My wife went for a checkup because she wasn't getting pregnant, and ended up having an affair with the female doctor.

My wife went for a checkup because she wasn't getting pregnant, and ended up having an affair with the female doctor.
My wife hadn't gotten pregnant for a long time after we got married. One summer, she suggested we go to the hospital for a checkup, and she told me to go first, saying it was easier for the man. I agreed. I was 31 years old that year.
To avoid attracting attention, I deliberately went around noon, when it would be less crowded. When I arrived at the urology department, there was only one female doctor, in her early thirties, about 168 cm tall, and rather plump. She wore a short-sleeved white coat, through which a white bra and dark panties were faintly visible. The neckline was low, and the top button was fastened horizontally. Judging from the lettering on her coat, she was a visiting scholar from out of town.
After entering, I asked, "Are you alone? Are there any male doctors?"
"No, they all went for their lunch break. Were they embarrassed?" He spoke in a very uninhibited tone.
This made me feel awkward, so I quickly said, "No, no."
"Then sit down." I had no choice but to sit down at her table.
What's the problem? A sexually transmitted disease?
"No, no, it's that I can't get pregnant. I don't know if it's my problem."
"That's easy," she said, flipping through my medical record. "I'll ask you a few questions. Don't be shy. I'm a doctor, and I'm married with a child." She was very kind, trying her best to dispel my concerns. I was starting to like her, thinking, "This woman is nice."
"Is your sex life normal?" she asked.
"What constitutes 'normal'?"
"Okay, so I'm asking this question: can you get a normal erection?" To be honest, I used to get an erection very quickly, but maybe because we've been married for a long time, my wife's body doesn't stimulate me enough anymore. Lately, I often need my wife to use her hand to make me hard.
"What's wrong? Are you embarrassed again? It's okay, just try to be honest, alright?" she asked me when she saw my hesitation.
I had no choice but to tell him the truth.
"Oh, how long has it been?"
"It's been a year, hasn't it?"
How long have you been married?
"A year and a half."
"You've already lost interest in your wife so quickly?" she joked.
"That's all. Does that count as an illness?"
"No, many people are like that. If they can still get an erection, it's not impotence. But your sex drive might not be very strong. Does your wife mind?" She was chatting with me casually. "Maybe, sometimes."
How many times a week?
"Not necessarily, probably 3-4 times a month."
"Is this normal? Has it always been like this?"
"It happened more often before I got married, almost every day, sometimes up to six times a day." I relaxed a bit, and my tone became more unrestrained.
"That's amazing?" she asked, somewhat incredulous.
"That's the most I've ever said."
"Hmm, is it hard now?" She shifted her body slightly.
"It's worse than before; it takes a few thrusts to get it hard." I completely relaxed.
"Does it take a long time?"
"If you keep going, it will take about ten minutes."
Was the ejaculation intense?
"It's more intense when my wife is on top and I ejaculate."
"You like this position? It's not easy to get pregnant this way. Doggy style would be better."
"I like it too. By the way, do women like doggy style?" I teased her.
"Is that so?" she replied vaguely.
"Your sex life is basically normal, let's do a semen analysis." After saying that, she bent down and took out a white bottle. At this moment, I could see through her collar that her penis was quite large, and my penis seemed to be throbbing.
"Go to the next room and put it there." She handed me the bottle and pointed to a door.
"What are you doing?" I didn't react at first.
"Ejaculate inside, using masturbation. Don't tell me you don't know how."
"Oh, yes, but..."
"But what?"
"It's nothing. It might be a bit difficult in broad daylight here," I said.
"Don't worry, no one's here. We'll talk if you have any problems." I wondered what that meant. I didn't think about it further and went inside. Actually, it was very small inside, with a hospital examination bed and some unidentified examination equipment.
I put down the bottle, unzipped my pants, and took out my penis. It was soft and small, the head covered by the foreskin. I started to move it, but there was no reaction. Just then, I heard the doctor outside the door make a slight noise, and suddenly I thought that this woman was so cheerful and voluptuous, she must be good at sex. Thinking of this, my penis started to move, and after a while, it grew bigger. I closed my eyes, thinking of the doctor, and vigorously stroked it back and forth.
Suddenly, I remembered what she had said earlier: "Let's talk about it if there are any difficulties." Could it be that she could help if there were? I decided to try. I released my penis, letting it soften, and sat on the examination table to rest. I glanced at my watch; I had been there for over ten minutes. At this point, I deliberately made a lot of noise on the examination table so she could hear. After another five or six minutes, I put my penis down, but without zipping it up, opened the door, and left.
"Are you done?" she asked, her face slightly flushed.
"No, we can't get out."
"How could that be? It's been so long?"
"I don't know either. I tried really hard, but it just wouldn't ejaculate. Its skin is even a little red." I said hesitantly, pretending to be a little shy.
"Okay, let me help you," she said after a moment's hesitation.
