A Waiting Room with a View

Just then, before me and my fellow voyeurs got over our initial shock at Beth's accidental exposure and could really concentrate on her charms, the nurse noticed that the door was ajar and quickly shut it. You could almost hear a moan of disappointment sweep through the waiting room. The other men, like little boys caught peeking in the girl's locker room, guiltily picked up their magazines and pretended to be interested in them. But I knew that their hearts' were in the examination room with my wife, imagining her just on the other side of the door, unclothed, mother naked, bare-assed, in the raw, au natural, in..., well, you get the picture.

It had been sort of thrilling to have my wife exposed in front of other men, but it was also humiliating; and I felt that I'd had enough excitement for one day. I hoped that Beth would remain hidden for the rest of the exam, but I couldn't forget the parade of nude men being led to the bathroom. I convinced myself that the nurse would make an exception to the normal routine for a woman, especially an attractive one, and that Beth would at least be permitted to do her urine sample in the privacy of the examination room.

Time passed, and I was just starting to have faith in my new theory when the door to Beth's room opened and the nurse emerged, followed by my very naked wife. She was holding the paper drape to her bosom, which covered her front from boobs to mid-thigh, and left her sides and back entirely bare. Fortunately the toilet was right next to the exam room, so she wouldn't be exposed for long; but Beth was now in the waiting room itself, a room filled with fully clothed people, and she was wearing her birthday suit! The nurse held the bathroom door open and Beth scurried inside, mooning the room.

The door was closed behind her but then the nurse, remembering some other duty, cracked it open and instructed Beth: When you're finished Mrs. Harris, leave your specimen on the reception desk and return to your room." She shut the door again quickly, but not before some of us had a brief but shocking view of my wife sitting nakedly on the toilet bowl, the drape propped against the wall.

The indignities keep piling up, I thought; though I don't believe that Beth was aware of this latest peep we had had. And now she would have to walk back to her room unescorted and unclothed. The waiting room had gotten very quiet in anticipation of the coming show. So quiet, in fact, that we could presently hear a soft splashing noise emanating from the bathroom; the very intimate sound of my wife peeing. The sound conjured up the obscene image of piss squirting from between the hairy lips of a woman's cunt; and it contrasted sharply with the dignified appearance Beth had made when she sat demurely in her business suit, only 15 minutes ago.

The sound trickled off, so to speak, followed by a loud flushing noise. The bathroom door opened and Beth strode purposefully to the reception desk, barefoot all over. She held the drape against her chest with one hand, the other hand carefully holding the cup of her steaming urine for all to see. I noticed that my wife's cheeks were blushing hotly as she avoided the sea of eyes focused on her nudity. As she leaned forward to place the sample on the counter, the drape fell away from her lower body, giving everyone a surprise peek at her dark pubic thatch. Turning quickly, Beth hurried back to the safety of her room; her naked ass cheeks jiggling lewdly.

All doors were now safely shut; and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. As I re-played in my mind the incredibly erotic scenes we had just witnessed, I became aware of a pressing need to adjust my underwear. I had a monster erection. While re-adjusting myself as discretely as possible, I glanced around the room and noticed some of the other men similarly occupied. The thought of all these men's' pricks stiffening as they watched my woman wave her bare fanny at them sent a new thrill through me. I was starting to genuinely enjoy this experience; my shame and embarrassment mixing with a desire to show off my lovely wife. I found myself looking forward to her exposure with a sense of anticipation.

A few minutes passed and the nurse popped out of a room and called in her powerful voice, "Victor, EKG in room 1 ". The small, white-coated man with the pencil-thin moustache emerged from the rear, pushing a cart with the electrocardiogram machine on it. He stopped at in front of Beth's door. The nurse came and, without bothering to knock, opened the door wide to allow him and his cart to enter. Everyone in the room could now look in and see my wife sitting on the examination table in the altogether.

