THE DOCTOR

My wife complained that her pussy was very itchy. It 
was getting so bad that she was very uncomfortable. We 
decided to go see a gynecologist. We had just moved in 
to this small town and my wife didn't have any idea 
about who to go to. When I called one of my friends he 
recommended the name of his friend who was a gynec in 
the government day-hospital. It was rather unusual as 
in the country side small towns in India, usually 
females prefer to go to female gynecs. But since that 
was our only lead, we made an appointment and drove to 
the government clinic.

When we checked at the reception, we were told that the 
doctor was actually occupied and we might have to wait 
for some time. It was already nearing 5.30pm and the 
out patient department was absolutely empty outside the 
gynec's clinic.

We waited till 6pm and there was no sign of the doctor, 
so I went to the reception and asked again. There was 
only one staff at the reception and she seemed very 
busy filing her reports before closing the clinic. She 
told me to wait outside the doctor's room as she had no 
idea about his schedule. So I went back but outside the 
doctor's room there was no sign of my wife. I realized 
that the doctor might have called her inside while I 
was away. So I walked up to the door and opened it 
slightly after knocking.

The room was empty. It was like a mini reception and 
the table was unmanned. There were two more doors 
perhaps leading to consultation rooms.
Both the doors had tiny glass panels through which you 
could see inside. I peeked in one of the rooms and saw 
that there was no one inside. In the other room I saw 
my wife walking towards the inspection table. She was 
taking off her saree so I decided to wait outside till 
the doctor completed the check-up.

The inspection table was lined along the back wall and 
there was a metal screen pulled up as a partition. But 
I could see clearly what was happening on the other 
side of the partition through the reflection of the 
table in a full length mirror on the opposite side. 
After my wife took off her saree, she folded it as 
neatly as possible and slung it across the screen and 
lay down on the table. Her feet were facing the mirror 
and I could clearly see her panty-clad pussy mound.

The doctor washed his hand at the sink and started 
wearing a pair of gloves... then he turned to my wife 
and asked her to remove her panties which she did. Then 
he asked her to pull her petticoat up. She pulled the 
petticoat up till her knees but because of the angle, 
the cotton underskirt just slipped all the way to her 
waist, exposing her milky thighs and hairy pussy 
completely to the doctor.

The doctor was wearing brown trousers and a polo-t-
shirt under his white coat. He asked her a few 
questions and told her to spread her legs so he could 
check up the problem. Once my wife pushed her legs 
apart her pussy lips stretched a bit and started 
opening up and I could see the slight pink folds 
inside.

The doctor, to my surprise, then removed his right 
glove (out of my wife's sight) and threw it in the 
dustbin kept under the table. He then bent down and 
spit on his index finger and slowly inserted the finger 
in her pussy. I could see that my wife spasmed at the 
sudden intrusion in her pussy. But probably her itching 
pussy liked the friction produced by his calloused bare 
hands and she just bit her lower lip. 

The doctor took out his finger and sniffed it. His eyes 
closed for a second and then he inserted the finger in 
my wife's pussy again. This time, he rubbed her pussy 
lips sideways up and down. He repeated it a few times 
and asked her if it was the position where her pussy 
was itching. 

His exact words were, "Lady, is your pussy itching 
here? Or here? Or here? Or here?" each time he would 
move his finger on a different part of her pussy lips.

My wife, clearly in discomfort, replied, "the itching 
is not outside doctor it is inside."

At which the doctor proceeded to push his finger inside 
till his second knuckle and rotated it in circular 
motion along the pussy's hole and tunnel. By so much 
fingering inside her pussy, I was sure that my wife 
must be getting aroused as she can't take must 
stimulation of her pussy even when we have sex. 

The doctor was continuously rubbing my wife's pussy in 
a manner that didn't seem very clinical but I was 
rooted to the spot. My cock was filling up with blood 
and straining my underwear. I just stayed put to see 
where all this would lead to.

"Okay, let's try something different," he said and 
without warning her and without lubricating it, he 
pushed another finger in her pussy, "how does it feel 
now? Better?" he said and started finger fucking her 
like a man would do before fucking a woman with his 
cock. 

He must have noticed that my wife was squirming her ass 
and was now highly aroused with all his stimulation of 
her pussy. He then added a third finger to her now 
obviously very wet pussy. I was shocked to see that she 
was so wet and had allowed the middle aged and quite 
unattractive doctor to penetrate her pussy with three 
bare fingers - skin to skin.

Now the doctor held my wife's knee with one hand and 
fucked her with his glistening fingers - pounding her 
moist pussy furiously. The thick thumb of his hand was 
also manipulating her engorged clit each time his 
fingers slid in her pussy. 

