[driftwood3791]

Part 4:

Sensing the mood in the room lighten, the doctor made an announcement.

"Part of the problem," he anounced to my wife as he peered into her eyes through her tossled mound of pubic hair, "is that you just don't have much natural lubrication. That can trigger many direct and sympathetic pain responses around the pelvic area."

"What should we do?" My wife asked hesitantly.

"Use plenty of lube... always." He answered. He went on to explain all the different types of lubes-- water based, silicon based, & hormone-prescription lubes. "Here, let's compare some." He rolled his stool to a nearby drawer and pulled out half a dozen little packets. He the tore then open and poured little globs onto my wife's skin, between her navel and her pubic hair. My wife, myself, and the doctor then smeared the lubricants around her skin to compared slipperiness.

"Notice how they feel different in hair compared to bare skin," he declared. He then smeared the globs into my wife's pubic hair, and pulled at her pubes in different places. I noticed my wife's face had flushed red with embarrassment. I just smiled, selfishly delighting in this simple entertainment at my poor wife's expense. I was actually having fun! Some of the water-based lubes felt thick and a bit sticky, whilst others felt rather slick. The silicon lubes felt almost like sythetic motor oil with no scent. He assured us the silicon lubes were safe when I made the automotive comparison. He informed us of a new water-based lube that was just coming onto the market, called Slippery Stuff. He asked the nurse to procur some samples. She left the room for a moment as the doctor wiped up the various lubricants from my wife's skin and pubic hair. I took a paper towel and helped wipe her clean a well. We were both scrubbing away, which fluffed her pubic hair in all directions.

"Having fun down there, Darling?" my wife gently scolded me. We both stopped fluffing her pubes, and yet neither of us could stop grinning. The nurse returned with the samples. Several packets were torn open and poured onto our right hands. The doctor poured one packet directly onto my wife's clitoral hood, and the Slippery Stuff cascaded down her labia into various folds, and pooled a bit onto the exam paper just below her exposed anus. The initial coldness of the lube made her wince through her teeth.

"May we go ahead and try some desensitisation therapy?" he sat a little higher as he asked my wife for her permission. She nodded in agreement. I assumed he sat up straighter to look her in the eyes. But then I noticed her left breast had slid out from the front of her paper gown and her pink areola and nipple were on display for all to see. I was surprised by my immediate erection. I leaned forward to conceal my bulge from the nurse.

(To be continued in Part 5...)