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Shy Desi wife is given an unusual physical examination and fucked by a Caucasian doctor while her husband watches

My wife is originally from south. When I married her, she was in her
early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the north india.
Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy
about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less
inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off
more of her body. I always found it a turn-on to have other men look at
her. She had a slim, tight body and never failed to get attention from
men wherever she went. I had to transfer to a new job a few years after
our marriage. As part of the transfer, I had to switch to a new HMO and
had to select a primary doctor for my wife and I. For some reason, I
always found it exciting to think of a male doctor examining female
patients. I looked through the list of doctors with their pictures
provided by my insurance company and deliberately picked out a white
male doctor who looked like a hunk, and signed him up as my wife’s
doctor.

My wife had to make a preliminary visit to see him just to get the
paperwork done. She was a little uneasy about going to him because up
until then she had only been to female doctors. I did not tell her that
I had picked out the doctor for her. She thought that she was assigned
to him at random. On the first visit, she had to fill out some forms and
the doctor asked her about her medical and family history. After she
came back from the visit, she told me all about the doctor and mentioned
that he seemed like a very friendly guy.

Afterwards, I sent her to see the doctor a few times, usually for minor
allergy problems that she used to have occasionally. He usually asked
her to come back for another visit to follow-up on the medication she
was taking. He also asked her to schedule a complete physical, but she
was nervous about it and kept postponing it. I was quite excited by the
idea and tried to encourage her to have the physical. She then confessed
to me that she thought the doctor was starting to flirt with her during
her office visits. She said that he commented on her looks and figure,
and often asked personal questions. I told her that it seemed harmless
to me and that she should have the physical if she thought that he was a
good doctor.

My wife visited him several more times but she never made an appointment
for her physical. After a few months, I happened to meet the doctor at
the lobby of his clinic when I went to pick up my wife after one of her
visits. He was a very impressive guy, tall and fit, with a firm
handshake and a friendly smile. He looked older than he did in his
photograph; he was probably in his mid-forties. After I talked with him
about my wife’s allergies for a while, I happened to mention to him that
she was a good cook. He said that he was fond of Indian food, and would
like to try her cooking sometime. I offered that he was welcome to come
over for dinner to our house sometime. To my surprise, he took me up on
the offer.

The doctor came over to see us the following weekend. My wife wasn’t
very happy that I had invited him home, but she still cooked a big meal
for him. When he came over, she was wearing a simple ankle-length skirt
and blouse, and she had her long hair tied in a knot. She was very
petite and slim, and looked almost like a teenager. During dinner, I
caught the doctor often stealing appreciative glances at her body. He
complimented my wife on her cooking, and then continued to compliment
her on her looks and figure. He said that he found Indian girls to be
very attractive. My wife started blushing and it seemed like she was
starting to like the attention she was getting from him.

He asked me more questions about her and how I met and married her. I
told him truthfully that she was a virgin when I married her, and that
she had not been with any other guy before or since. My wife blushed
deeply when I said it, and pretended to be angry with me. I was starting
to get turned on by my wife’s embarrassment and decided to take this as
far as I could.

After we finished dinner, he spotted a family picture of my wife on the
wall. She was wearing a sari in the photo. He told her that she looked
lovely in the photo, and said that he would have liked to see her
wearing a sari. I asked my wife to go and change to a sari. She was
reluctant, but I insisted and she left us to go and change. I poured the
doctor a drink, and we went to the living room to watch some TV. We
continued to talk about my wife, and he said that I was a lucky man to
have a wife as attractive as her. I thanked him for the compliment and
told him that my wife had told me good things about him and that I was
glad to have him as her doctor. Somehow I was getting turned on by the
idea that he was obviously attracted to my wife who was much younger
than him.

My wife joined us after a while wearing a beautiful red sari and stood
before us. He immediately went to her to have a closer look. My wife had
untied her long flowing hair. It reached nearly till her hips, and
covered much of her back. He held her hair up with both hands to look at
the sari closely. Since her blouse was cut low in the back, much of her
shoulder was bare. She started blushing again, very aware of the show
she was giving to both of us.

