My Father-in-Law is a Doctor (Part 1)

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(I)
Hmm, I'm quite hesitant... I don't know if I should say these things, anyway... anyway, no one will know who I am? Let me share these wonderful memories with you all. I'm 32 years old this year, and my husband is three years older than me. He says what he likes most about me is my figure—curvy where it should be, toned where it should be, and almost no excess fat in my thirties. Walking down the street, I often attract the fiery gazes of the opposite sex. Logically, I should be in my prime, but my husband is a reserved and quiet person, completely lacking in romantic understanding. Although he's very obedient to me, in the ten years of our marriage, our relationship has become more and more like that of siblings. We've never had any passion in bed, so I assumed all couples were like this, so bland and uneventful. Aside from fulfilling our marital obligations, I've never even experienced the legendary orgasm. My husband is an overseas representative for a multinational trading company, often traveling abroad. In the third year of our marriage, I gave birth to a daughter, who is now mainly cared for by my retired mother-in-law. My father-in-law is a doctor who left the public hospital early to open his own clinic, busy every day but very energetic. Since my husband is away most of the time, and my mother-in-law manages the household, because... Having never experienced much sexual pleasure, I didn't feel lonely or unbearable. Aside from work, my life was quite leisurely. However, something happened last summer that completely shattered my peaceful life...
Taking advantage of the expansion of the overseas company, my husband was given leave to return to China for a month in early summer last year. After his leave ended and he went abroad again for several weeks, I suddenly felt itchy and uncomfortable in my genital area. Perhaps because I rarely had sex, my genitals were always dry and clean with no abnormalities, little discharge, and no odor. But this time, the symptoms made me increasingly uncomfortable. The mild itching combined with the increased discharge made me uneasy, and the discharge had an unpleasant smell. Before, I was lazy and would only change my underwear every two or three days without feeling uncomfortable. Now, I not only have to change my underwear every day, but I've also started using panty liners, which I've never used before. At first, I thought it was because my husband was a little tired from his recent return, and the concentrated sexual activity caused physical discomfort. But as time went on, I felt increasingly uncomfortable in my genital area, and I couldn't help but worry and become afraid.
Fortunately, my father-in-law is a doctor. Although I was a little embarrassed, I still hesitantly told him about my discomfort. My father-in-law thought I just had a common inflammation. Since the clinic didn't have the facilities for testing, he told me to go to the hospital for a routine gynecological exam and tests first. The next day, I went to the city's central hospital for the tests. I rarely go to hospitals, but when I saw the female doctor, surrounded by noisy patients and some male family members, impatiently answering patients' questions while writing prescriptions in a scribbled manner, I handed over the test results without asking any more questions. I only noticed that after the female doctor looked at the test results, she glanced at me, then looked down to write the prescription and told me to make sure my husband also came for a checkup.
Carrying a bag of oral and topical medications, I quickly fled the hospital, which I felt was full of germs (Part 2).
After returning home, I took the medications and applied the ointments. I don't know if it was the medication or a placebo effect, but I felt that my symptoms were much better, so I put the illness out of my mind. One evening after dinner, my mother-in-law went to the neighbor's house to play mahjong, my daughter Nannan was doing her homework in the study, and my father-in-law and I were sitting on the sofa in the living room watching a TV series. During the commercial break, it seemed that my father-in-law went to the bathroom. I felt that it took quite a long time, and he didn't come back after the commercial ended. Because the plot was very tense, I was afraid that he would miss it, so I shouted towards the bathroom, "Dad, it's starting!"
I still didn't see my father-in-law come out. I was a little puzzled. Was he taking a defecation? Having lived together for so long, I know that my father-in-law usually defecates in the early morning. Because I also have a habit of having a bowel movement in the morning, there are often awkward situations where I have to compete with my father-in-law for the bathroom. When I got up to ask him if he had diarrhea or something was wrong, I saw him come out of the bathroom with a serious expression, holding a pink wad of underwear in his hand. I immediately recognized it as my underwear that I had taken off in the shower but hadn't washed yet...
What was my father-in-law going to do? ... My face flushed red. My family is from out of town, and I've lived with my in-laws since I got married. I'm not a particularly meticulous woman, and I often leave my worn underwear in the bathroom to wash the next day because I'm lazy. For many years, this has been fine, and my in-laws have never nagged me about it. But what's going on today? I looked at the pink wad of underwear in my father-in-law's hand, my heart pounding. I didn't know what he was going to do...
My father-in-law walked over to the sofa next to me and sat down, still looking serious. However, he didn't mention the underwear. Instead, he asked me if I had gone to the hospital for a check-up and tests a few days ago.
I didn't know why my father-in-law suddenly asked about this. What did it have to do with the underwear he was holding? I didn't dare look at my father-in-law, and answered softly with my head down, "I...I went to the hospital..."
"Oh, what about the test results? Why didn't you show them to me when you got back? Did the doctor prescribe any medicine? Did you do any treatment?"
My father-in-law's barrage of questions, coupled with his serious tone, made me feel a little flustered. I still kept my head down, not daring to look at him, and told him intermittently about the results of that day's doctor's visit and the medication I had taken: "I felt better these past few days, so I didn't..."
"Linlin, did you think everything was alright?" As he spoke, my father-in-law unfolded the crumpled underwear he was holding. He flipped open the crotch of the underwear and pointed to the still damp and yellowish discharge: "Do you know? Just from this discharge and the smell, I know your illness is very troublesome..."
So that's how it is. Because my father-in-law is a doctor, I didn't doubt what he said at all. I didn't dare look at the underwear he was holding, and just asked nervously, "Dad...is it very serious?"
"It's still unclear. Let me see the test results."
I went into my room and found the test results from that day. When I came to the living room, I saw my father-in-law still looking at the marks on the crotch of my underwear, and he kept bringing them to his nose to smell them. "Dad...you?... " I couldn't help but call out in surprise, but my father-in-law didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He looked at the diamond-shaped mark that resembled a vulva, and without looking up, he muttered to himself, "Judging from the color and smell, I think it's genital warts. Sigh..."
I didn't understand what my father-in-law was saying, and I didn't dare to ask any more questions. I handed him the test results. My father-in-law looked at the test results, nodded in confirmation, and stared into my eyes: "How did the doctor treat it?"
"Well... he prescribed medicine, both oral and topical. I felt much better after using it, and my lower body hasn't been as itchy these past few days, so..." I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze. "So you're not worried about it? You've felt better these past few days, which is probably the incubation period for the bacteria, so you can't be careless, you know?"
"Hmm... what? Is it still very serious? Just from these... these secretions on my underwear, Dad can tell the problem is serious?"
"I wouldn't say it's confirmed, but it's pretty close. Looking at the test results will confirm it." As he spoke, my father-in-law gestured for me to sit down: "Linlin, looking at the results, these secretions, and the odor, you need to take this illness seriously. You and Zhihang should be treated together, but that wretched boy has flown away. Putting him aside, have you finished the medicine the hospital prescribed?"
