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This is the story I wrote that CaroleAT plagarized. Thought I might as
well
post a legit version. As always, your comments are welcome.
I'll post more parts of my other story, Hypno-Tricked Wives soon. 

- Watcher

Usual disclaimers, you must be of age, erotic material, etc.

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Phony Doctor Examined My Wife? MM/F NC VOY

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
her
knees 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
time
we 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 smocks 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 smocks 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 in some of
the
men's magazines, 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 her 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 thin white panties in plain view. 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 let her cute pantied
bottom
show 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 this might happened, she might have worn a different
bra.
The one she had on was full enough, but quite sheer. As she sat there I
could see the outline 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 part 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
points 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.

I think it caught her by surprise, but she'd just finished telling him
to go
ahead and complete the exam, so after a moment she sort of half rose up
on
the table and started pulling her panties down. I couldn't see much
because
of the gown, but knowing that she was going to be totally naked soon
didn't
help the agitation in my groin.

I watched completely fascinated as she tugged first on one side of the
panties and then the other to get them down over her hips. From there
it was
a quick matter to slip them down her legs and off. She laid them down
behind
her where her bra was, and he offered to hang them both up with the
rest of
her clothes. When she didn't say anything, he took them both and hung
them
in the dressing room.

When he came back she was still sitting up. He told her again to lie
back
and relax. I don't know if she relaxed, but she did lie down. He pulled
out
a small linen sheet from under the table, and told her he needed to
palpate
her tummy. He reach down, took the hem of the gown, and pulled it up
all the
way up to her breasts while covering her from the waist down with the
small
sheet.

He stood there looking at her for a moment, and then told her he should
probably check the glands under her arms. He asked her if she was
ticklish
there, and she told him she was a little. He said he'd try to be
careful,
and lifted the right side of her gown. Of course, her right breast was
exposed again while he lifted her arm and pressed his hand along the
muscles. She only flinched a little, but it was enough to make her
breast
jiggle. He didn't pull the gown back down, and when he did her left
side,
both breasts were exposed, with the nipples still firm and standing
out. She
flinched even more as he stroked under that arm, and her luscious
breasts
bobbled around enough to make me swallow hard. When he was finished, he
told
her everything seemed fine there too. Her breasts were still exposed,
but I
don't think she even noticed. She had her eyes closed , and the gown
was
bunched up in a way that would have blocked her view even if she did
look.

He told her to relax, and took hold of each of her ankles, moving them
apart
until her feet were at the outer edges of the table. He began pressing
his
fingers in various places on her stomach, working his way lower and
lower.
Every now and then he'd ask if she felt any discomfort when he pressed,
and
she'd say no, and he press somewhere else. Soon his hands were pressing
just
above the sheet, and as he went lower, he pushed it down inch by inch.
The
top of her pubic hair began to show, and then the whole upper part of
her
pubic mound.

By now he must have seen that she was going to keep her eyes closed no
matter what. He knew he didn't have to be careful about where he
looked, and
his head turned back and forth while he pressed on her, taking in the
whole
view from her breasts down. Like I said before, maybe this was all
legit,
but then maybe he was really just a guy testing her little by little,
trying
to find out how far he could go without her objecting.

I could have told him he had a clear field. I know Dianne. Once she
decided
to go ahead with the exam, she wouldn't let herself think anything else
but
that everything he did was normal and necessary. For that matter, she
was
probably trying to think about anything she could except the exam.

Anyhow, her not saying anything when he uncovered the top of her vagina
probably gave him all the encouragement he needed. He continued to
press all
around the upper part of her pubic mound with one hand, letting the
other
rest lightly on the sheet between her thighs. Little by little the
pressure
from that hand caused the sheet to slip further down her legs until her
whole sweet vagina came into view.

I doubt if she could even tell the sheet was moving, with his other
hand
pressing on her lower tummy, but I wasn't thinking about that. I was
too
busy trying to sort out how I felt, watching another man expose
Dianne's
vagina, with his hands only inches away from it. I knew he could see
every
detail, from the dark pink outer lips to the way her hair curled around
the
little knob that covered her clit. And her legs were open enough so he
could
see all the way down to the back where the cheeks of her bottom began.

He finally stopped pressing, told her there were just a couple more
things
he needed to check, and pulled the linen sheet off of her. Now she was
naked
from her feet to her breasts. She looked fantastic laying there, and
I'm
sure he agreed. He certainly took his time walking to the end of the
table,
and his eyes never left her. He bent down and I heard a clank as he
pulled a
pair of stirrups into place. I got even harder knowing what was coming
next.


