"The ceremony sounds very interesting, even if you're not telling me what it's really about. I can't wait," I told Elyse.
My wife smiled. "I'm so happy we're going to be able to go together," she said.
But with all my curiosity about Consilium et Sancticatio, the impending Christmas holiday swept it from my mind. Elyse and I were busy sending gifts, writing cards, and making silly little video greetings to put up online. So I was surprised when Elyse picked me up from work early on the last day before the Christmas break.
"Where're we going?" I asked.
"Little visit to the doctor," she said.
"The doctor?"
"You know the ceremony for my church?" she said. "There is some skin to skin contact for the participants, and we're getting a little checkup."
Elyse parked in the guarded lot of a women's health clinic a block from the church.
I was a little surprised they took men at the clinic, and asked the receptionist.
"Yes, sir," she confirmed. "Appointments for both you and your wife. Right on time, just follow the nurse."
The nurse greeted us. "So pleased to see both of you here," she added. Almost ready for New Year's?" It was a funny greeting for before Christmas. I looked more closely at the nurse. She wore a pendant with the same symbol that was prominent in my wife's church, a cross sprouting leaves all over, with a face at the center of the crossed arms that looked like it was made of leaves. So maybe this was a church-sponsored clinic.
"Would you be willing to share an exam room?" the nurse asked.
I looked to Elyse, who nodded once to me. "Yes, that's fine," she told the nurse.
The nurse led us back to an exam room. She had us sit down, opened a clipboard and asked some questions about medical history, current medications or conditions, allergies or sensitivities to some specific substances, and about our sex life inside the marriage. And outside it, if any.
"What, other sexual partners? Um, none," I answered.
"Thank you," the nurse said. "Elyse, anything different in that respect since your last visit?"
"No, nothing new," Elyse said.
The nurse took two brief, back-tying hospital gowns from a cupboard. "Just change into the gowns and I'll be back in a few minutes for the physical exam," she said.
I looked at Elyse. "Is this all routine?"
"Yes, they always ask about those things," Elyse said. "I mean, they ask a little more before a ceremony like this."
"I thought this was your first time participating," I said.
"My first time helping instruct," she said. "I was part of the ceremony ten years ago. Wearing a white robe. Last time I was just an observer."
"Oh." I wasn't sure what to add.
We changed into the gowns, giving me a chance to briefly admire my wife's naked beauty and my luck in having her. We waited, holding hands, until the nurse returned.
The nurse put on some latex exam gloves, had me stand up and checked me out, lifting the gown from time to time, until she had inspected my body very thoroughly.
"I'm going to inspect your scrotum and penis," she said. Her businesslike visual inspection was now paired with a set of patient fingers which palpated my balls and touched my shaft. I got a tiny twitch toward an erection, but her cool, straightforward approach didn't really start me up. "Turn around now and hold your buttocks spread." She gave me a close rear inspection, and finished with, "Very good, thank you."
I let the gown drop and sat down. The nurse changed her gloves, washed and dried her hands, and regloved to start Elyse's exam. Elyse stood up and got the same visual inspection treatment with the lifting and looking under the gown. In addition, she got what seemed like a breast exam, the nurse pressing all round each of Elyse's breasts. I saw Elyse's nipples respond, swelling into prominient points under the nurse's fingers. The nurse sat down on a low rolling stool to part Elyse's pussy lips and inspect her closely with the aid of a small head-mounted light. Something in the way the nurse touched Elyse, or something in Elyse's response, touched me in a way the nurse's fingers had not. My cock started throbbing. When the nurse parted Elyse's buttocks for a close examination between them, my cock rose up under the hospital gown, pitching a definite tent of the thin material.
But nothing more seemed to come of it. She and I provided cheek swabs, urethral swabs, urine and blood samples. These accomplished, we got dressed and left.
I couldn't pry much more out of Elyse that night beyond that she had participated in one of these ceremonies and observed another. In a couple days Elyse reported our clean exam results. And then Christmas fell on me like an overturned sleigh and I wasn't thinking much about it for a week or so.
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