Shy Indian Wife's Humiliating Exam

Chapter 13: Finally done!

"We are done. You can get up off the exam table and go into the guest bedroom where I put your petticoat and sari" Jamal told my wife. Carefully holding her blouse closed with her hands lest she expose her nipples, Kavitha got down from the table and made her way to the door of the guest bedroom. Seeing the door was closed, she gingerly used her left forearm to cover her left breast, while continuing to hold the right half of her blouse in place. She then opened the door of the guest bedroom, went inside, and closed the door behind her,

Jamal then went to his bag and looked through it as if searching for something. A couple of minutes later, he pulled out the envelope with the medical forms in it. He gave it to Dr. Bill and said, "I think that should do it." Dr. Bill nodded and said thanks. "Do you think I could leave your equipment here for tonight and bring it back to your office tomorrow?" Jamal asked Dr. Bill. "Yeah, that won't be a problem. Just drop it off at my office tomorrow." At this moment, Kavitha came out of the guest bedroom fully dressed. However, due to her previous experience thinking that her exam was over only to get her hopes dashed, she still seemed nervous. Jamal said "Good night everyone." and walked out with his bag, taking Robert and Jorge with him. As we watched, they got into the truck with Robert in the driver's seat. The engine started up, and the truck slowly pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. A minute later, it was out of sight.

As soon as the truck was gone from sight, Kavitha collapsed onto the couch. I went and sat beside her and she snuggled close to me. This whole evening had been very taxing on her physically, mentally, and emotionally. Dr. Bill came and sat in the recliner opposite us. "Clever, son of a bitch!" he muttered referring to how Jamal had totally outsmarted us that evening. Apart from that one comment, we were all silent for the next 10 minutes, each one lost in his or her own thoughts. The images from tonight played in my head: Kavitha in the sari, her face when she saw Jorge and Robert with the exam table, her cleavage inside her blouse, the panties stretched tight over her ass as she bent over, and her open blouse barely covering her nipples. I had never thought I would be sharing these views.

Dr. Bill finally broke our reverie. "I had best be getting home," he said as he walked to our little office space in the kitchen and got one of the Express Mail packages. "Let me put the forms in here so you can drop it off at the Post Office first thing in the morning, Vinod." he said as he returned to his seat. With half closed eyes I mumbled "Sounds good, thanks". I soon heard the sound of the envelope opening and papers rustling as Dr. Bill selected the required medical forms from the rest of the papers in the immigration envelope.

"They're not in here!", he exclaimed.

Chapter 14: Mystery of the missing forms

Upon hearing this, my wife and I sat bolt upright in the couch. We were wide awake! "What do you mean? Let me see!" we both said. Dr. Bill handed us the envelope, and we carefully looked at each piece of paper. They were all from US Immigrations. Everything except the forms was here! We frantically searched around the living room to see if they had fallen somewhere, but they were nowhere to be found.

It was then that I decided to call Jamal and see if maybe he knew where they were. After a few rings, Jamal picked up.

"Hi Vinod."

"Jamal, we can't find the exam forms."

"OMG, I am so sorry. I took them out of the envelope to sign them. I forgot to put them back. They are right here in my bag. I'm heading right over to drop them off".

A few minutes later, we heard a vehicle pulling into the driveway, followed by the doorbell ringing. I opened to door to let Jamal in. We were happy to see him holding the missing forms.

He walked over to Dr. Bill to hand him the forms. As soon as he was near enough to give Dr. Bill the forms, he leaned forward, whispered something, and pointed to a spot on the forms. Dr. Bill gave Jamal a dismissive look and pointed to another spot on the forms. Jamal replied by pointing to a spot on the bottom of the forms. Dr. Bill's face blanched.

Chapter 15: Final exams

Kavitha and I crowded around Jamal and Dr. Bill to see what was happening. I looked toward where Dr. Bill had first pointed.

"Breast Exam (NOT MANDATORY*)"

"Rectal Exam (NOT MANDATORY*)"

"Pelvic Exam (NOT MANDATORY*)"

I followed Jamal's finger to the bottom of the page. There in small print I read:

"* If performed and documented by a physician within the last year."

