Phony Doctor Examined My Wife?
As I look at the various erotic groups here, I see a lot of men who would love to have their wives/girlfriends exposed to or touched by others, and alot of women who love being exposed or touched by someone other than their husband/boyfriend. It also seems that for many, the excuse of an accident or a game or something of that sort helps the ladies feel okay showing their charms, and entertains the men at the same time. The deception might be on the woman's part, pretending not to know she is giving men and erotic view. Or it might be on the man's part, not letting the woman know how much is showing. So. I've created this group for those interested in exposing women's charms using some sort of deception, and for those women who loved to be exposed in that "innocent" way.
I will start the stories with one I wrote. It is not a "true" story in the sense that some postings here are, but somehow I think the events aren't all that unusual, and might be true in alot of ways in alot of doctor's offices.
Before reading, please understand that in this story, a lovely woman gets taken advantage of to some degree. If you do not wish to read such stories. Please do not continue.
Phony Doctor Examined My Wife?
My wife Dianne is the kind guys notice, but she's basically shy and tries to ignore the admiring glances she gets. She'd certainly never show anything on purpose, and definitely avoids "accidents". She wears skirts a lot, but herknees are always properly together and she's careful about getting in and out of cars, bending over, and that kind of thing.
Even though I'd had a thought or two about whether it would be a turn-on for me if someone else saw more than they should, I'd never even thought about it really happening until it all fell in my lap a while ago.
She applied for a job at a large company, got through the first interviews, and then was told she needed to give her medical history to the company's in-house medical office. They set up an appointment for her on a Thursday, but then she got a call changing the appointment to early Wednesday morning. We didn't think anything about it at the time, but later that change fit in with my other suspicions. Of course, I'm the only one that's wondering about what really happened that day. She either didn't notice anything or, and this is my guess, her shyness wouldn't let her even think about the chance that everything wasn't on the up and up.
I drove her to the appointment that morning, and walked with her to find the medical office. Compared to the rest of the buildings this company owns, the building she was told to go to was in a quiet location out of the main traffic flow. We didn't see more than one or two other people the whole timewe were there. The medical office was small, with only a few chairs in the waiting room.
There wasn't anyone at the front desk when we arrived, and it took a few minutes before we heard someone coming from the back area. It was a guy maybe in his forties, and when he came in, he looked at both of us with what I thought was a little surprise. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt, with what looked like three or four white lab coats hanging over his arm.
He asked if he could help us, and we told him we were there for Dianne's medical report. He went over to the front desk, looked at a calendar there, and asked for Dianne's name. She gave it to him and I added that this was a changed appointment from the one that was scheduled for the next day. That seemed to help him out. He flipped through some pages and then said something like, oh right, I see what you mean. Then he apologized for no one being there when we came in because the nurse on duty that day was ill. He asked us to wait a moment, and went back through the door to the examining room.
He was in there for quite a while, but when he came back out, he had one of the lab coats on and introduced himself as the doctor on duty. He joked about his bad luck pulling duty on Wednesday when all of his friends were out playing golf, and then invited Dianne to step back into the examining room. I told her I'd wait for her, and she followed him back. Once the door was closed, I began to run all of this through my head: The change in appointment time, the surprise he seemed to show, the change he made putting on his "doctor suit". It wasn't enough to make a big deal out of, but still I was kind of tense about it all.
I looked around the room for a magazine or something to read, and that's when I spotted the little sliding door they use to pass specimens in and out. I could see from where I was that it wasn't completely closed. Whoever used it last had shut it too fast, and it went down crooked. It didn't take me long to decide I should try to check out things in the other room if I could. I went over to it, pulled a chair up, and sat down with my head level at the crack that was open. It was perfect, I was able to see right into the examining room. There was Dianne sitting on the exam table, with him sitting on one of those short rolling stools in front of her.
He was telling her that the nurse normally took blood pressure, height and weight, but since she was ill, Dianne could drop in after her final interview and have it done then. He had a clipboard with a long form on it and he began asking questions from the form. It was all the standard medical history stuff, and each time she answered he'd write something and then ask her the next question. It took quite a while for him to get through the whole form.
I probably would have stopped watching, but something about the way she was sitting on the end of that table kind of kept my attention. She was dressed casually that day, no heels or hose, since this wasn't really supposed to be a part of the job interview. It was a blouse, skirt and sandals, which was one of her cool summer outfits. Her feet were on an adjustable footrest he'd pulled out for her, and it was high enough to lift her knees right up to his eye level. Her skirt covered her knees, and she had her hands clasped together in front of them, but that didn't take care of the way her skirt gapped under her legs. I could see a lot of the underside of her thighs from where I was, and I knew he had an even better view if he wanted it.
