For a few years Stephen had become obsessed with finding out about medical fetishes .He had browsed contact magazines, medical dictionaries you name it any thing to do with medical procedures of a gynecological nature he was exploring and trying to find out more!

He started to broach the subject with his wife after they had been together for about three years and to his surprise she confessed to an interest in that scene but to a lesser degree.

Stephen was over the moon with excitement when Louise suggested that one night they might play some games!

Louise decided that they must get some proper equipment

“if we are going to do the job properly! “She declared one evening over a drink.

Stephen was set the task of finding some suppliers to provide the list of ‘equipment’ that his wife had asked for.

The next day when he arrived at work, he found an envelope in his jacket pocket, it was written in his wife’s hand writing on the back was a message ‘open this only when you are alone’ .

He could not wait to see what was in it (more…)

The first time I saw Nurse Lori was about a month ago, when I went to my doctor for my annual checkup. As I sat waiting on the examination table, in walked the most incredible woman I had ever laid eyes on. She had long flame-red hair, smoldering green eyes and a brilliant, mischievous smile. She stood about 5′10″ tall, and her crisp nurse’s uniform did little to hide her gorgeous hourglass figure. I must have been just staring at her dumbly, because she finally explained that she was the new nurse and that she would be checking my vital signs. I had a sneaking suspicion that she would find my blood pressure much higher than usual on that day.

Over the next few weeks, I used every excuse I could think of, including a tiny splinter in my thumb that I could have easily pulled out, to go back to the doctor. I was obsessed with Nurse Lori, and I wanted to see her as much as possible. Finally, on my 6th visit in just a few weeks, I summoned the courage to ask Nurse Lori on a date. She politely declined, flashing me that curious smile. I was crushed. But then, on my way out, she slipped a note into my pocket. It said to meet her at the doctor’s office that Sunday at 8:00PM. (more…)

The Dr. and I had been talking online for about a year.. exchanging stories and pics of gyn exams and rectal temps. I was so curious to find out if it would be as much a turn on to actually do it as it was to read about it.

This past summer I got the nerve and we were able to coordinate our schedules. He came to my home and he brought all his medical equipment with him. At his request I had done a fleet enema the night before and early that morning. after chatting a bit to make me comfortable he asked me to remove my t shirt (not wearing a bra underneath.) so he could do a breast exam. While I stood in front of him he examined each breast and each nipple (hard and sticking out by now) (more…)

 Linda’s birthday was coming up soon and Mike went made a lot of preparations to make this one very special.  He knew of her secret desire to have an audience while being examined by a doctor.  He recruited a couple of friends with the same interests as his own, friends that Linda had never met. He gave them their instructions and asked if they would be willing to play along.  The both agreed with enthusiasm.

On the big day Mike woke Linda up after letting her sleep late. She rolled over and smiled up at him. He frowned and placed his hand upon her forehead.  “I think you’re running a bit of a temp Baby” he whispered to her.  He reached into the night stand and withdrew the rectal thermometer and jar of vaseline. He pulled back the covers, she was wearing only a pair of panties and T-shirt. He opened the vaseline and stuck the rectal thermometer into it. (more…)

 Julie hurried along the sidewalk, the heels of her shoes clicking busily.  It was nearly one o’clock, and this was one appointment she didn’t want to miss.  She pushed impatiently past a frail-looking old woman, nearly bowling her over, but didn’t pause to apologize. Her long dark hair billowed behind her as she sped along; she looked, and was, a perfect specimen of healthy, beautiful youth and arrogance.  She had places to go and things to do, and people could just stay the hell out of her way.

Ah, here it was.  The Holmewood Clinic for the Study of Human Sexuality, the sign read.  Julie didn’t really give a damn what the place’s title was, or indeed what they studied; all she needed to know was that they were willing to pay three hundred bucks to experiment on her tight little bod.  And that three hundred was going to come in handy in preparing for this weekend’s skiing trip with Mark.  She smiled a little as she pushed open the door of the office building, imagining her tall, handsome boyfriend’s expression when she got him back to their room and unveiled that sweet little chemise she intended to buy tonight.  She loved to see the lust suffusing his face when she wore even the most marginally sexy clothes in front of him, loved to tease him with the sight of her body.  Maybe this she’d actually let him fuck her this weekend; it all depended on how prettily he begged.  She glanced down at her watch and noticed that it was now one-oh-four.

The receptionist looked up with a coolly professional smile as Julie approached the desk.  “Good afternoon, Miss Prater.  The doctor is ready for you.”  There was a hint of admonishment in her tone, as though the doctor’s time were much too important for him to be kept waiting even a few minutes, and Julie felt an angry flush spread over her cheeks.  She opened her mouth to tell this snotty bitch where to go, but something about the sterile atmosphere of this place stopped her.  She had been surprised last week, during her preliminary examination, to find the clinic no different in appearance from any other doctor’s office.  She had expected something a little more…comforting, but instead there was the same mildly oppressive feeling that she remembered from her rare visits to her family physician. (more…)

Mary arrived early for her appointment and was ushered into the exam room by the nurse.  The young nurse handed Mary the exam gown and without a word the directions were issued and understood.  As the nurse left the room, Mary set down her purse and kicked off her shoes.

Mary slipped out of her dress and began to unbutton her blouse.  As she pulled the blouse from her shoulders, she glanced at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.  She finished disrobing in front of the mirror next pulling her panty hose down her slender legs.  Again she glanced at herself in the mirror, now dressed only in panties and bra.  She slipped her panties off and deftly kicked them onto the chair in the corner of the room. Finally she unsnapped her bra tossing the sheer garment onto the chair with her other clothes.

