This happened last summer and left in my memory a lot of pleasant impressions and experiences. And it was like this ... My young wife returned home on a warm July evening and, having shook a piece of paper in front of my nose, said that she was in the district clinic and she was sent for an ultrasound. Ultrasound of the pelvic organs - that's how it was written in this piece of paper. What is this ultrasound I presented very vaguely, my Lenka too - the examination was such, she explained and asked me to go with her for moral support. I reluctantly agreed, because she was appointed

at 10 in the morning and the prospect of getting up early and dragging through half the city did not inspire me. But what to do, I agreed.

On the appointed day we woke up, had a quick breakfast and went by tram to the medical center, where the ultrasound did. This center was located on the first floor of a regular five-story building and resembled an ordinary polyclinic. We entered, found out in the reception of an elderly angry aunt the cabinet number and went to him. The office was located at the end of the corridor and a middle-aged woman was already sitting next to it. We sat down beside him and Lenka whispered to me in confidence that she wanted terribly to pee, but it was impossible, since the examination was carried out on a full bladder.

Soon the door opened, and a young man, about 22-23 years old, in a green surgical suit, leaned out of the office. He was wearing glasses and resembled a round high school student who, for some reason, was dressed in a medical uniform.

- Who is next? - he asked.

The woman who was sitting next to us rose and entered the office.

- Oh, I'm afraid - Lenka whispered - Come in with me, okay?

I shrugged:

- Will they be allowed?

- They will, probably. What do they care?

After 10 minutes, the door reopened and that woman came out. Following her, the guy in the green uniform reappeared, looked at us and asked:

- Who is next?

Lena rose timidly. The guy looked at her with interest, took the direction from her, glanced at him and made an inviting gesture towards the office.

The wife turned on me, fear in her eyes, and followed the guy. I also got up and entered the office after Lenka. Twilight reigned in the office. To the right of the door, closer to the far corner, the monitor of the strange device flickered. Near the monitor there was a wide couch covered with gray paper tape. To the left of the couch was a desk on which stood a regular computer with a screen saver on the screen. It smelled of coffee and cigarette smoke. This was the first impression. The next moment I noticed that there was another person in the room. It was a tight red-haired man of 32-35 years old, dressed, like the first, in a green suit, over which a white robe was thrown over. He was sitting on a rotating chair near the device, which, probably, was an ultrasound and looked at me curiously.

“You'd better wait outside,” he finally said.

- Can he stay? This is my husband - plaintively asked Lenka.

Red looked at her, then at his partner, and said mockingly:

- Well, let it remain, if you so want.

Then he took Lenkino direction and began to read aloud:

- So ... Elena Loginova, 20 years old ... - he looked at my wife and then looked at me again:

- Yes, you sit down, what are you worth? There is a chair ... - and again plunged into reading.

I sat down. I was even dizzy with excitement. Immediately two men in the office! What will they be interested in doing with her? Probably inspect? A sweet lump rolled up to my throat and for some reason my knees shook slightly. Meanwhile, Redhead finished reading and looked up at Lenka:

- You were told that the examination is performed on a full bladder? Did you drink water?

Lenka nodded affirmatively.

- How many? - Red asked.

- Three glasses - almost whispered spouse.

- Good.Come here and lie down on the couch, but it’s bolder that you are so scared, we don’t bite and it won’t hurt, I promise - the Red Doctor unexpectedly switched to YOU, looking merrily at Lenka. Lena timidly went to the couch, sat on it, and then lay down, taking off her shoes. The second, a guy with glasses, also went to the couch and stood behind Red, with a pronounced interest looking at his wife. Lenka lay all crimson and unblinkingly stared at the ceiling. Auburn pressed some buttons on his machine and said:

- So ... very good ... now barely tummy and unbutton jeans.

Lenka nervously undid the buttons of her pants and pulled up a blouse on her stomach. The redhead looked at her, then with his hand he pushed the blouse even higher, almost to his breasts, and pushed the edge of his jeans lower, so that the Lenkin yellow shorts with the painted cherry became visible. Lenka was full of paint. I felt that my face was burning too, and something was moving in my pants. The bespectacled at the same time without looking up, openly looked at Lenka from head to toe. Redhead squeezed some transparent gel onto Lenkin's belly and, staring at the monitor, began to carry some thing on his wife's belly. Then he went down a little lower to the very edge of the Lenkin panty, smearing them slightly with gel, and pushed them down a bit. At the same time, I saw how the Lenkin pubic hairs became visible, just a little. Redhead turned away from his monitor and glanced at Lenka:

- Everything is good? Do not hurt? - he grinned tenaciously looking at his wife.

