Chapter 7
When my wife heard the “snap” of the second glove she immediately refocused her attention to the ceiling tiles. As she did so, the young P.A., rolled back in between her open legs. Without explaining what he was about to do, he immediately began his physical inspection. I think my wife was expecting him to warn her before he touched her, as she was clearly startled when his gloved fingers suddenly made contact with her labia. He made no apologies as he reached up and placed his hands on either side of her vagina. Using the index and middle fingers on both hands, he slowly spread her labia apart, fully opening her pink, glistening cavity.
I thought was going to explode!
Her creamy moisture inhabited every vestibule and fold. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect he must have interpreted her abundant wetness as evidence of her arousal. I know I did. And if, as I was beginning to suspect, he was inclined to take full advantage of the situation, then the plentiful presence of her milky lubrication gave him all the reassurance he needed to conclude that she was un-inclined to protest the manner of his technique. In that moment, he undoubtedly knew he had virtual free reign over the sanctity of a woman whose husband was seated only a few feet away.
He continued to hold her wide open in that manner for 15 or 20 seconds as he simply stared into her illuminated, pink void. Between the bright light and the way he was holding her, there was no way for her to hide any secrets. He was seeing everything. There was no way for her to maintain any sense of modesty or disguise her arousal. There was no way for her to hide the abundant moisture that adorned her soft, pink vault and, as he continued to hold her open, it was apparent that, despite the viscous nature of her lubrication, it was steadily spreading to the outer edges of her swollen labia. She was fully on display for this young man and he was in complete control.
Without ever removing his fingers from her outer folds he shifted the pressure of his fingers upwards, downwards and from side to side, in order to open, stretch and explore her vault, exposing her intimate softness. He moved his head slightly to alter his angle of observation while he took in the full view of everything she had to offer. He was definitely enjoying the occasion and he took his time appreciating her every intricacy.
After staring into her gaping cavity for another 10 to 15 seconds, he adjusted the placement of his fingers around the edges of her vagina, so that he was now also employing the use of both his thumbs. This allowed him to continue to hold her wide open, while freeing his index fingers to explore.
Starting at the bottom of her vagina, and without truly penetrating her vestibule, he carefully slid both his index fingers up the inside edges of her labia minora, feeling and separating the delicate tissue and folds and gathering moisture on his finger tips as he went. He softly worked his way up the lining of her vaginal cavity, traveled past her Urethral opening and continuing until he reached her clitoris. Here, he paused and gently peeled back her delicate hood. He stretched her folds taut and studied her engorged clitoris closely for several seconds. He even leaned forward slightly on the stool in order to improve his view, before systematically running the tip of his right index finger gently across her clitoris in one slow…. deliberate…circular…. motion.
His actions evoked a visible tremor in my wife, contracting and releasing the muscles in her lower abdomen. After one clockwise pass around her clitoral hood with his right index finger he made a second counter clockwise pass with his left index finger, spreading the collected evidence of her arousal directly onto her clitoris and peeling back her intimate hood once again. Each time he did it, her painted red toes curled noticeably in the stirrups. She kept her eyes focused on the ceiling, while allowing the young man unprecedented, unadulterated access to her vagina.
After two wet passes over her clitoris he slid his fingers back down the inside edges of her labia. He was careful not to break contact with her delicate pinkness. Again he spread her moisture. I had never before witnessed the exquisite nature of a pelvic exam and this young man’s keen attention to my wife’s intimate details, and his ability to extract her milky lubrication, was pushing me to the brink.
After purposefully teasing her clitoris and wetting it with her own excitement, he shifted the position of his hands yet again. He rotated his left hand clockwise, palm down and, using the index finger and thumb on his left hand, he spread and held her vault open once again. With his right hand, palm up, he placed the tips of his middle and index fingers just inside her vaginal vault, directly underneath her urethra, and spread his fingers wide. When he did so, he fully exposed her urethral opening. He teased it slightly by lifting it gently with his fingertips. He studied it momentarily before rubbing his right thumb across the opening, removing a small amount of her slippery, white mucosa. This technique allowed him to fully visualize the inside of her pink vestibule. I suppose he was satisfied with what he observed as he only held her in that position for a few more seconds. He withdrew his fingers completely from her folds, but he was not yet done.
