My Wife's Plastic Surgery Diary

My Wife's Cosmetic Surgery Diary [Part 2]
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Xiao Li is a beautiful woman, not just because she's my wife, but because we've been having frequent sex lately. A woman in her thirties, when in a good mood, becomes increasingly radiant and beautiful. Every day when I come home from work, I see my wife's slender waist moving in and out of the kitchen, busy preparing food. I stand at attention, saluting, with only one thought in my mind: (fucking). Not gentle lovemaking, but forceful penetration, sweat pouring down, both of us passionately engaged—that's what's truly satisfying.
However, recently, my wife's pubic hair has grown back like wild grass, almost a centimeter long. When we're intimate, it's prickly and uncomfortable. I remembered the Indian doctor recommending we go back to the clinic for laser hair removal for a permanent solution. We
scheduled a follow-up appointment for next Thursday. The clinic was very busy; even though our appointment time arrived, the previous patient hadn't finished surgery yet. We waited a long time before being seen. The doctor apologized for the delay.
The doctor first performed an examination, then typed "laser hire remove" on the computer. He told us that this time, laser hair removal would be used to burn off the hair follicles of unwanted hairs, preventing regrowth, unlike the previous hair removal cream which only temporarily removed the hair.
However, his wife's skin in that area was sensitive, so a high-energy laser couldn't be used in one session. A reduced-energy scan, or even a combination of laser and IPL techniques, would be needed to avoid damaging her delicate pubic skin. Multiple sessions would be required for effectiveness, estimated at three to six treatments, each session more slowly eliminating the hair roots.
We agreed to the procedure. The doctor took out a catalog full of pictures of female external genitalia and asked her to choose a design where a tuft of pubic hair could be left above the pubic bone. Apparently, some pubic hair could be retained. Xiao Li hesitated for a long time before choosing a heart-shaped design less than an inch in diameter directly above the opening of the vulva.
The doctor wrote down some surgical instructions, handed them to Nurse Bo, and then went to see the next patient. After obtaining the surgical consent, we went to another operating room, the laser room. Xiao Li sat on the operating table again, took off her pants, and lay flat on the table. She was now very used to this kind of surgery, looking relaxed with her eyes closed.
A young brown-haired nurse took a pair of electric hair clippers and carefully shaved off all of her newly grown pubic hair. She took a metal heart-shaped patch, aligned it, and placed it directly above her pubic bone with a piece of double-sided tape. She cleaned the affected area, applied a layer of anesthetic, and after waiting for five or six minutes, an older female doctor came in. She wore goggles on her forehead and put a thick eye mask on Xiao Li as well. She told me to leave, saying it was state regulation that people had to leave the laser area. I squeezed Xiao Li's hand and said to her, "Little sister, be good, I'll wait for you outside." She nodded and said, "Okay."
I went outside and sat on the family chair outside the door to wait. The electric door closed automatically. It took almost an hour to finish, and then the electric door opened automatically again. Xiaoli was already dressed neatly. The female doctor told her when to come to the clinic next time and that she could have her leg hair removed at the same time. The last time, she would have her skin whitened. Xiaoli was overjoyed to hear this.
Our home wasn't far from the hospital, and we walked home hand in hand. Perhaps because of the recent surgery, her private parts had been touched for so long, and Xiaoli's adrenaline was running high the whole way. She was clingy and affectionate, and inexplicably started acting coquettish. This made my hormones surge to their peak as well.
Upon entering the house, Xiaoli hurriedly went to the bathroom, washed herself clean, and quickly got into bed. She beckoned to me eagerly, and I, overwhelmed by hormones, rushed to the bed. We kissed passionately, one hand tightly embracing Xiaoli's upper body, the other reaching for her private parts. Her clitoris was swollen and red, peeking out from between her labia, while her crotch was already soaking wet.
I inserted a section of my index finger, circling it around her vulva. Her entire buttocks involuntarily twisted in the opposite direction with my finger, making muffled noises. I continued to rotate, and she became anxious, squeezing my arm tightly between her thighs, her whole body trembling, her buttocks thrusting upwards as if trying to suck my finger in completely. She truly seemed like she hadn't had sex in decades, as if she had been starved for it for a long time.
I chuckled softly, climbed between her legs, withdrew my fingers, lifted my throbbing, rock-hard penis, and thrust it in all the way, pumping hard and forcefully. She gritted her teeth, responding to my violent lovemaking with all her might, holding my upper body tightly, her mouth groaning as I thrust in and out, "Ah! Ah!" I continued, my lower body moving relentlessly, whispering in her ear, "Little sister, I want you to have our child." She became even more agitated, responding to my thrusts.
In the months since our marriage, I had never seen her so excited and engaged. I, too, grew increasingly excited, accelerating my thrusts, adding to the side-to-side movements. We both became completely absorbed, panting, our bodies sticky and drenched in sweat.
Suddenly, she shuddered and collapsed onto the bed, convulsing. I knew she had reached the peak of her first orgasm. I was also excited, let out a shout, and ejaculated a large amount of semen, filling her vagina completely. Xiaoli moaned loudly. I withdrew from her.
The storm had passed, and the atmosphere calmed down. I kissed her and checked her vulva after the surgery. I saw some dark hair roots still growing on her groin. She told me the doctor said most of the hair follicles had been burned off and would fall out naturally within ten days. The next laser treatment would depend on the percentage of hair removed.
