Brought her own lubrication to the examination
 

Each year for her regular exam she would ask me to shave her smooth then fill her with cum just before we drove to the exam. She always scheduled her appointment to be the last one before the doctor's lunch break, so she and I would then eat in the facility's cafeteria where he'd be sure to see us. She would then wave him over and introduce us for a few minutes of small talk then we'd continue our meal. Later when I questioned her about this, she said it excited her first to have him see her still oozing cum, and then a few minutes later to be in the presence of one man who had just fucked her, together with another who had just had his fingers inside her. One time the doc commented she was his easiest patient because he didn't need any lube to open her up!

I have to say, I’d find that disgusting as hell... 😧
Not a nice thing to do, forcing someone to play a part in your fantasies like that, IMO, when they are simply trying to do their job.

Come to think of it, why are there different standards when doing an electrocardiogram?

I know of male techs attending to female patients. Some were asked to leave their bra on but some were just totally topless.

What's up with the different standards?

That's one hell of a meet cute! You were the knight in shining armour. The fact that she did some work around the place while you were out shows what a quality person she is.

I wonder if docs seeing bare bodies all the time makes them more casual about their own partner's bods? It does sound like there is a clear separation though, so maybe it doesn't.

She is amazing. She did not grow up on a ranch and it takes a certain kind of person to embrace that life style not to mention being married to a firefighter... that said, it is like she was made for it. I lucked out (that I got her and that it did not go wrong and cost me my career).

To your question, I can only speak for myself. I do not see nudity every day like some kinds of doctors but I see some degree of it maybe on a weekly basis give or take. Keep in mind it is usually accompanied with some kind of trauma. As I have said, I am not turned on in the least by it. I do not think it has made a difference in the way I have viewed my partners' bodies over the years.

Man, it must be terrible working as a trauma specialist.

Bad bad doctor
 

When my wife was a teen - I met her when she was 16 - something bad happened at the gynecologist, which would certainly be punished today:

She had to strip completely naked (today either naked above or below, but never both at the same time), he examined her breasts very carefully and asked her if her nipples were always that hard.

Then he kept rubbing her and asked her if it was a nice feeling for her.

He also asked her if she would masturbate (of course she did) and how many men she had slept with (there were 6 before me at the time) because her hymen had already torn.

She was very ashamed, but answered all of his questions. A good gynecologist would never aks a woman or girl such things.

When he touched her clitoris for a long time and intensely, he asked her if it would be nicer than with her boyfriend (i.e. me)!

She started to cry, get up, slothed on and immediately left the practice and changed the gynecologist... Today she would report him...

If you are referring to my posts, I am a firefighter/EMT so I package them up for the doctor (if they are alive). It is not terrible. I love what I do. I have the best two jobs in the world... a firefighter and a 5th generation cattle rancher (more than that if you count back in the old country). I get to help people and be in the open out doors. 90% of the time if I am not in a fire truck or with the family I ride either a motorcycle or a horse. I love the freedom.

Sounds like a wonderful life you lead. I am envious. You are a lucky man. :)

It all depends if they are wearing a bra that's underwired , it can cause electrical interference when performing an EKG. So we always ask that they remove underwired bras.

My stories
 

I am a huge fan of hearing about my wife's gyno and medical visits like many others here. I have a couple stories I would like to share too.

My wife had to have her gallblader removed. She went to the hospital. They had her put on the gown like usual. They told her she also had to remove her bra and panties. This seemed really odd to her and to this day I don't know if that would be normal or not. We wrote it off as they didn't want to get any blood on her undergarments. Anyway she did and off she went to her surgery. The whole time I was imagining her on the operating table fully exposed and I was loving it. She got back from surgery and had a couple of young male interns pushing the gurnee. She went to get up and they tried to help because she was quite out of it. She was very concerned to cover her back side because of the opening and kept messing with it without realizing she was fully exposed on the front side. I notice her pussy was in full view. She shaves so it was clear as day. As she got off the gurnee she had her legs spread. I look up and see one of the interns staring straight at her crotch with a big smile on his face. Now I agree doctors are probably pretty ethical for the most part but I doubt a male intern in his late teens early 20's was. I'm sure he fully enjoyed the view. I told my wife about it later and we still joke about it. She always says she probably scared him for life. I think just the opposite, I bet her has jacked off many times thinking about it.

