In preparation for her final exam in nursing school, my wife had to learn to give a patient a complete physical. She'd been studying nonstop.

A few days before the exam she asked me to help her by being her “patient.”

First she checked my head, looking into my eyes and ears. She had me move my tongue around — up and down, side to side, and in circles.Next she asked me to remove my shirt so she could check my heart and other internal organs. I lay down on the bed, and she leaned over me with the stethoscope, which she had thoughtfully warmed by rubbing it between her hands. She gently probed my stomach and abdomen, feeling for the spleen. I enjoyed her warm hands on my chest and looked longingly at the breasts that showed through her white turtleneck.

For the next part of the exam she asked me to remove my pants. Once I wriggled out of my jeans she started at my feet, checking the flexibility of my ankles and doing various reflex tests. Her hands were soft on my legs, and I grew excited as she came closer to my midsection.To check for a hernia, she slipped her hands inside my boxer shorts. She'd been looking at her chart, and when she turned back she could see that something was stirring. My cock had started to emerge from the front of my boxers, the rapidly hardening tip slipping through the opening.

“Oh,” she said with a smile, “look what we have here. I see we have a case of overexcited cock.” Taking the object of her gaze firmly into her right hand, she sent a shudder through my body.

“Well,” she said with professional aplomb, “I might as well do the testicular exam, since you've been so good as to move this out of the way.” Without removing her right hand from my cock, she gently felt around my hard, tight balls with the left. The hand on my staff casually began to slide up and down, while the other hand massaged my balls.

“No problem there,” she reported, “but I still have to check your prostate. Could you remove your shorts and get on all fours, please?”

I removed the boxers and assumed the requested position. She placed a plastic glove on one hand, dipped a finger in some lubricating jelly, and began to feel around. With the other hand she continued to stroke my cock, which was now reaching a critical mass.

“I've found the prostate,” she said in triumph. She gently explored within my rectum while her other hand quickened its stroke. At this point I was moaning.

“Is something the matter?” she asked nonchalantly. I couldn't answer. I came as she milked every last drop of semen from my engorged cock.

“Well, that completes your physical,” she said with pride. “Now it's my turn. Just follow my instructions.”Removing her skirt and panties, she stretched out on the bed. With her long legs spread wide she instructed me to begin the examination of her genitalia — with my tongue. Somehow I don't think either of these exams will be on her final.