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Roni’s Doctor VisitRoni’s Doctor VisitAt ten to six I pulled up to the curb in front of the large old house that had been converted into a doctor’s office. My wife had found a new job that required a pre-employment physical and the doctor on retainer with the company had agreed to accommodate her after his regular office hours.We entered the reception area where I took a seat and Roni stepped up to the counter where she told the receptionist who she was.“I’ll need the medical history forms they gave you,” the woman said.Roni pulled them out of her purse. The receptionist took the forms and looked her over. “Go straight down the hall to the examination room. There’s a sign on the door. Doctor will be with you shortly.”Roni wiggled her fingers at me and walked toward a door at the end of the hallway. In less than five minutes, the receptionist walked out the front entrance. I began to read a copy of Road & Track.Another two minutes and I felt the call of nature. I followed the hallway looking for a washroom and found the last door on the left slightly ajar. I turned on the lights and used the toilet. After washing my hands, I noticed that the second door in the room, which I assumed led to the exam room, was not fully closed, the slight crack allowed a bit of light to show through. I figured that was where Roni was, and being a nosy sort, turned out the bathroom light, opened the door a quarter inch more and peeked in.She was in the process of disrobing next to a typical exam table. I watched her step out of her half slip and remove her stockings. Then she stepped out of her lacy pink bikini panties, opened the hooks of her matching push-up bra and shrugged it off. Looking at my nude wife usually gives me a raging hard-on, but seeing her as a voyeur would enhanced the feeling. Her tits looked lovely, the triangle of thick, curly brown pubic hair inviting and her shapely, strong legs beautiful. Wearing only a pair of black high heels, she put on a shapeless hospital gown and sat in the chair next to the exam table. My boner strained against the cloth of my pants. I touched my cock to feel the hardness. Moments later I heard a knock on the exam room main door.“Yes?” she said.“Doctor. Are you ready for me to come in?”“I am.”A good-looking man of about fifty with dark hair and a white lab coat entered the room. I knew I should close the door quietly and leave the rest room, but I couldn’t take my eyes off my wife and desperately needed to watch this man examine her.Roni crossed her legs and pulled on the hem of the short gown trying to cover more of her exposed thigh. That didn’t work. I saw lots of leg.The doctor introduced himself, thumbed through the medical forms attached to a clipboard and asked a few routine questions.That done, he said, “OK, let’s get your height and naked weight. Remove the gown and your shoes and step onto the scale facing out.”I hadn’t been to a doctor very often, but no one ever weighed me while I was completely nude. Roni stood up, looked at him for a brief moment, then removed the bursa escort hospital gown and stepped out of her shoes. I rubbed my cock again as I watched my naked wife standing next to the doctor who extended a hand, prompting her to mount the scale. He lowered the rod to touch the top of her head and then adjusted the sliding weight until the scale arm balanced.“Five-seven and one-twenty-five,” he said. “You can put your shoes on now, but no need for the gown yet. I want you to step behind the machine.” He pointed to something on the other side of the room. “So I can get a chest x-ray.”Roni walked a few steps with him where he placed her behind the x-ray screen. A few moments later, that was finished. He smiled. “Let’s go back to the table where you can put the gown back on.”Her tits jiggled as she walked in the high heels. At first I assumed the air conditioner had made her nipples hard, but then I wondered if showing this good-looking man her nude body hadn’t provided her with tingling felt all the way to her nipples. The word titillate seemed to be quite appropriate. My cock throbbed and kept straining against my shorts. “Have a seat and let your legs hang off the side,” he instructed.She put on the gown and sat on the table.The doctor took a stethoscope from his pocket and hooked it into his ears. He separated the rear of the gown, listened to her back and asked for a couple deep breaths. Next, he had her lower the front of the gown and repeated the same procedure.After using one of those little flashlights with the plastic cone on the end to look into her eyes, ears, nose and throat, he said, “Step off the table and drop the gown to your waist, please. Let’s examine your breasts”She did as requested. The gown, tied midway down the back, clung low on her hips, exposing everything above a line five or six inches below her belly button.He stood almost in front of her, but I still had a perfect view to watch him fondle my wife’s tits.“Raise your right arm over your head.”She knew the drill. He lifted her right boob with his fingers and let it drop. He pressed on the sides, underneath and on the sloping top, probing everywhere. He used his middle finger to make two circles around her nipple.“Any sensitivity here?” he asked.“No.” Roni’s nipple looked like4 a brick red acorn.“OK, drop your right arm and raise the left.”He repeated the same probing and squeezing and ended by fingering her left nipple which was hard, but nothing like my dick. I wanted to drop my pants and masturbate while I watched, but didn’t dare. I assumed that the doctor’s cock was hard and half way down his leg by now.“OK,” he said, “Everything looks good.”Feels good, too, I’ll bet. “Let’s put that gown back up,” he said, and made a few notes.He set the clipboard down and pulled a rubber glove from a box on the nearby counter. “I need you to bend forward over the table. We’ll do a recital exam.” He snapped the glove onto his right hand and squeezed a dollop of lubricant onto his middle finger. Roni bent over with her backside facing my bursa escort bayan left. The doctor took his place and flipped up the gown, exposing my wife’s beautiful ass.