My Ex Bully, is now my Wife’s doctor Pt 2

The Bully doctor takes advantage of my wife

…Continued from Part 1 (http://funstories.ga/2022/08/08/my-ex-bully-is-now-my-wifes-doctor/)

“This way my friend,” Brad said as he led me to a door beside Milly’s. “This is a training hospital, so many of our rooms like Milly’s have an observational room. Almost all of the surgical rooms on the sixth floor have them. We can wait in here and watch as the EKG is performed if you would like.”

“Sure,” I said, hesitantly, not really understanding what he was saying. Brad opened the door to a small closet sized room. A few stairs in the room lead to another door, which Brad took in one big step and opened the door. I followed him inside. In this room, a glass window stretched the length of the very narrow room. A row of seats encompassed the space of the floor. I walked into the room and glanced out the windows.

The view was an unobstructed view of Milly’s room. Inside I could see Milly now, lying back on the examination table. Her legs outstretched on a portion of the table that has been extended. Her head back on the reclined upper part. Nurse Bethany was busying something on a cart in the far corner.

“I had no idea this was here.” I stated.

“Yes, it just appears as mirrors on the other side and it is completely sound proof. They can’t hear anything from our side, but there is a microphone on their side. I can turn it on if you like.” Brad said, indicating a button beneath the window.

“Please,” I said. Brad immediately obliged. The speaker came on with a crackle and the muffled sounds of a quiet room through a speaker.

“I am sure you are exhausted buddy, but we will get to the bottom of what is going on with your wife. I have my suspensions and it is really nothing you need to worry about. An easy fix, honestly.”

“What do you think it is?”

“Oh, I couldn’t say yet. Let’s get this EKG out of the way. If this comes back all clear it will help me narrow down a few things. And with just a few more tests and examinations I believe we will have an answer for you tonight.” I looked over to Brad as he finished talking. His eyes were trained on the room, but not on Milly, but Bethany. I had to admit, Bethany’s shape made it hard to peel your eyes away. For the first time, I felt myself relax with Brad. He didn’t seem the predator or bully that I remembered. Maybe I had been overreacting after all.

“Now you see that fine piece right there ole Andy?” he said, sitting down in one of the chairs and nodding toward Bethany. “That is one fuckable woman.” I gently lowered myself in the chair beside him. Unsure of how to respond, but happy that Bethany was nearby so that he wasn’t focusing on Milly. Bethany had made her way on the side of Milly, so that we had a clear view of both of them. She began talking to Milly, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying because Brad kept talking.

“It’s a shame really. A hot nurse like her and so off limits.” He shook his head and looked over at Brad.

“Off limits?” I asked quizzically.

“I’ve been trying to sleep with that hot ass since I got here, but I can’t score. She has a girlfriend at home and isn’t even the slightest bit interested in what I have to offer.”

“Oh,” I stammered.

“But whenever we get a nice hot thing like your wife, I always love to give her an assignment like this. Just watch her.”

I turned my head back to the room. Realizing at the same moment that he had just called Milly hot. Even though he was focused on Bethany. In the room, Bethany was lowering Milly’s gown. I inhaled deeply, realizing he was going to get another view of my exposed wife’s breasts. The deep blush was gone. Milly much less embarrassed with a female than she had been with Brad. Bethany sucked in as Milly’s breast came into view. Her nipples still hard as rocks stood out against her perky C cups. Damn, I thought to myself, she was beautiful. I glanced over to Brad and I knew he was enjoying himself. His smile had returned as he leaned back and kicked his feet up on the windowsill.

“Look how turned on she gets.” He motioned toward Bethany, who was visibly turning red herself. “Her eyes will stay glued to those hot little nipples the whole time,” he whispered. Bethany was expertly placing the leads on Milly’s arms and legs. Milly, innocent of the obvious attraction, chatted away as Bethany moved to begin placing the leads on Milly’s chest. Milly, didn’t even seem to flinch as Bethany touched her breast moving them around to place the leads along and under each breast. Milly just chatted non-stop. Her words lost on me as I felt myself stirring at the erotic scene in front of me. Bethany, too attractive, clearly aroused, eyes never leaving Milly’s chest worked the machine quickly and accurately. Saying very little to Milly who hadn’t stopped talking since the test began.

