The beauty urgently needed to urinate

This happened three years ago, before my wife and I divorced. She had a close friend named Jiang Xiaoling who often came to our house. The two women were always chattering and laughing, as if they had endless private conversations.
That day was Sunday, and I slept in until after 11 a.m. After washing up, I was about to go downstairs to the clinic.
I had only opened the bedroom door halfway when I saw Xiaoling standing at the bathroom door outside the living room, banging on the door.
"Hurry, hurry! Please, Jialin, I... I can't hold it in anymore!" The beautiful woman seemed really anxious.
"My stomach hurts so much too... I'm sorry... um—just two more minutes..."
My wife really had no ladylike manners, actually making loud "um—" sounds from inside. Ugh!
Just as I was about to tell Xiaoling, who was in a hurry to pee, to go to the bathroom inside the bedroom, I suddenly remembered that my wife had mentioned before that Xiaoling had a problem with urinary incontinence. Seeing this usually refined and virtuous young woman now somewhat out of control, clutching her lower body with both hands, her legs tightly pressed together, her plump buttocks swaying in her tight jeans, I suddenly felt a pang of itch, an inexplicable urge to peep and tease her rising
within me. So I closed the door again, leaving only a crack, and peered at the woman who desperately needed to urinate. The devil in my heart kept shouting, "Leak it, pee it! Hehe... Leak it, leak it! Incontinence, incontinence!"
Perhaps Satan has better ears than God, and he heard my inner cry, making my dream come true.
"Jialin, open it quickly..."
The young woman leaned against the bathroom door, her cries growing weaker. Then, she covered herself tightly between her legs, her body tensing, her legs ceasing their intertwining motion, remaining firmly pressed together—was this the show I wanted to see?
Sure enough, I noticed her alluring, round buttocks, encased in jeans, stopped moving, and a wet patch appeared in her enticing crotch. Soon, the wet patch spread rapidly like ink splashes in a Chinese painting, creating two suggestive, wet, deep blue patches on the inside of her pale blue, faded jeans.
When the wet patch almost reached her calves, the young woman felt the sticky discomfort and hurriedly spread her legs, bending over, using her thumbs and index fingers to pull up the taut fabric on the inside of her legs, while frantically and shyly glancing around.
She looked both comical and erotic!
Seeing her warily looking towards the bedroom, I quickly slipped behind the door.
In the brief moment she turned around and I slipped away, through the crack in the door, I saw a delicate face flushed red, like a little girl who had done something wrong—innocent, shy, and flustered, not at all like a mature woman in her thirties.
Although I had encountered many female patients with urinary incontinence before, that day was the first time I realized how charmingly beautiful a shy woman with incontinence could be!
From then on, I became obsessed with women with incontinence—of course, beautiful women with incontinence!
But now, looking back, that "beauty" was enhanced in my mind because of incontinence. For example, Jiang Xiaoling wasn't as pretty as my wife, but during our subsequent treatments and interactions, when she was shyly incontinent, I found her a hundred times more beautiful than my wife or any other woman.
Men, being strange creatures by nature,
nowadays, it's necessary to give everyone a basic education: what is urinary incontinence?
It's actually quite simple—urinary incontinence refers to the inability to control urination while conscious, resulting in involuntary leakage of urine.
As for the causes, there are some differences between men and women. To accommodate you perverts, I'll discuss the causes of urinary incontinence in women separately.
There are many causes of urinary incontinence in women. According to Western medicine, there are four main types: 1. Bladder infection, damage during childbirth, some neurological diseases (such as multiple sclerosis), or previous medication use; 2. Weakened pelvic floor muscle contraction and urethral wall atrophy; 3. Damage to the bladder sphincter, causing leakage of urine due to abdominal pressure when the patient coughs, sneezes, laughs, jumps, climbs stairs, or lifts heavy objects; this is also called pressure incontinence; 4. Another type is "bladder hypersensitivity," where the sphincter itself is intact, but urination is very urgent, often resulting in leakage before reaching the toilet. This fourth situation is mostly psychological.
From a Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) perspective, it's quite mystical, involving things like deficiency of internal organs, decline of the kidney's fire, damp-heat accumulation and impaired qi transformation, blood stasis in the lower abdomen and weak bladder qi. I won't go into those esoteric details here.
In recent decades, with the accelerated pace of life and increased work pressure, the number of women suffering from urinary incontinence has been increasing year by year, now accounting for more than 20% of adults. Statistics from the American Urological Association show that more than half of women have experienced urinary incontinence to varying degrees, and nearly half of these women experience a significant impact on their quality of life.
In short… well, let's put it this way, if there are any female readers here, please don't think I'm exaggerating—if you experience involuntary urination when coughing, exercising, or laughing, or if you feel the urge to urinate frequently, urinate significantly more often, or sometimes urinate suddenly before you can find a toilet, you should be wary that you may have female urinary incontinence!
Remember to come see Dr. Xu, he specializes in treating female urinary incontinence, hehe...
There are many treatment methods for female urinary incontinence, including behavioral therapy, physical therapy, Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine, and surgery. This article will focus on treatment methods related to Dr. Xu's expertise, and those that you lecherous folks might be interested in, such as pelvic floor muscle exercises, bladder function exercises, pelvic biofeedback therapy, acupuncture, electrical stimulation, etc.
If you're eager to know the details, read on patiently; I'll explain them to you one by one.
In the following days, while chatting with my wife, I "casually" mentioned the problem of female urinary incontinence and even gave a few examples of cases I had cured. Of course, these were true stories, but I slightly "embellished" the severity of the patients' conditions and the effectiveness of the treatments.
What I said was "unintentional," but the listener took it to heart. Two days later, a shy young woman with urinary incontinence came to my clinic—of course, it was my wife's friend, Jiang Xiaoling.
At first, because we were already quite familiar with each other, she seemed quite natural. But when I mentioned my purpose, she blushed and stammered for a while before finally explaining—"Actually, I just came to treat urinary incontinence, which was all part of my plan, haha."
Following Dr. Xu's usual practice of enticing women, I first gave her a detailed explanation of the pathology and causes of female urinary incontinence, emphasizing its harmfulness while also pointing out its high incidence and prevalence. The goal was to make her feel that although the condition seemed minor, it was very harmful and absolutely needed treatment, but without making her overly ashamed, as many women have this problem to some extent, and I had cured many such patients, thus creating a certain dependence on my treatment.
By reviewing her past medical records, taking her medical history, and feeling her pulse, I basically understood her condition and its cause, which was likely a lingering effect from childbirth nine years ago. Like many postpartum women, she only suffered temporary damage to her bladder sphincter or pelvic floor muscles, which actually healed gradually after childbirth. However, due to psychological fear of urinary frequency and incontinence before and after childbirth, she developed bladder hypersensitivity. When she felt anxious, she was afraid, and when she was afraid, she leaked.
Having this in mind, I could begin my "seduction journey."
A series of seemingly true but actually false principles left Xiaoling confused and somewhat bewildered, but it was clear she trusted me quite a bit. However, Xiaoling and I had never been alone together like this before, and we were talking about the embarrassing issue of urinary incontinence for women. Even though she was 32 years old and married for ten years, she was too embarrassed to look me in the eye; and our usually familiar relationship only made the atmosphere more awkward.
When I asked her to lie down on the examination bed for further examination, she seemed hesitant, her eyes unconsciously glancing at the open door.
I suddenly realized what was going on and hurriedly explained while teasing, "Don't be afraid, you don't need to take your pants off. This isn't a gynecology clinic, hehe... Look, there's a curtain here! Hey Xiaoling, you're a year younger than Jialin, right? Logically, you should call me brother-in-law. As the saying goes, half of a sister-in-law's butt belongs to her brother-in-law..."
