To my readers: I did not see this going beyond a few pages, but as some have discovered, it has become a series. So you don't get out of order - and again, I apologize - it goes: 1) Treatment, 2) Treatment: Evaluation, then Treatment 2, 3, 4, and then Pam's Follow Up. Six chapters to date, and the new ones will begin with "Pam: " . Thanks for the feedback!
"Who's Dr. McCann?"
"Huh?" replied Pam, acting as if she didn't understand the question.
"You have an appointment tomorrow at four, it's here on my calendar," I responded.
"Oh that," she smiled, a bit shyly. "It's nothing, just my yearly check-up. Y'know, for my girl parts," she said as she pulled the shower curtain shut.
I stood in the doorway looking at the calendar on my phone, listening as the shower came on. "I thought your GYN was Dr. Baker. She have a new partner or something?"
"She is. Was, I'm trying someone else," Pam said from the other side of the curtain. "Dr. McCann is closer to work so I don't have to take off so early."
"Oh, okay. You want me to get the boys?"
"Ronda says she'll just keep them at her place. I'll get them on the way home."
I nodded, though she couldn't see that. I set my phone on the edge of the sink and turned on the hot water to shave, thinking nothing more of the change and glad I didn't have to get the kids. My brother, Mike, and I had been planning to meet after work the next day to catch an afternoon minor league game. I was sure I had told Pam about it, but I wasn't seeing it on our shared calendar and was glad I was still going to be able to make it. As she had things all arranged, I'd just tell her about it after she got out of the shower.
"She new in town?" I asked as the razor buzzed on.
"What?"
"I asked if Dr. McCann is new in town?" I replied a bit louder.
"Yes. The office just opened a couple months ago. They've had a sign out saying they are taking new patients. I see it everyday on the drive to and from work," Pam said.
"That'll be convenient," I kept the conversation going in a raised voice. "What do you know about her?"
"Just finished a residency at Columbia, but grew up over in Woodbine, so he decided to move back here to practice," she said matter-of-factly.
I set my razor down and looked at myself in the mirror. Yep, that was a bit of a surprised look on my face. Pam had always gone to female OBs, since she was younger and had felt uncomfortable with her male doctor. She'd seen the guy her entire life to that point, but said she didn't want a guy looking at her and touching 'down there.' The guy in the mirror was now grinning back at me.
It had been a few months since our afternoon at Pam's ultrasound follow-up at Dr. P's office. Pam had ended up completely exposed to the tech, Guillermo, and had even consented to taking some pictures with him. Very explicit and provocative pictures, as she had asked him to drop his scrubs and show her his cock (her word, not mine.) Using his phone, I had taken pictures of him pretending to be doing an ultrasound exam of my completely naked and wantonly exposed wife, sure to not show her face. On my camera, I got the same pics, more or less, but Pam was clearly smiling and enjoying the photo session.
There'd been lots of fantasy talk about what to do with our pictures, and who we'd show them to, but to date nothing had really come of it. See, I promised Pam it would be up to her, that I wouldn't show anyone or post any until it was her choice. They were on our home computer and my phone, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been tempted quite a few times to post a few just to show her that she'd get a very positive reception. It didn't take long to find out that many ladies got 'tributes' from their admirers, jack-off videos or pictures. Pam really enjoyed that talk in bed, but still hadn't said to post anything.
She did continue to dress more flirty; I hadn't see a non-lace bra in months, Brazilian and thong panties filled her dresser draw (and caressed her body delightfully), and the kitten heels she wore regularly at work had all morphed into three-inch heels, some really cute. Friday pizza nights hadn't gone where I had hoped, but she did regularly loose her bra before the delivery guy arrived, and one time doffed a thin wife beater t-shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination. She had gotten three extremely thin and light colored leggings that she'd modeled for me, but no one else had been given the opportunity to see her cock-hardening cameltoe and the enticing silhouette of her full bush, not to mention how amazing they lifted and separated her fabulous ass, making her walk a true Siren call. Overall, I was quite pleased, our sex life had improved in frequency and passion, our naughty talks had become much more honest and open, and our love had grown deeper.
I heard the shower stop and the curtain being pulled back, so I turned from the mirror. "Is he handsome?"
Pam didn't pretend to not understand the question. She smiled, water trickling down her freshly showered body. "I haven't met him yet, but from the picture on his webpage, I'd have to say yes," she said with a coy grin. "Hand me a towel please," she said.
"I kinda like you like that," I replied.
Her eyes flashed down and back to mine. "I can see that. Or were you thinking of me with my legs in stirrups and Dr. McCann's face inches from my pussy?"
"Were you?" I asked noting the fullness of her nipples riding high on her gorgeous breasts.
Pam sighed heavily. "Hell yes! Incessantly, maddeningly for almost three weeks!"
She stepped from the shower and walked over to me, leaving wet footprints across the bathroom floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around me. Then she lowered herself onto my waiting phallus until she engulfed me fully.
"Carry me to bed and lay down on your back, I want to ride you," she whispered, her breath hot.
We lay in each other's arms after each reaching climaxes.
"Why change GYNs, babe? I mean, if you just want to show yourself...?"
Pam didn't raise her head but spoke quietly to my chest. "I do want to show myself. I think about it all the time, Steve. I find myself daydreaming about all sorts of scenarios and I get incredibly turned on."
"You do know I'm really fine with that, right?" I responded, caressing the smooth skin of her back.
"I know, and it gets me really worked up knowing how much you enjoy that. I like the reaction it gets," she said, her hand wrapping around my semi-hard phallus.
"So, go ahead and enjoy yourself."
