ANNA'S POV

My breath caught at the question. His smirk grew wider.

God, he was so handsome.

But I couldn't let this happen again. Not with Tom's friend for that matter.

"Forget that night ever happened," I said firmly, making sure my voice didn't shake. "Whatever we did that night...it's in the past. A mistake. We've never met before today. Understand?"

He leaned back on his chair, just watching me. His gaze stripped me of my clothes, probably imagining my body from that night.

"Fair enough." His tone sounded casual, but there was an edge to it.

I nodded, relieved that he didn't argue. Picking up his pen, he continued with his questions.

This time, the questions felt a whole lot personal. Maybe it was what he asked his other patients, but I find that hard to believe.

"Let's talk about your arousal levels during sex." His eyes locked on mine. "For you to get pregnant, it's important. Do you get wet naturally, or do you need lubricants to help that area?"

What the hell!

My eyes widened, is that a medical question?

I shifted in my seat, the sweat already soaking my underwear.

"I....ummm...I get wet naturally." I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

He nodded, writing it down. "That's good. And, how sensitive are you? Does light pressure on your clitoris make you throb, or does firmer pressure do the trick?"

Is this normal in a consultation?

My breathing picked up, my mind going over that night he rubbed on my clit as he pounded in me.

"I prefer a firm pressure there."

He leaned closer, his cologne filling my nostrils. "Interesting, but as your doctor I need more details. Can you describe how your body feels when you're close to climax? Does your vagina tighten or pulse?"

I knew we were crossing boundaries, but my body longed for it.

Nipples trying to poke out from my bra, as I pressed my thighs together, smashing my pussy lips together, a zing going through me.

His words had me worked up already, something Tom's cock couldn't even do.

"It tightens when I come," I whispered, my face red as a tomato.

"And penetration?" He asked smoothly. " How deep do you like it. Shallow thrusts, or you like it deeper with something a lot thicker hitting that spot inside you."

His eye bored into mine, I couldn't look away.

I was sure he knew what I was thinking at that moment.

How that thick cock of his stretched my cunt walls as he shoved into me from behind as I held onto the sink for my life.

My thighs were getting soaked at the memories.

"I like it deeper." My voice is barely audible, trying hard not to moan. "It feels good when I'm stretched full."

He smiled knowingly, eyes filling with lust.

"These questions are to help you, Mrs Goldberg. Moving on, do you need any other form of stimulation to come, apart from being stretched fully? "

My pussy pulsed, imagining his mouth on me, lapping my juices clean.

Shame mixed with guilt at what I was enabling.

"Not always but sometimes I need extra stimulation," I confessed.

"What extra stimulation?" He pressed on, his voice low. "Is it fingers circling your clit, or a tongue?"

He was crossing all lines of professionalism, but I didn't have the willpower to stop him.

"Yes, something like that." I breathed.

My pussy was pounding with the blood quickly filling it.

He nodded, eyes trailing my body again.

Thank God for bras.

My nipples were straining out, the sensitive points rubbing against my bra.

"One more question. How wet do you get when you're aroused? Is it heavy, like it soaks through your panties, or just a little dampness?"

Gosh.

I was ashamed and wanted to tell him to stop. But I couldn't deny how my body wanted him.

"I soak through my panties," I answered, my eyes dropping to his thigh.

I shouldn't have.

He was so hard, his erection pressed against his slacks. I could even see the huge cock head with a damp spot forming already.

"This is wrong." I hissed out, shaking my head out of the lust-filled haze.

He smiled a bit, as he could see through my bullshit.

"Is it? Or your body just needs proper manhandling for better results?"

Before I could lay it out to him, the door burst open.

Tom strode in, phone still in his hand.

"Is everything all good? What did I miss?" He asked.

Marcus straightened, his cold clinical mask slipping back on.

"We were just going through some routine questions. And, we're also done for the day."

Tom nodded at him, smiling like a loon. "That's great. So, what's the next step?"

"We'll set up tests to check Mrs Goldberg's hormones and do an ultrasound," Marcus said as he stood up.

