As you know from my last confession about wanting a threesome with my fiancé, something exciting happened yesterday evening. He called me and told me to shave it clean and be ready in an hour because he would pick me up. I thought we were going to have some fun, so I shaved my pussy and armpits smoothly, got all cleaned up, and wore red lingerie under my red salwar suit, expecting something intimate.
For some context, we both have jobs and live in a city far from our families, so meeting up is not as difficult as it often is in Indian arranged marriages.
He picked me up around 6 and gave me some roses, like he always brings something sweet when we meet. Then he drove the car toward a village-type area outside the city. I asked, “Where are we going, baby?” He said, “I know you are super shy, and I want to train you for that threesome. I will train you every day until you are ready, and then we will do it.” I felt instantly shy, but my pussy started getting wet. I asked, “How are you going to do it, baby?” He replied, “Just remember, you are getting super itchy down there. Nothing else.”
In a few minutes, we reached a clinic. It looked like a fairly big one for a village, not as fancy as city hospitals but good enough. I can say that because I originally come from a village too.
At the reception, the girl asked who the patient was. My fiancé said, “Hania, age 23,” and we got our details noted. We were there to see a gynecologist. I thought maybe he was getting me tested for STDs or something, but then I realized what he really wanted. There was a male gynecologist. I had never been checked by a male gyno before. It made me instantly so wet. I looked at my fiancé, and he winked, saying, “Get it checked properly.”
There was no crowd, so my turn came in just 5-7 minutes. When I went into his cabin, he asked me to lie on the examination bench. I did, and he started asking, “What happened, Hania?” I told him my vagina had been itching for a few days. Then I opened my salwar. I was feeling so shy but also incredibly excited. I felt safe knowing my fiancé was just outside.
The doctor told me to remove my salwar and panties. My red panty was already wet, and he stared at it while putting on medical gloves. Then he turned on a torch and looked closely at my pussy. As soon as he touched it for the first time, I got even wetter. For everyone’s information, I am a squirter, so my pussy leaks a lot when I am aroused. He examined me up close for 1-2 minutes, then asked, “Are you married?” I said no, but soon I will be. He asked if I was sexually active. It made me even shyer and wetter, and I admitted yes.
He smiled and said, “Make sure to use good quality condoms and lube, and pee after sex. You look normal. Maybe just a little infection. I am prescribing a cream to apply. You can use it as lube if needed too.” Then he rubbed my clit confidently while looking into my eyes. It took me to the next level. I smiled and said okay. I desperately wanted him to finger me right then, but he removed his hand and said, “If you do not get relief in 3-4 days, visit me around noon. In the evenings, there are too many patients. I cannot give you personal close observation.” It felt like an invitation to me.
I put my clothes back on and went out. As soon as I got in the car, I slipped my hand inside my salwar and panty and started fingering myself right in front of my fiancé while he drove and enjoyed the view. I came so fast because I was already dripping wet and horny. And since I am a squirter, my salwar got soaked from my cum.
He asked what happened in there, and I told him everything. We went to my room so I could change, then out for dinner. After that, he dropped me home and said, “We will fuck less now during your training. You need to crave it.”
It all feels like a dream to me. Even now, thinking about what happened yesterday, I cannot believe it was real. It feels like an erotic fantasy, but it actually happened. I am already wondering about today’s training and what he will make me do next.