The On-Call Doctor Who Cured My Wife

And there we were, the two of us, just having arrived at the hospital emergency room, still in our going-out clothes and with a half-finished buzz on. Luckily it was the private clinic and, for a Friday night in August, there were hardly any people waiting. My name is Andrés, I’m in my forties, though people say I look younger. I take care of my body, I like dressing well, and I still have a good mop of brown hair that gives me a certain vanity.

My wife’s name is Lorena. She’s a few years younger than me, and the same thing happens to her: people always think she’s younger than she is. She’s petite, with brown hair and big eyes, with full lips that drive me crazy and a slim but firm body. Her breasts aren’t large, but I adore them, with nipples that get hard right away. We’ve been married ten years and we still don’t get tired of each other.

We don’t have children. We enjoy life without guilt: food, wine and, of course, sex. We’re not ones for big excesses, but we have our games and we wring them dry. Fridays are sacred. We go out to dinner, open a bottle of red to get warmed up, and then we go home for a drink and to “play” for a while.

That night Lorena was more turned on than usual. From the moment we came through the door, she already wanted to take out the toys and show them to me. We have several vibrators, of different sizes and colors, and we almost always follow the same ritual: she starts with the smallest and works her way up to the thickest, so that when I go in, everything is already burning hot.

That was the plan that night too. She put one of the thicker ones inside herself, moaned prettily, and when I went to replace it with me, she complained. It hurt. We looked at each other in surprise, because she’s always so wet that there’s never a problem, and in fact she was. But the pain didn’t go away. Between the worry and the arousal, we got half dressed, took the car, and ended up in the emergency room.

At the desk a young redhead, no older than twenty-five, helped us. I assumed that in the middle of summer they’d bring in new staff to cover the holidays. She asked the reason for the visit and, since Lorena was dying of embarrassment, I answered.

“Look, we were having sex and my wife suddenly started hurting. It had never happened to her before.”

The girl raised her eyebrows and, without meaning to, gave a quick glance at my crotch, which of course reacted a little. She recovered at once and pointed us toward the seats.

“All right. Wait there, Dr. Velarde will call you in, he’s on duty tonight. You can go in together.”

“Thank you.”

We sat in the little waiting room. Despite the situation, we were both still on fire. Lorena kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, and I tried to think about something else. Not even five minutes passed before a voice over the speaker sent us to room five.

***

We were wearing the same clothes we’d had on at dinner. Lorena had on a purple miniskirt and a very tight white T-shirt that outlined her breasts; I was in short jeans and a loose summer shirt. We knocked on the door and peered in, almost timidly.

Behind the desk was a man in his fifties, tall, with a prominent belly and graying hair, wearing a spotless white coat. He stood up to shake our hands.

“Good evening, pleased to meet you. I’m Dr. Velarde. You must be Andrés and Lorena, right?”

“Yes, that’s us,” I said.

He had a round face, a calm smile and a look I couldn’t quite read. Something in his eyes put me on alert and, at the same time, gave me a strange shiver in my stomach.

“I’ve been told you came because Lorena was in pain during sex. Had it never happened before?”

“No, never,” she answered softly.

“Were you lubricated?”

“Yes, honestly, yes. We’d been warming up before with… toys. I don’t know what could have happened.”

“Relax. I’m going to examine you a little and see what’s going on. Go over to the exam table and sit down. Andrés, you can watch from that chair while I examine her; that way, if you have any questions, you can ask me.”

Lorena climbed up onto the table. Her skirt was so short that, from where I was, I could see her thong in full. The doctor checked her eyes, had her stick out her tongue, all very professional, and then, without changing tone, asked her to take off her T-shirt and bra so he could examine her better.

Lorena hesitated for a second and obeyed. Her breasts were left bare, her nipples stiff. She was more aroused than she looked.

“Very good. You have very pretty breasts. I’m going to palpate them a little.”

He started touching her breasts slowly, brushing her nipples with his fingertips, nodding as if taking mental notes, lingering more than necessary. I swallowed. I knew this wasn’t a normal exam, and yet I said nothing. I stayed rooted in the chair, watching.

“Now get down for a moment and take off your skirt and underwear.”

We shouldn’t be doing this, I thought. But the situation had me trapped, with my pants getting tighter and tighter.

Lorena got down from the table, took off her skirt and thong, and stood completely naked in front of both of us. She didn’t look at me. Her breathing was uneven.

