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(MF, wife, voy) *** Author's Note: Writing helps you forget, because you can vent on the page, examine your motives and reactions, and decide what to take with you as you move on. You learn from your hurts, as long as you don't nurture them to feed anger and thoughts of retribution. When my doctor first told me this I was unsure, but writing about these past events has helped clear my mind immeasurably. The following story is based on true facts. It is one in a series of stories I have written detailing some of the events from my first marriage. While some of the dialog may be paraphrased, the events did actually occur as described. *** My ex-wife and I had purchased our first home at the beginning of the year and I was working at a coal company about twenty minutes from home. Only two of our children had been born at this time – our oldest daughter was about five and our son was around two years old. Sylvia was taking our children and my mother to Pikeville to do some shopping on a Saturday morning while I stayed home to take care of some chores. I had been working around the house for a couple of hours when I got a call that my wife, children and mother had been in a car accident – a car load of drunks had hit them nearly head-on. After a mad scramble and a lot of worry I got to the hospital where they had been taken. Luckily, none of them were hurt seriously. In fact, the children had only minor bruises. My mother had a broken nose and bruised ribs while Sylvia had severely bruised left arm, hip, and leg from her impact with the side of the interior, but nothing was broken. I was able to take all of them home that day. The children quickly recovered from their minor injuries as did my mother. Sylvia kept complaining about her hip and leg so I suggested that she go back to the doctor. She told me that the doctor could not find anything that might be causing her the problems she described with her hip and leg. She then said that she met her first cousin in Pikeville for lunch. Her first cousin works for a couple of chiropractors in Pikeville and suggested that maybe they could help her. She then told me that she had her cousin make a consultation appointment for her the following Monday. That Monday evening she told me that the chiropractor had set her up for two visits a week for the next two months. Her appointments were on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She complained after each of the first three visits that the chiropractor didn't seem to be doing anything to help with the stiffness in her hip and leg, but after the fourth visit she said that he had tried a new technique with her that day and that it seemed to be just what she needed. After that fourth visit she looked forward to the day of her appointment and always seemed to be in a good mood afterwards. My problem with her treatment was that it took a huge toll on our sex life – there was none. She said the chiropractor told her to abstain from sex while he was treating her because it would cause further injury to her hip and leg. At the end of the second month she said that she had scheduled another month of treatment since she didn't think she was completely healed. About three weeks into the third month, on a Saturday her first cousin that worked for the chiropractors, pulled into the drive at our house. This was unusual since we lived about thirty miles from Pikeville and she had never visited with Sylvia before. Sylvia invited her into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. After exchanging some pleasantries with her, I excused myself and went back down to the basement where I was doing some remodeling. I had disconnected the duct work from the heat register going to the kitchen that was located about three feet from the table where Sylvia and Karen were sitting, so I could hear their conversation clearly. I heard Karen say, "Sylvia, I need a favor from you." "What kind of favor?" "It appears that Dr. Newsome and May could be in some kind of trouble. Someone called and told them that a search warrant had been issued for their office and that the police would probably be there Monday. Dr. Newsome gave me two boxes and told me to get rid of them. But I didn't know where to get rid of them at, and I figured since you lived so far away that maybe you could help." "What's in the boxes?", she asked. "I don't know. I was afraid to look. Probably some old bills. I'm sure that they were involved in fraudulent billing on some of their patients." "Well, Larry's got the back of his pickup full rubbish from the work he's doing in the basement, let's just hide them under some of that rubbish and when he takes it to the mines to burn, the boxes will get burned with the rest of the trash." "Oh, Sylvia, that would be great if we could." Sylvia then came down to the basement where I was working and asked, "Are you going to work much longer down here today?" "Probably another hour, why?" "No reason. I'm going to walk Karen out to her car; she's getting ready to leave." "OK, but check on the kids before you do." *** The following Sunday morning, after breakfast, Sylvia said she and the kids were going to her mother's for a visit and asked if I wanted to go. I told her no, that I was going to take the load of rubbish from remodeling the basement to the mines and unload it on the trash heap so it could be burned the next day. "OK, be careful," she said. After they left, I did take the load of rubbish to the mines and as I unloaded it I noticed the two boxes I had heard her and Karen talking about the day before. I placed them on the seat of the truck and finished unloading the rubbish. When I got in the truck I opened both boxes and to my surprise they each contained about twenty VHS video tapes. This was a shock to me since VHS cameras for home use had only been available for less than a year and were very expensive. Each tape appeared to be an eight hour tape which meant they cost about fifteen dollars each at that time. Since I didn't have a VCR for playback I closed the boxes back up and placed them out of sight in the basement when I got back home. The following week it came out in the paper that Dr.'s Newsome and May's office had been raided and that they were under investigation. The paper stated that the police had seized evidence of false billing practices but had not found any evidence alleged by several female patients of sexual abuse. The paper also stated that the doctor's secretary was under investigation for destroying evidence. About that time there came a knock on our front door. The two men at the door introduced themselves as detectives with the state police and said they wanted to ask a few questions. They asked if Karen had visited us that weekend and I replied "Yes." "What did she want?" asked one of the detectives. "I don't know. We just exchanged some pleasantries and then she and my wife went into the kitchen for coffee and I went back to my remodeling project." The detective then turned to my wife and asked, "What did you talk about?" "Just girl talk." "Was Dr. May or Newsome ever un-professional with you or touch you in an inappropriate way" "NO. Never," she