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Chiropractor Visit
by Cuckolded1946 (cuckolded1946@gmail.com)
***
Wife's encounters with the chiropractor. (MF, wife,
voy)
***
Author's Note: Writing helps you forget, because you
can vent on the page, examine your motives and
reactions, and decide what to take with you as you
move on. You learn from your hurts, as long as you
don't nurture them to feed anger and thoughts of
retribution.
When my doctor first told me this I was unsure, but
writing about these past events has helped clear my
mind immeasurably.
The following story is based on true facts. It is one
in a series of stories I have written detailing some
of the events from my first marriage. While some of
the dialog may be paraphrased, the events did actually
occur as described.
***
My ex-wife and I had purchased our first home at the
beginning of the year and I was working at a coal
company about twenty minutes from home. Only two of
our children had been born at this time – our oldest
daughter was about five and our son was around two
years old.
Sylvia was taking our children and my mother to
Pikeville to do some shopping on a Saturday morning
while I stayed home to take care of some chores. I had
been working around the house for a couple of hours
when I got a call that my wife, children and mother
had been in a car accident – a car load of drunks had
hit them nearly head-on.
After a mad scramble and a lot of worry I got to the
hospital where they had been taken. Luckily, none of
them were hurt seriously. In fact, the children had
only minor bruises. My mother had a broken nose and
bruised ribs while Sylvia had severely bruised left
arm, hip, and leg from her impact with the side of the
interior, but nothing was broken.
I was able to take all of them home that day. The
children quickly recovered from their minor injuries
as did my mother. Sylvia kept complaining about her
hip and leg so I suggested that she go back to the
doctor. She told me that the doctor could not find
anything that might be causing her the problems she
described with her hip and leg. She then said that she
met her first cousin in Pikeville for lunch. Her first
cousin works for a couple of chiropractors in
Pikeville and suggested that maybe they could help
her.
She then told me that she had her cousin make a
consultation appointment for her the following Monday.
That Monday evening she told me that the chiropractor
had set her up for two visits a week for the next two
months. Her appointments were on Tuesdays and
Thursdays.
She complained after each of the first three visits
that the chiropractor didn't seem to be doing anything
to help with the stiffness in her hip and leg, but
after the fourth visit she said that he had tried a
new technique with her that day and that it seemed to
be just what she needed.
After that fourth visit she looked forward to the day
of her appointment and always seemed to be in a good
mood afterwards. My problem with her treatment was
that it took a huge toll on our sex life – there was
none. She said the chiropractor told her to abstain
from sex while he was treating her because it would
cause further injury to her hip and leg.
At the end of the second month she said that she had
scheduled another month of treatment since she didn't
think she was completely healed. About three weeks
into the third month, on a Saturday her first cousin
that worked for the chiropractors, pulled into the
drive at our house. This was unusual since we lived
about thirty miles from Pikeville and she had never
visited with Sylvia before.
Sylvia invited her into the kitchen for a cup of
coffee. After exchanging some pleasantries with her, I
excused myself and went back down to the basement
where I was doing some remodeling. I had disconnected
the duct work from the heat register going to the
kitchen that was located about three feet from the
table where Sylvia and Karen were sitting, so I could
hear their conversation clearly.
I heard Karen say, "Sylvia, I need a favor from you."
"What kind of favor?"
"It appears that Dr. Newsome and May could be in some
kind of trouble. Someone called and told them that a
search warrant had been issued for their office and
that the police would probably be there Monday. Dr.
Newsome gave me two boxes and told me to get rid of
them. But I didn't know where to get rid of them at,
and I figured since you lived so far away that maybe
you could help."
"What's in the boxes?", she asked.
"I don't know. I was afraid to look. Probably some old
bills. I'm sure that they were involved in fraudulent
billing on some of their patients."
"Well, Larry's got the back of his pickup full rubbish
from the work he's doing in the basement, let's just
hide them under some of that rubbish and when he takes
it to the mines to burn, the boxes will get burned
with the rest of the trash."
"Oh, Sylvia, that would be great if we could."
Sylvia then came down to the basement where I was
working and asked, "Are you going to work much longer
down here today?"
"Probably another hour, why?"
"No reason. I'm going to walk Karen out to her car;
she's getting ready to leave."
"OK, but check on the kids before you do."
***
The following Sunday morning, after breakfast, Sylvia
said she and the kids were going to her mother's for a
visit and asked if I wanted to go. I told her no, that
I was going to take the load of rubbish from
remodeling the basement to the mines and unload it on
the trash heap so it could be burned the next day.