“Turn around and touch your ankles with your hands.”

She bent forward. The doctor came up behind her, palpated her lips with two fingers and murmured, no longer bothering to hide it:

“Very good, that’s what I wanted to see. You have a perfect pussy. Back up on the table.”

Lorena climbed back up. He told her to bend her knees and bring the soles of her feet together. In doing so, her shaved sex was left open and exposed a hand’s breadth from the doctor’s face. I clenched my fists on my thighs.

***

“I’m going to examine you to see how you react. I’m not putting on gloves because I can feel better that way; don’t worry, my hands are clean. I’m going to moisten one finger and run it over the outside, slowly. If anything bothers you, tell me.”

Lorena nodded, caught between embarrassment and a desire she could no longer hide. The doctor brought his finger to his mouth and began to trace her lips, first on the outside, in slow circles, and then slowly slipped it in. She closed her eyes.

“Mm. You seem wet. Do you like it?”

“Yes… yes, I like it,” she whispered.

He sucked on two more fingers and slid them into her, moving them with a rhythm that grew firmer and firmer. My wife’s pussy shone under the bright white light of the exam room and, from her face, I knew she was about to lose her mind. I had a rock-hard cock inside my pants and my hand was shaking on top of it.

“She’s reacting perfectly,” he said without stopping, “she’s getting wetter and wetter. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, a lot… it feels really good.”

“I’m going to run my tongue over it a little, to check how she responds and rule everything out completely. Is that all right with you?” He looked at me, seeking my permission, as if this were just a formality.

“Do whatever you think is necessary, doctor,” I said, my voice breaking. “You’re the professional.”

I didn’t recognize my own voice. I was giving a stranger permission to eat my wife’s cunt in front of me, and the worst part was that I had never been more aroused.

The doctor lowered his head and began licking her on the outside, then found her clit with his tongue and kept sinking deeper and deeper inside her. Lorena moaned softly, gripping the edges of the table.

“You have a delicious pussy, Lorena. Andrés must be delighted,” he said, lifting his head, his lips shining. “I think you’re cured already. But I’m going to do one last test to make absolutely sure, taking advantage of how lubricated you are. Besides, you haven’t come yet, right? You’re really worked up.”

“Yes, doctor… my cunt is soaked,” she admitted, without any shame now.

***

The doctor positioned himself at the level of Lorena’s head and started unbuttoning his pants. He pulled down his underwear and presented my wife with a thick, rock-hard cock, veins standing out. It was much wider than mine, though not as long.

“Look at it, Lorena. Do you like it?”

“Uf… yes. It’s very hard.”

“It’s gotten that way because of you. Come on, suck it a little and let’s see how you do.”

Lorena turned her head and took it into her mouth with a hunger I had never seen before. She sucked him slowly and deeply while he buried his fingers again in her dripping sex. She lifted her eyes to mine, without taking him out of her mouth, and that sight almost made me come in my pants.

“Damn, Andrés, your wife really knows how to suck cock,” he gasped. “You should be proud.”

“What I am is about to explode,” I confessed.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got something for you afterward. Now it’s her turn. Lorena, get down from the table and turn around, ass up.”

Lorena obeyed. She bent forward, offering us both her pert ass. The doctor stood behind her, spat into his hand, and entered her in one single thrust with that huge cock.

She let out a moan that I feared could be heard throughout the whole floor. He held her by the hips and went in and out with a steady rhythm, unhurried.

“You’re cured, Lorena,” he said through clenched teeth. “Come whenever you want. Let yourself go.”

It didn’t take long. Lorena arched her back, cried out, and came so hard that the slick ran down the insides of her thighs. Watching her like that, split in two by a stranger while I looked on without lifting a finger, was the filthiest and most arousing thing I had ever experienced.

The doctor pulled out at the last moment and came over my wife’s back and ass in long spurts that slid slowly down her skin.

“Well, Lorena, good as new,” he said, catching his breath and recovering his earlier smile. “I don’t think you’ll have any more problems. But if it ever happens again, you know where I am. Come whenever you want and we’ll check it again.”

Lorena sat up, red-faced, her hair stuck to her face, with a smile I hadn’t seen on her in years. Then the doctor turned to me, all the while pulling up his pants with complete calm.

“And now it’s your turn, Andrés. You didn’t think you were going to be left like that, did you?”