In my last submission, I mentioned that there were two incidents at the office that pushed our exploits substantially further. Although neither incident was really planned in any way, the second incident took a decidedly different turn. To put it simply, we nearly got caught. From a logical standpoint, that was not all that surprising. The risk was there.
Our first incident had definitely increased the heat of our adventures by adding the elements of fantasy and role-playing to our sexual life. It may sound strange to a lot of people that these were not part of our lovemaking before this point, but it really had a lot to do with Katie's insecurities. The idea that I may be turned on by imagining her to be someone or something other than what she really was did not appeal to her. To her, it was literally like I was telling her that I wanted her to act like this other person because I desired them more than I did her. Any attempts at sexual fantasy were met with suspicion. It took me quite some time to even begin to realize where she was coming from on this matter. Even once I understood her thoughts, I could not seem to explain my view of the situation in a way that she understood enough to trust me, so the whole issue of sexual fantasies was something that got dropped. Issues like this were what brought us to the point we were at that night at the restaurant. What started at the point of not being able to communicate our thoughts and feelings to each other eventually turned into resentment that the other person seemed to not feel that those thoughts and feelings were important.
To make a simple illustration, take the example of my possibly suggesting a little fantasy involving Katie being a waitress and coming out and serving me in some skimpy little outfit, it develops into licking food off of each other's bodies, and ends up having sex on the dining room table or kitchen counter. However, when I present my little idea to Katie, her first thought is that there is some cute waitress somewhere that I have my eye on and I'll be thinking of her instead of Katie while we play this little fantasy out. So there is an argument and hard feelings. I feel that I have been turned down for suggesting something fun and playful that we can share. Katie feels that there is someone else that I desire more than her and that I am trying to coax her into some sort of game so that I can play out my fantasies about this other woman. Chances are that it does not end there. The next time I take Katie out to dinner, if I seem to be too friendly with the waitress Katie's suspicions are aroused. Perhaps Katie accuses me of flirting with the waitress, but maybe nothing is even said. Either way, Katie does not enjoy the dinner and is upset. I pick up on her mood and to me it seems like once again I try to do something nice (take her out to dinner) and she is upset with me. I withdraw from her because it seems that I cannot do anything right. She sees my detachment as one more sign that I don't desire her and the whole things continues to escalate. This is the vicious cycle that we were in.
However, for some reason that first incident at the restaurant sparked some element between us that said we both valued the relationship and needed to find some way to make it work together. A benefit of the discussions between us that followed was that as we began to understand where each other was coming from. Katie began to see the possibilities of me being turned on not by me imagining her to be someone else, but by what she herself may imagine her to be. She began to see that it was an active role, a story created by the two of us, rather than merely a passive role to force herself into being something else that I desired her to be. Although this may be an unorthodox method, taking active control of your life is an essential part of building self esteem and self worth.
I found some extra excuses to go in to the office in the evening more often and Katie would always tag along. The first noticeable change was in our dress. Katie was first to ditch the jeans and sweatshirts, opting at first just to leave on what she had worn to work rather than changing into something more comfortable for the evening. As I caught on to her intent, I began to stay dressed for work as well.
It made sense for our role playing to start out with the office setting theme. While I worked on the server, Katie would sit at my computer. She was not as quick to get naked, but worked on developing the fine art of flirting. She'd unbutton a few more buttons on her blouse than was proper, exposing glimpses of lacy bras or bare breasts. After a few episodes of this, I began to notice that she must have acquired some new clothes. Still along the lines of what she would wear to work, but the blouses were more sheer and the skirts and dresses were shorter. She'd wear a sheer blouse with no bra underneath, making it quite clear as to why she felt that she needed to wear a bra to her office to remain proper. Her pert little nipples poked out quite clearly. She'd wear her short skirts without any panties and make it a point to stand and bend over when she "accidently" lost a pencil or to get something out of the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet. Eventually she would come over to my chair and stand to talk to me, absentmindedly rubbing her leg and "accidently" pulling the hem of her dress up so that her pussy stared me in the eye. The game was that of the office affair, the guy fooling around with the female coworker. Sex was always quick lest "coworkers" caught us. I'd eat her out as she leaned against the desk or laid back on it. A couple times I'd drop my pants just enough to give it to her, both of us coming quickly. We'd save the slow, sensuous lovemaking for when we could take our time at home. It was all part of the roles that we were playing.
One day Katie took this a bit further. She had been out at a meeting late in the morning, so she decided to swing past my office to see me over lunch. I really did not give it a second thought other than to be pleasantly surprised when she walked through my office door slightly before noon. She was wearing a semi-typical business suit, dark skirt with dark nylons, and dress jacket. The skirt was not particularly short and the jacket was not particularly revealing, so nothing really alerted me that anything out of the ordinary was up. She told me that she had been in the area and figured that she would stop in and spend our lunch hour together. I gave her a quick kiss and told her that if she gave me a few minutes, I'd finish things up and then we could go out.
She took a seat in my spare chair while she waited. I was concentrating on my work for a few minutes, trying to get things finished up, and not really paying attention to her. When I finally glanced up at her for a moment she flipped her jacket open, having unbuttoned it while she was sitting there, to show me that she had nothing on underneath the jacket! Ok, fuck work, it could wait until after lunch. She had my full attention! Work, what work?
Knowing I was paying attention now, she pulled back both sides of her jacket further for me. Nobody else could see her unless someone came down the hallway, but it was still an incredible thrill to be seeing her like this in the middle of the day with the full office staff around us. Also, with the lunch hour only moments away nearly everyone on the second floor would be walking past my doorway to reach the stairs, adding a certain amount of risk to her actions. She slowly closed her jacket and almost silently mouthed the words to me, "No panties..." I gave her a slightly quizzical look, glancing down at her nylons, and said quietly, "Let me see..." She stood and gathered her jacket back around her. Reaching down, she lifted the hem of her skirt and slowly started drawing it up her legs. Despite drawing her jacket closed, bending over obviously caused it to gape open again, giving me a delicious view of her breasts once again.
Although I would never turn down a lady's offer to lift her skirt for me, I would prefer bare skin over nylons if given the choice. However, as she drew the skirt up her legs, I got another surprise as the tops of her stockings and then her garters came into view. Katie was just full of surprises, this being the first time I had ever seen her wearing stockings and garters.
Her bare breasts were forgotten entirely as I focused on the hem of her skirt as it slowly made its way up her legs. As the hem reached the tops of her thighs, she paused for a moment before drawing it up the rest of the way to expose her sweet pussy to my waiting eyes. She held her skirt up for me, exposing herself for a moment, before letting it fall once again. Straightening up, she buttoned her jacket together as well. All I could say to her was, "Wow!" She smiled at me as she finished straightening her clothing. Finally I found my voice again. "You are incredible, my love," I told her as her smile broadened. "I love you," I continued and she replied that she loved me. With that there was movement in the hallway as people started to leave their offices for lunch and the moment was broken.
I took a few moments to finish things up and collect my things. Also to let the rush of people get out of the office before I took Katie out to lunch. As I unlocked the car door and opened it for her, she took a quick look around and then pulled her skirt up around her waist to sit her bare ass on the seat and show off her garters and stocking tops. On the way to the restaurant I enjoyed myself, rubbing her bare leg above her stocking and just enjoying the view. At the restaurant, I went around to open her door for her and she rewarded me by taking her time getting out of the car, spreading her legs to the point that her glistening pussy lips began to spread open before she stood up and let her skirt fall back into place.
I always enjoyed getting together with Katie for lunch during the work week and that day was no exception. Of course, starting things off with her little exhibitionistic displays did not hurt the mood one bit. During our lunch, she took a couple opportunities to lean forward and let her jacket gape open so that I could see down it. With the way that we were flirting and given that both of us were wearing our wedding rings, I am sure that some people around us probably jumped to the conclusion that we were having an affair. It is a shame that society tends to believe that married people should not have so much fun!
It was after one o'clock by the time we finished up our lunch and paid our bill. I put in enough extra hours that the boss is not too concerned when I run a little late, though. At the car, Katie repeated her performance, pulling up her skirt to sit down on her bare ass. For the short drive, she also unbuttoned her jacket to let it open up. Frankly, I was surprised at her boldness. She left her jacket unbuttoned the whole way to the parking lot and I began to wonder how far she was going to take this. I parked in my usual space, somewhat away from the building and with several cars blocking the view. I got out and went around to her side to open her door for her. She repeated her previous display, slowly spreading her legs as she got out of the car to give me a good show of her pussy. Adding to it, once she was turned fully towards me with her legs spread wide, she lifted her hands to the lapels of her jacket and slowly drew it completely open. She held this pose, looking up at me with a mischievous and totally sexy grin on her face, until I finally reached down to run my hand over her breast. Finding her nipple, I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and then tugged gently on it, causing her to close her eyes and give a shudder. Reluctantly, she drew her jacket back around herself and fastened the buttons as she got out of the car, knowing that if she did not put an end to things we would probably end up going too far.
Katie followed me into the office, ostensibly to use the phone to call her office to let them know that she would be running late. She made her call, but as she went to leave she pushed the door closed. Flipping her skirt up in back and spreading her legs, she bent over to give me a wonderful view of her tight little ass and her pussy peeking through between her legs with her stockings and garters framing the view. "This will be waiting for you at home tonight, mister," she told me with a grin. Without giving me a chance to respond, she pulled her skirt back down, opened the door, and walked out without another look back.
True to her word, she was waiting for me when I got home, quite fortunately still dressed in her outfit from the day. I immediately talked her into removing her skirt -- leaving her in her jacket, stockings, and heels -- and kept her like that for the evening. The jacket was long enough to mostly cover her, but showed off the tops of her stockings and her garters. She looked quite sweet wandering around the house dressed up like that (Dressed down like that? Undressed like that?).
At dinner, she unbuttoned the jacket for comfort, giving a tantalizing view of her bare chest. She did not make the effort to pull the jacket apart, so I never did get a glimpse of an actual nipple or substantial portion of her breasts while we were eating. In a way, I found that more tantalizing. She was being completely natural and that is what I always found most sexy about her.
After dinner, she made no move to button her jacket back up, which left her pussy completely on display and would expose her breasts as she would bend over or move her arms. As we were finishing up, I could not take it any longer. She was standing at the kitchen counter and I reached my hand under the back of her jacket and eased it between her legs. I was greeted by a warm and wonderfully moist (although not incredibly wet) pussy.
As she stood there, finishing her cleaning up, she absentmindedly moved her legs apart, giving me better access to her treasure. I ran my finger along the folds of her slit, probing her gently until my fingertip found the nub of her clit. I felt her body give a little shudder and heard her slight intake of breath as my fingertip grazed across it. I contented myself with rubbing her nether lips some more for awhile, teasing her gently before I searched out her clit again. There was more firmness to it this time and I paused at it to rub it more directly this time. I was rewarded with another shudder and intake of breath. I eased my finger back down her slit, noting the growing wetness of her pussy, before returning to her clit once again to rub at it gently. This time I was rewarded with a small moan and Katie stopped her cleaning for a moment. Letting her finish up, I went back to gently rubbing her slit. When she was done, though, I probed against her little clit with a vengeance, rubbing it and feeling it harden beneath my finger.
With my other hand, I helped her slip her jacket off and bent her over the counter. I could imagine the cool surface pressing against her breasts. Her legs spread further apart, inviting me to do as I pleased. I continued to tickle her clit and rub at the folds of her pussy, her breathing was becoming heavier and she was beginning to let out little moans. When I slowly pushed my finger into her wet folds, she began to spasm and groan. I fucked her with my finger while rubbing her clit with my other hand, bringing her to orgasm.
