My father-in-law's experience treating me (exciting)

[My Father-in-Law's Treatment Experience]
[The End]

I've hesitated for a long time, unsure whether to share my experience.
Hmm, quite hesitant—I'll post as much as I can from my diary, since no one will know who I am anyway.
I'm 32 this year, and my husband is 6 years older than me. He says he loves my figure the most; I have almost no excess fat, and at 167cm tall, I often attract attention from the opposite sex on the street.
After we got married, he hugged me far more than we made love. I always thought other couples were like this; aside from sensory stimulation, I didn't experience the legendary female orgasm.
My husband spends most of the year in Africa, bringing small goods from China to foreign countries and importing local minerals back to China. Since meeting him, I've never felt the concept of money; reasonable expenses are easily met. When my husband isn't
home, I live with my in-laws. Besides washing my own underwear, my mother-in-law does all the housework, even though she's not in good health, she doesn't let me do anything. Actually, I'm quite bored outside of work. I rarely go to my own home when my husband isn't there; it's more lively with my in-laws.
My father-in-law is a doctor who retired early and runs his own clinic. He's usually quite busy and rarely comes home for meals.
In the summer of 2009, my husband had just gone to Africa. I suddenly felt an itching sensation in my genital area, which was very uncomfortable. I
hadn't felt this way before. Since my father-in-law is a doctor, I told him about my discomfort. He told me to go to the hospital for a routine gynecological exam and then see what happened.
I did as he said.
When I showed the doctor the test results, the doctor looked at me suspiciously and said I needed to take medication, get injections, and have my husband apply some topical medication every day.
I thought to myself, "It's just an itch, why is it so complicated? Maybe it'll get better in a few days."
I didn't take it seriously at all.
I went home without even getting the medication.
A few days later, my father-in-law asked if I had gone for the tests.
I said I had, and the doctor said I needed a lot of medication and topical medication.
My father-in-law asked to see the report, which I casually took out of my bag and handed to him before going to watch TV.
After dinner, my mother-in-law went dancing, and my father-in-law and I watched TV. I noticed he seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
Confused, I asked him what was wrong.
He said it was about my health and he needed to talk to me.
I felt a little nervous and looked at him.
He said that according to the test results, I needed to receive treatment immediately, otherwise it would be troublesome.
I said my husband wasn't home, and I'd have to apply ointments and creams; how could I manage alone? Besides, the itching would pass quickly.
He said seriously, "Your gynecological problem this time must be taken seriously, otherwise the consequences will be severe."
At this point, I really started to feel nervous. I haven't had children and haven't used contraception. Could it be that I have a gynecological problem? That's what I was thinking.
What should I do? I asked my father-in-law.
He said that from now on, I had to go to his clinic once a day before and after work for treatment. Tomorrow morning wouldn't be enough time; he needed to prepare some medicine, and I would start after work tomorrow.
I thought to myself, "Is it really necessary?"
But I still listened to him.
The next day after work, I didn't go straight home but went to my father-in-law's clinic.
There were still some patients there. When he saw me, he told me to wait.
About half an hour later, after seeing off the last patient, he closed the clinic and had me sit across from
him at his desk. "Child," he said, "let's talk about your condition." I said, "Yes." "
According to the test results, you have genital warts. It's a difficult-to-treat reproductive system disease, commonly affecting the male and female genital organs."
I was stunned—a sudden chill ran through me, and my mind went blank. "Child, don't be nervous. If you actively cooperate with the treatment, there's still a chance of recovery," my father-in-law said, trying to comfort me.
"How did I get it?"
I asked. I could see he seemed bewildered after hearing my story.
I rarely eat out except for work, let alone stay out overnight. My boss has invited me to dinner several times, but I've always declined. As a woman, I'm a very calm and good woman, but after marriage, I've even lost my friends. "
Dad, what should I do?"
My father-in-law looked at me and said, "It's possible you got infected accidentally while using a public restroom, but you have to get treatment now. If you don't mind, besides injections and medication, Dad will apply ointment to the affected area every day."
