Hey guys… this is my first time posting in SBF… basically this story was written with the help “and permission” of my wife. She shares this account with me so feel free to let her know what you guys think. She’s 35yr old, slim, very pretty (You can have my word for it) and works in banking back office. She knows she is attractive and she has a secret desire of wanting to be seen by men (I’ve known her for 11 years so I know all her kinks) Majority of the story is true, some portions have been altered to allow a better flow of the story. Much of it happened as told to me by my wife and much of the feelings were real and were used to tease her during our love making.
A Visit to the gynae.
I shared a sexual fantasy with my hubby one night when he asked me after dinner. It started innocently enough. I told him that I suspect that I am having a yeast infection down there and I need to see a doctor. He then teased me, oh, you want a male doctor to see your pussy? Those words hit me out of the blue and it really offended me yet it turned me on. So I jokingly told him “Ok, can try, you go make the appointment lah”. He went on to tease me that I am every guy’s wet dream and any doctor would die to see me down there blah blah. The more he said, the more excited I was. So was he. He seemed sporty enough to play it out. So we planned. And before we knew it, here we were at the clinic. he deliberately booked the last appointment, at the 8.30pm evening slot for me. It was after a long day at work and I have not cleaned up. Gosh, I feel so perverted and sexy just thinking about it.
The clinic was located at Gleneagles Hospital. The physician was a man in his 50s. Let’s call him Dr. X. He looked healthy and he wore a surgical mask and I couldn’t tell how he really looked except for the eyes. He went on to ask me what was wrong, I told him that I was having a yeast infection. He went on to ask some standard questions about my last menstruation date and I told him that my period was due in a day or two. He went on to explain why some women get yeasts blah blah. Then he told me he’s gonna prescribe me some medicine. Then he asked me the dreaded question “Do you want me to check?”.
In my mind, I was secretly excited that it was an optional examination and he wanted to check me out. I was thinking, check means check, what do you mean if I want him to check. When he asked, my pussy tingled. I looked at my hubby and asked him, “Should check?”. To my dismay, he is keen to go ahead, and he said, “yah, why not? Let the Doctor run some tests to make sure!”. Oh no, this is really coming true. I crossed my legs tightly as I imagined what lies ahead.
I was told to go lie on the examination table. It was cold to the touch but the doctor switched on the heater. Soon I was feeling warm and comfy.
The doctor finished typing on his computer and came up to my side. He asked me to relax and close my eyes. At this moment, I was tingling with excitement. The excitement that has been building up the whole day from the constant teasing of my naughty husband was making my underwear wet with my juices. Part of me was really turned on by the prospect of a male stranger looking at, and even touching my most secret region, and at the same time I was dreadful of the embarrassing sight that will soon greet the doctor. I looked at my husband for comfort, he has that mischievous grin.
The doctor went on to explain to me that it will take quite a while and that he would give me a blanket to keep my upper body warm. As it was already 9pm, he then asked me if I would like his clinic assistant to be around since my hubby is with me. (I later realised that my hubby had it planned) Since my hubby was there, I decided to spare myself the embarrassment of having a strange woman standing nearby looking at my groin area. I am straighter than straight.
He then went to lock the door to the room and drew the drapes. I hear him pull a chair and I knew he was sitting at the far end of the examination table. I hear some clicks and the squeaks of leather as he reconfigured the examination table for gyno examination. After what seemed like minutes, as I waited, the dreaded words finally came. “Ms, could you kindly slide towards me and raise your legs onto the side cushions?”. I glanced first at him and then at the stirrups and then to my hubby and I shyly placed both my legs onto the cold cushions. At this moment, my skirt was bunched up at my waist and my legs were spread widely at each end, wantonly exposing my panty clad groin area to him.
He then painstakingly and slowly put on his surgical gloves as they wrapped around his hands with a snap. Then he pulled a halogen lamp and aimed it at my pussy area. The constant teasing from my hubby plus it was the end of a long day means it’s quite messy. Omg, I was embarrassed as hell. When will this be over? But my pussy juice continued oozing. The prospect of having my pussy totally exposed under the warm light and examined at close range by a male doctor was turning me on, I had to pretend that I was cool about it but my body is not obeying me. I didn’t wear any panty liner and my satin panty has double layered cloth at the crotch area, and I really wished that the doctor couldn’t tell that I was wet at the groin area. That would have been the most embarrassing.
