Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
"There," Dr. Anjali said.
 
"Do you feel that?"
 
"Yes…"
 
"Good. That's the tissue stretching, not tearing.
 
Look how far it gives." She flexed her finger gently, up and down, testing the elasticity, and Seema gasped as the motion pushed the tip against a place inside her that sent a soft shock up through her belly.
 
"See? It's not frigidity. It's just, nobody has ever stretched it. It's like a door that's been painted shut. Nothing wrong with the door."
 
She worked the finger in slow circles, loosening, and Seema's breathing turned shallow.
 
The room had gone hazy and warm.
 
The chandelier above her was a smear of gold.
 
She could feel wetness gathering, not just the gel, but her own, slick and warm, easing the glide of the doctor's finger.
 
And she was mortified and thrilled in equal measure, because the brisk woman from before had never once made her wet.
 
"You can be healed Seema, I can assure you. But it takes some time." Dr. Anjali said.
 
She is moving her finger in side Seema’s pussy,
 
 
"Still no pain?"
 
"No. Just, full."
 
"That's right. That's exactly right." Dr. Anjali moved her finger, feeling the inside.
 
And the hymenal ring spread around her finger like a tiny flower forced gently wide, and Seema heard herself moan, small and startled.
 
"There. Look at that. It's taking my finger easily now. Whoever told you that you were frigid never even tried."
 
Seema laughed, shaky, and a tear slid sideways into her ear.
 
Dr. Anjali worked her slowly, finger curling forward now, stroking along the front wall, and every pass lit something bright and sparking behind Seema's navel.
 
Her clitoris, which had never been anything but a vague rumor in her own body, had swollen under the hood and stood out pink and proud, and Dr. Anjali noticed, because of course she noticed.