Carol Thompson, the Senior Laboratory Medical Technologist, stood beside the lab table, nervously drumming her fingers on the table’s smooth surface. An attractive 58-year-old woman, Carol’s slender shapely body was concealed under her conservativly subdued light blue blouse, white hospital pants, and her ever-present white lab coat. She anxiously glanced up at the wall clock for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes, her breathing uneven and almost ragged. The normally cool, professional, immensely competent med tech was rapidly becoming a nervous wreck. She was anxiously awaiting a telephone call that would initiate the little game that would result in her satisfying, if only briefly, her overpoweringly strong desire to have frequent sex.

“Come on!” she murmured. “Ring, dammit!” She restlessly resumed her tapping on the table top, glancing at her replacement, Jill Owens, working on a specimen at the far end of the room. Jill was the Supervisory Lab Tech for the “three to eleven-thirty shift,” replacing Carol as supervisor. There was always a thirty-minute overlap between the shifts, allowing hospital supervisors and workers to update their replacements on department activities and on-going actions.

Just then the phone on the lab table rang, startling Carol out of her fretful state of mind. She immediately snatched the receiver off the base. “Damn!’ she thought, “That was too anxious. Calm down, Carol!” She took a deep breath before continuing.

“Laboratory, Mrs. Thompson., “she answered in a professional manner. “May I help you?” The voice on the line was the one she expected.

“Mrs. Thompson. Oh yes, I certainly know that you can help me. This is Ken Williams. Mr. Harris and I are expecting you for our meeting. Can we look forward to seeing you soon?”

Ken Williams was the Director of Facilities and Maintenance Activities for the regional medical center. Virtually all activities that were required to operate the center came either directly or indirectly under his purview. Immediately, Carol’s mind visualized the man. Ken Williams always presented the confident, competent appearance of the real leader that he was. He was only slightly older than Carol, a good-looking man who had turned sixty the month before. A solidly built six footer, he had a self-assured, pleasing face and his graying hair was cut short, a remnant of his days as a paratrooper with the 101st.

In her mind’s eye she also pictured Gary Harris, as well. The quiet, soft-spoken Gary was Ken’s deputy director of operations. He was about forty years old, a fairly tall man at 6 foot two and of medium build. His most distinctive feature was his eyes, bright blue and intense.

“Yes, Mr. Williams. I’ll be down immediately.”

“I’m sure you will. Carol.” chuckled Ken, adding “We’ll be anxiously awaiting you.”

Carol carefully replaced the phone and turned to her shift replacement. “Jill,” she said, “That was Mr. Williams. He wants to go over the instrument calibration schedule for the next quarter. It won’t take long and you’re in control for the next eight hours, so l’ll go on down to his office.”

“Okay, Carol.” responded Jill. “Do you have my input on the instruments?”

“I do, along with that from all the department supervisors.” She looked at the clock and then continued. “Since it’s almost the end of the shift, I’ll get this taken care of and leave for home directly from his office.”

“Sure, Carol,” said Jill. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

“Bye, Jill,” answered Carol, picking up a manila folder containing the calibration schedule files. In reality, all the schedules had been fully established, but this was just another ruse to provide cover for Carol’s real intent: finding some relief for her hypersexuality problem.

Leaving the lab, the Carol walked down the main hallway toward the elevators. She anxiously punched the button several times and was rewarded moments later when the elevator arrived and the doors opened. Thankfully, the elevator was empty. Pushing the “2B” button, she watched the doors close and the elevator descend to the second basement, deep within the bowels of the hospital. She cautiously checked the silent corridor for other people, then crossed the hallway to the large door opposite. She promptly swiped her pass card and entered the room.

Ken actually had two offices. The first was in the “Leadership Hallway” on the first floor. This plush hallway was for all those in key positions for the medical center. This, however, was the second and officially identified as the “Secondary Operations Center.” It was the best kept secret in the hospital.

The complex pass card entry system and security guarded a well appointed office with plush carpeting, a large wooden desk, several leather chairs and an appealing couch. Ken, and occasionally Gary, would use the hidden office for secret sexual sessions. Over the years, luscious female doctors, nurses, med techs, dieticians and various other hospital employees including a leggy former “Vice President of Nursing Services” had had joined him for clandestine sexual encounters in the room.

Ken was standing behind his desk, watching Carol as she entered. “Well, Carol, are you ready?” he asked in a soft voice. “Gary and I thought that we could double your pleasure today. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, no, Not at all.” Carol responded. This would not be her first time with these two studs, since the threesome had met several times in the past. Even so, Carol felt herself getting even more excited, anxiously looking forward to the next few minutes of intense sexual release with great eagerness.

Carol’s heart was pounding as she first removed her Lab coat then her hospital white pants. Her fingers anxiously trembled as she slipped off the light blue knit blouse. Her white lacey bra was functional, yet appeared sexy on her slender figure. She kicked off her white hospital shoes and peeled off her socks. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, unconsciously shaking her tits as she arched forward and the cups dropped away. Carol noticed that her brown-tipped nipples were increasingly erect as her arousal grew.

She slipped her fingers in the waistband of her panties and eased them over her hips and down her long, shapely legs. Her discarded clothes were now piled on the floor as Carol stood naked in front of the two men as they admired the mature woman’s figure. Carol’s slender body had not one bit of excess weight, thanks to her hard work at the recreation center fitness room and mile after mile jogging through the neighborhood. She whirled around, proudly displaying her trim body to tease the men, her small breasts thrusting forward without sag, complementing her smooth belly, well-rounded ass, and shapely legs.

Ken and Gary stood up and began to remove their clothing. Carol anxiously ran her hands over her body, along her sides, caressingly over her hips, and then back up to her breasts. She tantalizingly cupped her tits with both hands and caressed the soft mounds. By this point, her nipples were hard and elongated as she squeezed them between her fingers.

The two men were completely naked when they came out from behind Ken’s large desk and approached Carol restlessly waiting in the center of the office. By this point, the men were aroused and nearly erect, sporting large cocks that swayed and bobbed between their legs. Carol felt her pussy oozing her own juices as she admirered their impressive shafts.

The men moved alongside Carol and gently ran their hands over her body, softly touching her all over. Gary was the first to move, tenderly kissing her. She responded as the man’s tongue slipped past her anxious lips and soon their tongues were caressing as the kiss lingered. An aroused moan escaped her lips as Ken bent slightly and fastened his lips to one of her swollen nipples, licking and suckling at the firm button.