My gyno story

My wife went to a new doctor. She had not had a gyno exam in several years since she moved to a whole new area to be with me. The doctor told her she should get one done and asked her if she wanted a female doctor to do it. She told him that she was having her period at the time and would have to reschedule but she was fine with him doing it. She came home and told me. She had 2 weeks till the appointment and I can't tell you how many times I jacked off thinking about it. I was curious if she was going to shave her pussy fresh before or try to grow in a little hair before her appointment. Needless to say she grew in a little hair which was exciting in itself because she never has. She is always bald as can be. The day came for her appointment and she left looking especially good I thought. Got me even more excited. I probably jacked off at least twice while she was gone thinking about it. She came home and I had her tell me all about it. She said she had a young female medical student, a nurse and the doctor all in the room. She said it was a little embarrassing being spread wide open in front of them but nothing she could do about it. He did his exam and like everyone else has said didn't say much. Two things of intrest was said. One was the instrument was fairly large and he could tell she was in a little discomfort and he said to her bare with it and said she was fairly small but he would be as gentle as possible. She was pretty proud and told me how he said she was fairly small. I told her that wasn't a compliment to me. The other thing he said was to the nurse who was taking notes. He said the words "nothing remarkable". We laugh and say My husband would like to argue that but in reality it only meant there was nothing to comment on. She says then he proceeded to ask her health questions while she was still on the table. Versus waiting for her to get back dressed. She says she sat there with her pussy exposed for what seemed like forever where she felt that should have been done before or after the medical exam. Either way I still imagine her sitting there having a conversation with her doctor with him looking at her pussy. It is my fantasy I will imagine it how I want lol:)

Hope people enjoy my stories

This story was excellent. I was masturbating at the mental image of your wife's c*nt being exposed to those medical people. Women's doctor exams are my #1 fetish.

I don't know, but something about being examined gets me super turned on...

My wife had always had female gynos, but in her mid-20s we moved to a tiny town for a short time, and the only gyno there was male.

She said he was so gentle and she actually got really turned on and really wet. That afternoon and the next few evenings she screwed me so hard and wished she had a reason to go back to the gyno.

Then we moved "back home" a few months later (we thought we were never moving back), and she hates the gyno again with her regular doctors.

I posted this before in another thread.....

Years ago my wife wanted to have a tummy tuck and see about getting new boobs after the kids were born. We went to the consultation together. We met the doctor and he gave her a gown and told her to remove everything but her panties and he would come back in. When he returned he said he loved it when husbands come in with their wives.He told my wife to stand, then he pulled up a rolling stool and took a seat right next to her. I was sitting in a chair right in front of my wife. He opened up her gown, she was standing with her arms to her sides looking straight forward.He was probably in his late 30's early 40's. This was the first time I let another man see my wife undressed. It was a strange feeling to me. He told her her breasts were very nice and kept complementing her nipples! When it came time to talk about the tummy tuck ,he kind of pushed her panties down a little past her waist. Then he started folding them down a little more.He started to describe the procedure while putting his hand flat in my wives pelvic area.He would start rubbing it a little with the tip of his middle finger just barely going into the top of her panties.The whole time talking to me and not my wife.Then he started talking about how it would shape her hips, and moved his hands to my wife sides rubbing up and down on her. What happened next stuck with me, He said that was it, then he told my wife " here let me fix these for you", he pulled up her panties, then started to unroll them and as he was adjusting them he pulled them out so far that I could see my wives bald pussy from where I was sitting, clit and all!! He just let out an oops, but I could tell he was dying to see her pussy.

Do you have any personal stories that you could share with us Jessica?

A few years back I went in for a gyno exam. The nurse was a girl I used to go to school with, she was always a prissy b*tch, and it was obvious that not much about her had changed.

She gave me the gown and said she'd be back in a few minutes.

Not even thinking about it, I put the gown on like a robe (slit in the front) and tied it shut.

About that time there was a knock on the door, and the nurse and dr came in.

After a quick introduction, he told me to have a seat on the exam table.... As I plopped on the table my gown popped came untied and slid open... My cleavage was showing, but I could feel the cloth still barely covering my nipples (though I'm sure half my areolas where showing.)

He grabbed his stethoscope and said he was going to take a quick listen... As he moved his instrument around my chest, I could feel how sloppy my pussy was getting.

After a few minutes, it was time to start the pelvic exam. He told me to lie back and basically get into the position.

As I slide into position, I felt my gown slide down off my outer thighs. My right side nipple is now exposed, I pretend not to notice.

The doctor is now sitting between my legs, I could almost feel his breath on my freshly shaved pussy. I feel his hands touch my labias, they're full of blood and sensitive, my body jerks. He apologies if his hands are cold. It does a quick look over of the external bits, I knew what was coming next. I see him lubing up his fingers, as if I wasn't slippery enough!!! I feel his finger at the entrance of my wet sloppy hole, I then feel it slide it inside me. Again, my body jerks.

I look at the nurse, who is staring at my sn*tch. The doctor is moving his finger around inside me. I hear him explaining each step, but I'm lost in the moment and his words all just blur together.

I look up at the nurse as the doctor twist his finger around inside me, I think she has a good suspicion I'm enjoying this a little more than I should, because she has a prissy smirk on her face.

I feel him slide his finger out, and reach down to get his speculum. His mumbles turn back into words. I'm going to insert this so I can get a better look inside and collect some swabs. I fell it touch the opening of my hole, it easy slides inside.

