I, Elle North, agree to communicate with Dr. James Loutin if I am ever uncomfortable or interested in leaving the office. For clarification, the safe word LASSIE will be used. If LASSIE is said, Dr. James Loutin will immediately stop and leave.
I, Elle North, agree that my husband will be present for all activities. I also state that I have not brought any sound or video recording equipment into the experience, and will keep this experience confidential. Dr. James Loutin is held by these same rules, and will not be recording or sharing any part of this experience, except for this contract, which will be held by him for litigious protection. You will also be provided a copy for your safekeeping.
Allowed activities.
I, Elle North, allow for the following activities:
- To be stripped naked
- To be touched and kissed all over my body
- To be penetrated vaginally by mouth, fingers, and/or penis(es)
- To be penetrated anally by mouth, fingers, and/or penis(es)
- To be slapped by open palm (spanked) on my body, but not my face
- To be spoken to in words that some would find demeaning. For example: Slut, Whore, Kinky
- To perform oral sex on Dr. James Loutin and/or my husband
- To have sex with Dr. James Loutin and/or my husband
- To have anal sex with Dr. James Loutin and/or my husband
- To have Dr. James Loutin and/or my husband ejaculate on or inside my body or mouth
Dr. James Loutin will wear a condom during all vaginal and/or anal sex. He has been rigorously tested for all known sexually transmitted diseases within the last ten days, and is clean.
I, Elle North, state that I am free from sexually transmitted diseases and that I am not pregnant. I consent to the use of condoms.
I scrolled down the rest of the page, which contained a good bit of legalese but nothing else of interest. Aware of both Easton and the doctor watching, I signed the bottom of the page.
“Good,” the doctor said crisply, taking the clipboard from me. “I’m going to step out of the room and let you get undressed. Please put on the gown, open on the front, and be sure to remove all undergarments.”
I nodded and he strode to the door, his shoes creaking along the way. I spotted the disposable green gown, folded on the examination table, and stood up. The door clicked behind him and I turned to E. “This is interesting.”
“Yeah. The contract surprised me. I mean, he’d mentioned that he’d have a disclosure for us to sign, but I didn’t expect it to be so explicit. Turn around.”
I pivoted away from him, holding my hair out of the way as he undid the clasp at the top of my dress, then dragged the zipper down. “I liked the contract. It made me feel safer.”
“You’re always safe with me.” He pressed a kiss on the back of my neck. “Do you feel comfortable with him?”
I thought of his calming presence, the careful way he had studied me, his professional and almost distant manner. “Yes. And Julia said he’s good, so I trust her.” Very good, she had said.
He pushed at the straps of my sundress, and it fell to the floor. Unclipping my bra, he skimmed it down my arms, then stepped back, leaning against the wall and watching as I stepped out of my panties, then folded everything into a neat and orderly stack that I placed on one chair. I looked down at my shoes, cork wedges with a tan sash that tied around my ankle. “Should I take off my shoes?”
“Would you normally in a doctor’s office?”
I weighed the options, then decided to. Sitting naked on the edge of the examining table, I felt the foreign plastic against my bare bottom, and shifted until I was on top of the paper-covered portion of the table. I undid one shoe’s strap, then the other, and passed the wedges to E, who placed them on the floor under the chair. Unfolding the gown, I worked my arms through each hole and then sat back down, my legs hanging off the end, and waited.
It was chilly in the room. Underneath the open gown, my nipples hardened, each shift of movement scraping them against the stiff paper of the gown. Between my legs, I could feel the heaviness of arousal begin, the anticipation agony, my lubrication threatened to drop from between my legs and pool on the table. I squeezed tighter, and stiffened as the metal handle of the door turned a half rotation. It cracked open, and I heard Dr. Loutin’s voice from the other side. “Ready?”
“I’ll start with a general exam, then we can discuss any problems you might be having.” He sat down on the padded stool and rolled over to the table. Pulling a pair of glasses from his pocket, he put them on and focused up at me. “Open your knees a little for me, Elle.”