As the tremors subsided, I did not give her much chance to recover. Lifting her onto the counter gently, I turned her over and got between her legs. I began by kissing the insides of her thighs, working my way up to kiss on either side of her pussy as well as her tummy. Slowly I worked my way in towards my target. I gently kissed along her labia, feather touches, knowing how sensitive she was after her first orgasm. Finally I allowed my tongue to find her clit and gently made love to it with my mouth, kisses and gentle caresses of my tongue and lips. I could sense her tension building once again and gently inserted my finger into her, rubbing inside of her with one finger while using the knuckle of the next finger to rub between her vagina and asshole. Combined with my gentle eating of her clit and she began to orgasm for a second time, moaning and gasping for breath, heaving her hips off of the countertop towards my face.
As she recovered, I gently lifted her from the counter, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her head fell to my shoulder, almost sleepily, as I carried her to the bedroom. I gently laid her down on the bed and quickly undressed myself. I leaned down to kiss her before getting between her legs once again. I tenderly licked and caressed her to one more orgasm before pulling myself up and easing down onto her. She wrapped her legs around me as I kissed at her neck and rubbed our naked bodies together. I spoke to her softly of my love for her and how beautiful she was between the kisses, letting her know that all that she did for me, all of my crazy desires that she indulged, everything about her only heightened my love and desire for her. I licked at her nipples and kissed the underside of her breasts.
My body was between her legs, but I had not yet entered her. We maintained that embrace for some time before I turned my attention to joining our bodies. I began by only rubbing my member along the wet folds of her sex. I could almost feel the hardened nub of her clit as the head of my penis rubbed against it. I could feel the shock run through her as our two bodies met at their most sensitive junction. It was almost as if my penis plowed through the folds of her. I could feel their hot wetness glide open as I slid between them, as they wrapped around the lower half of my rigid tool. Both of our bodies were sweated from the exertion and desire, our breath coming in pants. It was entirely by accident that I finally slipped inside her as I tried to drag out our foreplay for as long as I could. We both cried out as my penis plunged into the hot wet depths of her and I collapsed onto her at just the joy of our final joining.
In time I raised myself from her and slowly began to piston in and out of her. I continued to kiss her neck and the top of her chest as well as her lips as I told her of my love for her and slowly fucked her. I could feel the warm heavy feeling in my groin and knew that I would not last much longer. As she felt me begin to spasm, she wrapped her legs and arms around me, drawing me to her and grinding me deep into her. As I shot into her, it sent her over the edge for her fourth orgasm of the evening. Exhausted, I collapsed onto her once again. All was silent except for the sound of our ragged breaths and the pounding of our hearts.
In time, I kissed her once again. Sleepily, she asked if I was ready to go at it again. We both laughed. For once in our relationship, I think that she was as worn out as I usually was by the experience. Most of the time it gives her a second wind. She is ready to go out and party the night away while I feel as though I have run a marathon. We disentangled ourselves and took a moment to go to the bathroom to clean up a bit before returning to bed for the night. We lay together, nestled against each other's naked body and quickly fell asleep.
The outfit of garters and suit jacket played a role in our after hours office exploits for awhile after that. Katie added a matching shelf bra to the ensemble that exposed her nipples and most of the upper portion of her breasts. She did not need the bra for support, but explained that just as the garters framed and presented her bare pussy with no panties the bra was meant to draw further attention to her bare breasts and I had to agree to her. Somehow, the bra made her seem more exposed than if she had been totally bare breasted. It is true that a barely clothed body often can be more sexy than a totally naked one. The minimal clothing only serves to draw even more attention to the parts that are exposed.
As we became more comfortable with these role playing games that we played, we talked more about our fantasies. As I had said, two thing that came up after the whole incident in the bathroom were my desire to watch something slowly penetrate my beautiful little wife and also the thought that this had been the first time other than her gynecologist that someone had the chance to scrutinize her pussy so carefully. We could have played with these new avenues at home, but it just seemed that the office could more easily be turned into a "doctor's office" for an evening and add to the excitement.
Even before we actually went through with our games at the office, we had a lot of fun just talking over scenarios. Too bad that our games were private. Katie got me incredibly hard one evening discussing an idea that she had about our pending doctor games. She gave me a very detailed description of a daydream she had earlier in the day about what could happen.
She was in the waiting room of her doctor's office. Several other women were waiting as well, a couple with their husbands along with them. Katie was wearing her jacket, garter, and bra ensemble. Her jacket was buttoned and she was keeping her legs crossed, but she was still showing a lot of thigh and skin from her neck down her chest to between her breasts. She had checked in with the receptionist and then taken a seat and was flipping through a magazine as she waited. After awhile, a nurse came out and said that she needed a bit of preliminary information before the doctor would see her. The nurse directed Katie over to one corner of the room where there was a scale along with a small desk and a couple of chairs. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that at most offices these things are not done out in the waiting room. Katie was asked to step onto the scale and her weight was recorded. She was then told to take a seat and the nurse would take her vital signs.
The nurse started by putting a thermometer in her mouth and then taking her wrist to check her pulse. The pulse was recorded and then the thermometer was removed and that information was recorded as well. The nurse then pushed up Katie's sleeve and fitted her with the blood pressure collar. Pushing up the sleeve caused her jacket to bunch a bit in the front. Not much, but enough that her bra between her breasts came into view. None of the other people in the waiting room, women or men, acted as though this was anything out of the ordinary. A couple of them glanced her way as the procedure progressed, more out of their own boredom as they waited than in any real interest in Katie. Curiously, this disinterested perusal was more of a turn-on for Katie than if they had been more actively checking her out.
With the blood pressure finished, the nurse asked Katie to unfasten the buttons on her jacket so that she could listen to her heart. As the nurse put the ear pieces of the stethoscope in place, Katie slowly unfastened each of the buttons. Again, it was a bit odd for the nurse to be doing this out in the waiting room, also that the nurse was doing it rather than the doctor, but Katie played along. The nurse was discreet, gently slipping her hand with the stethoscope under the lapel of Katie's jacket to listen to her heart. She moved the cold instrument several times, listening intently each time and telling Katie to breath. Several times the motion of her hand caused it to brush against Katie's nipples, bringing them to erection. The other people in the waiting room all continued to act as though this was completely normal, turning Katie on more with each moment.
Katie was disappointed when the nurse finished and told her that she could button her jacket again, but a thrill went through her when the nurse pulled another thermometer out of a container on the desk and said to her, "I'll just need a vaginal temperature and we're all done." She had Katie turn towards her and spread her legs. With the layout of the room and the direction that Katie was facing meant that none of the other people could see anything, but her heart pounded at the thought of the nurse probing her nether regions with a thermometer as several complete strangers sat within sight of her, knowing exactly what was happening to her. The thin cool rod of the thermometer penetrated her and the nurse watched the seconds go by on her wristwatch. After a few moments she removed the thermometer and noted the temperature on Katie's chart. "All done!" the nurse told her with a smile. "You can have a seat, the doctor will be with you in a moment." Katie went back to the main part of the waiting room and her magazine. She kept glancing at the other people to see what their reactions were to sharing this intimate episode with her. As far as she could tell, they all seemed to take it as completely normal and that was what turned Katie on.
Katie said that she had tried to daydream something sexy about what happened once the doctor took her into the exam room, but she admitted that what had turned her on the most about her daydream was the incidents of the waiting room. She toyed with the idea that the exam was performed out in the waiting room with everyone watching and several people getting up to look over the doctor's shoulder, but that ended up seeming to blatant to her and did not have the same thrill. A little something must be left to the imagination! She gave a laugh and said that she must really be turning into an exhibitionist!
I admitted to her that her story turned me on as well. I asked if she had considered the scenario of having her exam watched by a few other people, student nurses or student doctors or such. She said that she had not considered that possibility and we talked about that for awhile. It seemed that the number of people involved mattered to her. She did not want to be "lost in the crowd" in such a situation. She had to be able to gauge the reaction of the people. So her fantasy about the medium sized group in the waiting room turned her on at the level of things that went on. But for her exam to be an exhibition, she feel more comfortable with maybe three or four people at the most.
She told me that she was always self conscious about the idea of someone examining her, it took years and a female doctor before she was at ease with her gynecology appointments, but her little fantasy had surprised her with how much it had turned her on. In bed that evening, I took some time to examine her as I paused from eating her out. She was patient this time and let me look without trying to cover up, but she said that it was not exactly the same. That it was the idea of being on display and relinquishing control to someone else that seemed to be at the heart of her arousal over the idea.
With these conversations in mind, we put together a somewhat more detailed plan for our next visit to the office. There are some that would say that planning something out like this takes away from the spontaneity of the event. The problem occurred as in our first episode, that we did not have the "props" to carry our play further. Our planning was not that we would do this and then we would do that followed by the next thing, scripting everything out. More just that we had a direction that we wanted to explore and needed to have some things on hand to carry those explorations out.
The local community college had a nursing program, so I was able to make a few inquiries and find a medical supply store that catered to the students. My initial attempt to call a place out of the phone book taught me that most places are wholesale, selling a gross of tongue depressors or two-hundred dollar stethoscopes. The store I found after some research knew the economies of a student's budget and carried items in smaller quantities and more reasonable prices. Let the two-hundred dollar engraved stethoscope wait until after graduation and the career was bringing in money.
I picked up a twenty dollar stethoscope. A blood pressure cuff (the packaging said "sphygmomanometer," which triggered a dim recollection from high school health classes) was only twenty-five dollars, so I splurged and got one of those as well. Actually, with what my job does to my blood pressure at times, it might not be such a bad idea to be able to keep track of my own blood pressure on a regular basis. I rounded out my purchases with a box of a dozen latex gloves, a pack of tongue depressors, a pack of the long cotton swabs with the wood sticks, a long penlight, and a digital thermometer with a box of the little plastic covers for it. I looked around a little for a speculum but did not find one. I did not really want to ask for one because I felt that would raise too many questions about my intentions.
Approaching the cashier with my selections, I sort of felt like the first time in high school that I bought a Playboy at the local newsstand. The cashier was a cute girl in her late teens or early twenties and I could only imagine what she was thinking of my intents. Probably thinking that I was going to try to lure some young girl like herself back to some seedy apartment to "play doctor" with her. My fears were unfounded, she gave me a pleasant smile and ringed up my purchase, telling me to have a good day as she took my money and handed me the bag. Walking out to the car, I realized that nothing I purchased spoke of any dark meaning on the surface and that I my own thoughts of how these items were going to be used influence how I felt others would view me purchasing them. I had a bit of a laugh at my paranoia as I unlocked the door to the car.
It was a couple weeks before the end of month backup was due and too many other things were keeping us busy to justify making a special trip in to the office just to play. I had taken my medical store purchases in to work and hid them at the back of one of my file cabinet drawers. To this collection I added a few additional items as I thought of them. A tube of KY, a package of wet wipes, and a couple towels from home. Just things that seemed like they would help further the illusion of the game.
I had a few daydreams of my own as to how things would play out as the days slowly slid by and our date drew nearer. The thoughts of examining Katie and probing her that started after our bathroom incident were only fueled further by Katie's recounting of her gynecologist daydream. I suppose that this "playing doctor" was a certain bit childish, but then again they have long said that the ****** that plays together stays together. We were sharing things on a far deeper level than we ever had before. And this sharing was transferring itself into other aspects of our life. Definitely a good thing.
The day of our little after hours event I added a few final items to my file drawer collection. On the way into work, I left a bit early and stopped by the grocery store. My mental image of slowly penetrating Katie and watching close up as her pussy stretched in accommodation still stuck with me. I was not comfortable with the idea of buying her a big thick dildo. Besides, that seemed too crass. I didn't want to be focusing on the object penetrating her, focusing on some big rubber dick. I wanted to focus on her pussy. For some reason, I kept coming back to the image of using a cucumber.
So here I was in the grocery store that morning to spend a few moments picking out three cucumbers from the produce display. I managed to find a fairly narrow one, about as big around as my dick, to start with. I wanted to be able to penetrate her with something, so I did not want to end up having something too big and not be able to use it at all. The second one that I picked was moderately bigger. Big enough that she would feel the difference, but not big enough to be unreasonable. The final one definitely was unreasonable. I picked the biggest, thickest cucumber that I could find.
