by Tgroggs@hotmail.com

My shocking introduction to the wonderful world of gynecological fetish came from an unexpected source.

The story begins two years ago, just months after I married Elaine, a 5-foot-4, 110- pound dark-haired Italian beauty with big brown eyes and an olive-skin complexion. She has average-sized breasts with sexy dark nipples, gorgeous legs and a silky smooth patch of dark pubic hair over a nice, light pink and often-times wet pussy.

We met in college, when she was a junior studying for a career in nursing and I was a senior finance major. Because of her strict Catholic upbringing, she refused to have intercourse before marriage, telling me she was a virgin and intended to stay that way until her wedding night. We wed shortly after she graduated. She was 23. She told me her sexual experience was limited -- she'd been finger-fucked by a few guys in high school and college and gave a few blowjobs. So during our honeymoon I felt real special and lucky knowing I was the only man who ever shoved his cock in her nice, tight twat.

Shortly after we were married, however, I realized she wasn't quite as innocent as I was led to believe. The discovery came by accident one cool autumn afternoon when I was helping her mother move out of their old house while Elaine was at work. Elaine is an only-child who was raised by her mother after her father died when she was 12. Her mother worked two jobs to make ends meet and had to scrimp and save and rely on much financial aid to put her daughter through college.

While cleaning out some junk in the attic I stumbled upon a box with some of her school textbooks and papers. Buried at the bottom I found a videocassette in a plain white cardboard sleeve. It had just one marking: "Doctor's Orders, vol. 12.'' The first thing that crossed my mind was that it was related to one of her classes, perhaps some sort of training video. I figured I'd take the whole box home for her rather than pitch it.

When I returned to our apartment, Elaine wasn't due home for a few hours. I suddenly became curious about that tape and decided to pop it into the VCR. Two years later, I'm still not quite sure if that was a huge mistake or a brilliant idea.

The tape started with a shot of what appeared to be a doctor's office. There was a plant in the corner, a medical chart on the wall and some type of examination table in the middle. Nothing else. No cupboards, no jars filled with tongue depressors, cotton balls, band-aids, etc., no stools or seats.

Within 10 seconds a good-looking blonde girl in a short summer dress with a flowery print, probably about 19 or 20, walked in and stood next to the table, seemingly unsure of what to do next. I didn't immediately recognize her, but then it dawned on me. It was Kim, a fellow nursing student Elaine sometimes studied with during college, but not a particularly close friend. The camera zoomed in on her cute face as she forced a smile and then scanned down her body, going over her shapely legs and focusing on her open-toed high heels. My curiosity was piqued.

Then a man's voice told her "You can undress, miss, the doctor will be in shortly to see you.''

I couldn't believe it. Was this beautiful babe going to get naked in front of the camera? My cock was getting hard. I wondered why this tape was included among my wife's books, but I wasn't complaining. I had met Kim only a few times but, being the horny bastard I am, often undressed her in my mind. Now I was going to see her nude!

Kim seemed to blush as she turned her back to the camera, stepped out of her heels, setting them to the side, and reached behind to unzip her dress. She easily slipped out of it, revealing a lacy white bra and teal panties. She unhooked and removed the bra and then slid off the panties, showing a nice, firm milky white ass. When she turned around I caught a brief glimpse of what looked like a set of size C tits with big pink nipples and a hairless pussy before she quickly moved her right arm across her chest and her left hand in front of her quim.

Then a tall, somewhat heavyset geeky looking man in a long white coat walked into the room and cut in front of her. Holding a Manila folder in one hand, he extended his other hand to Kim and introduced himself as "Doctor so and so.'' She smiled and shook his hand, once again revealing her nice knockers.

By this time, I was hard as a rock, and the best part was still to come.

He instructed her to hop up on the table. She took a seat, pressing her legs together, so we couldn't get a good look down below. But with her hands holding the edges of the table we were treated to a great view of her titties. So was the doc, a balding guy with horn-rimmed glasses who looked to be in his late 40s. I still couldn't figure out if this was a legitimate physician conducting some kind of training video for med students or some pervert getting his rocks off. The fact that his "patient'' was completely naked led me to suspect the latter.

