New Year in Provence
I recall one New Year we were in southern France and my wife was unwell and required a visit to the local hospital.
We were invited into the consulting room and I, husband, as translator remained in the room.
It was interesting to chat to the doctor, try to explain but obviously it would come around to an examination, when my wife was asked to go behind the screen and take off her clothes, just remain in undies.
I stayed outside the screen, but without making a fuss I could see through to the doctor, who continued to ask me to translate.
Wife was on the examination bed and had to remove her bra and, what a sad guy I am, I was so aroused at not only the thought, but the view of my sweet, shy wife’s breasts on full view and the doctor touching them.
This went on for a minute I guess – so wish I had a mobile phone then to video through the crack, I would have risked it.
She was then asked to lay flat whilst the doctor tapped and examined her stomach, her brief panties already showing that she had a good English showing of pubes.
The doctor asked she pull her panties down to her knees, and he examined her further. I have a raging hard-on just thinking about this. Then he asked me to request my wife get on all 4s.
Why do I remember this so vividly from 1993? I post a picture just so fellow medical students can picture the scene
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