We had not noticed the small print before! We all knew that Kavitha had not had these exams performed in the last year. In fact, she had never had these exams.

It was then that I noticed two things. One, the front door had not been closed. Two, Robert and Jorge had walked through the front door unnoticed and were standing in our living room.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Jamal had been playing us when he left. He had left the exam table and supplies at our home knowing he would be coming back. Although he had been gone for over 20 minutes when we called him, he and his friends were able to show up in just a couple of minutes. He had kept the forms on purpose and had been waiting for our call! Looking down at the forms, I saw that he still had not signed them.

Jamal stood for a moment quietly as if sizing everyone up. He knew he was in control of the situation. Even though he had not mentioned it, we knew it wasn't just a matter of him not signing the forms, but of us potentially facing perjury charges and fraud charges for attesting on a government form that we had done all the required exams when we hadn't. By now, we realized that there was not a detail he would miss. There really was no way out of this situation other than completing all the exams on the form.

"Ok Kavitha, come with me." said Jamal as he took Kavitha over to the exam table once again. After helping her get seated, he pulled up a rolling stool in front of her and sat down.

"Ok Kavitha, it's final exam time. There are three exams left to do. Do you know what they are?"

Kavitha nodded.

"Ok, go ahead and tell me."

"Breast. Rectal. Pelvic." she managed to say, her face turning bright red.

"Very good, that's right. Have you ever had any of these exams done before?"

She shook her head.

"Ok then, I will make sure I explain everything to you thoroughly. Dr. Bill will make sure I am doing everything correctly and not missing anything. In addition, education is a very important part of these exams. I want to make sure you are familiar with your body and know the correct terms for everything and how to take care of your health."

Dr. Bill sat down beside Jamal but slightly behind him. It was clear who would be in charge of the examination from here on out - it was the student, not the doctor.

"We will do these exams in the order the form has them."

By this time, I had come and stood directly behind Jamal. Robert was to my left, and Jorge was to my right. The look on their faces was one of eager anticipation.

Chapter 16: A card to remember

Kavitha, still fully dressed in her sari, sat nervously on the exam table, looking once around the room at everybody and then at Jamal. Jamal just quietly stared at her, not saying a word. After a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kavitha finally asked, "Jamal, am I supposed to be doing something right now?"

"Not yet. Your breathing rate was very high, and I was just waiting for it to come down. Just take some slow, deep breaths and try to relax."

"Ok. It's better now. We will start with the breast exam. But first, I want to ask you about breast self-exams. Do you know what they are and why they are important?" Jamal asked.

"I have seen people talking about them on health shows on TV. They say that by doing these self-exams, you can catch cancer early and save your life." replied my wife.

"Very good. I am glad you know how important they are. How often do you do them?" Jamal followed up.

"I haven't ever done one." she answered. "I just don't know how" she offered as an excuse with a guilty look on her face.

"Kavitha, you shouldn't neglect your health like that!" Jamal admonished her with a frown. He then went over to his bag and pulled out one of those breast self-exam shower cards. "Let's go upstairs to the master bedroom, since that is where you will be doing these exams in the future. There we will go over the card together so you will know how to do them correctly. After going over the card, we will hang it on your shower, so you always have a reminder and won't forget."

I think he made Kavitha feel guilty about neglecting her health while at the same time worrying that she might be missing something. She just said "Ok" and got up from the table. Holding the shower card in his left hand, Jamal walked beside Kavitha to the stairs. They went up the stairs together and into the master bedroom while we all watched in stunned silence. Jamal left the master bedroom door open, but the angle was such that we couldn't see inside from where we were. We heard them talking but could not make out the actual words.

About 10 minutes later they came out. I noted with relief that my wife was still fully dressed in her sari. The whole time they had been up there, I had been worried that he would have my wife get topless to practice the self exam. It just didn't feel right to have my wife exposing her breasts to another man in our master bedroom!

My worry seemed silly now. It seemed like he had just had her practice over her clothes.

As Jamal and Kavitha walked down the stairs, I noticed something in his left hand and thought that maybe he forgot to leave the shower card upstairs.

