Green Door Gynecology

Hubby and I were enjoying one of our frequent visits to Las Vegas a couple of years ago. Several times we had gone to an adult club there called The Green Door.

As we arrived that evening, The Green Door’s owner, Dave, greeted us, and Hubby and I went directly to the unisex locker room. Hubby stripped down to his tee shirt and boxers and I donned a transparent teddy with matching thong panties peeking out from underneath.

We went upstairs and made our way to the juice bar area, where we sat on a comfy sofa near the fireplace. The night was still young, and there were more people arriving every few minutes, at this point mostly males. A guy named Alan came and sat in a chair near Hubby and me. He was dressed in shorts and a shirt, and it was exciting for me to be there with him strangers knowing he could see right through my outfit as if he had x-ray vision.

Hubby whispered to me that he was going to get us a drink, and he got up and walked toward the stairs to go to our locker downstairs. (Technically, no alcohol is allowed in the club, but in my shoulder bag I had brought in a little vodka to spike our juice drinks.)

As soon as Hubby left the room, Alan moved from his chair to sit on the arm of the sofa, right next to me. He was very polite (important to me!), and we just talked about general stuff. He was from Orange County, just north of San Diego, and this was his first time at the club. When Hubby returned with a couple of cups, he was amused to find Alan “chatting me up.” It was plain to both of us that Alan had a “special interest” me.

We finished our drinks, and Hubby told Alan that we were going to look around for a while and that maybe we would see him later (we would!). I told Hubby that Alan seemed to be a nice guy, and he was kinda cute, as well.

As Hubby and I explored the rest of the club, we found a number of rooms where action was taking place. One large room in particular featured a 50ish blonde who was taking on a couple of guys while a crowd watched. One guy was licking her girl-place as she jerked and sucked the other guy’s boy-thing. They all seemed to be enjoying one another, as well as being watched.

Some of the guys in the crowd were stroking their own boy-things as they watched. I noticed Alan had entered and was standing at the rear of the group, looking at me.

As we walked around further, Hubby noticed a closed door on the right side of the hallway, one we had not seen before. When he opened it, wow, were we surprised!

It was a room set up to look like a gynecologist’s office, complete with the table with stirrups at the end, enabling pelvic and vaginal exams. There were diplomas on the walls, and unlike some of the other Green Door rooms, it was very well lit.

As we were looking around and laughing, who should stick his head in the door but our old pal, Alan! Hmmm, I think your little Soccer Mom was being stalked.

Alan asked if he could come into the “office,” and Hubby said, “Of course. I need a male nurse to assist with the exam.” Picking up on this, I said, “Doctor, I hope everything is OK with me. Can we start the exam now?” “Of course, Young Lady,” he said. “Lie down here on the table. My assistant, Alan, will be helping me with the procedures.”

Alan moaned when he heard that. He entered the room and closed the door, and I saw him grab his crotch through his shorts as he approached the tableside. I was really getting into the role-playing as I lay down very modestly. As I was getting adjusted, there was a knock at the door, and another face peeked in.

Hubby said, “Ah, a medical student! Please come in and observe these procedures. It will be good for your education.” Seeing me lying on the table, the guy caught on quickly. We hadn’t seen him before, but Hubby found out the new guy’s name was Bob. Bob came in and stood on the right side of the table as Alan took his place on my left.

Hubby informed them that he first was going to demonstrate a breast exam. He told Alan to pull off my teddy. As he did so I acted shy by covering my breasts with my hands and commenting, “Doctor, I have never been topless in front of three men before, and this is a bit embarrassing.”

Hubby assured me that they were all medical professionals and that there was no need for undue modesty. He pried my hands away from my little boobies and began pressing around the perimeter of my right breast, making his way toward the pierced and stiffening nipple in the middle.

Turning to Bob and Alan, he told them to repeat the procedure on the breast nearest to each of them, taking care to avoid rough treatment in the areas of the nipple-piercings. Remaining “in role,” each guy eagerly went to work on my full Soccer Mom tits, examining them carefully. I asked if they were finding any problems. They both commented that there was no problem at all.

After quite a thorough breast exam, it was plain that the two assistants were sporting stiff boy-things beneath their shorts. Hubby suggested that in order to help me get over my shyness, perhaps they should extract their penises from their pants. They didn’t need to be asked twice! Each had a nice boy-thing, already quite angry-looking, and each began slowing touching himself.

Hubby then informed me that it was time for the pelvic exam and asked Bob to remove my panties. Bob happily complied, and soon I was completely naked on the table, except for my CFM heels. Hubby moved to stand at the foot of the table and lifted each of my feet into the stirrups.

Now I was on my back, naked, with my legs spread and lifted in a most immodest pose. He told Alan and Bob to observe closely as he penetrated my poor little girl place with one finger and then a second, as I gasped and wiggled my bottom.

By this time the two guys were stroking themselves in earnest. They were still on either side of me, squeezing a tit with one hand and jacking with the other. They watched as my “doctor” checked my “vaginal reflexes” by fingering me faster and faster, more and more deeply.

I could tell I was going to explode soon, and I said, “Oh, Doctor, that gives me a funny feeling down there!” “Is it a good feeling?” “Oh, yes, Doctor,” I gasped through clenched teeth, “It’s the best feeling I have ever had!”

Without stopping his assault on my soaked little hole, Hubby looked at his masturbating assistants and told them that he was doing a study on the effect of fresh sperm on the growth of women’s breasts, and that if they should feel the need to ejaculate, they should do so on the respective breast nearest them.

All the while he continued pummeling my tight little place with two fingers, and I knew the time had come for me to cum. “Oh, Doctor…!” I screamed, grimaced, gritted my teeth, and began squirting all over the place. I sprayed Hubby, my shoes, the end of the table, and made a large puddle of girl-juice on the floor. Still my doctor continued his procedure, and I continued to cry out and orgasm.

Well, this proved too much for the “medical assistants.” Within a few seconds of one another, each of the boys erupted onto my poor little pierced and swollen nipples. Bob spurted an especially huge load with three or four strong squirts that ran into the valley between my boobies and down my side onto the table.

Alan also produced a few generous ropes of cum for me, and he immediately began massaging his own semen, along with some of Bob’s, into my breasts. Bob saw this and began his own massage on “his” tit. Soon I was begging Hubby to stop fingering me, as I was completely cummed and squirted out.

Within a few seconds the boys had lathered up my breasts with a white and fragrant glaze, so slick and naughty-looking. “Doctor Hubby” thanked each of the boys for their help and dismissed them, with their co-mingled cum still on their fingers and hands.

Hubby continued the sperm massage into my tits for a minute or two as I recovered. “Was that good?” he asked. “Wowie-kazowi!” I managed to say. “Now take me back to the hotel and FUCK me!”

And he did.