Her hands were at her sides, flat on the table, her smooth legs dangled over the edge of the table, bare feet swinging just above the floor. Beth's big titties, capped by her lovely pink nipples, pointed straight at us like a pair of headlights with their high beams on. All too soon cart, technician and nurse were inside and the door was shut, blocking out this latest vision of naked beauty. In less than a minute the nurse came out, giving us just a second to peek in and see Beth stretched out flat on her back on the table. The drape had been placed across her hips, covering her genitalia from the tech's view. He was busily attaching the leads from the machine to her chest, his eyes free to roam over her bare breasts, so blatantly on display.

Now I had the uncomfortable experience of having to sit helplessly on the wrong side of a door; knowing that just on the other side, hidden from my site, my wife was lying stretched out, mostly naked, in the presence of a male technician. It felt like Beth was being unfaithful to me, showing her body, in private, to another man. I had to sit with this unsettling image in my mind for several minutes while the test was proceeding.

Finally the door opened and Mr. Pencil-moustache began pushing the cumbersome cart through the doorway, past which I could now see Beth sitting up on the table with her legs flat out in front of her. She was using a tissue to wipe the spots of gel off her chest where the leads had been attached, her boobs bouncing with her efforts.

Suddenly the front corner of the cart struck the doorframe, causing the device to turn and jam in the doorway with a noisy clatter. The tech was struggling clumsily to free it when a man sitting near the door leaped to his feet and rushed over to help. This quick thinking opportunist now stood right in the doorway of the exam room, staring inside while shaking the cart to free it. By now Beth had slipped off the table and was standing in front of it, minus her drape. She looked towards the door to see what the commotion was about and was startled to meet the gaze of the Good Samaritan as he ogled her nakedness. She was so unnerved at his blatant leering that she just stood there dumbly, forgetting to cover herself as he feasted his eyes on her uncovered femininity.

Then the cart was free and thru the door, which the technician quickly pulled shut behind him, allowing me to forgive him a little for being alone with my wife a few moments ago. The noble helper returned to his seat, looking very pleased with himself. I glared at him for a while, and then realized how futile it was. I had to resign myself to the fact that my wife's modesty was, and would continue to be compromised, until her exam was over and she could put her clothes on again.

Finally, Dr. Shiffman himself came walking up to the exam room door and, after giving a polite knock, entered. The brief glimpse I had was of Beth sitting again on the examination table, the paper drape held demurely in front of her, only her bare sides showing. "Hello Elizabeth. How have you been?" I heard the doctor say before the door shut behind him.

I found myself relaxing a little, knowing that now only the doctor was in the room with my Beth. Even though he was fully dressed, including jacket and tie, and she was sitting there without a stitch on; they were doctor and patient, thus making the situation socially acceptable. I was aware of how my perspective had changed since this morning, when the idea of a male doctor seeing my unclothed wife had excited me terribly. Now I was almost relieved that only he could see her; as opposed to a roomful of people and other office personnel.

Soon the blue-clad nurse came down the hall and entered the exam room again for some purpose, exiting a few minutes later; giving 2 more quick peeks to a by now very attentive and appreciative audience. Our first view was of Beth sitting up very straight and very naked, no drape, on the edge of the table. The doctor stood to her side with one hand on her bare shoulder, pressing the stethoscope to her back with his other hand. He listened intently as she breathed deeply in and out, her full mounds rising and falling with each breath. We had a wonderfully clear view of my wife's bare breasts, capped by her pale, pink areolas and proud reddish nipples.

Even though I have seen Beth's tits countless times; they have never seemed more erotic to me. Having her twin lovelies on display in front of so many males was almost painfully erotic.

View #2, as the nurse exited, was very different but just as exciting. Beth was now stretched out on her back again, Dr. Shiffman standing over her, palpating her abdomen. As he moved his hands lower over her tummy, his thick fingers pressed the white flesh just above her growth of brown pubic hair, sprouting thickly at the bottom of her bare belly. As the door closed again, I quickly glanced around the room, realizing that all these men had just seen my wife's pubes. I felt like I was sharing my wife's intimate secrets with the entire world and, to tell the truth, the feeling was mind-blowing.