A surge of excitement welled up inside me; they really were going to help me! But I stammered, "This...this..."
"Come in." She closed the door and let me into the inner room. "What are you standing there for?" she said, glancing at my groin. I responded and pulled out my penis.
"No, you have to take your pants off." With that, she turned and grabbed a bottle and a condom. She made me lie down with my legs spread apart, tore open the condom and put it on her right index finger, opened the bottle, and poured some liquid out.
"What's this?"
"Paraffin oil, lie down." She came over, used her hand to push up my scrotum, and put her right index finger into my anus. "Don't be nervous, relax."
I tried to relax, and she inserted it, about 1 cm. It was the first time in my life that someone had penetrated my anus, and it was by a voluptuous young woman. It felt strangely comfortable, so I let out a cry.
"Does it hurt? It'll be over in a bit."
She continued to penetrate, about 4-5 cm, and then grasped my penis with her left hand. By this time, my penis was already quite large due to excitement.
"It's very hard," she said. "It's just that the foreskin is a bit long." She tried to pull the foreskin back, and the bright red glans was completely exposed.
Then, her right hand gently moved inside her anus. At that moment, I suddenly understood the sexual physiological basis for male homosexuality. The pleasure was extremely intense and very comfortable, no less than vaginal penetration.
I called out again, "Are you feeling unwell?" she asked.
"No, it's too comfortable," I replied immediately.
"This is called a prostate massage, and many people deliberately ask for it." I suddenly felt a little unable to hold back, and my penis twitched.
"If you're going to come out, let me know," she said.
"Okay. I'm coming."
She released my penis, took the empty bottle, and held it to my glans, continuing to massage my prostate with her right hand. She said, "Try moving it yourself."
I vigorously masturbated with my right hand, her eyes fixed on me. The feeling was incredibly stimulating. Suddenly, my semen gushed out with more force than ever before, leaving a little on her hand, and my penis throbbed a dozen times. At that moment, I felt like a god.
"All done." Her voice startled me. I got up and thanked her. She asked, "What are you thanking me for?"
I said, "This is the most pleasurable ejaculation I've ever had in my life."
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"Come back in three days to pick up the report."
"I want to see you again. When are you available?" Because of the wonderful experience, I wanted to get along well with her.
"About a week later, I'll be on duty that day." It was clear she didn't dislike me. Besides, she was from out of town, so she'd probably be willing to make a friend in this city. My social class was also quite good. I was full of confidence. A week later, I went to the hospital again at the same time. When I got to the examination room, I saw her seeing a doctor, a male patient. I greeted her, "Hello, doctor."
"Hey, wait a minute." She recognized me.
I sat down beside them and watched. After a short while, the patient said thank you and left.
"I've come to get the report." She pulled out a report, glanced at it, and said, "It's your problem; your sperm motility is low." "Is there anything I can do?"
"It's quite difficult, it largely depends on luck. Also, take care of your health and adjust your pace."
"What rhythm should we adjust?"
"The frequency of sexual activity. What do you think it is?" She replied with a smile, "As infrequent as possible, and choose a time when your partner is most fertile, and pay attention to the positions."
What are some good sexual positions?
"Let's do it from behind, and then you can make your lover kneel a little longer." She blushed a little, which I liked.
"Okay, thank you, doctor. I'll come see you again later."
"No, I have to go back in a month."
We started chatting, and it turned out she came from a county hospital and her training would end in a month. I decided to make the most of my time.
"How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"
"Why?"
"You've helped me, and besides, I have some questions I'd like to ask you. How about we become friends?"
"Okay, I get off work at two o'clock, how about we go for tea?" She was quite straightforward and made a suggestion.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you at the entrance of Spring Tea House at 2:30, okay?"
After we made the appointment, I got up and left.
At 2 PM, I arrived at the teahouse; it was relatively quiet at this time. I chose a secluded private room and ordered a pot of oolong tea. At 2:25 PM, I went downstairs to meet her. Just then, she arrived, wearing a white sleeveless long dress with delicate floral patterns; she looked very elegant. After exchanging pleasantries, we went upstairs and sat down.
The private room wasn't large, seating about four people. The chairs were train-style, and there were sofa cushions. She and I sat facing each other. We exchanged some trivial pleasantries to build rapport. I won't go into details here.
Half an hour later, we were already quite comfortable with each other and could talk about almost anything. She was a generous person with almond-shaped eyes, the kind of eyes that are easy to get along with.
"You've been here for a year and only gone back once. Doesn't your husband have any objections?" I began to probe.
"Yes, he's been here many times. He has a car, and it's not far anyway."
"What's he doing here?"
"What do you think it can do?"
"Is his demanding?"
"It's incredibly intense. Every time I come, it happens, and even at night," she said with a smile, her face beaming with happiness.
"And you?" "I'm alright, I'm rather passive, but he can easily pique my interest."
