A Keen Sense of Obligation Pt. 02

It had been 3 years since my wife Priya had volunteered to be the female anatomy model for my medical school group with Dr. Jones. I was now about to complete my final, fourth year of medical school and would be starting my internship in July. Priya had finished her undergraduate degree earlier and was in her second year of law school.

As I was about to head home from the hospital one evening, I ran into Dr. Jones.

"Hi Vikram, how are you doing? A few more days and you will officially be Dr. Vikram."

"Hi Dr. Jones. I am doing great. Excited to graduate," I replied.

"Do you have any plans for the break between graduation and starting your internship?"

"Nothing definitive, Dr. Jones. Probably go visit family and relax."

"I may have an opportunity for you. I would like you and Priya to come over to my home for dinner and we can talk about it."

When I got home, I told my wife Priya about the invitation. She was excited to hear about the proposal. So that evening, we got dressed up and went over to Dr. Jones' home.

Dr. Jones was a lifelong bachelor, who had come from old money. He lived in a large home, and actually had a household staff that did all the cooking and cleaning.

We sat down to a scrumptious meal, and then afterwards retired to the drawing room.

Dr. Jones told us how his nephew was a missionary in Ghana for the past several years. Every year, Dr. Jones would go visit and run a medical clinic. He would spend 3 weeks treating all kinds of medical problems and giving vitamins and supplements to help people with their health.

He explained that he would take along a newly graduated medical doctor to get some interesting experience before the business of internship.

He asked if I and Priya would like to join him.

"We would love to, Dr. Jones," my wife Priya piped up.

"We had been wondering about our plans, but this seems like it will be a lot of fun and we can help people."

Dr. Jones mentioned that he was glad that Priya was coming since his nephew had married last year and his wife would be happy to see another woman from the United States.

This was how two days after graduation, Priya and I found ourselves on a flight with Dr. Jones heading to Ghana. We landed at Kotaka International Airport, and then took a small propellor driven aircraft out into the countryside.There was a second plane following us, loaded with Dr. Jones' medical supplies. After a couple of hours, both planes landed at a small dirt runway.

We saw Dr. Jones' nephew Tom and his wife Nancy.

Nancy ran up to Priya and began excitedly talking with her. Tom ran to Dr. Jones and greeted his uncle with a big hug. He then turned to me. "Carry the suitcase for my uncle, " he instructed.

Then he turned to his uncle. "I thought you always brought another doctor with you?"

"I did. This is Dr. Vikram. He is one of the best students I ever had."

Tom blushed. "Sorry, I assumed..." he stammered, finding no way to complete the sentence without sounding even more awful.

"It's ok, Tom, we all make mistakes, " I said as I held out my hand. He shook it firmly with a big smile returning to his face.

Tom was 21 years old, and tall and thin with wavy red hair and a big red beard. His wife Nancy, was 19 years old. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was tall and athletically built, with a very beautiful smile.

We disembarked and took the supplies into the church, which would serve as our medical clinic. It was a one room building with electric lighting powered by a gas generator. Dr. Jones had brought enough fuel to power the generator for the entire time we would be here.

Nancy and Priya really hit it off and quickly became good friends. Nancy had grown up in a very conservative, rural household and had married Tom after she had graduated high school. She really looked up to Priya and was in awe of her studies and how she was in law school.

The next week was very busy. I was initially worried about a language barrier, but just like in India, because of the history of British colonialism, the people of the village spoke English. I and Dr. Jones saw and treated all sorts of ailments, many which I had never seen in medical school.The people were very grateful for the help we provided. I also learned a lot. I probably learned more about tropical diseases at the end of that one week, than during my whole four years of medical school.

Dr. Jones has also brought along some anesthesia equipment so he could do some minor surgeries. Although his specialty was in ob/gyn, he had served as a medic in the Army, and in his training had done some general surgery, so he was actually good at a lot of things. He would have me monitor the anesthesia machine while he did the surgery.

Then, one day, we got a visit from Abena. She was an older woman who was the village midwife.

"Dr. Jones," she said. "My niece, Ekua, is pregnant with twins. She is ready to give birth soon, but the twins are positioned badly. It is a saying passed down from generations from the midwives that circumstances like this always results in the mother and babies dying a very painful death. I have heard you are an expert in helping women through birth. Please, is there anything you can do to help my niece?

