"Stand up," she ordered as she walked away from the exam table toward me. Jim got up and stood at the foot of the exam table. He made a vain attempt to maintain his dignity by placing his hands over his groin area. In the mean time, Nurse Goodell took a position standing just to my right and turned around to face Jim. At this point, we both had a good view of my dear husband, standing completely nude in front of us.

"Now, stand up straight and face me, arms at your side," she ordered. Jim complied and uncovered himself. "Good. Now raise your left leg and balance for me," she ordered. Jim lifted his left leg and balanced himself on his right. She repeated that maneuver with his opposite leg. "Now walk toward me," she ordered. As she spoke, Jim walked a few steps toward us. "Now turn around and walk back," she said. He turned around and walked away from us toward the exam table, providing us with a very nice view of his firm ass.

"Bend over, please, and touch your toes," she now ordered as she approached him from behind. "Hold that position, please," she added. Jim was now facing away from me and was bent over touching his toes. Needless to say, I had a glorious view before me. The sight of my husband's tight ass as he was bent over in front of me was spectacular. Perhaps this was why I loved to take him from behind with some of my own toys. As I was enjoying the view, Nurse Goodell ran her fingers up and down the entire length of his spine checking it for any abnormalities.

"Now turn around and squat down," she ordered. Jim turned around to face me again and squatted down. "And now up, please," the nurse requested. Jim immediately stood up. "One more time, please. Squat down," she ordered. "And place your hands on top of your head." Jim got into position one more time, this time finding it more difficult to balance since his hands were on his head. "I need you to do a duck walk for me," she ordered. "Just a few steps is enough. Do you understand how?" Jim nodded in the affirmative. He carefully took a few steps toward me, trying not to lose his balance. His knees were spread apart widely, providing the nurse and I with a clear view of everything that he had between his legs. I could clearly see that his genitals were hanging down loosely from his body, his balls suspended by a seemingly small cord of skin.

"All right," said Nurse Goodell. "That's enough. Stand up next to the table for me." Jim got up from his crouching position and walked a few steps to take a position at the foot of the table. The nurse walked to the counter to retrieve her stethoscope again. Jim was once again facing me, but this time he took a more relaxed stance with his arms comfortably at his sides. I guess he had finally given up trying to maintain some level of modesty.

"All right, Mr. Johnson," she said as she approached Jim. "This next part of the examination is designed to evaluate your cardiac health." As she was speaking, she put the stethoscope in her ears and placed the bell of the instrument on Jim's almost-hairless chest. "Just breathe normally, please," she said. She stood there listening to his heart for a few seconds, moving the bell of the instrument to several positions on his chest. At that moment, Jim made eye contact with me and silently shook his head and rolled his eyes. It appeared that he was becoming quite frustrated with this exam. It was quite clear that he couldn't wait for it to end. But I was loving it, and I gave him my best reassuring smile in return. After a few short moments, Nurse Goodell took the stethoscope out of her ears and grabbed Jim's right hand in order to measure his pulse, simultaneously holding his hand and looking at her watch.

After recording the latest results in Jim's chart, the nurse retrieved the wooden stairs that were next to the scale and positioned them in the center of the room. The set of stairs were about three feet wide, and had two stairs with each one being about eight inches tall, the normal height of stairs. The stairs were positioned in the middle of the room so that anyone using them would directly face me. That anyone was presumably my dear husband Jim.

"Now, Mr. Johnson," said the nurse, "I need you to step up and down on these stairs in order to increase your heart rate." She continued her explanation of the test: "I'll stop you after 45 seconds and check your pulse and listen to your heart again. After that, I'll have you continue for another two minutes and check you again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think so," replied Jim.

"Good. Then stand over here and let's get started," she said, pointing to the stairs. Jim walked to the other side of the stairs, once again facing me. I readied Jim's briefs that I had been holding, expecting her order to put them back on prior to the exercise. But those instructions were never given. Was she really going to have him exercise in the nude? Of course, the idea of seeing my husband exercise in the nude didn't bother me. I was actually getting quite excited at the prospect. But what purpose did it serve? It was beginning to appear that my earlier suspicions might have been correct that this nurse was actually enjoying this perhaps as much as I was.

"All right. Then, begin," she ordered as she looked at her watch. Jim took a first, careful step with his left foot, then immediately stepped up to the top step with his right. He then brought his left foot to the top step and was momentarily standing on the top step. He immediately reversed the sequence and was back on the floor. I watched in amazement as he repeated these movements. His arms gracefully swung forward and backward, naturally synchronized with the movement of his legs. The muscles in his firm legs and thighs rippled with each step that he took. And best of all, he was nude. His genitals were not only on display before me, they were in constant motion. Jim always kept his pubic hair neatly trimmed, so it was quite easy to see everything. His penis gracefully swung from side to side. His low-hanging balls seemed to retract a bit and were now held much closer to his body. But they were still loose, and were gently swinging back and forth with each step. During this time, the nurse was standing at his side watching him and also glancing at her watch.

"All right. Stop," she ordered. Jim stood at the bottom of the stairs while she once again checked his pulse and then pressed the stethoscope against his chest. As she was listening, Jim's chest was moving up and down with his breathing. From his chest movements, it was obvious that he was slightly out of breath but he seemed to recover quickly.

"Good. Now continue for two more minutes, and a little faster this time," she ordered. Jim once again began his exercise regime. "Pick up the pace, please, faster," she said after a few seconds. Jim increased his speed even more to comply with her orders. The nurse now walked to my side of the room and stood beside my chair. She looked down at me and smiled. I looked up at her and responded with a warm grin. And then we both turned our attention to my husband, watching the show as my nude husband performed before us. After two short minutes, Nurse Goodell stopped Jim's exercise and once again checked his pulse and listened to his heart. This time, Jim's chest was heaving up and down while he tried to catch his breath. This last two minutes of exercise was obviously much more strenuous than the initial 45 seconds. But Jim recovered quickly and was soon calmly standing at the foot of the wooden stairs.