As they got further down the stairs and closer to us, I saw that I had been mistaken. It was not the shower card in his left hand. It was Kavitha's blouse! As they came down into the living room, I saw that I was wrong about my wife still being fully dressed. She was topless except for the end of the sari draped over her bare chest! Looking closely, I could see her naked breasts jiggling under the light cloth of her sari as she walked. Jamal had her sit once again on the exam table.

"Ok Kavitha, now that you have done your first breast self exam with me observing, do you feel comfortable doing them on your own from now on? And will you promise me to do them every month like you are supposed to?"

My wife nodded and simply said, "Yes."

My thoughts were in a jumble. I began to feel an illogical anger and jealousy. My wife had exposed her breasts to another man in our bedroom! Without me there! I felt like she had betrayed me. My jaw clenched in anger as I imagined Kavitha pulling the sari from off her shoulder, undoing the hooks on her blouse, and exposing her completely naked breasts to Jamal. From the health shows on TV, I had some idea of what a breast self exam involved. In my mind's eye, I could see them both looking at Kavitha's breasts in the mirror. I could see her lie down on our bed and touch her breasts as Jamal watched! I imagined him telling my wife to press harder and not to miss any spots!

Thankfully, before I said or did anything stupid, I had an attack of common sense.

"Kavitha is doing this because she loves me!"

I know how shy and modest my wife is. This whole experience would be very unpleasant to her. She could even now decide that she did not want to go to through with this and call off everything and return home to India. I might get in trouble for perjury, but she would be safe in India. Kavitha was smart, charming, and beautiful and her family was well-off. She would have no trouble getting along without me.

Yet, she is choosing to go through with this, so she can get her visa to stay here with me! And here I am thinking only about my feelings! I felt ashamed for being such a selfish jerk! I vowed to put aside any feelings of jealousy and just be as supportive as possible.

As I snapped out of my reverie, I noticed that Jamal was speaking again.

"Good. With the self-exam out of the way, it's time to do a clinical exam."

Chapter 17: Looking, touching

Jamal continued, "It's like what we had you do upstairs, except it is the doctor that does it. Let's see how good you were paying attention. What's the first step in examining your breasts?"

"Looking." replied by wife.

"Very good," answered Jamal. "Now go ahead and take down the end of your sari from your shoulder and put it in your lap."

Jamal had seen my wife's naked breasts upstairs. He was about to share the view!

I saw my wife's right hand slowly go towards the end of the sari on her left shoulder. She took the end and slowly brought it down. As she did, more and more of her breasts came into view. She continued to bring the end of her sari down until it was barely covering her nipples. Then, just before she revealed her nipples, a look of shy hesitation came across her face. She paused and looked around as if waiting for some reprieve. Everybody just stared at her even more intently and Jamal signaled with his hand for her to keep going. Seeing that there was no way out of this, she continued and placed the end of the sari in her lap. She was now completely topless!

I had seen Kavitha's breasts many times, but never with an audience! As if reacting to her exposure, her nipples began to harden and elongate, and her dark brown areolas became crinkly. I looked over at Robert and Jorge. They were both blatantly staring with wide eyes. Robert had his mouth open, and I could make out a sliver of saliva on the side of his mouth. He was literally drooling over my wife's breasts!

I was hit with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I felt protectiveness towards by wife. I wanted to kick everyone out of our home and end all this. Yet at the same time, there was a feeling of lust and pride that my wife had such a sexy body and a perverse desire for the other guys to see it. I suppose it was my brain trying to make a virtue of necessity. Whether I wanted them to see my wife's breasts or not, they were seeing them anyway.

Jamal looked intently at her breasts for a about a minute. "Ok, looking healthy and normal so far. Now clasp your hands behind your head". Kavitha, brought her hands from her lap, and raised them up to her head and clasped them together behind her head as instructed. However, while doing this, she had unconsciously bent her head down and her elbows pointed straight in front of her, somewhat obscuring her breasts.

"Kavitha, I need you to have your head up looking straight ahead, and I need your elbows all the way out to the side."

Kavitha complied. The new position drew even more attention to her breasts. This position pulled her breasts upwards and thrust them towards us. It looked like she was offering them to Jamal.