"You're going to die!" Xiaoling glared at me with her beautiful eyes and threw a small fist at me. "Just wait until I tell Jialin about you, then you'll be kneeling on the washboard! Hehe..."
With a punch and a scolding, the awkward atmosphere instantly disappeared. As I turned to pull the curtain, the beauty had already obediently gotten into bed—the examination bed! You guys must have gotten the wrong idea again, hehe!
While performing a routine internal medicine palpation on her soft abdomen, I tried to use a gentle tone to ask questions and chat, creating a relaxed and warm atmosphere. This kind of palpation is extremely common in ordinary times, but when I encounter a young married woman I admire, my heart naturally stirs, especially with this wife I previously dared not covet but now willingly walk into my trap.
After the basic examination, I massaged all the acupoints on her body (except for the breasts and genitals), finally discovering Xiaoling's sensitive areas beyond her sexual characteristics: the back of her shoulders, lower back, inner thighs, and soles of her feet, with the lower back being the most sensitive.
Finally, I had her bend her legs into an M-shape, saying I would use traditional Chinese medicine acupoints to test the severity of her condition—of course, it was nonsense. But Xiaoling still obediently bent her legs, though a hint of shyness flashed across her face when I spread her knees.
Xiaoling was still wearing the same light blue jeans she had worn a few days ago. The M-shaped leg bend, combined with the elasticity of the tight fabric, revealed her full thighs and round buttocks, and the bulge in her crotch made my "Little Dr. Xu" below jump up.
"Calm down, calm down..." I silently chanted to myself, and began to "test" Xiaoling's condition on various acupoints on her legs.
"Xiaoling, relax a little, don't tense your muscles so much."
Seeing the embarrassed expression on Xiaoling's face again, I started to use casual conversation and questions to help her relax: "Actually, it's not that serious. Didn't you say it only happens three or four times a month? It's easy to treat, I'll take care of it. But... there's a condition. You can't call me Bowen anymore, you have to call me brother-in-law, understand?"
"Pah, dream on!"
"Then I won't treat you, and I'll make you wet your pants every day!"
"You dare! But Jialin sent me—" Jiaojiao's voice stopped abruptly because I pressed my two thumbs heavily on the groin on both sides of her vulva.
"Don't move, feel it, do you feel any soreness?"
Of course! With that much force, it would hurt everywhere, hehe.
"Mmm." Xiaoling's face was flushed, I didn't know if it was from pain or embarrassment.
"When was the last time you leaked urine?" I continued to press on her groin and slowly moved along the outer edge of her vulva, making the plump labia between her thighs bulge even more.
"Four...five days...yes, it was last Sunday, I think. It was all because of your Jialin, who was hogging the bathroom, and I couldn't hold it in anymore..."
"Hmm, it's not serious. I'll write you a prescription later, and you can go to my clinic today to have Xiao Lu pick it up for you. However, the effectiveness of Chinese medicine varies from person to person. For your condition, the most important thing is muscle recovery exercises. Hmm...how about this, I'll teach you a few exercises first. You need to practice them every day in conjunction with the Chinese medicine, and the effect will be much better. The first one is actually very simple, which is to urinate at a set time. How often do you usually urinate now?"
"Usually every two hours, hmm...but sometimes, I feel more frequently, I always feel like I need to urinate...going to the toilet, it seems like I have to urinate every half hour...once a time. When there's a queue at the public toilet, it gets even more urgent, the more I think about it, the more urgent it gets, and sometimes I can't help but leak a little bit, it's really annoying..."
Xiaoling seemed a little shy when talking about "urination" to a man.
"It's a little more frequent than normal. This method is really just one word—endure. You usually urinate every two hours, so starting tomorrow, urinate every two and a half hours. Try to urinate at this prescribed time unless you absolutely can't hold it in anymore, understand?"
I deliberately avoided using the doctor's term "urinate" and instead used the slightly suggestive "pee," so I could enjoy the blush on the young woman's face. "Keep doing this for about a month, then extend it to every three hours, then continue for another month, gradually extending it until it's close to the normal frequency. This is to train you to consciously control the sensory stimulation of your bladder, rebuilding the cerebral cortex's control over bladder function... Sigh, there's no point in explaining these medical theories to you, just practice according to my method."
"What kind of impatient doctor are you? Humph, I'll tell Jialin, you're just giving me the runaround!" Xiaoling, feigning anger, twisted her body slightly, and the bulge between her lower abdomen and thighs emitted a faint feminine fragrance, stimulating my lower abdomen to feel hot.
"Stop using your sister to threaten your brother-in-law! You're not acting like a proper sister-in-law! ... This second method is called pelvic floor muscle training, which involves contracting the pelvic floor muscles, right here, try contracting it..."
Since the atmosphere had become more relaxed, I naturally pressed my thumb against her anus.
"Hmm..." She seemed to be about to say something, but when I pressed her, she stopped abruptly, her whole body tensed, and her buttocks clenched, almost trapping my thumb. Looks like she's quite sensitive to anal stimulation, hehe.
"No, I didn't tell you to clench your butt, I told you to do Kegel exercises, understand? Pull your anus in... Yes, right... Hold on, hold each time for ten seconds, do thirty repetitions each time, three times a day... Oops, wrong again, look, you've even stuck my finger inside your butt!"
"Ugh..."
"Don't worry, I'll teach you something more fun, called pubococcygeus muscle exercise. It involves actively interrupting urination during the process, holding it for a few seconds, and then continuing. Ideally, you should forcibly stop urinating when you feel the most urge, interrupting at least three times in one go. This helps restore the function of the urethral sphincter, got it?"
"Fun? What kind of exercise is this... Are you kidding me?"
"How could I dare? Besides, would your brother-in-law harm you? This is the result of research by a urologist! Many of my patients have tried it, and the effects are remarkable! Because the causes of urinary incontinence are very complex, some are due to pelvic floor muscles, some to urethral muscles, bladder muscles, and some are a combination of factors. You'd better practice all three methods. Trust your brother-in-law, there are only benefits and no harm, okay?"
"Okay." Xiaoling responded, her lower body twisting impatiently. After a while, she stammered, "I... I need to... go to the toilet now. Let go, let me go first, okay?"
"No peeing!" How could I let go of this golden opportunity? I put on a serious expression, continued to apply pressure to her groin with one hand, and gently massaged her soft abdomen with the other: "Now is the perfect time to exercise your bladder muscles. With my expert guidance on the spot, you should be secretly happy, hehe..."
"No, it's urgent..." She felt an urge to urinate as soon as she mentioned it, a typical case of bladder sensitivity!
"Don't move, just think of one word: endure! Tell yourself, I can do it, I can endure it... Then start thinking about other things, or talk to me about something else. Let me think... Oh right, how's A-Ming been lately? He hasn't come to visit in a long time. You have to keep an eye on him, men his age are the most charming, and he's a star at work..."
I wanted to distract her with a joke, but this playful remark seemed to touch a chord deep within Xiaoling's heart, causing her expression to darken slightly. She hesitated, then closed her beautiful eyes, letting me gently massage and press her abdomen and groin.
Slowly, a faint blush rose on Xiaoling's face, and her breath from her small, beautiful nostrils smelled sweet.
"You must endure it, remember, every minute you endure is victory!" I encouraged her, bending down even lower, bringing my nose closer to the young woman's bulging vulva.
"I...I really...need to go to the bathroom, please stop bothering me...let me go and come back, okay..."
I wish I hadn't said "endure," because the moment I did, Xiaoling started thinking about it again. Her body began to writhe, her legs desperately trying to close, her pleading voice trembling.
I ignored her pleas, pressing my hands against her waist, using my elbows to brace her legs and prevent her from closing them, repeating like a monk chanting sutras: "Don't rush, one more minute is success, perseverance is victory..."
