(Author's intro: this is part 2 of what may become a continuing story. Part 1 sets up the premise and relationship between the male protagonist and his female doctor. Part 2 picks up immediately after and will be told in the third person from the doctor's point of view.
Also: I'm no medical professional, and this is a fantasy of course. So I've tried to keep the specific medical jargon to a minimum)
As Doctor Mika Pantaru closed the door behind her exiting patient, she let out a huge sigh.
"Oh, Mika, what are you doing?" She asked herself.
She'd been seeing Jack...Mr. Logan, she corrected herself...for several years now.
He was always a pleasant patient; never complained, always polite, always friendly, never said anything awkward or uncomfortable.
She considered him handsome, but she treated plenty of good looking male patients.
So why was she suddenly feeling butterflies in her stomach over this one?
When he came to her a couple of weeks ago complaining of sexual dysfunction issues, she'd had no plans other than to do the standard examinations, schedule the usual tests, probably send him along to a urologist (which she reminded herself she should still do, make sure he got the right tests done) and he'd probably wind up with the Little Blue Pill most men with his problem use.
But there was something in the way he was describing, or more accurately not describing, the problems he was apparently having with his girlfriend. There was more to his story than what he'd told her, she knew.
While the prostate massage she had suggested was an actual medical procedure, it wasn't the usual go-to one.
And it certainly didn't require him not to ejaculate for an entire week beforehand.
So...why had she made him do that? Why was her first suggestion at treating a patient's erectile issues sticking her fingers up his ass and milking his prostate?
Why had she not only allowed, but actively ENCOURAGED, him to get a full erection, and to splatter his hot cum all over her in an anal induced orgasm???
And why had she agreed to, hell SUGGESTED, regular follow ups of this procedure?
She had no answers.
All she knew is she was looking forward to their next appointment....
When Mika got home later that evening, her husband was out.
He was always out. He was a lawyer, practicing at the largest firm in the area, and his work consumed him.
Her last text message from him told her not to worry about dinner, he'd be very late working on a case and to not wait up for him.
"Another late night 'case,'" she thought, sighing. Probably banging his cute little legal secretary over his desk again.
They had been struggling to find a balance between their careers and their marriage for years now, and she'd suspected he'd been cheating on her for a while. She'd all but confirmed it. A couple of suspicious text messages here, late night phone calls there. And then there was that time she spotted him coming out of his office with his hand on the hip of the previously mentioned cute young legal secretary in a fashion that suggested far more than a professional relationship.
She wasn't angry about it so much as disappointed.
Many couples find themselves at this same crossroad after years of being together. A need for some other outlet to break the monotony of a life dimmed by dull routine and general malaise.
She just wished he'd have the balls to talk to her about it. She might have even given him permission. She wasn't a prude, and as a doctor she understood basic human sexuality and desires that didn't always conform to society standards of what a "typical" relationship was supposed to be.
It's human nature, she thought. We always want something new, even if we're happy with what we have.
"Or are we just trying to convince ourselves we're happy?" She spoke aloud to herself.
She sighed again. She wasn't a psychiatrist. She didn't have those answers. But maybe she'd ask hers about it at their next appointment.
After a light dinner, she decided to draw herself a warm bath.
The benefit of their careers meant they had money of course. Which meant they had a beautiful spacious bathroom with a large comfortable hot tub she could soak her cares away in.
She started the water, put on some relaxing music, poured herself a glass of wine. After a moment's thought, she left the rest of the bottle nearby for refills.
Mika lit an aromatherapy candle, then started to disrobe.
Once she was completely naked, she took a moment to look at herself in the full length mirror behind the tub.
"Not bad for 43," she spoke to herself.
Her hair, loosened from the clips she used to pull it back while at work, flowed around her face and down past her shoulders, ending just above her breasts.
She'd only had to touch up the gray once in a while, but otherwise it was her natural jet black color. Regular salon visits kept her natural waves and curls flowing; what some men would call "pillow hair."
Her breasts were large, round, plump D cups. They didn't sag so much as hung the way large natural breasts do when freed from the confines of clothing. She'd considered getting a lift a few times but decided she wasn't there just yet.
Her dark nipples stood out against her olive skin, skin she'd kept soft and supple and relatively wrinkle free with lots of expensive lotions.
Her eyes followed down from her breasts to her stomach. Eating healthy, regular yoga and exercise had kept her pretty trim, although she was seeing a little extra padding here and there if she was being honest. But she'd always been a little thick, curvy, with wide child bearing hips that had never actually borne a child.
Their careers had taken precedence over starting a family.
Her eyes then went to her vagina.
Unlike most women nowadays, she didn't shave completely.
Oh she kept it trim, waxed regularly, but left a nice, womanly tuft of pure black public hair over her mons pubis. She wasn't a teenager and would never pretend to be.
Her labia were thick but snug, her clitoral hood only slightly peeking out just above them. Her vulva was plump and hairless, and only slightly lighter in tone than the rest of her skin.
Next she considered her legs. Long, with thick thighs and firm rounded calves. Smooth and almost flawless. Her feet were neat and maintained by regular pedicures.
She spun a bit so she could examine her ass. Round, plump, but not fatty, no cellulite. She'd probably be great at twerking if she found that sort of thing the least bit interesting.
"Yeah, not bad at all," she said again.
Finally she slipped into the warm, inviting tub. The water was soapy and soothing, filled with her favorite bath oils.
The tub was roomy, with plenty of space to spread out her legs. She sank her head back onto the padded support cushion behind her and closed her eyes, enjoying the peaceful bliss.
Mika sat quiet for a while, thoughtless, drifting, moving only to occasionally sip her wine.