Jamal looked at her intently. His eyes slowly traversed every inch of her exposed breasts, lingering on each nipple. He then told her to twist her body to her left and then her right, making sure he, as well as the rest of us, had a view from the side as well.

During this time, Kavitha had closed her eyes. Jamal quietly got up from the stool and walked over to the table and placed his hand on her bare back. Sensing his touch, Kavitha's eyes went wide open.

"Now it's time for the second part of the breast exam. Can you tell me what that is, Kavitha?"

"Touching." My wife quietly answered.

"Correct. Now lie back." He helped her lie back until she was flat on the table. "I am going to start by feeling the lymph nodes in your axilla", he said. He then took her right arm which was next to him and pulled it up and placed it above her head on the table.

Then Jamal took his hand, placed it in her armpit, and began feeling with his fingers. I could have told him what would happen next. Kavitha is super ticklish in her armpits. She squealed and giggled and tried to pull that arm down. The giggling and movement made her breasts jiggle and bobble in the sexiest way imaginable. There was no doubt that my wife's breasts were 100% natural! Jamal used one hand to hold my wife's arm out of the way while he finished his exam. He then went to the other side and did the same with her left armpit with my wife's breasts wobbling sexily the whole time from her giggling.

"Everything feels healthy. Now it's time to check the actual breast tissue."

He then took his hand and placed it at the top of Kavitha's left breast. When Jamal's fingers encountered her breast, my wife blushed and closed her eyes tightly. Jamal started at the top of her left breast and worked his way down in strips, as if he was mowing a lawn. Down, up, down, up, down, up went his long black fingers as he systematically felt every single square inch of her breast. After he finished the left breast, we got to see an encore as he went to the right breast and repeated the whole thing.

Looking at Dr. Bill he summarized, "I didn't feel an lumps or masses. But seeing as you are a real trained doctor, I want you to tell me if I missed anything."

Dr. Bill then came up and repeated the exam. "You actually have very good technique Jamal, and you did it just like the textbooks say you should. Many doctors aren't as systematic and thorough as you were." he commended him. As he finished up, he said, "Jamal is right, no masses or lumps. Everything is normal."

Kavitha, who had had her eyes tightly closed in embarrassment while Jamal and Dr. Bill were touching her breasts, opened them up again. Jamal came and helped my wife to sit up. He then went and stood directly in front of her. "We just need to check for any nipple discharge." With that he reached out and took both her nipples in his hands. Kavitha turned bright red at his touch and began to close her eyes.

"Kavitha, open your eyes and look at me! I need to see your reaction to make sure everything is normal, and you are not having any discomfort." Kavitha reluctantly opened her eyes and looked straight at Jamal.

I knew why Kavitha had turned red and tried to close her eyes. She has extremely sensitive nipples and when we have sex, one of her favorite parts is me playing with her nipples. Jamal was about to demonstrate how sensitive.

Staring into her eyes, Jamal gently caressed and rolled her nipples between his fingers. We all watched mesmerized as her nipples became more and more erect and hard in his fingers. I looked at Kavitha's face as her eyes became glazed. A pink flush started up over her breasts and spread to her neck. I could see her biting her lower lip as Jamal kept up the stimulation of her nipples.

Chapter 18: Butter

After a few minutes of fondling, Jamal abruptly took his fingers away from my wife's nipples. "No nipple discharge." he noted.

"Now it's time for the rectal exam."

Before Kavitha, or anyone else, had a chance to react, Jamal took both of Kavitha's hands and helped her into a standing position. He then pulled her forward about 4 or 5 feet away from the exam table.

"Let me help you get ready", he said as he took her sari and quickly unwound it from around her body and tossed it to his left. "Robert, pick up her sari and fold it so it doesn't get dirty." he ordered. As Robert was doing this, his hands went to the string holding the petticoat in place and untied it. As soon as the string was loose, he just let it go, and petticoat fell puddled on the floor around my wife. He then put his hand on Kavitha's hips and turned her around so she was facing the exam table.

He then walked to her left side. He took her hand in his left, while putting his right hand in the small of her back. Holding her like this, he helped her step over the petticoat which was on the floor around her feet and led her forward until her thighs were almost touching the exam table. He then moved his hand up to the middle of her back.