My wife had an appointment with her gynecologist and I went to take her to the office. Arriving there, we were informed that Doctor Karen was away to deal with a temporary health problem, but that there would be no harm to my wife's care, as two attending doctors would carry out the examination. The clinic was very sophisticated, and I never minded that, instead of common white cotton aprons, the clinic provided patients with white silk robes, with lace details, and without the waist tie. As her doctor was always a woman, this was a detail that didn't bother me at all and, quite the contrary, I always thought my wife looked very elegant that way. When we were told that the care would be provided by young male doctors, my wife was already dressed in the brief silk robe, and before I could argue, the doctors entered the room and came to talk to us. My wife was also a little embarrassed, and tried, in vain, to make the robe stay closed in the front. Her full breasts, in fact, made things difficult. They introduced themselves and were very friendly, and said that Dr. Karen had requested a series of additional exams, as my wife hadn't had her check-up for over a year. While one of the doctors politely talked to me, the other approached my wife to take her blood pressure and also to listen to her heartbeat. To do so, he asked for permission and made the silk robe fall off her shoulders, exposing her magnificent breasts. That sight was really disturbing for me, I had never experienced anything like it, seeing another man, even a doctor, touching my beloved wife's breasts. She was apparently calmer than I was, watching the doctor position the stethoscope all over the area, all over her brests surface. The doctor finished the examination with the stethoscope and remained there, talking to my wife and asking some preparatory questions for the other exams, with the robe still hanging down her arms. At that moment, they were both smiling at each other. So, the main doctor told me that I could wait at the clinic reception, or leave and return later, as the exams could take a while, estimating a time of two to three hours. I asked my wife what she preferred, and she said I could leave and she would let me know on the phone when it was time to pick her up, and that was it. So I kissed her on the lips and we said goodbye, and the last image I had was of my wife facing me, dressed in that sensual robe open in the front, with her breasts and abdomen practically exposed, and the two doctors behind her, waiting for me to leave so they can spend the next few hours performing gynecological and breasts exams on my beloved wife.