Hearing my father-in-law mention my husband, I suddenly remembered that the doctor at the hospital also wanted me to bring my husband for a check-up. Could it be that my husband infected me with this disease? "Hmm, we're out of medicine, Dad. You mean... could it be some kind of sexually transmitted disease?" I suddenly tensed up. "Don't be too nervous. It's hard to say how you got it. Hmm... it's a serious illness, so the most important thing right now is to get treatment as soon as possible. Tell me how you used the ointment?"
"This..." Thinking about where I applied the ointment, I blushed. "How can I... how can I use it there? I can't see clearly. I just put some ointment on the itchy area down there..."
"How can that be? Looking at these traces of discharge, the lesion should be inside the vagina, and there are also signs of infection in the anus. The ointment needs to be applied directly to the lesion to be effective." My father-in-law flipped up my underwear and pointed to the marks on my crotch. I was too embarrassed to look at the vulva-shaped marks on them. Plus, my father-in-law kept using words like "vagina" and "anus" on his lips. He really was a doctor. I was so embarrassed that I didn't know how to respond.
When my father-in-law saw that I didn't answer, he looked up and saw that my face was red. He then realized something and softened his tone: "Linlin, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I know that area is special and it's very inconvenient to use medicine on your own. How about this, starting tomorrow, you come to the clinic and we'll start proper treatment. I think you'll be better in less than a month."
"Is...is Dad treating me?" I became even more nervous upon hearing this. "Yes, does our clinic have other doctors? Don't be afraid to see a doctor. I'm the doctor, and you're the patient. Don't overthink it, okay?"
"Yes, Dad...I understand."
(III)
The next day at noon, I felt the burning and itching in my lower body return. I then remembered my father-in-law's instructions and quickly called the clinic. My father-in-law said the medicine was ready and told me to come over after work in the afternoon.
After work, I didn't go home. I went to my father-in-law's clinic first. There were two other patients at the clinic. I sat quietly and waited, just like a patient seeking medical help. I used to occasionally bring my father-in-law meals, and I often came here. The clinic wasn't big, with three small rooms on the left, right, and center. The larger middle room was my father-in-law's main workspace, furnished with a desk and sofa. The main entrance faced the street. To the left, facing the sun, was the examination and treatment room, with a small bed, a curtain, and a sink. To the right, in the shade, was the pharmacy and storage room. My mother-in-law said my father-in-law was a good doctor, but he was honest and didn't know how to flatter his superiors, so he wasn't valued or promoted at the hospital. He retired early and started his own practice. My father-in-law was a good doctor, able to handle common ailments in internal medicine, surgery, gynecology, and pediatrics. He was also kind to his patients and charged reasonable fees, so the clinic always did well.
About half an hour later, all the patients at the clinic had left. My father-in-law got up, closed the door, and gestured for me to sit down in the chair opposite his examination table. I looked at him respectfully, as if I were in a hospital, as if he were a serious doctor. He looked at me very seriously: "Linlin, I didn't tell you last night, but based on the test results and your current symptoms, you have genital warts. It's a rather unpleasant reproductive system disease, commonly occurring on the male and female genital organs."
I don't know much about medicine, but I had heard of genital warts before; it should fall under the category of sexually transmitted diseases. Hearing my father-in-law's words, I felt a chill run down my spine. I never imagined that such a seemingly insignificant problem could have such serious consequences. My mind went completely blank…
My father-in-law noticed my unease and quickly comforted me: "Child, don't be nervous. It's not a difficult disease. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, you should be fine in a month or two. Don't worry too much, Daddy is a doctor, you can rest assured…"
"Yes, I understand... Dad, but... how did I get this 'dirty disease'?" I felt a little wronged. Besides work, I rarely interact with people in society, so... could there be any other reason besides my husband? My heart was suddenly filled with resentment!
"You wicked child..." My father-in-law uttered the same word he had used last night. I understood everything. My heart suddenly felt empty. Could it be that that bastard really be so promiscuous outside? I lowered my head, feeling angry and wronged, and tears welled up in my eyes without me realizing it…
My father-in-law got up and walked to my side, patting my shoulder: “Linlin… things might not be like that, because these germs can be transmitted in many public places, such as toilet seats, public baths, etc… I know Zhihang well, he shouldn’t do anything to betray you, don’t overthink it, okay?”
A father always sides with his son, but deep down, my husband is such a quiet and honest person, he shouldn’t do anything reckless. I hope it’s all an accident… I wiped away my tears with a tissue and nodded gently: “Dad, I won’t overthink it, and I believe in Zhihang…”
“That’s good, then… child, shall we start the treatment?”
“Yes, I’ll do whatever Dad says, I’ll cooperate fully…” I stood up and walked to the treatment room on the left. My father-in-law came in a little while later. I saw that he was wearing a mask, which was good. The mask covered his familiar face, making him look more like a respected old doctor, which made me feel much more at ease.
My father-in-law turned around, closed the door tightly, drew the curtains, and then turned on the floor lamp beside the bed. The room was naturally well-lit, and even with the curtains drawn, the snow-white sheets looked dazzling under the light. My father-in-law's clinic usually only performs routine checkups and treatments; it's not a specialized gynecology clinic. Therefore, the treatment room only has a single bed, not the kind of examination bed with legs crossed that is commonly found in gynecology clinics.
My father-in-law took a sterilized tray from the glass cabinet against the wall. On it were sterilized gloves, cotton swabs, ointment, syringes, medicine, iodine, alcohol, and so on…
I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the contents of the tray with some surprise, and timidly asked, “Dad… isn’t this for applying medicine? Do I need an injection?”
“Yes, the ointment only targets the lesions; the inflammation is mainly treated with injections. What? Are you scared?” My father-in-law explained, shaking the glass medicine bottle in his hand, smiling at me with narrowed eyes. I’m a timid woman, especially afraid of injections, so I became nervous just seeing the contents of the tray. Hearing my father-in-law ask me, I nodded somewhat embarrassedly, “Yes… I’m scared… it must hurt a lot, right?”
"Ha... It's okay, Daddy's injections don't hurt at all, don't be afraid..." Although I couldn't see my father-in-law's smiling face under his mask, I could feel his loving comfort, as if he were coaxing a little girl. I felt ridiculous; I'm over thirty, and I'm not as good at giving injections as my own daughter. I shook my head embarrassedly, stood up, and started to unbuckle my belt... By then, my father-in-law had already prepared the medicine, holding a syringe in one hand and an iodine swab in the other, standing beside me. The room was quiet except for our breathing. I glanced at my father-in-law and suddenly stopped, feeling a little shy. He reacted quickly; he smiled again, gestured for me to walk to the foot of the bed, and then pulled the curtain in front of the bed closed for me. I was grateful for my father-in-law's thoughtfulness and attentiveness. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my buttocks, revealing a pair of purple lace-trimmed underwear underneath. I moved to the head of the bed, noticing how high it was. I sat on one leg on the edge of the bed, my toes just touching the ground. I turned to the side and pulled the elastic of my underwear down to my crotch, exposing my white, delicate buttocks to the light...
I turned my head to look at the white wall beside the bed, feeling a cool cotton swab being applied to my buttocks. My body tensed and I shivered involuntarily. Then, my father-in-law's warm fingers massaged and relaxed my muscles. I didn't feel the needle piercing my skin, but the throbbing pain from the injection was still somewhat unbearable. My father-in-law gently massaged my injection site with two trembling fingers, saying, "Okay, okay, it's over..."