At this point, my hubby’s phone rang. (I later realized it was deliberate). Then he hastily excused himself and said that he needs to run back to the office for an emergency. At this point, the female clinic assistant has also left the clinic and there was no one else to be the chaperon. My hubby then gave me one strange wink and then left the room and said he will meet me back home later.
Dr. X was pretty composed despite the situation. He assured me that everything will be alright and patted my legs. (Of all places) Perhaps he also felt good knowing that my hubby was comfortable enough to allow him to be in the room alone with me. However, looking back, any intelligent man would know that my hubby probably didn’t mind or was too jealous as any hubby who minded would asked that the work commitment wait. Going back to the office at 9pm, any intelligent person would know that it is a lame excuse. It is not as if it were a million dollar job. Ok now back to the situation…
Dr. X then went on to explain to me he will be taking a few samples. First would be the sample from my panties, which he explained would be representative of my discharge on a normal full day. Next would be the sample directly from my vaginal, which would allow him to ascertain if the infection was external or internal.
He then proceed to say that he will be starting his procedures and asked me to relax. He asked me to remove my panties on my own as he went to prepare the equipment and glass plates to deposit the sample. I took a deep breath and while he was not looking, I slipped out of my panties and folded them neatly by my side. The dreaded moment came. He returned and sat between my wide spread legs…. To be continued…
Hi guys, thanks for the supportive words. In any case, most of what transpired were true, the rest were my wife’s fantasy as she shared with me. Just enjoy the story and defer judgement k. Recently, one doctor was even charged for penetrative sex with a patient at his clinic. It was in the papers. (No it is not the same doctor)
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Our eyes met for a moment as he came face to face with my wide spread pussy, and I realised it must have been an already oozing pussy that greeted him. I hate the bristles of shaving and the pain of waxing and because I don’t mess around, so I kept it natural as it is more comfortable. My husband told me he loved my hairy pussy with healthy and shiny black hair and that it turns him wild. He told me that initially he liked shaven pussy when he was a teenager, but my looks made it so compelling for him that he changed his mind and would go down on me whether I am hairy or not. (That’s love I guess, but that’s another story). He told me that if a girls is really pretty, he wouldn’t care if she is hairy or not. I saw that as a compliment. But in the current situation, I couldn’t care what the doctor liked, to me I was really feeling vulnerable and at the same time, strangely turned on and I just want it to be over as soon as possible. So vulnerable and exposed I was if you can imagine. Gosh…
I looked at the doctor, he was looking at my pussy. I saw that look of excitement in his eyes as his pupils dilated. He must have liked what he saw as he glanced at it a few times while adjusting his gloves. I was so embarrassed that I had to say something. I asked “Doctor, is anything wrong?”. As a matter of factly way, he said. “You have a very natural looking pussy, you seem confident of your sexuality, unlike many young ladies I’ve seen who tried to shave and leave nasty bristles. Shaving is not good from a gynae’s point of view.” He said it in an instructional and factual way. I blushed bright red, I thought he meant that my pussy must have been coated with juices and natural means he thought I was hairy. He must have seen that and knew that I was excited. I’m sure he could smell me at that range. My hubby often said I smell “sexy” down there but I won’t know what is considered “sexy” so I was very self conscious. I was so embarrassed that the doctor told me something like that. But I was strangely not upset as I thought I would. I actually felt attractive. I just closed my eyes and kept my legs spread.
He then asked me to hand him my panties, which I reluctantly did. He opened the folded fabric and went on to take a sample from the crotch area. It was one day of my juices. I’m sure it sure smelt nasty. He deposited it onto a plate of glass and returned me the panties. He then told me he is going to take a sample from my vagina. OMG, this was the moment. I’ve not been touched by a stranger before and this is so dreadful yet it turns me on. I closed my eyes as his fingers began to spread my pussy lips open. My oozing pussy was now so wantonly exposed to him.
As I was mentally very turned on, against my wishes, I felt really good as he adjusted his fingers and spread my pussy as he traced his fingers along my lower lips as if he was checking and looking out for something. The tracing of the fingers felt good. I was obviously wet. He then warmed up a plastic speculum and inserted it slowly into my vulnerable and exposed pussy and clicked it such that i felt my insides exposed to him. I realized he didn’t apply any lubricant, this means that I must have been so copiously and visibly wet to him. I was so embarrassed I could die. Nothing is worse than letting the doctor see my sexual desire in plain sight. I mean how could I hide from his eyes when everything was spread out there for him to see? I think this was the point he realized I was sexually aroused and which led to the subsequent events (I guess). He then used a scraper and inserted into my vagina and gave a scrape, then he spread it on the glass plate and he was done. (At least that’s what I thought)
That was a weird sensation. It was not exceptionally exciting or stimulating. It was more my mind going crazy and almost going through a mental orgasm. He then removed the speculum and inserted two his gloved fingers into my anus to feel for lumps. I thought this last step was unecessary but I guess he enjoyed violating me. He finished taking his sample and his checks. I was relieved. This was finally over. However he then said something strange. I didn’t even know if it was medically accurate.