The weirdo announced he would start with the breast exam and began rubbing and feeling around each tit, gently squeezing her nipples in the process as the camera zoomed in on her chest. He repeated the procedure with her lying down and folding each arm under her head. He then used a stethoscope to listen to her heartbeat and felt around her abdomen, acting in a professional matter each step of the way.

Dr. Strangelove then told her it was time for the "pelvic exam.'' I was 24 at the time and had heard that expression but didn't really know what exactly this procedure entailed. I was about to find out.

He raised the back portion of the table and reached underneath it to extend what I later learned to be stirrups, telling the girl to place her feet there and lie back.

Bingo! She spread her legs, revealing a nicely shaven slit with juicy pink folds and a tight brown rectum. The doc put on a white glove and reached between her legs and parted her pussy lips, revealing her inner folds as the camera zoomed in. He exposed her piss hole and then her clitoris. He even rubbed her clit for a bit with his index finger. I pulled out my cock and began gently carressing the head with my left hand.

The good doctor squeezed a tube of lubricant onto the fingers of his right hand and buried it between her legs, rubbing lube all over her pussy, inside and out. Next, he took what looked like a shoe horn and shoved it into her cunt, spreading it wide and looking closely inside. Then he inserted a bizarre-looking metallic device into her twat (I would later learn of this wonderful invention called a speculum). He withdrew it after a few minutes, by which time Kim seemed to be breathing pretty heavily. Then the guy buried his index finger into her pussy and his middle finger into her asshole at the same time.

That was it for me, as I shot a massive load into some folded-up tissues.

As my cock softened, the "doctor'' finished his "exam'' by using some wipes to clean the lube off her pussy and bung hole. He infomed her everything checked out, said good- bye and left the room. She started to get dressed.

Wow! What a great fucking tape, I thought. I should stash it and not let Elaine know I discovered it, I thought.

But there was more, much to my surprise. The screen faded to black and then returned to the shot of the exam room. And this time my wife walked in! Except she was a couple of years younger -- I was guessing 18 or 19 -- a year or two before we met. I sat there on the sofa, my pants around my ankles, spooge-soaked tissues in one hand, my limp dick in the other and my jaw on the floor.

My world was rocked. My head was spinning. Is this really happening? Is she about to undergo the same procedure as that hot blonde, Kim? She's not really going to let that greasy slimeball explore her intimate parts, and have it taped, no less, for anyone to see? No, she wouldn't do such a thing! Of course, I knew the answers to those questions. I was just hoping I would wake-up and realize it was all a weird wet dream.

Unfortunately, I would later discover Elaine's exam was somewhat more comprehensive than Kim's.

The woman I love was standing there in a red top and tight cutoff jean shorts that revealed her tanned legs. Once again, that off-camera voice, which I assumed was that of the cameraman's, instructed her to undress for the doctor.

My heart was in my throat as I watched the girl who would be my wife remove her top, kick off her sneakers and pull down her shorts, leaving her in a white bra, panties and socks. The socks stayed on, the bra and panties were shed. My heart was pounding as I (and the dickhead working the camera and anyone else who saw the tape) looked at her perky tits and neatly trimmed muff. Unlike the blonde, Elaine didn't bother trying to cover herself before the perverted inspection of her body would begin, allowing the camera to get good close-ups of her breasts (the nipples looked hard!) and pubic mound.

Once again, the doctor walked in. He had this routine down pat, taking the same steps, holding the chart, extending his hand, introducing himself. I couldn't believe that my sweet, innocent Elaine actually flashed her beautiful smile, as if she were attending a job interview.

She sat on the table, legs slightly separated, unlike the last patient, which afforded lucky viewers a glimpse of her narrow pink slit. I gnashed my teeth as the old fucker began massaging her tits, as if this were a proper examination. It took only minutes but seemed to last for hours.