He does his thing swabs, and just like that its over... I feel his tool sliding out of me.

Okay, he says... everything looks good, she'll finish up here.

The nurse gives me a hand towel so I can clean myself up. I desperately want to masturbate right there, as she watches, each swipe of the towel against my clit is heaven. I could cum so quickly, but instead I lay the towel down and get up so I can get dressed. The nurse is still asking questions, I drop the gown into the floor, standing there completely naked in front of her, she looks shocked. I smile and reach over and grab my little red panties and slide them on... and then my matching red bra, wresting my titties inside of it while she messes with computer and pretends not to watch.

I'm quickly dressed and on my way out to my car. As soon as I'm in the drivers seat I slide my hand down my pants and quickly rub one out....

Pic of what the doc and nurse got to see. Think they enjoyed it?

I am sure they did. And from the looks of it, you played a little before this wonderful pic! Thanks for showing us!!!

I would
 

This is why I couldn't be a doctor. Hell I get hard when my fiancee gets examinations

Thanks Jessica. I was jackin' the whole time I was reading that; wishing I could finger you.

Mean gyno nurse
 

I have always been turned on by the idea of a nasty gyno nurse. I took my gorgeous blonde busty girl friend to her female Gyno many times and always fucked her real hard after knowing she had been probed and prodded by her female gyno Doc. Who she Always said was “Rough” on her. Many times I had to soothe her pisssy pussy and tight ass after Dr.Erica had “examined” her

Dropping top for Dr.
 

When my wife was pregnant, she got sick and was hospitalized in her second trimester. They couldn't seem to figure out what was wrong. They had seven different specialists look at her. One of those specialists always had her drop her top every time he checked her out. She already had big boobs (36d) but being pregnant just made them bigger. He would do this in front of me, even chatting me while he felt her tits. Asking me, what I did for a living, was I excited about becoming a dad, all while squeezing and examining her engorged tits. Of course that specialist was also the one who figured out what was wrong and how to treat her without harming the baby.

After the baby was born, she would still have regular checks with this doctor and pretty much every time he'd have her take off her top during said check-up. She didn't really think much of it nor did I. It wasn't until she asked a friend of hers who is a doctor as well who said there no reason for her to be topless. Her friend was a younger doctor and the specialist was in his 70's so maybe it was a generational thing. I researched the guy wondering if there were any complaints about him and I couldn't find any. He retired a few years later so whether it was necessary or not. He got to see and play with my wife's tits at mass capacity.

Not sure he jerked it since he was alot older but it's fairly safe to assume he enjoyed himself.

P.S. Both my wife and kid are healthy, so all's well that ends well, haha.

Yeah, that's most important. A body is after all tons of cells like pixels on a monitor.

Nevertheless, I think he may have done that to every patient not just your wife.

I submit the following, to keep consistent with the original thread poster's intent of [incidents which are] "not an accidental CMNF or ENF moment related to an exam, but something that happened that was SO much a loss of modesty that you really believe the medical professional sexualized it during his/her private time." Please Note: A few insignificant details have been altered to protect our privacy as well as the privacy of our doctor and his family. We live in a small town, and those details could possibly make us all identifiable and therefore very vulnerable. Apart from that, the following confession is true.

My wife knew her gynaecologist since she was a teenager, as he and his wife were friends of her parents. This man and his wife had happily watched my wife grow into adulthood. My wife even babysat their children when she was in high school-- she was the only teenager they ever trusted to watch their kids. It was only after we were married did he become her gynaecologist.

Immediately upon marriage, we discovered my wife had a chronic issue making sex rather painful. Her doctor at the time referred us to my wife's parents' friend who was a gynaecological pain specialist. He became her regular gynaecologist at that point. During her bi-annual exams, she would be told to strip completely naked and put on a paper exam gown. The gowns open at the front with no ties anywhere for modesty. Up on the table, stocking feet in the stirrups, etc. She would lay there waiting for him to enter the room, and always had difficulty holding the paper gown closed because of her natural DD-cup breasts forcing the gown to slide open. I was always present because the doctor needed my input about how 'this-or-that' was affecting my wife. He was always courteous, gentle in manner, and was more like a trusted father-figure to us both than like some strange professional exploring her delicates. Early on, the exams followed a strict pattern; knock-knock, the doctor and nurse would enter the exam room, casual greetings, a brief patient history detailing any changes, any improvements, etc. Next came the lube, the agonising penetration with the speculum, and the painful swab. Then open the paper gown, breast exam, the usual "ok, you can close your gown now", a brief post-exam discussion, then he and the nurse would leave. I'd help her get dressed-- visit concluded. Very straight-forward, very by-the-book, very ethical, very clinical. Nothing to reveal to the attending nurses that he knew us personally.

