Day 3 is a doctors appointment

Jameson woke to Clarrie running her hands up and down his cock. He started rubbing his hands over his wife.

“Morning,” Clarrie cooed and then sighed, “As much as I want to have fun, we have a doctor’s appointment in an hour. They will want a piss test so hold it buddy!”

“Doctor?” Jameson asked.

“Yeah, for the company health insurance policy,” Clarrie ran her hands throw his hair, “We are going to get coverage, but they still need to do the full work over to check for everything.”

“Fun,” Jameson groaned, “Getting poked with needles.”

Clarrie got up and turned on the TV they had put in the bed room. She watched for a second and sighed.

“What?” Jameson said looking for his watch.

“Looks like they run a news and morning exercise show on the channel,” Clarrie pointed, “Looks like we are due for a sunny day. I wonder if they have a local component to the broadcast?”

Jameson hugged his wife and looked at the screen. In the upper left quarter was a set with a news caster and the other section was a bunch of woman on spin cycles in their spandex leotards. At the bottom of the screen was a ticker of news headlines.

“Come on,” Clarrie said turning off the TV, “Let get dressed and moving. We will have brunch after the appointment and if you are well behaved we can check out that sex shop.”

“I’m always well behaved,” Jameson said with a mock pained toned.

*

Jameson sat on the bench in little more than a paper shower curtain. So far they had done just about every test but check his ass or “turn your head and cough.” Piss in a bottle, blood work, x-rays, all of it. He heard the clicking of heels and wondered if this was going to be another nurse. The black woman who walked in might have been out of a 90’s Sitcom. Tall, thin, feminine, short and curly hair and four inch heels.

“Crawford, Jameson?” She started and then confirmed his date of birth and social security number, “Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Looks like we are giving you the full Monty today,” she said opening his folder, “My Name is Doctor Kombi. Let’s see here, initial intake physical for insurance…Memos of requirements, Records of vaccinations…”

“Yeah I think you got everything,” Jameson quipped.

“Not quite yet,” the doctor smiled, “Nice try. Please turn and look at the wall. This will be a little cold. Breath in, breath out, hold it, Breath in, hold it, breath out…”

The doctor listened to his chest with her stethoscope and then made a few notes in the charts. She stood back and smiled.

“Now Mister Crawford,” she said calmly, “I don’t want a debate but before we continue I want you to know that I specialize in reproductive health so I have seen everything before. I am sure you are well away of the whole procedure of ‘turn your head and cough’. Are we going to be professionals about this?”

“Sure…” Jameson said uneasy.

The doctor snapped on white rubber gloves that contrasted with her dark skin. Returning she moved the hospital gown out of the way and looked him in the eyes as she placed her hand next to his dick.

“Now turn your head and cough,” she smiled, “other way and again. Now that wasn’t so hard.”

The doctor spun on her heels and went back to the chart.

“There are still two things left,” the doctor said as she pulled off the gloves, disposed of them and then went into a cabinet, “When we are done here you need to have a hearing test. But before that… Have you had your LIC vaccination?”

“Not that I know of?” Jameson answered.

“Not surprised,” She said looking in the drawer, “It is fairly new. Did you know STIs can cause cancer? That is why you and your wife got HPV vaccinations. Protects against the uterus cancer causing Pamplona virus. This one reduced the risks of Testicular and Prostate Cancer.”

“Well I don’t want those now do I,” Jameson quipped.

“No you don’t,” the doctor smile as she pulled out a fair sized bottle and a big syringe, “I am going to give you the initial and at the front desk they will give you purple pills, take them three times a day for thirty days.”

“I am having second thoughts,” Jameson said eyeing the needle.

“So you want to risk prostate cancer?” the Doctor smirked.

“Touché,” Jameson said.

“Now bend over the exam table,” the doctor said.

Jameson heard the gloves snap on, then the cold **** wipe. Finally he felt a prick and then started to feel a bit light headed.