answered. "Did Karen ask you to hide something for her?" "No. But when she left she did see the rubbish in the back of my husband's truck and asked if she could throw some trash from her car in with it. I told her that it would be OK." One of the detectives turned to me and said, "We'll need to look through your truck for whatever she put in it." That's when I told them that my truck had already been emptied and that all of the trash had been burned. They wanted to know when and where the trash had been burned and if I had seen the trash Karen had put in my truck. I told them I had no idea that Karen had put anything in my truck and that I wasn't looking for anything when I unloaded the rubbish. They then asked directions for where the trash had been burned and left. A few months later Sylvia was subpoenaed to testify in the trial of the two chiropractors. The judge would not allow the prosecutors to ask anything about her medical treatment or the doctor's conduct during that treatment. When asked about what Karen had thrown in the back of my truck she said that it looked like some old McDonalds' Happy Meal boxes. The chiropractors were convicted on fraud and false billing and sent to Federal prison for several years. Shortly after that is when I got a new, much better paying job in WV, and we bought a new house closer to her parents and moved. The two boxes from the chiropractors office were kind of forgotten in all of the hustle and bustle of moving. The first Christmas after moving into the new house we purchased a video camera and VCR. Like any new gadget I used it quite a bit videoing family functions and school events of the children even though the cost of blank tapes was still high. One week-end Sylvia had taken the children and her mother to Columbus, OH for a visit with her brother. After I got home from work on that Saturday evening, showered and eaten dinner, I went to the den to rest and watch TV. When I turned the TV on it started playing a cartoon from a tape one of the kids had left in the VCR. When I removed the tape from the VCR I happened to remember the two boxes of video cassettes that Karen had thrown into the back of my truck that I had recovered. That's when I started looking for them. After about an hour I finally found them stored in the attic. I carried both boxes back to the den, where I opened them for the second time. Inside were the cassette tapes – all labeled with beginning and ending dates. I took the tape with the earliest date and put it in the VCR. The tape showed Dr. May working on a female patient lying on her stomach with just a short robe on. He was alone with her in the treatment room. As I fast forwarded the tape his treatment became a massage, which became foreplay, which ended with him and her fucking like two teenagers. It was obvious that the tape had been edited since there were two different camera angles and the audio microphone must have been in the treatment table since the voices were so clear. I began fast forwarding through a couple of the tapes and all of them showed the doctors having sex with their patients. So, this is what they were hiding. Talk about a scandal if this had been presented at their trial because I had recognized a couple of the women in the tapes. That's when I began to suspect that maybe Sylvia had not told the truth about how the doctors had treated her. I got out an old calendar to cross-check the dates that she had been in their office. The last three tapes in the second box held the tapes with those dates. I took the tape with the date of her first visit and put it in the VCR. The beginning of the tape showed Sylvia sitting on the exam table, with him sitting on one of those short rolling stools in front of her. Dr. May 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. Sylvia was dressed casually, no heels or hose, just a blouse, skirt and sandals, which was one of her cool summer outfits. Her feet were on an adjustable footrest the doctor had 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 the high camera angle and I knew he had an even better view if he wanted it. 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 starting the exam. He started talking about how this was her first visit it would be 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. 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. 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. She didn't 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 the doctor was sitting, he had a perfect view right up her skirt. His back was toward the camera and she was facing right at it. 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. Her whole panty crotch and even a little of her left ass cheek came into view 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 pussy 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, and walked over to the counter. When he did there was a knock at the door. It was Karen. She told him that he had an emergency and needed to come right away. He told Sylvia he was sorry but had to cut her appointment short and left. Karen told Sylvia that she would see her Thursday. The next two appointments were not on the tape, but the wife of one of the supervisors that worked for me was in the next appointment taped the following day. The next taping of Sylvia's appointment was her fourth one with Dr. May. It started with her sitting on the treatment table and Dr. May at the counter. "I see from your file that Dr. Newsome didn't complete the examination I started on your first visit. I need to complete that before I start to work on your hip and leg.", Dr. May said. He picked up a stethoscope, pointed to a small dressing room and told her she'd find a gown in there to wear. After a pause, 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 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 she came out, he turned around and told her to sit on the end of the table. Her back was to the camera for a moment as she walked to the table, and he was watching when the open-backed gown let her cute ass 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 breathe 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. The bra she had on was full enough, but quite sheer. The outline of her nipples showed through the bra, and I was sure he could see even more detail. His head wasn't more than a foot away from her titties 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 titty 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 the camera 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 Sylvia 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, the camera showed 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. 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. He turned around from the counter with a sheet of paper in his hand and 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 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. Without any hesitation, she reached behind her back, unclasped the bra and pulled it off. So there she was, sitting on that table with both of her breasts completely exposed. He looked at her for a moment, and then stepped close, placing his hands under each breast. I not sure I can describe the feelings I had watching him press and squeeze her breasts, first from the bottom and then from each side. She looked really sexy, especially when he squeezed from both sides pushing her breasts up and forward, making her nipples point straight up at him. 