To be honest, his movements were gentle, and the injection was very steady. His kneading motion with his fingers, in particular, made me less nervous, which was quite good. However, the swelling and pain after the medicine entered my body was not easy to bear; the pain extended all the way to my thigh. Seeing the fine beads of sweat on my forehead, my father-in-law tenderly helped me lie down on the bed with my head turned inwards. While pressing the cotton swab on the injection site, he comforted me, saying, "Linlin, this injection will hurt a bit when it's absorbed, but it's very effective. You have to persevere. I hope our Linlin gets better soon..."
"Okay, Dad... I'll persevere..."
After the injection, I lay down for a while. My father-in-law asked me from outside the curtain, "Linlin, are you feeling better? Shall we start applying the medicine now that it doesn't hurt?"
"Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore, Dad..."
My father-in-law came over and saw that I was still lying there without moving. He smiled, then went back outside the curtain and said hesitantly, "Linlin, this... this time you have to take all your pants off, otherwise..."
"Oh, I see..." I suddenly realized that the medication wasn't applied to my buttocks where I got the injection, where I could just pull down my pants. I had to take off my underwear and face my father-in-law naked from the waist down. The thought made my face burn with embarrassment, which quickly overshadowed the pain from the injection. I was somewhat numb and at a loss. My father-in-law probably thought I was ready. He lifted the curtain and saw me still wearing my pants and standing there in a daze. He sat down on the chair by the bed, took my hand, and said kindly, "Child, genital warts are usually distributed around the vaginal opening and perineum, and some even grow deep inside the vagina, so it's difficult to apply the medication yourself. You are my daughter-in-law, but now that you're sick, you are my patient. I'm treating you because I'm responsible for you, for this family, and for Linlin's speedy recovery, don't you think?"
"Yes... Dad, I understand the reasoning, but... but why did I get this disease?" I angrily pounded the bed, tears streaming down my face again. "Child, don't be sad. Don't you have a doctor as your father? Think about other patients who not only have to go to the hospital to register and wait in line, but also have to undergo examinations and treatments by different doctors, and even have interns observe them. Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing? Don't you trust Dad's medical skills? Trust me, be positive and optimistic about treatment, and you'll get better soon." As he spoke, my father-in-law kindly brushed a strand of hair from my cheek and squeezed my hand tightly. "Now let's work together to defeat this disease!"
My father-in-law's emotions infected me, and I sat up without hesitation. "Dad, let's start applying the medicine." As I spoke, I lifted my buttocks and quickly took off my jeans. My father-in-law saw that I was naked from the waist down, wearing only a small purple pair of underwear. He knew that I should take off my underwear. To avoid embarrassment for both of us, my father-in-law turned around and went out to prepare the medicine.
(IV)
When my father-in-law came in again, I was already naked from the waist down. I had crumpled my purple panties into a ball and placed them on the corner of the bed. I lay there naked on the bed, nervously closing my eyes, afraid to look at my father-in-law. I was at a loss for what to do. "Child, relax, this won't hurt, and it will be quick..." my father-in-law said kindly, placing the tray beside the bed and gently pushing my toes with his hand. Feeling his touch, I could only pull back my feet, which were clad in short stockings, and obediently curl my legs up. My heart was pounding: "Relax? How can I relax? I might not be so nervous facing a strange doctor in a hospital, but this is my own clinic, facing my father-in-law whom I live with every day. I... sigh..." I muttered to myself without daring to speak, and quietly opened my eyes to see my father-in-law pull up a chair and sit at the foot of the bed. He then moved the floor lamp beside me, adjusting the angle so the light was directly on my lower body. He put on his reading glasses, his voice still gentle: "Come on, Linlin, move your buttocks down a bit..."
Following his instructions, I lay down a little. My father-in-law placed his hands on my knees and gently pulled me apart. Embarrassed, I reluctantly opened my legs. The light was very bright and hot. As soon as I spread my legs, I felt waves of heat emanating from my exposed genitals. The focused beam of light intensely illuminated my naked lower body, my entire genitals completely exposed to my father-in-law's view...
I felt incredibly awkward. Spreading my legs in such a shameful position... I could imagine the lewd and ambiguous scene my father-in-law was seeing. I hoped he was simply a doctor with high professional ethics. But the fact remained: father-in-law and daughter-in-law... Sigh! I really regretted letting my father-in-law treat me. What was this all about?
What's the use of thinking about it now? I could only turn my face away, my cheeks burning red. I was too embarrassed to look at my father-in-law. The room fell silent instantly. I could clearly feel my own heartbeat and the uneven breathing coming from behind my father-in-law's mask. There was a rustling sound, which must have been my father-in-law putting on the medical gloves on the tray. Then I felt a coolness on my groin, which must have been my father-in-law's hand touching there. I suddenly shuddered because it wasn't the kind of examination bed that could restrain my ankles. My legs involuntarily closed together in my nervousness.
My father-in-law kept his head down and said softly, "Child, don't be nervous, come on... spread your legs." He then gently pushed my knees with the back of his hand. "Mmm...yes..." I obediently spread my legs again. This time, I could clearly feel his hands moving on my lower body. First, he parted my pubic hair (I'm a little embarrassed to tell you all, but despite my fair complexion, I have very thick pubic hair, covering my round mons pubis and full labia majora. People often say that women with heavy pubic hair have a strong sex drive and are mostly promiscuous, but I rarely even experience a basic orgasm, so am I considered a promiscuous woman?). Then he examined my labia majora and minora. I could even feel him peel back the foreskin of my clitoris, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, he touched that sensitive area a few times. The series of movements made by his gloved, cold fingers sent waves of tingling sensations through my genitals...
"Mmm..." I couldn't help but groan. My father-in-law's hand continued to examine my clitoris from side to side, then he wiped my vaginal opening as if with a cotton ball. "Damn it, I must be wet..." I clenched my fists in embarrassment. "Oh, mmm..." I couldn't help but groan again. I felt my father-in-law part my labia minora and then try to widen my vaginal opening. Then, it felt like a finger was inserted into my vagina. As he moved, my father-in-law said, "Look, besides some at the vaginal opening, the worst part is there are a few deep inside the vagina too..."
"Ugh, um... Dad..." Besides a numb response, I didn't know how to respond to my father-in-law's words. I could only suppress my utterance, and dared not groan because of the tingling sensation in my vagina. I don't know how much time passed, maybe a few minutes, before I felt my father-in-law's fingers withdraw from my vagina. "Okay, the vaginal medicine has been applied. Come on, child, let's do a rectal exam to see if it has spread..."
My father-in-law's words left me stunned, not knowing what to do. Seeing that I didn't react, he gently said, "Come on, turn over, knee-chest position, buttocks facing me."