Considering that I was hesitant to buy a dildo, I picked up a couple apples, a couple of donuts from the bakery, and a small bottle of orange juice to round out my purchases. I figured that buying three cucumbers first thing in the morning might be a little suspect.
At work, I stashed the cucumbers in my file drawer and had the donuts and orange juice for breakfast. The apples were saved for future snacks. My mind was definitely not on my work that day and it passed by painfully slowly. At last the day was done and I headed home. Katie and I had dinner and then Katie insisted on showering before her "exam" was to take place. I took care of some other things around the house as I waited for her. She dressed in her stockings, garter, strapless shelf bra, and jacket outfit with low heels. It was incredible to see her willing to go out like this. Not too long ago she would have insisted on putting something else on to leave the house and then change later. The drive was uneventful, I purposefully did not want to discuss with her what I had planned. Let it come as a bit of a surprise and see how things went.
When we got to the office, I told her that I would go in and leave the front door unlocked, then she could come in after a few moments. I went in and turned off the alarm and turned on a few lights. When ready, I sat down at the receptionist's desk and waited for Katie to come in. I heard her as she approached the door and looked up to watch her entrance. The jacket only covered enough to barely keep her respectable. She was showing a lot of leg and bare chest down to between her breasts. She approached the desk and told me that she was Mrs. Smith and that she was here for her appointment with Dr. Jones. I told her to have a seat and that the doctor would be with her shortly. She took a seat, demurely crossing her legs, and picking up a magazine to flip through. As I went upstairs, I locked the front door.
Once in my office, I started getting things ready for the computer backup and also moved some of my "exam equipment" around. Perhaps a better description of my office would help. I have a corner office in an older building. The corner office is due more to needing more space for the computer equipment than any other importance on my part. The outside walls each have one window. One inner wall is blank and the other one has the door out into the hallway. My desk faces the wall with the door. The desk is at the right corner of the wall with the door at the left corner of that wall. My desk is a U-shaped workstation made up of two desks and a table. The main desk facing the wall has my computer on it and has bookshelves along the wall above the monitor. On the left side, a second desk acts as an island, separating me from the door. It is a long work surface with a front to it that goes the whole way to the floor (not an open table) and filing cabinets under the one end. To my right is a shorter work surface below the one window with several filing cabinets below it and a few shelves. Behind me and to the left of the other window is a small computer workstation with the monitor and keyboard for the server. On the other side of the room, along the blank wall, are several floor to ceiling storage cabinets. As I said, my corner office has little to do with any importance on my part. In reality, they sort of stuck me in the storage room.
I got the backup running and moved my "equipment" to one of the shelves below the window for easier access, but pushed it back a bit so that Katie would not have a clear view of what was in store for her. I put one of the towels down on my spare chair for Katie to sit on and I also moved a desk lamp over to the server workstation. That way I could have Katie lay on my "island" desk with me sitting at the end of it for her examination with the light over my shoulder. With everything in place, I went downstairs to get Katie. As I came down the stairs, she looked up from her magazine. I told her that the doctor would see her now and as she stood up, I told her that she was welcome to leave her jacket here as I motioned to the coat closet and hangers. Katie did not even hesitate. She walked over to the closet and shrugged her jacket off, taking care to hang it neatly before turning back and walking over to me.
As she stood there before me she was naked for all practical purposes. Her stockings, garter, and shelf bra only served to accentuate her features and did absolutely nothing to cover them. For some people, seeing a naked person is always something sexual and dirty. Some see a naked person as being lewd and lascivious, no matter whether it is striptease or nude beach, a Hustler or a classical painting. Just the same, for some people it seems that the act of being naked can only be sexual and dirty. For Katie, it had never been that way. Even when she was uncomfortable with her nudity, it was due to insecurity and lack of confidence on her part, not any moral issues.
Katie stood before me now as though it was perfectly normal to be standing barely clothed in an office reception area. I further realized that it was not just because we were the only ones there. If her actions were accepted, she would be just as comfortable doing exactly the same thing during normal business hours. The funny thing was that this turned me on much more than if she had acted in a sexual or slutty way. I guess that we were a perfect match when it came right down to it.
I gestured for her to proceed up the stairs and followed behind her, taking great delight in watching her ass bounce up the stairs in front of me. As we reached the top of the stairs, I told her that she would be in the "first exam room on the left" to direct her into my office. Inside, I motioned for her to take a seat in my spare chair as I went past her to get to my own chair.
Once we were both seated, I began by asking Katie if she had any health concerns since her last visit. She replied that there were no problems to speak of, that she had been in good health for the past year. I pulled out a pad of paper to record her information on and told her that we would begin with the basics and asked her to roll her chair closer to me. I pulled out my digital thermometer and slipped one of the disposable sheathes onto it then held it out for her to take it into her mouth. Waiting for her temperature, I held her wrist to take her pulse and then noted her pulse and temperature on my notepad. Next I took out the blood pressure cuff and the stethoscope. Katie did not say anything, but I could tell by her expression that she was impressed that I went to that much trouble for our for our little game. I fastened the cuff around her arm and put the stethoscope on. Putting the stethoscope to her forearm, I inflated the cuff and then listened for the systolic and diastolic pressures. I had practiced on myself several times to be able do this fairly professionally. Removing the cuff, I noted the pressures on my notepad.
I told Katie to turn her chair sideways to me so that I could listen to her heart and lungs. I took a few moments to listen to her heart from both the front and the back and then told her to take a deep breath as I listened from the back. I moved the stethoscope several times, telling her to take a breath and then let it out. I then moved back to her front, repeating the listening and breathing but being sure to slide the stethoscope over each of her nipples in the process.
With that done, I put the stethoscope away and told her to face me again. I felt her neck, checking her lymph nodes, and then pulled out a tongue depressor and my penlight. I had her open her mouth and I looked down her throat, being careful that I did not put the tongue depressor too far back and cause her to gag. I then used the penlight to look in her eyes and ears. It may seem like I was taking too long to get to the good stuff, but I sensed that for both of us the more realistic I made it the better it would be.
I made a few notes on my pad about the examination so far and told her that we would proceed to the breast exam if she could remove her bra for me. I was a bit reluctant to have her remove part of her costume, but it was only going to get in the way as we progressed. Katie leaned forward in the chair to reach behind herself to unfasten the bra, then laid it on the desk beside her. I gently felt her left breast and then the right, gently pushing at it and massaging it from top to bottom and around the side of her chest to feel along the lymph nodes under her arms. I then examined each nipple. Rolling it between thumb and forefinger and pinching it slightly. I noted to her that they had excellent response and good color and made some more notes on my pad.
Despite the pleasure that I took from having her standing there in her garter, stockings, and heels, I realized that her outfit would only continue to get in the way of further examination so I asked her to remove the rest of her clothes. She stood and slipped her shoes off, nudging them under my desk. She then unsnapped her stockings and rolled them down and off her legs. Finally, she slipped the garter off.
With her fully naked, I asked her to stand between my legs and turn sideways to me. I rolled my chair a bit closer to her and placed my left hand across her butt to steady her and ran my right hand down along her belly, pushing slightly and squeezing at her to feel her abdomen. I made a couple more notes and then told her that we would finish things up on the examination table if she was ready.
I said that if she would get up on the table on her knees first, we could take a rectal temperature and take a culture to get that unpleasantness out of the way. Truthfully, I was not sure how she would react to any sort of anal penetration. She had made it pretty clear in the past that sexual penetration was not acceptable. However, she dutifully climbed onto the table with her butt in the air for me. I began by inserting the thermometer into another sheath and then carefully inserted it into her anus. When it beeped, I withdrew it and noted the temperature on the pad. She had not flinched at all, but I was still unsure as to how she would take this next step. I picked up a cotton swab and held it to her anus. I told her to relax and gently pushed it in, then slowly swiped it full circle around the inside of her anus twice for good measure and withdrew it. With no complaints from Katie, I decided to press my luck and told her it would be best to do a quick digital exam as well. She gave no resistance, so I pulled out a latex glove and the tube of KY. I pulled the glove onto my hand and dabbed a good bit of KY onto my middle finger. Once again, I told her to relax as I put my finger to her anus and then slowly pushed it in. To her credit, she did relax and I had no problems entering her. I gently felt inside of her, turning my hand this way and that to rub at all sides before withdrawing my finger from her and discarding the glove. Finally, I replaced the sheath on the thermometer with a fresh one and told Katie that I would take a quick vaginal temperature as well. I eased the thermometer into her pussy and then waited for it to record the temperature. When I was finished writing down the temperature, I wiped away the excess KY from her ass and told her that everything seemed fine and that we could proceed with the vaginal exam if she was ready. I had her get down from the desk and laid out a towel for under her ass and folded another for under her head, then helped her to lay back on the desk. I had her lay as close to the edge of the desk so that I could bring my chair up and sit between her legs. I turned on the desk lamp behind me and adjusted it so that it gave me a clear view of her.
I took a moment to put on a fresh pair of latex gloves. Even with her legs spread, her inner labia still stuck together to hide her so I started by running a finger down between them, spreading them open to expose her clit and vagina. I spent some time examining her labia, pulling gently at them and moving them around, and complemented her on how she kept things trimmed. Katie trims her pubic hair close, just a short bristle, but then she shaves her outer labia, leaving everything nicely exposed.
With her inner labia pulled back, I focused my attention on her clit for a moment. I rolled it between my thumb and felt it begin to swell in my grasp. I gently pulled at it, turning this way and that to examine all parts of it. I used one finger to gently push back the hood to expose the shiny pearl of her clit and gently caressed it with my finger. I felt her twitch beneath my finger and with continued stroking I was rewarded with an intake of breath from her and a slight shiver. I commented that her responses seemed to be in good order before I continued with my examination.
I dabbed some KY onto my finger and rubbed it in along her labia. She had been getting wetter as the examination went on, but I wanted the excuse to further rub her pussy and took some delight in the appearance of her pussy as it glistened back at me. I squeezed more KY onto my finger and liberally coated her clit with it, rubbing it around generously to make sure it was fully coated. From there I turned my attention to examining her inner labia, spreading them apart and stroking them with my finger. I pulled out another swab and carefully inserted it into her urethra. Gently, I moved it around a bit before pulling it back out.
This served little purpose except that I had been given the chance to fully examine Katie and I was not going to neglect any opportunity. Quite frankly, I was somewhat surprised at her patience. It was not that long ago that if I merely looked at her pussy for more than a moment she would get self conscious and cover it with her hand. Now here I was, able to take my good old time looking at everything, not to mention poking and prodding and moving things around to examine everything to my heart's content. All without any fidgeting or complaints. Not even during my brief anal explorations. Her only reactions had been due only to when I touched upon a sensitive spot.
With everything else explored, I turned my attention to her vagina itself. With a finger to either side, I spread it open a bit to begin my examination. Just pushing to either side of the opening really did not give me much of a view, so I gently inserted two fingers and pulled her open a bit more. Again, not too much that I could do before it would become uncomfortable for her, so I decided that was as far as I was going to pursue such things.
In coating her clit and labia with KY, I was really starting to prepare her for the next level of the examination. I wanted her to be well lubricated for the cucumbers. I told her that we were going to do an "accommodation test" to ensure that she could accept the standard range of penises into her. She spoke up, saying that her husband's penis was just the right size and that she could accommodate that quite properly. I took the complement but assured her that it was a standard test, if she had trouble with the test it could be a sign of other health issues. I also assured her that she would be well lubricated and should not feel any pain.
I squeezed more KY onto my finger and began to coat her pussy with it. Again, I was using more than was necessary more for the visual aspect than for the lubricating qualities. I freshened the coat on her clit and worked my way down, squeezing more out as I needed it. I coated her inner labia the whole way to the edges of her outer labia and then worked a liberal amount into her vagina. I wiped the excess off of my gloved hands so that I would have a decent grip on the cucumber and took hold of the first one, the narrow one. Katie moved a bit to try to see what I had in store for her and I told her to just settle back and relax. I assured her that if there was any discomfort, she should tell me immediately and I would stop.
