This is my first try at writing since I left college. It is not true and it does not resemble anyone I know, but I do admit that it sure would be interesting to be in this position. Let me know what you think and I may continue the story. I have lots of ideas.
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"What do you mean, go see a doctor? I already saw her and she gave me some pills, but as you can see, they aren't working. They didn't even work with her, and she's a fox." OOPS, I shouldn't have said that I suddenly realized as my wife threw the book she had in her hand at me. " You know I didn't try anything with the doc. I was only kidding."
"Well, you're going to have to go see another doctor and get a second opinion, and this time see a male doctor." My wife said.
"OK, I'll go see a male doctor this time darling, just for you. You know I love you and want to make you happy and satisfied with me."
Well, you can see I have a problem. Here I am in my prime, 45 years old, well OK, 55 years old, is that better? And I have a problem. I hate to admit it; every man hates to admit it. I can't sustain an erection for more than 5 minutes. That's very frustrating, for myself and my wife of 30 years. We have always had an active sex life until about 8 years ago when I had a hernia operation and I swear the doc made my dick shorter and it hasn't worked right since.
I went to my regular doctor, a nice looking woman, and stuttered around trying to get up the nerve to tell her my problem, and she guessed it right away. She told me that lots of men have that problem from time to time, and she prescribed some new pills on the market. She said only take them twice a week, no more or you will get so they don't work anymore.
They worked the first time, and the second time, but after that, they worked less and less. I was getting frustrated. If my dick didn't work, I didn't have any problem eating my wife's pussy to bring her to a climax, but that didn't do it for her as much as my hard dick would. The other problem was I was turned on and I sure couldn't control my mind and I couldn't fuck her with my brain. I have been known to play with peoples minds just to get a reaction, and that is fun, but it doesn't make me climax.
Digging through the phone book, I came upon a doctor that specializes in Erectil Dysfunction. I couldn't tell if it was a man's name, because it looked like a name from India. I made the plunge and called the number and a pleasant sounding woman answered the phone. I asked her if the doctor was a man or woman. She told me he was definitely a man. I asked if he had had much success with difficult cases? She said he had performed miracles in his specialty. I made an appointment for the next week on Wednesday.
I thought that Wednesday would never come. (Pun intended.) When it did, I called in sick at work so I would have the whole day off to be examined.
I finally found the doctor's office in the back of a small office building with his name on the door. Dr. I. Punjab. I opened the door and walked into a small reception area and up to the sliding glass window. Let me tell you, what I saw was a wet dream come to life. The receptionist was bent over getting something out of a file drawer, sheer pink panties prominately on display, covering the most beautiful heart shaped ass I had seen on a woman in years. Her pussy lips were full and just beautiful, slightly hidden, just needing to be kissed and licked and ravished. Her skirt was very short, I don't mean short, I'm talking a Micro mini full skirt in red and black plaid with pleats. I didn't see how it would even cover her panties when she was standing up straight. Her legs were the perfect shape of an actress or model, except they were the legs of a short woman. I didn't want to interrupt my view, but I decided to ring the bell that was on the counter so I could see what the rest of her looked like.
Ding, ding, I tapped on the bell.
She stood up quickly with a start and put her hand to her throat and said in a rich honey toned voice "Oh my goodness you startled me, I didn't realize you had come in." She wasn't the only one startled. I have never in my life seen a more perfect specimen of mature woman hood. She had Raven black hair that hung half way down her back and framed a face that had to be Gods model for angel faces. Big green eyes perfectly outlined with mascara, a perfect nose over the most beautiful, full, pouting, kissable lips and she had a habit of sticking out her tongue just a little between her lips when she was waiting for me to talk.
Talk, that's what I was suppose to do now. Duh. "Hi, my name is Stanley Puchie and I have an appointment with DR Punjab." That's all I could think of to say as I looked at her beautiful tits. Did I mention that she had Beautiful tits too? They looked like they would be D cup on a taller woman, but on her the looked like FF. Just standing out there so proud and firm with her button up white cotton blouse that was unbuttoned until her cleavage was just showing and you knew her bra was almost showing, teasing. This woman was about 5 ft tall and perfectly packaged, that's all there is to it.
She said, "just have a seat, we will call you in a moment." Damn, now I have to sit down and I can't see her body from the chair, but I did what she said.
I had just picked up a magazine on some kind of medical procedure, when she came through the side door to the reception area and said, "Mr. Puchie the Doctor will see you now." I sprang from my seat not wanting to let her get away from me. I followed the heart shaped ass down a small hallway, until she opened a door to a room and said with a little smile "go in here and take off your clothes and put on the gown that is on the table." What could I do? I was helpless, I would have crawled on the floor and licked dirt if she had told me to right then. She closed the door and I almost wept. But I took off my clothes and changed into the hospital gown that she had pointed out. I don't know about those gowns, they don't cover anything in the back, and that's not where my problem was.
Damn doctors examining rooms are boooooring, first you look at the charts on the wall, then you check out their diplomas, then you look at the tools....... Yes the tools. I wonder what that one is for? It looks like a blood pressure cuff, but it doesn't look like it's big enough to go around my wrist, much less my arm. I wonder........... The door opens and in comes a pleasant looking Middle Eastern gentleman in his early 40's.
"I am Dr. Punjab, and what kind of problem do we have today." We? I hope he didn't have the same problem I have or he's not the one I need.