In a few minutes a new figure entered the office and approached the reception desk. He was a large, chubby man with a round pink face and the overly friendly manner of a salesman. It turned out he was a representative from a pharmaceuticals firm. The receptionist exchanged greetings with him, he was obviously a regular visitor, and then I heard her tell him "We're very busy right now John, but I'll see what I can do". With that she got up, walked over to the door of exam room #1, knocked briefly, and stuck her head in the door. I could not hear what she was saying or the doctor's response, and her body blocked anyone from seeing into the room this time. She then pulled her head back and closed the door behind her, keeping her hand on the doorknob. Turning to the salesman she said "The doctor is too busy today to see you in his office. He is with a patient now, but since you say you only have a few questions for him, you can go in for a few minutes only. Please be brief." With that she opened the door wide and he marched right in. What he saw, however, must have shocked him as much as it did me and all my fellow onlookers.

Beth was bending over the table, her naked rump facing the door. Her long, sturdy legs were spread wide, her upper body resting on her folded arms on the padded exam table. The doctor was grasping one full cheek of her ample behind and pulled it to one side, exposing Beth's puffy, red asshole to our astonished eyes. The last thing we saw as the door slowly closed was Dr. Shiffman sliding his thick, greased finger into my wife's slowly parting anus, her hairy pudenda also visible between her spread legs.

I sat there stunned, shaking with excitement and mortification. As if it wasn't humiliating enough to have my wife so obscenely exposed to a roomful of men; the sleazy salesman had somehow talked his way into Beth's exam room and was, at this very moment, watching the doctor fingering her brown eye.

The indignity and inappropriateness of it all angered me to the point of getting to my feet to protest to the dumb, blonde receptionist. Then I realized that making a scene might result in another door opening and further exposures. Steaming, I sat back down, trying to imagine the scene inside the exam room.

I couldn't stop myself from conjuring up the most obscene visions. I pictured the salesman lustily watching Beth's distended anal ring tightly gripping Dr. Shiffman's intruding finger. I thought about how my wife's anus, her most secret spot, was a secret no longer. But the most painful feeling was one of being shut out, knowing that two other men were getting to see Beth's shame and exposure and I wasn't!

A wave of guilt hit me and I realized what a selfish shit I was being. Here was my wife, going thru a long and degrading experience, and all I could think about was my own injured pride and lewd fantasies. She was the one who actually had to endure being naked and vulnerable in front of all these fully clothes people, most of them men. I could only imagine how hard that must be for a woman of Beth's age and modesty.

I could picture her in the room now, huddled up with the skimpy drape clutched tightly to her bare body; trying to hide her nudity from the fat drug salesman, mortified at the thought of how much of her he had already seen.

I could not have been more wrong!

The nurse, who had been out of sight for a while, came out of a back room and up to the front desk, where the receptionist informed her of the salesman's' presence. A look of shock passed over her face and then, bless her, she laced into the air-headed blonde. "You're never to allow anyone except a medical professional into a room while a patient is being examined, NEVER!" "But he is in the medical field", she protested weakly. "He's just a salesman" the nurse shot back as she turned to oust the intruder from the exam room. When she opened the door however, the scene that greeted our eyes was not the one I had visualized.

Dr. Shiffman had his back to the table and was talking to the salesman, who was trying to carry on his part of the conversation while stealing glances over the doctor's shoulder at my naked wife. Instead of being huddled up in shame however, as I had imagined, she was in a very different pose.

My normally reserved wife was sitting buck naked on the padded table, leaning slightly back, supported on her straight arms, hips thrust forward; glaring defiantly at the two clothed men. Her legs were open a little and as I watched, she slowly and deliberately spread them until they were as wide as her sitting position would allow! As her smooth thighs parted, her vagina opened like a pink clam in the center of her dark pubic bush.

The chubby salesman's mouth opened in dumb shock at the sight of Beth's brazen exposure. In a daze myself, I stared in wonder at my glorious wife, naked as God made her, her large breasts hanging free, her vulva openly displayed for whoever cared to look. There was a look of contempt in her eyes as she provocatively challenged the salesman to inspect her nudity.

The nurse broke the erotic spell by quickly hustling the now red-faced and sweating salesman out of the exam room. As she shut the door behind her, we got one last look at Beth's startlingly exposed pudenda, her pink cunt lips glistening within their soft, hairy nest.