He then asked her how the sari is worn, and I explained that most of it
is wrapped around her waist and one end is placed over the shoulder. He
was surprised that there were no buttons or snaps to hold it in place,
and gently lifted the end of the sari that was covering her shoulder and
moved it away from her body. The small blouse that she wore under the
sari was tight and made of very thin cloth and the outline of her bra
and the shape of her breasts were clearly visible. She didn’t expect him
to do this so quickly, and she protested mildly, folding her arms across
her breasts to cover up. I told her not to be shy since he is her
doctor. She reluctantly dropped her hands giving him a good look at her
figure. My wife has relatively small breasts, but they were firm and
well shaped, and a hint of her perky nipples was visible from even under
her bra. The blouse was cut low in the front as well, and a little bit
of her cleavage was visible. The blouse reached just below her breasts
and her midriff was bare. She always wore her sari below her waistline,
and since she had a very small waist, her navel and belly looked
gorgeous above the folds of the sari.

He then dropped the end of the sari to the floor, and asked her to turn
around, to give us a view from all sides. I already had a boner and was
starting to wonder how far this would go. He asked her what she wore
under the sari. She first blushed and pretended to be mad at him for
asking, but then told him she wore a skirt. He knelt beside her and
slowly raised the lower folds of the sari to reveal a little of her
petticoat (underskirt) in matching red. He lifted her skirt to her knee,
exposing the smooth skin of her calves. He then playfully asked her what
she had on under the skirt. She didn’t answer him, but she blushed
deeply. He pretended to put a hand up her skirt, but she wiggled free of
his grasp and got away from him. She looked flushed with a mix of
embarrassment and excitement. He let her go, and we sat down again.

She then re-adjusted her sari and sat on the couch next to where we were
sitting. I asked the doctor about the medication she was taking. He said
that he had recommended a full physical for my wife, but that she had
failed to schedule an appointment. He looked disapprovingly at my wife,
and she started stammering an apology. I asked him what kind of tests
she needed to have done. He said that she would need a basic exam and
some special tests based on her medical and family history.

He then asked me whether we use birth control and if I wanted to get my
wife started on birth control pills. I told him that we had been using
condoms till then and that it would be a great idea for her to start
taking pills since neither of us liked condoms much. My wife turned red
as the conversation turned very intimate. The doctor said that he would
have to give her a pelvic exam and a breast exam before he could write a
prescription and offered to make an appointment at his clinic for a
physical for her the next week. My wife seemed nervous upon hearing this
but she did not have much choice at this point.

I told him that my wife was embarrassed about having a physical from a
male doctor, but that it was perfectly OK by me. He said that it is
quite normal to be nervous during a physical the first time, but that I
was welcome to accompany her during the exam if it would help make her
more comfortable. This sounded very exciting to me and I eagerly agreed.
I joked with him later about how nice it was to be able to see many
girls naked as part of his work. He admitted that it was interesting for
him, but that most of his female patients were old women and it was nice
to have a pretty girl like my wife to be his patient. My wife blushed
upon hearing this and she seemed pleased to hear the compliment.

The doctor called us the next day to confirm the appointment for my
wife’s physical a few days later. It was unusual that he was handling
the appointment himself instead of letting his office do it. It was
clear to me that he was quite eager to have her in for the physical. I
was eagerly looking forward to it as well. On the day of her physical,
my wife spent considerable time getting ready, and I noticed that she
had groomed herself meticulously. She wore a floral blouse and a flowing
skirt that reached just above her ankles. She wore her best makeup and
perfume and had given herself a manicure and a pedicure. I could tell
that she was nervous and a little excited at the same time.

At the clinic, we were taken to the examination room where a nurse came
in first and measured her height and weight and then took her
temperature, pulse and blood pressure. She then left and then the doctor
came in to talk to us briefly. After some small talk, he pointed to the
gown provided by the clinic and told my wife that she could change into
the gown if she wanted to, or she could just keep her street clothes on
if she was more comfortable that way. He then left us, presumably to
give her time to change. My wife looked at the skimpy gown and decided
against wearing it. The doctor came back after a few minutes. He was his
usual friendly self and he kept up the small talk as he started
examining her. He first checked her eyes, ears and throat. He examined
her neck and shoulders, and listened to her heart and lungs with a
stethoscope. He then asked her to lie on her back on the examining
table, and raised her blouse till her abdomen was fully exposed. He
started feeling up her abdomen firmly with his fingers. My wife trembled
slightly at his touch. He explained as he examined her liver, spleen and
other internal organs thoroughly, at times inserting his finger under
the waistband of her skirt and panties. He then asked her to turn over
to lie on her stomach. He raised her blouse to the middle of her back,
and examined her kidneys and spine.