He told her to move down on the table until her legs were hanging off
the
end. She did it, with her breasts jiggling enticingly the whole way.
Then he
told her to relax while he put her feet in the stirrups. He took her
left
foot, pushed back so her leg would bend at the knee, and put it into
the
stirrup. The way the table was aimed I had a perfect view, and so did
he. Of
course the view go even better when he put her right foot in the other
stirrup. She still had her knees sort of together, but she couldn't do
much
to hide her sweet furry mound.

He stood back a moment, looking at her, and then went over to the
counter.
He came back with latex gloves and some lubricant. He put the gloves
on, and
told her he was going to do a simple pelvic. With that, he put his
hands on
her knees and pushed them open. And there was Dianne, spread completely
open
for him, her vaginal lips showing through her soft pubic hair. I got so
hard
I could hardly stand it. And when he touched her, my heart started
pounding
like I'd run a race or something.

He put his hands on either side of her vagina, and slowly spread her
dark
pink lips apart. He ran his fingers up and down, opening her slightly,
and
then put some lubricant on the fingers of his right hand. Using the
fingers
on his left hand to open her vaginal lips up, he put his right index
finger
up inside her and moved it around, exploring her. After a bit he
brought his
finger out, bent over so his head wasn't more than a foot away from her
open
vagina, and put two fingers in. He moved both fingers around, literally
finger fucking her, and I could see the sweet moisture spread to her
outer
lips as his fingers probed and turned inside her.

Lying back the way she was, I know she couldn't see him as he moved his
head
even closer to her, but I could. He kept leaning in between her legs
until
his face couldn't have been more than an inch or two away from her
vagina as
he spread his fingers, moving from side to side, opening her moist lips
wider and wider.  Maybe it only lasted a minute or two, but it felt
like a
long time before he leaned back and told her he was finished, and that
everything seemed fine. He lifted her feet out of the stirrups, letting
them
dangle over the end of the table. He pulled her gown back down and
asked her
to sit up. When she did, he told her she could step down from the
table.

I think she thought she was finished. I know she probably hoped she was
finished, but he said he had one more check to make. I could tell she
guessed what was coming, because she kind of closed her eyes for a
moment,
and when she opened them she was looking down at the floor and not at
him.
He told her to face the table, step back a bit from it and lean down
with
her head and chest on the table. I could see her hesitate, and then I
heard
him tell her to relax, and that it wouldn't take long.

She bent over part of the way, until the open-backed gown began to
slide
open. That stopped her for a moment, but then she went ahead and
finished
it, leaning forward onto the table, exposing her bottom completely. And
as
if that wasn't enough, he told her to put her feet shoulder width
apart. She
moved her feet a little, but I think she must have been embarrassed to
open
up as much as he wanted. He let her stand there for a moment and then
told
her again to please relax and move her feet wider.  She finally did it,
with
her feet winding up even farther apart than shoulder width.

Talk about fantastic views! Her bottom cheeks opened up, and the whole
length of her vagina was spread out in front of him. He sat down on his
stool, and used both hands to cup each of her  cheeks. Then, with his
head
only inches away, he spread her open. He held her like that for a
while, and
then shifted his hands so that one was holding her cheeks apart while
he put
a finger in her tight little hole with the other. She kind of gasped,
and I
think that stopped him from going in very deep. He moved his finger
around
in a kind of circle, but in and out too. Of course, with all that
pressure,
her vaginal lips opened up and I could tell even from where I was that
he
was looking up inside her open vagina while he probed her anus with his
fingers.

Finally, he said he was finished. He stood up, pulled the gloves off
and
told her everything was fine as far as he could tell. He told her she
could
get dressed, and turned away to walk over to the counter again. When
she
came out, he made some small talk about hoping she got the job, and
they
each said goodbye. By the time she came back into the waiting room, I
was
back in the first chair I'd sat in, hoping to hell my hard-on had
calmed
down enough so she wouldn't notice. I guess she didn't, because she
didn't
say anything about it, or the exam either. When I asked how it went,
she
just said it was okay, and I let it drop at that.

By the way, she never did get that job, so I never had a chance to go
back
and ask around a little to see if he was really who he said he was.
Which
means I guess I'll never know for sure, but I think you can guess what
I'd
bet on.


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