My nose was getting closer and closer to the young woman's genitals, and I could clearly smell the increasingly strong female fragrance, a musky scent, and, well, the scent of urine about to fall.
"One more minute is success, one more minute is success... perseverance is victory... perseverance is victory..."
Watching the young woman's adorable expression as she helplessly squeezed and lifted her buttocks because she couldn't close her legs, I felt incredibly satisfied, and continued chanting sutras.
With a soft "pfft," Xiaoling finally laughed, "You're so annoying—you're like a broken record!"
But then, she cried out softly, "Ouch!" Her body trembled, and she frantically covered her crotch with both hands.
A miracle! Luck! The scene I'd been waiting for finally happened—because of her sudden laughter, the young woman who couldn't hold her urine leaked it right before my eyes!
Her swollen vulva, the crotch seam of her stretchy jeans deeply embedded in her slit, left a thin, wet stain with that sudden "pfft." Her hands covering it was merely a subconscious action of female shock and shame; it was utterly useless, especially since I was holding it tightly—a once-in-a-lifetime, wonderful moment, I'd regret it to death if I caught it!
Xiaoling's face flushed red as she strained to lift her buttocks, as if trying to hold back the urine.
But as the saying goes, spilled water can't be gathered up again, hehe!
I gripped her trembling hands tightly, feigning encouragement: "Hold on! You must hold on! Don't let it all go to waste!"
But I leaned lower and lower, my eyes fixed on the slowly spreading wet patch on the pale blue fabric, my nose secretly and greedily inhaling, as if trying to inhale the warm, slightly musky scent of the married woman's urine into my lungs.
The wet patch grew larger, painting a beautiful, palm-sized, deep blue pattern on the young woman's plump crotch.
When the wet patch expanded to her round buttocks, Xiaoling suddenly pushed herself up abruptly with both hands on the bed, her legs naturally clamping together, her knees touching my face. A sudden idea struck me; I deliberately cried out "Ouch!" as if I'd tripped and fallen, letting go of the bed frame, but my head lurched forward, my nose "accidentally" brushing against the young woman's plump flesh, my tongue "just in time" quickly licking the fragrant wetness on the fabric.
Instantly, my head buzzed, I felt almost faint with bliss.
At the same instant, I felt a sharp "smack" on my head.
"What are you doing—" After pushing my head away, Xiaoling jumped off the bed without a second thought. Before I could react, she had already dashed out of the clinic.
For a good half minute, I was immersed in bliss: to see a woman lose control of her bladder in front of you is already incredibly lucky, let alone a beautiful white-collar woman, let alone someone else's wife, let alone someone with her legs spread in an M-shape, clearly showing you the entire process of her incontinence—urine slowly seeping from her crotch until her crotch was completely soaked!
There are countless lustful men in the world, but only I, Dr. Xu, am so lucky!
But after that half minute of excitement, I immediately regretted my impulsiveness. How could I have been so unable to control myself? I've always prided myself on being a "master of seduction," even summarizing ten "don'ts" and ten "dos" for seduction. How could I have committed the first major taboo this time—being too hasty and alerting the enemy!
I'm filled with regret! It's not that I'm afraid Xiaoling will tell my wife—these things are usually hard to talk about—but rather that I regret letting the cooked duck fly away. Judging from the normal progress a few minutes ago, Xiaoling is a mature woman who is secretly passionate. With my skills, Dr. Xu, I would definitely have her in my grasp in time! But now, that thin veil that was about to be lifted has been thickly covered again.
I really need to slap myself!
Just as I was raising my hand, my phone rang. I looked at it, it was an unfamiliar number; I answered, it was a woman's voice; and upon closer listening, my heart leaped with joy.
"You big pervert! Listen to me, hurry up and buy a pair of pants. If you don't bring them within five minutes, I'll tell everyone what happened today..."
"No, no! I'll obey, my dear sister-in-law! But you have to tell me where you are!"
"Right next to you... in the toilet... hurry up!"
"Okay, okay, coming right away, you wait!"
Before I even hung up, I had already run out of the clinic and sprinted towards the finance office in Building B. As I ran, I thought to myself, it was truly a rollercoaster of emotions, a precious return after loss! Then I thought, a cooked duck can't fly away, hehe! With
a sense of relief, I could still smell the lingering fragrance on my nose and taste the salty freshness on my tongue.
A few minutes later, I grabbed the pants I'd borrowed from my colleague Guo Juan (I'm a genius for buying pants in five minutes!) and my usual face towel and ran to the women's restroom. I called out, and sure enough, a timid voice replied, "I'm here..."
"Nobody here, hurry up!" came the harsh command.
"Come in... which stall are you in... oh, this one? I've already handed it in, take it... here's another towel, wipe yourself..."
It was my first time in a women's restroom, and I was quite nervous.
After a few rustling sounds, the stall door finally opened. Xiaoling blushed when she saw me, then glared at me: "You, why are you still here!"
I realized I'd indeed lost my composure—I should have left immediately after handing over the pants, this was a women's restroom!
"Hehe... I was in such a hurry, I forgot..." I could only manage a sheepish laugh to cover it up.
After leaving the women's restroom, to avoid further embarrassment, I decisively took her hand and led her towards my clinic. Xiaoling exclaimed "Oh dear!" her face turning even redder, but she struggled to shake off my hand and had no choice but to obediently let me lead her.
Once inside the clinic, I took two medical books on urinary incontinence from my drawer and handed them to her. I had three intentions: 1. To show that I genuinely researched urinary incontinence, as I could easily find books on the subject; 2. To demonstrate my care and consideration for her; 3. So that when she read them at home, she would know that the exercise methods I mentioned earlier (especially the bladder muscle exercises that caused her leakage) were recommended by experts, and that I wasn't intentionally teasing her.
Only when she took the books did I release her hand, casually placing the damp towel she was holding on the table.
Something was wrong with the towel; it was dry just now, and why had it shrunk so much?
Upon closer inspection, oh no! A pair of black underwear! No wonder she blushed so much when I held her hand; I had even held her used, damp underwear in my hand!
Before Xiaoling could grab it back in her embarrassment, I had already decisively and swiftly confiscated her panties.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoling, my instruction just now was too hasty, causing you... to embarrass yourself. Let me make amends, this... I'll wash it for you. Next time you come for your appointment, I'll return it to you clean and fragrant, okay? Please give me a chance to forgive you, Xiaoling, okay?"
Although there were only the two of us in the clinic, people were coming and going at the door. Xiaoling tried to grab it back but failed, and had to give up indignation. Then she muttered a soft curse and pinched my arm hard. I cried out in pain, but I still enjoyed it when a woman pinched me, especially someone else's beautiful wife.
I then patiently gave her many more instructions, because admiring a woman without panties (I couldn't very well borrow panties from a female colleague, haha) while giving her instructions was truly one of life's great pleasures!
The beige cropped pants I borrowed were lightweight and thin, and were supposed to be loose-fitting, but Xiaoling's buttocks and thighs were much fuller than Guo Juan's. Plus, she wasn't wearing underwear, so the pants completely exposed Xiaoling's plump crotch, with some bulges and some depressions, and there were also faint dark shadows. I couldn't help but swallow hard.
Oh, that deep peach crevice, did that urine really come from you? Could it seep
a little more before Xiaoling leaves? Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled out my wet underwear from my pocket and held it to my nose, inhaling the scent of the young woman's urine. Remembering how Xiaoling had pinched my arm hard before leaving, glaring at me with her almond-shaped eyes and calling me a pervert with such alluring tenderness, I felt an even greater sense of lingering pleasure.
Recalling the twists and turns of the previous encounter, I sighed, "When you think you've
reached the end of the road, a new path opens up!" Hey, who said the biggest taboo in seduction is "startling the snake"? That's so tactless! Dr. Xu even has "Ten Essentials" for seduction, and the first one is—dare to think and dare to act! Hehe.