After many years of being present at her exams, I noticed the visits slowly changing-- almost evolving. As my wife's chronic illness slowly improved over the years, these visits became more relaxed and less clinical. He was (and still is) a cherished and much-loved family friend, so the nurses wouldn't stay in the room for the entirety of each visit. I assume he had eventually revealed to them that we were longtime friends of his family. Eventually, there weren't any nurses in the exam room at all. We would just go to the assigned exam room, I'd help her disrobe.. paper gown.. onto the table.. stocking feet in the stirrups, and wait for him. Sometimes I'd tease her a bit to alleviate her anxiety by gently petting her pillowy breasts under the gown or run my fingers lovingly through her pubic hair as she lay there.

Knock-knock, he'd enter the room, shake my hand, ask about her parents, all the usual niceties from a man whom we had known for half our lives and had come to love as a respected friend. He would take a brief history of the past six months, then dive right in... but not with the pelvic exam! He would open her gown and start with the breast exam, speaking so very gently to her, often making her laugh just a bit with an occasional jest. The breast exams became longer, almost loving; certainly nothing creepy for her and nothing alarming for me as I looked on. He would just take his time, keeping her calm and quietly entertained. Toward the end of the breast exam, he would slowly wave his hands over her areolae, like a magician fanning a deck of cards for a sleight-of-hand trick, and delicately pinch her nipples a few times. Was it my imagination? Her areolae had obviously tightened and her nipples were fully erect; that was NOT imagined!

Then on to the pelvic exam; but now, he'd leave her gown fully open with her huge breasts exposed. There was none of the routine "ok, you can close your gown now". He'd continue the exam with lube, speculum, swab, etc., all the while continuing the conversation and making her laugh. Upon more careful examination, I noticed him making constant eye-contact with her and she with him... but he would break eye contact to stare at her gorgeous tits as they jiggled when she laughed. Her nipples, now constantly erect (from the manual exam, she later claimed) seemed to draw both his and my gazes. She later insisted they were erect from the cold room, but the exam rooms always seemed overly warm to me. This was all followed by the usual brief post-exam discussion which now included a prolonged casual conversation with my wife still lying on the table, with her paper gown still open, her heavy breasts swaying in full view, legs spread apart and her unshaved, meaty labia in full view. He habitually stood at the foot of the exam table looking down at her completely naked body while he massaged her feet in the stirrups during these conversations. This became the routine for many years until he finally retired.

Confidentiality aside, I found out only recently that his wife had undergone a double mastectomy about the time our office visits started to become more intimate. His wife's drastic surgery was very well concealed. We never knew what they were going through personally in their marriage. They later confessed they didn't want to burden any of us with their troubles, which is why they kept us in-the-dark. None of us ever revealed to her the erotic details of my wife's gynaecological exams with her husband.

As for the casual massages and other friendly changes to her visits, my wife isn't bothered at all and neither am I. In fact, my wife is extremely flattered that her gynaecologist trusted her enough to share (or 'vent') some innocent sexuality with her. Please remember, this man was our friend long before he became her doctor. Even to this day, we still occasionally have family get-togethers with him and his wife. Nothing has ever changed in our relationship and our trust. We both love them dearly as friends. Only now we have to wear masks and stay 2-metres apart during these rendez-vous. Upon reflection, I must confess a self-realisation that surprised me: When the exams changed into something more intimate, particularly during the manual breast exam with me listening to their conversation and my wife's relaxed chuckles, I realised I was extremely aroused. I found that I loved watching someone else massaging my wife's breasts. My erection would remain as he made her nipples dance with laughter during her pelvic exam. I now realise I must be a vicarious exhibitionist who gets off exposing his wife to others... well, at least to others whom I trust. And it is all due to him making an emotionally safe venue, during a difficult time, in which to entertain these fantasies. It was a win-win for all involved.

I'v received a number of requests for more details of wifey's visits. I'm currently working on a prequel of sorts, to the above confession. Please bear with me, it's taking some time to write.

Quote : "He habitually stood at the foot of the exam table looking down at her completely naked body"

You are so lucky! I wish I can arrange for some man to habitually look at my wife's completely naked body. She's fit with firm, good sized boobs so almost a shame no one else but me gets to enjoy the view. It's not like she's completely shy either. I've seen her disrobe for a doctor so she has no issues if it's for "legitimate" reasons. But to have a trusted doctor to also play along. That would be perfect.

You have it good man. Enjoy! And thanks - you're a good writer - can't wait to read your next prequel story.

Awwww... Thanks for the kind sentiments, johnhenry! You're too kind. I'm making good progress on the prequel confession, and am thinking of submitting it in mulitple, more palatable parts instead of one long tome. I was a bit concerned that my first confession was a bit too long for a single post.

You mentioned your wife isn't shy and has disrobed for doctors for "legitimate" reasons. Would you ever care to share some of your observations of these visits?