"OK, be careful," she said.
After they left, I did take the load of rubbish to the
mines and as I unloaded it I noticed the two boxes I
had heard her and Karen talking about the day before.
I placed them on the seat of the truck and finished
unloading the rubbish.
When I got in the truck I opened both boxes and to my
surprise they each contained about twenty VHS video
tapes. This was a shock to me since VHS cameras for
home use had only been available for less than a year
and were very expensive. Each tape appeared to be an
eight hour tape which meant they cost about fifteen
dollars each at that time.
Since I didn't have a VCR for playback I closed the
boxes back up and placed them out of sight in the
basement when I got back home.
The following week it came out in the paper that Dr.'s
Newsome and May's office had been raided and that they
were under investigation. The paper stated that the
police had seized evidence of false billing practices
but had not found any evidence alleged by several
female patients of sexual abuse.
The paper also stated that the doctor's secretary was
under investigation for destroying evidence.
About that time there came a knock on our front door.
The two men at the door introduced themselves as
detectives with the state police and said they wanted
to ask a few questions.
They asked if Karen had visited us that weekend and I
replied "Yes."
"What did she want?" asked one of the detectives.
"I don't know. We just exchanged some pleasantries and
then she and my wife went into the kitchen for coffee
and I went back to my remodeling project."
The detective then turned to my wife and asked, "What
did you talk about?"
"Just girl talk."
"Was Dr. May or Newsome ever un-professional with you
or touch you in an inappropriate way"
"NO. Never," she answered.
"Did Karen ask you to hide something for her?"
"No. But when she left she did see the rubbish in the
back of my husband's truck and asked if she could
throw some trash from her car in with it. I told her
that it would be OK."
One of the detectives turned to me and said, "We'll
need to look through your truck for whatever she put
in it."
That's when I told them that my truck had already been
emptied and that all of the trash had been burned.
They wanted to know when and where the trash had been
burned and if I had seen the trash Karen had put in my
truck. I told them I had no idea that Karen had put
anything in my truck and that I wasn't looking for
anything when I unloaded the rubbish.
They then asked directions for where the trash had
been burned and left.
A few months later Sylvia was subpoenaed to testify in
the trial of the two chiropractors. The judge would
not allow the prosecutors to ask anything about her
medical treatment or the doctor's conduct during that
treatment. When asked about what Karen had thrown in
the back of my truck she said that it looked like some
old McDonalds' Happy Meal boxes. The chiropractors
were convicted on fraud and false billing and sent to
Federal prison for several years.
Shortly after that is when I got a new, much better
paying job in WV, and we bought a new house closer to
her parents and moved. The two boxes from the
chiropractors office were kind of forgotten in all of
the hustle and bustle of moving.
The first Christmas after moving into the new house we
purchased a video camera and VCR. Like any new gadget
I used it quite a bit videoing family functions and
school events of the children even though the cost of
blank tapes was still high.
One week-end Sylvia had taken the children and her
mother to Columbus, OH for a visit with her brother.
After I got home from work on that Saturday evening,
showered and eaten dinner, I went to the den to rest
and watch TV. When I turned the TV on it started
playing a cartoon from a tape one of the kids had left
in the VCR. When I removed the tape from the VCR I
happened to remember the two boxes of video cassettes
that Karen had thrown into the back of my truck that I
had recovered.
That's when I started looking for them. After about an
hour I finally found them stored in the attic. I
carried both boxes back to the den, where I opened
them for the second time. Inside were the cassette
tapes – all labeled with beginning and ending dates. I
took the tape with the earliest date and put it in the
VCR.
The tape showed Dr. May working on a female patient
lying on her stomach with just a short robe on. He was
alone with her in the treatment room. As I fast
forwarded the tape his treatment became a massage,
which became foreplay, which ended with him and her
fucking like two teenagers. It was obvious that the
tape had been edited since there were two different
camera angles and the audio microphone must have been
in the treatment table since the voices were so clear.
I began fast forwarding through a couple of the tapes
and all of them showed the doctors having sex with
their patients. So, this is what they were hiding.
Talk about a scandal if this had been presented at
their trial because I had recognized a couple of the
women in the tapes.
That's when I began to suspect that maybe Sylvia had
not told the truth about how the doctors had treated
her. I got out an old calendar to cross-check the
dates that she had been in their office. The last
three tapes in the second box held the tapes with
those dates.
