Hi, I've just found this group and notice my true life experiences of a "Tight Foreskin" have been posted here.
I wrote that about 10 years ago for another group that was going at the time.
This story is also true and probably explains my liking for Med Fet and CFNM scenarios...
A few years ago my wife developed a vaginal infection and went to see her local doctor; I drove her to the surgery and waited in the car. After about 30 minutes she re-appeared, but instead of getting back into the car, came over and said the doctor now wanted to see me.
She explained that the doctor had examined her and diagnosed a form of fungal infection, which would require a course of tablets to clear, however, they needed to check that I wasn’t also infected to ensure that I didn’t just re-infect her. The doctor had suggested that I was examined as soon as possible, but my wife then told her I was in the car, so she could see me now if she wished. So, I’m now walking into the examination room with my wife, who introduces me to her female doctor. I had by now realised that I was going to be examined by a lady doctor, but what actually happened I could never have expected.
The doctor explained what was wrong with my wife and that she needed to examine me to ensure I wasn’t carrying the disease. She then asked me to remove my trousers and boxer shorts. This was the first shock as my wife was still in the room, sitting next to the examination bench, to the side of the doctors desk. I had expected her to leave after she introduced me, but she seemed quite settled and keen to watch (as I later found out). As the doctor also seemed to ignore the fact my wife was there, I duly removed my trousers and underwear and stood in front of the doctors desk. She asked me to move round to the side so she could examine me, which I did. Almost immediately she commented on the slightly visible stitch marks I still had following a circumcision operation a few years before - she thought that these could harbour the infection and so would need closer inspection.
I was told to get onto the examination bench and lie on my back; the doctor then came over, shuffled me to the bottom of the bench and placed my knees in the stirrups. I was now lying there, my legs in the air and about as far apart as they could go, in front of my wife and a female doctor! The doctor then started to examine my penis, especially around the glans, and even more closely around the old stitch marks. She asked about the operation, whether it still caused me any discomfort (which it did sometimes on hot days) etc. By now my wife was also taking a very keen interest, not only watching the whole thing in great detail, but also asking the doctor questions - Did she think that the stitch marks were a problem? Should I have been examined more frequently? The question and answer session continued throughout the examination - which concluded after about 15 minutes with the doctor taking some samples from inside the stitch marks for analysis. This was actually quite painful, as she used a type of needle and was pulling me about quite a lot. My wife, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying watching me being humiliated - especially having the samples taken and answering intimate questions in front of her. She was enjoying the fact that I was on full display (woman never think that men also have to have intimate examinations).
The doctor finished by saying she thought that I had a cyst forming where the scar tissue and stitch marks were on the underside of my glans and, if this were the case, it would need to be removed. As I would need to come back in two days to get the result of the tests, she could perform a more detailed examination, if I wished. My wife immediately answered that I did!
The next two days were bad enough with my wife continuing to comment and joke about the way in which I was examined - she also related the whole story to a couple of her friends, who found it equally amusing - But I was dreading the next examination as I knew my wife would want to be there again.
The day of the second visit finally came and, sure enough, my wife insisted on accompanying me to see the doctor - on the pretext that she needed to know the outcome of the tests!
Well, the tests proved that I was not carrying the infection - That was at least some good news!
The doctor then asked if I still wanted to be re-examined; I replied that I did - If I did have a cyst it would explain the occasional discomfort and I may as well have it removed sooner than later. She then explained that she would need to perform a slightly more intimate examination than before, including taking some samples which would require the nurse to be present. I could see my wife was enjoying this more and more by the second!
While I was undressing and getting onto the bench, the doctor called the nurse in. I was once again positioned with my knees in the stirrups and everything on display - this time to three people! The doctor then started to examine my glans in detail, asking the nurse to hold my penis still as she did so. By now my wife was chatting to the pair of them and discussing the whole procedure - knowing that it was just embarrassing me more! After about 10 minutes, the doctor announced that she was pretty sure that I had a cyst but she needed me to be erect to be 100% positive. She proceeded to press at the bottom of my penis a couple of times and I could feel myself becoming hard - and getting very embarrassed. Before long I was fully erect and the nurse was holding my penis in a vertical position for the doctor to examine. This lasted for about 5 minutes, which was long enough, as it is very painful having an erection pulled back in that fashion.
The doctor said that she was nearly finished, but she just needed to examine my prostate and take a sample for analysis. She then inserted a long thin steel rod down inside my erect penis and asked the nurse to keep holding me and also keep the rod in place. The doctor then inserted a finger and started to feel my prostate - she announced that all felt OK, but she needed to massage it a little to ensure that she got a good sample onto the rod. I could feel that I was getting very aroused and started to fear that I was going to ejaculate in full view of everyone - something that would have no doubt pleased my wife, but just made me even more humiliated.
Just as I could feel my penis starting to throb, and knowing that the nurse would be feeling the same, the doctor stopped. She reached over and removed the rod slowly, checking that it contained a sample of my cum - it did.
Well, that’s about it. I underwent an operation to remove the cyst and all has been OK since - at least on the medical front. My wife told her closest friends the whole story in full graphic details - especially how she had sat there watching me being examined erect. They all seemed to get the same thrill out of knowing that I had been very intimately examined and, in front of my own wife. At my wife’s insistence, I even showed them all my bruises and stitches that followed the operation - this seemed to get me more sympathy than mocking. But I’m still reminded of the whole event from time to time - It was certainly my most humiliating experience … Well, at least to date!