I knew this was a... It was a shameful position, but hearing medical terms like "knee-chest position" and "buttocks" made it seem a little ridiculous. At that moment, I dared not show any emotion. I just numbly followed my father-in-law's instructions, obediently turned over, knelt, and raised my buttocks. I didn't dare to look at my father-in-law at all during the whole process. I felt my whole face burning. After I got into position, I felt my father-in-law move the light to my buttocks. Then my father-in-law's hand spread my buttocks apart. When my father-in-law's finger probed my anus, the feeling of a foreign object being inserted and swelling made me involuntarily clench and contract my anal muscles, and I even let out a soft moan. My father-in-law probably felt resistance in his finger movements, so he used his other hand to gently massage my perineum between my vagina and anus, comforting me, "Relax, child, it'll be over soon..."
His massage of my perineum relaxed my tense nerves, but what followed was a different kind of excitement that embarrassed me. I felt as if my vagina was wriggling and secreting lubrication. Shyly, I buried my head, closed my eyes, and relaxed to experience that unprecedented pleasure...
My father-in-law seemed to notice my change, but he didn't stop. He continued to gently press and soothe my perineum, then inserted his finger into my anus, rotating it as he pressed and explored the subtle changes inside my rectum...
"It's alright, there are just some symptoms around the anus, nothing seems wrong inside. We'll treat and observe for the next few days, it should get better soon..." A few minutes later, my father-in-law finally finished this embarrassing examination. I slowly opened my eyes, peeking behind me through the gap under my armpit. I saw that my father-in-law had taken off his mask. I thought I could finally put my butt down, but instead, he held my buttocks and exaggeratedly sniffed my crotch with his nose. Then he took my underwear from the corner of the bed, flipped it open, and sniffed it just as intensely. Finally, he patted my buttocks: "Alright, today's treatment is over." With that, my father-in-law packed up the tray and carried it out of the treatment room, leaving me alone. I remained in the treatment room, not knowing what to do. It took me a moment to come to my senses. I quickly got up, dressed, and walked out of the treatment room. I saw my father-in-law writing something in a notebook. When he saw me, he looked up, smiled, and gestured for me to sit down. I sat down opposite him, feeling a little awkward. After calming myself, I asked in a low voice, "Dad, is my illness serious?"
"It's alright. It was discovered in time, so the condition wasn't delayed. As long as we persist with the treatment, it shouldn't be a big problem."
"Then... how long will it take?"
"Well, the lesions will be under control soon, but the recurrence rate of genital warts is very high. So, in addition to oral medication and injections, applying topical medication twice a day is crucial. If you persist, you'll be cured in less than a month. So, Linlin, you must cooperate with Dad so we can defeat this disease together."
My father-in-law's words seemed to give me confidence and courage, and the awkwardness from before quickly disappeared. I nodded, "I understand, Dad. I will persevere."
"By the way, Linlin, wear light-colored cotton underwear for a while. I noticed that the underwear you're wearing today isn't very breathable, which isn't good for the lesions. There might be some leakage after applying the medicine, so you can wear a panty liner. Also, don't wear tight jeans anymore... It's getting warmer, so wear a skirt instead."
My father-in-law, like a kind old doctor, gave me a long list of instructions. I seemed to have forgotten that he was my father-in-law. I could only nod and say "Mmm." "Linlin, be careful when you get home. This disease is very contagious in its early stages. Don't let your wife find out. This is a secret between the two of us."
(V)
The next morning, my father-in-law had already left. I knew he must have gone to the clinic first, so I hurriedly ate breakfast and rushed to his clinic. There was only my father-in-law in the clinic early in the morning. I saw that he was ready, so I smiled at him and then consciously walked into the treatment room. I lay on the small bed, mechanically took off my underwear and lifted my skirt up to my navel. When I saw my father-in-law come in, I was still a little shy and kept my legs tightly closed. My father-in-law sat at my feet, and I then realized that he was not wearing a mask today. My father-in-law first tore off the pad from my underwear and naturally put it under his nose to smell it. I was already used to this. It wasn't until he reached out and touched my knees that I realized I should spread my legs to start applying medicine. My father-in-law repeated the treatment process from the previous night and then gave me an injection. I don't know if it was because my father-in-law had deliberately stroked my buttocks for a long time, but this injection was obviously not as painful as yesterday.
It was all over quickly. Just as I got up, put on my underwear, and walked out of the clinic, my father-in-law whispered behind me, "Linlin, for the sake of the treatment, we should probably shave your pubic hair."
I froze, stopped, and looked back at my father-in-law's calm expression. A little flustered, I asked, "Now?"
My father-in-law glanced at his watch. "No, you've just applied the medicine, and besides, it's almost time for work. Come back this afternoon."
I was distracted at work that day. The burning sensation from the ointment applied to my genitals and the thought of having my pubic hair shaved made me uneasy. As it approached the end of the workday, I suddenly felt awkward about how to face my father-in-law. I seemed to be deliberately dawdling, and by the time I arrived at my father-in-law's clinic, it was already dark. Afraid of being scolded, I apologized as soon as I entered, "Dad, I just finished some work that had piled up. Am I late?" My father-
in-law put away the journal he had just finished writing on the table and smiled gently at me. "Not late at all. I just finished seeing my patients too. Linlin, let's begin..."
"Mmm..." I mumbled as I entered the treatment room. The room was spotless, with both the ceiling light and floor lamp on, making it clean and bright. The white sheets on the small bed seemed freshly changed, radiating a warm, sun-kissed scent. Remembering my father-in-law's words that morning, I took off my skirt and underwear, wondering if it would be easier to shave my pubic hair this way. Thinking of this, my heart pounded wildly. My father-in-law locked the clinic door and came in. Seeing me lying naked on the small bed with my legs spread, he turned and placed a basin of hot water beside the bed, closing the treatment room door behind him. He then sat down and placed a warm, damp towel on my vulva. "Linlin, let's apply this warm compress first, then we'll shave the pubic hair, okay?"
"Um... I'll listen to Dad..." My voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz, but my father-in-law ignored me. He casually picked up my skirt from the foot of the bed, pulled out my underwear, peeled off the panty liner stuck to my crotch, smelled it under his nose, and then examined it carefully under the light. "Linlin, do you wipe after every time you pee?"
"Yes, Dad... what's wrong?"
"Child, actually, urine itself has antibacterial properties, so after you pee, just use toilet paper to wipe the urine off your vulva. Don't wipe repeatedly; this will make the local microenvironment healthier."
"Oh... Dad knows so much..." I didn't know how to answer, so I just said casually. The warm towel covering my vulva felt very comfortable. I seemed to forget the embarrassment of facing my father-in-law with his lower body naked, and asked curiously, "Dad, how did you know I wiped after urinating?"
"Look, there's basically no urine stain on the panty liner except for some ointment."
"And it doesn't smell like urine, does it? Hehe..."
"This child... it's normal for a woman's vulva to have a slight urine odor. Right now, because you have a lesion, and we've applied ointment, it will mask the natural odor. Once the odor returns to normal, your illness should be cured, understand?"
"No wonder Dad always smells other people's underwear and panty liners. I thought..."
"Thought what? Was Dad a pervert? Haha... observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation are the basic methods doctors use to examine a patient's condition."
"Dad... I didn't mean that..." I was a little embarrassed. "Okay, let's shave first."
"What's shaving?"
