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.