Conjugal Visits

My wife was in her sixth month of pregnancy when she brought up the subject of sex at her doctor visit. "Do you think it is still safe to have sex, Dr. Nolan?" she asked our obstetrician.

I felt a little embarrassed that my wife would bring it up, but she had complained of some pain when we were fucking a couple of days before and I also wanted to hear the answer, or maybe I didn't. My wife had said no sex until she had a chance to talk with the doctor. I understood that there was going to be a time when she wouldn't be able to meet my sexual needs, but I just wasn't quite ready. My wife is a real dynamo in bed, her long red hair; big breasts, long thick dark pink nipples and tight wet pussy are enough to drive me wild. The though of going cold turkey on sex for the duration of her pregnancy was daunting to say the least. I had always been sexually charged, wanting sex as often as I could. The thought of going back to jerking off didn't really appeal to me much, but what other choice did I have.

Fiona Nolan looked at my wife and said, "Yes, there is really nothing to worry about. As long as it doesn't hurt or feel uncomfortable, you can be sexually active right up until your due date."

I was busy staring at our dear doctor's shapely legs, round firm ass covered up in a tight skirt, and the swell of her ample bosom confined in her tight labcoat and blouse. My horniness had become nearly insatiable today, especially since my wife had cut me off in the bed room for over a week. As I shamelessly ogled Dr. Nolan, fantasies abounded in my head involving her bent over the examination table behind her, her blonde hair tousling about as I rammed home. Fucking hell, this was getting bad.

"Well, that's the problem," my wife continued. "My husband is, well let's just say he is large, and it kind of hurt that last time that we had intercourse."

I could feel my face burning as Dr. Nolan looked up and met my eyes as she said, "Really, how large would you say he is?"

"I'm not sure," my wife said, slightly embarrassed. "I can't cover him with both hands when he is, well, you know, ready for action."

"Really?" the doctor asked. "I don't think that I've ever seen that before. Are you sure you're not maybe exaggerating a little bit?"

"Well, in this case than he is definitely not average sized," my wife said. "And I'm still a little concerned."

"Well, if that's the case, I can understand," the doctor replied. "Perhaps I should take a look."

The both looked over to me at that point as if I was just going to whip my pants down and show the good doctor. I was a little put off by the whole conversation, as they were talking about me like I wasn't even in the room.

It turns out that was exactly what my wife had in mind as she said, "Go on Jack, show her. You don't mind, do you?"