I took the tape with the date of her first visit and
put it in the VCR. The beginning of the tape showed
Sylvia sitting on the exam table, with him sitting on
one of those short rolling stools in front of her.
Dr. May had a clipboard with a long form on it and he
began asking questions from the form. It was all the
standard medical history stuff, and each time she
answered he'd write something and then ask her the
next question. It took quite a while for him to get
through the whole form.
Sylvia was dressed casually, no heels or hose, just a
blouse, skirt and sandals, which was one of her cool
summer outfits. Her feet were on an adjustable
footrest the doctor had pulled out for her, and it was
high enough to lift her knees right up to his eye
level.
Her skirt covered her knees, and she had her hands
clasped together in front of them, but that didn't
take care of the way her skirt gapped under her legs.
I could see a lot of the underside of her thighs from
the high camera angle and I knew he had an even better
view if he wanted it.
When he finished taking her history, he got up from
the stool, put the clipboard on a counter top and said
something to her about starting the exam. He started
talking about how this was her first visit it would be
a simple exam and wouldn't take long. The whole time
he was talking, his voice had a kind of tone that
seemed professional, but a little bit bored, as though
all he wanted to do was finish up and head for the
golf course.
He walked back to her with a little rubber hammer in
his hand, sat down on the stool and told her he needed
to test her reflexes. He asked her to take her feet
off the foot rest and scoot forward so her legs would
dangle. Of course, when she did it, her skirt rode up
on her legs. He didn't seem to pay any attention, and
began tapping on her right knee with the hammer. I
could see her pulling a little bit at her skirt, but
she couldn't get it back over her knees without being
obvious.
After he tapped her knee a couple of times, he told
her he wasn't getting the reaction he should.
He told her she needed to flex her knee more, and
asked her to put her hands under her the back of her
knee and hold it up. She didn't hesitate. Up went her
right knee, and with it the hem of her skirt. She
couldn't very well keep her legs together that way,
and from where the doctor was sitting, he had a
perfect view right up her skirt. His back was toward
the camera and she was facing right at it.
There she sat with her leg up in the air and the
crotch of her thin white panties in plain view. He
tapped a couple more times and told her that was fine.
Then he asked her to lift the other knee, and even put
his hand under her leg to start it up. With the way he
was lifting and with her lifting at the same time, her
left leg went up even higher and wider than the right
one had. Her whole panty crotch and even a little of
her left ass cheek came into view as she held her leg
there. He tapped on that knee for a while, maybe
longer than necessary it seemed to me, with his head
angled so she couldn't see his eyes, but so he could
look up her skirt if he wanted to, as long as he
wanted to. The dark shadow of her pussy hair was
showing, and from where he sat, with his head right
next to her knee, the view must have been spectacular.
He got up from the stool again, and walked over to the
counter. When he did there was a knock at the door. It
was Karen. She told him that he had an emergency and
needed to come right away. He told Sylvia he was sorry
but had to cut her appointment short and left.
Karen told Sylvia that she would see her Thursday. The
next two appointments were not on the tape, but the
wife of one of the supervisors that worked for me was
in the next appointment taped the following day.
The next taping of Sylvia's appointment was her fourth
one with Dr. May. It started with her sitting on the
treatment table and Dr. May at the counter.
"I see from your file that Dr. Newsome didn't complete
the examination I started on your first visit. I need
to complete that before I start to work on your hip
and leg.", Dr. May said.
He picked up a stethoscope, pointed to a small
dressing room and told her she'd find a gown in there
to wear. After a pause, she asked what she should take
off. He told her just to slip out of her blouse and
skirt. Then he turned back to the counter, and started
reading through some papers there. She got down off
the table and went into the dressing room. A couple of
minutes later she came out wearing one of those open-
in-the-back gowns.
When she came out, he turned around and told her to
sit on the end of the table. Her back was to the
camera for a moment as she walked to the table, and he
was watching when the open-backed gown let her cute
ass show for a second or two before she turned around
and got back up on the table. He walked over to her,
stood beside her and put his stethoscope on her back.
After moving it around for a while, he undid the tie
that held the gown together and spread it open so her
back was more exposed. He tapped and moved the
stethoscope, tapped and moved again, all over her
back. He asked her to breathe in deep and let it out
slowly. In other words, he did all the things a doctor
normally does.
