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05-10-2021, 03:08 PM
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Isn't it fascinating how, even clothed, these potentially borderline-taboo circumstances can be so entrancing? I suspect Freudians would have a field day with the likes of us!  I'm much obliged for the compliments regarding Part 1 of my prequel. Part 2 is almost complete, my friend. Just polishing my grammar here and there, to make it presentable. 
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05-10-2021, 03:17 PM
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Lost in Translation
postmanuk,
If the OCC Forum ever creates a non-fiction Hall of Fame, you have my vote! 
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05-11-2021, 12:53 PM
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#74
05-16-2021, 12:41 AM
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A Prequel Confession To My Previous Post:
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...)
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05-20-2021, 07:30 PM
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A Prequel Confession To My Previous Post:
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...)
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05-21-2021, 01:13 PM
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A Prequel Confession To My Previous Post:
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...)
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#77
05-23-2021, 12:54 AM
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A Prequel Confession To My Previous Post:
Part 5: (the Final Part)
Again, he inserted his index finger all the way, rotated, and massaged around her clitoral hood with his thumb. He began rotating in all directions as he massaged her labia as well with this thumb. "How does that feel?" He asked, sitting up straight again. It seemed, at least to me, that he was not looking into my wife's eyes but rather at her pillowy, exposed breast. "At first, it hurt. But now, it feels almost nice and yet it is still uncomfortable in a strange way." She answered tensely. "The Slippery Stuff is quite silky, isn't it? Rather lovely, that!" He smiled and nodded in agreement, but said nothing. He continued massaging in small circles, making the folds of her labia wave back and forth. He started to slowly thrust his index finger in and out of her vagina, whilst still performing the labial thumb circles. Was it my imagination, or did I notice an almost imperceptible rocking of my wife's hips? I definitely heard the table paper crinkle in tempo with his finger thrusts. Her breathing slowed rhythmically, and she had closed her eyes. There was a slight- ever so slight- smirk forming in the corner of her mouth. It almost seemed like she was enjoying getting finger-fucked by her doctor in front of her husband and the nurse! An out-of-sync rustling of paper caught my attention. My wife had stopped trying to cover her drap_ed breasts and was now gripping the padded sides of the exam table. Her paper gown had slid open to both sides and her soft breasts were swaying and jiggling in all directions. Her pale silver-dollar areolae quickly shriveled and darkened into deep mauve ovals as her eraser-tip nipples got rock hard and long... strikingly so. The doctor slowly removed his finger, which made a surprisingly wet slurping sound, and told me it was my turn. I inserted my finger, rotated, and massaged around her clitoris and labia. Her breathing increased in a disturbed manner. Once again, I was hurting her. I slowed down the circles, barely touching her labia with an almost feather's pressure. No joy, it was too uncomfortable for her. I was told to stop. I never got to finger-fuck her pussy like the doctor had. She simply preferred his touch mine. Damn and blast it all! The appointment wrapped up in a conspicuously rapid manner. The nurse helped my wife clean off some residual lube which had splattered in surprising directions, as the doctor and I put the rolling stools away. Things seemed suddenly rushed. Perhaps he realised the next patient had been waiting a while- perhaps. "Just keep practising that technique every other day, with a day of rest in between," he instructed. "The nurse will get you more samples of Slippery Stuff when you leave." She nodded in acknowledgement. "I'd like to see you back in 6 months for a pap and pelvic. We can see how 'things' have progressed as well after the pap. In the meantime, if anything worsens due to this technique I showed you today, call my office. Is the next patient ready in Room 2, nurse?" The nurse nodded, opened the door to leave, and he stood up. That's when I noticed the bulge in his trousers. I helped my wife quickly dress and we all left the exam room. The nurse got us the samples from a supply closet. Instead of going to the next exam room though, the doctor disappeared somewhere. That was when I came to the realisation that he might have stepped out to wank in private after therap_eutically finger-fucking my wife and gawking at her exposed breasts. Later that evening, I asked her about his technique. She insisted she had been trying to relax, that's all. She confessed there were some soothing, non-erotic sensations when he massaged her labia with his thumb. But she added that his thrusting-finger technique was still too uncomfortable for her. When I asked about my technique, she got very quiet. "It hurt when you did the same," she admitted "even though you were rather more gentle." I asked her why she didn't cover up her breasts during the desensitisation fingering. She claimed she was concentrating on the pain and didn't realise they were exposed until after. I wasn't convinced, but I kept those doubts to myself. For several years, her exams seemed more routine and typical. Then later, the exams gradually became informal and more intimate, as recalled in my previous confession. (Fin!)
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05-30-2021, 08:48 AM
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But then what happened? Did you solve the problem?
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06-06-2021, 02:40 AM
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And no, the problems never got solved, even after decades of visits to sexual pain clinics in different countries, surgeries, et al. Depressing, but true. 
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06-19-2021, 01:04 AM
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I have only recently discovered, from another doctor, that the sleight-of-hand trick wasn't a perverted groping at all. My wife's gynaecologist was actually massaging my wife's breast to 'milk' her nipples for fluid discharge, which is common practise during breast exams. He explained that the nipples occasionally leak clear fluid, or even blood, if the lymph nodes are irritated; a possible indication of infection, illness, or (worst case) cancer. He said some nipples will leak even if the patient is perfectly healthy. Evidently, that was why my wife's gynaecologist had performed that particular procedure. And yes, he confirmed, the nipples get very erect when they excrete fluid during these 'milkings'. It was still rather erotic for me, nonetheless!
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