That was the first time I ever knew anything about how I'd react to someone sneaking a peek at Dianne. I'd read about that kind of thing and I always wondered if I'd be pissed off or jealous or what. Sure, I had some of those feelings, but it was also kind of a turn-on, probably the same way it was for guys I'd read about.
Anyhow, it didn't take long for my little turn-on to get tested even more. When he finished taking her history, he got up from the stool, put the clipboard on a counter top and said something to her about finishing the exam. I couldn't hear it all, but I know Dianne hadn't been told they'd be doing anything more than take down her history, and that's probably what she said to him. He started talking about paperwork screw-ups and that it was a simple exam and wouldn't take long. The whole time he was talking, his voice
had a kind of tone that seemed professional, but a little bit bored, as though all he wanted to do was finish up and head for the golf course.
Knowing Dianne, that's probably what convinced her to relax and go along with the change in plans. He walked back to her with a little rubber hammer in his hand, sat down on the stool and told her he needed to test her reflexes. He asked her to take her feet off the foot rest and scoot forward so her legs would dangle. Of course, when she did it, her skirt rode up on her legs. He didn't seem to pay any attention, and began tapping on her right knee with the hammer. I could see her pulling a little bit at her skirt, but she couldn't get it back over her knees without being obvious, and I knew she wouldn't do that. I'm sure she was telling herself not to be an idiot, and that he was a doctor, and she should just cooperate.
Talk about a set up! Maybe he was a doctor, but if he wasn't, he gave himself the best peep show a guy could ever hope for. After he tapped her knee a couple of times, he told her he wasn't getting the reaction he should. He told her she needed to flex her knee more, and asked her to put her hands under the back of her knee and hold it up. And I'll be damned if she didn't even hesitate. Up went her right knee, and with it the hem of her skirt.
She couldn't very well keep her legs together that way, and from where he was sitting, he had a perfect view right up her skirt. His back was toward me and she was facing right at me while I watched through the crack in the sliding panel. There she sat with her leg up in the air and the crotch of her panties in plain view. The panties she had on that day weren’t her most sheer pair, but they were sheer enough to give him quite an eyeful. He tapped a couple more times and told her that was fine.
Then he asked her to lift the other knee, and even put his hand under her leg to start it up. With the way he was lifting and with her lifting at the same time, her left leg went up even higher and wider than the right one had. I could see her whole panty crotch and even a little of her left cheek as she held her leg there. He tapped on that knee for a while, maybe longer than necessary it seemed to me, with his head angled so she couldn't see his eyes, but so he could look up her skirt if he wanted to, as long as he wanted to. The dark shadow of her pubic hair was showing, and from where he sat, with his head right next to her knee, the view must have been spectacular.
He got up from the stool again, told her she could put her leg down, and walked over to the counter. She did, and even smoothed out her skirt and tried to pull it down a bit while his back was turned. Talk about too little too late! Not that it mattered anyhow. There was a lot more to come.
He picked up a stethoscope, still with his back turned, held it up, and told her he needed to listen to her with it. He turned around, pointed to a small dressing room and told her she'd find a gown in there to wear. It took her a moment or two, but finally she asked what she should take off. He told her just to slip out of her blouse and skirt. Then he turned back to the counter, and started reading through some papers there. She sat there for a few seconds and when he didn't turn around again, she got down off the table and went into the dressing room.
A couple of minutes later she came out wearing one of those open-in-the-back gowns. When he heard her come out, he stopped reading, turned around and told her to sit on the end of the examining table again. Her back was to both of us for a moment as she walked to the table, and I think he was watching when the open-backed gown exposed her cute bottom in those sheer panties for a second or two before she turned around and got back up on the table.
He walked over to her, stood beside her and put his stethoscope on her back. After moving it around for a while, he undid the tie that held the gown together and spread it open so her back was more exposed. He tapped and moved the stethoscope, tapped and moved again, all over her back. He asked her to breath in deep and let it out slowly. In other words, he did all the things a doctor normally does.
Then he said he needed to listen to her chest and heart. Without missing a beat, he took hold of the gown and slipped it forward over her shoulders, sliding it down until the whole top of her gown was resting in her lap. If Dianne had known she might be having an exam today, she might have worn a different bra. The one she had on was full enough, but it matched her panties and was quite sheer under the strong lighting of the exam room. As she sat there I could see the outline and color of her pink nipples showing through the bra, and I was sure he could see even more detail. His head wasn't more than a foot away from her breasts as he moved the stethoscope from place to place.