"It's just shaving your pubic hair." My father-in-law said, pressing a small towel against my vulva with one hand. The sensation suddenly aroused me…
While chatting with him, my vulva unknowingly became a bald, split mound. The once lush pubic hair was now tangled and tossed into the tray. During the shaving process, my father-in-law's hands inevitably touched my sensitive areas. I could even feel him carefully scraping my labia majora and minora. I didn't know if this so-called prepping required such meticulous shaving. Fortunately, while he was busy with his hands, he was also talking about strange and unusual things, which prevented me from feeling too embarrassed—or rather, from further arousing my desire. The application of the medicine went smoothly. Whether at the vaginal opening, inside the vagina, or inside the anus, my father-in-law's hands were very gentle. After all this was done, my father-in-law seemed to be talking to himself: "It's different after this shaving, the lesions are clearly visible..."
These words made me blush again. (VI)
My father-in-law and I were used to the rhythm of taking medicine and getting injections every morning and evening. We switched roles very easily. When we entered the clinic, he was the doctor and I was the patient. When we returned home, we became a father-in-law and daughter-in-law who got along well. Although I was used to being naked in front of my father-in-law, there was still a father-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship. Every time I applied medicine, I couldn't help but feel shy and uneasy. Fortunately, my father-in-law would always chat about anecdotes while applying the medicine, which made me feel less embarrassed. As the condition gradually improved, I thought that our treatment would end soon. But who knew that I, a young woman who had been deprived for a long time, would slowly develop unsatisfied desires under my father-in-law's fingers. Whenever my father-in-law touched my genitals, especially when he inserted his fingers into my vagina and anus and rotated them while applying the ointment, I felt a strange pleasure spreading through me. This made me walk into the clinic each time with a mixture of fear and anticipation. It was an evening after a week of treatment. Work kept me a little late, and when I arrived at the clinic, it was already almost dark. My father-in-law, wearing reading glasses, was quietly reading the newspaper. Seeing me come in, he quickly got up to greet me, then drew the curtains and locked the door. I naturally put down my backpack and walked into the treatment room. Everything seemed perfectly in sync. My father-in-law prepared, while I lay on the bed, lifted my skirt, and took off my underwear. As I naturally spread my legs, my father-in-law moved the light to illuminate my lower body. Strangely, he didn't say anything today, so I didn't dare to make a sound. We completed the entire process of vaginal application, turning over, and anal medication in this silent atmosphere. When I heard my father-in-law packing up the tray, I knew the treatment was over. I turned over, pulling my skirt down as I asked, "Dad, are my... symptoms much better?"
"Of course it's much better, otherwise all our treatment this week would have been a waste, right? Look, at least from the outside it looks much better, and the smell of your discharge is much more normal now."
My father-in-law said, taking my underwear from the foot of the bed and smelling it exaggeratedly again. Then he tore off a panty liner and examined it under the light. I quickly grabbed the underwear and put it on my legs. "Well... I remember you said the first time that my symptoms inside were quite subtle. Could it be... that it's getting infected deeper?"
My father-in-law, holding the floor lamp that was being moved away, asked with some concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling very uncomfortable inside?"
"I don't know, it's just... it doesn't feel as itchy outside, but when I apply the medicine, I feel a hot, itchy feeling inside. I don't know... if it's still getting infected deeper?"
"Oh, well... Linlin, let me examine you more carefully."
Upon hearing this, I had no choice but to pull down my half-on underwear again, roll up my skirt to my waist, and then lie flat with my legs apart. My father-in-law sat down, supporting my knees, and looked at me. Then he took a cushion: "Here, Linlin, put this under you." I lifted my buttocks so my father-in-law could put the cushion under me, which naturally raised my vulva a little, and my buttocks were suspended above the cushion. My father-in-law adjusted the angle of the light and then reached out to spread my labia. I tried my best to cooperate and spread my thighs as wide as possible so that my father-in-law could see more clearly. Because the treatment had already ended, my father-in-law did not wear gloves this time. The original cool and slippery feeling turned into a warm and somewhat rough friction. I could feel my father-in-law first inserting one finger into my vagina and rotating it, then inserting another finger, and then two fingers. His fingers stretched my vaginal opening until it felt tight, then he began to dilate it and carefully touch the vaginal walls. As his fingers penetrated deeper, I trembled involuntarily. Then I felt him turn his hand over, and two fingers pressed deeply into the entrance of my cervix. With a gentle touch, as his fingers withdrew, whether intentionally or unintentionally, they pressed lightly and deeply against a spot above my vagina. I cried out as if struck by lightning, and my legs clamped tightly around his arms. His other hand gently stroked from my knees to my toes, which were clad in short stockings. He then held my knees and helped me spread my legs again before withdrawing his fingers. "Mmm, uh..." I let out a long breath and wiped the fine sweat from my forehead. My father-in-law asked with concern, "Child, does it hurt a little?"
"No...no, I don't know...it's just a little, um..." I couldn't describe the feeling, but it definitely wasn't pain, because I had never experienced that feeling before. Of course I didn't know, it was because my father-in-law's fingers had touched the most sensitive G-spot inside a woman's vagina. My father-in-law wiped my vaginal opening with a cotton ball, and then said kindly, "Child, bear with it a little longer. You see, the medicine we just applied has already come out. Let me check again so we can reapply the medicine."
I knew that what came out must be vaginal secretions, because the feeling of the examination just now was completely different from the previous times. It was absolutely impossible for it not to have given me physiological stimulation. My father-in-law must have said it was melted ointment to avoid embarrassing me. At this moment, I just lay there limply, spreading my legs and letting my father-in-law examine me however he wanted. This time, my father-in-law grabbed my toes, which were covered in stockings, with one hand, and two fingers easily inserted deep into my vagina. The insertion of my father-in-law's fingers made me groan again. Perhaps feeling that it had gone in too deep, the fingers quickly withdrew, and then hesitated at my vaginal opening: "Child, does it hurt?"
"Hoo..." As my father-in-law's fingers withdrew, I breathed a sigh of relief. When he asked me what I should say, it wasn't just pain; it was clearly another round of sexual stimulation. Seeing that I had calmed down and my body was gradually relaxing, my father-in-law once again parted my labia, seemingly trying very hard to widen my vaginal opening. I obediently opened my thighs as wide as possible, allowing his fingers to enter my vagina and explore something from the outside in, circling around my vaginal walls. Unconsciously, my father-in-law's fingers went deeper and deeper. He explored the depths of my vagina with his fingertips for a long time, seemingly feeling that he had reached the bottom, before slowly withdrawing his fingers. Just when I felt that my father-in-law's fingers were about to withdraw to the vaginal opening and I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he entered even deeper again, reaching straight to the cervix.
This was clearly no longer a simple examination or mere touching. As my father-in-law's fingers moved in and out more frequently, I gradually experienced the rhythm of sexual intercourse. This force and frequency gave me an unprecedented feeling of comfort and stimulation. This time, I couldn't help but moan. Suddenly, I felt my father-in-law's fingers stop moving inside my vagina, but they didn't withdraw either. I subconsciously twisted my waist, but the fingers inside my vagina still didn't move. I then consciously moved my buttocks down, my body language seemingly prompting my father-in-law. So, those two fingers moved and pressed against that crucial spot on the upper part of my vaginal wall. Under the stimulation of my father-in-law's fingers, an unprecedented pleasure spread from my lower body to my entire body. My body trembled involuntarily, and I felt a surge of heat gushing out of my vagina as if it were about to drown those two fingers.