As a master of seduction, Dr. Xu always proceeds gradually when seduces married women, but this time, perhaps the temptation of a married woman urinating incontinent right under his nose was too great. In a moment of impulse, he almost made a grave mistake! Who knew that fate would smile upon the lecherous doctor, and by sheer accident, it actually brought Xiaoling and me closer, our ambiguous relationship practically within reach.
In the following treatments, besides continuing to take the Chinese medicine I prescribed, Xiaoling also had to receive physical therapy from me, including massage and acupuncture, twice a week. She would come to my clinic at the hospital on Wednesdays for acupressure massage, and to my private clinic on Sundays for acupuncture.
The second time was at the clinic, deliberately chosen during lunch break. Quietly locking the door, I told Xiaoling that a massage before acupuncture would enhance the effect. But this time, my "massage" focused, of course, on Xiaoling's—"yin acupoint," hehe.
At first, she was a little hesitant and nervous, but with my gentle reassurances and skillful massage, she gradually "accepted" it, slowly emitting breaths that were both unbearable and pleasurable.
Today she was wearing a skirt—of course, I had already pulled it up to her stomach. Her white panties seemed conservative in style, but they only had a layer of cotton fabric added to the crotch, while the fabric at her mons pubis was thin and semi-transparent, with two pubic hairs peeking out, curling and tempting me.
I had been "massaging" Xiaoling's full vulva for a full ten minutes, and I could feel the wetness and warmth inside her vulva through the double layers of fabric at the crotch of her panties. As I expected, Xiaoling no longer questioned my "treatment methods," but obediently closed her eyes and endured it, two red clouds rising on her face, her pretty little mouth occasionally opening to make soft, weak, almost inaudible "oh-hmm-" sounds.
Of course, this didn't mean she was stupid enough to believe that my long massage of her genitals was part of the treatment, but only that she tacitly approved of this harassment, and even slowly enjoyed it.
Should I go further?
When a thin, long wet stain slowly appeared at the crotch of her panties, I made up my mind.
I moved to her side, lowered my head, and mumbled an explanation of the principles of acupressure in her ear, hoping to soothe her and win her heart. My left hand moved to the young woman's shoulder blades, gently kneading and pinching, while my right hand never left her vulva, pressing the base of my palm against her mons pubis, my middle finger digging into the cleft, and my other fingers pinching her labia, kneading back and forth. I even used the protruding knuckle of my middle finger to explore and rub the clitoris that was already protruding at the top of her vulva.
With this multi-pronged approach, Xiaoling couldn't take it anymore in less than two minutes. Her body began to writhe, her legs slightly parted, her breathing became increasingly rapid, and her flush deepened... Suddenly, she arched her body, forcefully grabbing my right hand and pressing it between her legs, her legs clamping my hand tightly. Her lower body arched and pressed against my hand with all her might, and finally, in a series of violent spasms I had never seen before, she ejaculated...
The entire process, the rare orgasmic expressions of other women, were displayed before my eyes without any omission: rapid breathing, soft moans, the flush on her neck—everything was so close, everything was so real... I was just a little surprised—Xiaoling's orgasm came so quickly!
In our subsequent interactions, I gradually understood that Xiaoling was indeed a rather sensitive woman, but from a sexual physiology perspective, it's rare for a woman to reach such a intense orgasm simply from being touched. Yet, in Dr. Xu's clinic, it was just that miraculous! Like Xiaoling, many seduced married women could reach orgasm once or twice with just a massage, caress, and a little kneading and probing. I think there's only one explanation—the power of infidelity!
In this respect, women aren't that different from men. Or even more so,
as her moans faded, her breathing calmed, and her flush receded… but every few seconds, Xiaoling would involuntarily twitch again. The intensity of her recent orgasm was probably unprecedented.
When she slowly regained consciousness, she realized she was in my arms, and let out a soft "Ee-ee—", her face flushing reddening again. She gently pushed me away, but didn't try to get up.
"You scoundrel, do you like me that much… to pee…?" Xiaoling complained softly, her eyelids lowered, not daring to look me in the eye, her curved eyelashes fluttering slightly, making my heart itch.
"Xiao... my little sister-in-law, this isn't pee, look for yourself..." I held my right hand, covered in her vaginal fluid, under her eyes, deliberately opening and closing my fingers a few times, revealing several thick and thin, trembling strands of vaginal fluid sticking together between them.
"Oh, you pervert! Take it away, it's filthy..."
The married woman, her climax subsiding, pinched and punched me in my arms, her shyness and coquettishness pleasing me.
"My little sister-in-law is truly a woman made of water, hehe... my little sister-in-law's water is the cleanest, whoever says it's dirty, I'll argue with them!"
I said, putting my fingers in my mouth. Xiaoling saw this and hurriedly grabbed my wrist, but she was too weak to do anything. I deliberately played cat and mouse with her for a while, and when her shyness was at its peak, I put my fingers in my mouth, one by one, sucking on them, deliberately making exaggerated "slurp slurp" sounds.
Seeing that I had finally tasted her spring water, Xiaoling was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She could only burrow even tighter into my arms, while her hands pinched my body all over to show her "innocence" and "anger."
Since I was sitting diagonally on the edge of the bed, Xiaoling was leaning against me with my armpits. When she reached out to pinch my legs, she accidentally touched my erect penis. She was startled at first, then blushed, and quietly withdrew her hand. Her soft little hand, through my pants, followed my entire "Little Doctor Xu" from the base to the head, stopping at my stomach.
The comfortable feeling of her little hand sliding over made "Little Doctor Xu" involuntarily lift its head and rub against the back of her hand.
But this time, she didn't pull her hand away, and even secretly touched the "little doctor's head" with the back of her hand. It was clear that the genitals of men other than her husband made her curious and longing.
According to my wife, Xiaoling, like my wife, had been a virgin from her first love, through marriage, to the end, never touching any other man except her husband. Such women have it tough! For over a decade, facing the same thing every day, even the most nostalgic woman would inevitably experience aesthetic fatigue. As long as it's not known to others and doesn't affect the marital relationship, why can't she yearn for, touch, and savor a fresh penis?
[Here I must say a few words on a different topic; please skip this if you don't like it.
The so-called "seven-year itch"—do you really think only husbands experience aesthetic fatigue and infidelity? No, Dr. Xu, who deeply understands female psychology and has practical experience, warns: wives do too! They're just better at hiding it!
Dr. Xu has many female confidantes of different social statuses, and from them she has learned an interesting and thought-provoking phenomenon—men's extramarital affairs are not because their wives are bad, but purely driven by the possessiveness and predatory nature of male animals. Therefore, as long as a woman is attractive, the more the merrier; the scope is very broad.]
Women's "desire for novelty" is slightly different. After a long marriage, the initial admiration and adoration for their husband's strengths fades. She gradually discovers his many flaws and begins to notice and appreciate men who are completely different from her husband, whose strengths are precisely what her husband lacks. For example, if her husband is gentle and refined, she might prefer a rough and rugged man; if he's violent and strong, she might prefer a gentle and considerate one; if her husband doesn't earn much, she might yearn for wealthy men; if he earns a lot of money easily, she might secretly admire a manual laborer; if her husband is chauvinistic, she might prefer a submissive, effeminate man; if her husband is as obedient as a Shanghai man, she might develop a desire to be conquered by a Shandong man…
In short, if her husband is sweet, she'll crave something salty; if he's straightforward, she'll crave something more edgy.
Of course, women are generally more passive than men, especially wives with stronger traditional values. They tend to bury this "desire for novelty" deep within their hearts. If no man actively seeks it out, it might remain hidden forever, until they wither and die.
