Chapter 2: Building Tension
Nick stood by the exam table, his heart pounding in his chest like a snare drum, as Dr. Angela explained the procedure with a matter-of-fact calmness that seemed at odds with the situation. Her voice was steady, her hands steady, her demeanor steady, while inside him, chaos reigned supreme.
"Alright, Kate," Dr. Angela said, turning to his wife, "I'm going to start by examining you, ensuring everything is in order. It's important for us to stimulate your body, to encourage Nick's...
arousal," Dr. Angela finished, her eyes flicking briefly to the bulge in his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. Kate lay back on the exam table, her knees slightly parted, exposed and vulnerable. Dr. Angela approached her, her heels clicking softly on the tiled floor. She was a tall, elegant woman, her dark hair pulled back into a severe bun, her lab coat crisp and pristine. Her hands, gloved in latex, moved with practiced ease as she began to examine Kate.
She started with her breasts, cupping them gently, her thumbs brushing against Kate's nipples until they hardened into stiff peaks. Kate gasped, her back arching slightly, as Dr. Angela's touch sent electric jolts through her body. Nick watched, his mouth dry, as the doctor's hands roamed over his wife's curves, his cock twitching in his pants.
"Her breasts are healthy, responsive," Dr. Angela commented, her voice clinical despite the intimate nature of her examination.
"Now, let's check your vaginal health, Kate." She moved her gloved hands down, tracing the soft skin of Kate's inner thighs, before gently parting her legs further. Kate's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as Angela's fingers brushed against her slick folds.
Nick stood transfixed, his cock now straining painfully against his zipper. He could see the glistening wetness coating Kate's pussy lips, could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His wife's body responded to Angela's touch, her hips lifting slightly, seeking more contact.
Nick's cock throbbed, jealous of the attention Angela was giving Kate. He wanted to be the one touching her, making her squirm, making her moan. Fuck, he thought, this is fucking hot.
Angela's fingers found Kate's clit, circling it slowly, teasingly. Kate's breath came in short gasps, her hands gripping the sides of the exam table. Nick's eyes flicked between Angela's hand and Kate's face, watching the pleasure play across her features.
"She's very responsive," Angela commented, her voice still clinical, but with a hint of something more.