Now that I am of a certain age, my gynecologist asked if I had sufficient vaginal moisture for comfortable intercourse. If needed, she recommended over the counter products, and she also mentioned a specialist in vaginal dermatology.
My doctor said it was a good idea to get ahead of things like this, and that it might be wise to visit the specialist. I told her that my sexual activity was a bit scant now, but she encouraged me, "Oh, a woman like you could enjoy sex for many more years, so don't count yourself out." And then, I think she winked at me.
Her words and wink made me think, why not? My doctor made the referral and called for an appointment for me. The process would be a five day series of visits, and on the first day I was to bring my husband for the initial assessment.
Ray, my husband, wanted to know why he needed to be there, since it required him to miss work that morning. "Evidently, since we're a couple, the therapist has questions for you as well as for me," I told him. Ray is a few years older than me and not aging gracefully, to say the least.
We arrived at the therapist's office and were greeted by her receptionist. The name on his desk nameplate just said "Thomas." He smiled and said, "Please be seated. I'll tell Dr. Touchstone you're here." Thomas was a younger man and not hard to look at.
Dr. Touchstone entered, "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Eagerton. Please come through." Dr. Touchstone's framed degrees hanging on the wall of her office attested to her training and qualifications.
The doctor shuffled papers on her desk, then said, "Your referral is for our routine assessment of vaginal moisture which could lead to recommendations for various supplements or treatments."
I nodded, "Yes, that's right." My frumpy husband stared out the window.
"First," she said, "I need your consent for the exam. Please review and sign this statement." She handed me a one-page form that contained a description of the procedure. She added, "Please note the penetration paragraph toward the bottom of the page."
My eyes widened as I read the statement, "Clients will experience vaginal penetration as part of the assessment. Client agrees to varying levels of penetration depending on the judgement and advice of the clinician."
I expected there would be an exam similar to standard gynecological procedures, so I was not surprised. But her calling my attention to penetration did get my attention.
The agreement also stated, "Husbands or sex partners agree to comply with reasonable requests for information." I showed this to him, and we both signed.
Dr. Touchstone spoke, "On this first day, we will conduct a routine exam using sensors to determine your vaginal moisture production. We will be better able to estimate your moisture capacity once we establish this initial base line."
This seemed reasonable.
She added, "Over the course of the week, we will use proven methods to improve vaginal comfort during intercourse. You can stop or we can adjust the treatments whenever you wish. Client satisfaction depends on your agreeable participation."
With that, Dr. Touchstone led us into her exam room The room had side chairs, an exam table, and a room curtain for privacy. "Please undress and wear this exam gown," she said to me, "And I'll return when you're ready." The exam gown was nicer than the usual doctor's office ones, longer and softer. More like a fancy hotel robe.
My husband watched while I stripped myself naked in front of him. I wasn't crazy about him being there during the assessment, but it was part of the treatment routine.
Dr. Touchstone knocked then entered the exam room. "Okay, Mrs. Eagerton, please hop up on the table for me." I slid into position and reclined while Dr. Touchstone extended the stirrups. She helped guide each of my legs into the stirrups. The robe fell away as she spread me and opened me for her exam. My husband watched as the therapist gained full access to my pussy.
"First," she said, "Just by a quick visual exam." She used a small comb to part my pubic hair and give her a clear view of my pussy. "Your labia are what I call a tight structure." She lubricated an ungloved finger and ran it gently over the closed lips of my vagina. "A closed structure means that your lips are touch tightly together instead of naturally parted by labia folds that protrude. It's nothing unusual. I'd say the vaginas of half of all women look like yours, and the others have varying levels of protruding secondary labia."
Her thumb and forefinger then carefully parted my pussy. "It is a bit unusual for a woman of your age to not have some distended labia, you know, from sexual activity over the years. Your vagina has the appearance of a teenager."
Ray was craning his neck to see what the doctor was doing. He was transfixed as he watched Dr. Touchstone touch my pussy.
The doctor pulled out a device with a slender metal probe. As she lubricated the probe, she said this would measure my vaginal moisture a moisture. Her fingers parted my pussy lips as she inserted the pencil-sized probe a few inches. "This needs to rest a few inches inside you, and it will take about five minutes to register accurately."
Dr. Touchstone then turned to my husband, "Speaking of inches, Mr. Eagerton, since you are the sex partner, we need to know how far your penis enters your wife during sex."
Ray looked surprised.
"What we need from you today is a measurement. Behind the curtain you will find a small table with measuring marks for centimeters and inches, both length and width. Please take your time to measure yourself, and then let me know the results."
She looked at me, and said, "This is better than guessing."
Ray looked shocked to be asked to measure his erection. He complained, "I don't know about this."
Before he could resist further, Dr. Touchstone said, "I can understand your reluctance, Mr. Eagerton, but I assure you this is for the benefit of your wife."
Poor Ray shook his head and walked behind the privacy curtain, saying, "I thought you were kidding me. I'll try."
The doctor said, "Once you get a proper erection, use the measuring table and give me the proper reading." Behind the curtain we heard Ray fumble with his trousers. The curtain did not reach the floor, and we both noticed when Ray's pants fell down around his ankles.
Dr. Touchstone marked her patient papers and checked to be sure that the device in my pussy was working properly. In about two minutes she called out to Ray, "Sir, how's it going? Are you done?"
Ray said, "Not yet."
Without asking, she stood and walked into the privacy area saying, "Here, let me help."
I could not see what was going on, but Ray gave a little surprised gasping sound. "You're getting there," she said. "Let's see if this won't help." I could only imagine what she was doing, but soon she said, "There, that's pretty good." She continued, "Let me put it here to get the proper measurement." I envisioned Ray's little dick being measured by the doctor.
"Okay, length is 4.5 inches, and width is about one inch." Then she said, "Let's remeasure just to be sure." There was silence for a few seconds I heard Ray moan, then she said, "That's okay. We'll clean it up."
Had my husband ejaculated in her office? Did the doctor watch my husband cum? I heard the sound of tissues being pulled from a box, and she said, "Take your time, and come out when you're ready."
