Treatment

I had a terrific weekend, all things considered. Jane came to visit Sunday. She was worried about Dr P (hubs) and how he was doing etc. The etc being how I was doing. I was doing a lot better since he has been officially ruled cancer free.

It’s been a messed up few weeks. Delta is running through our friend group like wildfire. We’re both vaccinated but we’ve gone back to wearing masks when we’re inside a public space. We lost a good friend to it last week and have at least 4 down with it – some not vaccinated. It’s almost worse this time as we were thinking it was over or at least moving on. Dr P did a grocery run for one of our friends who lives alone and has it – he left the goods on the doorstop. Poor guy went into hospital today.

We had a private celebration of life, the 3 of us. Of course Jane wanted to see the operation site. She’s dubbed him ‘Frankenball’. I call him my Mounds Bar (because sometimes you feel like a nut, and sometimes you don’t). Yeah some sex happened but more drinking and talking. The sex was him watching us and us giving him a double blowjob (which is totally fun to do) He was ready to jump both of us but he needs to take it easy for at least a few more days. My God if anything he’s hornier with one ball than he was with two.

We were talking about the past and playing doctor etc and how for Jane and I it continued into adolescence and that while it became sexual we never actually ended the ‘doctor’ part of it. Yes we would do sexual things with each other outside the scope of playing doctor – we would kiss and bring each other to orgasm while sharing a bed at night – but we still made time to play Bad Doctor. Maybe not as often and when we did there was a more sexual focus, but we did. We asked Dr P if he had a similar, call it a relationship, and while he did, it was different. His was with a girl cousin a few years younger and when they hit adolescence their play became more sexual as did ours but they stopped playing doctor and just did ‘normal’ adolescent things. He does admit to missing the doctor part of it though.

That conversation led us to playing doctor. Which we actually hadn’t done yet. Dr P was the patient as Jane wanted to examine his wound to see how he was healing. I’m happy to say he passed all of the tests in flying colors including the erection and ejaculation tests. We pronounced him fully cured, though he is sore this morning.