I brought the cucumber up between her legs and told her that this was the first test subject, the smallest of the group, and asked her if she was ready. She took a bit of a breath before telling me to go ahead. I touched the tip of the cucumber to her pussy, running it between her labia a bit to coat the end of it with the KY. I then moved it to the entrance of her vagina and slowly began to push it in. It slowly slipped into her without much trouble. Her pussy did not even seem to be stretching much to accommodate it. I asked her to tell me when it had gone into her a comfortable distance, I did not want to go too far. As I eased it in further, I gave it a bit of a twisting motion to help its progress and Katie giggled and said that it felt "unique" when I did that. After a moment, Katie told me that was about as far as it was going to go and I stopped pushing. I let it sit like that for a moment and then slowly spun the cucumber inside of her, causing her to giggle again.
I drew the cucumber back out of her and said that the first test had gone very well. Katie commented that she was surprised that was the "small" end of the "standard" spectrum and wondered how much bigger things would go. "That filled me quite nicely," was her comment. I told her that we would be moving to the middle range now and that she should not be concerned.
I took a moment to add some more KY to her vagina, coating it thickly once again. I reached for the middle sized cucumber and brought it up between her legs. Once again, I rubbed the tip of it along between her labia to coat the end of it. At the grocery store, it did not look that much bigger than the first, but rubbing against her pussy it did look quite a bit larger in context. Being a little concerned about the girth of it, I took a moment to squeeze some KY onto the tip of it directly and spread it around with my finger. Placing it to the mouth of her pussy once again, I told her that this one was a bit larger and that she should tell me if there was any discomfort. When she said that she was ready, I began to slowly push it against her. It slid between her labia, but it was obvious that this one was going to stretch her a bit. I don't fully understand why it was such a thrill for me to be able to watch this happen, but I greatly enjoyed watching as I penetrated her with that cucumber. There was some resistance as I pushed it into her, so I took it slowly and gently rotated the cucumber as it went in. After about an inch and a half entered her, the resistance diminished and I was able to steadily push it into her until she said that was about as far as it was going to go. I paused for a moment to let her accommodate it within her, then began to rotate it inside of her as I had done with the last one. It was more of a moan that I got this time from her instead of a giggle. As I rotated the cucumber, I drew it back out a bit and then slid it in. It was definitely a moan that I got that time. I slowly fucked her with the cucumber for a few moments before withdrawing it and tossing it into the trash can alongside the first one.
I told her that there was one more test subject and then we were done. I again took a moment to replenish the KY coating of her vagina and applied a liberal amount to the end of the final cucumber. If I thought that the last one looked big in context to her pussy, this one was a monster! I seriously doubted whether she would be able to accommodate it. I told her to be sure to let me know if this was too much as I brought it to her pussy lips. I rubbed it back and forth along her slit a few times and then eased it against her opening. As I began to push it into her there was considerable resistance. It was between her labia, but had not really penetrated into her vagina. I pushed a bit harder and could feel it gaining a bit of ground when Katie told me to stop for a moment. I apologized, saying that I was sorry if it was hurting her and that we could stop. Always one for a challenge, Katie told me to just give her a moment, that she thought she could take it if I went slowly.
I let her catch her breath a bit and when she told me to go ahead, I began to push that monster cucumber into her. She shifted her legs a bit a couple times, spreading them further apart, and then told me to push harder. I gave it steady pressure and could feel it slipping into her. The sight of it entering her pussy was incredible! Her inner labia were stretched around it and looked taut. Again, after about two inches it seemed as though I had made my way past something and it began to slide into her a bit more easily. She started to let out an "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh..." as I was pushing so I stopped for a moment to ask if she was ok. She told me to keep pushing and as her hand found her clit, I had my answer as to how she was doing. She rubbed at her clit for a moment before tentatively reaching her hand down further. She ran her fingers around her pussy, feeling her outer labia and then her inner labia where they stretched around the cucumber. Finally she grasped the cucumber itself in her little hand, just to feel the size of it herself. With her hand wrapped around the base of the cucumber, she helped me to wedge it the rest of the way into her.
We were both just silent at that point. I just stared in awe at this dark green shaft wedged into Katie's pussy. Katie continued to trace her fingers around her pussy and the cucumber where it entered her, equally in awe of the experience. It was at this moment that we heard a noise from downstairs -- the noise of the front door opening...
Katie's head snapped up from the table and we stared in shock at each other for a moment. The sound of the door slamming shut broke us out of our paralysis and we both started scrambling in all directions. Katie pulled the cucumber out of her pussy and I was treated to a very brief view of her vagina still gaping open, still stretched from the cucumber. I briefly worried that I had gone too far, that her pussy would never be the same after being stretched so wide. The thought disappeared as I rushed to clean up and get things out of sight. Katie placed the cucumber in the trash, gathered her undergarments, and was looking around for a place to hide. I wiped the desk with one of the towels and swept the towels, KY, and gloves all into the trash can. I had been putting other things away on the shelf after I had used them, so it was only a matter of pushing them to the back to get them out of sight. I looked at Katie and she was giving me a panicked "what do I do?" look. Her jacket was downstairs and did not do a good enough job of covering her even if she had brought it upstairs. I could not risk having her make a run for the bathroom and have the person see her if they were coming up the stairs, so I pointed at the desk, motioning for her to get under it. If anyone came upstairs, I knew that they would probably at least stop at my door to say hello. Unless they came around my desk, Katie would be well enough hidden. I only hoped that whoever it was had just stopped in briefly and was not planning on being here long.
I spun myself around to face the server, adjusted my desk lamp so that it was not pointing off into space, and tried to make myself look busy. My heart was pounding and my ears were straining to try to pick up any sound of someone coming up the stairs. I thought that I heard something and a moment later was sure that I heard one of the top treads squeak a bit.
When the voice came, even though I was expecting it, I nearly jumped. "Hey, tryin' to impress the bossman, huh?" Recognizing the voice and inwardly cringing, I turned around in my chair and said to Gerald that it was monthly backup time. Of all the people I worked with, I think that Gerald was at the absolute bottom of the list of people I wanted to face in this situation. I'd be hard pressed to tell you which one of my coworkers I would like to have wander into my office while my naked wife was hiding under the desk, but Gerald was definitely the last person I would consider.
Gerald was just one of those slimy people that you couldn't trust. I knew that if he found us out, he would end up telling everyone about it at the most embarrassing and inopportune moment. Something like standing up toward the end of the company holiday party and suggesting that Katie strip down so everyone would have a chance to see her little body like he had seen that one evening in the office. Of course, he'd get some extortion in as well. Try to convince Katie that if she would just let him fuck her, then he would keep the secret. Only problem would be that he'd still tell and just use that against us as well. I could picture him at the holiday party suggesting that Katie get naked and go around and bounce on everyone's dick the way that she had bounced on his. My stomach turned at the thought and I mentally tried to will him out of the doorway and on his way.
My luck with such things has never been good and Gerald stepped into the room. My stomach tied itself in knots. If he decided that he wanted to stay and talk for awhile, I was sitting in one chair at the server and my other chair was behind my desk. If he came around the desk there was no way that Katie could hide from him.
Fortunately, he just leaned back against the door frame to talk. It was his usual trash talk, talking people down and complaining about the boss and such. I suffered through it for about ten minutes before he said that he had stopped in to pick up some papers and had to get going, his girlfriend was waiting in the car. She was a cute strawberry blonde, the kind of woman people described as being one of the nicest people. What she saw in him...
With Gerald gone, I risked a quick glance under my desk at Katie. She was wedged back in one corner, hunched over with her legs drawn up and her arms around her knees. She gave me a questioning look and I whispered for her to stay put until he left the building again. I did not know if she meant to try to find a better hiding place or what, she had heard the whole conversation and knew about as much about what was going on as I did. There was no other place in my office and I could not risk her trying to make a run for the women's room or elsewhere. Even if he did not see her, if he even heard her then Gerald might decide to stick around to say hello. Since she did not have any clothes to speak of to even change into, the best thing was for her to just stay put.
Despite however cute she looked under there, I sincerely wished that she had clothes to change into. Although at this point that would have also presented a problem if she suddenly appeared, even if she was fully clothed. Better to just wait it out. I made a feeble attempt to look around at some things on the server as I waited for Gerald to come back through. I only hoped that the presence of his girlfriend would expedite things and get him moving along. For once, the fates smiled upon me and it was only several minutes before he stopped back at my door to say goodnight and that he was going to be on his way. I told him that I would see him in the morning and wished him a good evening. I listened carefully as he went downstairs and eventually heard the door open and close.
I knew that we were not totally out of the woods yet. I waited another couple of minutes and then told Katie to stay put while I went downstairs to check to make sure that Gerald had really left. For all I knew, he may have suspected something and made up the bit about his girlfriend waiting. I was getting entirely too paranoid about this whole thing. It was quiet when I went downstairs. I crossed to the door and made sure that it was locked, I figured that he would have at least done me that favor. The lights were on in the reception area, so I went into one of the offices to look out the window. I did not want to be too obvious, but I had to check to make sure that he was not waiting. I could not see anything, so I grabbed Katie's jacket from the closet and headed back upstairs.
Katie was still hiding under the desk when I returned, good girl! As I entered my office I called out softly that everything was ok and after a moment her head appeared from behind my desk. Her first comment was, "Why did it have to be Gerald?" She knew as well as I what the implications would have been if he had found out. She surprised me when she said that anyone else and she might have actually considered inviting them to play along with us. But she was most emphatic that there was no way she would consider that with Gerald.
Unfortunately, the turn of events had taken the wind out of our sails. The backup was nearly finished anyway, so we decided that we were just going to head home when it was done. Katie slipped her jacket and shoes back on, leaving the rest of her undergarments in a pile. She then headed to the rest room to clean up a bit and I set about cleaning up things in my office. I pulled the towels back out of the trash can and wrapped up the equipment in them. Everything disposable I tossed into the trash. When Katie got back, I told her that I was going to take the trash out to the dumpster. No sense having the cleaning staff wondering about latex gloves and cucumbers and such. I also wanted to take a look around outside to make sure that Gerald was not still lurking around somewhere.
The trip out to the dumpster was uneventful. No sign of anyone waiting around. By the time I got back to my office the backup was finished, so I shut things down and we gathered our stuff together. Katie grabbed one of the other towels to wrap her undergarments up in. We took a last look around the office to make sure that we were not forgetting anything, shut out the lights, and headed downstairs. I took another quick look outside, shut off the lights, set the alarm, and Katie and I headed to the car.
The ride home was pretty quiet. It was unfortunate that Gerald had to pick that night to stop by. We were really getting into things, but the end of the evening definitely put a damper on the mood. In bed that night we finally were able to talk about the evening a bit more. We both agreed that we probably had taken things at the office as far as we should. We both had always known the risks. Not just the risk of getting caught, but the risk of what getting caught could mean to my job. Surprisingly, Katie made that distinction. She admitted that she was getting more into the idea of actually exposing herself to someone. Not just getting turned on by the idea that someone might see her or the idea that someone could come along. Up until then, the fishermen were sort of the only ones that we actually planned on exposing Katie to. It looked like our adventures were going to take a bit of a turn after this event. Time would tell...
There was another price to be paid for that night's adventures, though. As I said, Katie had made it pretty clear previously that her anus was for exit only. She told me that she let me play around with her ass because it did not seem to do any harm. She did make it clear that she hoped it was not a secret fetish for me because it really did nothing for her. I assured her that I really was not into that, that I had just been a little curious to see what she did. She said that was fine, but thinking about it, she should be able to satisfy her own curiosity. After what she had allowed me to do, there was no point in arguing and Katie got to play proctologist one evening. A latex glove and some KY and I pretty much agreed with Katie, it really did not do anything for me.