Using the index finger and thumb on each hand, he next took turns gently squeezing and feeling along the edge of her labia on both sides of her glistening vagina. Starting low in the frenulum of her labia majora he methodically felt her Bartholin glands as he worked his finger and thumb up one side of her labia and then back down again, before switching hands and repeating his journey up and down the other side. As he did this he continued to spread her viscous fluid across her outer lips, leaving her entire swollen cavity glistening in the bright light.
After palpating all around her labia he finally withdrew his fingers. He paused briefly to simply stare at her soaking wet cavity, as if he was trying to remember whether he had forgotten something. His palpation had unmistakably spread her juices to the outer edges of her lips and a small hint of her arousal was now oozing slowly down her perineum and was on the verge of disappearing into the crack of her ass. I suspect he was pleased with what he saw and he was probably congratulating himself on his technique. His head couldn’t have been more than a foot away from her open vault and I’m sure he smelled her sweet aroma.
He rolled back slightly on the stool and then leaned forward as he reached down to the foot of the exam table. Using only the pinky finger on his right hand he pulled open the bottom drawer. He looked inside for a second or two, appearing to be in deep contemplation, before finally reaching in and extracting a large stainless steel speculum. He held it in his right hand, seemingly admiring it momentarily, before pushing the drawer closed with his right foot and rolling himself back up into position. I listened to the unique rattle of the blades and the loose adjustment screws as he advanced the instrument toward my wife’s now salivating cavity.
Chapter 8
Although the nurse was holding a tube of KY jelly, the young man did not bother lubricating the blades. Nor did he bother to warm the speculum. Instead, he simply held it in his right hand, with the closed blades pointed downward at a slight angle. He placed the index and middle finger of his left hand on opposite sides of her lower labia and methodically spread her open yet again. As soon as his fingers had her labia held sufficiently apart, he slipped the concaved tips of the cold steel blades past the tender perimeter of her unguarded vault.
His experienced technique met with little resistance. The well-polished apparatus soon began to disappear under the swollen folds of pink flesh and abundant moisture. With very little effort he eased it deep into her delightful confines as if it were being swallowed. Almost imperceptibly, my wife’s hips rotated and she rose ever so slightly off the table as she accepted the smooth metal structure into her vagina.
Although her movement was slight, he obviously noticed it, and I suspect he interpreted it as yet another sign that she was un-inclined to voice an objection or challenge his authority. After pausing briefly to appreciate her hip movement, he continued to ease the speculum into her as far as it would go, while delicately and steadily rotating it clockwise until the handle was positioned straight up and down.
As he buried the entire length of the curved steel blades inside my wife, I saw her toes curl slowly in the stirrups and watched as she returned the full weight of her torso back onto the table. She had her eyes closed. Her mind was undoubtedly far away from the fluorescent sterility of the room. She was probably hoping her beckoning hip movement had gone unobserved. She was wrong! He and I had both noticed it and he at least appreciated its implications. I wondered what her sensation was and I desperately yearned to know what she was dreaming about. It was obvious to me that she was far from uncomfortable.
After sinking the speculum deep into her vagina, he placed his right thump on the expansion level, partially opening the blades, as he gently pulled the speculum back out toward him. As he expanded and manipulated the blades inside her, he was staring intently into her steel walled cavity. When her pink cervix was fully visible and perched perfectly between the partially opened blades he once again eased the speculum deep into her, until it was buried to the throat and nestled perfectly within her moist confines.
While maintaining a tight grip on the handle he pushed down firmly on the expansion level with his right thumb, opening the blades as far as he thought prudent, stretching her cavity. He spun the retaining nut tight with his left hand, before applying more pressure on the lever, opening the blades even wider than necessary. He spun the retaining nut a couple more rotations until it was snug, locking the blades into a fully expanded position.
I watched my wife’s toes go from curled to fully extended and she audibly exhaled. She lay there, flat on her back, fully compliant, eyes closed. I could see her subconsciously open her mouth as she allowed the young man to stretch and spread her vagina open for his viewing pleasure.
Once the blades were at capacity he slid the aperture adjustment of the speculum upward, stretching my wife’s labia, until her delicate flesh at the mouth of the speculum was noticeably taut. He spun the second retaining nut tight and the medieval intruder was held firm in her flesh.
He finally stopped manipulating and expanding the speculum. She was stretched tight, way past where she needed to be. He slowly released his grip on the instrument allowing it to reside, unmolested, inside my wife’s now fully dilated vagina.
