Though many years have passed, my gyn fantasies continue to ignite my erotic imagination just as they did when I was a girl. No longer an innocent college freshman, now married, and my sexual experience broadened. But I still enjoy lying there on the exam table and anticipating the handsome Gyn's hands palpitating my breasts. Today was no exception. I had gone directly from work to the doctors and now was returning home, replaying the exam in my mind as I drove. I dress up nicely for work and I dress particularly nicely for my doctor. I was still dolled up as I returned home. I had even put my pantyhose back on after the exam. What's more, Dr. G. usually stays in the room typing his notes as I get dressed after the exam. We have that kind of close relationship. He looked up as I stripped off the exam gown, pulled my panties off the little hook on the door, inspected them for moisture, and decided to roll them up in my purse. Then I wanted to give him a little treat. I grabbed my pantyhose, hopped back up on the exam, and pulled my hose over my outstretched legs so my toes were within a foot of him face. I knew he would remember that view and hoped he would think about it often.
As I drove home, I remembered with a slight pang that my husband was at home today. I was more than a little disappointed since I had been looking forward to stretching out on my bed and replaying the exam in my mind, but this time with my fingers sliding under my pantyhose. Sometimes I enjoy the post-exam fantasies more than the actual exam. I resented my husband's presence intruding on my fantasy with Dr. Gregory.
"Your home early dear," my husband called out as if on cue.
I let him kiss me on the cheek and pursed my lips in a calculated smile. "Dr.'s appointment this afternoon dear." I figured I'd come home right afterwards."
He followed me upstairs and asked politely if everything checked out OK. I thought I'd tease him a little bit so I didn't answer right away. I kicked off my shoes and lay down on the bed. I propped my head up on a couple of pillows and put my hands under my head so that would push out my breasts a little. I rubbed my feet together so the nylon's chatter and would grab his attention. I had his attention. He stood in front of me, staring at my legs.
"Oh you know, I replied. "He said my breasts felt fine, no lumps, at least none that he could feel. But I need to wait for the results of the Pap smear." He stood staring at me, doe-eyed. "Are you imagining me laid out on the exam table dear?" I asked. I had him.
He blushed, "No, no, dear, just staring at you, seeing how pretty you are lying there." However, he timidly said, "Could I ask you something dear. Are you a little turned on when the doctor touches you?"
That was my opening. I had the opportunity to transition from being cheated out of my private fantasy into a new one with my unsuspecting husband playing a little role. I was looking forward to turning him on with the story of another man touching me and making me feel aroused. I wondered how he would react.