You KNOW Your Wife's / Girlfriend's Doctor Went Home and Spanked It To Her Naked Body

[Bettyboobs44]

I have always been turned on by the idea of a nasty gyno nurse. I took my gorgeous blonde busty girl friend to her female Gyno many times and always fucked her real hard after knowing she had been probed and prodded by her female gyno Doc. Who she Always said was “Rough” on her. Many times I had to soothe her pisssy pussy and tight ass after Dr.Erica had “examined” her

[bigperm]

When my wife was pregnant, she got sick and was hospitalized in her second trimester. They couldn't seem to figure out what was wrong. They had seven different specialists look at her. One of those specialists always had her drop her top every time he checked her out. She already had big boobs (36d) but being pregnant just made them bigger. He would do this in front of me, even chatting me while he felt her tits. Asking me, what I did for a living, was I excited about becoming a dad, all while squeezing and examining her engorged tits. Of course that specialist was also the one who figured out what was wrong and how to treat her without harming the baby.

After the baby was born, she would still have regular checks with this doctor and pretty much every time he'd have her take off her top during said check-up. She didn't really think much of it nor did I. It wasn't until she asked a friend of hers who is a doctor as well who said there no reason for her to be topless. Her friend was a younger doctor and the specialist was in his 70's so maybe it was a generational thing. I researched the guy wondering if there were any complaints about him and I couldn't find any. He retired a few years later so whether it was necessary or not. He got to see and play with my wife's tits at mass capacity.

Not sure he jerked it since he was alot older but it's fairly safe to assume he enjoyed himself.

P.S. Both my wife and kid are healthy, so all's well that ends well, haha.

[patriot41]

Yeah, that's most important. A body is after all tons of cells like pixels on a monitor.

Nevertheless, I think he may have done that to every patient not just your wife.

[driftwood3791]

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.

[driftwood3791]

I'v received a number of requests for more details of wifey's visits. I'm currently working on a prequel of sorts, to the above confession. Please bear with me, it's taking some time to write.

[johnhenry@dr.com]

Quote : "He habitually stood at the foot of the exam table looking down at her completely naked body"

You are so lucky! I wish I can arrange for some man to habitually look at my wife's completely naked body. She's fit with firm, good sized boobs so almost a shame no one else but me gets to enjoy the view. It's not like she's completely shy either. I've seen her disrobe for a doctor so she has no issues if it's for "legitimate" reasons. But to have a trusted doctor to also play along. That would be perfect.

You have it good man. Enjoy! And thanks - you're a good writer - can't wait to read your next prequel story.

[driftwood3791]

Originally Posted by johnhenry@dr.com

Quote : "He habitually stood at the foot of the exam table looking down at her completely naked body"
You are so lucky! I wish I can arrange for some man to habitually look at my wife's completely naked body. She's fit with firm, good sized boobs so almost a shame no one else but me gets to enjoy the view. It's not like she's completely shy either. I've seen her disrobe for a doctor so she has no issues if it's for "legitimate" reasons. But to have a trusted doctor to also play along. That would be perfect.
You have it good man. Enjoy! And thanks - you're a good writer - can't wait to read your next prequel story.

Awwww... Thanks for the kind sentiments, johnhenry! You're too kind. I'm making good progress on the prequel confession, and am thinking of submitting it in mulitple, more palatable parts instead of one long tome. I was a bit concerned that my first confession was a bit too long for a single post.

You mentioned your wife isn't shy and has disrobed for doctors for "legitimate" reasons. Would you ever care to share some of your observations of these visits?

[driftwood3791]

*** I submit the following, per the request of some members here on OCC, who kindly expressed an interest in reading more about these gyno visitations. A gentle reminder, my friends: Once again, as in the previous confession, 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. ***

Part 1:

My wife had been seeing her new gynaecological pain specialist for several years at this point. Her doctor was trying to pinpoint exactly what was causing her pain, which had, at that point, been elusive. Given that my wife and I were sexually inexperienced, he began to suspect the culprit to be my technique- or rather my lack of technique. He thought that perhaps if she became accustomed to my manually probing around her delicates, she might relax and therefore become desensitised to the pain. He explained all of this thoroughly to us both, and proceeded with my wife's consent.

Normally during these gyno exams, I would stand at the head of the exam table, holding my wife's hand in support, intermittently kissing her forehead and trying desperately to keep her relaxed with gentle coaching. This time, I would be "playing doctor" as he put it with a sly smirk on his face. I scrubbed up and tried to put on surgical gloves nonchalantly. I was rather nervous so I failed, of course. The first glove, pulled quickly onto my fingers, decided to mutiny so it shot a few feet away as if in some naughty Benny Hill skit! The second glove, stretched beyond capacity over my palm, tore in several places as I tried to pull it on. He and his nurse finally helped me with fresh gloves.