A Prequel Confession To My Previous Post:
 

*** I submit the following, per the request of some members here on OCC, who kindly expressed an interest in reading more about these gyno visitations. A gentle reminder, my friends: Once again, as in the previous confession, a few insignificant details have been altered to protect our privacy as well as the privacy of our doctor and his family. We live in a small town, and those details could possibly make us all identifiable and therefore very vulnerable. Apart from that, the following confession is true. ***

Part 1:

My wife had been seeing her new gynaecological pain specialist for several years at this point. Her doctor was trying to pinpoint exactly what was causing her pain, which had, at that point, been elusive. Given that my wife and I were sexually inexperienced, he began to suspect the culprit to be my technique- or rather my lack of technique. He thought that perhaps if she became accustomed to my manually probing around her delicates, she might relax and therefore become desensitised to the pain. He explained all of this thoroughly to us both, and proceeded with my wife's consent.

Normally during these gyno exams, I would stand at the head of the exam table, holding my wife's hand in support, intermittently kissing her forehead and trying desperately to keep her relaxed with gentle coaching. This time, I would be "playing doctor" as he put it with a sly smirk on his face. I scrubbed up and tried to put on surgical gloves nonchalantly. I was rather nervous so I failed, of course. The first glove, pulled quickly onto my fingers, decided to mutiny so it shot a few feet away as if in some naughty Benny Hill skit! The second glove, stretched beyond capacity over my palm, tore in several places as I tried to pull it on. He and his nurse finally helped me with fresh gloves.

He pulled up a second stool for me, and we both sat down shoulder-to-shoulder, between my wife's legs. He explained the anatomy of female genitalia. (I was already reasonably familiar, but he was such a fatherly gentle man, I just nodded like a naïve pupil.) He explained the potential importance of labial symmetry, of the health of pubic hair as an indicator of certain illnesses as he raked his fingers through it and tenderly tugged at a few tufts. He had me manually repeat every motion he did. All the while, my wife was peering down at us as she struggled to keep her rolling breasts covered under the paper gown. I raised my head a bit to get a clear view of her face, as her pubic hair obstructed my view of her eyes. I gave her a playful, concessive "well, what are ya' gonna do" shrug and she actually started to giggle a bit.

"You too really shouldn't be flirting during this!" He teased as he winked at his smiling nurse. "Perhaps we should start with the exam. The sexual tension in here is palpable!"

(To be continued in Part 2...)

Quote Driftwood - "You mentioned your wife isn't shy and has disrobed for doctors for "legitimate" reasons. Would you ever care to share some of your observations of these visits"

I did share a particularly memorable visit in another post about her visiting a doctor who examined her in a hospital setting. Feel free to check it out - titled "Girlfriend Being Examined" in the nonfiction section.

Through the years, I've seen her unbotton her blouse without hesitation exposing herself in a bra to any number of doctors who needs access. As a "small event" that's kind of a thrill too - seeing your wife sitting there with just a bra on, having the doctor looking and pressing on different parts when a minute ago, she was buttoned up, dressing conservatively.

By the way, great start to the story in part 1!

Lost in translation
 

Well, I think fantasies (within reason) are a force for good.

I was asked about medical room / examinations on another thread, talked about how my wife was examined in an overseas medical emergency room some decades ago. Nothing serious, but I was the ‘translator’ from French-to-English, so allowed into the room, but when my wife was taken behind the privacy curtains, I was asked to be on hand in case of further translation needs. But there was a chink in the curtain, I could see, without being seen….

Yes, it is the unequal power of the men dressed, the woman (by default) forced to undress, forced to expose herself, her most private parts, to the learned medical staff. Nothing sexual, like fuck there isn't.

It probably comes down to me thinking about situations, scenarios where my (in this case) my wife is exposed in this controlling, no veto, way. For her hands to be examined, looking at her eyes, the stethoscope touching near her nipples. So far, so clinical.

But there comes the moment – OK please lay on the examination couch, remove your underwear, arch your legs, and spread - no time to question this at all. Here, the professional is clearly going to have a good look, a good view of my wife’s genitals, her most private parts.

Jane has had a good growth of ‘lady beard’ down below, covering her sex since puberty and has never felt the desire to shave it or have it shaved, save for a trim around vacation time perhaps.

But here is this man, this learned man, instructing my wife to submit to an examination. The Doctor’s hands are warm, he touches her inner thigh, spreads her with authority, wider, and then using his fingers parts her hair so that he can see the colour, the formation of her outer lips and is then, without so much as a ‘do you mind if’, parting her lips and looking at ‘sex central’

I can tell my wife is embarrassed, by her silence. When nervous, this is her default position.

The doctor pulls her lips apart, much like a little boy having his first look at a girl’s mystery, and his finger is slid inside her.