At first he kept it on her upper chest, pressing in on the swell of her breasts above the bra. But each time he moved the stethoscope, he went lower until he reached the top of the bra. He held it there for a moment, shook his head, and told her he needed her to slip the left shoulder strap down for a moment. She did it for him, and he moved the stethoscope toward the center of her chest and down, holding it a moment and listening, then moving it down another half inch or so and listening again.
It didn't take long for the pressure of his hand and the stethoscope to cause her left bra cup to gap open. I couldn't see from my angle, but it was pretty obvious she was exposed, and that all he had to do was glance down to see the whole top of her breast, naked all the way to her nipple. He listened there for a while, bent over to within inches of her chest, and then straightened up, asking her to slip the other shoulder strap down. When she did it, he bent over and began moving the stethoscope around.
When he pressed it in against her right breast, the bra nearly fell off completely. It would have if Dianne hadn't crossed her arms under her breasts to hold it up, but holding it that way didn't do much good. By now both cups of the bra had gapped forward, and the upper half of her breasts was completely exposed. The bra had fallen so far, even I could see both of her exposed nipples. I think it must have been a little cold in the room, because the dusky pink around her nipples was crinkled a little and the tips of her nipples stuck out more than usual.
I didn't know what to think or say or do watching this, but I can tell you I was beginning to get hard. I kept thinking about how sweet those dark pink knobs would be to lick and tease with my fingers, and I wondered if he was thinking the same thing. He listened a while longer, and finally straightened up, saying he was finished. He told her she could pull the straps back up and he walked back to the counter. While she was adjusting her bra and pulling the gown back up to cover herself he looked through a few more of the papers.
The next thing he asked her told me for sure he was either a legit doctor, or a fairly clever and very horny guy willing to see just how much he could get away with. He turned around from the counter with a sheet of paper in his hand and, after looking at it for a moment, he asked if she did regular self breast exams. She told him she did, and he asked her how long it had been since she'd done one. I don't think she knew for sure, but she said three months. He frowned at her, and told her that wasn't often enough.
He walked toward her with some of the frown still on his face, and told her she'd have to lower the gown again, only this time he said she'd have to slip out of her bra also. I think he made her feel a little guilty with that frown, because she didn't argue a bit. She just said that maybe it would be good to have a doctor check her out, in case she'd been missing something. The next thing I knew, she reached around behind her, unclasped the bra and pulled it off. So there I was, looking at my wife sitting on that table with
both of her beautiful breasts completely exposed to this guy.
He looked at her for a moment, and then stepped close, placing his hands under each breast. I can't describe the feelings I had watching him press and squeeze her breasts, first from the bottom and then from each side. She looked sexy as hell, especially when he squeezed from both sides pushing her breasts up and forward, making her delicious nipples point straight up at him.
I thought that might be all he'd try, but I was wrong. After he finished pressing from the sides, he put one hand just under her right breast, lifting it up, and three fingers from the other hand right on her nipple. He pressed down with the fingers, squeezing the nipple, pushing it back and forth. Then he pushed in on it with a circular movement, letting it slide a little under his fingers. As he moved his fingers away to do the other breast, he trailed his middle finger so it stroked the tip of the nipple. Then he did the same thing with her left breast, right down to that last lingering stroke across the tip. I couldn't tell for sure from where I was, but I think her neck was flushing red with embarrassment. She had her eyes closed, probably trying very hard to ignore everything that was going on, but I could tell she was relieved it was over.
He stepped back then and told her she could pull the gown back up. She opened her eyes and pulled it back over her shoulders. Now that she was covered again, I could see her relax. She asked if he'd found anything, and he said she was fine. He said he hadn't found anything, and that he'd been as thorough as he could. Yeh, I guess, I said to myself.
He went back to the counter again, looked at a few more papers and told her they were just about finished with the exam. She said something about being glad because it was taking more time than she planned. He looked a little surprised and told her she could come back if she wanted to finish later, but it would be best to go ahead and get it done now. She told him she didn't mean she had to leave right away or anything, and that she didn't want to come back a second time. He said fine, and in the same breath told her to slip out of her panties and lie back on the table.
End of Part 1.
If I have offended anyone, I apologize.
If there is interest in the concluding Part 2, I will post it.