However, in today's open society, with so many opportunities, so many temptations, and so many predators like Dr. Xu who are well-versed in the "desire for novelty" of married women, which man would dare to confidently say: "My wife will never cheat on me!"
I, Dr. Xu, wouldn't dare (sorry, I have to digress a bit). Because on this day, I successfully seduced the married woman Jiang Xiaoling, and half a month later, my beautiful wife also cheated on me, while I only found out about the affair six months later. I will describe the details in other chapters later; I'm mentioning it here specifically to remind all you men: a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; you can never truly understand it! Don't be too confident. Even if you have a car, a house, and a career, does that mean your wife has never been interested in those muscular, sweaty movers or plumbers? And that no one has ever tried to seduce your wife while you're away?
Xu Shi can attest to that: "The red apricot has already blossomed, why bother with swarms of bees and butterflies?"
Enough rambling, I've forgotten where I was... oh right, my shy, aroused wife, Jiang Xiaoling, is still in my arms, her hand touching my glans, hehe...
Speaking of this "Little Dr. Xu," he's quite robust and muscular, with a large head and thick waist, making me look good and causing many wives who have tasted it to become infatuated. Right now, Xiaoling in my arms is definitely very interested in it. Perhaps she's secretly measuring its length, hardness, and girth, even comparing it to her husband's!
I deliberately made it throb a few more times, rubbing it against the young woman's hand. She still didn't pull her hand away, but a blush had crept up to her ears, and I could even feel her heart pounding. When I tried the same trick again, she finally couldn't take it anymore, raising her hand to slap it and spitting, "You pervert! When will you stop?"
Though she said "slap," it was more like a basketball dribble violation—her palm lingered on my hard penis for a full two seconds. But this slap seemed to instantly restore Xiaoling to her usual slightly feisty style. She looked up at me with her almond-shaped eyes, her face still flushed, but now with a hint of provocation, as if asking, "What do you want next?"
What else could I do? If I didn't take you now, when would I?
I lowered my head and slowly but resolutely reached for her delicate lips.
She only symbolically pushed my shoulder a few times with one hand, without turning her head to avoid it; instead, her delicate red lips trembled with anticipation. As soon as I kissed her, she let out a soft "woof," her small hands stopped resisting, her eyes closed, and she obediently parted her lips and tongue, letting me tease her.
I kissed her as I helped her lie down, then moved down her red lips, pink neck, chest, and lower abdomen, not in a hurry to undress her, nor saying any sweet words, just smelling and kissing through her clothes, letting her feel the long-lost love, tenderness, and passion she had felt with her husband through my scent and breath…
Guo Degang said: "A rogue who knows martial arts is unstoppable."
Dr. Xu said: "When a married woman is aroused, even a lecherous man is afraid."
When I finally kissed Xiaoling's crotch after passing her lower abdomen, my head was suddenly clamped between two fleshy legs, and two hands grabbed my hair and pressed it deep into her crotch. In that instant, everything my mouth and nose touched was covered in the wife's vaginal fluid, sticky and slightly fishy, but it smelled wonderful!
Nearing the peak of her climax, Xiaoling was completely lost in the moment, forcefully pressing my head between her legs (poor thing, I had just gotten my hair done the day before!), while arching her hips upwards. Through her soaked panties, a small, red bean-sized protrusion rubbed hard against the tip of my nose, while her thick labia tightly blocked my nostrils, almost suffocating me!
This arching continued for about a minute, finally culminating in a high arch that was no less impressive than acrobatic feats. In a series of violent spasms, I felt waves of hot, thick, and fishy liquid wash over my nose and lips. During this time, I heard several screams of "Oh! Ah! Ah—", which, although the door was locked, would definitely have been heard if someone had passed by. I was terrified and tried to cover her mouth, but my head was still trapped between her legs, and I couldn't move. I could only let my mouth and nose remain submerged in her vaginal fluids, silently waiting for her "tide to recede."
Only then did I truly understand the plight of those heroes who "fell at the feet of beauties," and, well, perhaps some even "drown in the spring tide of beauty." Luckily, I had learned shallow-sea diving from her husband Jianming a few years ago, otherwise, I might have actually choked to death today—her husband was prescient, haha.
The tide receded, and the young woman's legs slowly loosened, allowing me to finally lift my head!
What a mess! Her entire panty, except for the pubic area, was soaked through, and even the bed sheet under her buttocks was wet, sticky, and a bit cloudy white—a married woman in her ovulation period, hehe!
"My darling sister-in-law, you wet your pants again, time to change your panties..."
As I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down, Xiaoling was still dazed from the afterglow of her orgasm, and subconsciously lifted her buttocks, allowing me to easily peel off her wet panties.
With her legs positioned in an M-shape, Xiaoling displayed her private parts—private to her husband only—to me, the lecherous doctor, without the slightest resistance! Perhaps she was the type of woman who would lose consciousness upon orgasm, for her eyes were still glazed, her body limp, and she would twitch slightly every few seconds; perhaps her heart had already been conquered by me, and she was mentally prepared for this affair.
Xiaoling's vulva wasn't my favorite "bun" shape. Although her labia majora were thick, her labia minora were too large and long, drooping outwards, the kind of "butterfly vulva" favored by some perverts. Fortunately, the butterfly's wingtips weren't too dark in color, and there weren't many folds. When I pulled them apart, the wings gradually changed from brown to crimson to pink from the outside in—truly beautiful! The glistening red flesh at the entrance bobbed in and out, the round, playful red clitoris on top, and the wet, glistening flesh all added to the butterfly's seductive allure.
I dipped my index finger in some sticky vaginal fluid and gently dabbed and rubbed it on her clitoris. Women who have just experienced an orgasm are especially sensitive; each time I touched it, she shuddered and let out a soft, short "oh." Persistence pays off, and a few more touches yielded an unexpected reward: with each shudder, the young woman's bright red urethra twitched a few times, slowly releasing clear fluid, without her even noticing!
The amount of urine wasn't large, clearly indicating that the intense orgasm had paralyzed her bladder or urethral sphincter, causing uncontrolled urination. The clear urine slowly overflowed, flowing down her slit, over her perineum, splitting into three streams: the central stream went straight to her brown anus, while the side streams flowed to her white buttocks, finally converging on the sheets, causing the original "map" to slowly spread and expand…
Such a beautiful sight, I doubt even her husband had ever seen.
To be honest, being jerked up and arched by her during her orgasm had made "Dr. Xu" a little weak.
But upon witnessing the beautiful sight of the married woman urinating, "Little Doctor" suddenly sprang to his feet, almost spilling his pants out—just like his owner, that little pervert!
No time to lose! I pulled down my pants, grabbed her legs, grabbed my penis, and found her opening in one swift motion. Finally, with my large glans pressing against the wife's writhing little cunt, I looked at her tenderly, knowingly asking, "Good Xiaoling, baby, your brother-in-law is going to put it in, is that okay?"
This question made the wife, who was about to receive my "strange penis," momentarily speechless with embarrassment. Her almond-shaped eyes, filled with desire, closed again, her small mouth hesitant to speak, only uttering a soft "Mmm..." through her nose.
"Oh! God—be gentle..." This time it was much louder, because "Little Doctor" had already flowed smoothly into her opening, penetrating deep inside...
The following thrusting lasted for over half an hour, during which Xiaoling experienced three more orgasms, the last one occurring simultaneously with me, our bodies merging...
This post mainly discusses female urinary incontinence, so the specific process of sex will be omitted. Please forgive me, fellow perverts. Actually, for men, the process of penetration is tiring and largely the same; the most pleasurable part is the few seconds of mental blankness during ejaculation. The most memorable part is the process of gradually seducing the wife.