“Spread your legs a little,” he asked.I’ll bet he loved saying that.He spread her cheeks with his left hand and inserted his digit into Roni’s anus, turning his hand and probing her hole. “Are you experiencing and problems in this area?”“No.”“Everything seems good.”He pulled his social finger from my wife’s asshole, rolled off the glove and tossed it at a trash can. Swish. Two points. I thought he’d like to stick his boner into her lubed up ass and fuck her doggie style.“We’re finished with this part,” he said. “Take a minute to clean up.” He moved a box of tissues from a counter to the top of the exam table and walked to the other side of the room.A moment later he returned. Roni was standing next to the table.The doctor pulled a small step from the end of the table base. Step on this and face me,” he said. That accomplished, he told her, “Pick up the back of the gown and sit.”Roni bared her behind and sat on the table. The protective paper made a crinkling sound.“Lie back.” She did and he folded out a pair of chrome stirrups at either corner of the table. He flipped up the gown to expose her cunt and placed each one of her feet in a stirrup, her legs spread wide.“I see you’ve submitted the results of a PAP test less than twelve months old, so we’ll just do a routine pelvic exam.”He snapped a clean rubber glove on his right hand and again coated his middle finger with KY Jelly. With his left hand, he parted her pubic hairs and used two fingers to spread the lips of her pussy before slipping his finger into her slot. He turned the finger one way and then the other. He pulled it half way out and pushed it back in. It seemed as if he was in there a long time.“Do you have heavy bleeding during your periods?”“No.”“Do you experience any pain during intercourse?”“No.”I wished she had said, ‘only when my husband’s cock swells so big from the great hand jobs I give him.’ But no such luck.He finally pulled his finger out of her cunt. “And everything seems fine here.” He removed this glove and scored another field goal. He must have lots of practice.I would have bet a week’s wages that he wanted to drop his pants, whip out a long hard dick and push it into her well lubricated snatch. It would have been so easy with her feet in the stirrups and legs spread wide. But instead, he said, “We’re finished now and you seem in perfect health.” Not to mention looking super in the nude.“Thank you.”For what, the observation or for tickling your fancy?“You can get dressed and leave. I’ll take care of sending the reports to your new employer.”As Roni dressed, I hurried back to the waiting room and picked up a magazine, hoping my erection wasn’t too noticeable. Minutes later, she Joined me.“I’m ready to go,” she said.We left the office.* * * *Twenty minutes later, we sat in a restaurant. Roni was sipping from a glass of chardonnay and I had a beer in front of escort bursa me.“Employment physicals are usually not as thorough as this one,” Roni said.“So, you got your money’s worth, or the company did.”“I’ve never had a physical where I had to be completely nude before.”“I guess everybody does their exams differently.”“Usually, they let you keep your underwear on.”I shrugged. “Did he examine you in places where your bra and panties would have been in the way?”“Yes.”“Then having them off was more efficient.”“I guess.”“Were you nude the whole time?”“No, I had a hospital gown, but ended up nude a lot.”“Hmmm.”“I mean, do you think I needed to be nude to get weighed?”“You got me there.”I couldn’t believe the guy pulled that off with a straight face.“And I had to walk across the room naked for an X-ray.”And I watched your tits jiggle.“And stand behind the film plate naked?”“Yes.She sipped more wine.“Think I can get copies?”She smiled. “I’m being serious and you’re making me laugh.”“If you look really good, I’ll have a poster printed to hang in my closet.”“Oh, pa-leeze!”I shrugged. “Then he let you put the gown back on?”“While he listened to my heart and lungs, but then he examined my breasts.”“Tough job. I should have gone to medical school.”She laughed. “You can be such an idiot.”“I guess you can’t keep a gown on and get your tits examined. You were completely naked again?”“Of course not. I had it tied in back and just dropped the front, but it almost fell off. It hung on my hips and barely covered…down there.” She pointed under the table.I remember.“You mean your kitty almost peeked out?”“Will you stop?”“So after he finished that, you put the gown back on?”Feeding her questions kept her describing the exam and kept my cock hard.“When he finished with my breasts I put it back on, but right away I had to lift it up.”“Ahhh. I can guess why.”“Yes, two things, but don’t ask what happened.”Did his finger feel good?“It’s what doctors do. Was he at least a decent guy?”“Oh, he was very nice-looking and clean.”Did she realize he wanted to stick his cock into her? Probably into two places. “Better than a dirty old man.”“Oh, yuck. I don’t want a dirty old man squeezing my tits.”Hmm. Before it was examining my breasts. Now it’s squeezing my tits.“Doctors are only normal—assuming he likes girls. You can’t convince me that his cock wasn’t hard while he was examining you.”“That’s silly. Well, maybe not. But he behaved professionally.”I know. I watched the show.“That’s his job. He wanted to fuck you while you were lying on that exam table, but he controlled his emotions.”She sipped her wine and gave me a mischievous smile. “Would you like to play doctor with me?”“You mean buy a stethoscope and listen to your heart?”“I mean examine my boobs—very thoroughly, and—” she looked around to see if anyone could hear what she said, “stick your finger into my pussy?”“You want me to wear a white coat?”“You’d look like a doctor.”“I’d love to examine you—very thoroughly. But after I pulled my finger out of your hot pussy, I’d drop my trousers and stick my cock in. I’d love to fuck you on an exam table. But we don’t have one.”“How about the kitchen table?”“Wow. Works for me. Where’s the waiter? I want the check while my dick still feels like an iron rod.”

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