The bespectacled man was also looking at her.

- No, it does not hurt - trying to smile quietly said Lenka.

- Well, well ... now come on, he said, standing up and giving place to a guy with glasses. He sat in his place and also began to crawl the sensor on her stomach somewhere near the pubis. After 5 minutes Red said:

- Well, that's enough for now. Now go to the toilet and then we look again at the empty bladder. Toilet on the corridor to the right. There you can and wash. Lenka got up from the couch, quickly fastened her pants, straightened her blouse and sighed with relief, jumped out of the office. I remained seated on a chair. Redhead looked at me:

- Well, how? - He asked with a grin - Like?

“Nothing ...” I shrugged vaguely.

Redhead turned away from me and sprawled in his chair. The bespectacled, told him something in a half-voice, leaning over his shoulder. Minutes went painfully slow, I felt somehow embarrassed and I already wanted to go to the corridor, as Lenka returned.

- Well, lie down, repeat the procedure - said Redhead, again looking at my wife from head to toe. And Lenka was really very attractive. Low, thin, dark blond hair below the shoulders, pretty muzzle with a snub nose and green eyes. A rather large chest was sticking out from under a beige blouse. Such all young and innocent cheeks of crimson from modesty. Lenka climbed onto the couch again and began to lift her blouse, as Redhead suddenly said:

- No, do not expose the stomach ... Now take off your jeans and panties, I will see you through the vagina. Almost like a gynecologist. Have you ever been to a gynecologist? - He asked, looking merrily at Lenka. The wife nodded affirmatively and flushed. Her cheeks became red like a ripe watermelon. She looked at me inquiringly. I began to carefully study my nails and watches. Ooh, it seemed to me that another second and I explode with excitement. My first time in my life, Lenka will be seen by two outside peasants, moreover, they will see her most intimate places that no one else has seen except me. From this thought alone, my friend immediately rose and, to my horror, I realized that in a moment the discharge would come. That will be a shame! In order to distract myself, I began to add three-digit numbers in my mind, though without success. Meanwhile, Redhead, seeing the embarrassment of my wife, probably thought that she did not know where to put things. He pointed to a chair in the corner and said:

- You can get naked there.

Lenka barefoot went past the corner of the room and, turning her back, slowly pulled off her jeans, gently folded them and hung them on the back of the chair. Then, just as slowly took off her panties and put them next to jeans. I stared at her. Redhead with a student, too, probably watched in secret. Then Lena turned and, looking somewhere in the ceiling, without panties went through the half-room to the couch. The three of us involuntarily stared at her little neat triangle of slightly curly dark hairs. Lenka went to the couch and lay on her back. The redhead took out a paralon roller from somewhere and turned to his wife.

- Come on, Lena, we put it under the waist.

Lenka raised her ass, so that it was more convenient for Redhead to slip this roller and then lay on it. In this case, her pelvis was like a higher.

“So ... great,” Red said, “now bend your knees and spread them out.”

Lena spread her knees and I saw her lips slightly open, revealing her delicious pink flesh. My little friend again made a fighting stance and began to aggressively signal me that he was about to be discharged right into his pants. I was thrown in the heat, then in the cold. A student stood behind Red and frankly looked at my wife's pussy. It seemed to me that his green surgical pants, too, began to bulge at a certain place. Meanwhile, Red put on rubber gloves, picked up some sort of gizmo that looked like a small tube of toothpaste and squeezed a little gel onto it. Then he thought, squeezed a drop of gel on his index finger, packed in a glove and ... ran this finger between the lips of my beloved bottom up. I saw how her slit was moving apart in the direction of movement of this finger, as if covering it, and at the same time becoming wet. Then Redhead, with a confident movement, spread the Lenkin legs even wider, he opened his large and small lips with his index finger and the thumb of his left hand, and with his right hand gently inserted a sensor into it and began to move it in Lenkin's pussy back and forth, looking at the monitor. It was already above my strength and my friend. The threshold of patience was instantly overcome and I violently finished right in the pants. Then I got up from the chair and, having quickly left the office, almost ran to the side of the toilet. This has never happened to me !!! I don’t remember how long I was in the toilet, washing my face and recovering from what I saw ... When I finally crawled out of there, I saw the office door open and a crimson but smiling Lenka came out of it. We politely said goodbye to the doctor and student:

- Come again - Redhead said affably

- By all means - we assured him and walked to the exit.

- Didn't it hurt you? - I asked my wife on the street.

“No,” she answered simply, and smiled.

We didn’t talk about this anymore. But so far, with just one memory of this little adventure, I have to add three-digit numbers in my mind to calm my little friend.