Of course, even flowers on the same branch have different charms, and Xiaoling is no exception. Xiaoling's vagina is slightly tighter than my wife's, but her G-spot is deep, and not very prominent. Later, she secretly told me that Jianming's penis is shorter than mine, and even when fully inserted, it only lightly touches her G-spot, unlike me, who can use the entire glans to squeeze and grind her G-spot. Therefore, since marriage, she hasn't had many true orgasms, and this is the first time she's experienced such intense pleasure.
We've been having an affair on and off for three years, so we know each other inside and out. Actually, Xiaoling isn't a very wet woman; her G-spot is sometimes there and sometimes not, unlike my wife who gets wet easily. She's a slow burner. That day with me, because it was my first time having an affair, I was incredibly nervous, shy, and excited, which is why I leaked so much fluid. Afterwards, she never broke that record.
Doesn't this once again prove the truth—the power of infidelity is boundless?
With Xiaoling, what I was most obsessed with was actually her urine.
That first night at the clinic, she leaked urine with every orgasm. The amount was small, but clear and slowly overflowing, the warm compress making my "little doctor" feel incredibly comfortable—that feeling was priceless!
In the end, her buttocks were practically soaked in urine and vaginal fluid. Of course, I confiscated her wet underwear long ago, but after her soft pleading, I returned the clean underwear from last time.
In the subsequent "treatment" process, massage, acupuncture, teasing, sex, and leaking urine became essential parts of our affair. Several times, I playfully held her urine in my mouth and kissed her, making her blush and cry out. I had to seal her mouth shut, and she eventually obediently drank her own urine, haha! However, it was clear she wasn't particularly averse to this kind of sexually stimulating game; at most, she'd pinch and hit me afterwards.
After more than a year of combined physical and traditional Chinese medicine treatment, Xiaoling's urinary incontinence was basically cured, and her urination frequency was close to normal. But strangely, she still felt the urge to urinate whenever we were alone, and during orgasm, she would leak urine with each thrust, unlike with her husband. This must be psychological; perhaps this doctor has a special "urination-inducing" ability similar to hypnosis, haha…
After being cured, Xiaoling could clearly hold it in and go to the toilet to urinate, but I often forcibly held her down until a little urine actually overflowed before I let go. At this point, she could only lie still, letting the urine slowly flow, shyly listening to me tease her in the ear: "A married daughter's urine is like a leaky pee, you can't stop it...hehe..."
Usually, at this point, she would stop pinching me and instead snuggle into my arms, looking at me shyly and saying, "Perverted brother-in-law...your sister-in-law only pees for you..."
Other people's wives leaking urine just for me, and allowing me to admire and savor it, this kind of honor is probably rare in the world. But honor is honor, and every time afterward, I have to secretly wash the wife's underwear. And the next day, when the sales clerk, Xiao Lu, was washing the sheets, she complained to me endlessly, telling me to stop treating patients with urinary incontinence! Alas, there are gains and losses.
Xiaoling not only hid her recovery from her husband and Jialin, continuing to accept my "treatment," but also gradually developed an emotional dependence on me. In private, her personality changed drastically. She went from a fiery, princess-like woman to a submissive, pitiful figure, her sweet, adorable "Brother-in-law—" making me both happy and afraid—afraid she had truly fallen in love with me!
After my divorce from Jialin, Xiaoling once timidly mentioned wanting to divorce Jianming and marry me. I patiently explained many reasons to her, highlighting Jianming's good qualities and how I still had feelings for Jialin, only unable to overcome the trauma of being cuckolded, suggesting a possible remarriage. This finally dissuaded her, and she obediently continued to accept my "treatment."
Last year, I did remarry Jialin. After the remarriage, Jialin became incredibly devoted to me, and even accepted Xiaoling as her girlfriend in bed. The three of us would engage in "double penetration," and she was amazed by Xiaoling's incontinence—but that's a story for another time.
The second woman I was obsessed with, a young woman suffering from incontinence, was named Tao Jing. She was a white-collar worker at a mobile company. Her looks and figure were only above average, but she was fair-skinned and clean-cut. Especially her small, crescent-shaped eyes, which looked remarkably like Tao Hong's (because the young woman's smile was so much like Tao Hong's, and I called her that in private, so I'll just use "Little Tao Hong" in the following text, and just for fun, hehe). Her condition was a bit more serious than Xiaoling's, and it had started since her student days. She would leak when she laughed or did strenuous exercise. After being promoted to a junior manager in the mobile company's lobby, she was often so busy that she didn't even have time to go to the toilet, and could only stuff urinary bladders into her underwear, which was extremely painful. She had sought out famous doctors but couldn't find a cure, so she came to me through an acquaintance to try her luck.
Since Xiaoling, I've seduced quite a few young women suffering from incontinence. Why, besides my favorite Xiaoling, do I specifically mention this "Little Tao Hong"? Besides the resemblance to Tao Hong, there was another important factor: her lively and inseparable husband.
Her husband was a small-time businessman, handsome and somewhat chubby, about 1.7 meters tall, fair-skinned, but always seemed a bit listless, a stark contrast to my tall, muscular, and dark-skinned self. In short, based on my experience with traditional Chinese medicine, his sexual prowess was definitely not great (if you want to seduce a married woman, first understand her husband's sexual abilities; wolves, remember this!). Interestingly, he was also a rare, devoted man in modern society. Before the age of 32, he was basically a homebody. At 32, he suddenly fell in love at first sight with Tao Jing, who was 7 years younger than him, and vowed to marry her. He sent her flowers every day and even asked someone to act as a matchmaker, finally winning her heart. Not only has he never had any scandals since marriage, but he also treats her like a precious jewel, sending her flowers and gifts every few days—a practice he's maintained for five years without fail. Even with numerous business engagements, he makes sure to spend every Sunday with his wife, and calls her whenever he has a spare moment to shower her with attention, as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world, someone he'd be afraid of losing—truly, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder!"
With such a wonderful husband, I felt a little guilty when I tried to seduce Tao Hong. But, a wolf still needs to eat meat; it can't just switch to grass because it sees a lamb being pampered by its mother, right? Maybe it would even find the lamb more delicious, haha…
Except for one unavoidable business trip, her husband accompanied her to her doctor's appointment every Sunday morning. At first, I found this "third wheel" annoying, but later I discovered that his presence actually added a lot of fun to my seduction journey. Because her husband, in order to spend the whole Sunday with his wife, basically scheduled all his business engagements for Saturday nights—and everyone knows these engagements are exhausting and mentally draining—he always came with dark circles under his eyes, red eyes, and a listless appearance. He'd usually drink a few sips of the tea I made for him, lie down on the sofa with the morning newspaper, and fall asleep within three minutes, snoring loudly.
Every time thunder rumbled outside the curtain, it was like the bugle call to charge into the young woman's sensitive area: "The Ten-Finger Army, under General Xu's command, sometimes charged up the high ground, sometimes plunged deep into the canyon, battling the Cherry Soldiers on the high ground, bravely capturing the Red Bean General in the canyon, crossing grasslands, wading through treacherous shoals, exploring secluded caves—the Ten-Finger Army was invincible, until finally the enemy was utterly defeated, forced to release the floodgates and flood the seven armies…" Oops,
I've accidentally turned this into a storytelling performance, haha! To be honest, when I was teasing the married woman, her husband was also in the same room, separated only by a curtain, and even provided accompaniment with his snoring—it was truly indescribable fun!
Of course, Dr. Xu spent several months preparing for this kind of fun; don't think that being an expert is easy! Especially with a proud white-collar worker like Xiao Tao Hong, who was spoiled by her husband.
From the beginning, I assessed the situation and formulated a long-term strategy of "delaying the inevitable and accumulating resources" for her special circumstances: for the first three months, I would not cross the line. So, I used my best skills, combining massage, acupuncture, and my unique prescriptions, along with guidance on pelvic floor muscle and bladder function exercises. In less than three months, her symptoms improved significantly.