As the shaken drug salesman beat a hasty retreat from the office, I could hear my wife quietly but forcefully berating the doctor for permitting the intrusion. Beth's normally quiet demeanor could be deceiving; she was a tiger when given enough provocation. Now I could faintly hear the doctor apologizing, trying to explain that examining a woman is so routine for him, he sometimes forgets the importance of a patient's right to privacy. Soon the doctor exited the room, closing the door so quickly behind him that we only had a brief flash of bare flesh.

I was overcome with a feeling of enormous pride for my wife. She was quite capable of standing up for herself when she felt she was being treated shabbily. She was brave enough to go with the program here and walk in front of the men in the waiting room nearly nude. She was modest but not to the point of timidity. And she was proud enough of her body to be able to flaunt it openly in order to intimidate a leering male.

Despite the evidence to the contrary she had just given everyone in sight, she had balls!

I assumed that now her physical was over, but one more treat was in store for me and my comrades, my 'band of brothers'. I was starting to view the as faithful companions, since they stuck by me in the waiting room even after their own exams were finished. Those accompanied by wives or girlfriends would leave at the appropriate time; but those answering to no man, or woman, would linger indefinitely.

As if to reward them for their patience, here came the nurse again and stuck her head in Beth's door. "We need to get a chest x-ray and then we're done, Elizabeth. You can slip on your shoes if you want, and then I'll take you down the hall". She pulled the door closed for about 10 seconds to give her some privacy, and then opened it again, cheerily inquiring "Ready?"

Beth had one shoe on, and was daintily stepping into the second when the door opened. She was exposed to all in a particularly sexy pose; leaning slightly forward with her leg extended, working her bare foot into her shoe, her twin lovelies hanging down, her teats pointing at the floor.

Then, as the nurse held the door for her, she strode boldly thru it and into the waiting room, wearing only her shoes. She had forgotten her drape!

Apparently the upsetting incident with the salesman, the suddenness of the nurse's instructions, and just growing accustomed to having no clothes on resulted in Beth simply forgetting to cover up before appearing in public.

The result, of course, was that the waiting room crowd was treated to the 'Full Monty'. My 42 year old wife was wearing only her low-heeled black pumps as she paraded naked in front of us, tits wobbling and brown bush shamelessly displayed between her legs. As she turned and headed down the corridor, flashing her bare tushy at the roomful of men, the surprised nurse fell into step beside her.

It was an arresting sight to watch the two women walk down the hall side by side; the one naked except for her shoes, her buttocks wagging obscenely with each step; the other fully dressed in blue scrubs and sneakers, her attire highlighting the nudity of her companion.

They were halfway down the corridor when Beth suddenly stopped, her knees came together, and her ass cheeks clenched tight. She had just realized that she was totally bare. She leaned over and whispered hurriedly to the nurse, who must have said something like "we're almost there". Then they continued walking, Beth a little more hesitantly, crossing her arms in front of her chest to both hide and support her bouncing boobs, now acutely aware of her exposed state.

When they reached the x-ray cubicle at the end of the hallway the technician stepped out to meet them. Standing in front of the two women, his eyes widened at the sight of Beth wearing only her shoes, arms crossed over her full titties, her belly and muff open to his gaze. After feasting his eyes on her for a moment, he ushered her into the cubicle and had her stand facing the machine. This gave those of us in the waiting room that could see down the hall a side view of her. She was made to stand erect in her heels and press her big breasts against the x-ray plate. Her hands were placed on her bare hips and she hunched her shoulders forward for her pictures. The tech then pulled a heavy curtain across the opening, hiding her from view.

The x-ray was quickly taken, the curtain flung back, and the nurse immediately covered my unclad wife with a new drape. After whispering some instructions, the nurse left for other business, leaving Beth to return to her exam room unescorted.

Beth now walked alone down the corridor towards her waiting audience. She looked for all the world like a fashion model strutting down the runway. Her shoes clicked elegantly on the tiled floor as the white drape, complimenting her bare legs and shoulders, seemed like some daring new fashion. As she swung past the crowd in the waiting room and reached for the doorknob, one corner of the drape dropped down, exposing one beautiful breast and nipple.