Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
The gentle pressure spreading outward, the impossible intimacy of being entered while someone watched from below.
 
Dr. Anjali pushed in until her knuckle met the outer lips, and then she stopped, finger fully seated, and held it there.
 
Seema's thighs were trembling openly now, and she did not know why, because nothing hurt.
 
It was the fullness, maybe.
 
The awareness.
 
The fact that she could feel the pulse in her own walls wrapping around the doctor's finger, alive and greedy in a way she had never imagined herself capable of.
 
 
 
Seema felt her pussy lips stretch around the knuckle, felt the fullness deepen and spread until it bordered on a stretch that was almost sweetly painful.
 
She bit her lip.
 
"Breathe out."
 
She breathed out.
 
The finger slid past the ring, then met the hymen, and the resistance was real, a firm taut pull, and Dr. Anjali paused there and let it stretch, slow and patient, counting under her breath.
 
Seema's heels dug into the padded rests.
 
Her thighs, those long, full, dancer's thighs, had fallen so wide that she could feel the cool air all the way up to her hips.
 
And she understood that if she looked down past her knees she would see the doctor's dark head between them, close and intent.
 
"One finger, you are trembling. You have fear, and your virginal canal is little small. It needs to be stretched." Dr. Anjali said, her voice calm, almost conversational.
 
"That's the ring. It stretches like a rubber band. Now the hymen."
 
She withdrew almost entirely, then slid back in, angling slightly upward, and Seema felt the difference at once, a thin resistance, a faint catch, as though a small elastic band inside her had hooked onto the fingertip and stretched, and stretched, and did not break.
 
It was a sensation of stretching rather than tearing, a slow give, and Seema found herself arching her back into it without meaning to, chasing the strange delicious pull.