"What will he do when you're not here? He'll find other women," I asked.
"Probably not. He's honest, unlike you who's good at talking. He'll handle it himself."
"You mean masturbation?" I deliberately chose this wording.
"Yes, he will tell me, and I know he has this hobby. He often does it when I'm at home."
"I like it too, it's weird, all men are like that. But the last time you examined me was the most comfortable I've ever felt. I think I'm a bit perverted sometimes."
"Why do you say that?" she asked.
"I like masturbating, and I like masturbating in front of other women. I also like women to masturbate me. I feel excited when someone is watching me." As I said this, I put one hand on my crotch and rubbed it a few times.
"You're not thinking about it again, are you?"
"Yes, do you mind?" I said, taking out my penis, which was already erect.
"You dare to do this here?" she said with interest as she watched me masturbate.
"It's okay, the waiter won't come. I know the owner of this shop very well." I continued to masturbate vigorously. "Can you help me, like last time?" As I spoke, I stood up, walked in front of her, and held my erect penis to her face.
She stared at my penis. "Actually, yours is quite big. But like last time, it won't work; you can only do it from the front." After saying that, she grasped my penis with her hand. Her hand was very hot, and it felt very good.
She pulled back my foreskin and professionally examined it, very carefully. "Not bad, quite clean, but it has a slight smell." After saying that, she dipped a napkin in some tea and carefully cleaned my glans. Then she smelled it again and said to me, "Sit down, I'll do it." I sat down next to her, hugged her, and placed my hands on her chest, asking, "Is it okay?" She nodded. I slipped my hand inside her collar—damn, so big, so soft, and the nipples were hard and large. I rubbed them vigorously, feeling a wave of happiness wash over me. Her hands gently masturbated me. Neither of us spoke.
After a while, I put my hand down below her and felt that her inner thighs were already wet.
"Wait a minute." She gestured to me with her hand. Then, she took off her underwear and put it aside, stood up, and took a wet wipe to clean her genitals. "I just peed," she explained.
I took the opportunity to lift her skirt to look at her. "Really nice." Her buttocks were large and perky, with a lot of thick, somewhat coarse pubic hair. Her stomach had no stretch marks, wasn't loose, and was slightly bulging.
Am I very fat?
"No, that's fine. I like women who are a little voluptuous."
She sat down, took my penis in her hand, and said, "Actually, I like to masturbate men."
Do you masturbate yourself?
"sometimes."
"Use tools?"
"Most of the time I don't need to, but there was a period when I was a bit crazy and tried a lot of things. In college, I was immature and reckless. I like sex. I had sex with my boyfriend almost every day in college."
I was very excited when I heard that, so I inserted two fingers into her vagina and thrust them in and out vigorously. She leaked a lot of fluid. Her vagina was very elastic; the feeling was almost the same whether I used one finger or two.
"I like it when you touch me," she whispered, her head resting against my penis.
I became interested; she's a woman who dares to try new things.
I let her go, made her lie down, spread her legs, and licked her genitals. She shuddered.
"How about trying the cup?"
After saying that, I picked up a small teacup and slowly inserted it into her wet vagina. Her vagina contracted, which looked quite beautiful.
"Let me sit on you," she pleaded.
She turned her back to me, placed her hand on my penis, and slowly sat down. Her buttocks were really big and white. My penis got even harder. She kept moving up and down, and I admired her big buttocks from behind.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded at the door, and the waiter asked, "Would you like some water?" I opened the door a crack and said, "No." "If you need anything, you can ring the bell." The waiter had obviously seen something and immediately walked away.
The risk of exposure spurred us on, and the two of us acted like animals.
She was very wet, slippery. I dipped my finger in it and poked it into her anus. I slowly inserted it.
"Is it comfortable?" I asked.
"That's exciting."
Encouraged, I inserted most of my fingers and began to move them. She moaned with pleasure.
The waiter came over again: "Please be quiet." This is a nice tea house; they have girls available in the evenings.
I quickly opened the door, letting the waiter see us clearly. "Excuse me, I'd like two wet wipes and some water." The waiter blushed and left. A while later, the landlady—a woman in her forties—came over, holding what I had asked for, and said, "Keep your voices down, the people downstairs can hear us." I'd been here a few times; she had helped me with things before, so we knew each other well.
"She's my friend, it's okay," I told the female doctor.
"You're so lucky, your girlfriend is very sexy," the landlady said with a smile, watching us make love.
"I'm going to ejaculate."
"Wait a minute." She moved her buttocks away and began to stroke my penis with her hand. I also put my hand into her vagina.
"You guys really know how to do this," the landlady said, watching us masturbate.
"I'm going to climax." The female doctor was somewhat frantic. She released my penis, stood in front of me, and vigorously rubbed her clitoris with her hand. Then she cried out, her whole body convulsed, and she collapsed on top of me.
I gripped my penis tightly and ejaculated under the gaze of the two women.

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