“Mdm, I would also need to take a sample when the yeast are supposedly in action, meaning under the conditions that would normally itch badly?” He then asked me matter of factly when would the itch be the worst? I told him it would itch after sexual activities. He asked me to elaborate. At this point, as the boundary has been crossed, to a woman, it didn’t matter anymore so I had no vanity left. I told him that normally when my husband performs oral sex on me or penetrates me with his penis and after many strokes, I would start to itch. He then asked me if it was with condom or without? I told him that it is normally triggered when it is done raw. He remained composed. He went on to tell me that he will be trying to replicate the sexual stimulation.
At this moment, my eyes went wide open. My heart pounded. What did he mean by replicate? Is he going to fuck me? Oh no. This is not happening. At the same time, I was strangely turned on by that thought of being “fucked” under such compelled circumstances. Honestly, on a normal circumstances I would not have been attracted to him. He seemed to sense my discomfort and went on to say “Do not worry, the stimulation will be done using an apparatus, so do not worry, I will be as gentle as I can.” At this point, I could only nod. Part of me was humiliated, part of me so excited. This was the first time that I am going to be fucked by a apparatus (I later realized it is a medical dildo), and by a male doctor. This is madness. I think he was out to play me.
He went to the drawer and pulled out a flesh coloured dildo. It was relatively huge. I would think that it is much larger than my husband and any of my ex boyfriends. My eyes went wide open. I was totally humiliated and worried. He must have seen my pussy lips clench in anticipation. He then asked me if I would be embarrassed to see him performing the examination and tests? Actually I do feel really embarrassed and if I could avoid eye contact, it would certainly make me feel more at ease. He then pulled a curtain drape over my abdomen and I couldn’t see him anymore. But I was aware of each and every sound, each and every sensation. In fact, I was even more aware.
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I then hear him coating the thick dildo with what must be lubricant. I told him I was allergic to lubricants. He then told me that he is using surgical gel, which should be neutral and non allergic. In my mind, I was glad that my hubby need not see this, of me being literally “fucked” by a big dildo by a strange male, in the name of medicine. I cringed and my pussy oozed with anticipation. I readied myself as I felt the tip of the dildo touch my pussy lips as it began to stretch me as it began it’s entry.
I have never felt such a big dick, no, should I say dildo. It was long, thick and straight as it stretched me to an extent I’ve never felt before. This is probably virgin territory, I was really turned on and the sensation turned from pain into slight pleasure. I could feel my pussy ooze as the dildo’s thrusting picked up speed and went into a rhythm. Omg, I was feeling so stretched and violated and I was beginning to become wild as he kept up the thrusting. However, I started to feel a little painful and soon I was begging him to stop. He did. Then he asked me, are you feeling itchy now, I shall take the sample.
Strangely, my pussy was not itchy yet. But I was feeling so much lust that more than getting examined, I need to get off, I needed my orgasm. The pressure building up in my groin was unbearable. However, there was no way that I was going to continue having that thick straight dildo into my pussy. Thick is pleasurable, too thick it is a punishment. It seems to be a stalemate. I told the doctor, I needed something softer and smaller and asked if he has another dildo. He told me that he does not have.
At this moment, he suggested something which on hindsight, he must have plotted. He deliberately used a big dildo as it would both violate me mentally and cause me a lot of dis-comfort. He would then innocently suggest that the only way is for him to use a real penis with a condom to simulate the conditions that my itch would be triggered and that it’ll be very fast, almost like a test drive. He also offered to use his fingers. My thoughts raced, fingers? That would mean he’s playing with me and observing me while my legs are spread wide in front of him. Plus the likely nasty scent, which my hubby said it was sexy. That felt so embarassing. I rather he not be looking and be so close to my nether area.
At this moment, it actually sounded right to me. Actually he’s a doctor, he has seen me in my most private region, the boundary has been breached, it’s ok to let him use his penis with a condom, as long as it is his penis and not another random person in the clinic. Knowing that there is no one else in the clinic, I knew it was to be his penis. At this point, I actually felt aroused. I am going to be fucked by another man other than my husband, omg. After all it would be similar to that of a dildo. In my lustful state, I didn’t care and I nodded and whispered. “Ok doctor, I’ll go with the penis, as long as it is yours (Since you’ve already seen everything) and not any other third person.”
