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The Phony Doctor Examines My Wife
Watcher (llxzt@hotmail.com)

***
A husband surreptitiously spies on his wife's 
Gynecological exam, with suspicion. (MMF, wife, nc, 
husb-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.

END

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