Chapter 16: A card to remember

Kavitha, still fully dressed in her sari, sat nervously on the exam table, looking once around the room at everybody and then at Jamal. Jamal just quietly stared at her, not saying a word. After a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kavitha finally asked, “Jamal, am I supposed to be doing something right now?”

“Not yet. Your breathing rate was very high, and I was just waiting for it to come down. Just take some slow, deep breaths and try to relax.”

“Ok. It’s better now. We will start with the breast exam. But first, I want to ask you about breast self-exams. Do you know what they are and why they are important?” Jamal asked.

“I have seen people talking about them on health shows on TV. They say that by doing these self-exams, you can catch cancer early and save your life.” replied my wife.

“Very good. I am glad you know how important they are. How often do you do them?” Jamal followed up.

“I haven’t ever done one.” she answered. “I just don’t know how” she offered as an excuse with a guilty look on her face.

“Kavitha, you shouldn’t neglect your health like that!” Jamal admonished her with a frown. He then went over to his bag and pulled out one of those breast self-exam shower cards. “Let’s go upstairs to the master bedroom, since that is where you will be doing these exams in the future. There we will go over the card together so you will know how to do them correctly. After going over the card, we will hang it on your shower, so you always have a reminder and won’t forget.”

I think he made Kavitha feel guilty about neglecting her health while at the same time worrying that she might be missing something. She just said “Ok” and got up from the table. Holding the shower card in his left hand, Jamal walked beside Kavitha to the stairs. They went up the stairs together and into the master bedroom while we all watched in stunned silence. Jamal left the master bedroom door open, but the angle was such that we couldn’t see inside from where we were. We heard them talking but could not make out the actual words.

About 10 minutes later they came out. I noted with relief that my wife was still fully dressed in her sari. The whole time they had been up there, I had been worried that he would have my wife get topless to practice the self exam. It just didn’t feel right to have my wife exposing her breasts to another man in our master bedroom!

My worry seemed silly now. It seemed like he had just had her practice over her clothes.

As Jamal and Kavitha walked down the stairs, I noticed something in his left hand and thought that maybe he forgot to leave the shower card upstairs.

As they got further down the stairs and closer to us, I saw that I had been mistaken. It was not the shower card in his left hand. It was Kavitha’s blouse! As they came down into the living room, I saw that I was wrong about my wife still being fully dressed. She was topless except for the end of the sari draped over her bare chest! Looking closely, I could see her naked breasts jiggling under the light cloth of her sari as she walked. Jamal had her sit once again on the exam table.

“Ok Kavitha, now that you have done your first breast self exam with me observing, do you feel comfortable doing them on your own from now on? And will you promise me to do them every month like you are supposed to?”

My wife nodded and simply said, “Yes.”

My thoughts were in a jumble. I began to feel an illogical anger and jealousy. My wife had exposed her breasts to another man in our bedroom! Without me there! I felt like she had betrayed me. My jaw clenched in anger as I imagined Kavitha pulling the sari from off her shoulder, undoing the hooks on her blouse, and exposing her completely naked breasts to Jamal. From the health shows on TV, I had some idea of what a breast self exam involved. In my mind’s eye, I could see them both looking at Kavitha’s breasts in the mirror. I could see her lie down on our bed and touch her breasts as Jamal watched! I imagined him telling my wife to press harder and not to miss any spots!

Thankfully, before I said or did anything stupid, I had an attack of common sense.

“Kavitha is doing this because she loves me!”

I know how shy and modest my wife is. This whole experience would be very unpleasant to her. She could even now decide that she did not want to go to through with this and call off everything and return home to India. I might get in trouble for perjury, but she would be safe in India. Kavitha was smart, charming, and beautiful and her family was well-off. She would have no trouble getting along without me.

Yet, she is choosing to go through with this, so she can get her visa to stay here with me! And here I am thinking only about my feelings! I felt ashamed for being such a selfish jerk! I vowed to put aside any feelings of jealousy and just be as supportive as possible.

As I snapped out of my reverie, I noticed that Jamal was speaking again.

“Good. With the self-exam out of the way, it’s time to do a clinical exam.”

Chapter 17: Looking, touching

Jamal continued, “It’s like what we had you do upstairs, except it is the doctor that does it. Let’s see how good you were paying attention. What’s the first step in examining your breasts?”

“Looking.” replied by wife.

“Very good,” answered Jamal. “Now go ahead and take down the end of your sari from your shoulder and put it in your lap.”

Jamal had seen my wife’s naked breasts upstairs. He was about to share the view!

I saw my wife’s right hand slowly go towards the end of the sari on her left shoulder. She took the end and slowly brought it down. As she did, more and more of her breasts came into view. She continued to bring the end of her sari down until it was barely covering her nipples. Then, just before she revealed her nipples, a look of shy hesitation came across her face. She paused and looked around as if waiting for some reprieve. Everybody just stared at her even more intently and Jamal signaled with his hand for her to keep going. Seeing that there was no way out of this, she continued and placed the end of the sari in her lap. She was now completely topless!

