My Ex Bully, is now my Wife’s doctor Pt 3

My bully doctor explores my wife’s body, touching and feeling her up.

“Second, you can go home. We have found the problem to your panic attacks and then found out why you aren’t getting the release you need. Once you are home you and my man Andy can keep having sex as usual. Over time, the hymen may naturally open up more. Trying different positions could allow him to hit different parts of the hymen and maybe open those areas up. If not, then an eventual pregnancy and vaginal birth would definitely fix the issue.”

“Okay!” I said. This sounding like the best option to me.

“But,” Milly said, “this would be happenstance? It could fix the problem, or it could not. It would not necessarily help me to alleviate my pain and since we aren’t planning on having children any time soon, I could be dealing with this for years to come?”

“That is correct,” he said, his face betraying nothing.

“And the last option?” she asked.

“We could do a small procedure here that would almost certainly open the hymen significantly more. Its only slightly invasive, but…” he paused, “it could, how do I say it, it could touch on being awkward for you guys.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, the procedure would be to use a probing tool to first lubricate and then push through the hymen. This would allow me to coax the hymen open. The reason it could be…umm…awkward is because the method is best utilized to first stimulate natural lubricants, so that the hymen layer is less painful when break through occurs. Seeing as Andy is already feeling uncomfortable, I don’t know if this would be the best option.” I could tell by Brad’s strict professionalism that he was again, trying to give me an out. Milly however had other ideas.

“Dr. Freeman, I am not going to lie. This has been awkward for both of us. Not because Andrew knew you. It would have been awkward with anyone. I mean, I have never been to an OB/G outside of when I was in 9th grade and even then they didn’t do an examination. This whole thing was awkward. And I appreciate you acknowledging that, but I can’t start over. I can’t go through all that I have gone through tonight again, when I go to another doctor. I want to leave here tonight know that I can enjoy sex with my husband. I want to feel what I know is lurking just beneath the surface. I think we need to do the last option.”

“But Milly.” I said.

“Andrew,” she looked at me, “I need to go home tonight and feel whole. I need to know that I can do my wifely duties and not be afraid of another panic attack. We have come this far, let’s just get this over with and go home. Put it behind us.”

“Well, Andy?” Brad said, looking over to me with his professional face firmly in place.

“Will you do it tonight? Later in the morning?” I asked, accepting my fate.

“Oh, it’s a simple procedure Andy. I can complete it right now.”

“Then let’s begin.” Milly said laying her head back on the table. Brad laughed at that. His smile genuine as he looked down at my beautiful wife. The fact that he was still standing between her spread legs not lost on me.

“Eager, I see,” he said, “Okay, but it will take me a few minutes to prepare. We will need to get Andy set up next door and then we can begin.”

“What? I won’t be able to stay in here with her?” I asked, and for the first time the anger that had been building in me seemed to flood my face and sprout from my lips.

“I am afraid not.” Brad said. “Hospital policy says that you will need to be out of the room during any procedure or test.”

“But,” I started.

“It will be just like the EKG test,” he said. As he moved toward the door. I followed reluctantly. Brad seemed rushed now. Like a new energy was driving him toward a new goal. He said little as he left the room and immediately took me to the next room.

Once inside he looked at me. “Man, little Andy.” He paused again, letting his newfound name for me hang. “I didn’t expect all this tonight. I must say. That little wife of yours sure is hot for you. You are one lucky dude. I promise to fix this problem for you little bud. She will go home a new woman.” He smirked then and the flashes of his torments flooded my brain.

“Brad,” I said as he walked through the door. “I love Milly.” It was weak, a feeble attempt.

“Oh, I know bud, and she loves you. I mean I feel like a modern day Cupid. Giving you both what you deserve.” With that he closed the door. An uncharacteristic click as if the door was locked echoed through the room, but I knew I was being foolish. I looked into the room. Milly lay on the bed. Her legs still open. The gown closed and pushed down so that she was completely covered. What had I gotten us into. I beat myself up. I should have stopped this, but Milly was so determined, so sure of herself and completing this.

Brad entered and I realized that I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I moved to the wall and pressed the button. Brad moved over to the corner of Milly’s room and extracted some equipment from a cabinet. I couldn’t see what it was, but I watched as he moved the things onto a rolling equipment table that he then pulled to the examination table and his rolling chair.