Neither Brad nor I had spoken during the whole test. Our eyes were glued to the scene before us. The jealousy I had for Brad nearly forgotten and never surfacing as I knew Bethany was getting a rise off of Milly’s perfect breast, but why had Brad’s eyes on her bothered me so? Was it because I knew how he thought, I knew that he was attractive and I felt that given the opportunity Milly would look at him and know that he was better than me? Quickly, dispelling the thoughts, I looked over at Brad, who was still reclined back in the chair, as if he were home watching some smutty movie.

“How do you know she is turned on?” I asked even though it had been obvious to me. “I thought you medical types have seen it all and don’t get turned on by stuff like that anymore.”

“Oh, Andy, you are kidding right? I mean are we not still human? Some hot piece walks in to your room and bares her breast how can you not be turned on?” With that, he stood and walked to the door. “The test is finished, let’s go look at the results.”

My suspensions now on full drive. I wanted nothing more than to take Milly home. Had he just admitted to being turned on himself by her, or was he just referring to Bethany. I felt like I was in a daze. My mind was swirling with the lack of sleep, then meeting Brad here and then the erotic Bethany. I wanted to just get Milly and go home. We entered back into the room, just as Bethany was placing the machine back in the corner. She handed some print out to Brad and walked out without saying a word. A smirk on her flushed face.

I glanced back to Milly. She was still sitting back, but now covered with her gown once again. The fear was back in her eyes. The worry that the test results would reveal something serious. I moved to her side and we both looked at Brad as he neared her bed.

“Well good news. Your test results look great and I think that puts to rest that the panic attacks are caused by anything life-threatening.” I think both Milly and my sighs expressed our relief. “I know that this doesn’t necessarily help to find the source of the problem, but at least you both can breathe a little easier.”

“Thank you!” Milly said breathlessly. “You don’t know what this means to me.”

“No, thanks yet Mrs. Roswell. I still haven’t given up that we are going to find the cause of this. I want to proceed, because I don’t think that anyone should go on living with the threat of panic attacks. I can tell that it is really upsetting to both of you and your new lives. Are you both still willing to move forward and get to the bottom of this tonight?” He looked first to her and then up to me. I was readying myself to say thank you and good night when Milly spoke.

“I have to know tonight. I can’t go on like this.” She looked up to me. “Can we stay and get this over with?”

“Milly…” I began.

“Before he answers, I want to be honest with you guys. We have done a lot serious stuff, but it hasn’t been very invasive. To really get to the bottom of this I am going to have to ask and discuss some very personal subjects. I know this may be uncomfortable for you Andy.” He looked up his face professional and calm again. “I mean since we have known each other for so long. And if that is the case I can recommend you to a family physician.”

“No,” Milly said adamantly, “we have gone this far tonight. I really need to finish this. I mean Andrew isn’t squeamish about stuff like that. Are you Andrew?”

“Well, Milly, I am not sure if you are aware of this but I think this whole thing has been uncomfortable for Andy. I mean I don’t think many of Andy’s other friends have ever seen you topless,” he said with a genuine flirty smirk that made my blood boil and Milly blush crimson.

“Dr. Freeman! I think Andrew and I both know that you are just doing your job. It isn’t anything weird about it. Right, Andrew? You aren’t one of those chauvinist men who get worked up over crap like that.” I knew right away that Milly would be upset if she ever thought I was a man like that. She prized herself in having married a man who was above the male chauvinism of her friend’s husbands.

“Well,” I began, “it has been awkward, but I know that it isn’t anything.”

“See, so we are good to proceed.” Milly said with finality.

“You sure bud?” Brad looked up at me from the rolling chair he had sat in and for once he didn’t feel like that old bully from back home. He looked to be genuinely giving me the out.

“He is sure.” Milly spoke for me.

“Okay then. I guess I can advance with my theories.” He picked up his chart and flipped to a new page. “I believe that the cause of the panic attacks may be sex related. It is the only thing you can pinpoint form both the early paperwork you filled out and my earlier questioning as the only constant occurrence before each attack.”

“But we’ve had sex other times and I haven’t had one. I mean we did it daily on the honeymoon and I only got one once I returned home.”

