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.

ANNA'S POV

The drive back home was pure torture. Every bump on the road made my swollen, sensitive pussy throb harder against my soaked panties.

My nipples were still tingling from Dr Hale's rough hands, rubbing roughly against my bra.

A lot of emotions were going through me, anger winning against the others. But still turned on so much I could barely think straight.

When I got home, I was surprised to see Tom at home, lounging on the couch.

" How did it go?" he asked looking at me.

I froze.

I wanted to just spill the truth. I was getting tired of the lies and betrayals, but I couldn't.

I could just imagine the look on my husband's face when I tell him Marcus fingered his wife's pussy until she almost came.

Of course, I couldn't say that. So I lied.

"It went well" I said softly, making sure my face didn't give anything away. "He said everything looked good. And he thinks there's a chance of me getting pregnant soon."

Tom's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He stood up so fast and pulled me into a big hug as he kissed my forehead.

"That's great news, babe! We're finally getting somewhere."

I nodded against his chest, as guilt pooled in my stomach.

God. I was such fucking liar.

Marcus could barely even look at me today.

Towards the evening, Tom was so excited that he even cooked dinner, which he had never done before.

Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed his phone.

"I'm gonna call Marcus to thank him. Maybe treat him to dinner to celebrate."

My heart dropped to my feet. "Uh...Tom, you really don't have to."

It was as if he couldn't hear me as he brought the phone to his ear.

"Hey, man! Anna just told me the good news. Listen, would you mind going out to dinner this weekend? Yeah. That fancy Italian place downtown."

I froze with my eyes widening.

Why was Tom like this? He never listened to anything I said.

I was already angry and was opting for ways not to go to the dinner. But as the weekend rolled around, Tom stood firm that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

I took almost an hour picking out a figure-hugging black dress. I told myself I wanted to look good for my husband, but my conscience scoffed at that.

The dress was practically painted on and pushed my boobs out.

We drove in Tom's car to the restaurant. Marcus was already there, wearing a dark button-down shirt that fitted his broad shoulders.

He stood up as he saw us, shaking Tom's hand, then he turned to me, eyes twinkling as he took in my outfit.

I tried not to push my chest out, I really did. But couldn't really help it.

Something was really wrong with me, imagining pushing my boobs out and rubbing them all up in Marcus' face with my husband standing there.

"Mrs Goldberg," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You look really beautiful."

Heat quickly rushed to my cheeks, hoping Tom didn't notice the energy between us.

My husband was already pulling out a chair for me, while blabbing about the menu.

The dinner started fine, as a waiter poured our wine for us.

Tom ordered appetisers too as the evening wore on.

But Tom would always be Tom. And there wouldn't be a social outing without him subtly shading me.

"So, my wife here, Anna, has been super stressed lately," He said with a condescending laugh. "That's probably why it's taking so long for her to get pregnant. Thank God, she is not barren."

My face felt hot with shame as I sneaked a look at Marcus.

Marcus's fork paused midway into his mouth. His eye turned to steel as his stare flicked to me.

Tom kept going, not bothered about the look on Marcus's face.

"I keep telling her to relax more. One of my friends' wives got pregnant once she started yoga."

I stared hard at my untouched plate, wanting the ground to swallow me whole.

Marcus set his fork down gently. "Actually, stress can affect anyone. The quality of sperm drops under pressure."

Tom blinked rapidly, clearly caught off guard. "Yeah, well.... I'm fine. I'm not the one with the problem, she is."

Marcus smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Of course. It's still a team effort. It takes two people to make a baby."

His subtle comments didn't stop Tom's shades. As the dinner progressed, Tom made little digs at my cooking, saying my food tasted bland.

He even threw a jab at my body, saying I've been letting myself go lately.

Through it all, Marcus has been defending me, although not making it obvious.

Marcus quickly changed the line of conversation. Asking about me, and was actually interested in what I had to say.

His knee kept brushing mine. At first, I thought it was a mistake, but it wasn't.

His fingers grazed my arms in the guise of passing dishes.

These innocent touches made my core clench with heat.

When dinner was over, Tom happily paid for the meal, showcasing his black card.

As we all walked out, Tom suddenly stopped. "Shit! I gotta use the restroom, I'm pressed. You guys can go ahead, I'll catch up."

My body buzzed with excitement as he left us. Marcus and I walked into the cool night air towards the car park.

Getting to Tom's car, I thought he would say goodbye and leave but he didn't.

We didn't say anything to each other. He just looked at me with those blue eyes.

It happened in slow motion. One large hand chopped my face, as the other gripped my waist pulling me hard against his sculpted body.

That mouth I was staring at all night, crashed into mine. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, he was rough and dominating.

He sucked on my tongue, fucking my mouth like he was sucking on my pussy.

His hands moved everywhere, squeezing my ass and slapping it hard.

Moving his hands to my boobs, his thumb rubbed over my hard nipples poking out.

I moaned into his mouth, feeling that thick veiny length on my stomach.

I wanted more.

Desperately wanted him to push me up against the car, pull my panties to my ankles and ram that fat schlong up my tight cunt.

We were so lost in each other, we didn't even hear any sound.

"What the hell?" Tom's voice shrieked.