“Milly,” he said, his voice sounding deeper than before. “For this procedure you will have to take off your gown. I know it will be cold in here, but I think that after we are finished the cold will not be as bothersome.” I heard her whisper okay as she slid the gown from her shoulders and then bunched it at her belly. Her breast again exposed to Brad. He reached forward and grabbed the gown and lowered it to the rolling table where his medical equipment sat. He looked back up and for the first time he truly saw Milly as I had saw her most nights. Completely nude without a stitch of clothing to cover either her top or her bottom, completely spread eagle in front of him.

He looked down on her. His eyes taking in ever inch and then he looked toward the mirrors and smiled the most shit-grinning smile of the night. And I knew I couldn’t take it. I moved to the door to stop them, when I found that my worst fear was reality. The door was locked. Panic. Brad had done this purposefully. I banged on the door and then remembered that the room was sound proof. My heart lurched. I returned to the chairs and sat down. Staring unbelievably into the window and watching as my bully took advantage of my innocent wife.

“Milly,” he said her name like syrup, “we will need to stimulate you into providing your own lubricate to help this procedure. While I am working on opening your hymen you will need to work on stimulating yourself by rubbing on your nipples. For most women this helps bring lubrication down below.”

“Oh,” she said, and the early blushing returned. Starting on her throat and then spreading upward to her face and then down across her breast to her small pink, erect nipples. She raised her hands and casually begin rubbing her nipples. Brad watched her intently for a few minutes, as she continued to stimulate herself.

“Think of little Andy. He is why you are doing all this, right?”

“Right,” she whispered closing her eyes as she did when she was starting to get aroused. Brad moved his chair rolling it as close between Milly’s legs as possible. He brought up his hand and I saw as he squeezed a minuscule amount of lube onto his bare fingers. No gloves this time. My heart lurched and I jumped to my feet. Pacing back and forth along the window of my despair.

“I am going to begin down here.”

“Okay,” she hissed between closed teeth.

“You thinking about Andy?” he asked, just as he brought his fingers up to Milly’s vagina. Now bare I watched as he first felt around, and found her clit. He, with a steady rhythm, began rubbing her there.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Is he really the only man you have been with, seen naked, anything?”

“Yes.” Her voice still barely audible.

“I mean I have to know. For this to not be resolved through intercourse, what size is he?”

Milly looked up. Her eyes meeting his. “I don’t know what to compare it to, honestly. I mean I have only seen boys naked under seven and he isn’t that small.” Just as she spoke, she lowered her head back down, as Brad manipulated her with his thumb.

“Look at your fingers?” Brad hissed. Milly looked down at her own stimulation. “What finger is closest to his size?” My heart lurched as Milly raised her hand pondered her fingers.

“Probably this finger,” she said lowering all but her pointer finger. A slight bit wider at the base, but not significantly so.” A sigh escaped her lips as she finished talking. Brad’s stimulation of her clit clearly affecting her.

“So, about three inches, maybe three and a half?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Well, that it explains a lot. That is about three inches smaller than most men.” Milly looked up at him, but the pleasure was starting to arouse her and no words escaped from her mouth, only another slight sigh. “Some are even three times that size. I am sure for little Andy’s sake it is great that he has found a woman who doesn’t know the difference. You two will have an amazing life after we fix this problem.”

“What…” she stammered. “What are you doing right now? I have never felt anything like that.”

“I am massaging your clitoris. This provides a lot of lubrication. I will slowly began to probe inside you in a minute. For future reference you will want little Andy to do this in the future.”

“Yes,” she hissed again. And with that, without warning he entered her. Fingers sliding into her, moving around, probing against the hymen. I saw her tense, her eyes open.

“Does that hurt?” he asked and she nodded. “But only a little right?” again she nodded. “Perfect, your lubrication is working. Just a bit more. He slowly extracted his fingers and then placing his thumb back on her clit, he entered her with two fingers as his thumb continued its assault of her clit. Slowly, back and forth, in and out, rub and stop. She shook her hips, a shudder rushing up her spine.