“I see. Can I ask some questions? I am sorry if they seem invasive, but I will say, I need you both to be honest.” The dread creeped into my soul. It clutched at my heart. I felt repulsed. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to leave. I did not want him to know these things. I wanted the out he was offering me.

“Ask away.” Milly said, ready to prove to him that we could handle this.

“Milly, since you guys have been married have you had an orgasm?” We both sat in silence. I knew she had. I remembered the coos and oohs she would sigh into my ears as I pumped away on top of her.

“I think so,” she said. Her voice having lost the confidence it had just moments before.

“Think so?” he asked.

“I mean it feels pleasurable some of the times. It is not like what you see on the television. I am quiet. Not loud and it feels good. I mean that is what it feels like in real life right?”

Brad looked at her thoughtfully. “Would you say what you feel compares to what Brad feels when he has an orgasm?”

“Well,” she thought, “no, but I mean. It’s different for women and men right?”

“Not really so much different. The response to an orgasm is very similar. And it is really okay if you haven’t had one. I mean you have only been having sex for three months. You guys are still learning each other. However, I do have a few more questions that may help us narrow down the problem. If it is like I suspect, I believe your panic attacks are a physical manifestation of you getting extremely aroused without the release. It is documented and happens a lot more than you might think. Sometimes, like what I believe may be the case for you guys it could just be inexperience. Other times, it could be something physical. That is what we need to get to the bottom of tonight.”

“Physical?” I heard myself ask without even realizing I had said anything.

“Some women have physical aliments that prevent orgasms.”

“Oh,” I said stupidly.

“I doubt that is the case.” Brad said as he wheeled closer to us. “I honestly believe that if it was physical then Milly would be experiencing pain during intercourse.”

“I do.” Milly said, almost too abruptly. The fear returning to her face and voice.

“What?” I asked, “You’ve never said that to me before.”

“Well, I didn’t want to stop giving you pleasure. And it doesn’t hurt all the time, just some of the time and it is still enjoyable and I am still turned on, but it’s just that. I mean I sort of expected it to hurt in the beginning.”

“But does it still hurt? Did it hurt last night?” Brad asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I was really turned on. We had a couple of glasses of wine and Andrew had been so sweet, and I just knew it wouldn’t but when he started going fast it began to hurt and I was so close to something different happening. I could feel this build up but then the pain started and then it was over. I mean, Dr. Freeman, what is wrong with me?” Milly had never sounded so pained. I immediately put my hand to her back.

“Mrs. Roswell, I mean Milly, I honestly don’t think it is anything. I could do an examination or you could follow up with your gynecologist this week. Telling them about the pain will help you to solve this.”

“No, I need to know tonight Dr. Freeman. Can you please do the examination? You have got us this far, uncovered more in a few hours that I have on my own in the last three months. I need to know.”

Brad looked up at me and smiled. The professional smile gone and replaced with the shit-eating grin from when we were boys. My heart sank. My head spun. I had to say something. I had to stop this.

“Is there someone else Brad that can do this?” I asked.

“I am afraid not Andy. Like I said I can let you leave and go to the OB/G tomorrow.”

“Andrew, we are doing this tonight.” Her words were stern and nonnegotiable. Milly stubborn as always.

“Andy. It will be quick and for this, you can be right by her side. Will that make this easier on you?” His voice was condescending. Even given the offer, he was a smug asshole. I hated him. I hated myself.

“I will stay.” I said firmly and moved to grab Milly’s hand.

Brad rolled his chair to the end of the table. “I am going to lower this part of the bed and then raise the stirrups. You will need to put your feet up, so that I can complete the exam.” Brad told us as he proceeded to complete the tasks he explained. She raised her feet into the stirrups and Brad ever so gently lifted her gown. “I am going to start with just a visual observation. I want to make sure that everything looks normal.”

He lifted the gown. Not enough for me to see what he was doing, but just enough so that her pussy was on display to him. My heart lurched. Here was my wife. Spread eagle for the one guy in my life who had tormented me for years. Here we were, her pussy, the only one I had ever experienced open up for my bully. He glanced above the gown and looked into my eyes and even though I couldn’t see his whole face I knew he was smiling. He knew what he was doing to me. He knew what he was taking from me and he was enjoying every minute.