He then asked my wife to get up and undress to her waist for her breast
exam. She hesitated a bit, and then sat up on the table and started
undoing the snaps on the front of her blouse. I helped her to remove it
off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra. She undid the snaps at
the back of the bra, took it off and sat up, with her hands crossed in
her lap. Her embarrassment at sitting topless in front of the two of us
was obvious. She looked very attractive and vulnerable at the same time.
My wife has nicely shaped breasts with perky dark nipples, which stood
out clearly. He asked her to raise her right hand and then started
checking her right breast. With his bare hands, he felt up her underarm
and all around her breast in a circular motion with three fingers
pressing the flesh of her breasts. He asked her if she ever had a
discharge from her nipple. She said no, but he still pressed a finger on
her nipple, bending it to one side and lightly squeezing it. He then
lowered her arm. He repeated the same with her left breast, while
holding up her left hand over her head with his other hand. He asked her
if she ever did breast self-exams and she said no. He said that she
should do them regularly in the same way that he just did, and placed
his hand again on her breast to show her the area to cover.

He told her she could put her clothes back on. I watched as my wife put
her bra back on and then I helped her with her blouse. He then told her
that he would do the pelvic exam next, and that she could keep her skirt
on and just remove her underwear. She blushed upon hearing this, and
reluctantly got down from the table. She then awkwardly reached under
her skirt to lower her panties. As she stepped out of them, I noticed
that they were lacy black panties that matched her bra. He helped her to
get up on the table and asked her to lie down and then slide down the
table. He raised her skirt to the waist and gently spread her knees
apart. He lifted each of her feet onto the supports on the examination
table . He then switched on the spotlight directly above the examination
table. My wife’s legs, thighs and pubic area were completely exposed,
and her light brown skin glowed in the spotlight. Her pussy was very
smooth and cleanly shaven, which is the way she usually kept it. It
seemed that she had waxed or shaved her legs especially well for her
exam, because she did not have a single hair visible anywhere.

After talking briefly about pelvic exams, he spread her pussy lips
gently apart. He ran his finger along the outer labia and spread them
open a little. He spread a drop of lubricant on his fingers and inserted
his index finger into her pussy gently. I thought it was unusual that he
did not wear gloves as I had expected. He explained what he was doing as
he went on examining her insides for a while. Her pussy lips were
slightly moist and I noticed that his finger too was moist when he
withdrew them. He explained that he was going to examine her cervix. He
rolled one finger around her cervix and pressed it lightly against it.
My wife squirmed a little, but he continued. He then also added his
middle finger and I watched excitedly as his fingers disappeared inside
her pussy. He said that he was trying to check her uterus and ovaries
for any abnormalities. He had big hands and I found it very arousing to
see two of his fingers inserted up to the third knuckle inside her
pussy. He twisted his fingers around inside her pussy, checking it from
every direction. With his fingers inside her pussy, he felt up her
hairless pubic area with his left hand, pressing down firmly with his
fingers.

He then got a speculum and gradually inserted it in her while holding
her pussy lips apart with the other hand. She winced when she felt the
cold material entering her. I was amazed at the view he had of my wife,
with her legs spread obscenely apart and her cleanly shaven pussy on
display, held open with the speculum so that he could see deep inside
her pussy. The insides of her pussy looked very moist and pink. My wife
looked a little uncomfortable and nervous, but it seemed that she had
gotten over her initial embarrassment. He checked her cervix closely
with the speculum, and took a sample for a Pap smear test.

He then said that he would next check her rectum for hemorrhoids or
other abnormalities. She had clearly not expected this and neither had
I. He removed her feet from the supports and asked her to turn over and
lie on her stomach. I watched excitedly as she turned over and he raised
her skirt to expose her buttocks and thighs completely. She has a nicely
rounded bottom, and it was a stunning sight to watch my wife’s ass being
so clearly exposed in the spotlight. He separated her legs a bit till
her anal area and even her pussy was clearly exposed. He left her in
this embarrassing position to go to the cupboard to get a pair of latex
gloves. He put on the gloves, then squeezed out some lubricant and
smeared some on his gloved index finger. He spread her butt cheeks apart
with his left hand and inserted his index finger gently into her ass. My
wife gasped and grabbed the edge of the table tightly as she was not
used to any anal contact. He told her to relax her muscles as he
inserted the finger all the way in and rolled it around inside her. He
continued to check for about a minute. When he was done, he took some
tissue and wiped the excess lubricant from her anal area.