He pulled up a second stool for me, and we both sat down shoulder-to-shoulder, between my wife's legs. He explained the anatomy of female genitalia. (I was already reasonably familiar, but he was such a fatherly gentle man, I just nodded like a naïve pupil.) He explained the potential importance of labial symmetry, of the health of pubic hair as an indicator of certain illnesses as he raked his fingers through it and tenderly tugged at a few tufts. He had me manually repeat every motion he did. All the while, my wife was peering down at us as she struggled to keep her rolling breasts covered under the paper gown. I raised my head a bit to get a clear view of her face, as her pubic hair obstructed my view of her eyes. I gave her a playful, concessive "well, what are ya' gonna do" shrug and she actually started to giggle a bit.

"You too really shouldn't be flirting during this!" He teased as he winked at his smiling nurse. "Perhaps we should start with the exam. The sexual tension in here is palpable!"

(To be continued in Part 2...)

[johnhenry@dr.com]

Quote Driftwood - "You mentioned your wife isn't shy and has disrobed for doctors for "legitimate" reasons. Would you ever care to share some of your observations of these visits"

I did share a particularly memorable visit in another post about her visiting a doctor who examined her in a hospital setting. Feel free to check it out - titled "Girlfriend Being Examined" in the nonfiction section.

Through the years, I've seen her unbotton her blouse without hesitation exposing herself in a bra to any number of doctors who needs access. As a "small event" that's kind of a thrill too - seeing your wife sitting there with just a bra on, having the doctor looking and pressing on different parts when a minute ago, she was buttoned up, dressing conservatively.

By the way, great start to the story in part 1!

[postmanuk]

Well, I think fantasies (within reason) are a force for good.

I was asked about medical room / examinations on another thread, talked about how my wife was examined in an overseas medical emergency room some decades ago. Nothing serious, but I was the ‘translator’ from French-to-English, so allowed into the room, but when my wife was taken behind the privacy curtains, I was asked to be on hand in case of further translation needs. But there was a chink in the curtain, I could see, without being seen….

Yes, it is the unequal power of the men dressed, the woman (by default) forced to undress, forced to expose herself, her most private parts, to the learned medical staff. Nothing sexual, like fuck there isn't.

It probably comes down to me thinking about situations, scenarios where my (in this case) my wife is exposed in this controlling, no veto, way. For her hands to be examined, looking at her eyes, the stethoscope touching near her nipples. So far, so clinical.

But there comes the moment – OK please lay on the examination couch, remove your underwear, arch your legs, and spread - no time to question this at all. Here, the professional is clearly going to have a good look, a good view of my wife’s genitals, her most private parts.

Jane has had a good growth of ‘lady beard’ down below, covering her sex since puberty and has never felt the desire to shave it or have it shaved, save for a trim around vacation time perhaps.

But here is this man, this learned man, instructing my wife to submit to an examination. The Doctor’s hands are warm, he touches her inner thigh, spreads her with authority, wider, and then using his fingers parts her hair so that he can see the colour, the formation of her outer lips and is then, without so much as a ‘do you mind if’, parting her lips and looking at ‘sex central’

I can tell my wife is embarrassed, by her silence. When nervous, this is her default position.

The doctor pulls her lips apart, much like a little boy having his first look at a girl’s mystery, and his finger is slid inside her.

In the privacy of the bedroom, Jane likes fingers, she likes slippery fingers in foreplay, but this is something different, quite different. I would not go as far as to say it is anywhere near to institutionalised ****, but I my mind, spying through the crack of the privacy curtains at my wife being touched, I am ashamed to say that I have a most obvious erection and am turned on more than I have been for months & months.

I want to see the see the doctor now slide his cock inside her, a medical procedure you understand, I want to see him sliding in and out, slowly at first but then faster and faster, the bogus medical procedure supplanted by animal desire, my wife (often so quiet) is now unable to hold nature at bay, as she writhes against the doctors thrusts, her legs reaching around his body, her feet almost locked together as this medical professional fucks my wife to orgasm, as I watch like the peeping tom, wanting to get my penis out and to masturbate to ejaculation, that will come so swiftly.

Is this wrong? I almost feel it would be better told, vocally, perhaps on video with a mixed screen of pictures of my wife and watching how my cock begins to harden as I tell this tale…