My wife's head was thrown back and she was moving 
around like a fish out of water. Her feet were no 
longer planted on the table, she had lifted her feet 
high enough in a wanton fashion just like those sluts 
in porno movies. She looked like she was expecting the 
doctor to keep her feet on his shoulders.

The doctor's hand now moved to her breast from her 
knees and he started playing with her erect nipples. 
His hand was a blur as it fucked my wife's sweet pussy 
so far touched only by my cock, tongue and hands. 

Then I heard my wife mumble to the doctor, "Oh doctor, 
the itch is getting worse... it's not here anymore... 
it's moved deeper... much deeper inside. Please do 
something, oh please remove my pussy's itch or I will 
die." She was panting heavily and biting her lips and 
throwing her head left and right continuously.

The doctor removed his hand from her breasts and 
without missing a beat of his fingers fucking her 
pussy, he unzipped himself and hauled out a massive 
erection. The angry looking cock was at least 11 inches 
long and about four inch in diameter. It was more than 
double the size of my cock. Its uncut head was oozing 
precum like a faucet and his purple cockhead was 
slightly visible from under the skin.

As he removed his fingers stained and glistening with 
my wife's pussy juice, he quickly replaced his fingers 
with his cock and rubbed it along her pussy lips. No 
condom, no birth control pill for my wife and her 
fertile period and this middle aged ugly doctor ready 
to plunge his thick hard cock inside my wife's pussy - 
oh my god it was all getting a bit too much for me but 
by the time I thought what I should do, the good doctor 
had eased his cock inside my wife's itchy pussy. She 
calmed down for a moment but it was probably to get 
used to his massive cock rather than the ease in her 
itchy pussy. 

The doctor too stopped for a moment till he slowly 
pushed his monster cock inside her hairy pussy inch by 
inch. I was shocked to see that my wife, who sometimes 
complained that my cock was painful inside, was happily 
chewing his entire cock with her pussy. I could see 
their pubic hair mingling with each other.

The doctor then pulled his cock out of her pussy 
completely. I saw as it came out... I thought it would 
never end, it was so long and thick.

Once he pulled it out completely I saw the gapping hole 
of my wife's pussy inviting it back inside and he 
promptly in one forceful thrust plunged his massive 
cock to its hilt. Then there was no stopping as he 
fucked her mercilessly. My wife's moans filled the room 
as she furiously rubbed her clit in time with his cocks 
entry and exit from her insatiably itchy pussy.

Suddenly she bent upwards and grimaced in throes of her 
orgasm. The doctor waited till her pleasure waves 
stopped and he started fucking her again. They fucked 
for about five more minutes and then, the good doctor, 
pushed inside one final time and remained inside her 
pussy. He clutched her waist as if to not let any sperm 
get out of her pussy. 

I could see from his tensing ass cheeks that he was 
unloading his potent baby-making sperm inside my pretty 
wife's so far faithful pussy. He must have come at 
least for a full three minutes and after that he slowly 
withdrew his cock from her pussy, leaving her hole wide 
open for even a horse cock to fuck her. Then to my 
surprise he stuffed a lot of cotton inside her pussy 
and pulled her panties on.

"This will help your pussy cool down," he said with a 
wink and turned around to wash his hands.

My wife remained motionless for sometime and then 
started dressing up. I quickly got out and sat down on 
one of the chairs outside reading an old magazine lying 
nearby.

My wife came out five minutes later and we drove back 
to our home. She never said anything except that her 
itch feels better. As we reached home, I pushed her to 
the bed and ripped her clothes apart. She was a bit 
conscious as the cotton was still blocking her pussy so 
I gave her an opportunity to take the cotton out and 
went to the bathroom to take a piss.

But I didn't give her too much time and returned 
quickly before she could wipe the evidence. I shouldn't 
have worried there was a cupful inside and as I dove 
down on her pussy with my mouth clamped on her pussy 
lips, I got a big spurt inside my mouth. I swallowed 
easily savouring my new found creampie taste and 
plunged my tongue inside her wide pussy to suck out all 
of the doctor's still fresh cum.

And then I positioned my six inch cock at her pussy 
entrance and plunged inside without any friction 
because of the damage the doctor's massive cock had 
done to her pussy... but never mind that and I came 
within three strokes and collapsed on top of her and we 
both fell asleep like that.

Next morning as I was leaving for the office, my wife 
told me, "I think the itch has retuned again... I 
better take another appointment with the doctor." 

I looked at her dumfounded and replied, "Fine just tell 
me what time and I will drive you there."