We relocated to where we currently live about 11 years ago. About 4 months after we moved, my wife called her old gynecologist for a referral to a doctor that was local to us. She got the referral, made an appointment and went for her annual exam. Everything pretty much normal. About two months later, the house next door to us went up for sale, was sold, and a couple of months later the new people moved in. I waved to the new neighbor across the driveway and we had a brief “welcome to the neighborhood” chat. Jen mentioned that he thought the guy looked familiar but wasn’t sure from where she knew him.
A week or two later, we invited them over for a drink on the back patio. As we started talking more, he mentioned he was a doctor and suddenly Jen knew who he was: it was her new gynecologist. There was a bit of an awkward moment for us all as the story came out but he assured us that all would be OK and there’s a separation between his work and his personal life. But we were all a bit embarrassed, even his wife.
But the years have gone on and we’re still good friends, even to the point of going on vacation with them. Jen sees him each year for her annual exam and a few more times when things have cropped up. She says they talk as neighbors when she’s in her gown on the table with her legs spread for him. Early on they did have a 1:1 conversation to make sure everything was OK and to clear the air on anything.
I guess I’m OK with it but I sometimes still get either creeped out or turned on by the thought of him seeing Jen naked. Touching her breasts. Fingers inside her. I know she gets herself already for her appt by trimming up her pussy and wearing nice (many times new) panties. But, she says all women do this for this kind of a doctor’s visit.
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