Then he said he needed to listen to her chest and
heart. Without missing a beat, he took hold of the
gown and slipped it forward over her shoulders,
sliding it down until the whole top of her gown was
resting in her lap. The bra she had on was full
enough, but quite sheer. The outline of her nipples
showed through the bra, and I was sure he could see
even more detail. His head wasn't more than a foot
away from her titties as he moved the stethoscope from
place to place. At first he kept it on her upper
chest, pressing in on the swell of her titty above the
bra. But each time he moved the stethoscope, he went
lower until he reached the top of the bra. He held it
there for a moment, shook his head, and told her he
needed her to slip the left shoulder strap down for a
moment. She did it for him, and he moved the
stethoscope toward the center of her chest and down,
holding it a moment and listening, then moving it down
another half inch or so and listening again.
It didn't take long for the pressure of his hand and
the stethoscope to cause her left bra cup to gap open.
I couldn't see from the camera angle, but it was
pretty obvious she was exposed, and that all he had to
do was glance down to see the whole top of her breast,
naked all the way to her nipple.
He listened there for a while, bent over to within
inches of her chest, and then straightened up, asking
her to slip the other shoulder strap down. When she
did it, he bent over and began moving the stethoscope
around. When he pressed it in against her right
breast, the bra nearly fell off completely. It would
have if Sylvia hadn't crossed her arms under her
breasts to hold it up, but holding it that way didn't
do much good. By now both cups of the bra had gapped
forward, and the upper part of her breasts was
completely exposed. The bra had fallen so far, the
camera showed both of her exposed nipples. I think it
must have been a little cold in the room, because the
dusky pink around her nipples was crinkled a little
and the points of her nipples stuck out more than
usual.
He listened a while longer, and finally straightened
up, saying he was finished. He told her she could pull
the straps back up and he walked back to the counter.
While she was adjusting her bra and pulling the gown
back up to cover herself he looked through a few more
of the papers.
He turned around from the counter with a sheet of
paper in his hand and asked if she did regular self
breast exams. She told him she did, and he asked her
how long it had been since she'd done one. I don't
think she knew for sure, but she said three months. He
frowned at her, and told her that wasn't often enough.
He walked toward her with the frown still on his face,
and told her she'd have to lower the gown again, only
this time he said she'd have to slip out of her bra
also. I think he made her feel a little guilty with
that frown, because she didn't argue a bit. She just
said that maybe it would be good to have a doctor
check her out; in case she'd been missing something.
Without any hesitation, she reached behind her back,
unclasped the bra and pulled it off. So there she was,
sitting on that table with both of her breasts
completely exposed. He looked at her for a moment, and
then stepped close, placing his hands under each
breast. I not sure I can describe the feelings I had
watching him press and squeeze her breasts, first from
the bottom and then from each side. She looked really
sexy, especially when he squeezed from both sides
pushing her breasts up and forward, making her nipples
point straight up at him.
After he finished pressing from the sides, he put one
hand just under her right breast, lifting it up, and
three fingers from the other hand right on her nipple.
He pressed down with the fingers, squeezing the
nipple, pushing it back and forth. Then he pushed in
on it with a circular movement, letting it slide a
little under his fingers. As he moved his fingers away
to do the other breast, he trailed his middle finger
so it stroked the tip of the nipple. Then he did the
same thing with her left breast, right down to that
last lingering stroke across the tip. I couldn't tell
for sure, but I think her neck was flushing red with
embarrassment. She had her eyes closed, probably
trying very hard to ignore everything that was going
on.
He stepped back then and told her she could pull the
gown back up. She opened her eyes and pulled it back
over her shoulders. Now that she was covered again, I
could see her relax. She asked if he'd found anything,
and he said she was fine. He said he hadn't found
anything, and that he'd been as thorough as he could.
He went back to the counter again, looked at a few
more papers and told her they were just about finished
with the exam. He said, you slip out of her panties
and lie back on the table so I can complete the exam.
I think it caught her by surprise, but after a moment
she sort of half rose up on the table and started
pulling her panties down. The camera didn't show much
because of the gown, but knowing that she was going to
be totally naked soon didn't help the agitation in my
groin. The thought of the video camera capturing
Sylvia stripping naked only added to my excitement. I
watched completely fascinated as she tugged first on
one side of the panties and then the other to get them
down over her hips. From there it was a quick matter
to slip them down her legs and off. She laid them down
behind her where her bra was, and he offered to hang
them both up with the rest of her clothes.
When she didn't say anything, he took them both and
hung them in the dressing room.