She was no longer grimacing. Now she was lying back, slack jawed and furiously rubbing her breast. Brad was intently watching. Watching my wife as they both brought her to unexplored arousal. His fingers were working quickly. Then he slowly moved his other hand and reached for a piece of equipment on the table. Bringing it up, I realized that it was a metal rod, tapered at one end. A medical imitation of a dildo.

“How big?” she asked through gritted teeth. My heart skipped. What was she asking? Had she seen the dildo he was about to use. There was no way. It was lower than the table.

“What?” he asked surprised.

“How big are most men?” my heart lurched and felt like it was on the floor. Her eyes were still closed. Her hands still rubbing her nipples, his hand still massaging and entering her.

“Most are average size. Six inches. A fair percentage are up to nine.” His voice was warm, alluring, deep. “Why?”

“I can’t. I can’t imagine.”

“I am going to use the tool now to slowly begin to push through your hymen. It will feel similar to how an average size penis would feel.” She looked up then lowered her head back down. Her mouth open again. “Have you ever looked at one online?”

“No, I would never,” she hissed.

“A brother, a cousin, or father. Any other man?” she shook her head.

“Since you know so much about me,” she whispered, “can I ask you an invasive question?” He nodded. “Are you that size?” She nodded her head indicating the tool he had brought up to rest in his hand on her knee.

“Well, now you’re making the doctor blush.” He teased. “I don’t feel that it is professional to say.”

“Oh, please,” she whispered as yet another heavy sigh left her mouth. He chuckled.

“Well, if I tell you, you have to promise not to tell little Andy. I don’t want him feeling any more awkward than he clearly already does.” Brad shot his eyes directly at me. As if, he could see me through the mirror. He smiled that knowing grin. “I am about two inches longer than this tool.

“Umm…” she moaned.

“Still thinking about Andy here right?” he nearly whispered. She didn’t answer. The room feel silent, as they both continued their stimulation of her body. He slid the tool down her thigh, touching the inside. I watched as a shiver overtook her and she raised her hand to stop him.

“So,” she whispered, “I think maybe we should….” She stopped as suddenly a moan escaped from her lips. “This feels different.”

“I believe you are close to an orgasm. A talented hand can do as much as full intercourse for a woman. “

“Umm.” She moaned again. Her head thrown back in pure pleasure. Any pain she had been feeling was long gone. “Since you answered my invasive question…” she paused her words came ragged through deep breaths. “Could you also do something else that is rather invasive?”

“What?” he asked, his voice barely audible through the speaker.

“Could I see you? Like…” she paused. “Like you have seen me?”

“What do you mean?” Again a whisper.

“Could you show me what a larger penis looks like? Could you show me yours?” Brad was clearly caught off guard. He looked at the window, the shock purely displayed on his face and I watched as it turned to a smile of triumph.

“I am not sure that is professional.” He stated through his grin.

“I think when you told me the size we crossed that line.” She said clear looking up into his face, not mincing her words.

He laughed, but never stopped his hand from pleasuring her.

“I mean, you have seen all of me. You are doing things to me that, well, that are so awkward.” Brad stood then and for the first time stopped his hands from moving within her. He moved to the side where he was facing me. Her bed between us. I stopped my pacing and sat down, suddenly realizing that my jeans were tented from my own arousal. An arousal I had not asked for.

“This is probably the most unprofessional thing I have ever done, Mrs. Roswell. But, I mean, I am friends with your husband, so it seems less like doctor patient.” With that he reached down and brought the tail of his shirt up to his chin, tucking it under his chin, displaying his six pack and chiseled chest. Milly opened her eyes taking him in. He reached down with the tool still in his hand and hooked his thumb into the waistband of his scrub pants. He lowered them. First his trimmed and well-manicured pubic hair came into view, and then his shaft and finally, in one quick tug his entire package was on display as his pants lowered to mid-thigh.

“Umm…” she moaned louder than she had ever moaned. My heart was beating too fast. Thundering in my chest like a mad man. Brad was almost three times my size. Large and veiny, clearly semi-erect and growing by the minute. He basked in her unending gaze. “Umm..” she moaned again, lowering one of her hands to her clit. Something she had never done before. “That is not real…too big.”

