Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
Seema stared at the examination chair.
 
"Sit first," Dr. Anjali said gently.
 
"Then lie back and bring your legs up. One at a time. Rest your calves on the pads."
 
Seema sat.
 
The leather was warm.
 
She swung her legs up, one, then the other, and the moment her calves found the padded rests, her thighs simply gave way and fell open, and she understood at once that the chair had been engineered for exactly this.
 
The angle of the leg rests forced her knees apart, spread them wide and easy, no effort, no modesty, no pressing.
 
She lay back, and the ceiling chandelier swam above her, and she could not see anything beyond her own raised knees.
 
"Comfortable?"
 
"Yes," she said, and was surprised that it was true.
 
Dr. Anjali dragged a low stool to the foot of the chair, and Seema heard it scbang softly across the floor, and then she heard nothing, because the doctor was below her line of sight, sitting between her spread legs, looking.
 
Just looking.
 
Seema felt her face grow warm.
 
She had spread her legs for a doctor before, once, for the brisk woman, but that had been clinical, cold, over in ninety seconds.
 
This was different.
 
This was being seen.
 
"Your gown has ridden up," Dr. Anjali said, and Seema felt cool air on her stomach and the bare skin of her mound.
 
The hem had slipped back.
 
She reached down to tug it, but the doctor said, "Leave it. It's better this way."
 
And then there was a long silence, and Seema understood, somehow, that Dr. Anjali was admiring her.
 
She was.
 
Dr. Anjali sat with her elbows on her knees and simply looked at the thighs open before her, and it was a beautiful scene.