I didn't care how many more laser treatments she needed. After a short rest, I thrust into her one last time with all my might.
Part Two: Another Laser Treatment
A month passed, and it was time for Xiaoli to go to the clinic again. This time, a female doctor saw her, and she went directly into the laser operating room. The pubic hair around her external genitalia, except for the areas to be preserved, was noticeably thinner, but not completely gone. The doctor decided to do it again, and also remove the hair from her legs, following the same steps as before.
The electric door closed, and an hour later, it opened again. Xiaoli walked out of the operating room, and they went home hand in hand. Xiaoli seemed quiet and depressed. I didn't know what was wrong and was puzzled, but I didn't dare ask. I could only lower my head and walk home silently with her. Back home
, I pressed her for answers, asking what was wrong with her. She lowered her head and began to sob. After pressing her further, I learned what had happened. "My period hadn't come for two weeks, and I was so happy, thinking I was pregnant. But today at the clinic, it suddenly came. It was so embarrassing, and I'm so sad."
"The best time for a woman to have children is between 20 and 30. You're only in your early 30s, you have plenty of opportunities to have a baby. As long as the timing of our sex is right, what's there to worry about? Let's do it now," I comforted her. She laughed through her tears and said, "Nonsense, how can we do it today?"
"According to the information, a woman ovulates one to ten days before her period and can only get pregnant then. If we conserve our energy and have sex at that time, we'll have a better chance of success and have a son," I said, regretting it as soon as I finished speaking. Xiaoli smiled charmingly, and I knew that once
I said those words, there was no going back. For the past three weeks, Xiaoli has been wary of me like a thief, even wearing thick jeans and a belt to bed, afraid that I would sneak up on her. I tried to seduce her with words or body language, but she remained unmoved, which drove me crazy. That day, my prostitution sentence ended. That evening, Xiaoli, looking incredibly alluring, glanced at me shyly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. I pretended to be exhausted from work and collapsed onto the bed like a bear. She couldn't contain herself and asked, "Brother! Are you tired?"
"Ugh! Tired!" "Want a drink?" "Not thirsty! Thanks." "A glass of red wine to perk me up." "I'm going to sleep, what's the point of perking me up?" She got impatient, reached down to my crotch and grabbed my penis, saying, "Sleep? Time to get to work!"
Then she discovered my penis was already erect. "Wow! You're such a tease! You're just messing with me."
We stood naked before each other. Xiaoli's face was flushed with desire, her expression a mixture of hormones and excitement. Her eyes were half-closed as she looked at me. I knew that every time she showed that expression, it meant she wanted me to penetrate her hard.
I pulled her pillow out from under her head and tucked it under her buttocks. Her tender, recently shaved vulva was now clearly visible. A heart-shaped pubic hair, only about an inch in diameter and a centimeter long, grew on her pubic bone. It was dark, shiny, and beautiful. Her pink clitoris was swollen like a peeled peanut. Below were two wrinkled labia minora, timidly nestled between the labia majora. Below that was an opening, glistening with moisture, seemingly begging for my entry.
I gripped my hard penis and forcefully inserted it. A warm sensation enveloped it. I quickly pulled out and thrust in again. At first, she just nervously clung to my upper body, but gradually her expression grew increasingly tense, her breathing heavy. Finally, she cried out loudly, uttering something incoherent, before collapsing into a relaxed, flat position. I knew she had reached orgasm. I ejaculated, pulled out my penis, and lay down beside her, instructing her to remain in a flat position to facilitate sperm entry into the uterus (a superstition).
This work of creating offspring for our ancestors lasted five days before I finally got a two-day weekend. Oh! It was exhausting. Treating anything as work is truly tiring. However, diligent work really does pay off. Recently, my wife told me she's pregnant, and I immediately called my father-in-law and parents in Taiwan to report.
Xiao Li went for her last follow-up appointment. She insisted I didn't go with her. When she came back, she told me with a smile that she was treating herself. She spent a little money and that evening took off her underwear. On the right side of her pubic bone, where her heart-shaped pubic hair was, she had a vibrant, blooming red rose tattooed. She also had two VCH AWG 24 platinum clitoral rings installed above and below her clitoris.
Xiao Li explained that she got them done at the jewelry store next to the clinic. Apparently, the clitoris has many sensitive nerves, and if an unlicensed person does the piercing, they could easily damage the nerves. The owner of the store was actually the Indian female doctor at the clinic. She would insert a long surgical needle from below the clitoris and above the urethral opening, then exit from under the clitoral foreskin. Because she avoided the nerves, she didn't feel much pain.
The "V" in "VCH" refers to a vertical insertion point. The proper English name for a vaginal ring is "clitoral hood piercing," a J-shaped object made of precious metal. One end is a spherical bead, and the other is slightly pointed to pass through the back of the clitoris. After passing through, another bead is placed on the pointed end, and the ring is clamped with pliers to sterilize it. The whole process takes less than ten minutes.
However, the thickness of this small ornament needs to be chosen according to the thickness of the wearer's clitoral flesh. Sizes range from AWG 12 to AWG 18. After healing, the clitoris protrudes more during intercourse, making it more pleasurable.
I said, "Little sister, you've been brainwashed by this sales pitch." Xiao Li shrugged dismissively and turned over to sleep.
We are waiting for our ABC baby to arrive in four months.

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