“Oh, its real baby, but we better stop. No need to make Andy feel any more awkward,” he said as he shot me a beaming smile and pulled his pants back up. “I think you are ready now,” he said, as he moved from the side of Milly back to his stool between her open legs. He took over massaging her. Her hands snaking back up to her nipples. He lowered the tip of the rod and began moving it in circles slowly pushing it in as it became lubricated. And then with little fanfare, he pushed in. Milly gasped and sat up. Pain on her face, but her fingers never left her nipples, she was still stimulating herself. I could clearly see the pain she was in, but just as suddenly as it had started, it must have stopped. Her face cleared and she lay back down as he extracted the instrument. His thumb still toying with her clit.

I could tell that she was close to a pleasure that I had never given her. My heart lurched and I realized that I had my cock in my hand. I was beating it faster than I had ever done before. My hand a rocket on my own tool. How had I come to this?

The scene before me was suddenly very different. Milly was rotating her hips squirming beneath his hands, against his manipulations. Her breath was becoming more and more ragged. He continued minutes after the actual break through. Her pleasure riding with each minute. She was close to her first orgasm, and I wouldn’t be the one to give it to her. But suddenly Brad stopped and moved away.

“Welp,” he said, “we are all finished.” He slid the instrument back on to the table and began to walk away.

“No,” she nearly screamed. “No, that can’t be it. I feel close to something. The reality is I may have another panic attack. We can’t let me have another panic attack.” Her voice was pleading, begging, a wanton animal.

“I am sorry, Milly. I don’t think that the tool can elicit that response.”

“But,” she pleaded, “is there another way?” Her fingers were vigorously rubbing her now swollen clit.

“I mean, well, I could use some different ‘equipment’ to maybe help with that problem. Some of my personal equipment.” He raised one eyebrow in her direction.

“Yes, please.” She begged.

With one swift movement, he pushed the instrument table back into the corner and grabbed a cloth screen and moved it toward the table. The screen was about four feet tall and as he pushed it in place it divided the examination table and Milly at the navel.

“This will have to be done behind the curtain, as this procedure may be too much for you to view. It will protect you from seeing what needs to happen to test that you can actually achieve release.” She nodded and I knew she knew. She knew what equipment he was going to use. I stood, and slammed my fist on the glass, but it was pointless. I screamed for them to stop. He knew I could see this. He knew that he would be taking my wife in front of me. I looked down at my minuscule member. Hard and probably bigger than it had ever been. I grabbed it, the fight leaving me and tugged on it. The curtain was away for them both to pretend this wasn’t happening, but for me I would see it all. She had no idea that I was watching from this room, but she was so caught up in lust that she was going to cheat on me. The realization hit me harder than anything from the night.

What could I do? Would I leave her? I loved her. Loved her and knew that I would never find someone else best suited for me. Could I ever trust her again? Brad moved forward between Milly’s spread legs. He clearly could see over the screen.

“This equipment” he said, “is bigger than the instrument I used before, so it will probably be uncomfortable at first, but I am going to stimulate intercourse, this way we will make sure that you are able to orgasm so that you will not have any panic attacks. Okay?” She nodded from the bed as he looked at her over the screen. The screen that let her believe that this was just some medical procedure. Brad stepped back and lowered his pants to his ankles. He looked once at the mirror, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face as he stepped forward and let his over eight inches of cock push into my innocent wife.

She lost it immediately. Her back arched, and her hands clutched at the side of the exam table as he moved back and forth into her. My own small erection erupted as I watched her cum on his cock. Rolling orgasms that made her buck wildly beneath him. She gyrated her hips, her glorious breast bouncing as she slammed herself on his cock. Her round ass bouncing against his legs. His cock peaking between them clearly visible to me as he entered and exited her as she bucked on the exam table. Her moans and screams nothing like the whimpers she had with me. He pumped endlessly, fast, and furious. Harder and more powerful than my tiny attempts over the last three months.

She met him thrust for thrust. First coming down from her initial orgasm and then another building. How he kept his upper body still, so that it truly appeared that he was working some equipment with his hands I had no idea. But as still as his shoulders and head was, his naked ass and hips were a flurry of active. He moved and pumped into her deeper than I had ever imagined. Her moans and screams returning. My cock flaccid and pitiful lay limp against my leg. I felt defeated, my mind churning with a loss that felt like a death. I looked down at myself and my heart lurched, just as I heard him grunt.

…Continued

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