Soon came the part I was really dreading. He helped place her feet in the stirrups, removing her socks in the process, as she assumed the position that dozens of other beauties before and after her probably took for this lucky play doctor. There was my future wife, in all her glory, her unfucked pussy exposed for all to see.

The jag-off didn't waste any time. The procedure was the same. I felt something in the pit of my stomach when he parted her pussy lips, exposing a hymen I never encountered on our wedding night. He even commented on it. "It appears we'll be examining a virgin today, though the presence or absence of the hymen membrane is not an absolute indication of virginity.'' I experienced a weird feeling in my loins as he exposed her inner lips, revealed her clit and rubbed her urethra. I hated seeing it, but felt compelled to watch. And my cock was getting hard again.

I couldn't help it. I had to begin stroking myself as I watched this guy go through the whole exam process with my girl. I wondered what she was thinking when he inserted the speculum between her lovely folds and left it there for a minute while he stepped back to seemingly admire his work. I wondered who was working the camera, whether he was getting off watching my girl (how could he not?) and whether there was anyone else in the room.

Elaine's exam, however, didn't end after Doctor Feelgood simultaneously dipped his digits into her cunt and bung-hole like he did with Kim.

The screen faded. When it returned, Elaine was on top of the table on all fours, her ass pointing at the camera. The good doctor stood to the side, holding what appeared to be a big black dildo attached to a cord that was hooked up to a monitor. Once again I was shocked as he inserted this tool into her twat. The cock-sucker could have won an Academy Award for the serious, professional manner he was conducting this perverse exploration of Elaine's body. Elaine was clearly uncomfortable as the phallus penetrated her folds, bucking her head all about and occasionally looking behind to try to see what was going on. He moved the big dong all around, no doubt stretching her hymen in the process. This probably explained why she felt no pain and I had no difficulty penetrating her on our wedding night. Finally, it was over. Elaine was relieved and the next scene showed her spread-eagled, back in the stirrups.

Holding what looked like a douche bottle, he spread her labia, inserted the nozzle and squeezed the bulb a few times. After he withdrew it, we were treated to a close-up shot of water squirting out of Elaine's pussy. At that point, another load of jizz, albeit smaller than the first, squrited out of my seven inch-long dick.

He cleaned up her cunt (that was awfully thoughtful of him), but her love hole wasn't done being probed. The next shot was a close-up of Elaine's pussy as a different hand, clearly that of the cameraman, went to town, feeling and fingering her up real good. The bastard was holding the camera was his left hand and inspecting my girl's goodies with his right. Actually, this was not another pretend exam but simply a thorough finger- fucking. It was odd that he elected to tape it instead of putting the camera down. He made Elaine come in the stirrups, an orgasmic reaction with which I was quite familiar.

For some reason, I was more bothered by this occurrence than the doc's exam. Maybe because there wasn't even a pretense of a medical procedure. And because I never saw who was fingering her.

That was the end of the most unforgettable video I'll ever witness.

I quickly hid the books and the tape before Elaine came home. To this day I've never confronted her about it. She doesn't know I'm aware of it and I'm sure she would be extremely embarrassed, if not devasted, to learn that I've seen it. Truth be told, I wore out the VCR watching it over and over again. Each time I seem to see or hear something different.

I discovered this play doc's web site that sells tapes of fake gynecological exams. He must have about 50 of them, including Volume 12 with Elaine and Kim. I wonder how many men have purchased that particular tape. How many dozens (hundreds?) now have intimate knowledge of my girl's body. How many have jacked off while watching some fuckhead explore her genitalia.

I believe she did the tape to earn some extra cash in college, though I'll probably never know the whole story behind it. I wonder if she did any other videos or posed for nude photos. Did any other lucky slimeballs take advantage of this financially strapped college girl?

As time passed, I realized I couldn't blame her, considering some of the wild things I had done before we met. But it still gives me a sinking feeling in my heart knowing that her indiscretions were recorded for any and all to see.