“Now put your cloths on and report to the hearing lab across the hall,” the doctored ordered.

“Yes,” Jameson said faintly as a strange sensation swept over him.

Jameson followed the orders and went to the waiting nurse who smiled at him. She sat in in a both and put a headset on him before sitting him down.

“Now this will check sight and sound,” the nurse said, “In your left hand is a remote and in your right is a remote. When you see or hear a command hit the remote indicated. First there will be some calibrations.”

Jameson was bombarded with flashing lights and tones… Then suddenly he woke to the woman tapping his shoulder.

“Really sucks you in,” the woman smiled, “Just head up front.”

“Sure,” Jameson found himself agreeing with the woman.

*

Brunch at the restaurant was a haze, Jameson had let Clarrie order for him and listened to her talk but couldn’t remember anything she had said. Clarrie drove them to the parking lot of Coils of Love. Jameson followed Clarrie into the free stand store building. Once they walked in they were enveloped in a perfume smell that added to Jameson’s light head. Clarrie stopped and looked at the inner door in front of them. It had a full length mirror that reflected her and her husband’s image. Jameson looked over her should and they looked like a two headed woman. Both husband and wife were about five foot eight, and had lean bodies. Jameson did weight more than his wife, but that was because he was mostly muscle but he did tend to get picked on at the welding shops he worked at for his lean runner’s body and how close it resembled a girly body.

“We look so pretty together,” Clarrie mused.

“Yes, pretty,” Jameson agreed absently.

Both had fair skin, Clarrie had blue eyes and red hair in a short bob cut while Jameson had short brown hair and brown eyes.

Clarrie reached back and took Jameson’s hand and led him into the store. As soon as they walked in there was a mannequin. It was a woman with a pink wig, a pink lace baby doll, pink shiny arm long gloves, a set of pink thigh highs, and a pink leather booty short with a massive pink dildo sticking out.

“This must be the lesbian fantasy,” Clarrie chuckled.

“Actually,” a woman’s voice spoke up, “This is for straight couples. Real men who are confident in their sexuality have no problem getting pegged by a woman. I am sure you are a real man, so you would love your wife to peg you with a strapon.”

The couple looked the sales woman up and down, Hispanic, blonde shoulder length hair, pink sweater dress, black shiny leggings, and black calf boots.

“Hi,” she held out a hand, “My name is Rita, I am the owner.”

“I’m Clarrie and this is my husband Jameson,” Clarrie shook the hand, “We just moved here and go some gift cards as welcoming gifts.”

“Sapphire lane?” Rita smiled, “They are my best customers. Well I should let you know that since this is your first time here, any purchase you make gets you a welcome to the village gift box and if you use a gift card you get two.”

“What’s in the box?” Jameson asked trying hard to focus on the conversation.

“I randomly toss stuff in them and then seal them up,” Rita admitted, “So it is a surprise.”

“Ok,” Clarrie smiled, “Lets look around then.

“Ok, over there is our media, here is our outfits, then toys and furniture and the register is in back next to the exit,” Rita explained the layout.

Clarrie and Jameson looked back at the entry door and noticed there was no handle. Clarrie lead Jameson over to the media to start. The titles were things like “How to make a girl squirt,” “Lesbian fantasies of straight women,” “Loving a bend over marriage,” and “Dominatrix Wife; serving her majesty.” There were books, DVDs, audio CDs, magazines, and even Blu-rays. Clarrie grabbed a CD and led Jameson into the clothing. Most of it was women’s sexy wear, lace, satin, silk, leather, vinyl, even rubber, but some of it was made for men to be sexy men, sexy slaves, sexy pets or sexy women. One mannequin grabbed their attention. It was a male dummy complete with beard shadow on the face but it looked entirely feminine in its lilac long wig, pink **** collar, pink and black shiny French maid dress, pink are gloves, black and pink wrist cuffs, pink stockings and black heeled boots with pink ankle cuffs.

