[d0ccjen]

A few years back, in the middle of summer, Jen had an occasional issue with a cystitis-like symptom which could be massively painful for some hours and then spontaneously release, suddenly becoming completely painless.
On one occasion we had to take her in to the local clinic "out-of-hours" on a Sunday evening, as she was struggling to cope with the pain. After a seemingly endless round of paperwork and checking of medical history, eventually we were shown to a small examination room by the nurse and I was given a chair to sit in while Jen gingerly hopped up onto the couch and straightened her summer dress while the paperwork was gone over. Then the curtain was pulled between us as the on-call junior doctor, a chap in his twenties, came in.
From this point I couldn't see anything going on on the other side of the curtain, but could hear everything: more medical history questions and a discussion between the doctor and nurse.
Jen was first told to remove her underwear and lie back with her knees apart; after a moment or two of shuffling sounds, which I took to be Jen doing as she was told. The doctor asked her to move her knees up and tuck her feet together, letting her knees fall into a relaxed position.
Earlier in the day, I had helped Jen with a bikini trim, so I could imagine what the doctor could now see. He told Jen that he was just going to have a quick look to see if anything was obvious, and there followed a moment of shuffling before gently asking her to "just relax..." and "a little wider..." resulting in Jen crying out briefly. The doctor said that there wasn't anything immediately apparent, but that it was obviously sore, and went to the sink to wash his hands, before sending the nurse to get "a kit". He then left the room momentarily and I sneaked a peek around the curtain to check on my poor wife.
Jen was lying with with her pretty summer dress completely unbuttoned; effectively topless, since she had been bra-less under her dress, knees wide apart, her smoothly shaven vagina with lips a deep pink and looking splayed open. As she saw me, she snapped her legs shut and sobbed a bit as I gave her a hug. Then, suddenly she gave a gasp and noticeably relaxed; her pain had completely released again.
After some minutes, the doctor returned with another much more senior doctor, a bespectacled man in his sixties in a tweed jacket; I was bade to sit back in the chair again while Jen was told to lie back and relax her knees.
There then followed several minutes of the two doctors discussing Jen's sudden recovery behind the curtain, while presumably probing her and asking if it hurt as they investigated.
Now that the pain had gone, I felt less guilty about feeling excited about Jen being exposed to two strangers, even if they were doctors. The sound of the discussion indicated that one of them had a finger inside her and was carefully and gently attempting to trace the source of her discomfort, first one doctor would find a lump or bump and then the other would try to locate it. Jen wasn't upset any more, but certainly wasn't happy about the amount of prodding-about that was going on, judging by the occasional gasp and panting.
I was just about to try and sneak a peek again, to see if I could witness Jen with the doctor's fingers inside her, when the nurse returned with a pack that I couldn't see the contents of, but I suspected would include a speculum.
As the nurse passed, the curtain moved and for the briefest of moments, I caught a glimpse of Jen's thighs, wide apart, with what I first took to be an entire hand jammed into her, but soon realized that it was the first two gloved fingers of the older man, delving deeply and pressing heavily into her flesh, while the younger doctor held Jen's labia wide apart with her clitoris standing out like a little purple berry. His other hand resting on her tummy, just below her belly button.
Just as quickly, the curtain closed while the speculum was discussed with Jen and, judging by the sounds that followed, was deployed efficiently, enabling the assembled medics to have a much clearer view of her interior.
Later, and not really any the wiser, Jen was released with painkillers, and we headed back home.