Exposing Amy - Sex Stories

Exposing Amy

This all started one day when my wife was sat on a bar stool. We were having lunch in a pub and my wife Amy decided she needed to go to the toilet. As she spun around her dress seemed to catch and as she lowered herself from the stool her dress rose up her thighs. The lads sat down across from us had a clear view up her skirt and they can't but have seen her panties. This innocuous incident changed our lives. Amy was really seriously embarrassed, and anyone else would have thought that she was really overreacting. That is anyone but me. The thought that other men had seen up my wife's skirt made me boil with anger and jealousy. That's right, just someone seeing up her skirt. Not seeing her naked, not fucking her, just seeing her was enough. Later that night we talked about the incident, and to cut a long story short, it transpired that after 10 years of marriage, we had only now found out, that we shared the same irrational fear. Amy being seen by another man and me knowing another man had seen her was the basis for a joint phobia, psychosis, mania or paranoia or whatever else a shrink would label it as. For the next year or so we managed to control our lives around this. For example, we had always taken sightseeing type holidays before, but now our aversion to sun and beach type holidays had a name, we now understood why we were both so against them. Lately this control and management had collapsed. We are a 34 year old couple. I am quite tall 5' 11", reasonably good looking ...

... and quite athletic. Amy is 5' 6" bleach blonde hair, slim figure natural 34c breasts and would quite reasonably be said to be very attractive. In fact we would like to think we are an attractive, fit healthy couple. So why this phobia and obsession? We couldn't fathom. Amy had been having trouble with her 'lady bits' which had started to worsen. She made an appointment with the gynaecologist clinic. She always saw a woman Doctor (and even being in a state of undress with a woman caused her anxiety.) On the day of the appointment I accompanied her to the clinic. I went and sat down as Amy checked in and spoke to the receptionist. After a moment or so Amy stared at me, the look of horror on her face was startling. I rushed up to Amy and asked what was wrong. "The usual obgyn is not here, the only one on duty is a man." I was dumbfounded. "He says the way my condition sounds, I need to been seen straight away and any delay may prove serious." "Paul, what the hell am I going to do?" I could not believe my own voice when I said. "For your wellbeing and safety we must do anything and endure anything. We can't risk your health you must do it." Just then a Doctor Willis came out of an examination room and approached us. "Ah Mrs Barnes, are you ready? Come this way." It would be one thing knowing you wife had been in a room with a man you never saw, but to stand here and look at the very man, who was about to take my wife in a room and do whatever it is they do, was surreal. You have ...