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Part 3:

Seeing my discouragement, he quickly resumed his tutelage. With his left hand, he carefully opened up both lips of her labia. He slid his right index finger all the way into my wife's vagina, triggering a sudden audible gasp by my wife who instantly stared, wide-eyed and frozen in shock, at the ceiling tiles above her. He inquired about her discomfort level, to which she replied most definitely in the affirmative! He rotated his hand, finger still inside her, and massaged in circles around her clitoral hood with his thumb.

"I can't feel anything abnormal in your vagina," he notified my wife "but the muscles are rather tight and cramped."

"Is that why everything hurts?" my wife inquired.

"No, but it is a symptom of the root cause, which is what we are still trying to figure out." He explained. My heart sank a bit in hearing this. Three or so years into an unconsummated marriage, and the specialists, sex therapists, pelvic physical therapists, and other experts still hadn't figured out the problem(s). Surgeries and physical therapies had also failed to make a dent in this seemingly impenetrable wall of sexual pain. This doctor was the most qualified of them all for this type of complaint, and even he was stymied. I began to lose hope. From the left corner of my eye I sensed the nurse, who evidently saw my face drop, gesturing to the doctor.

"No worries, lad." The doctor immediately reassured me, "these sorts of illnesses just take time to figure out. We are not built identically like cars off an assembly line, with a repair manual of one-size-fits-all solutions. God made us each an individual model with no truly interchangeable parts; similar parts, but not exact replacements. This is why medicine is such a grand challenge for doctors, nurses, and patients. It's a vast puzzle that I, as the doctor, must put together so I can see the true solution. You, your wife, and the nurse are all helping put that puzzle together. It's all good, lad. It just takes time." He put his arm around me and gave me a fatherly hug. My eyes welled up with tears. I looked up at my wife, and saw the wet shine all over her cheeks. She must have been crying for some time. The nurse leaned over and wiped my wife's face dry and whispered encouraging words to her which I couldn't quite hear.

"It's your turn," he glanced at me and gestured for me to insert my finger into my wife. I mimicked his technique-- I slid my right index finger all the way in, rotated, and massaged circles with my thumb around her clitoral hood and upper labia. My wife had never actually permitted me to 'finger' her before. It was always too painful. It was fascinating and heavenly! I could feel the rectal muscles underneath, the huge muscles of her inner thighs as they ran either side of her vagina to her pelvis. I even explored the musculature of the symphysis pubis above, which felt strangely like a tongue to me. All the muscles were very tense and tight; rather cramped, actually. I could understand why, upon penetration, nothing felt good for her.

(To be continued in Part 4...)