Pam's second treatment was this afternoon, and I was hoping she was anticipating it as much as I was. But to be honest, I had no idea where her head was at.
She really surprised me last week, asking me to come with her to her first treatment for 'spider' veins in her legs. I wasn't that enthusiastic until we got into the exam room and found that the doctor had her panty covered pussy exposed and was getting an eyeful. I didn't understand why it thrilled me, or why I didn't say anything, but was rock hard instead. Then Pam revealed that she had known it was happening and was equally as excited. We rushed home and we made it as far as our front room before we attacked each other with carefree abandon.
The high lasted through part of the weekend. We'd both called in late on Friday morning, making love after the boys were picked up for school - our fifth time in about eighteen hours. It was better than our honeymoon!
Well Pam's boss really got on her case about coming in late, and demanded she work a bit late to complete a brief that was due Monday morning. She works as a personal assistant to one of the partners in a big law firm and while Kevin, her boss, is a generally nice guy, he can be a pain in the ass when he's under a time crunch. Probably the fact that he's a junior partner and still trying to climb the ladder at the firm. She was tired, a little frazzled by his attitude, but we still found the desire to make love that night.
Saturday was nothing special. Not bad, but she was not playful when I tried to peek under her robe at breakfast and seemed to have lost the excitement of her experience of Thursday afternoon. Chores were done, the kids played with, and meals served. She can be passive-aggressive when she's avoiding things she doesn't want to deal with, and that night told me she had to do some work on the computer as I was heading up to shower.
I have learned after some years that that meant she was going to stay up until I fell asleep, she didn't want to have sex but didn't want a discussion about it. Even though I had avoided talking fantasy stuff after our Friday morning fling where she'd been very open talking about her feelings, even ending with the declaration that I was going to pick her undies for the next treatment session. We'd laughed and kissed and talked about me selecting various of her sexy panties, or none at all! She seemed open and comfortable with everything.
Sunday we had a beach party in the afternoon. Family and friends gathering for the sixth birthday of my cousin's daughter. The boys were bouncing off the walls with excitement, in their swimsuits at breakfast. Pam seemed fine too, but when we were getting ready she put on shorts instead of a swimsuit. Normally she put on a one-piece suit for the beach, and occasionally I could talk her into a two piece, not that you could really call it a bikini.
"You not swimming?" I asked as casually as possible. I was really hoping she'd be willing to put on the two-piece. Pam has the finest ass of all the women in the family. A gorgeous curved masterpiece of firm, sensuous muscle that drew the eye from a hundred yards. My brothers and cousins all agreed. After last Thursday's escapade, I had thought she might want to show a bit more skin; I'd told her often how nice the two-piece looked on her.
"No, not today," she'd replied absently as she pulled on a pair of shorts over some plain black cotton panties.
The party went fine, the boys had a great time and ate too much cake and soda, and I watched the other women chatter and mingle in their suits, imagining Pam in something skimpy and capturing everyone's full attention.
"Babe, I'm sorry about the party," Pam said as she stepped out of the shower later that night. "I just didn't want anyone asking about these bruises," she said, turning her right leg out to reveal two tiny spots on her upper thigh, about six inches down from her dark bush.
A grin crossed my face. "What bruises?"
She rolled her eyes. "I think people would have noticed, I wasn't going to be naked, you know."
"I didn't say I wanted you naked. And if anyone said anything you could have just told them the truth."
Pam snapped, "I don't want anyone to know."
I shook my head. "I thought you were getting this crap done so you could wear swimsuits and not worry about some discolored veins showing," I said perhaps more harshly than I intended.
The fierceness in her eyes contrasted with the delicate beauty of my bride nude before me, splendid and truly lust-worthy.
"I'm getting this done so I feel better about me. So I CAN be more confident and so I CAN wear sexy things for you and not worry about having old lady legs," she sighed.
"Friday you wanted me to take pictures at the doctor's. You said you wanted that, to post them after this next treatment. For me to decide how much you should show..."
"Yes, you dumb shit. Pictures at the doctor's office, of my panties, stupid, not my face. Only you and my OB could maybe identify me, not the entire family!" Pam scolded me. "You're the one always telling me how beautiful this thing is," she gestured to her bared treasure.
I laughed. "It is a gorgeous pussy, a perfect pussy." My laughter was not appreciated.
"Pam, I.... last week was the most amazing, sexiest thing I have ever witness. I never considered that having another man see your body would make me so hot. But I do want to show you off, and I really got the feeling that you liked it too. No one would have noticed you bruises today. All the guy love your ass, that's what they'd have been looking at," I confessed with unfiltered honesty.
Pam slumped and sat on the toilet, the towel draped over her lap. "I know all the guys would have been looking at my bottom, and even if they'd noticed the bruises it would have been nothing. They'd have been looking, like all of you guys do, to see more, at whether the suit was askew or if a nipple had slipped out. I know that. All women know that. Maybe I ...I wouldn't mind, once these veins are gone. They really bug me, Steve."
I had apologized then, said I didn't realize how important this was to her. She admitted it turned her on incredibly to be exposed, and that she was struggling to understand that. We'd made love, slowly, comfortably as long-married folks do. We hadn't talked about the doctor's visit at all since.
"Hey you," I called to Pam as she pulled up next to me in the parking lot. She'd moved the rest of her appointments, at least those scheduled as of the last visit, to 4pm, the last of the day. And she'd booked all those afternoons to get off from work at 3, so there would be no problems. I wondered what was ahead.
"How you doing?" I asked as I opened her door.
Her smile was bright, full of energy. "I have to pee. Let's go right in so I can use the bathroom before I check in." I wondered if nervousness was good or bad. I had no idea where this was headed, what she'd decided. But she did seem upbeat.
She didn't wear them often, but today she was wearing a skirt; a pretty A line in deep blue that came to just below her knees. Proper for work, yet not overly formal.
She came out of the bathroom, checked in and sat on the small sofa where I had planted myself. She didn't say anything but took l my hand in hers and squeezed. I could feel her shaking.
"You ready, Mrs. Marino?" Bree asked cheerfully opening the inner office door. Pam nearly jumped.
