I was just 19 at the time, Sherri was 18. We had dated off and on through high school, and I managed to snag a good job.
So it was time to choose a wife, and I was happy when she smiled and said yes.
Sherri is a tiny woman, just 4', 10" tall. I could almost encircle her waist with my hands. But her breasts are overly large for her 93 lb frame, with not a hint of sagging.
Sherri was very modest at the time, even though we had been dating off and on for several years, some mild petting was as far as we had ever gone. More than once I had had to jack off thinking of her allowing me to touch her breasts through her clothing.
That was the sum total of our sex life up to that point, and my own experience with others was limited to two fumbling attempts with one of the neighborhood girls that one just wasn't seen out in public with.
We began to make arrangements for our wedding, and went to the Court house for the license. One of the requirements was a Doctor's certificate to assure we were free of STD's.
I looked in the telephone book for one, since I had been to a Doctor maybe twice in my life at that point. One of the first names on the list was a Dr. Allen, family practice, it said.
So I called and explained our needs for a physical, and the receptionist told us we needed to come in together.
I drove over and got Sherri, and we went in to the Doctor's office.
After a brief wait, the Doctor came out. He was a large man about 40, with a no nonsense attitude about him. He spoke to us for a minute about the reason for our visit, then told us to come on back. He led us into one of the rooms in the back, and handed us each a little robe.
He then told us to get undressed completely, and put on the robes. Sherri and I looked at each other, embarrassed, we had not even seen each other nude at that point.
Doctor Allen left the room, Sherri and I turned our backs to each other and quickly undressed. I was sporting a raging hard-on, with no real way to hide it, here was Sherri in this tiny robe, her large breasts with the upturned nipples jutting out through the thin cloth.
Then Doctor Allen came back in, looked us up and down, and told me he would check me first. He pulled on a rubber glove, and reached up and lifted my balls, and had me cough. Then he had me sit on the table, and he reached down and started to pull my gown up! I grabbed at it in embarrassment, he gruffly told me to relax and stop that, he was just doing his job. Then he inspected my penis from all angles, rolled back my foreskin and inspected there, then he told me to "milk it out."
I looked at him oddly, he said it again. Sherri was sitting against the wall in a chair, I glanced at her, her eyes were as big as silver dollars, staring at my penis, now hard as a rock pointing straight up!
"Well, hell!" The Doctor said, and he reached down and grabbed me, and with his other hand milked the channel of my penis forward, producing a few drops of precum. He took a swab and wiped it up, and placed it in a shallow little dish, putting a glass lid on it.
"Good!," he said, "Nice and clear," then he told me to turn around and bend over. He inserted a gloved hand up my anus, and began stroking and pressing against me, milking my prostate. By this time, Sherri looked ready to cut and run!
