Her wetness was apparent from the soggy feeling she had between her legs as she uncrossed them when she heard her name called. Sitting in the waiting room, she had been thinking about how she was going to explain to the doctor, why she was wet and what was causing her erotic dreams that were keeping her awake at night.
It all started the day she came home and found her husband and her son fucking in the living room. She had watched her husbands big cock pound in and out of her son’s ass hole and had heard her son moaning and groaning, asking for more. She had, at the time, been repulsed by what she was watching but at the same time, she found it very erotic to see the two men in her life, enjoying each other. She had spent many hours thinking about it and the more she thought about it, the more excited she had gotten. Now she was in for her annual check up and all she could think about was wanting to watch her two men fucking again and again.
The nurse ushered her into a small alcove and she sat down on the only chair. She crossed her legs and tried to remain calm but her wet pussy rubbing against her panties wouldn’t let her. She looked up as the doctor entered the room. How was she going to tell him about her wetness and not make it appear as anything out of the ordinary.
“Morning,” was all she could say as the doctor sat looked down at her, a chart in his hands.
“I see it’s that time of the year,” he said, flipping a page.
“Yes it is,” she replied.
The doctor grabbed a gown form the cupboard and handed it to her, telling her to disrobe and put the gown on and lay on the table. He left the room and told her he would be right back. As she started taking her clothes off, her mind wandered. With her shorts in a pile on the floor, she imagined her son helping her out of them as her husband stood behind her, unhooking her bra straps and pulling it off her. Her son was helping her out of her panties, pulling them down over her hips, slowly uncovering her mound. Her husband now had reached around and had both of her breasts in his hands, caressing them and pulling on her nipples, making her moan in excitement. She looked in the mirror and saw that her nipples were standing out, hard and full, as she continued to undress.
She stood completely naked in front of the mirror and looked up and down her body. She could see the wetness between her legs and she absentmindedly, ran her hands across her breasts, pulling her nipples with her fingers. She could see the two men in her life had her sandwiched between her now, her husband still caressing her sensitive breasts and her son, on his knees in front of her, slowly parting her legs, reaching up into her with a finger, exploring her and finding her sensitive clit. She moaned softly just as the door opened and the doctor reappeared, this time with a nurse. She quickly picked up the gown and threw it over her head, trying to quickly recover. He smiled as she did and the nurse quietly closed the door. She got onto the table and looked straight up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at either of the two for fear she would give away her erotic feelings.
The doctor wrote something on her chart as the nurse moved over to help her. She raised her legs and feet into the stirrups and looked down her body at the nurse who was standing at the end of the table, adjusting it. She watched the nurse's face and saw a slight smile come over it a she finished what she was doing. The doctor moved around to the end of the table and sat on a stool, his face close to her spread legs.
He began the examination and as he did, she thought that he had probably seen this all before and there wouldn’t be anything to explain. She felt his finger enter her and she groaned quietly, hoping that neither of the them heard her. She quickly looked at the nurse and saw she had a bemused smile on her face. The doctor's face was a mask, not showing anything as he continued. The more he explored and examined her, the hotter she got. She moaned quietly several more times during the exam and hoped it would be over soon. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doctor stood up and told her to lower her legs. She did with the nurse’s help and sat on the edge of the table, holding on to it to keep herself from falling off. The doctor was writing on her chart as the nurse left the room. He finally looked up and smiled at her.
“I see you’ve been active sexually,” he said.
“Well, yes and no,” she replied, trying to appear calm.
“What does that mean. Is it yes or no?” he asked.
She had to think for a minute because she knew he wanted to know why she had been so wet.
“It’s yes,” she replied in a weak voice.
“I see.”
Again he wrote on her chart before saying anything. He sat down in the chair and faced her, putting the chart down beside him.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed about having sex. Most people are a little hesitant about talking about it but seeing the state you are in, I thought maybe there was something we needed to talk about.”
She swallowed and lowered her eyes, looking down at the floor. The doctor was waiting for her to say something but she didn’t know how to start. Finally, after a few minutes of silence between them, he spoke again.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, I understand,” he said, reassuringly. “You are a beautiful woman and any man would want you and I envy that man.”
She looked at the doctor and noticed he had a quiet, lusty look in his eyes as he stared at her.
“It’s not what you think,” she said quietly, still watching him.