Sexy Gynocologist Visit

Visit to the Gynocologist      

BY: Lisa

After saving money for a few years, we finally had enough to pay the down payment of our first house in Zephyrhills, FL. It was a nice house, not too big for a young couple like us to manage, and not too small if we had one or two children in the future. The house was in a quiet neighborhood and we had a pond and reservation at the back of the house.

But enough with the house... Along with the move, we also had to find new doctors. We did not want to have to drive all the way to Tampa just to do a regular checkup. We were able to find a general practice physician rather easily, but I could not find a female gynecologist I really liked. After talking to several neighbors, I finally settled with a male gynecologist instead, Dr. John Doe (not a real name).

When it was almost time for me to do my yearly checkup, I asked my husband to go with me because it was my first time going to a male gynecologist. However, he could not accompany me because he was scheduled to go to Philly for a week to do some system testing. He told me that I did not have to worry about a thing because many of our neighbors recommended him. I was finally OK with that.

The visit to Dr. Doe was a real surprise. As soon as I got home I called my husband’s cell phone. He was working in the computer room when I called.

"Babe, I just got back from my checkup." I told him with excitement.

"Oh, and how was it?" He asked.

"You won't believe this. Dr. John Doe's real name is actually Steve Smith. He was my first boyfriend in high school, but we broke up when he and his family had to move somewhere else. He changed his name because he wanted to avoid his ex-wife who kept harassing him after they were divorced."

"Hm... a reunion with an old boyfriend. How was it?" His voice changed, but I did not pay too much attention to it.

"It was really embarrassing at first actually." I giggled. "You know, he and I were never intimate when we dated in high school. But this afternoon he got to see all of me."

"You don't sound like someone who was embarrassed." He told me. "You giggled too much. You sounded happy. Too happy, in fact."

"Oh, are you jealous?" I asked. "You know I love you and I won't ever leave you for anyone else." I turned serious when I said this last sentence because I did love my husband.

"I'm fine. So what then? You're not calling me just to tell me about this old boyfriend of yours, are you?"

"Hm... no. He actually asked me if we could have dinner tonight. He said he wanted to talk about old times with me. Share stories and gossips... things like that."

"What did you say?"

"I said yes, but if you don't want me to meet him, I'll cancel it."

"I don't mind as long as you don't do it behind my back."

"Of course not. I won't lie to you about such things." I assured him.

That night, I met John and had dinner together in Red Lobster. After that we went driving around St. Pete pier to talk some more. First, it was just gossips and past events. But at some point, the conversation turned to intimate subjects and I ended up sharing my husband’s and my sexual fantasies.

I did not realize his right hand was on my thigh until the atmosphere became really hot and he began to feel me up my crotch. I was stunned for a moment by his touch. But when he tried to get inside my panties, I held his hand and pushed it away gently. “Let’s not get too far for now.” I smiled.

“Why not, Lisa? This is your and your husband’s fantasy. Or am I not good enough for you?”

“No, no… it’s just that sometimes a fantasy is just a fantasy. I don’t know if he really wants this to happen or not.”

“Will you ask him?”

I was quiet, thinking what might happen if I asked my husband. But I finally agreed when he kept on persuading me.

I was back home at around 2 AM that night.

The next day, I told my husband about the conversation I had with John.

"I bet he offered himself, huh?" He asked before I got to the part when he was feeling me up.

"He did. How did you know?” I asked.

“I think you have seen for yourself how other men look at you whenever we walk in public.” He said. “Don’t tell me you don’t know that you are a very beautiful woman.”

“Hm… maybe.” I smiled. Of course I knew I was attractive.

“So what do you think?" I asked.

"Well... what do YOU think?" He asked me back, probably curious to find out how I really felt about the whole thing. Although we shared fantasies, we never actually asked each other's opinion about them. We just talked about them to make us excited before having sex.

"To be honest, it was very tempting... cause, you know, I have this one fantasy about having sex on a gynecologist's examination table. So this can be my only chance to experience that. But I will never do anything unless you are really OK with it." I told him honestly. Plus John was pretty cute (But I did not tell him this until he was back from his trip).

"So you wanna have sex with him?" He asked.

"Like I said, it was a very tempting offer." I tried to avoid giving a direct answer.

"What happens if I don't mind?"

"I'll ask him to come over tonight and see how it goes from there."

“This whole conversation is making me hard.” He said.

“Really?” Not that I was surprised to hear that.

"I don't mind." He told me. "But, if you two do end up having sex, you have to record every thing so I can watch it when I get home.”

I could hear his excitement at the other end of the line. “I promise. But you are sure about this, right?” I asked him again. “I don’t want us to break up because of this.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“OK… is there anything in particular you don’t want me to do with him or you want me to do with him?” I asked. I have learned about “limits” by reading various articles in the Internet. So I just want to make sure that my husband knew about it as well before it was too late.

He laughed. “Just don’t run away with him. Everything else is up to you.”

“So you don’t care about kissing, using condom, or whatever?” I was actually a little surprised to hear that he would let me do anything.

“No, I don’t care.”

That night, John came over after I invited him that afternoon. I made a quick dinner for us and then we spent time cuddling on the sofa while watching my favorite sexy movie, Eyes Wide Shut.

When inviting him that afternoon, I chose not to have any expectation at all. So I did not really “prepare” myself by wearing special, sexy lingerie or any outfit of that nature. But John did not seem to mind because my regular clothes of tank top and shorts were falling off pretty fast anyway. By the time Nicole Kidman was seduced in the dance floor, only my panties were still on. It took a couple more minutes before that last garment fell too and I was completely naked in his arms.

Although I was excited about the whole thing, I was still feeling nervous. It was my first time with a different man after being with my husband since I was a junior in college, which dated back about 5 years ago. John would actually be the third person I became intimate with after my first one and my husband.