With that, he seemed pleased with my reply. I hear him open a drawer and what must have been him putting the condom on. I’m sure he must be rock hard by now looking at me in this state. I felt strangely excited. At the same time, I felt guilty towards my hubby. As he asked me whether I was ready, I simply nodded, I tried to imagine that it was my hubby entering me. After all he was the one who suggested that I see a male doctor to fulfil my sexual fantasy, so he can’t blame me. I didn’t even dare to look at his penis.
As he entered me, I fought back tears of guilt and joy. In the excitement of the situation, I felt so thoroughly violated and good. The thrusting was so confident. His dick was just the right size and it felt good. He was standing while I was spread wide on the examination table. This position allowed him to hit just the right spot. He went on thrusting, hitting my clitoris and my G Spot at the same time. Mentally I screamed, I really screamed, but I could not let out a sound. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment as he continued to punch his stiff meat into me. I was supposed to tell him to stop when the itch come. But strangely, the itch did not come, only pleasure. He went on thrusting as I felt him fucking my brains out! I imagined that it was my husband, I began to really enjoy it.
The guilt went away as I laid there being blatantly fucked and taken. The excitement blew my mind as inch by inch, stroke by stroke, he brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. Then it came, my mind went blank as I jerked and splayed my legs widely as I came to a massive G Spot orgasm, spraying a few spurts of female orgasmic juices onto his groin and pubic area. (Yes I do ejaculate a small amount of soapy alkaline feeling fluid when I come hard) I must have convulsed for a whole minute. He must have sensed my orgasm, held his dick in position and wait for my pleasure to subside. When I am fully settled down, he then withdrew his penis from my pussy. It still felt hard when it came out of my pussy. What a man. He has not come. He’s a tool to me, I thought triumphantly to myself. I felt weak but strangely satisfied.
At this point, he asked matter of factly again, are you feeling the itch yet? However, there was really no itch, just pure pleasure. I felt this certain sense of warmth. This was the first time I got an orgasm without even getting topless or my nipples touched. Then the dreadfulness of the situation dawned upon me. I needed to get itchy before he could take an accurate sample. At this moment, my mind raced.
At this point he asked me, “Did you say that the itch would only arise if your hubby licks you or enters you raw?” Under such circumstances, I could only say yes. I knew what was the inevitable outcome. I needed to be licked or fucked raw to get the itch. At this point, he suggested the unthinkable, should I get your hubby to come back to do it with you to replicate the itch? I contemplated, should I call my hubby back to do the job? …. to be cont’d
Thanks bros for your support. It is prudent to note that my wife was also responsible for some of what happened. Well I don’t really blame her under those circumstances… anyway, read on to find out…
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However, under such circumstances, you can’t blame me but I really didn’t want my hubby to see me in this state, or to have to explain how did we get to this situation that he (my hubby) has to fuck me raw, after the doctor has just fucked me with a condom (and brought me to orgasm). Too much to explain, I’m too far off the line.
So, under the unfortunate situation, which in hindsight was an apparent trap laid by the doctor, he knew that I would have to either terminate the session (and repeat the “ordeal” again another day) or I would ask him to “Just get it over and get me off”. Well, curse me if you would, I was so turned on, and having being fucked to an orgasm by him, I told him. “No, I don’t want my hubby to see me in this state. please do what you HAVE TO and get this over and done with, don’t ask me anything anymore.” I was surprised I said those words and thankfully, without being fully naked and no eye contact, I could convince myself that it was something part of a treatment.
There was silence. Then I felt his warm hands on my widespread legs as they inched towards my inner thigh. He must have taken off his gloves to give me more comfort. Then it came. I felt his warm slippery tongue in the heart of my pussy as he expertly licked me and explored me with his tongue. After being fucked by him earlier to an orgasm, I know how messy my pussy is. This is so embarassing. He then continued his game and up the ante by inserting his fingers into my orifices. His tongue was licking and tormenting my clit while two fingers went into my pussy and worked on my G Spot. The warm fuzzy sensation turned into a heightened pleasure as my body squirmed under his expert ministrations. As his saliva mixed with my pussy juice and trickled down towards my anus. He used his tongue to lap it up at my anus and traced it back to my clit. I felt so utterly violated.