I don't know how much time passed, but when I regained consciousness from the spasms, I was alone, curled up on the bed in the treatment room, my whole body limp and without any strength to recall what had just happened. I asked myself: Was that the legendary orgasm?
A wave of shame and sorrow washed over me. As a woman married for many years, my first orgasm was actually under my father-in-law's fingers... Sigh, how am I going to leave this room? How am I going to face my father-in-law?
Just as I was at a loss, my father-in-law's voice came from the other room: "Linlin, are you up? I've reapplied the ointment to you..."
"Yes, I'm up, Dad..." I replied, quickly grabbing my underwear from the foot of the bed. I immediately noticed a new sanitary pad stuck to my crotch. My heart warmed. I put on my underwear, straightened my skirt, and quietly walked out. My
father-in-law had finished getting ready. When he saw me come out, his eyes were full of affection as he looked at me and smiled, saying, "Child, your lesions are basically under control. Don't worry, let's go home."
(VII)
I followed my father-in-law silently, without saying a word. Fortunately, we were walking in the dark of night, so my father-in-law couldn't see my blushing cheeks. When we got home, my mother-in-law had already prepared dinner. She was wondering why I had come back with my father-in-law tonight. I could only say that I was delayed by something at the company and happened to meet my father-in-law at the entrance of the community. After dinner, I didn't sit in the living room to watch TV with my father-in-law. I locked myself in the bedroom early and lay on the bed. I couldn't help but recall that blissful feeling. It was my father-in-law who gave me such a strong pleasure. This double stimulation made me blush again. I couldn't help but bury my burning cheeks in the soft pillow.
I woke up groggily to find a pillow tightly clamped between my legs, and the panty liner on my underwear was soaked. When I ate breakfast, I noticed my father-in-law wasn't home; I knew he must be waiting for me at the clinic. After breakfast, I took a shower and changed into a new set of underwear and clothes. For some reason, I, who rarely wears makeup, deliberately put on light makeup before heading to my father-in-law's clinic. My body felt light, but my heart was a little uneasy. When I arrived at the clinic, my father-in-law had already finished cleaning, and everything seemed normal. I softly called out, "Dad, good morning..." and then lowered my head as I walked into the treatment room. I was used to taking off my pants and getting into bed, but today it felt a little awkward. My first orgasm was actually brought to me on this small bed by my father-in-law's fingers. Thinking about this, I was so ashamed that I didn't know how to face my father-in-law. As the outer door closed, I knew my father-in-law should be coming in. Because I was wearing a long skirt today, I deliberately lifted the hem to cover my face. My father-in-law came in and asked with some surprise, "Linlin, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
I stammered under the hem of my skirt, "No, I... I'm fine..." As I spoke, I lifted my buttocks, pulled down my underwear, and opened my legs consciously in the direction where my father-in-law was sitting. Seeing that I was embarrassed and covered my face, my father-in-law patted my calf, "Come on, turn over. We'll put medicine on your anus first today."
"Hmm..." I responded, still covering my head as I rolled over and knelt on the treatment bed. I thought to myself that my father-in-law must have noticed my embarrassment, which was why he deliberately started from behind. His hands were very light but cool. I felt him apply some ointment around my anus, then insert a finger into my anus and lightly rub it around twice before withdrawing it. My father-in-law patted my feet: "Alright, now it's time for the front."
After turning over, my skirt was rolled up around my stomach. I was considering whether to pull it down or leave it as is when my father-in-law began his treatment. I lay down obediently. After the rectal medication, I felt much calmer. However, although I didn't cover my face with the skirt again, facing my father-in-law, who had given me an orgasm yesterday, and opening my legs again, I still didn't feel as relaxed as before. I couldn't help but close my eyes in embarrassment, my shy expression like that of a newlywed bride. My father-in-law nudged my knees, signaling me to spread my legs. This time, he barely touched my genitals. I just felt waves of warm breath coming from me. It definitely wasn't the heat from the light. The strange feeling made my nerves unusually sensitive. Then my father-in-law went straight to the point, familiar with... He skillfully performed the procedure, first separating my labia and applying the ointment, then opening my vaginal opening and inserting a finger. Although his movements were careful and gentle, they still brought me waves of intense stimulation. I tried my best to control myself from moaning. Soon it was all over, and I felt sweat beading on my forehead again. My father-in-law packed up the tray and told me that I didn't need the injection anymore, which meant that my condition was basically under control. The tension and shyness from before vanished, and I happily left the clinic. No more injections, but the medication couldn't be stopped. After get off work, I went to my father-in-law's clinic as usual. I arrived early today, and after all the patients had left, my father-in-law looked at me and joked, "Our Linlin looks great today."
"Hehe... Of course, you'll get better soon without injections." I made a face at my father-in-law, pretending to be playful, but deep down, I felt a strange mix of nervousness and anticipation. I didn't dare to think about it or understand why. Seeing my father-in-law turn on the light, close the door, and draw the curtains, I headed towards the treatment room. My father-in-law quickly followed. I casually asked, "Dad, should we treat the front or the back first today?"
He was clearly taken aback. He stared at me, and when I lowered my head to avoid his gaze, he said, "Let's treat the back first." Even though it was a clinic, and I treated my father-in-law like a doctor, I was still embarrassed to directly use words like anus, buttocks, and vagina. My father-in-law was just like me. As I stood by the bed, talking about what was going on, I took off my skirt for the first time in front of my father-in-law, then my underwear. Now, except for the flesh-colored stockings on my feet, I was completely naked from the waist down. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my father-in-law wasn't preparing a tray as usual, but was staring intently at my undressing. I felt a little amused, but mostly nervous. I calmed my racing heart and slowly climbed onto the small bed, kneeling down with my back to him, my white buttocks raised high. I didn't know why I was so bold and at ease doing all this; perhaps it was because my father-in-law had given me a rare orgasm yesterday. At this moment, amidst my shyness and bashfulness, I felt a tacit, unspoken wantonness.
"Oh..." Just as my thoughts were racing, my father-in-law's fingers were already inserted into my anus. There was no touching, no kneading, just a straight insertion, and I could feel it going in very, very deep today. "Daddy...it's swollen, inside...it's so swollen..."
"Hmm, child, relax. The anus is already flat. Let me feel inside again to see if there's anything left."
My father-in-law said, his finger already stirring inside my anus, gradually pushing deeper. I felt my anus was stretched very tight, and my anus felt swollen and uncomfortable. But this discomfort wasn't pain; it was a kind of fullness and stimulation I'd never experienced before, even a feeling of needing to defecate. I nervously held my breath, gritting my teeth to suppress the oppressive urge to defecate, truly worried that I wouldn't be able to control it and that an unexpected and embarrassing scene would occur. He probed, applied medicine, and his finger went in and out of my anus, several times clearly penetrating very deeply. However, I was gradually getting used to his "magic finger." When my father-in-law withdrew his finger for the last time, the feeling of fullness in my intestines and the swelling in my anus disappeared. I felt a strange emptiness inside, and suddenly felt a strong urge to fart, but I managed to hold it in. My father-in-law patted my bottom, wiping the yellowish-white mucus from his finger with an alcohol swab, and said, "Okay, come on, turn over, we'll treat the front now."