Sensing my lack of experience in this, John took the initiative. Instead of waiting until I took his clothes off, he took them off himself and stood naked between the TV and me.

I gasped in appreciation. Behind his clothes, his body seemed ordinary. But when he took them off, I saw a slim, but muscular body with a clearly defined six packs on his abdomen. My husband’s frame was pretty good, but John’s was exceptional.

My attention then focused on his beautiful, hard rod pointing straight at me. The length was like my husband’s, around 7 ½ inches. It was its thickness that left my mouth wide open. When he took it to my mouth, I almost could not put it inside. The circumference was probably around 6 ½ inches on its head and only a little smaller on the body. My husband’s did not even reach 5 ½ inches when I measured it a while back! I started to wonder…

“You have a beautiful cock.” I told him honestly between my sucking and lickings.

“It’s not too big for you?” He asked.

“It’s really big. But I think I can take it if you are gentle with me in the beginning.”

I spent around 15 minutes playing with his dick and balls while getting wetter as time went by. John took it easy on me and did not ask me to give him a deep throat (Later he told me only one girl he had been with that could actually deep throat him).

“Oh… we should go to the bedroom.” I suddenly stopped sucking his cock.

“Why? We’re fine here.” Came the reply.

“I promised my husband to record the whole thing. I have set up the video cam in the bedroom. You don’t mind, do you?”

I guess knowing that he did not have a choice, he nodded. He then followed my lead into my bedroom upstairs. As soon as I hit the record button, he pushed me to the bed, spread my legs wide apart, and began eating my pussy. All the while, he kept telling me how he loved the taste of my completely shaven pussy.

My body was twisting from the pleasure that his tongue was giving me. He was really good in teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking it occasionally. At one point, he even fucked me with his tongue while sucking my clit hard.

“Oh, my God… Steve… stop… stop… I almost cum…” I begged him. I wanted my first cum to be from his dick, not his tongue. I used his old name because I only knew him as Steve.

John complied. He then asked me if I wanted him to use a condom. I told him he was welcome not to. Of course he chose not to.

He then had me do a doggy-style position. I still remembered the moment his cock’s head went through my wet opening. I felt myself being stretched like when he examined me the day before in the examination room. Only this time, it was not an uncomfortable, cold-metal device. It was the enormous head of his dick that went inside of me. I had never felt so full before in my life as his cock went deeper and deeper inside of me until everything was in.

“How do you feel, Lisa?” John asked.

I smiled. “So full.”

He laughed. “You can joke about it. So I guess you’re fine then.”

“I appreciate your taking it slow with me.” I told him.

“I’ll move slowly. Let me know if it starts to hurt, OK?”

“Thanks.”

With that, John began to move himself forward and backwards slowly in long strokes. It was a very good way to make my pussy get used to being stretched that much. I never felt any pain from it, just uncomfortable feeling, which diminished over time. After ten minutes, I began to feel very comfortable and started to feel really good. John definitely noticed that when I started to breathe heavily and moan in pleasure.

Unfortunately, John could not last too long. Only two minutes after he pounded me with normal speed, he groaned and exploded inside of me.

“Oh, Lisa… I’m so sorry. Your pussy felt so good. I couldn’t hold it any longer.” He apologized.

I laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Steve. I enjoyed every minute of it.”

When John took his limp dick out of me, his hot cum practically poured out of my pussy down onto the bed. “Wow… you cum a lot.” I commented.

He grinned and lied down next to me.

“Are we gonna have another session tonight?” I smiled. “Or should I wait patiently until next time? If there is next time, that is.”

“I’m definitely looking forward for next time. But I’m not going to leave you tonight unsatisfied. Just give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be back in shape.”

He was right. After some intense cuddling for fifteen minutes, his dick was pointing angrily at me again. This time, he went on top of me for a good old missionary position, and, for the second time that night, his massive dick slid back into me. The second time around, it went in smoothly without much resistance like the first time. I supposed his cum was a good lubrication and my pussy had adjusted well to his size.

John started to move inside me with varying speed, which drove me nuts. With his body on top of me, I could not twist much, but I did moan a lot. My fingers were scratching the bed cover in frustration every time he took me near climax but then held back to prolong his play.

“Steve… Steve… oh… let me cum… let me cum…” I begged him.

“Oh, not so fast, Lisa. We have all night. You should just relax and enjoy my treat. Besides, I think you should put a good show for your husband on tape.” I could not do anything with him having a full control on the whole thing by being on top of me.

After teasing me with pleasures for what seemed like an eternity, he pulled his dick out and told me to get out of bed and bend over facing the bedroom wall. A few seconds later, he was inside of me again. This time, he pounded me like crazy. I had never been fucked that fast and hard before in my entire life.

All the anticipations that had built up from his teasing came together and I finally exploded with one of the best climax I could ever remember. I did not remember how loud I screamed at that time, but it turned out to be very loud when I watched the tape with my husband.

John did not stop there. He kept pounding me so fast and hard and gave me a second cum in a row. And then a third and a fourth, which brought me down to my knees.

John helped me back to the bed and we went missionary again. He moved slowly but steadily to catch his breath as I tried to catch mine. We also cuddled and kissed as he fucked me, and, this time, we cum almost at the same time. It was not an explosion like before, but I think it was the perfect kind of climax to end this crazy session. John’s body tensed and his dick started to release his semen inside me for the second time. Looking at him reaching his climax gave me a lot of excitement and I reached my climax too while he was finishing up. John kept pumping me until my body relaxed again.

He kept his dick inside and we stayed still for a couple minutes to enjoy the moment. We then showered together and had our last session that night in the bathroom (which I forgot to record by the way). It was almost 1 AM when he went home after promising to call me in the morning to see if we could have lunch together.