This is definitely no ordinary visit to the doctor I thought to myself. As i approached my climax, he kept his tongue working on my clit and his two fingers curling up my G spot, and i know he know how to make me come spectacularly as he gave me a totally new sensation, these guys are supposed to know the female anatomy inside out, literally! He inserted his little pinkie into my anus and pressed upwards towards the P Spot. Omg, this was what it feels like to be taken and attacked at all frontiers, Clit, G Spot and Anal. You just feel this sense of fullness and sweet surrender as at that moment, I am the subjugate, and he is the conqueror.
As his fingers and tongue toyed with me, I started to feel the itch. I wanted to tell him to stop and take the sample now now I was riding the train up to the heavens and nothing came from my mouth except a gasp for air. I didn’t ask him to stop. I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to make me cum. I know that this is going to be a big one. He asked me “Has the itch come?” I merely kept quiet as I enjoyed his toying of my pussy. His torment continued as I felt it come as must have ejaculated on his face as I let go and came, jerking and convulsing, feeling my groin area and whole body warm up to a massive pleasure as I climaxed and climaxed. As i settled down, he told me “That was quite an orgasm, do you feel any itch?
At this moment, I had to decide. my mind tells me to stop now but this person just gave me two mindblowing orgasm. I was too tired to respond. Part of me wanted this man in me. I wanted to reward him for his “good work”, to experience my now raw and tingling pussy with his naked flesh, and to finally complete the exchange of fluids. This thought sent a tingle down to my pussy as I became painfully aware that I’m still spread wide in front of the doctor. This is so embarassing. I blamed my husband for landing me in this situation. In my self reasoning, blaming him made it easier for me. I simply waited for the inevitable as I shook my head and told the doctor, “I don’t feel any itch yet” (I was lying through my teeth, I suspect he knows). Actually I just wanted to be fucked and fucked raw. It makes me feel in control as I was the one who made the decision. Let me just enjoy this session as I prepared myself mentally for the eventual onslaught, I told myself.
I heard him pulling the condom off with a snap. In my mind, I was going crazy with anticipation and guilt. I was not only getting physically fucked, I was getting mind fucked as well. But in any case, I was turned on as hell. I could feel him getting into position as I got ready for him to penetrate me. And then the moment of contact came. Here it is, a strange dick is going to enter me raw, my pussy was tingling as our sexual organs touched for the first time and we technically “Completed the deed”. It felt so slippery and right. He went on to fuck me expertly. Every stroke hit my G spot as I felt my pussy ooze. At this point, it was unbearably itchy, I wanted to ask him to stop. But the thrusting, and the mental excitement of being fucked by a stranger under forced circumstances was really turning me on. I started to cover my mouth with the blanket and screamed into it. Muffled screams they were and I was afraid that someone would hear it from outside the door. But I could not help it, I didn’t want him to stop, I screamed and screamed as he fucked me raw, my pussy oozing copious amount of pussy juices and wetting the examination table. The swooshing sound was so loud by now as I felt his juices too. It was so itchy yet so good, as he kept up his thrusting, nailing it every stroke. The itch combined with the expert fucking made me feel so hot, it was the best fucking that I had in a long time. This doctor could fuck as well as my husband I thought, then my mind went back to my loving hubby, as I imagined him fucking me. This was much easier, I thought, as I forgot the itch as I felt myself building up to my orgasm. He seemed to sense my orgasm coming as he went on to take me thrust by thrust.
But at this moment, it was no longer impossible to imagine that it was my hubby fucking me (Sorry hubby). I was thinking this doctor could really fuck for his apparent age. Omg. I could feel myself building up to an orgasm as I felt my pussy clenching and gripping him tightly as he fucked me wet and raw. As my orgasm came, I could feel him jerking as he emptied his warm spermatozoa high into me. I could even feel the warmth at my cervix. I convulsed as I gripped him tight with my legs as I slowly came back to my senses. I felt him withdraw from me and proceeded to ask if I was itchy. That was both rhetorical and unnecessary. Of course it was, but it felt good too although I didn’t tell him that. He quickly took a sample and went on to wipe me clean. (Do doctors do that? OMG) I then hear him clean himself up before putting on his pants (He was still in his gown the whole way). The procedure was finally done.