"I might be able to help her. However, we will need to talk with the council of elders to ask for permission," Dr. Jones replied.

"Thank, you. I will talk to the chief to convene the council tonight at the clinic."

After Abena left, I asked Dr. Jones why he needed permission to help someone in need.

"You will see at the council, this evening, Vikram," he replied.

That evening, the chief, Kwesi, his eldest son, Kobena, and four other village elders arrived at the clinic to discuss the matter. Abena, Ekua and her husband were also there. I, Priya, Dr. Jones, Tom, and Nancy also attended.

I listened as Abena described the situation with Ekua, and how she would die unless something was done. She described in graphic detail the tearing and blood loss that would result from Ekua trying to give birth, and how Ekua and the twins would die. Dr. Jones described his training and previous experience and said that he might be able to help. I could not see what was so controversial.

Then, Kwesi, the chief, spoke up.

"Dr. Jones, you say that you might be able to help her. But, since it is an issue with delivery, I assume that helping Ekua will involve you seeing and/or touching her nakedness in some way?"

"Well, I can't treat a reproductive issue without examining her reproductive organs," Dr. Jones replied.

"Then we cannot allow you to intervene. It would bring shame and dishonor to our tribe for an outside man to see the nakedness of one of our women," Chief Kwesi replied with an air of finality.

I saw the village elders nodding in agreement.

Ekua, her husband, and her aunt Abena, hung their heads in sorrow. Ekua had just been sentenced to a horrible death.

Just then, Priya stood up, her eyes flashing with grief and anger.

"Please," she begged. "Can you not make an exception for this one case. It will save 3 lives, as mother and babies will die, unless you allow this."

"No, it is shameful for an outside man to see the nakedness of our women. I cannot be the leader that brings this shame upon my people."

"There is nothing shameful about a doctor examining a patient. Even if it involves exposure. Even if the patient is a woman and the doctor is a man," Priya said earnestly.

No one responded.

I saw the look of determination in her face.

"In a medical setting, there is no such thing as private parts. There is no difference between examining a woman's breasts or vagina or a man's penis and examining a finger. They are all just body parts that need treatment," she continued.

"But my words and opinions are empty. So, I am asking Dr. Jones to do a thorough exam of my female parts to show that it is not a big deal and not shameful,and certainly not worth three people dying over."

With that, she started taking off her clothes!

We all stared with unblinking attention as she took off her shoes and her socks. She then unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants. She stepped out of them and stood barefoot, her legs exposed. She then swept off the t-shirt over her head, tossing it on the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Standing in just her bra and panties, she paused and took a deep breath. Then she reached behind her, and unclasped her bra. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders.

As her bra cups descended downard, her breasts and pretty brown nipples came into view.

Not even pausing, she threw the bra on the floor and immediately pulled her panties down her hips and thighs and stepped out of them.

There was a collective gasp as she stood there for a moment, completely nude. She made no attempt to cover her B-cup breasts or thick black bush. She just stood there for a moment, boldly looking at each of us in turn.

Then she went to the exam table that was in the middle of the clinic, and sat down on it.

"I am ready for my female exam, Dr. Jones," she said sweetly.

Dr. Jones played his part perfectly.

His face did not change expression.

He had the same expression, looking at my completely naked wife, as he did when he examined a fingernail.

"Ok, then Priya, it looks like you are all ready for the exam."

"Let's start by examining your breasts. We will start with a visual assessment."

He then had my wife assume various positions so he could see how her breasts responded. He had my wife raise her hands over her head. He had her put her hands on her hips.

Everyone was just staring open mouthed.

"Ok, everything is healthy and normal so far."

"Now I am going to feel for any abnormalities."

With those words, he stepped in close, and began to feel her right breast with his hands. He felt every square inch of her breast and squeezed her nipple to check for any discharge. He repeated that with the other breast.

I had studied all these exams before, and had even watched my classmates in medical school examine Priya just like this a few years before, but I still somehow got a rush, seeing my wife so exposed in front of everyone.