“Oh, our Fiffy,” Rita walked over smiling proudly, “We custom make it as a set upstairs. It is a favorite for couples to play around with.”

“Couples?” Clarrie asked.

“The power exchange fantasy,” Rita said, “The woman in charge and the man in the subservient submissive ‘feminine’ role obeying their wife. Doing the house work, pleasing her.”

“Pleasing her?” Jameson asked.

“What woman doesn’t want a well-trained tongue under their skirt?” Rita smiled, “I am sure you doing the house work on the weekend after the week would make her feel better.”

Clarrie led Jameson throw the toys and looked at all manors of stimulators, vibrators, restraints, insertables and whackables. She stopped and looked at sets of pink leather restraints a few times. Both Clarrie and Jameson stopped and looked at furry animal tails mounted to butt plugs. Clarrie grabbed a small pink butt plug in a clear plastic wrapper. Making their way to the register they passed every manor of chair, sling, bed and bench that they could imagine.

“Did you want some lube that will be friendly to your toy?” Rita asked.

“Yes,” Clarrie said getting a gift card from her purse.

“Are you going to wear that when we get home?” Jameson asked with a dopey smile.

“No babe,” Clarrie kissed her husband, “You are. Like Rita said men who are secure in their masculinity have no problem when their wives play with their asses.”

Rita rang them up then grabbed a pair of two foot by two foot by two boxes and handed them and the small bag to the couple.

“Please come back soon!” Rita smiled.

*

“Give me your phone,” Clarrie demanded as soon as they came inside.

Jameson handed over the devise and went to sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen. He turned on the TV on the kitchen counter and watched to woman blather on as she demonstrated making beds. For some reason he just couldn’t focus today, but for some reason he only kept thinking that Clarrie would deal with it.

*

“Hay Honey,” Clarrie took off an ear bud and kissed Jameson.

“Wha?” Jameson was confused.

It was dark outside. Hadn’t it just been like two in the afternoon?

“You seemed so relaxed with the self-help CD I got you watching TV,” Clarrie rubbed his cheek, “I didn’t want to disturb you. I know you have been working hard last few days. I got us pizza for dinner.”

“Ok dear,” Jameson smiled.

*

During diner Clarrie asked Jameson how he liked the CD on his phone. Jameson couldn’t remember and asked what it was.

“Awakening the Male Lesbian, How to improve your boys tongue skills,” Clarrie snickered, “And I want to test it tonight. After dinner let’s see what our gift boxes have.”

*

Clarrie sat on the bed and looked at the two boxes and handed the pink one to Jameson pointed to the male emblem on it.

“Lets see what you got,” Clarrie smiled.

Jameson opened the box and found a number of panties, but as Jameson pulled them out they were different. The pink high wasted panties had a bulging pocket for a cock and balls.

“Mhhhh,” Clarrie smiled, “I think you need to try those on…”

“Yes Dear,” Jameson murmured as he started stripping.

Clarrie bit her lip as she watched. When Jameson was completely naked she picked out a pair of panties, these ones had a vinyl coating on them.

“Step into them and lay across my lap,” Clarrie ordered, “Butt up boy.”

He complied without question. As he laid there he heard the snap of rubber gloves. He then felt a plop of gel land on his butt hole. Soon a finger was probing his bottom.

“Good boy let their wives play with their butts,” Clarrie repeated.

“Yes dear,” Jameson agreed.

“Ask me to put the plug in,” Clarrie asked.

“Please dear,” Jameson begged, “Put the plug in me so I am a real man.”

Clarrie pushed the butt plug into his ass and Jameson let out a blissful moan. There was another set of snaps of rubber gloves.

“Ok stand up,” Clarrie ordered.

Jameson obeyed and Clarrie pulled up his panties stuffing his manhood into bulge.

“Now let’s see what I got?” Clarrie purred opening her box, “A Corset Strapon harness? Well I think I can wait to try it out. Come on babe, show me what you learned…”

Jameson went to work taking off his wife’s pants and panties before licking her to heaven…