Seeing the treatment's effectiveness, the couple were incredibly impressed and grateful to me. As for Xiao Tao Hong, although I didn't cross any lines, the three months of massaging and kneading her had brought us closer. She gradually lost the pretentious airs of a typical urban professional, gaining a more innocent and playful charm. So, I started to play it safe.
Xiao Tao Hong was much more sensitive than my wife; with a little "playing it safe," I could see a slight dampness on her underwear—by then, she no longer needed to stuff diapers in her underwear. Moreover, amidst her husband's snoring, she seemed to enjoy this "playing it safe," her small eyes narrowing, her lips pouting, her fair face turning rosy. But as soon as her husband's snoring stopped, she would fidget restlessly, even "angrily" pushing my groping hands away. This shows that she knew all along that I was intentionally groping her, and even tacitly approved of it. Wasn't this blatantly telling me, "Only if my husband doesn't know can you touch my pussy"?
After a few more "borderline" attempts, finally, one time, while her husband was snoring loudest, I directly touched her pussy. Tao Hong, who was enjoying herself, was startled. She lightly blocked my wrist with one hand, glanced at her husband in alarm, then glared at me angrily, shaking her head slightly in protest.
Protest rejected! I continued to rub her pussy, and a trickle of fluid seeped through her panties. Her small hand only lightly touched my wrist with her fingertips, still in a blocking position. The anger in her small eyes slowly turned into pleading… Pleading was ineffective! I squeezed into her pussy through the thin panties, specifically targeting the already exposed clitoris. Half a minute later, a torrent of fluid poured out, her crotch completely wet. Her small eyes no longer pleaded, but curved and squinted, lost in a daze, utterly captivating!
After that, I often ambushed her like that, then, amidst her husband's snoring, I would savor the panic, anger, pleading, helplessness, and seductive allure in her small eyes.
I also ambushed her breasts, pressing her nipples through her bra—it was very amusing; a gentle press and rub would send shivers down her spine. Once, while massaging her shoulders from behind, watching her high, firm breasts rise and fall, the flawless white cleavage beneath her low-cut top, I finally couldn't resist the temptation. My hands slipped inside her bra, directly grabbing her two plump little white rabbits.
"Oh! What are you doing—um…" she gasped softly, but immediately fell silent. Perhaps the sudden pressure of my palms on her two perky nipples sent a shiver of pleasure through her.
Later, I discovered that Tao Hong's nipples were even more sensitive than her vagina. I liked to stand behind her, lift her shirt and bra, gently cup the outside of her breasts with my palms, and quickly and lightly brush the two round, firm nipples with two fingers.
At this moment, her expression was at its most adorable: with my gentle caresses, her small eyes narrowed in enjoyment, her shoulders and back swayed off the bed, her chin tilted high, and her cherry-like mouth opened and closed, emitting soft, rhythmic "heh, heh" sounds in sync with the swaying of her shoulders.
For over a month, her vulva and breasts were touched like this, and the anger in Xiao Tao Hong's small eyes had vanished, replaced by a hint of unease, and more of a shy, tacit acceptance, and a growing desire. But she seemed to have set a line in her mind for her infidelity; when I tried to take off her underwear, she resolutely refused. It was all that clingy husband's fault! Although there was a curtain between them, and she was asleep, her husband was still so close; to be stripped naked by another man like that would be psychologically unsettling for any woman.
Just when I was at my wit's end, the clingy husband, as if by telepathy, went on a business trip.
That Sunday morning, I felt the sky was blue, the clouds were white, the leaves were green, and the flowers were red; I wanted to praise everything I saw!
After the routine massage and acupuncture, as usual, a urine test was scheduled for that day. Xiao Tao Hong took a small plastic cup and went into the restroom. The restroom was right next to the examination bed, containing only a squat toilet with a thin door and a louvered vent at the bottom. So whenever a pretty female patient went in to relieve herself, I would eagerly "listen" to her urine by the door. Although I couldn't see, the different "hissing" and "pattering" sounds of women urinating were like beautiful musical notes to my ears, tantalizing and intriguing.
Listening to Xiao Tao Hong's "hissing" sounds, I was pondering my next move to seduce her when suddenly a scream came from inside, and the door burst open.
"Help! Quick, quick, a cockroach..."
Inside the half-open door, Xiao Tao Hong gripped the doorknob with one hand and half-pulled up her pants with the other, her voice trembling with panic and tears. Her leggings and panties were stuck on her legs, and she couldn't lift them up with one hand. A dark shadow gleamed at the end of her legs, and her round, white buttocks were raised high. She was urinating, but couldn't stop, spraying intermittently under her buttocks.
Two very cute, large, dark purple cockroaches were playfully crawling around her feet.
"Ah—" Another scream rang out. A lewd cockroach had crawled onto the back of her foot. She turned pale with fright, crying and kicking her legs wildly, exposing her wet, plump vulva to me.
Thank goodness! I decisively rushed in, grabbed her knees and armpits, picked her up, and ran out. When I carried her to the examination bed, she was still kicking her legs wildly in my arms. I leaned close to her ear and gently comforted her
, "Little darling... don't be afraid, there are no more cockroaches... don't cry... don't be afraid, your husband isn't here, but I'm here..." After she calmed down a little, I didn't give her a chance to think anymore. I quietly kissed her teary eyes, licked away her tears, kissed her nose, and kissed her lips. I kissed her until she slowly became aroused, sticking out her tongue to intertwine with mine...
Later, when I grabbed her legs to admire her wet vulva that she had just urinated on, she suddenly woke up, shyly letting out an "Ah!" and bending her legs together. But this bending and bending not only made her plump vulva swell up even more like a peach, but also caused the urine that she hadn't finished urinating to overflow. Her two plump lips contracted and twitched, trying to hold it in, but the urine was still intermittent, spurting and flowing, steaming, and emitting a pungent, acrid fragrance that made my blood boil.
"It's going to rain, and your cunt needs to pee, just let it go, baby..."
I teased her with crude language, and even slapped her soft, cute bottom amidst her coquettish protests: "Slap! Slap slap..." "
No...you bad guy, you hit me...uh...you pervert..."
Her delicate moans strongly encouraged me to take further action. I picked up the small plastic cup she had just thrown away, pressed it against her vulva, and made "shh-shh-shh" sounds to urge her to urinate. She obediently moved her bottom towards the cup and continued to urinate. The stream of urine, at its last gasp, rose and fell, its trajectory highly irregular. I barely managed to collect half a cup, and just when I thought it was almost gone, she pushed again, spraying it all over my face. Ah,
that warmth, that fragrance! In a moment of excitement, I lifted her legs high and thrust them between her plump thighs, greedily sucking up the last drops of urine… Later, I maintained this position, holding her legs high with one hand, without removing her pants wrapped around her legs, and guided my already hard penis directly into her tightly clenched vagina…
Tao Hong’s vagina was beautiful; her labia majora were thick, white, and smooth without hair, while her labia minora were slightly exposed, a deep red color, smooth and without wrinkles. The equally plump mons pubis had curls of black, glossy hair, creating a striking contrast with the surrounding whiteness. The sensation of fucking her was indescribable. Because she hadn’t had children, she was tighter than my wife and Xiaoling, but because of her abundant vaginal lubrication, thrusting was effortless. I felt tightly enveloped by warm, slippery soft flesh, occasionally contracting and wriggling. Her vulva was large and would even bravely rub against my glans. I almost ejaculated before I was used to it.
Such a wonderful vagina, often unexpectedly spurting out fine streams of urine—it was simply a marvelous vagina!
