Trust
by Pan
Health
“You’re due any day,” the gynecologist said with a smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Really good,” Anita answered honestly.
“And how about you, Ted?” Dr. Steinmetz asked, her eyes softening as she turned to Anita’s husband.
“I’m so excited to be a father,” he said, and Anita’s heart filled with joy at the pride in his voice.
“And you’re aware of the duties that come with it?” the doctor asked. It was all Anita could do not to sigh—it felt like they went through this in every visit.
“Well...” Ted said reluctantly, glancing at his wife.
“Go on,” she sighed, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice.
Without another word, Dr. Steinmetz moved to Ted’s lap. It was all Anita could do not to roll her eyes as their mouths met, and Ted’s hands began roaming the doctor’s body.
Anit and Ted were having a baby girl, and for some reason Dr. Steinmetz was extremely concerned that Ted wouldn’t be able to take care of his daughter—cleaning, feeding, changing...all that stuff. They already had a nanny lined up (Ted, god bless him, had taken care of the entire interview process by himself. Some candidates he’d had to interview four or five times, for up to an hour each time—her husband was so thorough! The group interviews, he’d told her, had been particularly exhausting, but at the end of it he was confident that they’d picked the right girl for the job) but obviously he still needed to know how to parent.
The doctor was particularly concerned that he wouldn’t be able to cope with the, well...biological differences.
As Anita watched, the doctor removed her lab coat, and Ted’s nimble hands began unbuttoning her shirt.
During one of their first appointments, Anita had returned to from the bathroom (the joys of pregnancy, she felt like she needed to pee every few minutes) to find her doctor and husband naked. Her eyes had widened, but as soon as Ted had explained what was happening, she’d calmed down.
Dr. Steinmetz had been giving him an impromptu exam, which was when she’d learned that he was (understandably) more familiar with the male anatomy than female. And so she’d stripped, to give him a thorough demonstration of the female form.
To help him be a better parent, of course.
Anita had suggested that her own body could be used for demonstration purposes—not that she was jealous, or anything like that. She knew that her husband wasn’t looking at their doctor sexually, it was purely educational. She trusted him.
But Ted had reminded her that since she was pregnant, she was no longer representative of the average woman’s form. Forced to agree, Anita had reluctantly sat back and watched as her husband learned how the female body worked.
Then, as now, Dr. Steinmetz had moved Ted’s fingers between her legs. “Washing is very different for girls,” she’d pantingly explained. “It’s not like a penis where you simply need to wipe it clean—you need to be very careful not to make sure anything enters the vaginal canal.”
In Anita’s opinion, that would have been explanation enough, but she wasn’t a medical professional. And so she’d watched as Ted’s fingers had (to fully understand the depth) begun moving in and out of Dr. Steinmetz’s vagina.
“Oh god,” she moaned, as Anita’s leg bounced impatiently. Something always felt off about how much of their appointments was spent educating her husband. She was the pregnant one, after all...but she slapped the thought back as selfish.
She wanted Ted to be the best father he could possibly be. They were in this together, after all.
“You’re so good at this,” Dr. Steinmetz groaned, before her entire body tensed. “Oh, fuck, Ted.“
Anita didn’t love the language her doctor used during these demonstrations, but she tried to take them as a good omen. If Ted was getting so much better at understanding the female form, perhaps future demonstrations wouldn’t be necessary.
The doctor took a few minutes to recover, then turned to Anita’s husband, fire in her eyes. “Time for your examination,” she growled, and Anita sighed. Again: despite it being her appointment, Dr. Steinmetz had what felt like an inordinate concern for Ted’s health. Every session ended in her insisting that he strip naked so the doctor could give him a thorough physical.
Anita pulled out her phone and began scrolling down her Facebook wall as her husband undressed. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the sight of her husband naked—even after almost six years of marriage, she found him incredibly attractive, and they’d been making love regularly throughout her entire pregnancy.
Anita just didn’t think that an OB/GYN appointment was the time to feast her eyes on her husband’s form. It didn’t feel appropriate.
Dr. Steinmetz apparently had no such compunctions; she stared at Ted with iration in her eyes. For good reason, Anita was forced to it—their time with Marlene had really paid off (especially since he’d doubled the number of private sessions he had with her each week) and her husband was in the best shape of his life.
The doctor’s examination went the way it always did. She was a very hands-on practitioner, running her fingers across every inch of his sculpted form. “Wonderful,” she purred, as her fingers slid down Ted’s torso, tracing the contours of his muscles, before her lips landed on his once more.
Anita had been confused about why his doctor’s examination required their mouths to meet, but as soon as Ted had explained it, the logic had been irrefutable. The human mouth served as a sort of barometer for the body’s fluids and bacteria, and Dr. Steinmetz was so sensitive to the way her patients’ mouths tasted, she could use them to diagnose diseases. A quick kiss would tell her more than a full set of labs would.
It must have been a skill shared by her staff, as well, because on more than one occasion Anita had caught her husband locking lips with an attractive nurse or receptionist.
Funny, she thought to herself. She’s never diagnosed me like that.
As the doctor continued to check for changes in Ted’s taste, her hand snaked past his abs and grabbed his erection. Before visiting Dr. Steinmetz, Anita hadn’t realized how vital the male organ was to overall health. It felt like most of Ted’s examinations consisted of their doctor inspecting it for one problem or another—her incredibly perceptive mouth even analyzed the ‘unique sweat generated by the groinal region’.
Anita watched disionately as Dr. Steinmetz sunk to her knees and took Ted’s entire erection in her mouth. With a sigh, the pregnant woman returned to her phone as the doctor began “inspecting” it in great detail, repeatedly lifting her head up and down, her eyes staring at Ted all the while.