Our first incident had definitely increased the heat of our adventures by adding the elements of fantasy and role-playing to our sexual life. It may sound strange to a lot of people that these were not part of our lovemaking before this point, but it really had a lot to do with Katie's insecurities. The idea that I may be turned on by imagining her to be someone or something other than what she really was did not appeal to her. To her, it was literally like I was telling her that I wanted her to act like this other person because I desired them more than I did her. Any attempts at sexual fantasy were met with suspicion. It took me quite some time to even begin to realize where she was coming from on this matter. Even once I understood her thoughts, I could not seem to explain my view of the situation in a way that she understood enough to trust me, so the whole issue of sexual fantasies was something that got dropped. Issues like this were what brought us to the point we were at that night at the restaurant. What started at the point of not being able to communicate our thoughts and feelings to each other eventually turned into resentment that the other person seemed to not feel that those thoughts and feelings were important.
To make a simple illustration, take the example of my possibly suggesting a little fantasy involving Katie being a waitress and coming out and serving me in some skimpy little outfit, it develops into licking food off of each other's bodies, and ends up having sex on the dining room table or kitchen counter. However, when I present my little idea to Katie, her first thought is that there is some cute waitress somewhere that I have my eye on and I'll be thinking of her instead of Katie while we play this little fantasy out. So there is an argument and hard feelings. I feel that I have been turned down for suggesting something fun and playful that we can share. Katie feels that there is someone else that I desire more than her and that I am trying to coax her into some sort of game so that I can play out my fantasies about this other woman. Chances are that it does not end there. The next time I take Katie out to dinner, if I seem to be too friendly with the waitress Katie's suspicions are aroused. Perhaps Katie accuses me of flirting with the waitress, but maybe nothing is even said. Either way, Katie does not enjoy the dinner and is upset. I pick up on her mood and to me it seems like once again I try to do something nice (take her out to dinner) and she is upset with me. I withdraw from her because it seems that I cannot do anything right. She sees my detachment as one more sign that I don't desire her and the whole things continues to escalate. This is the vicious cycle that we were in.
However, for some reason that first incident at the restaurant sparked some element between us that said we both valued the relationship and needed to find some way to make it work together. A benefit of the discussions between us that followed was that as we began to understand where each other was coming from. Katie began to see the possibilities of me being turned on not by me imagining her to be someone else, but by what she herself may imagine her to be. She began to see that it was an active role, a story created by the two of us, rather than merely a passive role to force herself into being something else that I desired her to be. Although this may be an unorthodox method, taking active control of your life is an essential part of building self esteem and self worth.
I found some extra excuses to go in to the office in the evening more often and Katie would always tag along. The first noticeable change was in our dress. Katie was first to ditch the jeans and sweatshirts, opting at first just to leave on what she had worn to work rather than changing into something more comfortable for the evening. As I caught on to her intent, I began to stay dressed for work as well.
It made sense for our role playing to start out with the office setting theme. While I worked on the server, Katie would sit at my computer. She was not as quick to get naked, but worked on developing the fine art of flirting. She'd unbutton a few more buttons on her blouse than was proper, exposing glimpses of lacy bras or bare breasts. After a few episodes of this, I began to notice that she must have acquired some new clothes. Still along the lines of what she would wear to work, but the blouses were more sheer and the skirts and dresses were shorter. She'd wear a sheer blouse with no bra underneath, making it quite clear as to why she felt that she needed to wear a bra to her office to remain proper. Her pert little nipples poked out quite clearly. She'd wear her short skirts without any panties and make it a point to stand and bend over when she "accidently" lost a pencil or to get something out of the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet. Eventually she would come over to my chair and stand to talk to me, absentmindedly rubbing her leg and "accidently" pulling the hem of her dress up so that her pussy stared me in the eye. The game was that of the office affair, the guy fooling around with the female coworker. Sex was always quick lest "coworkers" caught us. I'd eat her out as she leaned against the desk or laid back on it. A couple times I'd drop my pants just enough to give it to her, both of us coming quickly. We'd save the slow, sensuous lovemaking for when we could take our time at home. It was all part of the roles that we were playing.
One day Katie took this a bit further. She had been out at a meeting late in the morning, so she decided to swing past my office to see me over lunch. I really did not give it a second thought other than to be pleasantly surprised when she walked through my office door slightly before noon. She was wearing a semi-typical business suit, dark skirt with dark nylons, and dress jacket. The skirt was not particularly short and the jacket was not particularly revealing, so nothing really alerted me that anything out of the ordinary was up. She told me that she had been in the area and figured that she would stop in and spend our lunch hour together. I gave her a quick kiss and told her that if she gave me a few minutes, I'd finish things up and then we could go out.
She took a seat in my spare chair while she waited. I was concentrating on my work for a few minutes, trying to get things finished up, and not really paying attention to her. When I finally glanced up at her for a moment she flipped her jacket open, having unbuttoned it while she was sitting there, to show me that she had nothing on underneath the jacket! Ok, fuck work, it could wait until after lunch. She had my full attention! Work, what work?
Knowing I was paying attention now, she pulled back both sides of her jacket further for me. Nobody else could see her unless someone came down the hallway, but it was still an incredible thrill to be seeing her like this in the middle of the day with the full office staff around us. Also, with the lunch hour only moments away nearly everyone on the second floor would be walking past my doorway to reach the stairs, adding a certain amount of risk to her actions. She slowly closed her jacket and almost silently mouthed the words to me, "No panties..." I gave her a slightly quizzical look, glancing down at her nylons, and said quietly, "Let me see..." She stood and gathered her jacket back around her. Reaching down, she lifted the hem of her skirt and slowly started drawing it up her legs. Despite drawing her jacket closed, bending over obviously caused it to gape open again, giving me a delicious view of her breasts once again.
Although I would never turn down a lady's offer to lift her skirt for me, I would prefer bare skin over nylons if given the choice. However, as she drew the skirt up her legs, I got another surprise as the tops of her stockings and then her garters came into view. Katie was just full of surprises, this being the first time I had ever seen her wearing stockings and garters.
Her bare breasts were forgotten entirely as I focused on the hem of her skirt as it slowly made its way up her legs. As the hem reached the tops of her thighs, she paused for a moment before drawing it up the rest of the way to expose her sweet pussy to my waiting eyes. She held her skirt up for me, exposing herself for a moment, before letting it fall once again. Straightening up, she buttoned her jacket together as well. All I could say to her was, "Wow!" She smiled at me as she finished straightening her clothing. Finally I found my voice again. "You are incredible, my love," I told her as her smile broadened. "I love you," I continued and she replied that she loved me. With that there was movement in the hallway as people started to leave their offices for lunch and the moment was broken.
I took a few moments to finish things up and collect my things. Also to let the rush of people get out of the office before I took Katie out to lunch. As I unlocked the car door and opened it for her, she took a quick look around and then pulled her skirt up around her waist to sit her bare ass on the seat and show off her garters and stocking tops. On the way to the restaurant I enjoyed myself, rubbing her bare leg above her stocking and just enjoying the view. At the restaurant, I went around to open her door for her and she rewarded me by taking her time getting out of the car, spreading her legs to the point that her glistening pussy lips began to spread open before she stood up and let her skirt fall back into place.
I always enjoyed getting together with Katie for lunch during the work week and that day was no exception. Of course, starting things off with her little exhibitionistic displays did not hurt the mood one bit. During our lunch, she took a couple opportunities to lean forward and let her jacket gape open so that I could see down it. With the way that we were flirting and given that both of us were wearing our wedding rings, I am sure that some people around us probably jumped to the conclusion that we were having an affair. It is a shame that society tends to believe that married people should not have so much fun!
It was after one o'clock by the time we finished up our lunch and paid our bill. I put in enough extra hours that the boss is not too concerned when I run a little late, though. At the car, Katie repeated her performance, pulling up her skirt to sit down on her bare ass. For the short drive, she also unbuttoned her jacket to let it open up. Frankly, I was surprised at her boldness. She left her jacket unbuttoned the whole way to the parking lot and I began to wonder how far she was going to take this. I parked in my usual space, somewhat away from the building and with several cars blocking the view. I got out and went around to her side to open her door for her. She repeated her previous display, slowly spreading her legs as she got out of the car to give me a good show of her pussy. Adding to it, once she was turned fully towards me with her legs spread wide, she lifted her hands to the lapels of her jacket and slowly drew it completely open. She held this pose, looking up at me with a mischievous and totally sexy grin on her face, until I finally reached down to run my hand over her breast. Finding her nipple, I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and then tugged gently on it, causing her to close her eyes and give a shudder. Reluctantly, she drew her jacket back around herself and fastened the buttons as she got out of the car, knowing that if she did not put an end to things we would probably end up going too far.
Katie followed me into the office, ostensibly to use the phone to call her office to let them know that she would be running late. She made her call, but as she went to leave she pushed the door closed. Flipping her skirt up in back and spreading her legs, she bent over to give me a wonderful view of her tight little ass and her pussy peeking through between her legs with her stockings and garters framing the view. "This will be waiting for you at home tonight, mister," she told me with a grin. Without giving me a chance to respond, she pulled her skirt back down, opened the door, and walked out without another look back.
True to her word, she was waiting for me when I got home, quite fortunately still dressed in her outfit from the day. I immediately talked her into removing her skirt -- leaving her in her jacket, stockings, and heels -- and kept her like that for the evening. The jacket was long enough to mostly cover her, but showed off the tops of her stockings and her garters. She looked quite sweet wandering around the house dressed up like that (Dressed down like that? Undressed like that?).
At dinner, she unbuttoned the jacket for comfort, giving a tantalizing view of her bare chest. She did not make the effort to pull the jacket apart, so I never did get a glimpse of an actual nipple or substantial portion of her breasts while we were eating. In a way, I found that more tantalizing. She was being completely natural and that is what I always found most sexy about her.
After dinner, she made no move to button her jacket back up, which left her pussy completely on display and would expose her breasts as she would bend over or move her arms. As we were finishing up, I could not take it any longer. She was standing at the kitchen counter and I reached my hand under the back of her jacket and eased it between her legs. I was greeted by a warm and wonderfully moist (although not incredibly wet) pussy.
As she stood there, finishing her cleaning up, she absentmindedly moved her legs apart, giving me better access to her treasure. I ran my finger along the folds of her slit, probing her gently until my fingertip found the nub of her clit. I felt her body give a little shudder and heard her slight intake of breath as my fingertip grazed across it. I contented myself with rubbing her nether lips some more for awhile, teasing her gently before I searched out her clit again. There was more firmness to it this time and I paused at it to rub it more directly this time. I was rewarded with another shudder and intake of breath. I eased my finger back down her slit, noting the growing wetness of her pussy, before returning to her clit once again to rub at it gently. This time I was rewarded with a small moan and Katie stopped her cleaning for a moment. Letting her finish up, I went back to gently rubbing her slit. When she was done, though, I probed against her little clit with a vengeance, rubbing it and feeling it harden beneath my finger.
With my other hand, I helped her slip her jacket off and bent her over the counter. I could imagine the cool surface pressing against her breasts. Her legs spread further apart, inviting me to do as I pleased. I continued to tickle her clit and rub at the folds of her pussy, her breathing was becoming heavier and she was beginning to let out little moans. When I slowly pushed my finger into her wet folds, she began to spasm and groan. I fucked her with my finger while rubbing her clit with my other hand, bringing her to orgasm.
As the tremors subsided, I did not give her much chance to recover. Lifting her onto the counter gently, I turned her over and got between her legs. I began by kissing the insides of her thighs, working my way up to kiss on either side of her pussy as well as her tummy. Slowly I worked my way in towards my target. I gently kissed along her labia, feather touches, knowing how sensitive she was after her first orgasm. Finally I allowed my tongue to find her clit and gently made love to it with my mouth, kisses and gentle caresses of my tongue and lips. I could sense her tension building once again and gently inserted my finger into her, rubbing inside of her with one finger while using the knuckle of the next finger to rub between her vagina and asshole. Combined with my gentle eating of her clit and she began to orgasm for a second time, moaning and gasping for breath, heaving her hips off of the countertop towards my face.
