by Cyan
Copyright 2003 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
I first met her at the pool. It was a Saturday and early and I guess we're both morning people. No one else had shown up.
It was a lovely sunny July day, warm even before most people were up, perfect for a swim. She introduced herself as Barbara. It was later when we came out to sit a while that I found out she was an internist. And of course then the conversation seemed destined to reveal that Don and I were a bit overdue having physicals, and in fact didn't have a regular doctor.
"Maybe we should set up appointments with you," I found myself saying.
"We could do that," Barbara said as I found myself musing on the fact that Don would be naked in front of her. It must have been that Barbara was quite good looking that I had to suppress a tiny jealous impulse. "Talk to your husband," she went on, "but I must warn you that we have a bit of an eccentric practice."
"Eccentric?"
"We think a visit to the doctor shouldn't be such a staid affair."
"That sounds good," I said, but then wondered what she was talking about. "What do you mean?"
"Well, our culture secretly knows there's something a little suggestive about a physical examination so polite society tries very hard to pretend that there isn't."
"Yes?" I said. I understood what she said and found it a reasonable observation but I certainly didn't see what she might be leading up to.
"Well, we find that we can practice quite well, and to some extent put our patients at ease if we don't pretend something's not there."
"Huh?"
She laughed. "It's hard to explain, I guess you just have to try it."
"You're in practice with other physicians who--do this?"
"Oh," she said, "when I said we, I meant me and my nurse, Carol. So, are you still interested?"
Four days later we walked into her office. "I want you here at the same time," she told me over the telephone when I questioned the appointments she gave me. "I have no trouble alternating the work."
"Oh."
And so we showed up. Carol was at the receptionist's desk, waiting for us. It was definitely a small operation. "Right this way," she said, leading us down a small hall. She sent us into a room that turned out to be an examining room. In fact, it was a room with two examining tables!
"You can leave your underwear on for now," she said, smiling. "Barbara will be here in a moment."
"You're kidding," I said and it was clear I was echoing Don's thoughts. I was amazed. Though she'd smiled, it was exactly like she were being friendly, no hint that anything out of the ordinary was going on. She looked at me blankly. "In the same room? Here?" I sad.
Then her smile acknowledged the situation. "That's how we do it," she said. "Relax."
Then she was gone. Don and I looked at each other. I'd be seeing him poked and prodded and he'd see me. So that was Barbara's little secret and I realized I'd suspected there was something not quite innocent about her remark. It certainly would be called eccentric. I shrugged and grinned sheepishly at having gotten us into the situation. Then before I knew what I was doing, I was taking off my blouse.
I think Don began to do likewise because he was following my lead and soon we each sat on a table, Don in his briefs and me in panties and bra. Then I thought about it: the times I'd been naked in front of a male doctor and presumably Don had been naked in front of a nurse. We'd be witnessing that sort of thing; I'd be witnessing Don naked in front of a member of the opposite sex! Then Barbara walked in.
Carol was right behind her. "OK," Barbara said in that doctor voice, "let's get some histories," and taking a clipboard, she pulled a stool over and sat by me. Carol did the same with Don, and immediately we were both being interrogated.
"I guess that does that," Barbara finally said and put the clipboard on a counter. "Let's see what we have here."
She took me to the scale and weighed me. Sitting on the table again, she took my blood pressure, then started listening to my chest. "OK, time for the bra," she said, which made me instinctively glance toward Don and Carol. She'd weighed him too and was using a stethoscope on him.
I think shyness made me smile, but taking a deep breath, I unhooked it and slipped it off, and she set it aside. There I was, uncovered in front of these two and Don at the same time. In a way there was not a thing untoward about it since he was my husband and they were women, but it didn't feel that way. As I sat there, Barbara listened to my chest more and touched me. "OK, lie down," she finally said.
I lay down and she checked my breasts, then told me to lift so she could slip down my panties. I wasn't in a position to see Don and somehow didn't want to. This whole casual attitude thing they were doing was doing anything but relaxing me. "Now relax," she said as if reading my mind. "When's the last time you visited your GYN?" she asked as she touched and inspected. I had been doing that regularly and she acknowledged my response with a "mm hm". "OK, Carol will take over and I'll check Don," she then said, leaving me.
Carol smiled. It was obviously a trait of hers. "Turn over on your stomach," she said.
As I turned, I caught a glimpse of Don and Barbara. He was flat on his back, naked, and she was inspecting his penis and testicles. When I was all the way over, I didn't bother to stretch to keep him in sight. Carol tapped and felt parts of me. "You OK?" she said.
"Sure," I said.
"I'll give your neck a little massage," she said and started. It felt nice but I wondered at it in the middle of a physical, but I concluded that she was done with me and basically waiting for Barbara to finish. "We love doing this with couples," Carol said, still massaging.
"Oh?"
"You see, we're bisexual."
"I see," I said but I think it was pure instinct that made me say it. In actuality I was completely confused. I immediately wondered whether they were a couple. "You dating anybody?"
I swear those were the words that came out of my mouth. She laughed. "Are you wondering about Barbara and me? Well we do live together and we do get it on on occasion but we're not quite a couple." And with that she gave my rear a playful little smack as if to chide me for prying.
"So what's going on here?" came Barbara's voice, right above me and I realized I'd come over. "Time to stand up," she said and taking my arm helped me to do so, making sure I did so right away. "Now, lean over the edge of the table."
"What?"
"Like Don." Sure enough, Don was standing two, leaning forward on the table. "It's time for a bit of inspecting." They were one on each side of me and I found myself in Don's position without really having done anything. Sensing something strange, I started asking what was up but Barbara shushed me. Carol was off and I soon realized she was putting on a rubber glove. Barbara still held me. "Here you go," she said and Carol put something right in the crack of my rear, on my rear hole. "Good, now relax," said Barbara, obviously to me.