He paused momentarily to appreciate the spectacular nature of the sight before him. My gorgeous wife was flat on her back. Her legs were spread eagled. Her delicate, feminine feet were resting in sturdy metal stirrups, designed to maximize her exposure and facilitate his total access. Her vagina was completely violated. A polished steel tool, designed to hold her open, was buried deep in the humidity of her erotic vault. Her intimate confines were fully revealed, as she allowed her soft, delicious pinkness to be exposed for his personal inspection.
If she had any secrets left, they were on full display and he had a front row seat. He adjusted the examination light slightly so it shined directly down the gaping mouth of the speculum. He paused, peering in at the milky lubrication now covering her cervix, before rolling back on his stool and retrieving a long handled plastic swab from the nurse.
Once again, his movement backward temporarily gave me an unadulterated view. Feet up, toes curled, legs wide apart, a large stainless steel speculum buried deep in her vagina, stretching her to capacity and teasing her emotions as a bright light illuminated the evidence of her arousal to a young stranger. This was the most amazing sight I had ever seen in my life and I nearly blew my load right then!
Within a matter of seconds he rolled back into position between her open legs and carefully slid the long handled swab down between the expanded blades. I noticed my wife’s hips contract slightly as he rotated the swab several times between his gloved fingers. He paused monetarily waiting for her reaction to subside before twisting the swab one last time and then retracting it from her depths. He handed the saturated brush to the nurse as she handed him an odd shaped wooden swab of different configuration. He repeated the process one more time, evoking the same twinge type reaction from my wife.
When he was done with the second swab he again handed it to the nurse. He paused for a few more seconds as he leaned in one final time, only inches from the mouth of the expanded speculum and stared inside her private vault. He took hold of the speculum with his right hand and then loosened the two retaining nuts with his left hand, allowing the speculum to relax its grip on her intimate softness. He was careful, however, not to allow the blades to fully collapse. Instead he maintained the speculum in a largely expanded position while he slowly withdrew it from my wife’s gaping vagina.
Her toes wiggled and I could see her knees slightly contract as he ever so slowly eased the expanded speculum out of her vagina. His face was closer to her gaping wetness than it had been at any time during the exam and he stared intently into her slowly closing cavity as the blades of the speculum painstakingly slid their way outward and her delightful pinkness was allowed to close in behind it.
As the speculum exited her vagina the lower blade brought forth a small wave of moisture that escaped her confines and ran steadily down her perineum. He watched it as it leaked past her lips and disappeared into the crack of her ass. As her cavity slowly closed, I could hear her exhale again and she allowed her legs to close slightly.
Once the creamy, steel speculum was free, he rotated it slightly in his hand, observing her viscous liquid that clung to the blades, before handing it to the nurse. My wife turned her head to the side and watched as the nurse took the saturated instrument and set it in the sink. The nurse then switched off the exam light and swung it out of the young man’s way.
Without a word, he held out the index and middle fingers of his right hand. The nurse squirted a generous amount of lubricating jelly onto his fingers. Given what I had just observed, I’m not sure why he thought the lube was suddenly necessary, but I’m sure he had a deliberate plan. He spread the lube the length of his fingers using his right thumb as he turned back to my wife and rolled himself back into position between her legs. I knew what was coming next and so did everyone else.
Chapter 9
He looked down the table at her as the two of them made eye contact.
“Go ahead and relax your knees again….”
He waited momentarily as she did precisely as instructed. As her knees fell wide apart he brought his two well-lubricated fingers to her swollen lips and smeared a plentiful amount of the cool viscous jelly around her delicate threshold, before sliding the tips of his two fingers into her awaiting vagina. I could see the two of them lock eyes in silent communication as she first felt his glistening gloved fingers on her outer lips and then he slowly eased his two fingers deeper inside her. They maintained eye contact with one another as she accepted his penetration.
I wanted to know what they were silently communicating, but I’m not sure either one of them truly knew what the other was conveying. I was right there, just feet away, but I had not a clue. Had she known what he was truly thinking about, as he penetrated her under the guise of medical necessity, she may have levitated completely off the table and run screaming from the room. But then again, maybe not. Maybe she knew exactly what he was up to and maybe, just maybe, she was enjoying the game as much as he was.
As his two fingers slipped slowly past her entrance and invaded her warm, moist folds of flesh, he rose to his feet and stood commandingly between her splayed legs.
Watching this young man perform a breast exam, and then dilate my wife’s vagina with a speculum, had both clearly toyed with my emotions. But there was something innately different about watching him penetrate her vagina with his fingers, and actually establish a physical presence within her, that was evoking a visceral reaction in my core. He stood over her, as one animal dominates another, while his fingers worked invisibly within.