In the privacy of the bedroom, Jane likes fingers, she likes slippery fingers in foreplay, but this is something different, quite different. I would not go as far as to say it is anywhere near to institutionalised ****, but I my mind, spying through the crack of the privacy curtains at my wife being touched, I am ashamed to say that I have a most obvious erection and am turned on more than I have been for months & months.

I want to see the see the doctor now slide his cock inside her, a medical procedure you understand, I want to see him sliding in and out, slowly at first but then faster and faster, the bogus medical procedure supplanted by animal desire, my wife (often so quiet) is now unable to hold nature at bay, as she writhes against the doctors thrusts, her legs reaching around his body, her feet almost locked together as this medical professional fucks my wife to orgasm, as I watch like the peeping tom, wanting to get my penis out and to masturbate to ejaculation, that will come so swiftly.

Is this wrong? I almost feel it would be better told, vocally, perhaps on video with a mixed screen of pictures of my wife and watching how my cock begins to harden as I tell this tale…

"Girlfriend Being Examined" thread. Check! And thanks for the 'heads up' on that.

Isn't it fascinating how, even clothed, these potentially borderline-taboo circumstances can be so entrancing? I suspect Freudians would have a field day with the likes of us! :D

I'm much obliged for the compliments regarding Part 1 of my prequel. Part 2 is almost complete, my friend. Just polishing my grammar here and there, to make it presentable.

Lost in Translation
 

postmanuk,

If the OCC Forum ever creates a non-fiction Hall of Fame, you have my vote! ;)

Seriously, I just love writing - it's not polished, but write it as I feel it

A Prequel Confession To My Previous Post:
 

Part 2:

Starting the exam, he explained how he would look for abnormalities, cysts, bumps, & dyscolouration of the labia majora and labia minora. With a gloved hand lubricated liberally with KY, he pushed his index finger just to the first knuckle into my wife's vaginal opening, making her wince. He rolled his thumb delicately as he gripped her lips, sliding up and down to probe for external problems. He reassured her that all looked healthy, as he had me reach in and repeat the same.

We moved on to the glans clitoris. He asked the nurse, a zaftig quinquagenarian lady who exuded calm and experience, to hand him a full tube of KY. He then squeezed a huge dollop onto both our white-latex gloves. I could hear my wife take a few deep breaths in anticipation of pain. Sliding his thumb and forefinger again along her labia, he showed me how the external labia joins to become the clitoral hood. He kept sliding the fingers slowly up and down, from her vaginal opening back up to the hood, taking great care not to disturb her sensitive clitoris. Then, creating an inverted "V" with his left thumb and index finger, he rested his palm on her grand, upper patch of pubic hair. Her curly dark hairs poked out in fine rows from between his gloved fingers. For a split second, I found the sight mesmerising and a bit alluring. I snapped out of my reverie when he pulled her clitoral hood up to reveal her tiny, pink clitoris.

"Now, that's only the tip of the clitoris, or glans clitoris to be precise," he clarified "behind this tissue is the clitoral body which then branches out sort of like a wishbone and terminates here as the crura." He pointed, left and right, at the pelvic juncture creased between my wife's inner thighs and her vagina. "Therefore, that's a lot of area to potentially simulate and induce pleasure. Don't focus just on the tip of the clitoris. This entire area is sensitive and deserving of pleasurable attention." He took his hand, fingers spread apart, and made an imaginary painbrush-like stroke from my wife's pubic patch, downwards to her anus. His outstretched thumb and little finger barely grazed my wife's inner thighs as he swiped downwards. I discovered, in time, that he was indeed correct. Despite all her sexual pain, my wife loved gentle caresses to these presumably non-sexual areas just outside her labia majora.

I saw him wink at my wife, and she in turn replied with her gracious, loving-to-the-whole-world smile that only women seem to have mastered. He leaned forward then continued the slow massaging of her labia. He began to make large circles around the perimeter of the clitoral hood with his right index finger, taking great care to avoid any direct contact with her clitoris. I repeated the procedure in turn, but any movement I made triggered a painful wincing from my poor wife. He showed me again, and instructed me to be more gentle. Again, my wife winced repeatedly at my efforts. He sat there for a moment, observing intently, and announced his findings.

"You're actually more gentle than me, but I think your wife just prefers my fingers to yours!" He chided, much to my embarassment as he patted my shoulder in a reassuring manner. My wife chimed in, agreeing with him,

"I do! Your fingers seem to hurt even when you barely touch me, Darling. But his fingers actually feel good," she confessed, much to my humiliation. I glanced over my shoulder to the kindly, motherly nurse. She gave me a most sympathetic nod of encouragement, with a subtle sprinkling of pity that tore into my soul. I felt such a failure as a man and as a husband.

(To be continued in Part 3...)

