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.
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