However, for the others, who had never seen an exam, the look of shock on their faces was apparent. The men, especially, were ogling her. I looked at Tom, he was staring intently. Nancy looked uncomfortable and embarrassed, and seemed a little jealous that her husband was staring so intently at Priya.

"All right, Priya, we are all done with the breast exam," Dr. Jones announced. "Everything is healthy and normal."

"Please, lie back for the pelvic exam."

"Ok," Priya answered.

She stood up, and carefully positioned her bottom right against the edge of the table.

Then, using the edge of the table as a fulcrum, she leaned back onto the table, while simultaneously bringing her legs up. At the end of this maneuver, she was flat on her back on the exam table, with her bottom at the edge of the table and her legs up in the air.

She quickly looked around the room. Then looking the chief in the eyes, she grasped with her legs with her hands behind her knees, pulled them back towards her chest, and then spread her legs as wide as they could go.

Kwesi's mouth dropped open in astonishment at her exposure!

She was about as completely exposed as a woman could be. Her dark labia were obscenely on display. Her buttocks were open, revealing her dark brown anus.

"I am ready for the pelvic exam," Priya stated.

"Very good. I will now start by examining your external genitalia," Dr. Jones said as he put on a pair of gloves and sat down on a rolling stool in front of her.

He gently palpated all along her outer and inner labia. He opened up her labia, to look at her urethra. He gently pushed back her clitoral hood, to reveal the pink bud in all its glory.

"Now, I will examine your vagina, uterus and ovaries."

With that he lubed up two fingers and inserted them into her vagina. He then took his other hand and felt her abdomen, feeling for her uterus and ovaries.

"Everything feels healthy. Please stay in position, while I change gloves," he requested my wife.

She nodded, and kept her position.

Her labia were shiny from the lube, and they gaped open from the recent penetration revealing the pinkness of her vagina.

Dr. Jones, put on another pair of gloves and lubed his fingers up again.

"I will now do a recto-vaginal exam."

With that, he aimed his middle finger at my wife's anus.

She grunted as the finger slowly entered her dark brown hole.

Once the finger was in, he inserted his index finger into her vagina.

With both fingers in place, he moved the side to side and in and out, assessing her anatomy.

He pulled out and threw away the gloves.

"We are all done now. Everything is healthy and normal," Dr. Jones announced.

Priya pivoted her legs down while lifting herself up from the table and stood up.

Still naked, she addressed the group.

"See. It is a simple exam, and nothing to be ashamed of!"

I thought she would get dressed.

However, she was not yet done.

"Nancy, it's your turn to be examined now," she said walking towards the stunned wife sitting next to her husband.

I saw a look of embarrassment and even horror cross Nancy's face. She was embarrassed just watching Priya's exposure and examination.

But when Priya walked over to where Nancy was sitting and took her hand, she did not resist or object as Priya helped her to a standing position and led her over to the middle of the room by the exam table.

"Let me help you get undressed, Nancy." Priya said as she started unbuttoning her blouse.

Nancy just stood there and let Priya unbutton her blouse and take it off, revealing her bra and her milky white chest.

Nancy instinctively started to bring up her hands to cover her breasts.

"Please, Nancy. Covering yourself will not help. Ekua's life and the lives of her unborn babies depend on our ability to convince them this exposure for an exam is no big deal," I heard Priya say quietly so that the chief and the village elders could not hear.

Nancy let her arms hang at her sides.

Priya continued her pep talk with Nancy while fumbling with her bra snap. "You have been with them for a year now. They know how modest of a person you normally are. We need them to see you be casual about the exposure for your exam."

I saw Nancy nod.

Priya then unsnapped the bra and pulled it down her arms and off, exposing Nancy's breasts.

Nancy blushed as we all stared at her tits, but made no move to cover them.

They were a small A cup topped with long, dark pink nipples. Her light pink areolas crinkled as they came in contact with the cool night air.

Priya then squatted down and removed Nancy's sandals.

Then she kneeled in front of Nancy.

She put her hands in the waistband of her skirt, and with one smooth motion, pulled down both her skirt and her panties together, exposing her blonde pubes.

Priya had Nancy lean on her for support as she stepped out of them.

Priya then stood up and stood next to Nancy.