He grabbed a card from his desk and pushed it towards me. "Mrs Anna, you can call me anytime if you have questions. Anything at all, I'll be available."

His words had a double meaning and I sneaked a look at Tom.

He was clueless as always. At least now it's working in my favour.

Marcus' fingers brushed mine as I took the card. " Thanks"

As we left, Tom chatted away about things I really didn't care about.

It's okay, I told myself.

I didn't cheat on my husband again, now I'll just have to convince Tom about changing my gynaecologist.

Preferably someone who hadn't been inside my pussy.

ANNA'S POV

"Can I get a new gynaecologist?" I asked Tom the next day as we ate dinner.

He turned his head slowly to look at me, while I was trying to avoid his gaze.

"Why? You just had one session with Dr Marcus."

"I would prefer a female doctor, I don't just feel comfortable with Dr Marcus." I insisted, already getting irritated.

"Well, you haven't gotten to know him enough. Besides Marcus is the best gynaecologist you could ever have."

"But...." I tried again, wanting him to see things from my perspective.

"But nothing, Anna. All you do is whine and complain every time. As I said before, you're likely the cause of us not having children." He hissed angrily.

My stomach turned at his cruel words. Not wanting to hurl insults at him, I gathered my leftover meal, trashed it, dumped the plate in the sink and headed upstairs.

The next few days were hell, he was always muttering how all his friends' wives were getting pregnant.

He had always wanted the white picket fence dream, and unfortunately, I couldn't give him that.

Tom had also formed the habit of picking fights with me. Any little thing I do, irritates him or provokes him.

It has been a week since my last session with Dr Marcus. Those inappropriate questions bored a hole in my thoughts, making my body heat even when I didn't want it to.

Marcus's card burned a hole in my purse. I couldn't bring myself to throw it away.

I should change doctors, damning the consequences from Tom, but I didn't want to.

This night, my body won over reasoning. Tom was fast asleep, snoring loudly like he wanted to bring the house down.

I grabbed my phone, took Marcus' card from my bag and headed into the bathroom.

Heart hammering as I locked the door, walked over to the edge of the tub and sat down.

My hands shook as I dialled the number on the card.

It rang first, but he didn't pick up.

At the second ring, the number connected.

"Hello, who's this?" Marcus asked in a low voice.

I cleared my throat as I answered.

"It's Anna, Anna Goldberg," I whispered, body already humming with anticipation.

"Anna" He muttered, his voice hitching a bit. "I wondered if you'd ever call."

I swallowed hard. Just wanting to go straight to the reason I called.

I think.

Why was I even calling him?

"Listen" I hissed softly. "I'm calling you to tell you again to keep your mouth shut. Tom must never find out about us. And I want to remove you as my gynaecologist, so you shouldn't tell Tom I won't be meeting you again."

The line grew quiet for a few seconds before a soft chuckle filled my ears, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Be honest Anna. Is that why you really called? In the middle of the night?"

"Yes", I confirmed with a shaky voice. My bravado from earlier is fading away.

"Well, relax Anna. Your secret's safe with me. But you sound stressed. You need to unwind a little."

I should have hung up right there, but I didn't.

I stayed silent, as I waited for his next words.

His voice dropped lower and commanding. " Tell me where you are right now."

"In the bathroom," I replied, my breath coming out in pants. "Tom's already asleep."

I didn't even know why I added that information.

"Is the door locked?"

"Yes, it's locked."

"Perfect. Now, slide your fingers under your nightwear. Tell me how it feels."

My eyes widened. "But, Marcus....."

"Do it, Anna. You need to relieve stress. It isn't good for women who want to get pregnant."

I hesitated a bit, then obeyed his command.

My palm trailed my smooth creamy thigh, the fabric of my sheer nightgown bunching up.

"I...I'm touching my thigh. It feels tickly."

"Move your fingers higher." He ordered. "Feel how warm you are. Are your panties wet, Anna?"

A gasp escaped me as I brushed my fingers on my slick thong. My palm is rubbing my covered crotch.

I was soaked.

Just by his voice ordering me around.

