I never saw Pam leave the office. After her exam, Dr. McCann had been told by the receptionist that the last patient had canceled, so he let Dylan head on out and asked to speak with me for a few minutes in his office, making it sound like he wanted to know about how 'Dr. Byrne' thought the exams went.
"How are you feeling? Did you get all your questions answered, Steve?" Chris asked as he took a seat behind his desk.
My mind was a cacophony of screaming emotions, mostly I just wanted to be in Pam's arms, looking into her eyes and telling her how much I loved her. There was a freaking lot of raw lust too. And questions, lots and lots of questions.
I exhaled deeply, just shaking my head. "I ...uh..." not having sorted anything out yet.
"Today was a normal day. As you saw, each exam was exactly alike. Pam is just another patient. I hope that has satisfied any unease you may have been harboring," he trailed off.
"I... No, doc, I never suspected anything funny was going on. You got it all wrong," I smiled stupidly.
"I know you said that Pam enjoyed these days, that she's shared everything with you," he nodded. "Most women in the teaching program orgasm at some point, it's just the nature of being touched intimately....
"I would imagine," I agreed. "And yeah, I know Pam cums every exam. Like I told you, we have no secrets."
It was Chris' turn to exhale deeply. "Steve, I have to be honest with you. A few other husbands have spoken with me, but only one has openly admitted that it turned him on. I'm trying to understand that."
"Shit, so am I!"
Chris smiled. "There's no jealousy, no wondering if she's going to want to have sex with other men?" he questioned in an honest quest to understand.
"Well, that kinda surprised me," I began. "I actually wondered, the first time Pam flashed, why I wasn't jealous? It thrilled and excited me. I felt confused by that but, no, no jealousy. I was actually disappointed when they covered her up."
"Covered her?" Chris asked.
"Oh yeah, sorry. She was at a doctor's exam, getting her spider veins treated," I smiled recalling. "They had her in these paper shorts and had cut them to expose her thigh for a treatment. I could see her panties, which were pretty thin, showing, and I was immediately turned on by the thought of the doctor seeing her puss.., eh, pudenda."
Chris laugh at that. "I know what a pussy is. So you wanted her seen. And Pam? How did she feel about it, or did she not know?"
"I didn't know it then, but she knew. She'd heard from a friend about this guy, and expected it."
"Oh?" he asked surprised.
"Long story," I waved him off. "He was a looker, that's all, no funny business. We got home and ripped each other's clothes off and made love talking about the whole thing. Totally unexpected. I'd asked her to dress more sexily for years, but she never would. I don't know what it was, but that was the thing that had her open up."
"Interesting," he murmured, his mind far off. Returning his gaze, "No worries?"
"Not a one. First, I love her absolutely and trust her with my life. Second, the choice is always hers. I do suggest things, but she knows that I'm fine with whatever she chooses, whether it's to flash or not."
"What did you think about Karen?" Chris asked out of the blue.
"Karen? Oh, the ... yeah, the first woman. Geez, I'd have never guessed her age, she looked great! And five kids? Damn, that 's one lucky dude she's married to, her body doesn't show any of that. That tattoo really surprised me though, never thought an older woman would be sporting tats."
"She's been a GYN model for over thirty-five years. Began when her husband was in medical school. A couple kids from the small town, just married and struggling, so she decided to answer an ad in the school paper. Back then they would have a doctor and five students come into a room, the doctor would demonstrate and then each student would ..."
"Jeez! Five?"
Chris nodded. "Yeah, and then five more. And five after that. They would have a GYN day, a bunch of models and just run student through five at a time, until they had all examined the six or seven models before starting their OB/GYN rotation. The next month, the med students who were to begin their OB/BYN rotations would rotate through another day."
"And she stuck with that? Damn," I said in wonder.
"As she tells it, it was an epiphany for her. She loved it, and wanted to be naked all the time. She says her libido was freed, too. She couldn't, of course, in those days, be a 'floozie' showing her body in public, so her modeling filled her need. Her husband is the one who told me that it was a great thing, and that their life together has been an amazing journey because of it. He said it was a great boost to know that while all his classmates had seen her naked, he was the only one who was married to her and got the benefits."
"His classmates? Really?" I was incredulous.
"Yep, by the time my dad graduated, Karen had been seen by everyone in his med school class, professors included."
It took a full three seconds before the word 'dad' clicked. "Karen's your mom?" I asked wide-eyed.
"Yes she is," he answered without emotion.
I sat back in my chair and digested all this for several moments. "Why'd you tell me this?"
"Steve, I'm not some weirdo who does gyn exams on his mom for kicks. She's just another model to me. Actually, my first, as I got the birds and bees discussion with a live model. It wasn't strange. As I told you we were naturists, always naked at home and regularly visited resorts around the country as a family. However, I really do not understand how my dad was not only okay, but liked that my mom was physically seen and examined by men, including his friends. All his classmates! His professors! I love them both but don't understand that," he finished sounding somewhat frustrated.
"Man, Doc, ...Steve, I... I wish I had an answer for you. I... All I can tell you is that I am madly in love with my wife, I think she's the most beautiful woman on earth, and it gets us both very sexually aroused when other men look at her, see her body partially clothed or naked. An explanation? Man, I can't explain it. It's just how we feel."
"It turns you on?" he asked.
"It's... yes.. It's a feedback loop. I get excited because I know Pam enjoys it, really loves the attention, the thrill of being seen. I know," I laughed, "hell, you know it sexually excites her to the point that she reaches climax right in your office. Then she tells me about it, and I share how it excites me, which starts the whole thing cycling again."
A smile on his face, Chris replied. "That's about how my dad tried to explain it. I think... Well, it's not a very scientifically satisfying answer for me, but psychology was never my strong suit. They are truly happy and have always had such a great relationship. I hope that for you and Pam too. Thank you for answering my questions honestly," he extended his hand.