I breathed a sigh of relief and obediently turned over, my heart filled with anticipation for the treatment to come. An uncontrollable urge seemed to surge within me. I didn't know what awaited me—a calm treatment or a thrilling experience? I didn't know what I was expecting…
(8)
After throwing away the cotton ball, my father-in-law went to the sink and carefully washed his hands. I lay quietly, naked from the waist down. He told me that the lesions around my anus had basically healed, and that I just needed to observe them after applying the medicine today. As he spoke, he sat down on the chair by the bed. He looked at me lying flat on the bed, and I noticed that his gaze was consciously fixed on my bare, swollen mons pubis. Then he spread my legs and looked at my genitals. Next, he took an alcohol swab from a small bottle on the tray and held my feet up: "Come on, lift your legs up first."
I didn't know what my father-in-law was going to do . But I still obediently hugged my knees and curled my legs up. My father-in-law smiled and gestured for me to raise my legs higher. I straightened my legs and bent them with my arms, making a motion that seemed to be stretching my leg tendons. I was wondering why my father-in-law wanted me to do this today when suddenly, I felt a cool sensation around my anus. My father-in-law was wiping my anus, then he changed to a cotton ball and inserted it into my anus. The icy feeling stimulated me, and I hissed and gasped for breath. I saw that the cotton ball that my father-in-law threw into the waste tray had some yellowish stuff on it. I wondered if my father-in-law had just pulled out some poop from my anus? My face suddenly felt hot. "Okay, put your legs down and spread them apart."
Since my father-in-law brought me to orgasm yesterday, I was much more casual with him today and not so shy or pretentious. When my father-in-law told me to spread my legs, I naturally opened them for him.
My father-in-law moved his chair closer to my spread legs. I felt a little strange; he had never sat so close to my genitals before. This made my heart race, and I felt a mix of anticipation and excitement. The room was very quiet, so quiet we could almost hear each other's breathing. Suddenly, I felt a hand directly cover my vulva. Yes, instead of separating my labia and applying the ointment as usual, my father-in-law covered my entire vulva with his palm, then gently pressed and rubbed. His thick, warm palm pressed tightly against my bare vulva. As the pressure increased, his hand began to rub and separate my labia majora. His hand continued to move, as if... The Buddha stopped above my labia, his thumb seemingly pressing and probing inwards at the vaginal opening. Then, as if unintentionally, he gently rubbed my clitoris with his thumb. "Do you want it?" my father-in-law asked softly. By this time, I was extremely tense with his thumb pressing on my clitoris. I couldn't figure out his intentions and could only clench my fists, unsure how to answer. "Linlin, you had a lot of bleeding yesterday, and the ointment you applied all came off, you know?"
My father-in-law's words made me understand his meaning immediately: if I wanted to feel good again today, then it would have to wait until before the treatment. Yes, I wanted to... I really wanted to! But... how could I say something so shameful? Moreover, my father-in-law was pressing his fingers against my vaginal opening, kneading my clitoris while asking me if I wanted it. Wasn't he just waiting to make a fool of me? My father-in-law didn't stop what he was doing because I didn't answer his question. I could even feel his two fingers hovering around my vaginal opening, and his thumb pressing on my clitoris increased the pressure.
Under my father-in-law's constant stimulation, I could no longer control my burgeoning lust. I finally couldn't help but suppress a few moans. The pleasure emanating from my lower body made me gradually abandon my restraint. My inner feelings told me that I really wanted to experience that kind of orgasm I had never experienced before, that feeling of my whole body convulsing, going limp and fainting. Although I didn't explicitly express my thoughts, my body was honest. When my father-in-law's fingers tentatively hovered at the entrance of my vagina, my buttocks involuntarily moved forward to chase after them, as if trying to devour the fingers that brought me pleasure. My father-in-law did not disappoint me. He smoothly inserted two fingers into my vagina. I cooperated by trying to open my legs wider. In fact, my thighs were already open to their limit, almost in a split position.
My father-in-law's fingers were thrusting in and out of my vagina as he stood up and walked towards me. I had my eyes closed, savoring the pleasure inside my vagina, when suddenly the bright light in front of me was blocked by something. I opened my eyes and saw my father-in-law standing beside me. I shyly turned my head away, not wanting him to see my embarrassment. My father-in-law seemed to smile, and he gradually increased the rhythm of his movements, which made the stimulation in my lower body increasingly intense. I couldn't help but raise my hips to meet and cooperate with my father-in-law's fingers thrusting in and out of my vagina. Just as I felt that same pleasure from deep within my vagina as yesterday... Just as the trembling in my lower body was about to return, my father-in-law suddenly stopped thrusting and quickly withdrew his fingers. The feeling of being suddenly thrown into the air made me involuntarily scream "Ah!" the moment he pulled his fingers out. I opened my eyes abruptly and found my father-in-law staring at me. In that moment of surprise, I didn't know how to hide my flustered state. My father-in-law pulled up a chair and sat down beside me, gently stroking the stray hairs on my forehead with one hand, and tenderly caressing my already wet and warm vulva with the other. "It's been hard on you, child. Our family and Zhihang have given you too little. Now..." "This is the prime of a woman's life, but yesterday I could tell you hadn't even experienced a basic orgasm. Sigh… Dad's been there, I know a woman without sexual pleasure is incomplete, but… I feel like I'm committing a crime by doing this."
My father-in-law looked at me with kind eyes, and I felt both ashamed and wronged by his words. I didn't know how to answer, so I just shook my head, then reached out and pressed down on his hand that was caressing my genitals, while simultaneously clamping my legs tightly around his arm. "Hmm…" "...I know what you mean..." My father-in-law's hand, which I had been holding between my legs, began to move, searching for the entrance to my vagina. "Daddy will satisfy you one more time today, but we can't do this
again, okay? Child, it's all Zhihang's fault, it's Daddy's fault..." Looking at my father-in-law, whose temples were already quite gray, a sudden surge of warmth and affection welled up in my heart. I seemed to force a stiff smile at him, nodding gently, then shaking my head hopelessly. I still held onto the arm that my father-in-law had extended into my lower body, squeezed my thighs together tightly, and then spread my legs wide.
My father-in-law, of course, sensed the message I was conveying. He no longer paid attention to my expression, but instead touched my already wet vulva a couple of times, and then easily inserted two fingers back into my vagina.