As she recovered, I gently lifted her from the counter, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her head fell to my shoulder, almost sleepily, as I carried her to the bedroom. I gently laid her down on the bed and quickly undressed myself. I leaned down to kiss her before getting between her legs once again. I tenderly licked and caressed her to one more orgasm before pulling myself up and easing down onto her. She wrapped her legs around me as I kissed at her neck and rubbed our naked bodies together. I spoke to her softly of my love for her and how beautiful she was between the kisses, letting her know that all that she did for me, all of my crazy desires that she indulged, everything about her only heightened my love and desire for her. I licked at her nipples and kissed the underside of her breasts.
My body was between her legs, but I had not yet entered her. We maintained that embrace for some time before I turned my attention to joining our bodies. I began by only rubbing my member along the wet folds of her sex. I could almost feel the hardened nub of her clit as the head of my penis rubbed against it. I could feel the shock run through her as our two bodies met at their most sensitive junction. It was almost as if my penis plowed through the folds of her. I could feel their hot wetness glide open as I slid between them, as they wrapped around the lower half of my rigid tool. Both of our bodies were sweated from the exertion and desire, our breath coming in pants. It was entirely by accident that I finally slipped inside her as I tried to drag out our foreplay for as long as I could. We both cried out as my penis plunged into the hot wet depths of her and I collapsed onto her at just the joy of our final joining.
In time I raised myself from her and slowly began to piston in and out of her. I continued to kiss her neck and the top of her chest as well as her lips as I told her of my love for her and slowly fucked her. I could feel the warm heavy feeling in my groin and knew that I would not last much longer. As she felt me begin to spasm, she wrapped her legs and arms around me, drawing me to her and grinding me deep into her. As I shot into her, it sent her over the edge for her fourth orgasm of the evening. Exhausted, I collapsed onto her once again. All was silent except for the sound of our ragged breaths and the pounding of our hearts.
In time, I kissed her once again. Sleepily, she asked if I was ready to go at it again. We both laughed. For once in our relationship, I think that she was as worn out as I usually was by the experience. Most of the time it gives her a second wind. She is ready to go out and party the night away while I feel as though I have run a marathon. We disentangled ourselves and took a moment to go to the bathroom to clean up a bit before returning to bed for the night. We lay together, nestled against each other's naked body and quickly fell asleep.
The outfit of garters and suit jacket played a role in our after hours office exploits for awhile after that. Katie added a matching shelf bra to the ensemble that exposed her nipples and most of the upper portion of her breasts. She did not need the bra for support, but explained that just as the garters framed and presented her bare pussy with no panties the bra was meant to draw further attention to her bare breasts and I had to agree to her. Somehow, the bra made her seem more exposed than if she had been totally bare breasted. It is true that a barely clothed body often can be more sexy than a totally naked one. The minimal clothing only serves to draw even more attention to the parts that are exposed.
As we became more comfortable with these role playing games that we played, we talked more about our fantasies. As I had said, two thing that came up after the whole incident in the bathroom were my desire to watch something slowly penetrate my beautiful little wife and also the thought that this had been the first time other than her gynecologist that someone had the chance to scrutinize her pussy so carefully. We could have played with these new avenues at home, but it just seemed that the office could more easily be turned into a "doctor's office" for an evening and add to the excitement.
Even before we actually went through with our games at the office, we had a lot of fun just talking over scenarios. Too bad that our games were private. Katie got me incredibly hard one evening discussing an idea that she had about our pending doctor games. She gave me a very detailed description of a daydream she had earlier in the day about what could happen.
She was in the waiting room of her doctor's office. Several other women were waiting as well, a couple with their husbands along with them. Katie was wearing her jacket, garter, and bra ensemble. Her jacket was buttoned and she was keeping her legs crossed, but she was still showing a lot of thigh and skin from her neck down her chest to between her breasts. She had checked in with the receptionist and then taken a seat and was flipping through a magazine as she waited. After awhile, a nurse came out and said that she needed a bit of preliminary information before the doctor would see her. The nurse directed Katie over to one corner of the room where there was a scale along with a small desk and a couple of chairs. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that at most offices these things are not done out in the waiting room. Katie was asked to step onto the scale and her weight was recorded. She was then told to take a seat and the nurse would take her vital signs.
The nurse started by putting a thermometer in her mouth and then taking her wrist to check her pulse. The pulse was recorded and then the thermometer was removed and that information was recorded as well. The nurse then pushed up Katie's sleeve and fitted her with the blood pressure collar. Pushing up the sleeve caused her jacket to bunch a bit in the front. Not much, but enough that her bra between her breasts came into view. None of the other people in the waiting room, women or men, acted as though this was anything out of the ordinary. A couple of them glanced her way as the procedure progressed, more out of their own boredom as they waited than in any real interest in Katie. Curiously, this disinterested perusal was more of a turn-on for Katie than if they had been more actively checking her out.
With the blood pressure finished, the nurse asked Katie to unfasten the buttons on her jacket so that she could listen to her heart. As the nurse put the ear pieces of the stethoscope in place, Katie slowly unfastened each of the buttons. Again, it was a bit odd for the nurse to be doing this out in the waiting room, also that the nurse was doing it rather than the doctor, but Katie played along. The nurse was discreet, gently slipping her hand with the stethoscope under the lapel of Katie's jacket to listen to her heart. She moved the cold instrument several times, listening intently each time and telling Katie to breath. Several times the motion of her hand caused it to brush against Katie's nipples, bringing them to erection. The other people in the waiting room all continued to act as though this was completely normal, turning Katie on more with each moment.
Katie was disappointed when the nurse finished and told her that she could button her jacket again, but a thrill went through her when the nurse pulled another thermometer out of a container on the desk and said to her, "I'll just need a vaginal temperature and we're all done." She had Katie turn towards her and spread her legs. With the layout of the room and the direction that Katie was facing meant that none of the other people could see anything, but her heart pounded at the thought of the nurse probing her nether regions with a thermometer as several complete strangers sat within sight of her, knowing exactly what was happening to her. The thin cool rod of the thermometer penetrated her and the nurse watched the seconds go by on her wristwatch. After a few moments she removed the thermometer and noted the temperature on Katie's chart. "All done!" the nurse told her with a smile. "You can have a seat, the doctor will be with you in a moment." Katie went back to the main part of the waiting room and her magazine. She kept glancing at the other people to see what their reactions were to sharing this intimate episode with her. As far as she could tell, they all seemed to take it as completely normal and that was what turned Katie on.
Katie said that she had tried to daydream something sexy about what happened once the doctor took her into the exam room, but she admitted that what had turned her on the most about her daydream was the incidents of the waiting room. She toyed with the idea that the exam was performed out in the waiting room with everyone watching and several people getting up to look over the doctor's shoulder, but that ended up seeming to blatant to her and did not have the same thrill. A little something must be left to the imagination! She gave a laugh and said that she must really be turning into an exhibitionist!
I admitted to her that her story turned me on as well. I asked if she had considered the scenario of having her exam watched by a few other people, student nurses or student doctors or such. She said that she had not considered that possibility and we talked about that for awhile. It seemed that the number of people involved mattered to her. She did not want to be "lost in the crowd" in such a situation. She had to be able to gauge the reaction of the people. So her fantasy about the medium sized group in the waiting room turned her on at the level of things that went on. But for her exam to be an exhibition, she feel more comfortable with maybe three or four people at the most.
She told me that she was always self conscious about the idea of someone examining her, it took years and a female doctor before she was at ease with her gynecology appointments, but her little fantasy had surprised her with how much it had turned her on. In bed that evening, I took some time to examine her as I paused from eating her out. She was patient this time and let me look without trying to cover up, but she said that it was not exactly the same. That it was the idea of being on display and relinquishing control to someone else that seemed to be at the heart of her arousal over the idea.
With these conversations in mind, we put together a somewhat more detailed plan for our next visit to the office. There are some that would say that planning something out like this takes away from the spontaneity of the event. The problem occurred as in our first episode, that we did not have the "props" to carry our play further. Our planning was not that we would do this and then we would do that followed by the next thing, scripting everything out. More just that we had a direction that we wanted to explore and needed to have some things on hand to carry those explorations out.
The local community college had a nursing program, so I was able to make a few inquiries and find a medical supply store that catered to the students. My initial attempt to call a place out of the phone book taught me that most places are wholesale, selling a gross of tongue depressors or two-hundred dollar stethoscopes. The store I found after some research knew the economies of a student's budget and carried items in smaller quantities and more reasonable prices. Let the two-hundred dollar engraved stethoscope wait until after graduation and the career was bringing in money.
I picked up a twenty dollar stethoscope. A blood pressure cuff (the packaging said "sphygmomanometer," which triggered a dim recollection from high school health classes) was only twenty-five dollars, so I splurged and got one of those as well. Actually, with what my job does to my blood pressure at times, it might not be such a bad idea to be able to keep track of my own blood pressure on a regular basis. I rounded out my purchases with a box of a dozen latex gloves, a pack of tongue depressors, a pack of the long cotton swabs with the wood sticks, a long penlight, and a digital thermometer with a box of the little plastic covers for it. I looked around a little for a speculum but did not find one. I did not really want to ask for one because I felt that would raise too many questions about my intentions.
Approaching the cashier with my selections, I sort of felt like the first time in high school that I bought a Playboy at the local newsstand. The cashier was a cute girl in her late teens or early twenties and I could only imagine what she was thinking of my intents. Probably thinking that I was going to try to lure some young girl like herself back to some seedy apartment to "play doctor" with her. My fears were unfounded, she gave me a pleasant smile and ringed up my purchase, telling me to have a good day as she took my money and handed me the bag. Walking out to the car, I realized that nothing I purchased spoke of any dark meaning on the surface and that I my own thoughts of how these items were going to be used influence how I felt others would view me purchasing them. I had a bit of a laugh at my paranoia as I unlocked the door to the car.
It was a couple weeks before the end of month backup was due and too many other things were keeping us busy to justify making a special trip in to the office just to play. I had taken my medical store purchases in to work and hid them at the back of one of my file cabinet drawers. To this collection I added a few additional items as I thought of them. A tube of KY, a package of wet wipes, and a couple towels from home. Just things that seemed like they would help further the illusion of the game.
I had a few daydreams of my own as to how things would play out as the days slowly slid by and our date drew nearer. The thoughts of examining Katie and probing her that started after our bathroom incident were only fueled further by Katie's recounting of her gynecologist daydream. I suppose that this "playing doctor" was a certain bit childish, but then again they have long said that the ****** that plays together stays together. We were sharing things on a far deeper level than we ever had before. And this sharing was transferring itself into other aspects of our life. Definitely a good thing.
The day of our little after hours event I added a few final items to my file drawer collection. On the way into work, I left a bit early and stopped by the grocery store. My mental image of slowly penetrating Katie and watching close up as her pussy stretched in accommodation still stuck with me. I was not comfortable with the idea of buying her a big thick dildo. Besides, that seemed too crass. I didn't want to be focusing on the object penetrating her, focusing on some big rubber dick. I wanted to focus on her pussy. For some reason, I kept coming back to the image of using a cucumber.
So here I was in the grocery store that morning to spend a few moments picking out three cucumbers from the produce display. I managed to find a fairly narrow one, about as big around as my dick, to start with. I wanted to be able to penetrate her with something, so I did not want to end up having something too big and not be able to use it at all. The second one that I picked was moderately bigger. Big enough that she would feel the difference, but not big enough to be unreasonable. The final one definitely was unreasonable. I picked the biggest, thickest cucumber that I could find.