He started with my feet, his fingers working over the bare soles, flexing my ankle, massaging along the pad of my heel and then up the muscles of my calf. He paused in one area, kneading a tight knot, and I watched as his brows knit in concentration. “You have very strong legs. Do you run?”
“No, but I played soccer. In high school mostly. A little intramural in college.”
“You still have the muscle tone. That’s good.”
His hands slid higher, running over my knees, and he produced a tiny hammer, which he used to tap on one, then the other. My feet gently rocked. He nodded in approval and then stood, his warm palms sliding up my thighs, squeezing and manipulating the muscles. “Open wider?”
I did, the cool air sliding in between my legs. I was almost on full display, the open gown covering some, but not all of me. Could he see the wet glisten of need? Could he see my thin strip of hair?
From his place against the wall, Easton coughed. A simple sound, but one that magnified everything.
“Let’s go a little wider with those knees, Elle. I want you to really open up and show me everything.”
Such a kind, professional tone. No hint of what he was asking for. No tremor in his voice as he pushed gently on my knees until I was almost straddling the table.
“You’re very flexible,” he noted mildly, then straightened, focusing his attention on my right arm. Between my open legs, my ignored pussy cried out for attention. I glanced at E, whose expression was tight, his eyes smoldering with arousal.
“Lift your arm over your head?”
I followed his instructions, and the change in position caused the gown to gap open, my left nipple almost exposed. I shifted my position, craving some contact against my needy core.
“You can put that arm down. Lift the other arm?”
I obeyed, staring straight ahead as he probed at the muscles of my shoulder and my triceps. He pushed on a ticklish spot and I caved toward the touch, letting out a nervous giggle. “That tickles.”
He lowered my arm and nodded. “I need to do a breast exam. Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
“Open up your gown for me.”
I pulled at the fragile sides, spreading them apart, my nipples painfully hard, my skin heated with anticipation. When his right hand touched my collarbone and trailed a slow line down and over my nipple, I shivered.
“Are you sensitive?”
“Not normally.”
His fingers circled my nipple, a wide arch, then a tighter spiral. “But right now?”
I inhaled as his warm palm settled over my pert bud and he squeezed. “A little.”
“You have beautiful breasts. They’re natural?”
“Yes.”
His second hand cupped the other breast, and they moved in concert over my skin.
“One of the things you wanted to see me about was your arousal levels. Is that correct?”
I glanced at Easton, who gave a subtle nod. I met the doctor’s eyes. “Um… yes.”
“Mr. North, would you mind helping me in this part of the exam?”
Easton straightened off the wall and stepped forward, moving to stand beside the doctor.
“I’m going to keep touching her breasts, and I need you to put your fingers inside of Elle and tell me how wet she is.”
Easton reached forward, his gaze tight on mine, and I stru
ggled to keep my eyes open, to maintain our eye contact as he pushed two fingers inside my open pussy. I failed. The intrusion was too much and I gasped, my eyes closing as the doctor’s hand pinched my nipple.
“She’s wet,” Easton bit out.
“How wet?”
“Fucking soaked.” He worked his fingers in and out, and I could hear the wet slurp of my skin. “You like that, Elle?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“You like his hands on you?”
I let out a soft mew of pleasure as the doctor gently pulled on one breast. “Yes.”
“Keep touching her like that,” the doctor ordered, as his thumbs rubbed roughly over my aching nipples. “Mr. North, how often do you fuck your wife?”
I was pumping my hips now, making short jerks against the table as I tried to get more and more of Easton’s fingers inside of me.
“Every day,” Easton rasped, his gaze flicking from my eyes to the action of his hand.
“Interesting.” His hands left my breast and he moved beside Easton. “Let me check her for myself.”
Easton’s fingers took their time in pulling slowly out of me. He stepped back and I watched as he adjusted himself, his eyes thick and lazy with arousal. I knew this look. I fucking loved this look. This was the look where bad ideas came from. This was the look right before things got really fucking dirty.
