Helen sat in the waiting room at the gynaecologist's office, waiting for her appointment with Dr Alice Sorensen. She was a quite worried lady and found herself reflecting how the hell she had come to be here.
She was 47 and married to Don. She was 5ft 2in with short black hair, dark brown eyes, 32b breasts, very pretty and a slim figure.
Helen was definitely what seemed to be called a milf nowadays, but she was one with a difference. Helen was not your usual hot, sexy, horny cougar type older woman that was the focus of so many horny thoughts, had by the male population of the world. She was desirable in a detached, demure, aloof sort of way, her appeal more of an untouchable, sultry remoteness that made you want her but not in an "I have to fuck her" sort of way.
Her allure was classy, not raunchy.
Helen wasn't a woman you lusted after, she was a woman you fell in love with.
She found herself in this position because of an absolute aberration on her part. For 23 years she had been married to Don and had been faithful throughout.
Don was a lawyer. He earned the sort of money that gave her a very comfortable lifestyle and meant she didn't have to work. For that Don expected her to devote a certain amount of her time to looking good for him and being the dutiful wife.
She didn't disappoint.
However one fateful night after way too much to drink at a party that Don didn't attend, she found herself in a situation with a man she had only met that night.
The reckless out of character action she took that night cost her plenty.
Her fidelity was thrown away for virtually nothing, as all it entailed for her, was kissing in the corner while he fumbled around in her panties. He then pulled them to one side, entered her a little too roughly. With Helen not being really ready for this, and her vagina not expanding in anticipation, he reached her cervix causing her pain. A few minutes of thrusting, a short grunted climax, a pulling up of trousers and he was gone.
"My proud record of fidelity gone - for THAT."
That was only the start of Helen's problems.
Her first concern was that her husband having had a vasectomy, had meant she had not used birth control for years. At her age she was having irregular periods and thought she probably couldn't conceive anyway. That was irrelevant though, the fact is she had sex with a guy and it never crossed her mind about condoms, with a monogamous marriage to a man firing blanks, it was just something she had never had to consider.
In the ensuing period of weeks her menstrual cycle was due. This came and went with no period happening.
"Is this an irregular cycle or something far worse" she thought.
After a trip to her GP, and the subsequent tests, Helen had at least one problem solved, she wasn't pregnant. However she was still sore at the top of her vagina and was now starting to fear a STD.
This would be a disaster, as she may be able to hide it from her husband if they hadn't had sexual contact, but they had been quite active in that department over the last couple of weeks, and if she had it then..............
Disease or no disease, if Don found out about her infidelity she would be finished. Money, lifestyle, everything. She was his and no one else's.
Her GP recommended that she visit her gynaecologist to further investigate the problems she was having and said he would forward his report to Dr Sorensen at the clinic.
Helen needed the appointment as a matter of urgency, given the time that was passing. She pleaded with the appointments secretary to try fit her in somehow.
The secretary put Helen on hold and went to consult Dr Sorensen. When she returned she told Helen that there was a possibility, that if she could come in at the end of clinic hours the following day, Dr Sorensen would see her privately after closing hours.
"Oh thank you very much" said Helen.
"I will be there promptly at six o'clock."
She arrived at the clinic at five fifty, checked in at reception and took her seat in the waiting room.
While she was waiting, Helen noticed a little commotion within the staff; she was still wondering what was going on when the receptionist told her the gynaecologist would see her now.
On entering the Doctors room Helen noticed that Dr Sorensen wasn't at her desk, where she had been every single time before.
"Ah Mrs Miller" said the medical orderly.
"Please take a seat, Dr Sorensen has been called away to an emergency, as you probably heard out in the corridor, but don't worry Dr Taylor is still on the premises and will take good care of you."
Helen was waiting in the Doctors room when in walked Dr Matthew Taylor, one of her husbands golfing friends. Although he wasn't a really good friend of Don's, Helen was still well acquainted with Matthew through functions and parties etc.
She had known him long enough, and been in his company often enough, to know he was a gynaecologist, but had never heard which practice he was with.
Matthew wasn't a particularly big man, he stood about 5ft 9in with a medium build. He had black wavy hair, was clean shaven and tanned. He was quite handsome without being a hunk type of guy, if fact the first thing you notice about him was his quite large hands.
Once while sitting round the pool drinking wine, Helen and her friends had once joked about his big hands.
"You know what they say, "Big hands, big......" they giggled.
"Oh Helen it's you." said Dr Taylor.
"It didn't quite register in my mind when I saw the name on Dr Sorensen's list, how are you and how is Don?"
"Oh Hi Matthew" said Helen suddenly a little flustered and panicky.
"We are both well, look I think there is no need for you to stay late on my account and I really don't think it would be right if you conducted my examination, us being acquainted"
Helen started towards the door stooping to pick up her belongings.
Matthew had admired Helen from afar for a number of years; she was so seductive and captivating. Although there had been no encouragement and he knew she was 'out of his league' he thought of her often and in an instant he knew if he let her walk out of the door, without him having the chance to 'examine' her he would regret it for years.
As Helen's hand grasped the doorknob Matthew did something he was not proud of.
"I see from your notes you have recently had a pregnancy test, and now want a STD test. I know from chats with Don that he has had a vasectomy, what does he think to all this?"
It was a subtle but still obvious threat, a mere suggestion that he could deny, if any trouble arose from this, yet still plain as day in it's meaning to Helen.
Matthew took Helen by the arm and led her back into the room, stealthily locking the door behind him.
"Look Helen, if you have a problem, which you obviously have, I am a dedicated, conscientious, professional gynaecologist, so don't be silly let me deal with your trouble and no one need ever know why you was here."
Helen realised his meaning as obvious, and her options as zero.
She submitted to an examination.
"For Gods sake he's a gynaecologist" she told herself, "He does this all day long, just get it done."
"How long is it since your last full check up." asked Matthew.
