My wife Sharon was working in her little garden, pulling some weeds that seem to grow much faster than the vegetables do.
I was sitting in the house watching a boring race on TV, cars following each other in a long string.
"Honey? I hurt my back." She told me when she came in, so I got up and went over to her to check.
Sure enough, she already had some light swelling low on her right side, I tried to rub it out for her but she jumped in pain.
"Damn! I must have pulled something, I better take some Aspirin."
"I think maybe we had better take you in to see a Doctor, just to be sure." I said.
"Oh, I don't think it's that bad, besides, good luck in getting an appointment around here."
That was true, medical facilities in our area are not exactly the best, most Doctors are booked solid, sometimes weeks in advance. The only real option for anything needing attention quickly is what they call "Urgent Care", which they like to bill at rates that are best described as astronomical.
But, we carry a pretty good medical policy, expensive but things like this is what it is for, so I insisted we go in. The good part is that is available, the bad part is it usually means sitting in the waiting room for hours on end.
I loaded Sharon into my truck and we drove down to the clinic.
The surprise was, there was no one at all in the waiting room, and a bored looking receptionist sat behind a glass fronted desk.
We checked in, explained the problem, filled out the paperwork. We barely got sat down and a nurse came in and called her name.
I got up to go in with her, since I wanted to be sure of what the problem was. I didn't think it would matter, several times we have been together when in a physician's office.
As we walked back, a tall younger man in a white coat came out of one of the rooms, he saw us and smiled, giving Sharon a long look. Then he turned and went into one of the other rooms.
The nurse got us settled, took the usual blood pressure, asked a couple of questions, then told us the Doctor would be in shortly.
About 5 minutes passed, there was a short knock on the door and the same man we saw in the hall came in. He saw me, smiled and shook my hand.
"I am Mark Jenson, I am a Physician's Assistant working with Doctor Baxter who is with another patient. What can I do for you folks today?" He glanced at Sharon sitting there, seemed to smile even more.
"I was pulling some weeds, and I think I pulled a muscle or something." She told him.
"I see." He had her stand up, felt around her back for a moment.
"Where did you feel the pain?" He asked her.
"It was in my leg, and into my hip, I think it was just a strain."
"I see." He felt around her hip, and down her leg.
"Is that tender at all?" He asked.
"No, not really, and It seems to be a lot better now, I guess it was nothing." Sharon said.
"OK. I understand. I am used to situations like this." He glanced at me with a smile.
"I see your husband is here, I assume he wants to watch the procedure?"
"Well, yes, he is concerned that I might be injured." Sharon told the man.
He smiled again, looked at Sharon, then at me.
"OK, great! So, how about I have you gown up, we can then both take a really good look. Of course you won't mind, will you?" He looked at me, I just shrugged.
He reached over and grabbed a soft hospital gown, handed it to her.
Sharon bushed slightly, took it.
"I will need you to take.. everything off, please, just leave it open in the back." He gave me another huge grin and left.
Sharon glanced at me, she appeared mildly uncomfortable.
"He wants.. EVERYTHING off? Even my underwear?" She asked.
"That's what he said." I told her. She blinked and began undressing.
"Hey, at least he is good looking." I teased Sharon. She gave me a dirty look, stuck out her tongue at me, then quickly peeled off her underwear and slipped the gown on.
That part I admit I enjoyed, Sharon is a very nice looking woman, her breasts are round and full with only the beginnings of a slight sag, she wears her pubic hair mildly trimmed on the sides so she can wear her two piece outfits when we go to the beach or local park.
She sat down to wait, the Doctor was back in a few minutes.
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"Nice you are here, sir, it's great to see husbands involved in the medical care of their spouses. I am used to this scenario, also, so just relax and enjoy this. I will make sure we check everything for you."
I blinked at that, it sounded odd to me but he was the Doctor so I assumed he knew what he was doing.
"And, since you are here, we won't need a nurse, will we?" Then he winked at me?
"I.. uhh.. I guess not." I managed.
"Good. Well, let's take a look, see what we have here." He had Sharon stand, then he moved the back of the gown aside, reaching down to touch her side. Then he slid his hand down and cupped her bottom, gave it a little squeeze. Sharon hopped a little bit but just stood there.
"Hmm. Yes, a small bit of obvious swelling. Let's get you up on the table." He had her sit on the little paper covered table. I was sitting off to the side, he glanced over at me.
"Why don't you scoot your chair around a little more, sir, so you can see better what I am doing?" He asked.
I moved my chair sideways like he asked, then he sat on a small roller stool and moved to the foot of the table.
"OK. I am going to move the gown up, see if there is any redness and swelling in your groin." He told her.
Sharon gave me a sideways glance, and a grimace, since she had a pretty good idea of what was coming. The Doctor slid the gown up past her knees, bunching it just above her pubic hair.
"Can you spread your legs a little more for us, please?" He asked her, reaching out to slide his bare hand up and down her inner thigh a few times.
Sharon complied. The Doctor reached out and touched her with a couple of fingers, just poking and probing outside.
"She really is quite beautiful, isn't she? Her labia are nice and full, good color. I don't see any sign of swelling though. Now, go ahead, honey, pull your knees back for us, OK?"
I sat there surprised, I had never heard a Doctor speak that way, and I half expected Sharon to protest. But she didn't, so I said nothing either. Instead she reached down to grasp her knees, pulled them way back, her face flaming now.
"OK. That's good. A little wider, please." He looked over at me to see if I was watching, which I was in a bit of surprise.
The Doctor produced some latex gloves from somewhere, he plastered his index finger with lube. Reaching out, he smeared the lube up and down her vagina. Then using both hands, he spread her lips open.
"Nice, isn't it, sir? Her Clitoris is nice and prominent, too." At that he used his thumb, rubbed if for a few seconds, causing her hips to jerk.
