At the Doctor's Office (non-fiction)

My wife had just started seeing her boyfriend and they had sex once. She had told me that his cock was about the same size as my penis, but she wasn’t quite sure because he was not 100% on his game.

We were in her gynecologists' office for several issues, one of which was to have an IUD implanted in my wife’s uterus. I had mentioned that in the past, the stiff pull threads of an IUD had been problematic for me and hurt during sex (poking the tip of my penis). The doctor promised to cut them short … it would be quite impossible that they might come in contact with my glans, she promised. Great.

Later that week we tried having sex and it was all good as the doctor had promised. I couldn't feel any wires poking my penis, despite my best efforts.

Then my wife had another sex date with her boyfriend, and he had fucked her royally. I was still struggling with the jealousy (it wasn’t completely my idea). I still harbored a competitive urge to please my wife more than her boyfriend.

A week later, we were in her gyno’s office for a follow-up visit and toward the end of the visit, the doctor (a woman) asked if there was anything else we needed to talk about.

My wife locked her eye’s on mine and said, “Well, yes, there is one other little thing. The cords on the IUD are interfering during sex. They’re poking the penis head and causing some irritation.” (Because of my wife’s accent, the doctor didn’t notice the odd way my wife constructed the statement without actually mentioning me, her husband.)

I looked at my wife, confused and opened my mouth to contradict what she was saying. But my wife kept her eyes locked on mine as she spoke and squeezed my hand. It gradually dawned on me that she was talking about her boyfriend’s cock and not mine. And it was quickly becoming crystal clear that his cock was WAY bigger than mine. And bigger than the doctor could even imagine.

The doctor’s eyes went wide and her eyebrows shot up. Of course she assumed it was my penis that was being discussed. She looked at me and said … wait for it …

“Wow, impressive! I cut those cords really short, I didn’t think it would be possible that they might interfere with sex. Ok … well … no worries. If you’d like, I can go in quickly and adjust them for you. I can do that now if you can wait around for about 1/2 hr.

My face lit up bright read and I was dizzy with jealousy and humiliation — my wife had just informed me that her boyfriend had some kind of super cock right in front of her doctor. The same doctor who had delivered my kids. And the doctor’s reaction was priceless — “Wow, impressive!” were her exact words, which are now engraved in my brain.

I was so distracted and overwhelmed with emotions that I started to get tunnel vision while at the same time my penis because stiff as a rock. I felt like I might ejaculate spontaneously, but at the same time I felt like crying.

My wife could see my distress — she squeezed my hand again. But the doctor must have assumed that I was just blushing over having my penis discussed in such a flattering manner by two women.

While I was distracted, my wife agreed that she would like the adjustment procedure to be done right away and the doctor had asked me to wait outside in the waiting room. But I could barely understand what they were saying. All I could think about was this guy driving his super cock deep up into my wife in a way that I couldn’t and pleasing her in a way that I never could. No wonder she had been in such a good mood after their last sex date.

“Honey, is this okay? Can you wait outside for about 1/2 hr?” my wife tugged on my fingers to bring me back to the conversation.

I went outside and waited. After a few minutes, the receptionist called my name. Even though I was looking right at her, it took her three times calling my name to break through my severe sexual distraction.

“Okay, so Mr. ___ the specialist copay for the procedure today will be $75. Did you want to pay for that now or …”

“Yes. Yes. That’s fine.” I gave her my payment card and she processed the payment.

As I sat and waited another 20 minutes, I had the opportunity to reflect and I realized that I had just paid $75 out of pocket so that my wife’s boyfriend could perfectly enjoy my wife’s perfect pussy without even the slightest discomfort or distraction. (Yes, my wife’s pussy has always been the most perfect pussy I have ever felt. And now it would be even more perfect for him. This wasn't done for me at all!)

After my wife came out, as we walked down the empty corridor toward the elevator, she hugged my arm affectionately and reached up to kiss my cheek, “Thank you honey. I really appreciate it. Are you okay? I love you, do you know?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. But … did I just pay $75 so that …” the elevator doors opened an we were suddenly face to face with 3 strangers. I shut up an we got on. My wife knew what I was about to ask. She stifled a laugh.

My wife clung to my arm and looked at me the entire time with a huge smirk.

“You’re face is still bright red,” she pointed out. The young mother next to me overheard and smiled at us curiously, knowing that we had some secret.

Downstairs, walking through the lobby, with people everywhere, I spoke in hushed and neutral tones without moving my lips like some kind of spy, “Did I just pay $75 so that your new boyfriend could enjoy your pussy perfectly, without the slightest distraction?”

“I know, it’s a little weird, right? But thank you so much. You’re the best.” She kissed my cheek again and held fast to my arm.

In the parking lot, I asked, “So … he doesn’t really get up into you that far, does he? Was this just a joke or is he really driving that far up into you?”

She looked at me sheepishly. “It’s not a joke. I’m as surprised as you. This last time he filled me like I’ve never felt before and … yeah, he got up into me good. I didn’t think a man could get that far up into me…”

“Okay, okay!” I bent over and felt both dizzy and a strange sensation in my balls.

“Oh no, are you okay sweetie? Are you going to be sick?”

“No, I’m okay. I just … if we keep talking about it … I think I might ejaculate.”

“What?! Right here in the parking lot? I didn’t even touch you.”

“I know … I don’t understand it. This is really stressful and I feel really jealous but I think I might cum if we keep talking about his cock.”

“Oh honey, you poor thing.” She hugged me and kissed my lips. “You don’t need to be stressed out about this. This doesn’t change anything between us. Everything’s going to be okay.” she said.

I smiled and opened up the car doors. We got in.

“Well, actually,” she followed up, “everything’s going to be fantastic. Now he can plow way up inside me without those stupid wires poking his amazing cock. I can't wait to see him again." 

THE END.