"Yes, they're so wet, Marcus." I moaned quietly as I rubbed my covered pussy harder.

"Tell me how wet you are."

"Fuck, Marcus. I'm drenched, my thong is sticking to my pussy because of how slick I am."

"Good girl, you're doing great. Now, push your thong aside. Let air touch your pussy. Circle your swollen clit slowly. How does it feel?"

My head fell back against the tiled wall as I did as he instructed. My fingers circled my swollen clit, rubbing my sensitive folds as I gushed slick.

My pussy throbbed so good as I pinched my clit, making my hips twitch wildly.

"It's aching, Marcus. My clit is jutting out of my folds. I need more." I whimpered.

"Rub your clit faster" He said, his breathing heavier. I could hear the rustle of sheets and the slick sound of a hand.

Fuck.

He was jerking off to the sound of me rubbing my pussy.

"Slide one finger in your pussy. Fuck, Anna, you'll feel so tight wrapped around my cock."

I pushed a finger in, moaning at the intrusion. "It's so tight and hot. It's clenching around my finger."

"Add another finger. Stretch your pussy like I did that night."

I quickly added another finger, body thrumming with arousal. My cunt walls gripped them greedily.

"It's not enough." I whimpered desperately. " I remember how you stretched me so good that night. Your thick cock was pumping hard in and out of my pussy."

" Pull your fingers out and rub your clit faster. You're dripping for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm soaking up my fingers with cunt juice." I moaned, pleasure coiling tight in my belly.

"Fuck! I'm about to cum. Come for me, Anna. Moan my name as you do."

I rubbed harder on my clit, pressing the swollen gland as waves came crashing over me.

"Marcus." I moaned, biting my lips to stay silent as my pussy spammed on my fingers.

He groaned loudly at the other end. The sound of his release made my body shiver.

We breathed heavily on the phone for a few minutes.

Reality quickly settled in as the lusty haze wore off.

What have I done?

"I.....I have to go." I stammered, putting my underwear in place as I washed my hands.

"Anna..."

I hung up quickly, going into the bedroom as I crept into bed sliding under the covers.

I cheated on Tom again.

But even as the guilt overwhelmed me, lust stirred deeper.

Longing too, something I hadn't felt in years.

ANNA'S POV

The following week dragged at a snail's pace after that phone call with Marcus.

I also didn't have it in me to have another conversation with Tom about not wanting Marcus to be my doctor anymore.

So when the hospital called to confirm the follow-up appointment for the ultrasound and physical examination, I simply said I'll be there.

The morning of the appointment Tom barely looked up from his cup of coffee.

"I can't come today. I have a big meeting with foreign investors. You'll be fine on your own. Dr Marcus knows what he's doing."

I nodded, a bit relieved that he wouldn't come. And a bit terrified that I would be alone with Marcus.

Arriving early at the hospital, I've barely made myself comfortable in the waiting area when a nurse calls my name.

" Mrs Goldberg, Dr Hale is ready for you."

Marcus was waiting in the exam room that the nurse led me to. His expression was one of indifference; no emotions were displayed on his face.

What was I expecting?

It was as if that phone call didn't happen.

I consoled myself that it was for the best, but a part of me was hurt.

"Good morning, Mrs Goldberg. Your husband didn't accompany you?"

"No, he has an important meeting," I said quietly, looking everywhere but him.

"That's fine. Today we'll be doing a full physical exam and a vaginal ultrasound. It will give us a clearer picture of what your insides look like." His voice was so stiff and clinical, no emotions.

He gestured to a curtained area I didn't even notice. "Please undress and put on the hospital gown. I'll step out to give you privacy."

I did as he instructed, hands shaking as I folded my clothes neatly and put on the paper gown.

It barely covered anything, it was so thin and exposed.

Marcus knocked once and came back in. I walked over to the exam table, lay down and kept my legs pressed together.

My heart was racing.

Marcus rolled a stool to the front of the table and adjusted the stirrups. "This is a chair for pelvic exams. You need to place your legs on the stirrups and let your knees fall open."

