I walked into the house after a long day of work to find my wife Jackie waiting for me on the couch. She was a little more dressed up than usual, and her brunette hair was perfectly styled. Her outfit wasn't going out to dinner level, but certainly more than lounging around the house attire. She looked delicious.
"Hey, baby. You look great. What's up?" I asked.
She stood up and said, "Get in the shower. You have a doctor's appointment."
"What?" I asked, punctuating it with an incredulous chuckle. "It's eight o'clock. The clinic closes at seven."
"I know," she said while putting her hands on her hips. "I'm tired of that excuse, so I arranged for you to have an after-hours appointment. It's someone new. Now go, and don't try to stall, or I'll come drag you out of the shower by your dangly bits."
I knew that tone of voice well enough to understand the threat was real. As little as I wanted to go, I knew there was no getting out of it. "I'll go get some clean clothes."
"I'll do that. In the shower, mister."
I sighed, nodded, and headed for the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door open and close in the middle of my shower. When I got out, my carefully folded clothing was waiting on the far edge of the sink counter. By the time I toweled dry and dressed, my wife was waiting by the door with her purse in hand.
She said, "I'm driving, because I know where we're going, and you don't."
"Okay."
Jackie rolled her eyes and groaned. "Oh, don't look so glum. I think you'll feel a lot better once it's over."
With that, she opened the door, and we climbed into the car. It took about ten minutes to reach the suburbs, and she turned into a small parking lot not long after. The sign said
Dr. Washington, general practitioner,
and had all the usual information. The office was obviously a house that had been converted from the looks of it. There was only one other car in the parking lot, and I didn't see anyone through the windows of the lobby.
We walked up to the door, and my wife knocked. A moment later a door opened, and my eyes went wide.
God damn,
I thought as I beheld who I assumed was Dr. Washington. She was gorgeous with her mocha colored skin and long, straightened hair. The blue-green lab coat she was wearing couldn't hide the swell of her tits, which jiggled hypnotically as she walked toward us. Her skirt hid nothing of her incredible legs from a couple of inches above the knee down to her flats.
The doc unlocked the door, and then held it open for us to enter.
"So, this is our reluctant patient?" she asked as we stepped inside and she locked the door.
My wife smiled, and laughed. "Yes. Thanks for making time for us."
"It's my pleasure." She then turned to me and said, "I'm Doctor Christine Washington."
I shook her hand when she extended it. "Vic Adams."
Christine said, "I have something I need to finish, but I'll show you to the exam room. You can go ahead, get undressed, and put on the gown. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, and we'll get started."
Alarm bells went off in my head when she said that. I'd already swelled to about half hardness between how sexy she was, and catching a whiff of her perfume. Seeing her incredible ass in that skirt peeking out from below the lab coat didn't help matters when she gestured for us to follow, even though I wisely only looked for a fraction of a second.
We passed through the door she'd entered the lobby through, and it looked like any other doctor's office. The level of conversion was almost disconcerting with how much it differed from the building's exterior. A few steps later, the doc pushed open a door to an exam room. I followed my wife inside, and bent my will to talking down my half an erection.
Jackie sat down in a chair situated in the corner, and then waved her hand in an impatient gesture.
I started undressing, and the bout of nerves thankfully helped my dick droop.
Jackie warned, "You better hurry up, if you don't want her to walk in on you bare-assed."
That was sufficient encouragement for me to finish stripping and put on the gown. My wife rose to tie it in the back, and then resumed her seat. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door, and Christine pushed it open a crack to ask, "Ready?"
"Mmm hmm, come on in," Jackie answered.
The doctor handed my wife a clipboard and said, "If you don't mind filling out the paperwork, I'll go ahead and get started." She then gestured toward a set of scales, and picked up a tablet.
I walked over and stepped on the scales, which were an old time set with the weights. After adjusting them into balance, she said, "That's a nice healthy weight for a man your age. Good job." She then glanced over her shoulder and asked, "Or should I be directing that praise your way?"
Jackie chuckled. "He doesn't do too badly."
Christine chuckled as well, recorded my weight on her tablet, and then pulled up on the bar for the height measurement. That too found a data entry slot. I sat down on the exam table when she directed me to, and the examination continued. The table felt like it was set really low to me, compared to what I was used to. The doc performed all the usual tests, and it was perfectly routine other than the fact I was being examined by an incredibly sexy black woman.
I was doing fairly well until she went to check the glands in my neck. I found myself staring straight into the hint of cleavage sticking out of her top above those big, round tits. Once again, I was in a battle of will versus nature, even though I almost immediately closed my eyes.
"So far, so good," Christine said when she stepped back. "Do you have any complaints? Aches? Pains? Unusually shaped skin blemishes? Weak urine flow?"
I shook my head. "Not really. I'm always a little sore after work, but it's nothing I can't handle."
"That's good," she said while tapping away on her tablet. When she finished, she sat it down on the counter and asked, "Any trouble achieving or maintaining an erection?"