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, 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. 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. He went back to the counter again, looked at a few more papers and told her they were just about finished with the exam. He said, you slip out of her panties and lie back on the table so I can complete the exam. I think it caught her by surprise, but after a moment she sort of half rose up on the table and started pulling her panties down. The camera didn't show much because of the gown, but knowing that she was going to be totally naked soon didn't help the agitation in my groin. The thought of the video camera capturing Sylvia stripping naked only added to my excitement. 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 stomach. He reached down, took the hem of the gown, and pulled it up all the way 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 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 saw that she was keeping her eyes closed. 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. Her not saying anything when he uncovered the top of her pussy apparently 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 pussy came into view. Her legs were open enough so I could see all the way down to where the cheeks of her ass 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. He 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 the camera had a perfect view, and so did he. Of course the view got 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 pussy. 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 exam, and that while he was doing it he was going to check her responses. He assured her that she should just relax and not be nervous about this part of the exam. It wouldn't hurt, and she would most likely find it pleasurable. With that, he put his hands on her knees and pushed them open. And there was Sylvia, spread completely open for him, her pussy lips showing through her soft pubic hair. I was so hard I could hardly stand it. He put his hands on either side of her pussy, 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 pussy 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 pussy, 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. He kept leaning in between her legs until his face couldn't have been more than an inch or two away from her pussy as he spread his fingers, moving from side to side, opening her moist lips wider and wider. Maybe it only lasted a few minutes, 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. 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 ass 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. Dr. May had to have a fantastic view of Sylvia's pussy. I envied him because that view was my personal favorite. This was also the position some of the other women were in that I had seen of earlier video tapes. "I wonder how many pussies he's had this view of?" I thought to myself. Talk about fantastic views! Her ass cheeks opened up, and the whole bottom of her pussy was spread out in front of him. He sat down on his stool, and used both hands to cup each of her ass 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. "Oooh," she cried softly. Dr. May took this as permission to continue. She kind of gasped, and he paused for a few seconds before going in deeper. At first, he moved his finger around in a kind of circle, but in and out, too, and gradually his finger went in deeper and deeper. Of course, with all that pressure, her pussy lips opened up and I could tell even from where I was that he was looking up inside her open pussy while he probed her ass with his fingers. As he rubbed I heard Sylvia begin to moan softly. Then, he inserted a second finger and began a rhythm of stroking with two fingers while his thumb began to stroke her clit. All the while, two fingers on his other hand were exploring deep inside her ass. I could her breathing grow as he continued his massage, and clearly she was enjoying his stroking. I thought to myself, 'If he keeps this up, she's going to come.' "Ummmmm, that feels nice," I heard her say. The motion of the doctor's hand suddenly changed and it appeared that instead of running his fingers up and down the length of Sylvia's slit, he was now finger-fucking her. Her moans grew loader. It sounded like she would cum soon if he didn't stop. "Aggghh," came a louder moan. While I watched Sylvia's body first went rigid and then began to shake in the obvious throes of orgasm. The thought of the doctor making Sylvia come almost caused an immediate climax in me. The doctor continued, increasing the pace gradually, and Sylvia began to move back into him in response to his strokes. With another loud moan and a sharp cry she lunged forward and spasmed several times again. The doctor stroked her slowly as she came down from her climax. As I watched Dr. May slipped down his trunks revealing a huge erection. It must have been nearly eleven inches long and very thick. It stuck out at ninety degrees from his body. "Oh, don't stop," Sylvia said when she noticed that his hands were gone. The doctor positioned himself behind Sylvia's spread thighs. He reached down under her hips and lifted. Sylvia's wet opening was directly in line with his hard cock. He plunged forward and impaled her on his cock. In spite of his large size, he went all the way in with one stroke. "Oh gawd!" Sylvia exclaimed as his cock impaled her. She immediately began to rock back against his thrusts. She obviously loved it. As I continued watching the tape, Sylvia turned over onto her back while the doctor crawled up between her thighs. Then he re-entered her and began to pound furiously into her inviting pussy. Sylvia's hand went down to her clit and I watched her rub herself while the doctor's thrusts continued. He lifted up Sylvia's right leg so that the camera had a perfect view of his cock slamming into her. In just a few frantic minutes Sylvia came again and then the doctor's body stiffened as he pushed himself deep into her and held himself there. Sylvia's pussy had just been filled with a load of the doctor's hot cum. As I said before, these tapes had been edited, because this session with Sylvia ended before the doctor had gotten out from between her legs. The next scene started with almost no transition. I was startled by who the woman was on the table. She was already nude and lying on her back with her legs spread to the edge of the table. It was Julia, who was now working at Dravo. I have kept these tapes for the past thirty years. Some of them have been converted to .avi and .flv and uploaded to a couple of amateur video sites (none of my ex-wife). This is part one of I don't know how many parts yet, but I will write about some more of my ex-wife's "treatments". She had two a week for almost three months and all of them were on the VHS tapes. THE END for now... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 75