Considering that I was hesitant to buy a dildo, I picked up a couple apples, a couple of donuts from the bakery, and a small bottle of orange juice to round out my purchases. I figured that buying three cucumbers first thing in the morning might be a little suspect.
At work, I stashed the cucumbers in my file drawer and had the donuts and orange juice for breakfast. The apples were saved for future snacks. My mind was definitely not on my work that day and it passed by painfully slowly. At last the day was done and I headed home. Katie and I had dinner and then Katie insisted on showering before her "exam" was to take place. I took care of some other things around the house as I waited for her. She dressed in her stockings, garter, strapless shelf bra, and jacket outfit with low heels. It was incredible to see her willing to go out like this. Not too long ago she would have insisted on putting something else on to leave the house and then change later. The drive was uneventful, I purposefully did not want to discuss with her what I had planned. Let it come as a bit of a surprise and see how things went.
When we got to the office, I told her that I would go in and leave the front door unlocked, then she could come in after a few moments. I went in and turned off the alarm and turned on a few lights. When ready, I sat down at the receptionist's desk and waited for Katie to come in. I heard her as she approached the door and looked up to watch her entrance. The jacket only covered enough to barely keep her respectable. She was showing a lot of leg and bare chest down to between her breasts. She approached the desk and told me that she was Mrs. Smith and that she was here for her appointment with Dr. Jones. I told her to have a seat and that the doctor would be with her shortly. She took a seat, demurely crossing her legs, and picking up a magazine to flip through. As I went upstairs, I locked the front door.
Once in my office, I started getting things ready for the computer backup and also moved some of my "exam equipment" around. Perhaps a better description of my office would help. I have a corner office in an older building. The corner office is due more to needing more space for the computer equipment than any other importance on my part. The outside walls each have one window. One inner wall is blank and the other one has the door out into the hallway. My desk faces the wall with the door. The desk is at the right corner of the wall with the door at the left corner of that wall. My desk is a U-shaped workstation made up of two desks and a table. The main desk facing the wall has my computer on it and has bookshelves along the wall above the monitor. On the left side, a second desk acts as an island, separating me from the door. It is a long work surface with a front to it that goes the whole way to the floor (not an open table) and filing cabinets under the one end. To my right is a shorter work surface below the one window with several filing cabinets below it and a few shelves. Behind me and to the left of the other window is a small computer workstation with the monitor and keyboard for the server. On the other side of the room, along the blank wall, are several floor to ceiling storage cabinets. As I said, my corner office has little to do with any importance on my part. In reality, they sort of stuck me in the storage room.
I got the backup running and moved my "equipment" to one of the shelves below the window for easier access, but pushed it back a bit so that Katie would not have a clear view of what was in store for her. I put one of the towels down on my spare chair for Katie to sit on and I also moved a desk lamp over to the server workstation. That way I could have Katie lay on my "island" desk with me sitting at the end of it for her examination with the light over my shoulder. With everything in place, I went downstairs to get Katie. As I came down the stairs, she looked up from her magazine. I told her that the doctor would see her now and as she stood up, I told her that she was welcome to leave her jacket here as I motioned to the coat closet and hangers. Katie did not even hesitate. She walked over to the closet and shrugged her jacket off, taking care to hang it neatly before turning back and walking over to me.
As she stood there before me she was naked for all practical purposes. Her stockings, garter, and shelf bra only served to accentuate her features and did absolutely nothing to cover them. For some people, seeing a naked person is always something sexual and dirty. Some see a naked person as being lewd and lascivious, no matter whether it is striptease or nude beach, a Hustler or a classical painting. Just the same, for some people it seems that the act of being naked can only be sexual and dirty. For Katie, it had never been that way. Even when she was uncomfortable with her nudity, it was due to insecurity and lack of confidence on her part, not any moral issues.
Katie stood before me now as though it was perfectly normal to be standing barely clothed in an office reception area. I further realized that it was not just because we were the only ones there. If her actions were accepted, she would be just as comfortable doing exactly the same thing during normal business hours. The funny thing was that this turned me on much more than if she had acted in a sexual or slutty way. I guess that we were a perfect match when it came right down to it.
I gestured for her to proceed up the stairs and followed behind her, taking great delight in watching her ass bounce up the stairs in front of me. As we reached the top of the stairs, I told her that she would be in the "first exam room on the left" to direct her into my office. Inside, I motioned for her to take a seat in my spare chair as I went past her to get to my own chair.
Once we were both seated, I began by asking Katie if she had any health concerns since her last visit. She replied that there were no problems to speak of, that she had been in good health for the past year. I pulled out a pad of paper to record her information on and told her that we would begin with the basics and asked her to roll her chair closer to me. I pulled out my digital thermometer and slipped one of the disposable sheathes onto it then held it out for her to take it into her mouth. Waiting for her temperature, I held her wrist to take her pulse and then noted her pulse and temperature on my notepad. Next I took out the blood pressure cuff and the stethoscope. Katie did not say anything, but I could tell by her expression that she was impressed that I went to that much trouble for our for our little game. I fastened the cuff around her arm and put the stethoscope on. Putting the stethoscope to her forearm, I inflated the cuff and then listened for the systolic and diastolic pressures. I had practiced on myself several times to be able do this fairly professionally. Removing the cuff, I noted the pressures on my notepad.
I told Katie to turn her chair sideways to me so that I could listen to her heart and lungs. I took a few moments to listen to her heart from both the front and the back and then told her to take a deep breath as I listened from the back. I moved the stethoscope several times, telling her to take a breath and then let it out. I then moved back to her front, repeating the listening and breathing but being sure to slide the stethoscope over each of her nipples in the process.
With that done, I put the stethoscope away and told her to face me again. I felt her neck, checking her lymph nodes, and then pulled out a tongue depressor and my penlight. I had her open her mouth and I looked down her throat, being careful that I did not put the tongue depressor too far back and cause her to gag. I then used the penlight to look in her eyes and ears. It may seem like I was taking too long to get to the good stuff, but I sensed that for both of us the more realistic I made it the better it would be.
I made a few notes on my pad about the examination so far and told her that we would proceed to the breast exam if she could remove her bra for me. I was a bit reluctant to have her remove part of her costume, but it was only going to get in the way as we progressed. Katie leaned forward in the chair to reach behind herself to unfasten the bra, then laid it on the desk beside her. I gently felt her left breast and then the right, gently pushing at it and massaging it from top to bottom and around the side of her chest to feel along the lymph nodes under her arms. I then examined each nipple. Rolling it between thumb and forefinger and pinching it slightly. I noted to her that they had excellent response and good color and made some more notes on my pad.
Despite the pleasure that I took from having her standing there in her garter, stockings, and heels, I realized that her outfit would only continue to get in the way of further examination so I asked her to remove the rest of her clothes. She stood and slipped her shoes off, nudging them under my desk. She then unsnapped her stockings and rolled them down and off her legs. Finally, she slipped the garter off.
With her fully naked, I asked her to stand between my legs and turn sideways to me. I rolled my chair a bit closer to her and placed my left hand across her butt to steady her and ran my right hand down along her belly, pushing slightly and squeezing at her to feel her abdomen. I made a couple more notes and then told her that we would finish things up on the examination table if she was ready.
I said that if she would get up on the table on her knees first, we could take a rectal temperature and take a culture to get that unpleasantness out of the way. Truthfully, I was not sure how she would react to any sort of anal penetration. She had made it pretty clear in the past that sexual penetration was not acceptable. However, she dutifully climbed onto the table with her butt in the air for me. I began by inserting the thermometer into another sheath and then carefully inserted it into her anus. When it beeped, I withdrew it and noted the temperature on the pad. She had not flinched at all, but I was still unsure as to how she would take this next step. I picked up a cotton swab and held it to her anus. I told her to relax and gently pushed it in, then slowly swiped it full circle around the inside of her anus twice for good measure and withdrew it. With no complaints from Katie, I decided to press my luck and told her it would be best to do a quick digital exam as well. She gave no resistance, so I pulled out a latex glove and the tube of KY. I pulled the glove onto my hand and dabbed a good bit of KY onto my middle finger. Once again, I told her to relax as I put my finger to her anus and then slowly pushed it in. To her credit, she did relax and I had no problems entering her. I gently felt inside of her, turning my hand this way and that to rub at all sides before withdrawing my finger from her and discarding the glove. Finally, I replaced the sheath on the thermometer with a fresh one and told Katie that I would take a quick vaginal temperature as well. I eased the thermometer into her pussy and then waited for it to record the temperature. When I was finished writing down the temperature, I wiped away the excess KY from her ass and told her that everything seemed fine and that we could proceed with the vaginal exam if she was ready. I had her get down from the desk and laid out a towel for under her ass and folded another for under her head, then helped her to lay back on the desk. I had her lay as close to the edge of the desk so that I could bring my chair up and sit between her legs. I turned on the desk lamp behind me and adjusted it so that it gave me a clear view of her.
I took a moment to put on a fresh pair of latex gloves. Even with her legs spread, her inner labia still stuck together to hide her so I started by running a finger down between them, spreading them open to expose her clit and vagina. I spent some time examining her labia, pulling gently at them and moving them around, and complemented her on how she kept things trimmed. Katie trims her pubic hair close, just a short bristle, but then she shaves her outer labia, leaving everything nicely exposed.
With her inner labia pulled back, I focused my attention on her clit for a moment. I rolled it between my thumb and felt it begin to swell in my grasp. I gently pulled at it, turning this way and that to examine all parts of it. I used one finger to gently push back the hood to expose the shiny pearl of her clit and gently caressed it with my finger. I felt her twitch beneath my finger and with continued stroking I was rewarded with an intake of breath from her and a slight shiver. I commented that her responses seemed to be in good order before I continued with my examination.
I dabbed some KY onto my finger and rubbed it in along her labia. She had been getting wetter as the examination went on, but I wanted the excuse to further rub her pussy and took some delight in the appearance of her pussy as it glistened back at me. I squeezed more KY onto my finger and liberally coated her clit with it, rubbing it around generously to make sure it was fully coated. From there I turned my attention to examining her inner labia, spreading them apart and stroking them with my finger. I pulled out another swab and carefully inserted it into her urethra. Gently, I moved it around a bit before pulling it back out.
This served little purpose except that I had been given the chance to fully examine Katie and I was not going to neglect any opportunity. Quite frankly, I was somewhat surprised at her patience. It was not that long ago that if I merely looked at her pussy for more than a moment she would get self conscious and cover it with her hand. Now here I was, able to take my good old time looking at everything, not to mention poking and prodding and moving things around to examine everything to my heart's content. All without any fidgeting or complaints. Not even during my brief anal explorations. Her only reactions had been due only to when I touched upon a sensitive spot.
With everything else explored, I turned my attention to her vagina itself. With a finger to either side, I spread it open a bit to begin my examination. Just pushing to either side of the opening really did not give me much of a view, so I gently inserted two fingers and pulled her open a bit more. Again, not too much that I could do before it would become uncomfortable for her, so I decided that was as far as I was going to pursue such things.
In coating her clit and labia with KY, I was really starting to prepare her for the next level of the examination. I wanted her to be well lubricated for the cucumbers. I told her that we were going to do an "accommodation test" to ensure that she could accept the standard range of penises into her. She spoke up, saying that her husband's penis was just the right size and that she could accommodate that quite properly. I took the complement but assured her that it was a standard test, if she had trouble with the test it could be a sign of other health issues. I also assured her that she would be well lubricated and should not feel any pain.
I squeezed more KY onto my finger and began to coat her pussy with it. Again, I was using more than was necessary more for the visual aspect than for the lubricating qualities. I freshened the coat on her clit and worked my way down, squeezing more out as I needed it. I coated her inner labia the whole way to the edges of her outer labia and then worked a liberal amount into her vagina. I wiped the excess off of my gloved hands so that I would have a decent grip on the cucumber and took hold of the first one, the narrow one. Katie moved a bit to try to see what I had in store for her and I told her to just settle back and relax. I assured her that if there was any discomfort, she should tell me immediately and I would stop.
