The story I want to tell may not seem interesting to everyone, and I’m not counting on everyone. Let it be those people who are able to notice the spark in their perception of the world.

It all started with trouble, in the summer, while working at the dacha, I lifted something and hurt my back. I thought everything would pass quickly, but the pain did not stop, and on the contrary, it began to intensify. Weekend over, you had to go to work. My wife persuaded me to take the sick-list, but I refused. By the end of the working day, she came to work with me an hour before the end of the day. I had to go to the manualist, who was advised to my wife by our friend. She assured that everything will pass after the first session. On the way, my wife explained that it was a small medical center. I was recorded last. When we were on the spot, to be honest, I was worried. Something was bothering me, I could not imagine what methods could save me from such pain in less than an hour. For a while we wandered around the almost empty building, searching for the necessary office. The man we saw was very different from my presentation of a manualist from China. It was quite a Russian of small stature, but firmly built peasants. He met us so warmly that it seemed we had known each other for many years. He showed me where to undress, and he began to spread a sheet on the couch. Because of the screen, I heard my wife trying to say goodbye and leave to wait for me in the corridor. But the little ones invited her to sit down here and see what his massage technique was. As he said, often patients come to him not alone, as women are afraid of, so he got used to the observers. Natalia, that is the name of my spouse, happily agreed to be a witness to my treatment. I didn’t like it very much, because I didn’t know what this type was going to do with me. The strong smell of women's perfumery, in the dressing area, said that women are not rare here. It became interesting to me that at such moments women feel in my place.

I was overwhelmed with discomfort, I do not often visit doctors. Coming out from behind the screen, I thought about how many women a day hear in this office the offer to undress, how they blush, coming out from behind the screen. I wonder if a woman needs to take off the top of her underwear at once, whether it comes out in a sheet, or only in panties. The person who performed the treatment looked more like a sorcerer than a medic.

Despite all my doubts, after fifteen minutes I stopped feeling pain in my back. Perhaps it just seemed to be compared with the very painful effects of his hands, sometimes I had great difficulty restraining the cry. It seemed that the bones all crackled, the muscles are torn and all insides are about to squeeze out.

I remembered the women again. When I looked at Natalia: Mentally, I imagined myself in her place, and her in my own: I suddenly wondered what it was like for a peasant to look at an almost naked spouse tormented by a foreign man. During the process, the healer did not stop telling stories from the practice. One way or another, but he tried to convince us that it is necessary to visit a manualist every six months, and not when he presses this way. I was completely agree with him. I had a few more treatments. When the session was over, I felt an extraordinary lightness in my whole body. Peasant really worked wonders. He once again looked at my back. There was nothing serious. He showed something to Natalia, explaining how it should ideally be. Kat, between words, he said that she should come with me for a session, he thought he was in a bad posture. I was already behind the screen and dressed during their conversation.Offer to take off her blouse and carry out a preliminary inspection, as if shook me. I began to peer into the gap, between the doors of the screen. Natalia, clearly embarrassed by such a proposal, looked toward the screen. It seemed to me that she wanted to find out if I did not mind. I was seized by a strange desire to see her on this couch.

Undress, undress, I shouted from behind the screen, while I myself was first afraid of my words. I will leave now, I added, to get rid of the painful silence of irresponsibility. He himself began to dress more slowly and did not tear himself away from the gap. Natalia has turned red. She turned her back to the healer, arms folded in front of her, took hold of the corners of her tight-fitting blouse and pulled her up. She was always very kind to the choice of underwear, so now she was even glad to have the opportunity to show off in front of a stranger, rarely have to show herself to someone other than her own husband. I, having a little admired such a thrilling spectacle through the screen, dressed and left. I was asked to sit on a chair while the healer examines Natasha. She stood with her back as straight as possible and, at the request of the doctor, performed various body manipulations. He also drove his fingers along her spine, sometimes pressing and feeling something. It was interesting to watch the action from the side. When a person is a master of his craft, it is always interesting to watch him, and when his wife’s body is slightly covered by your wife, it attracts attention. I suddenly realized that his background until this moment is mumbling, these are comments from the process. It became a little uncomfortable, because he tried to tell me something, and I plunged into my fantasies. Now I listened attentively to everything he said. Actually, he only pronounced the names of the muscles and reported their condition. Periodically, he asked his patient to accept this or that position. The way he set her upset both my spouse and myself. Not that these were too obscene poses, it’s just the process itself was non-standard. Though a doctor, but still a man feels about a woman in the presence of her husband, and asks her to bend and bend in every possible way. While he was examining his back, I still calmed myself, but the principle of his method was that during the session he did not disregard a single muscle, even if it did not disturb the patient. I understood that he was about to ask my wife to turn around. If she had been preparing for such an inspection, then, of course, she would have put on closed clothes, more like clothes for sports. Now she was so open bra that the lace line ran over the very protrusion of the nipples. I really liked when Natalia wore such underwear. The chest was raised high, and every movement opened a pink halo to the eye, and sometimes the nipple itself. I sat behind the spinal doctor, just to the right of him. During the inspection, he repeatedly asked Natalia to raise her arms up, and I never noticed that she would straighten the bra after some gestures. I stopped at every word of the doctor, waited for him to ask her to turn around, but this phrase still seemed to hit me. Turn around, please, he said. The movements of my wife seemed to me in slow motion footage. There was a pulse in his temples, everything was squeezed inside and his face was hot. Surely, many of you have been in situations that caused such sensations. Very exciting and exciting feeling. On the one hand, jealousy, shame, some kind of incomprehensible greed, as if he was going to take advantage of it. At the same time, the desire to propose to postpone the inspection for another time, but on the other hand, somewhere in the depths, the thought that Now I will witness something unusual. Attempting to reassure myself that this is just a doctor and this is a standard situation for him did not yield any results. When she turned around, I noticed that the doctor was distracted for a while, he was examining my wife, just like me.We looked at the woman, agitated by the situation, her breathing increased. With each breath, the chest rose. From this, the already conspicuous outline of the halo, more and more opened. She was clearly agitated, the skin around her nipples acquired a characteristic, darker, ...