For several long moments he methodically and steadily manipulated his fingers within her. From her facial expression I could discern that she did not protest his unseen exploration and, as he stood above her, feeling the intricacies of her soft, moist cavity and sliding his fingers still deeper inside, their eyes remained locked.
He rotated his right wrist, palm up, working his fingers to maximum depth. As he continued his erotic exploration, her hips rose slightly again and I could see her allow her knees to separate even wider, as if to allow him greater penetration. Maybe it was more comfortable for her to raise her hips and separated her knees, but from my perspective she was almost beckoning him.
I was stunned. Absolutely floored. My mouth must have been hanging open as I watch him manipulate his fingers inside her and she seemingly rolled out the proverbial red carpet. He did not stop working his way inside her until his hand was pressed firmly against her threshold. Once his fingers had reached capacity, he reached up with his left hand and placed it on her lower abdomen as his lubricated fingers continued their unseen exploration.
He placed his left hand on her abdomen, just above her ornate hairline, and began pressing downward in various places, purportedly feeling her ovaries and uterus.
After deeply palpating her lower abdomen for several more moments, he slowly eased the two sopping fingers on his right hand back outward, until the tips of his fingers were again resting at the entrance of her vagina. Again, he was careful not to break contact with her swollen folds. He moved his left hand from her abdomen and placed it on the inside curvature of her right knee. He was clearly keeping her left leg spread wide and silently signaling that he was not yet finished. The tips of the two fingers on his right hand were hovering at the threshold of her recently violated cavity.
As he maintained eye contact with her and kept pressure on her left knee, he delicately lowered his middle finger, tracing it slowly down her perineum as it slid gently into the indention of her sphincter. His right index finger was still perched at the entrance of her vagina. A viscous white mixture of lubricating jelly and her own arousal hung in the gap between his recently separated fingers. He said nothing, but between the hand on her knee and the gentle circular rotation of his well-lubricated finger at the entrance of her rectum he was communicated everything.
My wife has never tried anal sex and has never allowed me or anyone else to penetrate her ass. Yet there she was, laying spread eagled for a handsome young stranger who was silently broadcasting his intention to interrogate her anus with his gloved finger and she was saying and doing nothing to protest.
“Bear down for me…” he said, as he continued to lock eyes with my wife.
With that, he started to press his middle finger into her tight little anus. As he worked the first knuckle in, her hips rose slightly and she grabbed the sides of the exam table. I could see the blood vessels in her right foot bulge, as she pressed hard into the stirrups. As he worked his middle finger deeper into her rectum, he casually slipped his index finger back into her vagina. Slowly but surely, as they maintained eye contact with one another, she allowed him to penetrate her in a way she had never previously allowed.
As he worked his middle finger deeper into her rectum she actually opened her mouth as if she was trying to catch her breath. She was staring directly at him, trying to keep him in check, as he slowly and inevitably violated her virgin rectum with his finger. I could discern an odd look on her face as he guided his finger even deeper into her ass. It was not all together an unpleasant or untrusting look. It was more akin to excited trepidation.
I was watching intently. However, I momentarily glanced over at the nurse to make sure I was not being too obvious. She was not paying any attention to me. She too was focused on the slow disappearance of the PA’s fingers and the sight of my wife, knees wide, hips lifted, accepting his violation. The nurse was as captivated by the scene as I was and I will never forget the awestruck look on her face. It was as if she had never seen such a thing before.
Maintaining eye contact with the young man, as his two fingers continued to work deeper inside her, violating both her holes simultaneously, must have been a little much for my wife. Ever so slowly, she closed her eyes and allowed a slight sound to escape her lips as her hips rose noticeably higher off the table. She was still grasping the sides of the exam table and his left hand was now cupping the inside of her right knee, holding it steady. Her audible response to his dual violation did not deter him. He continued to push until he had buried his middle finger as far into her anus as it would go.
As he reached the end of his brief journey her toes curled and I could see her open her eyes and sternly look right at him, as if to signal that she had had enough. He was standing over her, his two fingers at maximum depth. He moved his fingers secretly inside her two holes for several long…. protracted seconds. He certainly took his time. At one point he even drew his fingers part way out, before forcing them back inside again, momentarily teasing her into thinking he was done. I suspect she was beginning to wonder how long she was going to have to endure his perverted violation when he finally started to ease his fingers slowly out of her. When his fingers finally reemerged I could see relief on my wife’s face.