I brought the cucumber up between her legs and told her that this was the first test subject, the smallest of the group, and asked her if she was ready. She took a bit of a breath before telling me to go ahead. I touched the tip of the cucumber to her pussy, running it between her labia a bit to coat the end of it with the KY. I then moved it to the entrance of her vagina and slowly began to push it in. It slowly slipped into her without much trouble. Her pussy did not even seem to be stretching much to accommodate it. I asked her to tell me when it had gone into her a comfortable distance, I did not want to go too far. As I eased it in further, I gave it a bit of a twisting motion to help its progress and Katie giggled and said that it felt "unique" when I did that. After a moment, Katie told me that was about as far as it was going to go and I stopped pushing. I let it sit like that for a moment and then slowly spun the cucumber inside of her, causing her to giggle again.
I drew the cucumber back out of her and said that the first test had gone very well. Katie commented that she was surprised that was the "small" end of the "standard" spectrum and wondered how much bigger things would go. "That filled me quite nicely," was her comment. I told her that we would be moving to the middle range now and that she should not be concerned.
I took a moment to add some more KY to her vagina, coating it thickly once again. I reached for the middle sized cucumber and brought it up between her legs. Once again, I rubbed the tip of it along between her labia to coat the end of it. At the grocery store, it did not look that much bigger than the first, but rubbing against her pussy it did look quite a bit larger in context. Being a little concerned about the girth of it, I took a moment to squeeze some KY onto the tip of it directly and spread it around with my finger. Placing it to the mouth of her pussy once again, I told her that this one was a bit larger and that she should tell me if there was any discomfort. When she said that she was ready, I began to slowly push it against her. It slid between her labia, but it was obvious that this one was going to stretch her a bit. I don't fully understand why it was such a thrill for me to be able to watch this happen, but I greatly enjoyed watching as I penetrated her with that cucumber. There was some resistance as I pushed it into her, so I took it slowly and gently rotated the cucumber as it went in. After about an inch and a half entered her, the resistance diminished and I was able to steadily push it into her until she said that was about as far as it was going to go. I paused for a moment to let her accommodate it within her, then began to rotate it inside of her as I had done with the last one. It was more of a moan that I got this time from her instead of a giggle. As I rotated the cucumber, I drew it back out a bit and then slid it in. It was definitely a moan that I got that time. I slowly fucked her with the cucumber for a few moments before withdrawing it and tossing it into the trash can alongside the first one.
I told her that there was one more test subject and then we were done. I again took a moment to replenish the KY coating of her vagina and applied a liberal amount to the end of the final cucumber. If I thought that the last one looked big in context to her pussy, this one was a monster! I seriously doubted whether she would be able to accommodate it. I told her to be sure to let me know if this was too much as I brought it to her pussy lips. I rubbed it back and forth along her slit a few times and then eased it against her opening. As I began to push it into her there was considerable resistance. It was between her labia, but had not really penetrated into her vagina. I pushed a bit harder and could feel it gaining a bit of ground when Katie told me to stop for a moment. I apologized, saying that I was sorry if it was hurting her and that we could stop. Always one for a challenge, Katie told me to just give her a moment, that she thought she could take it if I went slowly.
I let her catch her breath a bit and when she told me to go ahead, I began to push that monster cucumber into her. She shifted her legs a bit a couple times, spreading them further apart, and then told me to push harder. I gave it steady pressure and could feel it slipping into her. The sight of it entering her pussy was incredible! Her inner labia were stretched around it and looked taut. Again, after about two inches it seemed as though I had made my way past something and it began to slide into her a bit more easily. She started to let out an "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh..." as I was pushing so I stopped for a moment to ask if she was ok. She told me to keep pushing and as her hand found her clit, I had my answer as to how she was doing. She rubbed at her clit for a moment before tentatively reaching her hand down further. She ran her fingers around her pussy, feeling her outer labia and then her inner labia where they stretched around the cucumber. Finally she grasped the cucumber itself in her little hand, just to feel the size of it herself. With her hand wrapped around the base of the cucumber, she helped me to wedge it the rest of the way into her.
We were both just silent at that point. I just stared in awe at this dark green shaft wedged into Katie's pussy. Katie continued to trace her fingers around her pussy and the cucumber where it entered her, equally in awe of the experience. It was at this moment that we heard a noise from downstairs -- the noise of the front door opening...
Katie's head snapped up from the table and we stared in shock at each other for a moment. The sound of the door slamming shut broke us out of our paralysis and we both started scrambling in all directions. Katie pulled the cucumber out of her pussy and I was treated to a very brief view of her vagina still gaping open, still stretched from the cucumber. I briefly worried that I had gone too far, that her pussy would never be the same after being stretched so wide. The thought disappeared as I rushed to clean up and get things out of sight. Katie placed the cucumber in the trash, gathered her undergarments, and was looking around for a place to hide. I wiped the desk with one of the towels and swept the towels, KY, and gloves all into the trash can. I had been putting other things away on the shelf after I had used them, so it was only a matter of pushing them to the back to get them out of sight. I looked at Katie and she was giving me a panicked "what do I do?" look. Her jacket was downstairs and did not do a good enough job of covering her even if she had brought it upstairs. I could not risk having her make a run for the bathroom and have the person see her if they were coming up the stairs, so I pointed at the desk, motioning for her to get under it. If anyone came upstairs, I knew that they would probably at least stop at my door to say hello. Unless they came around my desk, Katie would be well enough hidden. I only hoped that whoever it was had just stopped in briefly and was not planning on being here long.
I spun myself around to face the server, adjusted my desk lamp so that it was not pointing off into space, and tried to make myself look busy. My heart was pounding and my ears were straining to try to pick up any sound of someone coming up the stairs. I thought that I heard something and a moment later was sure that I heard one of the top treads squeak a bit.
When the voice came, even though I was expecting it, I nearly jumped. "Hey, tryin' to impress the bossman, huh?" Recognizing the voice and inwardly cringing, I turned around in my chair and said to Gerald that it was monthly backup time. Of all the people I worked with, I think that Gerald was at the absolute bottom of the list of people I wanted to face in this situation. I'd be hard pressed to tell you which one of my coworkers I would like to have wander into my office while my naked wife was hiding under the desk, but Gerald was definitely the last person I would consider.
Gerald was just one of those slimy people that you couldn't trust. I knew that if he found us out, he would end up telling everyone about it at the most embarrassing and inopportune moment. Something like standing up toward the end of the company holiday party and suggesting that Katie strip down so everyone would have a chance to see her little body like he had seen that one evening in the office. Of course, he'd get some extortion in as well. Try to convince Katie that if she would just let him fuck her, then he would keep the secret. Only problem would be that he'd still tell and just use that against us as well. I could picture him at the holiday party suggesting that Katie get naked and go around and bounce on everyone's dick the way that she had bounced on his. My stomach turned at the thought and I mentally tried to will him out of the doorway and on his way.
My luck with such things has never been good and Gerald stepped into the room. My stomach tied itself in knots. If he decided that he wanted to stay and talk for awhile, I was sitting in one chair at the server and my other chair was behind my desk. If he came around the desk there was no way that Katie could hide from him.
Fortunately, he just leaned back against the door frame to talk. It was his usual trash talk, talking people down and complaining about the boss and such. I suffered through it for about ten minutes before he said that he had stopped in to pick up some papers and had to get going, his girlfriend was waiting in the car. She was a cute strawberry blonde, the kind of woman people described as being one of the nicest people. What she saw in him...
With Gerald gone, I risked a quick glance under my desk at Katie. She was wedged back in one corner, hunched over with her legs drawn up and her arms around her knees. She gave me a questioning look and I whispered for her to stay put until he left the building again. I did not know if she meant to try to find a better hiding place or what, she had heard the whole conversation and knew about as much about what was going on as I did. There was no other place in my office and I could not risk her trying to make a run for the women's room or elsewhere. Even if he did not see her, if he even heard her then Gerald might decide to stick around to say hello. Since she did not have any clothes to speak of to even change into, the best thing was for her to just stay put.
Despite however cute she looked under there, I sincerely wished that she had clothes to change into. Although at this point that would have also presented a problem if she suddenly appeared, even if she was fully clothed. Better to just wait it out. I made a feeble attempt to look around at some things on the server as I waited for Gerald to come back through. I only hoped that the presence of his girlfriend would expedite things and get him moving along. For once, the fates smiled upon me and it was only several minutes before he stopped back at my door to say goodnight and that he was going to be on his way. I told him that I would see him in the morning and wished him a good evening. I listened carefully as he went downstairs and eventually heard the door open and close.
I knew that we were not totally out of the woods yet. I waited another couple of minutes and then told Katie to stay put while I went downstairs to check to make sure that Gerald had really left. For all I knew, he may have suspected something and made up the bit about his girlfriend waiting. I was getting entirely too paranoid about this whole thing. It was quiet when I went downstairs. I crossed to the door and made sure that it was locked, I figured that he would have at least done me that favor. The lights were on in the reception area, so I went into one of the offices to look out the window. I did not want to be too obvious, but I had to check to make sure that he was not waiting. I could not see anything, so I grabbed Katie's jacket from the closet and headed back upstairs.
Katie was still hiding under the desk when I returned, good girl! As I entered my office I called out softly that everything was ok and after a moment her head appeared from behind my desk. Her first comment was, "Why did it have to be Gerald?" She knew as well as I what the implications would have been if he had found out. She surprised me when she said that anyone else and she might have actually considered inviting them to play along with us. But she was most emphatic that there was no way she would consider that with Gerald.
Unfortunately, the turn of events had taken the wind out of our sails. The backup was nearly finished anyway, so we decided that we were just going to head home when it was done. Katie slipped her jacket and shoes back on, leaving the rest of her undergarments in a pile. She then headed to the rest room to clean up a bit and I set about cleaning up things in my office. I pulled the towels back out of the trash can and wrapped up the equipment in them. Everything disposable I tossed into the trash. When Katie got back, I told her that I was going to take the trash out to the dumpster. No sense having the cleaning staff wondering about latex gloves and cucumbers and such. I also wanted to take a look around outside to make sure that Gerald was not still lurking around somewhere.
The trip out to the dumpster was uneventful. No sign of anyone waiting around. By the time I got back to my office the backup was finished, so I shut things down and we gathered our stuff together. Katie grabbed one of the other towels to wrap her undergarments up in. We took a last look around the office to make sure that we were not forgetting anything, shut out the lights, and headed downstairs. I took another quick look outside, shut off the lights, set the alarm, and Katie and I headed to the car.
The ride home was pretty quiet. It was unfortunate that Gerald had to pick that night to stop by. We were really getting into things, but the end of the evening definitely put a damper on the mood. In bed that night we finally were able to talk about the evening a bit more. We both agreed that we probably had taken things at the office as far as we should. We both had always known the risks. Not just the risk of getting caught, but the risk of what getting caught could mean to my job. Surprisingly, Katie made that distinction. She admitted that she was getting more into the idea of actually exposing herself to someone. Not just getting turned on by the idea that someone might see her or the idea that someone could come along. Up until then, the fishermen were sort of the only ones that we actually planned on exposing Katie to. It looked like our adventures were going to take a bit of a turn after this event. Time would tell...
There was another price to be paid for that night's adventures, though. As I said, Katie had made it pretty clear previously that her anus was for exit only. She told me that she let me play around with her ass because it did not seem to do any harm. She did make it clear that she hoped it was not a secret fetish for me because it really did nothing for her. I assured her that I really was not into that, that I had just been a little curious to see what she did. She said that was fine, but thinking about it, she should be able to satisfy her own curiosity. After what she had allowed me to do, there was no point in arguing and Katie got to play proctologist one evening. A latex glove and some KY and I pretty much agreed with Katie, it really did not do anything for me.