When he came back she was still sitting up. He told
her again to lie back and relax. I don't know if she
relaxed, but she did lie down. He pulled out a small
linen sheet from under the table, and told her he
needed to palpate her stomach. He reached down, took
the hem of the gown, and pulled it up all the way to
her breasts while covering her from the waist down
with the small sheet. He stood there looking at her
for a moment, and then told her he should probably
check the glands under her arms.
He asked her if she was ticklish there, and she told
him she was a little. He said he'd try to be careful,
and lifted the right side of her gown. Of course, her
right breast was exposed again while he lifted her arm
and pressed his hand along the muscles. She only
flinched a little, but it was enough to make her
breast jiggle. He didn't pull the gown back down, and
when he did her left side, both breasts were exposed,
with the nipples still firm and standing out. She
flinched even more as he stroked under that arm, and
her breasts bobbled around enough to make me swallow
hard.
When he was finished, he told her everything seemed
fine there too. Her breasts were still exposed, but I
don't think she even noticed. She had her eyes closed,
and the gown was bunched up in a way that would have
blocked her view even if she did look.
He told her to relax, and took hold of each of her
ankles, moving them apart until her feet were at the
outer edges of the table. He began pressing his
fingers in various places on her stomach, working his
way lower and lower.
Every now and then he'd ask if she felt any discomfort
when he pressed, and she'd say no, and he press
somewhere else. Soon his hands were pressing just
above the sheet, and as he went lower, he pushed it
down inch by inch.
The top of her pubic hair began to show, and then the
whole upper part of her pubic mound.
By now he saw that she was keeping her eyes closed. He
didn't have to be careful about where he looked, and
his head turned back and forth while he pressed on
her, taking in the whole view from her breasts down.
Her not saying anything when he uncovered the top of
her pussy apparently gave him all the encouragement he
needed. He continued to press all around the upper
part of her pubic mound with one hand, letting the
other rest lightly on the sheet between her thighs.
Little by little the pressure from that hand caused
the sheet to slip further down her legs until her
whole pussy came into view. Her legs were open enough
so I could see all the way down to where the cheeks of
her ass began.
He finally stopped pressing, told her there were just
a couple more things he needed to check, and pulled
the linen sheet off of her. Now she was naked from her
feet to her breasts. He took his time walking to the
end of the table, and his eyes never left her. He bent
down and I heard a clank as he pulled a pair of
stirrups into place. I got even harder knowing what
was coming next.
He told her to move down on the table until her legs
were hanging off the end. She did it, with her breasts
jiggling enticingly the whole way. Then he told her to
relax while he put her feet in the stirrups. He took
her left foot, pushed back so her leg would bend at
the knee, and put it into the stirrup.
The way the table was aimed the camera had a perfect
view, and so did he. Of course the view got even
better when he put her right foot in the other
stirrup. She still had her knees sort of together, but
she couldn't do much to hide her sweet pussy. He stood
back a moment, looking at her, and then went over to
the counter. He came back with latex gloves and some
lubricant. He put the gloves on, and told her he was
going to do a simple pelvic exam, and that while he
was doing it he was going to check her responses. He
assured her that she should just relax and not be
nervous about this part of the exam. It wouldn't hurt,
and she would most likely find it pleasurable. With
that, he put his hands on her knees and pushed them
open. And there was Sylvia, spread completely open for
him, her pussy lips showing through her soft pubic
hair.
I was so hard I could hardly stand it. He put his
hands on either side of her pussy, and slowly spread
her dark pink lips apart. He ran his fingers up and
down, opening her slightly, and then put some
lubricant on the fingers of his right hand. Using the
fingers on his left hand to open her pussy lips up, he
put his right index finger up inside her and moved it
around, exploring her. After a bit he brought his
finger out, bent over so his head wasn't more than a
foot away from her open pussy, and put two fingers in.
He moved both fingers around, literally finger fucking
her, and I could see the sweet moisture spread to her
outer lips as his fingers probed and turned inside
her.
He kept leaning in between her legs until his face
couldn't have been more than an inch or two away from
her pussy as he spread his fingers, moving from side
to side, opening her moist lips wider and wider. Maybe
it only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like a long
time before he leaned back and told her he was
finished, and that everything seemed fine. He lifted
her feet out of the stirrups, letting them dangle over
the end of the table. He pulled her gown back down and
asked her to sit up. When she did, he told her she
could step down from the table.
