This is the first of a collection of stories in the life after divorce of John Wenchman. John is a submissive man that allows a group of females to use him to fulfill their sexual fantasies.
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Here I sit, in the UGG Endoscopy Center waiting room. I am 50 years old, awaiting my first ever colonoscopy.
Just like the anticipated procedure I felt my life has been really shitty.
Let me introduce myself. My name is John Wenchman, I have had your average life so far. Graduated from high school, straight to a factory job, promptly married quickly followed with two kids. Yes, a pretty normal life. My only difficulty, and I hate to admit it, I suffer from a very passive personality, as a result, over the years a great many folks have taken advantage of me.
I had very strict parents that were not hesitant with disciplining their children (true spare the rod believers). I was the youngest of three, with two older sisters. As I grew older, more and more of the chores and punishments were diverted to me, and my sisters were allowed the freedom to do as they please.
My marriage was (in my opinion) a disaster. As the years progressed my wife took full advantage of my passive personality to control all aspects of the marriage. Where we lived, what I wore, what we ate, where we went out. Her control ultimately progressed to the bedroom as in when, how and the frequency I was allow to have my husbandly benefits.
She was the boss, the one who wore the pants so to speak. She raised the children. She controlled the finances; I was even placed on a small allowance. She made all the decisions.
I was passive enough for the children to use me to get whatever they wanted, with the wife's approval of course.
At work I was frequently exploited. For the bosses I was the go to guy, always giving me more responsibility but without the extra pay or any recognition. Coworkers knew if they needed help just ask 'Johnny Boy' and I would bend over backwards to help. If anything went wrong, I was sure to be blamed. I would seldom push back and just went with the flow.
Once the children when out into the world and we became empty nesters. My loving wife decided she needed a real man in her life, not the wimp she had. She claimed irreconcilable differences and got it all, the house and alimony to support her while she looked for a new husband. Four years later she is still looking.
Being controlled through the twenty plus years of marriage and over thirty years of employers and fellow workers telling me what to do I had been conditioned to do what I was told.
So yeah, I felt I had the shitty end of the stick, I was a rug.
Back to the clinic: It was late in the afternoon, I was the last patient on the schedule.
A smiling, slightly overweight, but attractive Hispanic, nurse in her mid- 20s escorted me back to an exam room. I watched her wide hips sway as she walked down the hallway. She handed me one of those blue paper gowns, you know the ones that display your ass to the general public.
Her friendly instructions were "Please remove all your clothing, including your underwear, placing everything in this bag. Then put on this hospital gown."
I quietly mumbled "more fodder for my CFNM fantasy," Thinking she wouldn't hear or even understand what CFNM meant. But, to my surprise she quickly responded "Really, in that case you won't need this" giggling as she placed the paper gown back in the cabinet. Still smiling she emphasized "just remove ALL you clothing and have a seat on the exam table."
Thinking 'why not' I went ahead and started undressing. At just over 6 feet and weighing around 200 pounds. I did not possess six pack abs or bulging muscles from spending time at the gym. Since the divorce I have attempted to run several miles every week for a cardio workout. As a result of good genetics and a physically demanding employment I was still in pretty good shape. I was not ashamed of my looks.
So, here I sit fully nude with goosebumps and a half hard penis. There was a knock on the door, only a second later the nurse entered. She was accompanied by another female.
"I hope you don't mind another nurse, she really wants to assist" as she smiles even bigger. "By the way, my name is Angela, this is Becky. She will take your vitals while I ask a few questions."
Angela stood about 5 1/2 feet tall and probably 150-160 pounds. In the scrubs she wore it was hard to get an accurate picture of her figure. Earlier, in the waiting room, I had observed, her ample breast, wide hips and bouncing butt. With her shoulder length dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail she was showing her round smiling face.
Becky was a little taller, but a lot slimmer. In baggy scrubs, it was hard to determine if she even had tits or an ass. Her long blond hair was in a single braid which hung most of the way down her back. Her large expressive eyes and full lips brought to mind someone who could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.
Angela's first question, as Becky took my pulse and blood pressure. "Have you ever received anal penetration?"
I truly thought about lying, but a sparkle in Angela's eyes perked my attention. "Yes" I replied.
"When and how often?" she inquired.
In my desire to fully disclose my "anal history" I explained that approximately five years ago "My Ex demanded we spice up our sex life" and looking directly into her eyes I added "She used me just about every day for close to a year."
Angela smile grew wide. "Other men?"
"No just toys and strap-on's, I'm not homosexual."
She continued asking a few more generic medical questions. Once finished with vitals and history pre-exam. Both ladies grabbed their stethoscopes and listened to my breathing. They then proceeded to thump my chest and push on my abdomen as medical people do, then felt the muscular tone of my legs, a fairly normal exam, but then they both started a rubbing and gently caressing me, it felt wonderful.
Angela became a bit more unconstrained and started to fondle my no longer uninterested male appendage.