The doctor sat on the stool, then rolled toward the end of the bed, his face now level with my knees. “Lie back on the table and open up your legs for me. Hold them at the knee.” I did, closing my eyes at the bright overhead light. From the next room over, I heard the muted sound of a conversation, barely audible over the still-playing reception music.
“Hmmm. Beautiful.” His fingers spread me open, and I flinched when the tip of one finger began a slow and delicious exploration of my pussy. It rolled along the side of my slit, then flicked over the bottom rim of my opening. It traveled back up the other side, then slowly circled my clit. I arched against the table as he played gently with my swollen bud, the pleasure excruciatingly precise. “You know,” he said mildly, as if we were about to discuss a weather update or interesting news bulletin. “Your sex life is much more active than a traditional married couple.”
“Is it?” I clutched at the edge of the table, my hips rocking a little, needing so much more. Easton walked slowly around the table, coming to a stop beside me.
“Yes. Most husbands and wives have sex once, sometimes twice a week. Extensive sexual activity can sometimes dilute your body’s responses to stimulation.” Dr. Loutin pulled me to the edge of the table, then lifted my right foot, placing it in a stirrup that I immediately recognized from every gynecological appointment I’d ever had. He positioned the left, and I felt the brush of his scrubs against my ankle as he moved between my legs. “Elle, I’m going to do a few things and I want you to stay as still and quiet as you can. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
He settled back on his stool, rolling closer until he was in between my legs. His finger began to swirl in a knot around my clit. “Let’s use Dr. Loutin when you address me, okay?”
I closed my eyes as the pleasure grew, my voice a silvery whisper when I spoke. “Yes, Dr. Loutin.”
“Good girl. I bet you drive men crazy, Elle.” The finger of one hand pushed in between my folds as his other continued in a tight sweep around my clit. “Does she, Mr. North?”
“Men stare at her all the time. I can see how badly they want to fuck her.” Easton’s fingers traced along the open edge of my gown, pulling the paper further away from my breasts.
Was it true? Did he notice men staring? I hadn’t.
“Wow, she’s tight.” Dr. Loutin’s finger pulsed in and out of me and I struggled not to pant. “Now, Elle, I’m going to stimulate your Grafenberg spot, which is located right… here. Can you feel that, Elle?”
I let out a low moan when his fingers brushed over the spot. He left my clit and his palm gently pressed on my belly, just above my pubic bone. “Right there,” I gasped.
“If she gets any louder, I’m going to need you to put something in her mouth.”
Easton’s fingers skated over my breasts. “I have something that will keep her quiet.” In my peripheral vision, I saw him reach for and undo his belt.
My head lifted off the cushion of the table as the stimulation of his fingers increased, and I let out a louder cry, my legs trembling against the stirrups.
“She’s spilling out all over my fingers,” the doctor muttered. “I don’t have a cloth. Come look at your slut.”
I trembled at the name and snuck a peek down to see my husband standing beside the doctor, their attention pinned to my open legs, Easton’s dick now hanging out from his pants, already stiff with need. The doctor was also clearly hard, his green scrubs tenting out in an impressive fashion. The sight of both them side by side, turned on by what they were seeing… I clenched my inner muscles around the doctor’s fingers, my hips rising off the table, needing more.
“I need to get her juices up before they get all over the table.”
“Lick it up,” Easton said tersely. “Or I will.”
The man glanced at him, his profile so fucking proper. Close-cropped hair. A stethoscope still hanging from his neck. Freshly shaved face. He continued pulsing his finger on my G-spot as if he’d forgotten the mind-blowing task. “How’s she taste?”
“Best pussy you’ll ever sample in your life.”
The man glanced at me. “Look up at the ceiling, Mrs. North and try not to come all over my face.”
My orgasm was about to break, my legs beginning to shudder, his words binding me tighter—when his fingers retreated. I let out a cry of disappointment.
