Liz - Ordeal Part 1

Wife And White Doctor

When my wife and I emigrated to the US from India, my

wife was around 23 years old. Soon after we came here,

she got admission to a local college where she wanted

to continue her studies. As a foreign student, before

she started college she had to show that she had

adequate medical insurance coverage. Luckily my job

covered her medical benefits. To get her insurance

paperwork done, she had to pick out a primary

physician. For some reason, I always found it exciting

to think of a male doctor examining female patients. I

looked through the list of doctors (with their

pictures) provided by my insurance company and

deliberately picked out a white male doctor who looked

like a hunk, and signed him up as my wife's doctor. 

My wife had to make a preliminary visit to see him

just to get the paperwork done. She was a little

uneasy about going to him, because in India she had

only been to a female doctor. On the first visit, she

just had to fill out some forms and he asked her about

her medical and family history. After she came back

from the visit, she talked a lot about her doctor and

about how nice and patient he was with her. I could

tell that she was very impressed with him. 

My wife had always been somewhat of a hypochondriac,

and I soon found that she started going to the doctor

often, usually for minor allergy problems that she

used to have occasionally. Every time she went to see

him, she couldn't stop talking about how great he was.

I also found out that she spent a major part of her

visits talking to him about things other than her

illness. The doctor asked her a lot of personal

questions about her background and the like, and

always asked her to come back for another visit to

follow-up on the medication she was taking. He also

asked her to schedule a complete physical for her, but

she was nervous about it and kept postponing it. She

then told me one day that she thought the doctor was

starting to flirt with her. Although my wife was

generally shy, she was by nature a little bit of a

flirt and she was always popular with guys at her

college. I have always been very close to my wife and

she would come home and tell me about the guys who

came on to her. 

She was flattered by the attention and I was also kind

of excited that so many guys found her attractive. As

it turned out, this doctor was no different and my

wife kept flirting with him during her visits. After a

few months, I happened to meet him at the lobby of his

clinic when I went to pick her up after one of her

visits. It turned out that he was really a very

charming and friendly guy, and I hit it off very well

with him. He looked older than he did in his

photograph; he was much older than us (early forties,

we were in our mid-twenties). After I talked with him

for a while, I invited him to visit our apartment

because he mentioned to me that he loves Indian food,

and my wife happens to be a very good cook. 

The doctor came over to see us the next weekend, and

my wife was excited like a schoolgirl to cook a big

dinner for him. When he came over, she was dressed in

a beautiful red sari and he was quite surprised to see

her dressed that way. During the dinner, he repeatedly

complimented my wife on her dress and her looks and

started talking about how sexy Indian girls are. My

wife kept blushing and it was clear to me that they

were both very attracted to each other. He also talked

about his ex-wife and said that wives in Asian

cultures are better because they take good care of

their husbands. We started talking about his love life

and I asked him about his past relationships. He was

very frank and told us that since his divorce he had

had no steady girlfriend, but that he had been with

several women. He then winked at my wife and said that

he had never been with an Asian girl. Somehow I

blurted out that my wife had never been with an

American guy either. Of course he took it as a sign of

encouragement, and he started asking more questions

about her. I told him truthfully that she was a virgin

when I married her, and that she had not been with any

other guy before or since. My wife blushed deeply when

I said it, and pretended to be angry at me, but I

could tell that she was excited. 

After dinner, my wife started putting the dishes away,

and the doctor commented that he was surprised to see

her doing housework dressed that way, because the sari

appeared to be quite delicate. She said that it is

not, and he went over to her to have a closer look. My

wife had long flowing hair that reached nearly till

her hips, and since she didn’t tie her hair, it

covered much of her back. He held her hair up with

both hands to look at the sari closely. Since her

blouse was cut low in the back, much of her shoulder

was bare. She started blushing again, but was clearly

enjoying the show she was giving to both of us. He

then asked her how the sari is worn, and she explained

that most of it is wrapped around her waist and one

end is placed over the shoulder. 

He was surprised that there were no buttons or snaps

to hold it in place, and gently lifted the end of the

sari that was covering her shoulder and moved it away

from her body. The small blouse that she wore under

the sari was tight and made of very thin cloth and the

outline of her bra and the shape of her breasts were

clearly visible. She didn’t expect him to do this so

quickly, and she protested mildly, folding her arms

across her breasts to cover up, but soon stopped

trying and let us have a good look at her. My wife has

relatively small breasts, but they were firm and well

shaped, and a hint of her perky nipples was visible

from even under her bra. The blouse was cut low in the

front as well, and a little bit of her cleavage was

visible. The blouse reached just below her breasts and

her midriff was bare. 