He told her to face the table, step back a bit from it
and lean down with her head and chest on the table. I
could see her hesitate, and then I heard him tell her
to relax, and that it wouldn't take long. She bent
over part of the way, until the open-backed gown began
to slide open. That stopped her for a moment, but then
she went ahead and finished it, leaning forward onto
the table, exposing her ass completely.
And as if that wasn't enough, he told her to put her
feet shoulder width apart. She moved her feet a
little, but I think she must have been embarrassed to
open up as much as he wanted. He let her stand there
for a moment and then told her again to please relax
and move her feet wider. She finally did it, with her
feet winding up even farther apart than shoulder
width.
Dr. May had to have a fantastic view of Sylvia's
pussy. I envied him because that view was my personal
favorite. This was also the position some of the other
women were in that I had seen of earlier video tapes.
"I wonder how many pussies he's had this view of?" I
thought to myself.
Talk about fantastic views! Her ass cheeks opened up,
and the whole bottom of her pussy was spread out in
front of him.
He sat down on his stool, and used both hands to cup
each of her ass cheeks. Then, with his head only
inches away, he spread her open. He held her like that
for a while, and then shifted his hands so that one
was holding her cheeks apart while he put a finger in
her tight little hole with the other.
"Oooh," she cried softly.
Dr. May took this as permission to continue. She kind
of gasped, and he paused for a few seconds before
going in deeper. At first, he moved his finger around
in a kind of circle, but in and out, too, and
gradually his finger went in deeper and deeper. Of
course, with all that pressure, her pussy lips opened
up and I could tell even from where I was that he was
looking up inside her open pussy while he probed her
ass with his fingers.
As he rubbed I heard Sylvia begin to moan softly.
Then, he inserted a second finger and began a rhythm
of stroking with two fingers while his thumb began to
stroke her clit. All the while, two fingers on his
other hand were exploring deep inside her ass.
I could her breathing grow as he continued his
massage, and clearly she was enjoying his stroking. I
thought to myself, 'If he keeps this up, she's going
to come.'
"Ummmmm, that feels nice," I heard her say. The motion
of the doctor's hand suddenly changed and it appeared
that instead of running his fingers up and down the
length of Sylvia's slit, he was now finger-fucking
her. Her moans grew loader.
It sounded like she would cum soon if he didn't stop.
"Aggghh," came a louder moan. While I watched Sylvia's
body first went rigid and then began to shake in the
obvious throes of orgasm.
The thought of the doctor making Sylvia come almost
caused an immediate climax in me. The doctor
continued, increasing the pace gradually, and Sylvia
began to move back into him in response to his
strokes.
With another loud moan and a sharp cry she lunged
forward and spasmed several times again. The doctor
stroked her slowly as she came down from her climax.
As I watched Dr. May slipped down his trunks revealing
a huge erection. It must have been nearly eleven
inches long and very thick. It stuck out at ninety
degrees from his body.
"Oh, don't stop," Sylvia said when she noticed that
his hands were gone. The doctor positioned himself
behind Sylvia's spread thighs. He reached down under
her hips and lifted. Sylvia's wet opening was directly
in line with his hard cock. He plunged forward and
impaled her on his cock. In spite of his large size,
he went all the way in with one stroke.
"Oh gawd!" Sylvia exclaimed as his cock impaled her.
She immediately began to rock back against his
thrusts. She obviously loved it.
As I continued watching the tape, Sylvia turned over
onto her back while the doctor crawled up between her
thighs. Then he re-entered her and began to pound
furiously into her inviting pussy. Sylvia's hand went
down to her clit and I watched her rub herself while
the doctor's thrusts continued. He lifted up Sylvia's
right leg so that the camera had a perfect view of his
cock slamming into her. In just a few frantic minutes
Sylvia came again and then the doctor's body stiffened
as he pushed himself deep into her and held himself
there. Sylvia's pussy had just been filled with a load
of the doctor's hot cum.
As I said before, these tapes had been edited, because
this session with Sylvia ended before the doctor had
gotten out from between her legs.
The next scene started with almost no transition. I
was startled by who the woman was on the table. She
was already nude and lying on her back with her legs
spread to the edge of the table. It was Julia, who was
now working at Dravo.
I have kept these tapes for the past thirty years.
Some of them have been converted to .avi and .flv and
uploaded to a couple of amateur video sites (none of
my ex-wife).
This is part one of I don't know how many parts yet,
but I will write about some more of my ex-wife's
"treatments". She had two a week for almost three
months and all of them were on the VHS tapes.
THE END for now...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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