He wrapped up the rest of the exam in another few minutes. After he was
done, he helped her get down from the table. She put her panties back on
and sat up on the table. He explained more about the birth control
pills, gave her some free samples, and asked her to start taking the
pills every day. He told us to use condoms for another month because it
would take a few weeks for the pill to be effective.

I found the whole procedure quite arousing and couldn’t wait to get back
home to fuck her. When we got home, I was pleasantly surprised to find
her to be quite responsive to my caresses. As I entered her, I found her
to be as wet as she had ever been.

After a couple of days, my wife called me at work one evening and
excitedly told me that the doctor had called to tell her that her test
results were normal. She had talked to him for a while on the phone, and
he had ended up inviting himself for dinner. He was on his way to our
house and she was cooking dinner in a hurry.

I deliberately stayed at work for another hour and took my time getting
home. When I got home, I found them in the kitchen. He was tasting the
food she had prepared. My wife’s face was all red, and it seemed like
there was some intense flirting going on.

We had a nice dinner and I found that our conversation had become much
more intimate no doubt partly because he had seen my wife naked just a
couple of days ago. He asked us if we were still using condoms as he had
told us to. I told him that we have been using condoms every day. My
wife blushed at the implication of what I said. He told her that she
would probably enjoy sex more after we stop using condoms, because she
would be able to feel it better. This kind of talk was turning me on,
although my wife was painfully embarrassed. I told him that we sometimes
have sex without a condom when it is a safe time of the month for her. I
said that she likes it better when we do it without a condom, but that I
do not come inside her for fear of her becoming pregnant. He then asked
me if she enjoys sex. I told him that she usually does not come during
sex, but she climaxes easily when I finger her or when I go down on her.
My wife was so embarrassed she covered her face with her hands, but we
ignored her. He asked next if we use a lubricant or whether she has
enough natural lubrication. I said that we usually use some lubricant,
but that we don’t need it if I caress her long enough, because then she
gets quite wet.

He then asked me if I wanted him to check her out to make sure
everything was all right. He had a slightly evil grin on his face that
told me that he wanted to more than just check her. It sounded good to
me however, and I told him to go ahead. He got up and sat next to her on
the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss
on her lips. She looked at me like she couldn’t believe what he was
doing, but I told her it was all right. He asked me again if it was OK
to kiss her and I smiled to indicate my approval. He held her head with
both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. I thought it was best
to leave them alone for a minute, so I excused myself pretending to go
to the bathroom.

When I came back, he had picked her up and placed her on his lap, and he
was still kissing her deeply. She had her eyes closed and mouth open.
His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his
arms. I wasn’t bothered at all by this and in fact found it very sexy to
watch them together. I dimmed the lights and sat on a chair at the other
end of the room and watched them intently. I watched as he held her head
with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her
breasts over her bra. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she
seemed to tremble at his touch. Very soon he raised her hands to remove
her top over her head, and then slowly unhooked the thin white bra she
had on and let it fall to the floor. She seemed giddy with excitement,
and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to kiss her. I could
barely believe that my wife was sitting topless on another man’s lap,
but the sight was incredibly exciting to me. He was more than a foot
taller than my wife, and she looked very tiny next to him.

He then got up, lifted her off his lap and laid her on her back on the
couch. He then knelt on the floor beside her, and kissed her
passionately on her mouth, and then moved down her body, covering her
neck, breasts and belly with kisses. My wife seemed to be in another
world altogether, and was responding to his touches with giggles and
moans that seemed to excite him even more. He slipped one hand under her
skirt and started feeling up her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up to her
thighs showing her legs and bare feet. Her toenails were painted pink,
and her feet looked very shapely and delicate. He started kissing and
licking her feet and legs, tickling the soles of her feet mercilessly
for a couple of minutes as she laughed and thrashed about
uncontrollably. He then reached under her skirt and lowered her panties
and removed them, as she lifted her buttocks to allow him to take them
off.