She always wore her sari below her waistline, and

since she had a very small waist, her navel and belly

looked gorgeous above the folds of the sari. He then

dropped the end of the sari to the floor, and asked

her to turn around, to give us a view from all sides.

I already had a boner and was starting to wonder how

far this would go. He asked her what she wore under

the sari. She first blushed and pretended to be mad at

him for asking, but then told him she wore a skirt,

and raised the inner folds of the sari to show a

little of her underskirt in matching red. He then

playfully asked her what she had on under the skirt.

She didn't answer him, but she blushed deeply, and

picked up the end of her sari and put it back on, and

rushed back to the kitchen to finish putting the

dishes away. 

The doctor and I went to the living room to watch some

TV, and he told me that he thought my wife was very

sexy and that I was very lucky to have her. I thanked

him for the compliment and told him that my wife had

told me good things about him and seemed to be fond of

him. Somehow I liked the guy quite a bit, and I wasn’t

the least bit jealous about his enjoying the company

of my wife, especially since he was much older than

her. My wife joined us after a while. She had changed

into an ankle-length skirt and a top, and had tied her

hair in a knot. She was very petite and slim, and

looked almost like a teenager. The doctor was sitting

on the couch and I was on a chair, so she went and sat

next to him on the couch. He put his arm around her

and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. She

looked at me like she couldn’t believe what he was

doing, but I told her it was all right. He asked me if

it was OK to kiss her and I smiled to indicate my

approval. He held her head with both his hands and

started kissing her in earnest. I thought it was best

to leave them alone for a minute, so I excused myself

pretending to go to the bathroom. 

When I came back, she was sitting on his lap, and he

was still kissing her deeply. She had her eyes closed

and seemed to be melting in his arms. I wasn’t

bothered at all by this and in fact found it very sexy

to watch them together. I sat on a chair at the other

end of the room and watched them intently. I watched

as he held her head with one hand, and put his other

hand under her top to caress her breasts over her bra.

I could tell that my wife was very excited and she

seemed to tremble at his touch. Very soon he raised

her hands to remove her top, and then slowly unhooked

the thin white bra she had on and let it fall to the

floor. She looked at me and giggled, and she seemed

giddy with excitement. I could barely believe that my

wife was sitting topless on another man’s lap, but the

sight was incredibly exciting to me. He was more than

a foot taller than my wife, and she looked very tiny

next to him. 

He then got up, lifted her off his lap and laid her on

her back on the couch. He then knelt on the floor

beside her, and kissed her passionately on her mouth,

and then moved down her body, covering her neck,

breasts and belly with kisses. My wife seemed to be in

another world altogether, and was responding to his

touches with giggles and moans that seemed to excite

him even more. He slipped one hand under her skirt and

started feeling up her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up

to her thighs showing her legs that were covered in

knee-length stockings. He stopped and slowly rolled

down her stockings and removed them. Her toenails were

painted pink, and her feet looked very shapely and

delicate. He started kissing and licking her feet and

legs, tickling the soles of her feet mercilessly for a

couple of minutes as she laughed and thrashed about

uncontrollably. He then reached under her skirt and

lowered her panties and removed them. He then came

over to me, breathless with excitement, and asked me

in a whisper if I could give him a condom. I hadn’t

expected things to proceed this fast, but I went to

the bedroom, got one and gave it to him. 

He went back to my wife who was now sitting up on the

couch, and gave the condom to her. He then unbuckled

his belt, lowered his jeans and revealed a very

visible erection within his jockey shorts. He then

motioned to my wife to put the condom on him. She

hesitated for a second and looked at me and I gave her

the go-ahead. My wife got down, knelt on the floor and

then lowered his underwear with his help. His cock was

very stiff and pointed almost straight up with a

prominent pink head. She struggled to get the condom

packet opened, and then tried to put it on him. She

had never put on a condom before (I always did it

myself), so she fumbled with his cock and the condom

for a while, trying to get it on. After she was done,

he stepped out of his jeans and shorts, and laid her

on her back on the carpeted floor and lifted up her

skirt all the way, revealing her smooth thighs and

pubic area. 