Then I felt Carol's finger right against my rear hole, pressing. "Ease it in," said Barbara. "Nice and easy."
And Carol did just that, then pushed it up into me. "There," said Barbara and she released me, going back to Don. Carol had hold of my body though, as if to gain leverage. She moved her finger around, and it seemed to be going in and out a bit in the process.
"Does Don ever do it to you there?" Carol asked.
"No!" I said, probably just a bit too emphatically.
"Now that we've given you this little start, you'll adapt to taking it just fine," she said. The hand on me eased softly up my back to my neck and back to its position on my hip. I glanced over at Don. Barbara had her finger in his rear. "In fact, I'm guessing this is stimulating you a bit." I was about to answer but I really didn't know what to say to such an outrageous statement. "Don certainly is."
I couldn't help it. I looked back at Don. Barbara's other hand was under him, stroking his cock. And while I glanced, Carol slipped her hand under me and touched my nipple.
It was time to say something, to stop it. It was definitely time. But I found that by the time I could react to what she'd just done, I no longer had it in me to stop it. All I could do is say to myself why aren't I stopping this?
She touched my nipple more, rubbing gently, her other finger gently probing. Then her hand cupped my breast than ran up and down my chest and stomach. And I knew where it was going and knew I had to stop this. But I didn't. And I sensed why: because I wanted her to touch me.
This little bisexual nurse, I wanted her to touch me and to stimulate me. Her finger reached my sex and immediately the found spots that do it for me. It almost slipped inside me but didn't, moved up and down, one side for a bit then the other. "You're quite wet," she said quietly. "And pushing your ass against my finger. Oh sweetie, you're ready."
"What?" was all I could say.
She removed her finger from my rear. Then I felt something harder, larger. She grabbed my hips with both hands. "Please, no!" I heard myself say.
"Yes," she insisted. "You're definitely ready. Relax it."
I could have broken free. I could have easily done so. I could have screamed or anything. And they'd certainly never forced me to do anything. But I simply did as I was told and soon it was in me. "Yes," she said and pushed it in until she bumped my rear.
The thought of Don came to me and I felt a wave of mortification. I was afraid to look his way yet I did. Barbara wore a strap-on dildo just as I was sure Carol did, and was doing Don back and forth. But unlike Carol, Barbara was completely naked. I could feel Carol's uniform against me and could see the hem of her skirt so there was no doubt.
And the other thing was that Don's hand was on his cock. While Barbara did him, he was jerking off. "Touch yourself," said Carol.
"Please, no," I said.
"OK, then we'll try something else." And she took my hands and in a moment I found my wrists bound behind me. "Ready for me to go to it?" she asked, starting to move more.
"I don't know," I said.
She laughed but it was gentle and quiet as if she didn't mean to share it with Barbara and Don. "You certainly like to be told what to do, don't you?"
I was about to say I don't know, but caught myself and remained silent. And saying nothing more, she began to pick up the pace. "Good girl," she said as she slid in and out easily, continuing to gradually pick up speed. "Ever been caned?" she suddenly asked.
"No!"
"Spanked?"
"No," I said.
She slapped my cheek once. "Now you have," she said, ending with another little laugh. "You'd definitely like it. You will definitely like it."
And despite all that was happening to me, I found myself absorbed by the thought. She was implying that I was going to be spanked! Or caned! "Cat got your tongue?" she said. "I think it's time," she said, and leaning down, reached around me with both hands, touching a nipple and my sex at the same time. Somehow she kept her pumping going, at least a bit, but I was lost to it for the next minute, nearly fainting dead away.
* * *
"We like to check sexual function," said Barbara as we sat in her office. She'd put on a lab coat and belted it but it was quite evident that she was naked underneath it.
"Yes," I said, finding myself trying to put some irony in it.
She smiled, evidently at my effort. "And you're both certainly within normal range. I think what we should do now is invite you over for drinks tonight. Say seven?"
* * *
We were in jeans. They both looked ready for an evening ball. "Oh it's easy to slip these things on," said Barbara referring to their dresses. Carol was making drinks for us. "And I wonder what friendly subject I can introduce after we fucked your asses silly this afternoon?"
My mouth hung open. Yes, it was certainly true and yes, I knew this night would not be innocent, but the way she came out with it floored me. "Perhaps you two should be naked again for our bit of socializing," she said. "Or perhaps it's Carol's turn to get naked."
Carol was just coming over with a pair of drinks and looked surprised at Barbara's remark. As Carol handed me my screwdriver, Barbara took Don's drink from Carol's hand and gave it to Don as if to move things along, then took Carol in her arms and kissed her! Don and I simply stood there gawking. "You can't sweet talk me into it," said Carol when Barbara finally released her.
"Oh yes I can," said Barbara, and she took hold of the shoulders of Carol's dress. The dress was a filmy thing and looked like it might be supported by the shoulders and when Barbara pulled them sideways, that proved true as the dress hit the floor. Carol was naked. "There," said Barbara. "Now I think our guests should have the chance to do to you what we did to them." As she said it, she slapped Carol's rear.
Carol jerked and held her rear, and glanced at each of us but said nothing. "That's my little Carol," said Barbara. "This table will do fine."
And it did. Each of the three of us had her, Barbara loaning me a strap-on and giving Don a condom. Only Don undressed, just enough to do the deed. Then I had my first ever chance to witness a caning. She cried quietly but made no move to get away. When Barbara told her she might get up, Carol slipped my way and put an arm around me. "Remember, next time it'll be your turn," she whispered in my ear.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.