Easton chuckled. “She didn’t like that. She needs something inside her, badly.”
“She can be patient,” the doctor said, his fingers returning to their slow and tender exploration of my pussy. “I want to taste her first.” He bent over, and the warm wet tip of his tongue lapped across my most sensitive place, starting at the bottom and flicking up and over my clit, over and over again, his mouth sucking across my folds, his hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as I began to buck under his mouth. I craned my neck to watch and saw Easton’s hand furiously working over his cock as he watched the doctor thoroughly sample my pussy. I reached for him, wanting him inside of my mouth, and he scowled at me in an almost chiding fashion. Not yet, he mouthed.
“I’m going to…” I clutched wildly at the table, my body tightening. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Stay on my clit—”
He stayed right there, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud, round and round, tighter and tighter, a hot circle of pleasure that was binding and expanding through my entire—
I froze as the eruption occurred, my body straining and then breaking as the warm waves of pleasure washed over me. I don’t know when he stopped or when he stood, but he was suddenly upright beside me, his face wet, his mouth slightly open as his eyes devoured my exposed body.
The doctor groaned, pulling at the string of his pants and pushing them to the floor. “She’s like fucking candy.” He straightened and I swallowed at the sight of his cock. Julia was right. He was big. And hard. Very, very hard.
“You need to take her right now or I will,” Easton growled.
“Have her ride you. I want to test her gag reflexes on my cock.”
Easton pulled my limp legs from the stirrups and grabbed my hands, getting me to my feet. I wrapped my grip around his dick and squeezed.
“Not your hand,” he said gruffly, pushing it away. “I need to fuck what he just tasted.” The tight expression on his face, one of agonized need… the reverence and command in his voice—the need in me notched a powerful step higher. How had I ever lived without this?
“That’s it, right there. Take it all. Show me that you can take it all.”
I sank all the way onto Easton’s cock and gripped the doctor’s thighs, my mouth working as far d
own his shaft as I could manage. He’d lowered the table almost flush with the floor, which had put my mouth at the perfect height for his dick. My eyes watered as I pushed him further down my throat and he hissed in approval, then pulled slowly out. I looked up at him, his handsome features tight with concentration, his mouth hanging slightly open as he blew out a hard breath, his voice noticeably affected when he spoke. “It’s hard not to come with her mouth on you.”
“I know,” Easton grunted, his hips pulsing beneath me. “Wait until you’re inside of her.” His hands gripped my waist and I looked down at him, returning my focus to rising up and down on his cock.
“Have you ever been penetrated anally, Mrs. North?” The doctor pressed the control switch and I gripped the table as it moved, Easton and I rising higher, then shuddering to a stop. At the doctor’s question, my husband’s eyes fell closed as if in reverent prayer.
“Yes.” I tightened around E as the doctor moved around to stand behind me.
“Lean forward. Rest your hands on either side of your husband’s head.” The tremor had left his voice, and I couldn’t decide which I liked better—cool and professional Dr. Loutin, or a shaken and aroused version. There was the wet sound of lubrication squirting from a bottle, then the cool feel of his finger working around my tight anus.
“It doesn’t feel like it’s been opened lately. Keep riding him, Elle.” He hand moved along with my movements, probing gently at the rigid hole until the slick tip of his finger pushed inside of me. My ass cheeks clenched and I felt Easton’s dick flex in response, his hand settling on my butt cheeks and pulling them apart for the doctor. “How long has it been?”
“Umm…” I lifted and fell, my gaze on Easton’s face, which had gone dark with pleasure.
His finger went farther inside of me. “How long?”
“A few weeks,” I gasped.
“Two months,” Easton corrected. “Put another finger in her. She’s getting so fucking tight around me.”
Two months? I struggled to focus on that number. Had it really been that long? Between my cheeks, a second finger worked tightly in beside the first, the pain sharp and unique. I lifted higher and slowed my movements to give him more access.
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