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Part 3:

Seeing my discouragement, he quickly resumed his tutelage. With his left hand, he carefully opened up both lips of her labia. He slid his right index finger all the way into my wife's vagina, triggering a sudden audible gasp by my wife who instantly stared, wide-eyed and frozen in shock, at the ceiling tiles above her. He inquired about her discomfort level, to which she replied most definitely in the affirmative! He rotated his hand, finger still inside her, and massaged in circles around her clitoral hood with his thumb.

"I can't feel anything abnormal in your vagina," he notified my wife "but the muscles are rather tight and cramped."

"Is that why everything hurts?" my wife inquired.

"No, but it is a symptom of the root cause, which is what we are still trying to figure out." He explained. My heart sank a bit in hearing this. Three or so years into an unconsummated marriage, and the specialists, sex therapists, pelvic physical therapists, and other experts still hadn't figured out the problem(s). Surgeries and physical therapies had also failed to make a dent in this seemingly impenetrable wall of sexual pain. This doctor was the most qualified of them all for this type of complaint, and even he was stymied. I began to lose hope. From the left corner of my eye I sensed the nurse, who evidently saw my face drop, gesturing to the doctor.

"No worries, lad." The doctor immediately reassured me, "these sorts of illnesses just take time to figure out. We are not built identically like cars off an assembly line, with a repair manual of one-size-fits-all solutions. God made us each an individual model with no truly interchangeable parts; similar parts, but not exact replacements. This is why medicine is such a grand challenge for doctors, nurses, and patients. It's a vast puzzle that I, as the doctor, must put together so I can see the true solution. You, your wife, and the nurse are all helping put that puzzle together. It's all good, lad. It just takes time." He put his arm around me and gave me a fatherly hug. My eyes welled up with tears. I looked up at my wife, and saw the wet shine all over her cheeks. She must have been crying for some time. The nurse leaned over and wiped my wife's face dry and whispered encouraging words to her which I couldn't quite hear.

"It's your turn," he glanced at me and gestured for me to insert my finger into my wife. I mimicked his technique-- I slid my right index finger all the way in, rotated, and massaged circles with my thumb around her clitoral hood and upper labia. My wife had never actually permitted me to 'finger' her before. It was always too painful. It was fascinating and heavenly! I could feel the rectal muscles underneath, the huge muscles of her inner thighs as they ran either side of her vagina to her pelvis. I even explored the musculature of the symphysis pubis above, which felt strangely like a tongue to me. All the muscles were very tense and tight; rather cramped, actually. I could understand why, upon penetration, nothing felt good for her.

(To be continued in Part 4...)

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Part 4:

Sensing the mood in the room lighten, the doctor made an announcement.

"Part of the problem," he anounced to my wife as he peered into her eyes through her tossled mound of pubic hair, "is that you just don't have much natural lubrication. That can trigger many direct and sympathetic pain responses around the pelvic area."

"What should we do?" My wife asked hesitantly.

"Use plenty of lube... always." He answered. He went on to explain all the different types of lubes-- water based, silicon based, & hormone-prescription lubes. "Here, let's compare some." He rolled his stool to a nearby drawer and pulled out half a dozen little packets. He the tore then open and poured little globs onto my wife's skin, between her navel and her pubic hair. My wife, myself, and the doctor then smeared the lubricants around her skin to compared slipperiness.

"Notice how they feel different in hair compared to bare skin," he declared. He then smeared the globs into my wife's pubic hair, and pulled at her pubes in different places. I noticed my wife's face had flushed red with embarrassment. I just smiled, selfishly delighting in this simple entertainment at my poor wife's expense. I was actually having fun! Some of the water-based lubes felt thick and a bit sticky, whilst others felt rather slick. The silicon lubes felt almost like sythetic motor oil with no scent. He assured us the silicon lubes were safe when I made the automotive comparison. He informed us of a new water-based lube that was just coming onto the market, called Slippery Stuff. He asked the nurse to procur some samples. She left the room for a moment as the doctor wiped up the various lubricants from my wife's skin and pubic hair. I took a paper towel and helped wipe her clean a well. We were both scrubbing away, which fluffed her pubic hair in all directions.

"Having fun down there, Darling?" my wife gently scolded me. We both stopped fluffing her pubes, and yet neither of us could stop grinning. The nurse returned with the samples. Several packets were torn open and poured onto our right hands. The doctor poured one packet directly onto my wife's clitoral hood, and the Slippery Stuff cascaded down her labia into various folds, and pooled a bit onto the exam paper just below her exposed anus. The initial coldness of the lube made her wince through her teeth.

"May we go ahead and try some desensitisation therapy?" he sat a little higher as he asked my wife for her permission. She nodded in agreement. I assumed he sat up straighter to look her in the eyes. But then I noticed her left breast had slid out from the front of her paper gown and her pink areola and nipple were on display for all to see. I was surprised by my immediate erection. I leaned forward to conceal my bulge from the nurse.

(To be continued in Part 5...)