Tao Hong's expressions
during orgasm are also quite unique. Xiaoling's orgasm is like a fish on a chopping board, jumping and twitching violently, almost like an epileptic seizure. My wife, Jialin, is a complete octopus, using both hands and feet to cling to you, thrusting her mons pubis against you and rubbing her pubic hair until her own orgasm subsides. Tao Hong, on the other hand, is slightly more "civilized," holding you tightly on both sides of your waist, sometimes pushing, sometimes pulling back, adjusting her own level of pleasure; like a soldier in a war movie, shot in the chest and dying from lack of oxygen, she arches her back, chin held high, panting "ha, haha"; the blush on her face is concentrated around her nose, even the tip and wings of her nose are red, her small, curved eyes are half-closed, only the whites are visible, like a blind person.
No wonder some sex experts say: there are a hundred kinds of vaginas, but a woman's orgasmic expressions are thousands upon thousands.
Since then, we've never had a chance to be alone together again. But over there, the snoring was deafening, and behind the curtain, Tao Hong's small eyes were filled with tenderness and endless charm.
There's a famous saying that goes, "A woman's vagina is the passage to her heart; once you open her vagina, her heart will naturally open to you." So true!
However, with her husband outside the curtain, she resolutely refused to let me have sex, not even take off her underwear, but touching her vulva from one side was allowed—women are so strange. Later, one Sunday, after lying down on the examination bed, she nervously glanced at her husband's side, and only after hearing his snoring did she begin to beckon me with her charming eyes, slowly lifting her skirt like revealing a treasure—good heavens! A pale purple, thin, semi-transparent, lace-trimmed, narrow, and open-crotch thong!
A woman having an affair is truly charming, clever, and playful!
Although I could touch her vulva and play with her breasts as I pleased, the "little doctor" could no longer taste the sweetness, which remained a regret.
Finally, one day, the "big doctor" couldn't resist the "little doctor's" desperate pleas and slipped two sleeping pills into Tao Hong's husband's tea...
"Please, don't do this, oh, um... really no..." Tao Hong pleaded softly, while the "little doctor's" big head had already pulled down her thong and was sliding inside her wet, muddy slit.
"Don't worry, I just put half a sleeping pill in your husband's tea, he won't wake up for a while..."
"How could you do this! Oh, be gentle... it feels so good..."
"It's okay, if he really wakes up, I'll pull out, put on my coat, and your pants will be on perfectly fine, no one will be able to tell! Besides, my head is already inside, hehe..."
"You... you're too much of a pervert!... Please, please don't come in anymore, oh!... Tomorrow, okay, let's go somewhere else... I... will give it to you... okay... oh!"
She said "oh," then covered her mouth, glancing sideways in alarm at her husband. After two "ohs," the "little doctor" was already more than halfway inside... It was
my first time having sex with a married woman while her husband was snoring, and the feeling was so intense, I wouldn't even want to be an emperor! At first, I slowly thrust in and out in rhythm with her snoring, fully savoring the wonderful sensation of Tao Hong's tight, slippery, and warm vagina. Later, I noticed that his snoring wasn't consistent anymore; it gradually became irregular. One time, I pulled out of her vagina with a long snort, but after a long wait, there was no follow-up sound, only a "ah-mu-ah-mu" smacking sound.
At that moment, I really wanted to run over, grab him, and slap him a few times: If you're going to hit someone, hit them properly! Why are you smacking your lips? Is dream stuff really that delicious? Is it as delicious as your wife's vagina? Humph!
I didn't care about the rhythm! With a "plop," I thrust back in heavily. But before, when I had slowly thrust in and out, a lot of air had accumulated inside. This time, with the heavy thrusting, "plop—" Xiao Tao Hong let out a "vagina fart," and many large and small milky-white bubbles emerged from her vaginal opening.
"Oh! So gentle…you pervert—" She cried out in pain, then blushed deeply at her own "vagina fart," patting my shoulder and complaining.
Whether it was embarrassment from the "fart" or the approach of climax, as I continued, warm, clear urine would occasionally flow from her vulva, showering the "little doctor." The "little doctor," enjoying the sensation, excitedly increased his speed and intensity… Finally, another "soldier shot" beneath me, chest out and neck arched, panting heavily…
Before being "shot," Xiao Tao Hong habitually glanced in the direction of her husband's snoring. After
twice "opening up" the young woman's heart, the proud white-collar worker completely transformed into a docile little wife behind the curtain, obedient and letting me train her as I pleased. Although I cherished her and promised her I wouldn't have sex with her husband next to her in the clinic anymore, in the days that followed, Xiao Tao Hong's vaginal fluids, my semen, and of course, her urine were left behind in the hourglass near the mobile company, in my Citroen C8, and on the secluded grassy areas of the park.
A year later, her urinary incontinence had been cured, but we still met almost every week. In the heat of the moment, Xiao Tao Hong told me many secrets about her marriage. For example, her husband was a virgin until he was 32; she had a boyfriend before marrying him and had sex with him three times; her husband's penis was small, clean, and foreskin-covered, and each sexual encounter lasted no more than five minutes; she had never experienced an orgasm during sex with her husband; her husband treated her so well that she never thought she would have an affair, but unexpectedly, I, this rogue doctor, "stole her heart"; besides being handsome, having a large penis, lasting a long time, and being skilled at seduction, I was also the reason she liked me—because I dared to use vulgar language with her in private, such as "fuck," "penis," "cunt," and "pee"!
When asked about the feeling of having an affair next to her husband, she was initially shy and hesitant to answer. However, after my persistent questioning and provocative teasing, she finally admitted that the time I had sex with her next to her husband was the most exciting sex she had ever experienced. During her orgasm, "my mind went blank, and I felt like I was flying in the air for a long time before landing."
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Last summer, she told me she was about to immigrate to Canada with her husband, and she cried her eyes out while hugging me. I also managed a few tears and comforted her, saying that even if we are destined to be together, we will eventually meet again. Taking advantage of that sweet, intimate moment, I shamelessly asked her for a "farewell gift"—one more time to experience having sex with her next to her husband. Deeply in love, Tao Hong hesitated for a long time before finally shyly agreeing.
That evening, the couple hosted a dinner for me at home, both as a thank you and as a farewell. During the meal, Xiao Tao Hong kept begging her husband to toast me. She and her husband would sometimes laugh and tease each other, sometimes gaze deeply into each other's eyes, showing no sign of her infidelity.
That's when I truly understood what a cheating woman was like: completely submissive and clueless in front of her lover; but in front of her husband, she was a master actress!
That night was the most unforgettable and wildest night in my history of seducing Xiao Tao Hong.
On their wedding bed, beside the sleeping man (whose drink, of course, had been laced with sleeping pills I'd given him by his wife), I used every trick in the book to toy with Xiao Tao Hong. With foul language and my penis flailing wildly, I tormented Xiao Tao Hong, turning her over and over. Her vagina swelled from the fucking, she peed, and the bed was covered in stains...
Finally, I made her lie on top of my husband, holding his head, her buttocks raised high—amidst her husband's thunderous snoring and her moans of pain, I took her virginity...
Throughout the night, Xiao Tao Hong's vagina opened and closed repeatedly, and I ejaculated repeatedly, becoming an "orgy four times in one night"—a rare occurrence... Around 3 a.m., after moving her husband up and down and changing the sheets, I kissed her goodbye through her tearful, lingering eyes...
A month later, she went abroad. We didn't see each other for that month, partly because I felt it would help her process her emotions and leave easily, and partly because I had just remarried Jia Lin and was busy dealing with my "new" wife.
Before takeoff, she sent me a message: "We're leaving, take care!"
I guess her husband was next to her.
"Foreign doctors aren't good; if you have hypochondria, go back to China and see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor," I replied.
And so, a "urinary incontinence romance" came to a somewhat sad end…
[The End]

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