The whole room stared at the two naked women.

I looked closely at Nancy.

She had a full blonde bush, but it was not as thick as Priya's. In addition, she was a thin girl, with long legs,which resulted in a gap between her thighs.

This meant that even when she stood with her feet together, her long inner labia were visible between her thighs.

I looked over at her husband, Tom. He looked embarrassed to have his wife exposed. But since he had stared so enthusiastically at Priya when she was nude, he had no grounds for objecting to us looking at his wife!

"Why don't we have Vikram do your exam, Nancy," Priya said as she helped her sit down.

I could see that Priya was thinking about the racial aspect. Since a white Dr. Jones would be examining a Black Ekua, Priya wanted to normalize cross-racial exams. So she had Dr. Jones examine her, and was having me examine Nancy.

I swallowed hard, and put on my best professional demeanor in imitation of Dr. Jones.

Taking care to keep my expression neutral, I walked over to the exam table.

"Hi Nancy. We will do the same exam you witnessed for Priya," I began.

"Do you have any questions before we get started?"

She shook her head.

"Ok then. We will start by visually assessing your breasts."

I had her go through all the motions, watching intently as her breasts changed shape.

"Everything looks healthy. Now I will palpate your breasts for any abnormalities, " I said using my most professional voice, the medical jargon creeping subconsciously into my speech.

She nodded, and I moved in close and began feeling her right breast. My hand easily cupped her entire breast with room to spare. After thoroughly feeling her breast, I moved on to the nipple. The second I touched it, it felt it grow and harden.

I finished with the right breast and repeated the exam on the left breast. I heard a quiet gasp from Nancy when I came to the part where I touched her left nipple. She had incredibly sensitive nipples!

I finished the exam and looked up. I saw my wife Priya standing beside Nancy, watching me and Nancy with a smile on her face.

"Nancy, the breast exam was completely normal. Please lie back for the pelvic exam," I instructed.

Nancy blushed. I knew this was an even harder situation for her than Priya. For Priya, almost everyone was a complete stranger. After a couple weeks, she would likely never see any of the villagers ever again. She might run into Tom or Nancy infrequently. I was her husband so it was no big deal to be exposed to me. Dr. Jones was a doctor, and had even examined her before, so it was also not that big of a deal.

For Nancy however, it was different. The villagers were people she knew and had lived with for the past year, and she would likely be seeing them every day for years. Although I was a doctor, I was just out of medical school. And Dr. Jones was the uncle of her husband, making it embarrassing to be exposed to him even though he was an experienced doctor.

Still she did not object or resist as Priya said, "Let me help you, Nancy."

Priya held her legs as Nancy leaned back flat on the table. Once Nancy was flat on her back, Priya pulled her legs up.

"Nancy, just grab your legs behind the knees, pull them back towards your chest, and spread them wide, just like you saw me do, Ok."

Nancy nodded, and did as Priya instructed, exposing herself completely.

I sat down on the rolling stool and put on my gloves, and then looked at Nancy's exposed pudenda. For a second, all I could think of was "Pink." She had long pink inner labia which were fully exposed. Her buttocks were parted, exposing her dark pink anus. Even her white skin had a light shade of pink, whether from embarrassment or just from the fact she was recently sitting, I don't know.

I felt someone watching me closely. I looked up and saw Priya. She was standing next to Nancy, watching me intently. When she saw me look up, she smiled at me, and gave a wink.

During the course of my medical training, I had done hundreds of pelvic exams. They were all in a medical setting with the patient appropriately draped, and had become kind of routine in my mind.

However, the sight of my wife, completely naked, watching me examine another naked and spread woman in front of an audience, sent a thrill through my entire being.

"Nancy, I am going to examine your external genitalia," I announced.

She nodded.

I reached out and felt all along the plump outer lips.

Then, taking each long inner labia in each hand, I gently squeezed along their entire length. I heard Nancy take a sharp breath.

I then spread her open to expose her urethra and the entrance to her vagina. I then pulled back the hood covering her large clitoris, exposing the pink head. Whether from my touch, or the novelty of being so openly exposed to an audience, her clitoris began to swell and get even bigger. I began to be able to smell Nancy's womanly scent.