His tone was so commanding that it made me quickly obey. The gown slipped higher, leaving me completely exposed.

The air conditioning in the room hit my bare pussy.

My face flushed at the contact.

"Good." He said, pulling some gloves on. " Please relax, it'll be over before you know it."

Sitting between my spread legs, he pointed the overhead lights on my bare crotch.

I stared at the ceiling, trying to detach myself from the situation but I couldn't.

"This is the first physical exam," he announced softly.

His gloved fingers parted my already slick pussy lips, inspecting them.

Oh my!

He was staring at my pussy.

My body shook slightly from lust and embarrassment.

"Your labia appears healthy, no irritation."

His touch was soft, but my body remembered these hands.

He mashed my pussy lips together, rubbing them softly.

Little squelching sounds from my vagina fill the room.

"Do you feel any tenderness?" He asked.

"Uhm....No." I murmured, fighting the urge not to moan.

He nodded, then picked another tool from the table nearby.

"This is the speculum, it's going to go in you."

He parted my pussy again as I felt the cool metal slide inside me. He opened it slowly, and I gasped at the stretch.

"Mhmmmm" I moaned in part pain and arousal.

"Breathe, Anna. You're doing so well." He encouraged, rubbing my thigh with his free hand.

This was the first time today he was addressing me with my name, or even showing a bit of emotion.

"Your cervix looks good too."

When he finally took that awful tool out, I thought the worst part was over.

But then, he rubbed cool gel on his two fingers. "Now, I'll check inside myself. I need to check your uterus."

He pushed those thick fingers in my cunt. My walls clenched tightly around his invading fingers. "Please, tell me if it hurts."

Hurt?

It felt too good. His fingers moved around inside me.

He was practically finger fucking me. I was getting soaked, I felt it dripping down my inner thighs.

His fingers were forceful now. This wasn't a normal checkup.

My legs quaked, as I bit my lips hard to keep from screaming out. His thumb was grazing my clit with every forceful shove back in.

"Everything feels fine. No lumps or anything abnormal. Speaking of lumps, I need to check your breasts for any swelling."

Was a physical exam supposed to feel this way?

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving me aching.

Standing up, he helped me pull the gown away from my straining tits.

"Mmm...Marcus...." I moaned, feeling so exposed and loving it. My legs were spread open, boobs out with straining nipples.

Taking my boobs in his huge hands he squeezed them together, pinching my pink nipples.

"They look fine, no swelling." He mumbles, voice strained as he fondles my boobs.

I gripped the table hard. My pussy feels too empty.

"Marcus.... please I need..." I whimpered, body aching most deliciously.

"I'll take care of you, sweetie" He whispered, kissing my hair.

He pushed those thick fingers back between my spread thighs, while still pinching my left nipple.

"Fuck...Dr Hale...please," I moaned as he finger fucked my pussy harder, hitting my spot head-on with those long fingers.

I was so close to cumming, already feeling the sensations when he stopped.

Why did he stop?

He pulled his fingers from my unsatisfied cunt. And letting go of my nipple.

"You should go." He spoke in a stiff tone.

"What? You can't just get me worked up and leave me hanging." I shouted at him, feeling frustrated.

"You're a married woman, remember?" He hissed, as if angry at that information.

It was as if a bucket of water was poured over my head.

He quickly handed me tissues to clean up, making sure not to stare at my face.

"You can clean up, and get dressed."

I nodded robotically, already feeling drained with the mixed emotions.

I entered the curtained area, putting back my clothes. My jeans are sticking uncomfortably to my swollen parts.

I felt super sensitive, like any hard rub would have me coming hard.

When I came out again, Marcus was taking notes on a book.

"Do you have any questions?" He asked, still not looking at me.

"I don't"

"We'll schedule your next appointment in two weeks. Please, Mrs Goldberg, make sure your husband accompanies you." He stated.

"Asshole," I mumbled as I walked out.

My legs felt weak, body still humming.

Who the fuck does he think he is, getting me worked up over nothing?

Now he wants to act the saint.

"Fuck you, Dr Hale," I whispered as I slammed my car door shut.