Thomas poked his head in the exam room door, "Good morning, doctor, sorry for my delay this morning." He saw me on the table, ready for his day's work as Dr. Touchstone prepared me. He smiled at Ray sitting in the corner, and said, "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Eagerton."
I reclined and let Dr. Touchstone remove my panties. She spread my legs carefully as my husband watched. I was already more than excited after hearing Dr. Touchstone explain what would happen soon. For warmth and modesty, a sheet was draped over my knees which only concealed my view of my own vagina. Everyone else could stare at it.
"I'll get ready," Thomas said, and left the room.
"Mrs. Eagerton," the doctor said, "I have reviewed your results this week and noticed that your vaginal cavity appears to be deeper than usual. This means that you may be able to accommodate greater depth of penetration than most women."
The doctor nodded to her assistant Richard. "Men with exceptional penises are often unable to achieve full penetration. They must be courteous and satisfied with partial entry. It's just a fact of life."
Richard nodded, "Sadly, it's true."
"We'll be careful," the doctor said. Then she looked at Ray and said, "But you may be able to accommodate much larger penises than you are used to."
Ray looked nervous. Then the doctor said, "Not that you would want to, but just so you know our professional opinion."
After days on her exam table with her assistants taking liberties with me, I began to wonder what business the doctor was actually in. A clinic for vaginal moisture that invites husbands to watch as their wife's pussy is stretched and measured, and a final day of penetration with a young man's enormous cock while hubby watches? What kind of business model was this?
I would find out later, but just then the door opened. Thomas entered now dressed in medical scrubs with a jacket with his name embroidered over the pocket. Very professional looking.
The doctor touched the sides of my pussy and spread my lips for her moisture wand. "Excellent, you'll need no added lubricant." She looked at Thomas and told him, "But prepare as usual."
He nodded, smiled, and removed his pants.
I thought I was prepared for something special, and I was not disappointed. Our eyes feasted on his thick pink elephant cock arching out like the curve of a waterfall. When he turned to open a drawer his cock swayed left and right. It was huge already but not erect.
Ray and I watched him squeeze gel into his palm then slather it up and down his cock. His bell head flanged out and made a wide ridge. Admiring his cock head, I remembered the doctor's description of being flooded by his cum. A wave of desire overcame me.
This dick was clearly superior to any of the diloes the doctor and her staff had used on me, and I wondered if I could take his thickness. Then I remembered Dr. Touchstone describing the feel of a real penis, its warmth and pliability. I wondered how it would feel to hold his cock in my hand and squeeze it. Would it feel soft? Even though he was about to fuck me with it, I felt shy about asking to touch it.
Thomas approached my husband, his cock swinging, and said, "Mr. Eagerton, thank you for being here today. I know it means a lot to your wife."
Ray stared at the big dick in front of him, then shook hands with his wife's penetrator.
Pulse and pressure sensors were attached to my arm, then the doctor said, "Okay, Thomas, step over."
He unbuttoned his lab jacket, showing off taunt chest muscles. Down below his cock was growing larger as he approached my spread legs. He smiled at me and said, "I always look forward to Fridays."
Without touching himself, I watched Thomas' big cock get more and more erect as he stepped between my legs. I wondered how he did it. Did he get such an erection just by looking at my pussy? He stroked his cock once applying lubricant, but his pendulum still swung limp and long when he shook hands with my husband. Was anticipation of penetrating me enough to make him hard. Or was he getting hard because my husband was watching?
Thomas removed the drape over my knees so that I could see better, then stepped closer. Looking down, I watched as his cock got closer and closer. If my pussy lips could speak, they would be begging Thomas to fuck me.
His cock made slight contact with my pussy. I held my breath, waiting for a thrust. Then, the doctor stopped us, "Wait!" she said, "Don't forget the measurement marks."
Thomas smiled, "Oh, right." His cockhead stopped kissing my pussy, and he stepped over to the cock measuring table they used on my husband on Monday. Now it was next to Ray's chair. Thomas rested his heavy penis on the table, just a few feet from my husband's face.
"Do you want Mr. Eagerton to do it?" Thomas asked.
The doctor answered, "That may be too much to ask. Here, let me." She stepped to the table, pressed Thomas's cock flat on top of the measuring lines. I couldn't see from where I was, but later Ray confirmed that it was just under nine inches long.
Starting at the tip, Dr. Touchstone inked a mark every inch. To get past his mushroom, she had to go two inches to make her first mark, then, as my husband watched, she ticked off inch markers along the top of Thomas's long cock. The doctor explained, "Just so we know depth."
The doctor removed her hand from her assistant's cock and it sprung upward, waving slightly as he stepped back into position between my legs. When he was almost nine inches from my pussy, I felt his cock kiss my pussy again. "Whenever you're ready," the doctor said. Thomas's cock was sending chills through me. I tried to control myself, At this moment, the tension was so strong that I was surprised that I didn't lose consciousness.
That's when we heard Ray shout then moan. I looked over and was sure he had cum in his pants. Ray's face was red, and his breathing was audible.
"Did you soil yourself," the doctor asked. "He must be enjoying this." She smiled, "Every husband enjoys this part, but we've never had one cum that soon and with his pants on."
Thomas had turned around. Ray panted looking at the enormous cock that was going to slide into his wife. Ray stared at it and moaned. Dr. Touchstone took Ray behind the curtain to help him clean up. I heard her say, "Here's let's get those pants down, Mr. Eagerton."
Ray moaned a few more times. Was she milking him? Squeezing more cum out of him? From behind the curtain she said, "Just hold on for a minute."
Thomas turned back to face me. I saw cum dibble from his cock. A bubble appeared that got heavy and drooled down, a thin strand of his cum held onto a drip as it plopped to the floor. Then his cockhead disappeared from my view as he brought it again to rest on the lips of my pussy. Thomas tilted his head back and forth and stretched his arms back over his head, with his cock aligned for penetration, and biding his time until my husband returned to watch.
The doctor led Ray back to his chair, but his pants were missing. His little cock was out. Dr. Touchstone said, "Relax while Thomas treats your wife, Mr. Eagerton. Feel free to touch yourself if you feel like it."
I noticed that Ray was still erect. After a climax, he always went limp. He was already erect again, and I suspected his excitement was about the same as mine.
The doctor stood next to me and looked down at her employee's big dick poised just barely knocking on the door of my pussy.
She said, "It might help if you look at your husband when Thomas enters. It will give you a comparison of large and small and how each makes you feel. This will be much better than using your imagination."