“I see,” he said from beneath the gown and then I heard the snap of the gloves. “I am going to need to probe on the outside Mrs. Roswell. Let me know if you feel any discomfort.” He raised his hand and pushed the gown back so that it rested on her stomach. Her complete pubic area was now on display. He wanted me to see every touch. Watch ever twitch of his finger. The glove moved closer and gently rubbed along her the lips of her pussy. He removed his hand and reached in a drawer that was open between his legs. I heard the familiar plop of lube hitting his hand.

“Now I am going to open you up some and view inside.” I watched as he now took his lubed fingers and gently probed into my wife. “I see.” He said again and then he removed his hand. He took his other hand off Milly’s stomach and lowered it to the drawer. He lifted a metal instrument up and showed to Milly.

“I am going to use this to open you up wider. I think I have found a significant problem, but one that I think can be alleviated. Is that okay, Mrs. Roswell?” She nodded her agreement. “This will be a lot of pressure. Potentially painful. Andy, you may want to hold her hand.” With that she grabbed for me and I clutched her as he inserted the instrument. She grimaced as the instrument made a slight metallic sound. His lubed hand reached forward again, probing, touching where no one else should touch a man’s wife.

And then, just as quickly, it was over. The instrument discarded, the gown pulled down. Brad standing above us, albeit still between Milly’s legs. “Well,” he said, “there is good news and there is bad news.”

“Okay,” we said in unison.

“The good news is that I have found the problem and it is nothing serious. However, I am perplexed by it. Milly you have a condition known as microperforate hymen. Basically, this means that your hymen has not been completely opened. It has small tears, which is why you have your monthly menstruation flow; however, the tears are small enough that they are causing pain during intercourse. This condition is probably what caused you to have irregular periods and light bleeding when you were younger.”

“But wait, how can this be?” Milly asked. “Virgins are the only people that have hymens. Andrew and I have been having sex for months. This doesn’t make sense.”

“You are right,” Brad continued, “typically, the hymen is completely opened after intercourse. However, on rare instances the hymen will remain intact even after intercourse. Your hymen is one of those rare examples. Typically, the failure to break during intercourse is for one of two reasons. Either the hymen is abnormally thick and too durable to open completely without an operation, or…” he paused here. “The partner during intercourse has an abnormally small or thin penis that is able to fit into one of the smaller tears.” He looked at me then, his eyes glinting, while the rest of his face stayed professional.

“When the hymen is thin enough to break without operation there are a few things that can be done to alleviate this problem.” We were both silent.

“Mrs. Roswell… Milly, your hymen is of normal thickness, so the good news is, you will not necessarily need surgery to fix the problem.” The words hung in the air. The non-spoken claim lingering between us all. I had known for my whole life that I was not well endowed. I mean I had seen my brother, seen my friends, seen guys in the locker room, but to think that I was so small even erect I couldn’t break my wife’s hymen hit like a freight train.

“What are you saying?” Milly asked. Brad laughed. An uncomfortable, yet haughty laugh that he quickly swallowed down, letting his professional face fall back into place.

“What I am saying is that you will not need a surgery to remove the hymen. There are a few options that we can discuss to help open this up.”

“But, you said that when a hymen is too thick that a surgery is needed.”

“Yes, but Milly your hymen is not too thick. It appears that little Andy here is small enough that his penis is able to fit into one of the small tears. Were Andy, let’s say, equipped with a little more girth then the problem would have already been alleviated.”

Had the words stung before, his sudden directness stung like death. Had Milly been kidding herself with his earlier claim, she no longer had that option. He had just told her, she was married to a man with a small cock. I could feel the blood draining from my face.

“This can’t be… I mean…I have changed diapers, I have seen little boys. I mean penises can’t be bigger. I mean. Never mind,” she suddenly shook her head, but I could see her wheels turning. “So, what are the options for fixing this?” She suddenly seemed resolute. Determined to put this behind us.

“I have three options. First, just like with the thicker hymens, you can opt to get your hymen surgically removed. This is the most expensive and invasive of the options. Your OB/G will schedule an appointment, which will involve sedation. Probably not an overnight stay in the hospital, but it will definitely be an operation.”

“What else?” Milly asked, barely letting him get out the first option.

….Continued

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