[driftwood3791]

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...)