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Part 5: (the Final Part)

Again, he inserted his index finger all the way, rotated, and massaged around her clitoral hood with his thumb. He began rotating in all directions as he massaged her labia as well with this thumb.

"How does that feel?" He asked, sitting up straight again. It seemed, at least to me, that he was not looking into my wife's eyes but rather at her pillowy, exposed breast.

"At first, it hurt. But now, it feels almost nice and yet it is still uncomfortable in a strange way." She answered tensely. "The Slippery Stuff is quite silky, isn't it? Rather lovely, that!"

He smiled and nodded in agreement, but said nothing. He continued massaging in small circles, making the folds of her labia wave back and forth. He started to slowly thrust his index finger in and out of her vagina, whilst still performing the labial thumb circles. Was it my imagination, or did I notice an almost imperceptible rocking of my wife's hips? I definitely heard the table paper crinkle in tempo with his finger thrusts. Her breathing slowed rhythmically, and she had closed her eyes. There was a slight- ever so slight- smirk forming in the corner of her mouth. It almost seemed like she was enjoying getting finger-fucked by her doctor in front of her husband and the nurse! An out-of-sync rustling of paper caught my attention. My wife had stopped trying to cover her drap_ed breasts and was now gripping the padded sides of the exam table. Her paper gown had slid open to both sides and her soft breasts were swaying and jiggling in all directions. Her pale silver-dollar areolae quickly shriveled and darkened into deep mauve ovals as her eraser-tip nipples got rock hard and long... strikingly so.

The doctor slowly removed his finger, which made a surprisingly wet slurping sound, and told me it was my turn. I inserted my finger, rotated, and massaged around her clitoris and labia. Her breathing increased in a disturbed manner. Once again, I was hurting her. I slowed down the circles, barely touching her labia with an almost feather's pressure. No joy, it was too uncomfortable for her. I was told to stop. I never got to finger-fuck her pussy like the doctor had. She simply preferred his touch mine. Damn and blast it all!

The appointment wrapped up in a conspicuously rapid manner. The nurse helped my wife clean off some residual lube which had splattered in surprising directions, as the doctor and I put the rolling stools away. Things seemed suddenly rushed. Perhaps he realised the next patient had been waiting a while- perhaps.

"Just keep practising that technique every other day, with a day of rest in between," he instructed. "The nurse will get you more samples of Slippery Stuff when you leave." She nodded in acknowledgement. "I'd like to see you back in 6 months for a pap and pelvic. We can see how 'things' have progressed as well after the pap. In the meantime, if anything worsens due to this technique I showed you today, call my office. Is the next patient ready in Room 2, nurse?" The nurse nodded, opened the door to leave, and he stood up. That's when I noticed the bulge in his trousers.

I helped my wife quickly dress and we all left the exam room. The nurse got us the samples from a supply closet. Instead of going to the next exam room though, the doctor disappeared somewhere. That was when I came to the realisation that he might have stepped out to wank in private after therap_eutically finger-fucking my wife and gawking at her exposed breasts.

Later that evening, I asked her about his technique. She insisted she had been trying to relax, that's all. She confessed there were some soothing, non-erotic sensations when he massaged her labia with his thumb. But she added that his thrusting-finger technique was still too uncomfortable for her. When I asked about my technique, she got very quiet.

"It hurt when you did the same," she admitted "even though you were rather more gentle." I asked her why she didn't cover up her breasts during the desensitisation fingering. She claimed she was concentrating on the pain and didn't realise they were exposed until after. I wasn't convinced, but I kept those doubts to myself.

For several years, her exams seemed more routine and typical. Then later, the exams gradually became informal and more intimate, as recalled in my previous confession.

(Fin!)

Great story.
But then what happened?
Did you solve the problem?

Thanks for your interest, enasis. To answer your question, nothing more happened for a long time. Her doctor visits reverted back to being very clinical for years. Perhaps it was due to his older nurse finally retiring. She was kindly and rather permissive. I have no doubt the newer generation of nurses would have reported him to the authorities-- regardless of patient consent.

And no, the problems never got solved, even after decades of visits to sexual pain clinics in different countries, surgeries, et al. Depressing, but true. :(

A brief clarification of the breast exam from my initial confession:
I have only recently discovered, from another doctor, that the sleight-of-hand trick wasn't a perverted groping at all. My wife's gynaecologist was actually massaging my wife's breast to 'milk' her nipples for fluid discharge, which is common practise during breast exams. He explained that the nipples occasionally leak clear fluid, or even blood, if the lymph nodes are irritated; a possible indication of infection, illness, or (worst case) cancer. He said some nipples will leak even if the patient is perfectly healthy. Evidently, that was why my wife's gynaecologist had performed that particular procedure. And yes, he confirmed, the nipples get very erect when they excrete fluid during these 'milkings'. It was still rather erotic for me, nonetheless!