At this moment, I really wanted to die. I was so embarrassed. I felt so violated yet I feel so strangely warm and satisfied. I felt a lot of guilt as I imagined meeting my hubby later, I didn’t know how to face him. I had to keep it from him. This was too much. My fantasy was being watched by a doctor, I didn’t tell him that I wanted to be fucked by the doctor. (Although in my wildest fantasy, maybe I did?) I was in agony, yet bliss, as I cleaned myself up, and wore my panties and straightened my clothes. After taking some further notes, the doctor told me that he will give me a pill to stop the itch immediately. Then he said, that’s all for today and asked me to come see him once the results are out. I was strangely excited, yet dreadful. I swore I could see the bulge in his pant. OMG, he is still hard, I thought. His wife must be really fortunate. I also felt this sense of power as I imagine him kissing his wife that night with his mouth, which has been through my juices. Funny thought.
When I met my hubby later at home, he looked worried and weary. Of course, I must have been fucked for an hour. I couldn’t meet his eyes. He asked me how was the procedure and why it looked so long. I averted his eyes and said nothing much, that the doctor took a pap smear. He looked excited and said, you mean he saw you down there? How did you feel? Did you feel excited like we imagined? He must have asked me 3 questions in a row. I nodded. He probed, “What else did the doctor do? It took so long.” At this point, I was feeling guilty, and in an attempt to stop him from getting the truth, I snapped at him and told him “This is not a game, do not ask anymore, I feel miserable enough.” He finally shut up. I felt really bad for snapping at him.
Later that evening, as we lay in bed, I could take it no longer. I could not bring myself to be dishonest to him. So I went by his side and told him in a whisper. “Dear, actually something else did happen. The doctor did fuck me, and because I could not replicate the itch, he even fucked me raw.”. I was expecting my husband to get really angry and to ask more questions about why didn’t I question him about the procedures etc; I was ready. He was always so protective of me. But he didn’t, instead, with a look of understanding, he held me close and we proceed into a passionate kiss. He told me. “It’s ok dear, you didn’t want it to happen that way, I know, but we were mischievous enough to want to let it happen, so let’s just enjoy the secret. Now you can tell me more about WHAT REALLY HAPPENED?”
Henceforth, it always gives me a massive orgasm each time he teases me while making love.
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Let me and my wife know which part of the story most turned you on and why. She will be reading this, so keep it coming.
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Hardaway1818
Super good story.
Simple story but the writing style is so vivid and tantalizing!
thanks bro for the kind words.
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liewkc2503
Agree with you ! That why coming back for more …..
Haha… I’ve got a few more sexy incidents with my wife but not related to gynae… let me find time to write it down…
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Rickey
Every woman shd hv gone thru’ & experienced tis type of gynae checks at least once in their lifetime if not more…when they go for their pap smears for e.g. or during a mandatory preemployment medical exam or even during sch check ups…but it doesn’t end up in such an extreme case as TS’s wife experienced
…some r even initiated by the female patients themselves hoping the doc will take their bait …
Indeed. From my heart to heart talk with my wife, I realised that even the most prim and proper girls do enjoy a certain but varying degree of exhibitionism. Otherwise bikini would never have been a viable product. They want to be seen in their sexy forms but do not dare to go engage sexual service, especially for married ladies. Visiting the gyno allows them to fullfil part if this need in an aboveboard and a manner that has the blessings of their partners without feeling immoral or like a slut. (In my wife’s words)
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Blackenrose
Makes me wonder whether the doctor will get the itchy infection on his penis from the wife..
HAHA… I didn’t think he minded… maybe he also know it is not yeast…
Yeast infection is very common in girls, my wife tend to be allergic to lubricants so it really irritates her down there, it started because I used some toys on her a few weeks before the incident… but if it is really yeast, it can’t stay on the penis for long too as it is not moist and wet all the time unlike women… in any case her pussy looks fresh and normal, not as if it is really yeast… haha… but I get your drift… maybe I should write a parallel account from the doctor’s point of view? Let me know what you guys think…
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Alantino
https://singapore96.tumblr.com/post/...bartin-karabuk
reminds me of this
Haha, close… but I think what happened to my wife was a little bit more brutal than that… thanks for sharing though.
Hi guys, sorry for the silence… this is Mrs W… I’m the protagonist and “victim” in this story…
Many have written to us or commented that my hubby wrote down my feelings very accurately. At this point, I’ve got something to confess and please do not be upset.
The reason why my hubby W could capture my feelings so accurately was because I was the one who wrote the story and he, being better with words helped me string the scenes together. I would say the story was 90% written by me while he fills up the remaining 10%.
We are glad you enjoyed the story and one of you suggested that I should continue to let you guys know how I felt in the days following the incident. Thinking back, it was really tormenting. But guess I’ll find some time to pen it down…
Mrs W.