He resumed kissing her neck and boobs and licking her nipples with his
tongue. He slipped his hand up her skirt again. She started squirming
and it was clear that he had a finger or two in her pussy. He continued
fingering her for several minutes while he went back and forth between
her nipples. Finally he withdrew his finger. It was dripping wet. He
tasted her juices and then suggestively slipped the finger in her mouth
and made her lick her own juices.

He then turned to where I was sitting, and asked me if I could give him
a condom. I hadn’t expected things to proceed this fast, but I went to
the bedroom, got one and gave it to him. I guess this was his way of
asking my permission to fuck her. My wife seemed surprised by this as
well, but before she had time to think, he gave the condom to her. He
then unbuckled his belt, lowered his jeans and revealed a very visible
erection within his jockey shorts. He then motioned to my wife to put
the condom on him. She hesitated for a second and looked at me and I
told her to go ahead. My wife got down, knelt on the floor and then
lowered his underwear with his help. His cock was very stiff and pointed
almost straight up with a prominent pink head. She struggled to get the
condom packet opened, and then tried to put it on him. She had never put
on a condom before since I always did it myself. She fumbled with his
cock and the condom for a while, trying to get it on. His cock was
thicker and longer than mine, and I was fascinated to watch her handling
his cock. After she was done, he stepped out of his jeans and shorts,
and laid her on her back on the carpeted floor and lifted up her skirt
all the way, revealing her smooth thighs and pubic area. He placed a
cushion under her butt to position her pussy at the right height.

He kissed her briefly on her pussy and flicked his tongue over her clit.
Her brown pussy lips looked moist and inviting. He then parted her legs,
folding them at the knees and raised them till her knees were above her
chest. He knelt beside her and entered her effortlessly. He started with
slow, deep strokes. My wife bit her lower lip and closed her eyes,
wincing occasionally when he thrust deeply into her. I could not see her
pussy clearly from where I was sitting, but it was incredibly erotic to
watch her with her legs spread widely apart, and his butt bobbing up and
down between her legs. His skin looked very pale against the golden
brown complexion of her legs. He kept this up for a while and then
started thrusting harder and faster, causing my wife to let out a grunt
as he entered her each time. She was not used to this, because I was
usually much more gentle with her. I suspected that it was hurting her a
little, but she did not say anything or to try to stop him. She was also
breathing faster and started to sweat a little. He continued thrusting
harder, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. He clearly had a lot
more endurance than I did, and it took quite a while for him to come. As
he was coming, he started grunting loudly and thrust into her ever more
vigorously. After he was finished, he rolled over to the side and they
snuggled for a while, completely ignoring me. He rolled her over on top
of him and made her bounce on his softening cock until it slipped out of
her. My wife seemed tired and sweaty and had a look that said that she
had been very well fucked. He asked her to remove the condom from his
cock and she disposed it off. He then asked for a napkin. She grabbed a
napkin from the end table and wiped off his cock, which was covered in
his cum. I was surprised because she had never done this for me. She
then gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up. As the
doctor put his underwear and jeans back on he told me that he thought my
wife was very sexy and that he really enjoyed making love to her. When
my wife came back, he kissed her passionately again. He soon left
thereafter.

My wife was a little nervous after he left, worrying about what she had
done, and wondering whether anyone would find out. I assured her that it
was OK with me, and that the doctor would be discreet about this (which
he was).

The doctor called my wife again the next week to chat, and asked if he
could stop by again. When she asked me about it, I happily agreed. I
found that my wife didn’t seem to object anymore either, and had in fact
already invited him to visit again.

He showed up the following weekend with a bouquet of flowers for my
wife, which of course pleased her very much. He gave her a big hug and a
kiss on her lips as he came in.

Just when she started serving dinner, he made her take off her blouse
and bra and told her that he wanted to enjoy looking at her breasts for
the rest of the evening. My wife reluctantly agreed. I found it a huge
turn-on to watch her topless as we sat at the dinner table. I opened a
wine bottle and made sure that all of us had a couple of glasses to
drink.

After dinner, he immediately started cuddling with her. This time he
undressed her fully and he also got completely naked. They cuddled naked
on the couch for a while. He had a nice build and it was clear that he
kept in good shape. He was taller and quite bigger than me. He had broad
shoulders, a hairy chest and strong arms, all of which my wife seemed to
like.