He kissed her briefly on her pussy that was very

smooth and cleanly shaven, which is the way she

usually kept it. Her brown pussy lips looked moist and

inviting. He then parted her legs, folding them at the

knees and raised them till her knees were above her

chest. He knelt beside her and entered her

effortlessly. I knew that she must have been quite wet

because usually she needed to use a little lubricant

to ease with penetration. He started with slow, deep

strokes. My wife bit her lower lip and closed her

eyes, wincing occasionally when he thrust deeply into

her. I could not see her pussy from where I was

sitting, but it was incredibly erotic to watch her

with her legs spread widely apart, and his butt

bobbing up and down between her legs. His skin looked

very pale against the golden brown complexion of her

legs. He kept this up for a while and then started

thrusting harder and faster, causing my wife to let

out a grunt as he entered her each time. She was not

used to this, because I was usually much more gentle

with her. I suspected that it was hurting her a

little, but she did not say anything or to try to stop

him. She was also breathing faster and started to

sweat all over. 

He continued thrusting harder, occasionally stopping

to catch his breath. After he was finished, he rolled

over to the side and they snuggled for a while. My

wife was tired but she soon started giggling and

laughing as before. She got up and removed the condom

from his cock and disposed it off. She then came back

with a napkin and wiped off his cock, which was

covered in his cum. I was surprised because she had

never done this for me. She then gathered her clothes

and went to the bathroom to clean up. The doctor also

put his jeans back on and thanked me profusely and

told me how much he enjoyed it. When my wife came

back, he complimented her repeatedly. He stayed with

us for another hour enjoying a pot of coffee my wife

made. 

My wife was a little nervous after he left, worrying

about what she had done, and wondering whether anyone

would find out. I assured her that it was OK with me,

and that the doctor will be discreet about this (which

he was). He called us a couple of times during the

next week to chat, and asked if he could stop by

again. We both immediately agreed without any

hesitation. 

He showed up the next weekend with a big bouquet of

flowers for my wife, which of course pleased her very

much. This time my wife was not as nervous or shy as

before because she knew what was about to happen. He

said that he did not like to use a condom and offered

to get birth control pills for her. He said that he

had to give her a quick check-up before he could write

a prescription and offered to make an appointment at

his clinic the next week. My wife had never had an

OB/GYN exam, and I was curious about the exam and

asked him about it. He said that he needs to do some

basic checks and then do a breast exam, an internal

exam and a pap smear. He said I was welcome to

accompany my wife during the exam. This sounded very

exciting to me and I eagerly agreed. I joked with him

about how nice it was to be able to see many women

naked as part of his work. He admitted that it is very

interesting for him, but that most of his female

patients are much older and that he didn’t have many

that looked like my wife. Also he was an internist

(not an OB/GYN) and he didn’t do internal exams on

women often. 

After dinner he started cuddling with her. This time

he undressed her fully and he also got completely

naked. He had a nice build and it was clear that he

kept in good shape. He was very different from me

physically - taller and quite bigger. He had broad

shoulders, a hairy chest and strong arms, all of which

my wife seemed to like. They cuddled naked on the

couch for a while. He then picked up my wife and made

her sit on his lap and started nibbling on her tits

with one hand between her legs. He then put her down

on the floor and sat up straight on the couch, took

her hand and placed his cock in it. He motioned her to

come closer to his cock and my wife understood that he

wanted her to suck him. 

My wife had given me oral sex a few times before, but

only very briefly as a prelude to making love. He

caressed her hair and brought her head closer to his

cock, and she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips

around the head of his cock. She had deep red lipstick

on and it was a wonderful sight to see my wife

kneeling on the floor and taking his cock into her

mouth. Unlike me, he was circumcised. His cock was

about the same size as mine but it looked very

different because of his white skin, the bulbous pink

head, and the light brown hair that covered his pubic

area. He instructed her to do various things with her

mouth, like licking up and down the length of his

cock, flicking her tongue across the head of his cock,

and kissing the underside of his cock and his

testicles. He would then again have her take his cock

into her mouth with her lips wrapped tightly around

it, with his hands guiding her head up and down the

length of his cock. She got the hang of it quickly and

started doing it without his help, holding onto the

base of his cock with her thumb and index finger. 

When he was close to coming, he would stop her and ask

her to lick around and below his cock. This was

repeated several times, until his cock was covered in

her saliva and smeared lipstick. Unlike the first day,

I sat very close to them this time, so I had a very

clear view of all this. When he finally started

coming, his cock was still inside her mouth, but he

pulled out quickly and his cum fell on her chin, neck

and breasts. She acted like she was grossed out, and

scolded him for not warning her. She then ran to the

bathroom to clean up, and came back after a while,

still fully nude, with a damp cloth and wiped off the

cum and lipstick from his cock. He thanked her,

apologized to her and told her she was so sexy he

couldn’t hold back. 