The sound was a little distracting, but Anita amused herself by liking all the “congratulations!” posts they’d gotten from their pregnancy announcement. They’d gone all out, hiring a photographer for the occasion—she’d had some pretty wild ideas for the shoot, most of them involving Anita and Ted in the nude. Ted had insisted that Anita see exactly what the final photos would look like, asking the photographer to strip off and posing in the pregnant woman’s stead so she could watch.
In the end, they’d gone for a classy, fully-clothed reveal, but Anita would never forget the hour she’d watched Ted and the photographer pose, their bodies pressed against each other, their mouths rarely leaving the other’s, Ted’s hands on her breasts and her ass and touching her between her legs. And when she’d returned from the bathroom, Anita had found the door to their bedroom (where the shoot was taking place) locked, and had to wait outside for over an hour. Ted and the young photographer must have gotten so lost in pretending that she was Anita, they hadn’t even realized she wasn’t with them.
She had no idea what they were doing inside the bedroom, but whatever it was, the photographer had sounded like she was having a very good time.
After ten minutes of the doctor’s inspection, Ted’s body tensed up, and Anita looked up from her phone. She’d never known her husband to be nervous about...well, anything, but after a lengthy examination of his groinal region, it was like he had a little panic attack. He got sweaty, tense...truth be told, it looked almost the same as when he had an orgasm.
But Anita knew her husband. He’d never do anything like that in a doctor’s office, for one.
And more importantly, she knew he’d never cheat on her.
“Your turn,” Dr. Steinmetz said, standing up and wiping her mouth. Anita sometimes felt a little uncomfortable when her doctor was anything less than professional. In this case, her attitude felt almost…flirtatious? Saucy?
“With pleasure,” Ted growled. Great, now he was doing it too. At least from her husband’s end, Anita knew it was completely unconscious. He wasn’t flirting—he’d never hit on another woman—but he was so empathetic, he must have been inadvertently imitating the doctor’s tone.
Ted sank to his knees in front of the doctor, and Anita sighed. He looked up at her, disappointed.
“We don’t have to do this,” he said, and the pregnant woman blushed.
“No,” she said. “Please. I’m sorry.”
“I mean it,” he said earnestly. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
Anita’s face split into a wide smile. She just felt so heard, so respected. She loved her husband so much. “I mean it too,” she said warmly. “I want you to do it.”
“You hear that?” Dr. Steinmetz broke in, slightly (in Anita’s opinion) spoiling the moment. “She wants you to do it. Now, if we can proceed.”
After giving his wife another quick look of reassurance, Ted leaned forward. To most people, what followed would have looked like he was performing oral sex on the doctor, but of course Anita knew it was nothing like that.
Her eyebrows furrowed. What was he doing? When Dr. Steinmetz was inspecting Ted’s member with his mouth, she was doing it as part of a checkup. She was just applying her medical expertise.
So why was Ted’s tongue skillfully (and Anita knew exactly how skillfully) licking the doctor’s lower lips, her clit, occasionally burying deep inside her and tasting her wetness from the source?
Anita genuinely didn’t know. Perhaps it was a tongue exercise, or to better develop his knowledge of the female form.
Well, whatever it was, Dr. Steinmetz was giving him enthusiastic and unfiltered . “Yessss,” she moaned. “Oh god, yes! Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
I guess it doesn’t really matter, Anita told herself. They wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t important.
The pregnant woman tried to bury her head back in her phone, but it was impossible to ignore the loud that her doctor gave her husband, while she was sitting right next to them. “You’re so good at this,” she moaned. “I’ve never had anyone be so…fucking…good at this…”
It was nice to know that her husband was doing well. It felt like it boded well for what he’d be like as a parent.
Ted’s education continued, the doctor continuing to give effusive until her cries of “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” were followed by her entire body tensing, her eyes rolling back into her head, and a long loud sigh of what sounded like pleasure (but Anita knew was just pride) emerging from her mouth.
When she was done, she pulled Ted up and inspected his mouth once more—presumably just to check that no bacteria had been transferred from her privates to his mouth. The inspection went on for several minutes before she was satisfied, releasing Ted from her grip and standing up in front of the married couple.
“Now,” she said brightly, completely unselfconscious about her naked state. “Anita, is there anything you’d like to discuss with me privately?”
As she always did, Anita considered the question before shaking her head. She was feeling confident about the baby, about her marriage—and of course, she trusted Ted. There was nothing she wouldn’t say in front of him.
“And Ted,” Dr. Steinmetz said, a sudden fire in her eyes. Part of Anita wondered if her doctor had a teeny crush on her husband. It would make sense; she was almost as familiar with his spectacular body as Anita was, and the man had a certain charm. Women loved him.
If she’d been a jealous person, or had anything but complete faith in her husband, this attention from the attractive naked professional in front of her would’ve worried Anita. But she knew there was absolutely nothing to worry about. Her husband would never cheat on her. He probably didn’t even notice how large Dr. Steinmetz’s breasts were, even when he’d spent an entire session sucking on her nipples (as part of his education on breastfeeding.)
“I think we should continue discussing what we talked about last week, don’t you?”
“Yes, Dr. Steinmetz,” Ted said, throwing his wife an apologetic look. She returned it with a smile, unsteadily getting to her feet and returning to the waiting room.
Ted hadn’t told her what he discussed with the doctor during their long, loud private sessions, and she hadn’t asked. Their relationship was built on a bond of complete confidence in the other—if it was something she needed to know, Anita knew that he’d tell her. Since he hadn’t, it obviously wasn’t.
She trusted him.
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