He then picked up my wife and made her sit on his lap and started
nibbling on her tits. He put her down on the floor and sat up straight
on the couch, took her hand and placed his cock in it. He motioned her
to come closer to his cock and my wife understood that he wanted her to
suck him. My wife had given me blowjobs a few times before, but only as
a prelude to sex. He caressed her hair and brought her head closer to
his cock, and she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head
of his cock.

She had deep red lipstick on and it was a wonderful sight to see my wife
kneeling on the floor and taking his cock into her mouth. He was
circumcised, and his cock looked very different from mine because of his
white skin, the bulbous pink head, and the light brown hair that covered
his pubic area. He instructed her to do various things with her mouth,
like licking up and down the length of his cock, flicking her tongue
across the head of his cock, and kissing the underside of his cock and
his testicles. He would then again have her take his cock into her mouth
with her lips wrapped tightly around it, with his hands guiding her head
up and down the length of his cock. She got the hang of it quickly and
started doing it without his help, holding onto the base of his cock
with her thumb and index finger. When he was close to coming, he would
stop her and ask her to lick around and below his cock. This was
repeated several times, until his cock was covered in her saliva and
smeared lipstick.

Unlike the first day, I sat very close to them this time, so I had a
very clear view of all this. When he finally started coming, his cock
was still inside her mouth, but he pulled out quickly and his cum fell
on her chin, neck and breasts. She acted like she was grossed out, but
he made her hold his cock and pump him until the last few drops came
out. He then made her kiss his cock again. He was starting to go soft
again, but he asked her to continue to lick his cock till he was hard
again.

When he was erect again, he fucked her on the living room floor as he
had done before. This time he didn’t use a condom, and came inside her
when he finished. She then ran to the bathroom to clean up, and came
back after a while with a damp cloth and wiped off the cum and her
juices from his cock.

From then onwards, we saw him on several weekends. He would stop by on a
Friday normally. He would always bring a nice gift for my wife,
including expensive items like jewelry occasionally. Sometimes he would
stay overnight and leave the next morning. He got her to do many things
she had never tried before. He liked to be quite aggressive with her and
treated her more roughly than I ever did. She didn’t seem to mind it
much, and I let him push her around a little bit. He clearly enjoyed the
power he had over her, and especially seemed to like to take her in
front of me. His favorite was to do her doggy style on the floor, or to
have her sit on his cock and ride him. She had done neither of these
before. He would usually make her face me, so that I could see the
expressions on her face. It sometimes took him a while to get an
erection. Usually she had to suck him for sometime to get him up. But
once he was up he took a long time to come. He taught her to rub her
clit as she was riding his cock, and she learned to get herself off this
way. He also got her gradually to let him come in her mouth. She first
used to spit out his cum, but eventually he got her to swallow most of
it as her came in her mouth.

When he stayed over, he would sleep in our bed with us with my wife in
the middle usually wearing only a T-shirt and panties. He would spend
much time cuddling with her, and would usually fuck her in the morning
as I lay next to them watching. When he took a shower in the morning, he
would take her with him to the shower and have her soap, wash and dry
him off. She was happy to go along with his demands and I didn’t mind it
much either.

We also went to his place several times. He had a nice condo in the
city. He had a well-stocked bar and he liked to play drinking games with
my wife, usually getting her very drunk. She gets drunk easily and is a
lot of fun when she is drunk. We made up several silly games designed so
that my wife would lose and would have to take off her clothes or
perform various sex acts on him or me. He had a small collection of porn
movies that we watched together. My wife had never seen any before and
it was an eye-opener for her. We got her to try to imitate some of the
girls in the movies.

We never did a threesome. Sometimes he would ask her to suck me or to
have me fuck her while he just watched us. I always preferred to watch
them do it. Those days I used to fuck her almost everyday, so I didn’t
mind holding back on those days when saw the doctor. It was very
exciting for me to watch my wife with another guy, especially an older
white guy who really seemed to get off on doing it with a shy, married
Indian girl.

We continued this for several months, after which we had to move to a
nearby town and saw him less often. My wife continued to see him as her
doctor for a couple more years. He even continued to do my wife’s annual
exams. Of course, I always went with her for her exams and they never
failed to arouse me.

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