The young man sat back down on the rolling stool between her open legs and quickly pulled his gloves off, turning them inside out and tucking one inside the other. He rolled back toward the counter, spun around and stepped on the lever of a covered trashcan as he tossed in the soiled gloves. He rolled back in between my wife’s legs but did not pull the drape down or tell her she could take her feet out of the stirrups until he had paused for an uncomfortable few seconds.
“You can go ahead and sit up.”
He sat there on the stool and waited as she lifted her feet out of the stirrups and slowly raised herself up to a seated position. The gown was still gathered at her waist, but she made no effort to cover herself with it.
“That wasn’t so bad was it…?” He asked.
“No…it was OK…” Was all she could say.
“Well everything looks great. I think you’re in fine shape. We should have your pap smear results back in about two weeks. The nurse will call you if there are any irregularities. I did notice, however, you have a little redness, similar to heat rash on the skin around your vagina. It may be caused by the particular type of fabric in your underwear. What kind of panties do you wear?”
“They’re just regular panties.” My wife said looking over in my direction and pointing toward the chair.
I turned in my seat and pulled her rolled up panties from under her clothes as the young man wheeled over slightly in my direction and reach out his hand. I handed over my wife’s panties. He rolled back closer to my wife as she sat on the exam table watching him unroll the thin, white, polyester fabric.
Of all the days events this was clearly the icing on the cake. Not only did he get to examine and probe every square inch of her naked body, he was now closely examining her lingerie. He took a moment to unroll them before running his fingers across the thin white fabric. I could tell my wife was super embarrassed that this your man was inspecting her underwear. He even turned them inside out as he examined the small patch of cotton sewn in the crotch.
“Nothing wrong with those.” He said and he handed them to her.
She took hold of them and tried to bury them in her grip, like a magician hiding a coin.
“You might want to consider changing your laundry detergent, as an experiment. Sometimes the different soaps can irritate the skin.”
“Do you have any questions?” He asked her.
“Not really…” She said
Be sure to stop by the lab on your way out and they will draw your blood.”
He stood up from the stool and smiled at my wife as she sat there holding her panties.
“It was a pleasure meeting you.” He extended his hand.
“Yah…nice to meet you too.” My wife said, smiling at him and shaking his hand.
With that he turned to me and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you too, Sir.” He said.
I shook his hand as he smiled at me. Then he turned and walked out of the exam room with the nurse, closing the door behind them.
My wife did not immediately climb down off the exam table. Instead she pulled the paper drape off her lap and crumpled it up behind her on the table. While still seated on the exam table , she oriented her panties and quickly slipped her feet in them. Once they were above her knees she hopped off the table and quickly pulled them up under the gown. I had fully expected her to wipe off all the moisture in her crotch before getting dressed, but she did not both and I did not dare ask why.
She pulled the gown off her shoulders and tossed it back on the exam table before walking to the chair. She went straight for her bra. She put it on backwards, secured the clasps at her waist before spinning it around, sliding her arms in the loops and lifting the lace fabric up her chest.
As she was getting dressed I stood up and pretended to stretch my legs as I made my way closer to the exam table. She was pulling on her skirt and blouse as I surreptitiously moved the gown in order to observe what I believed would be a wet spot on the exam paper. It was there, and was every bit the size of a drink coaster. I covered it back up quickly before I was discovered and sauntered over near the counter. I peered into the sink. There was the speculum, lying on its side, still covered in white viscous liquid.
As I picked it up out of the stainless steel sink it made a rattling sound. I looked back at my wife as I held it in my hand, admiring it. She was now seated in a chair and was busy getting her heals on. She looked up at me and joking said, “We should get one of those one day…”
After a brief pause, I worked up the courage and said, “Let’s just take this one…”
She did not respond, but as she stood up and grabbed her purse she held it toward me opening the handles wide. I walked over and set the slimy speculum inside her purse as she winked at me. She zipped up her purse and put it over her shoulder. As we walked out of the exam room she was in front of me. She was making her way down the hall to the lab to have her blood drawn. I paused at the door and looked back one last time to take in the scene. I wanted a final look at the room where so much had transpired.
Prologue
After she had her blood drawn, we skipped lunch and went straight home. We were both horny as hell and we fucked like rabbits for several hours. I not only got to try out my new toy, got to tease her ass with my finger! Rectal stimulation has by no means become an ordinary event in our sexual relationship, but when she’s really horny, she loves it when I penetrate both her holes at the same time…
Thank you Chad!