I had seen Kavitha’s breasts many times, but never with an audience! As if reacting to her exposure, her nipples began to harden and elongate, and her dark brown areolas became crinkly. I looked over at Robert and Jorge. They were both blatantly staring with wide eyes. Robert had his mouth open, and I could make out a sliver of saliva on the side of his mouth. He was literally drooling over my wife’s breasts!

I was hit with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I felt protectiveness towards by wife. I wanted to kick everyone out of our home and end all this. Yet at the same time, there was a feeling of lust and pride that my wife had such a sexy body and a perverse desire for the other guys to see it. I suppose it was my brain trying to make a virtue of necessity. Whether I wanted them to see my wife’s breasts or not, they were seeing them anyway.

Jamal looked intently at her breasts for a about a minute. “Ok, looking healthy and normal so far. Now clasp your hands behind your head”. Kavitha, brought her hands from her lap, and raised them up to her head and clasped them together behind her head as instructed. However, while doing this, she had unconsciously bent her head down and her elbows pointed straight in front of her, somewhat obscuring her breasts.

“Kavitha, I need you to have your head up looking straight ahead, and I need your elbows all the way out to the side.”

Kavitha complied. The new position drew even more attention to her breasts. This position pulled her breasts upwards and thrust them towards us. It looked like she was offering them to Jamal.

Jamal looked at her intently. His eyes slowly traversed every inch of her exposed breasts, lingering on each nipple. He then told her to twist her body to her left and then her right, making sure he, as well as the rest of us, had a view from the side as well.

During this time, Kavitha had closed her eyes. Jamal quietly got up from the stool and walked over to the table and placed his hand on her bare back. Sensing his touch, Kavitha’s eyes went wide open.

“Now it’s time for the second part of the breast exam. Can you tell me what that is, Kavitha?”

“Touching.” My wife quietly answered.

“Correct. Now lie back.” He helped her lie back until she was flat on the table. “I am going to start by feeling the lymph nodes in your axilla”, he said. He then took her right arm which was next to him and pulled it up and placed it above her head on the table.

Then Jamal took his hand, placed it in her armpit, and began feeling with his fingers. I could have told him what would happen next. Kavitha is super ticklish in her armpits. She squealed and giggled and tried to pull that arm down. The giggling and movement made her breasts jiggle and bobble in the sexiest way imaginable. There was no doubt that my wife’s breasts were 100% natural! Jamal used one hand to hold my wife’s arm out of the way while he finished his exam. He then went to the other side and did the same with her left armpit with my wife’s breasts wobbling sexily the whole time from her giggling.

“Everything feels healthy. Now it’s time to check the actual breast tissue.”

He then took his hand and placed it at the top of Kavitha’s left breast. When Jamal’s fingers encountered her breast, my wife blushed and closed her eyes tightly. Jamal started at the top of her left breast and worked his way down in strips, as if he was mowing a lawn. Down, up, down, up, down, up went his long black fingers as he systematically felt every single square inch of her breast. After he finished the left breast, we got to see an encore as he went to the right breast and repeated the whole thing.

Looking at Dr. Bill he summarized, “I didn’t feel an lumps or masses. But seeing as you are a real trained doctor, I want you to tell me if I missed anything.”

Dr. Bill then came up and repeated the exam. “You actually have very good technique Jamal, and you did it just like the textbooks say you should. Many doctors aren’t as systematic and thorough as you were.” he commended him. As he finished up, he said, “Jamal is right, no masses or lumps. Everything is normal.”

Kavitha, who had had her eyes tightly closed in embarrassment while Jamal and Dr. Bill were touching her breasts, opened them up again. Jamal came and helped my wife to sit up. He then went and stood directly in front of her. “We just need to check for any nipple discharge.” With that he reached out and took both her nipples in his hands. Kavitha turned bright red at his touch and began to close her eyes.

“Kavitha, open your eyes and look at me! I need to see your reaction to make sure everything is normal, and you are not having any discomfort.” Kavitha reluctantly opened her eyes and looked straight at Jamal.

I knew why Kavitha had turned red and tried to close her eyes. She has extremely sensitive nipples and when we have sex, one of her favorite parts is me playing with her nipples. Jamal was about to demonstrate how sensitive.

Staring into her eyes, Jamal gently caressed and rolled her nipples between his fingers. We all watched mesmerized as her nipples became more and more erect and hard in his fingers. I looked at Kavitha’s face as her eyes became glazed. A pink flush started up over her breasts and spread to her neck. I could see her biting her lower lip as Jamal kept up the stimulation of her nipples.