"How in the holy hell did I let myself get talked into this?" I was thinking as the slightly heavy set 30 something lady left the room, closing the door.
"Take off everything from the waist down." She told me, not showing even the slightest sign of discomfort at the idea of being in a room with a naked male.
The naked male being me, of course.
Debra, my fun little Registered Nurse and wife had been playing with my stuff one evening, let's just say she does that quite a bit.
Can't say as I mind it, either.
But she stopped, making a face and stuck her finger in her mouth.
I had to giggle when after some effort, she dug out a pubic hair and held it up for me to see.
"Yuk!"
I started laughing.
"It's not funny, they keep getting stuck in my teeth." Debs complained.
"You aren't supposed to use your teeth!" I was still laughing.
"Well, why don't you try shaving it off?" She came right back at me.
"You want me to try and shave my balls?" I asked her. No way in hell was I going to to that, for one thing, it grows back in like a wire brush, and I get ingrown hairs, that hurts.
I did that once way back, the truth is it isn't easy. Men's balls are sensitive for one thing, and the skin is all wrinkled up so it's tough to get a close shave, and if you aren't careful you can end up with bandaids in a place you don't want any.
"Yes and your dick, too! That thing has these long curly hairs all over it." She was now holding me by the shaft, pointedly demonstrating the fact that I do have a rather heavy growth down there.
"Keep biting them off and pretty soon you will get all of them." I told her, my hips making a thrusting motion with a mind of their own.
Debs let go and went into the bathroom in disgust, I could hear her in there brushing her teeth.
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It was maybe 3 or 4 days later, I was outside trimming my prize Rose bushes, she came out and told me she was headed to town.
"OK." I said, not thinking anything of that.
Debs has a case of that common female disease, called "shopping-itus." You know what I mean, up and down every aisle in the store, inspecting every single item, comparing the price of each per ounce.
Which is fine with me as long as she doesn't make me go along because she can spend four hours getting a jug of milk.
She was back in less than two hours, nearly a record.
"Come in here, I want to show you something." I looked at her, she had one of those shit eating grins on her face.
In I went, I no more than got inside and she reached down and hiked up her dress.
Talk about balder than a billiard ball!
I grinned and reached for her, she ducked and headed for the bedroom with me hot on her heels.
Debs and I have one hell of a sex life considering that I am now 68 years old. By 68, men are supposed to be slowing down but Debra won't stand for that, she is always doing something to get me fussed up, this one was just another of those little incidents.
She does things like down in Reno where we got married she ran around the casino with no panties on, flashing me every chance she got.
I came up to the room once and she was sitting on the bed trying to find some loose stitch in her blouse that was poking her, her big round boobs hanging out in space.
A couple of guys across the way in another room were standing there watching her, she didn't seem to care but I could tell she was having fun because her nipples poke out when she gets fussy.
Yep, a little bit of an exhibitionist mixed in there, too.
Then she has a woman she works with, her name is July. I bet that is a fake name but then all of the nurses use fake names.
July does massage, nearly all of her customers are older men like me. She tries to help them with common problems, like it sometimes taking 20 minutes to take a leak, or the old root doesn't come up quite as well as one might hope.
Anyway, she booked July to come over and work with my prostate issues, think about that one for a minute.
July actually pulls on my old pecker with one hand while using her other hand to massage.....down THERE?
You know what I mean. The fact is that it helps some, too. I find myself not needing to head for the john to pee a tablespoon nearly as much.
And I have a wife that not only knows all about that but approves. But then she is a Doctor. I mean Registered Nurse. Geriatrics, too, so working with old men is just a normal day to her.
Not even a trace of jealousy or concern. I think it is because she has old guy's dicks in her hands all day every day at work.
I accused her of enjoying that part, remembering how we met. Yep, she ended up with my dick in her hands.
"You old farts will all stay at home and die if we don't do something to get you into the clinic! Besides, a good sperm sample can help us diagnose lots of problems." She told me, not a trace of bashfulness about that at all. Then she grinned at me and stuck out her tongue.
Debs doesn't actually do any of that part herself, she keeps a woman named Jennifer on staff.
I happen to know, since way back she came right into the room and yanked one of those samples out of me! And Debra of course knew all about it, then later after we hooked up she set me up with July and she knew all about that, too.
I suppose there is ethics in there and things like that, to be blunt Debs doesn't give a shit, she looks at the world and people as they are, not the way society seems to think they should be.
Lord I love that woman!
So yep. The waiting room at the clinic is always full of old coots.
Like me. And Debs way is lots better, none of this nonsense about doing thing we aren't supposed to.
Anyway, Debra's beaver was now bare and I have to say I liked that, so much so that we didn't really get into the why of anything until an hour or so later.
"Man, this is just like me getting some strange stuff!" I laughed at her. I was trying to get her to that point where she turns on the fire hose, lord can she gush if I get it just right.
I got sort of close, I think, because she turns all pink on her chest and belly when I do it right.
"I want you to get it done, too." She told me as she lay there later with her head on my chest.
"Get what done?" I asked, kind of knowing.
"Get all of that hair off!"
"You want me to shave my dick? I already told you, I don't....?" I started to say.
"No, not shaved. Get yourself waxed." She grinned.
"Waxed? What in the hell is that?" I had heard a little bit about things like that but it's what gay guys do, not old men like me.
I am not about to ever put on one of those silly thong bottoms, either, so what's the point?
Well, maybe around the house when I do one of my little strip tease dances for Debs. You guys don't need to know about that stuff though.
There was more conversation but you get the drift.
When Debs gets an idea in her head it's best to just go with the flow.
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I stood there, having serious reservations about this. Debs was sitting out in the waiting room reading a book when the lady named Charlene came to get me.
I know why Debs insisted on being there, too.
She knew damn good and well I would chicken out.
Probably sneak off and head out onto the jetty to go fishing, I mean, down to the dock to go fishing, Debra won't let me go out onto the jetty any more.
I am sticking to that story, anyway.
Now I was stuck in this little room, looking with suspicion at the table, a roller cart alongside with stainless steel pans, some tools and what looked like tape of some kind.
It did look a bit medical in there, not what I expected at all.
"Ready?" The lady knocked on the door.
"Just a minute." I answered back. Hell, I still had my pants on.
Sighing, I took them off, slid my briefs down my legs.
I felt completely ridiculous standing there with just my shirt on, but I got up on the table, doing my best to tug my shirt down to cover myself up.
Then I started getting a stiff one, I couldn't help it.
Hell, I didn't know this Charlene woman from Adam. Yea, I have been naked in front of the nurses, that bunch down there at the clinic seem to enjoy us standing around with our peckers hanging out.
Still. Naked, dick right out there, in front of a complete stranger, fully dressed?
A bit disconcerting. With half a hard on, she sure as hell was going to think I was some kind of pervert.
"Ready?" She knocked again.
"I guess so." The woman came in, looked at my lower body for a second and then busied herself doing something on the cart next to the table.
"First we will give you a complete wash. Lie back and pull your shirt up, please." She smiled.
Think about that one, guys. You get told to pull up your shirt in front of a total stranger?
Middle aged female stranger, me with no pants on?
I sighed, tugged up my shirt.
"Why don't you just go ahead and take it off? It's a nice shirt, I don't want to get any of this stuff on it." She smiled some more at that.
What the hell. My cock and balls were already hanging out in view, I might as well. I took off the shirt, leaned back naked as a jaybird except for my socks.
"You really do have a lot of hair there." She said, then she plastered me with some type of wet sloppy soap.
"This will soften the hairs and remove any bacteria." She told me as she began to wash me completely.