Her hands cupped her breasts and she groaned slightly as she squeezed each mound tightly before tweaking her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.. Her hands moved in unison down over her stomach and then to her crotch.  Mary closed her eyes and sighed as her fingers danced between her pussy lips tickling her clit.  She quickly stopped as she realized how wet she was and quickly put on the gown and sat on the edge of the exam table.

After what seemed like hours she heard a knock on the door and in walked her physician.  After exchanging brief greetings, the handsome doctor stood next to Mary.  She tensed as she felt his fingers untie the ribbons that held the back of her gown together.  The doctor slipped her exam gown down over her shoulders leaving her breasts exposed to his view. (more…)

I’ve known for years that my husband has doctor’s office sex fantasies. For a long time, he has been suggesting that we play one out, but I always refused. But finally, once after we went out for a great dinner, I had had plenty of wine and was feeling really good and I thought, “Why not?” I told him I was up for it, expecting to see some of that infantile male excitement, but surprisingly enough, he was pretty cool. The only thing different I noticed was that we were not driving toward home as expected.

We ended up parking at a medical office building and the next thing I new he was leading me to the back door. It was dark inside. Amazingly enough, the back door was propped open and he led me in, carefully making sure the door remained propped. It was spooky being inside a dark building and you can believe that I was nervous about being in there! He led me up a dark stairwell, up several flights of stairs soon making me wonder why we didn’t take the elevator. Finally we emerged in a hall which was also dark but had a bit of illumination from streetlights through windows at the ends of the hall. He led me to a door and told me to go in. I immediately realized that he wasn’t coming in with me! Well, he was very reassuring, saying not to worry, just go along with things and he was going in through another door. I was quite amazed by whatever this plan was that he had! But the wine or something must have softened me up for outrageousness because I finally agreed. I watched him walk down the hall and enter another door. I wanted to see where he was headed in case I had to go find him. I wasn’t even sure if the door in front of me was unlocked! (more…)

Our neighbors moved in 5 years ago and I knew then that I wanted to do “something” with the wife. That “something,” of course, ranged from trying to catch a glimpse of her disrobing through the window, to getting to fuck her, to maybe even playing doctor games (yeah, right! - Dream on buddy). Anyhow, at every opportunity I looked out my window which is at exactly the same level as the window to their bedroom and bathroom. Forget the bedroom; they’ve got some piece of furniture moved in the way of the window. Occasionally, however, the bathroom blind is open somewhat and I have been fortunate enough to get a glimpse of her moving around in there, but I’ve had to use my imagination to fill in the details.

Just yesterday, however, I had just walked in the door when my neighbor, Vickie, called on the telephone and asked me to come over to pick up a package that had been left there by UPS since I’m not home during the day. I jumped at the opportunity since I knew her husband wasn’t home (what an asshole he is) and I like to stand and talk to her and eye her up while thinking about all the nasty little things I could do. When I arrived, she answered the door and we started talking. After a few minutes, she invited me inside and our conversation continued. Our conversation turned to how cold it had recently gotten and the kind of winter that we might expect. She said that she hated winter because that’s when the kids always got sick. I just commented that it must be rough having to take care of sick kids and she said, “Yeah, and they hate it when you have to take their temperature.” I knew exactly what she meant, but now our conversation had entered my territory, so I asked “why”. (more…)

The two enema episodes, prompted by Ann’s illness, had significant effects. Their repertoire now included genital, as well as oral and anal sex, at times enhanced by enemas. Dave had all the reason to congratulate himself for this progress, except for one thing. While Ann willingly, even enthusiastically, participated in this broadened spectrum of sexual pleasures, her participation was limited to that of the “recipient”. She was simply too inhibited to “return the favors” on her own initiative. Dave in turn was equally inhibited to request it because he was traumatized by his break-up with his high school girl friend two years ago. When he suggested - admittedly somewhat clumsily - to explore the enema scene, she called him weird and disgusting. That was the end of their relationship. Thus, Dave had to search for another approach. In his desperation, he thought that Sandra may be his last resort.

Sandra was Ann’s cousin. Three years her senior, she attended med school at Penn State. Dave met her on a few occasions when he accompanied Ann. The last time they met was at a sorority party where Sandra resided. It was a wild affair with lots of booze, the “sisters” periodically disappearing with their “escorts”. Dave observed Sandra first going to her room with a guy Dave did not know; then, an hour or so later, she walked away arm-in-arm with one of the sisters. Could she swing both ways Dave wondered ? (more…)

Karen felt very nervous as she unfastened the clasp of her brassiere. Releasing her breasts, she noticed that her nipples swelled immediately upon contact with the cool air of the examining room. She picked up the crisp white gown and slipped her arms into it before fastening it at the neck. Finally, she slipped of her panties. The cloth was slightly damp where it has been in contact with her vaginal lips.

She was about to embark on a trip to fantasy land.

As she clambered onto the exam table and laid back, she thought briefly of how it had come to past. Only two weeks before, had she been at a weekend party. Her friends had introduced her to Craig. She had certainly liked his above average looks, but it was when she discovered that he was an intern, that she got really interested. It wasn’t the promise of money, she had more than enough of that. It was the potential allure of romancing a doctor and of possibly living out a long held notion of turning a physical examination into something far more racy. (more…)

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