As I dressed, I noticed that my clit was so swollen by the doctor's treatment that, looking in the mirror, I could see it like a little mountain peak protruding. This was new. As I pulled up my panties and my clit rubbed against the silky softness and tiny sensations surprised me. Every step brough tingles.
Dr. Touchstone was busy at her desk as I walked by her office door and then into the reception area. Thomas looked up, "I hope your treatment is starting well," he said.
Looking at this handsome young man, I paused a moment so that my clitoris rubbing my panties would not make me have another orgasm. "Yes, indeed," I said, too embarrassed to say more. Within the past hour, he had seen me naked, looked directly at my pussy, my husband ejaculated in front of Dr. Touchstone, rubber penises had been inserted into my pussy, and the doctor induced me into a massive orgasm. "Yes, indeed," I said. "The treatment seems very effective."
I paused and said to him, "Sorry about my husband."
Thomas answered, "That's okay, we don't mind. He's not the first to ejaculate involuntarily. It happens sometimes." Then he smiled and told me, "At least it wasn't much."
I raised an eyebrow, and he clarified, "Your husband, he didn't produce much to clean up."
"Oh," I replied, "I didn't know."
Thomas told me, "Not all clients bring their husbands, and not all husbands ejaculate. I guess some have more control. But when they do, let's just say that bigger ones, bigger that your husband, can produce much much more."
In my mind, I imagined a bigger cock shooting a load for Dr. Touchstone. Did Thomas know he was being naughty? Did he know I was in a weakened state and he was practically talking me into having an orgasm in the waiting room?
I changed the subject, and asked, "Is Dr. Touchstone's practice busy?"
He told me, "Oh, yes, after new clients like you are here for the five-day assessment, we encourage them to schedule regular monthly visits. Some come more often." He looked at his scheduling page, "Let's see, today we have two of the monthly clients this afternoon. We're quite full for the next six months. But we always accommodate requests if we can."
"Thank you, Thomas," I said, knowing that I should leave before I embarrassed myself. As I walked to my car, I thought, "What? I just said thank you to a young man who had seen my pussy?" I was thanking him?
Driving home was difficult. Each time my legs moved to change gears or braked, I felt the continuing effects of the treatment. I tried to be careful as I drove home with a smile on my face.
As the day ended, I thought about poor Ray. He would be home soon from work, and what would I say to him? Would he be embarrassed or upset?
He came home a bit later than usual. I asked, "Hi, dear, how was work today?"
He avoided making eye contact, and answered, "Routine." Then he added, "Except for the morning."
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked him.
"Not really," he said. We ate dinner almost in silence, not saying much.