He gave her an appointment for an exam a few days

later for getting birth control pills. I stayed with

her throughout the exam. His nurse took her in, and

got her to change into a gown. The nurse was a little

surprised that I wanted to stay with her for the exam.

My wife explained to her that she wanted me with her

for support. The nurse did the preliminaries like her

blood pressure and temperature, and then left us. The

doctor then came in, winked at us, but proceeded to

examine her professionally. He asked her a few

questions about family history, and did some basic

checks. He then opened her gown in front and checked

her breasts for lumps. He felt her up all around her

breasts and under her arms, except for her nipples

which were very perky and stood out clearly. He also

explained to her that she needs to do breast

self-exams and showed her how to. He then closed her

gown and asked her to lie down and then slide down the

table. He helped her put her feet into the supports,

and raised her gown to the waist and spread her knees

widely apart. I went over to the foot of the table so

that I had a good view. He put on latex gloves and

inserted a finger into her pussy and examined her

internal walls. He explained what he is doing as he

went on examining her insides for a while. He then

inserted a speculum in her to hold her pussy open. I

was amazed at the view he had of my wife, with her

legs spread obscenely apart and her cleanly shaven

pussy on display, held open with the speculum so that

he could see deep inside her pussy. The insides of her

pussy looked very moist and pink. He wrapped up the

rest of the exam in another few minutes, and took a

sample for the pap smear. After she got dressed, he

gave her a ton of free samples of birth control pills

and asked her to start taking the pills every day. 

From then onwards, we continued seeing him on most

weekends. He would usually stop by on Fridays. He

would always bring a nice gift for my wife, including

expensive items like jewelry occasionally. Sometimes

he would stay overnight and leave the next morning. My

wife was much more relaxed after the first day and

started enjoying the whole thing more. The three of us

became very intimate, and we started talking very

openly about everything. Since she was on the pill, he

always had unprotected sex with her (which she

preferred too). We were both pretty naive about sexual

things then, and he taught us both many new things and

he also got her to do many things she had never tried

before. He liked to be quite aggressive with her and

treated her more roughly than I ever did. She didn’t

seem to mind it much, and I let him push her around a

little bit. He clearly enjoyed the power he had over

her, and especially seemed to like to do her in front

of me. His favorite was to do her doggy style on the

floor, or to have her sit on his cock and ride him.

She had done neither of these before. He would usually

make her face me, so that I can see the expressions on

her face. He could last much longer than I could. It

took longer for him to get an erection (usually she

had to suck him for a while to get him up) but once he

was up he took a long time to come. He taught her to

rub her clit as she was riding his cock, and she

learned to get herself off this way. When he stayed

over, he would sleep in our bed with us with my wife

in the middle usually wearing only a T-shirt and

panties. He would spend much time cuddling with her,

and would usually make love to her in the morning as I

lay next to them watching. When he took a shower in

the morning, he would take her with him to the shower

and have her soap, wash and dry him off. She was happy

to go along with his demands and I didn’t mind it much

either because he was very sweet and gentle with her

always. 

We also went to his house often. He had a nice house

in the suburbs with a lot more room to play. His house

had a wooded backyard with a lot of privacy and he

liked to barbecue in the backyard. He had a

well-stocked bar and we both liked to play drinking

games with my wife, usually getting her very drunk.

She gets drunk easily and is a lot of fun when she is

drunk. We made up several silly games designed so that

my wife would lose and would have to take off her

clothes or do embarrassing things like stay topless as

we grilled in the backyard, or to pee in the open in

the backyard as we both watched her. He had a small

collection of porn movies that we watched together. My

wife had never seen any before and it was an

eye-opener for her. We got her to try to imitate some

of the girls in the movies. 

Unlike many experiences I have read about wife

sharing, we never did a threesome. A few times, I made

love to her or had her suck me in front of him

(usually when he encouraged me to), but I always

preferred to just watch. Those days I used to make

love to her almost everyday, so I didn't mind holding

back on those days when the doctor visited. It was

doubly exciting for me to watch because I always loved

to see my wife with another guy, and I also found it

very sexy to watch an Asian gal with a white guy

because they seemed to go very well together. I guess

it is kind of like many white husbands who want to see

their wives with black guys. 

We continued this for about 5 months, after which he

started dating an Asian-American girl (who he later

married). We both continued to see him as our doctor

for a couple more years. He even continued to do my

wife's annual pelvic exams. We also met him and his

wife socially a few times but nothing more happened.

We eventually moved to a different state. Overall, it

was a great experience for us and it changed my sex

life with my wife completely