Unlike yesterday, my father-in-law's hand, which had been stroking my forehead, slipped inside the collar of my shirt, which was unbuttoned at the top. Without hesitating outside my bra, he lifted it and touched my breast. I gasped again, instinctively grabbing his hand that was already pinching my nipple. "Relax, child… have a good time, relax, relax…" Under his soothing touch, I gradually released his grip, closing my eyes to focus on the pleasure he was giving me. This time, his fingers thrust in and out of my vagina with great intensity, occasionally plunging above the vaginal wall—the very spot that had given me such ecstasy yesterday. Fang pressed repeatedly, his hand kneading my breasts with great force. I could feel my full breasts changing shape under his large hands, and my nipples, constantly being kneaded by my father-in-law's fingers, hardened. With the continuous stimulation of his double-handed techniques, I felt waves of volcanic eruption surging through my lower body. The tingling, itchy, and numbing sensation deep inside my vagina made me spasm uncontrollably. The strong contractions of my vagina made me feel an uncontrollable urge to urinate, as if this pressure was being released through my vagina to my entire body. Although I could hear my own increasingly loud moans, my body was filled with nothing but intense pleasure. A series of spasms came, and I lost all other senses. When I regained consciousness and my mind gradually cleared, I felt, as if in a dream, my father-in-law wiping my genitals. I must have leaked a lot of fluid earlier… At that moment, I was so languid that I didn't want to move at all. After cleaning me, my father-in-law began applying medicine. I don't know how he managed to apply the medicine, because I was so limp that I couldn't even lift my legs. After he finished, he took a blanket and covered me with it, gently saying, "Child, rest well for a while before we go home." Then he turned off the TV. I turned off the glaring treatment light, closed the door, and went to the outer room. I don't know how long I lay there, but when I tried to get up to find my underwear, I realized my father-in-law had already dressed me. I got up, straightened my clothes, and swayed as I walked out of the treatment room. I saw my father-in-law wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper. Hearing me come out, he put down the newspaper and looked at me kindly. My face flushed again. I picked up my bag, gently said to him, "Dad, thank you!" and walked out of the clinic with my head down. Yes, that thank you came from the bottom of my heart. I am truly grateful to my father-in-law. He brought joy and passion to my lonely life. He has let me experience being... For a woman to enjoy the pleasure of orgasm (Part 9)
In the subsequent treatment, my father-in-law kept his promise, and each application of medicine was done meticulously and according to regulations. There were no more "accidents" between us. After about another week of treatment, my father-in-law carefully examined my perianal area and vagina, and then told me, somewhat exaggeratedly, "Child, today I can announce to you that our Linlin has recovered completely, and our treatment is completely over."
This was certainly good news for me, but as I walked out of the clinic, I suddenly felt a sense of loss spreading through me, and my mood instantly plummeted. Time just slowly slipped away like that. As a woman, it's impossible to say I don't want that kind of thing. It was okay before, but ever since I experienced the pleasure of orgasm, that feeling often keeps me tossing and turning at night, especially around my period or after some sensory stimulation. My desire is even stronger then. But I'm a pretty traditional housewife, with a simple life and simple emotions. I've never had the opportunity, nor have I ever thought about seeking any extramarital excitement. Plus, this inexplicable illness has made me have a natural resistance and fear of other men. My father-in-law is the closest person to me; he's the man I interact with the most in my life, especially after experiencing this illness and treatment. After the treatment, my relationship with my father-in-law became noticeably closer than before, and he showed me even more care and affection. However, I never imagined that we would have any intimate relations. About a month after the treatment ended, on a sunny weekend, I woke up from my afternoon nap. My mother-in-law had taken my daughter to the amusement park, and I was bored at home alone. Too lazy to go with them, I put on a DVD. The movie contained many explicit sexual scenes, and before I even finished watching it, I felt a restless rush of blood through my body, and waves of desire surged in my lower abdomen. I paced restlessly around the room, and finally mustered the courage to... My father-in-law hung up the phone: "Dad...are you busy right now? Oh...I...I feel a little itchy, um...or down there...I don't know, it's nothing, um, I'll come right now..."
I could tell from the phone that my father-in-law was even more nervous than I was, because genital warts really can recur. He anxiously told me to go to the clinic for a checkup as soon as possible. After hanging up, my heart started pounding. I drank some warm water to calm myself down and went out to the clinic. There were no patients at the clinic, only an old man from a nearby shop chatting with my father-in-law. When my father-in-law saw that my face was flushed, he saw the old man out while asking me if I had a fever.
I nodded hesitantly, then shook my head. My father-in-law reached out and touched my forehead. "There's no fever. Go to the inner room, we'll check you out first..."
I nodded and went into the treatment room. My father-in-law closed the door and came in. Seeing me still sitting on the bed, fully dressed, he looked at me strangely. "Come on, lie down."
I unzipped my jeans in front of him. He seemed to want to look away, but I didn't hesitate and took off my pants, including my underwear. When I lay on the treatment bed in that familiar position, my earlier courage seemed to vanish instantly. I felt uncomfortable and silently berated myself: What am I doing? Can't stand being alone?
My father-in-law didn't notice my emotional fluctuations. He adjusted the lights, pulled up a chair, and sat between my spread legs. From my lying position, I could still see his actions. He stared at my genitals for a while, then leaned down and brought his body close to my vulva. A warm breath wafted over me; he was practically sniffing my vulva. I was so nervous I almost closed my legs to trap his head, but I didn't dare move. I had a sudden feeling that my father-in-law was about to kiss my vulva, but ultimately, my premonition didn't come true. My father-in-law shook his head and sat up: "Linlin, when did the symptoms appear?"
"I...it should be, yesterday..." I answered somewhat flusteredly. My father-in-law didn't ask anything more. Instead of checking and applying medicine as usual, he took an alcohol swab and gently wiped my labia and perineum down to my anus. A cool, itchy sensation came over me, and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. It felt particularly stimulating. Then I could feel my father-in-law checking me inside and out: "Where does it itch?"
"It seems... a little further in, um..."
My father-in-law parted my labia and inserted a finger, but he neither rotated nor pressed it; he merely observed and touched the vaginal opening before quickly withdrawing it. He stopped examining me, his tone somewhat serious: "Let me see your underwear."
I handed him the underwear from beside my pillow, guiltily lowering my head, not daring to look at him. I must have been quite wet after watching DVDs at home; the dampness on my underwear said it all. My father-in-law flipped open the underwear, smelled it, and then handed it back to me: "Okay, put it on. You seem a little nervous. It should be fine. I have an appointment with a patient later; you can go home now." He then walked out.
My father-in-law must have read my mind. I awkwardly put on my pants, feeling a mix of disappointment, anger, and mostly shame and remorse. On the way home, my mind was in turmoil. I didn't know if I had made a mistake, and whether I could still get along harmoniously with my father-in-law in the future. Actually, I just wanted my father-in-law to help me, to help me experience that ecstatic pleasure again, to help me reach that longed-for climax. Sigh, being a woman who's supposed to be a widow while also upholding traditional virtues is really not easy. My father-in-law didn't satisfy me, making me feel like a sexually frustrated, unfulfilled woman. When he came home that night, it was as if nothing had happened. He didn't ask about my "condition" at all, but instead, as usual, played with his granddaughter, watched TV, and then went to rest. Although I didn't get the climax I wanted, his routine check-up and touching still relieved some of my tension and anxiety. When I lay in bed, I felt much calmer. From then on, I never dared to make any excuses to let my father-in-law give me stimulation and satisfaction again. (clt2014 Gold Coins +19, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!)

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