I nodded.
Then, my father-in-law gave me my daily medication and gave me an injection. It hurt so much!
After the injection, I was in so much pain I couldn't even stand up. The swelling in my buttocks, where the injection was given, extended all the way to my thigh.
My father-in-law felt sorry for me seeing me in so much pain.
It took a while before I could get up.
My father-in-law said, "You still need to lie down inside and take...take off your pants"—he stammered awkwardly. I suddenly realized I had to take off my underwear and be naked in front of my father-in-law. My face flushed, and I felt feverish—I stood there frozen beside him, not knowing what to do.
"Child, genital warts often grow at the vaginal opening and around the vagina, and some even grow inside the vagina. They're hard to reach yourself. You're my daughter-in-law, but if you get sick, there's nothing I can do,"
my father-in-law said kindly. "
Why did I get this disease?" I muttered to myself bitterly, tears streaming down my face. "
Child, don't be sad. Get treatment, you'll get better"—I don't know how long I stood there awkwardly, then said to my father-in-law, "Dad, please treat me."
So I went to another treatment room, stiffly took off my underwear, and lifted my skirt to my stomach—my father-in-law walked in. I was still a little shy, keeping my legs tightly closed, not daring to look at him.
"Child, relax, you'll get better soon," my father-in-law said kindly.
But could I relax? If it were a stranger, maybe it wouldn't matter, but this was my husband's father... sigh! My father-
in-law dragged over a chair, put on his reading glasses, turned on the treatment lamp, and with a little effort, I naturally opened my legs, still feeling shy.
The desk lamp was very hot. With my legs spread, the light shone directly on my genitals, making them feel hot under the light. My entire genitals were exposed to my father-in-law's gaze—I felt so awkward. Spreading my legs, in such a shy position, I turned my head away embarrassedly.
The room was extremely quiet; I could hear my own heartbeat and my father-in-law's breathing—I felt a cool sensation on my genitals—and involuntarily let out a moan. My father-in-law's hand was on my genitals, it felt like he was turning my clitoris from side to side, and then he rubbed something on my vaginal opening.
Damn it, I must be wet. Embarrassed, I clenched my fists—and I couldn't help but moan again. I felt my father-in-law trying to widen my vaginal opening, it felt like his fingers were already inside me.
Then, my father-in-law said there were some around the vagina, and a few more about one centimeter deep inside. I could only numbly respond; I didn't know what to say. About 15 minutes later, he said, "That's all. It's best to check the anus as well to see if it's spread."
Seeing I didn't react, he gently said, "Turn over, lie face down, with your buttocks facing me." Numbly, I did as he said, turning over, kneeling, and raising my buttocks. I didn't dare look at him while turning; my face felt burning.
I felt him pry open my anus with his hands. When he tried to insert his fingers, the throbbing sensation of a foreign object made me cry out in pain. He ignored me and continued examining.
A few minutes later, he said, "Okay, there are a few at the anus, but I don't think I found anything inside."
After saying that, he left, leaving me alone in the treatment room.
I remained in the same position, unsure what to do. Perhaps after a moment, I came to my senses and quickly got up and dressed.
When I walked out of the treatment room, I saw my father-in-law writing something in his notebook. He smiled at me when he saw me come out, but didn't say anything. I felt extremely embarrassed. "
Dad, is my condition serious?" I asked.
He said it was alright, with timely treatment, it should be fine.
"How long will it take?" I asked. "
Well, genital warts are controlled quickly, about a week, because your condition isn't serious, but I'm worried about recurrence.
Ideally, in addition to oral medication and injections, you should apply topical treatment three times a day.
This will help you heal faster."
"Then—?" I didn't know how to answer my father-in-law. "Well, your work isn't far from here, so apply it three times a day, morning, noon, and night. Apply it again before bed."
He muttered to himself.
I thought, "I've already done all this today, as long as I can get better quickly, I'm willing to do anything." Besides, my father-in-law isn't an outsider.
So I went home. My father-in-law didn't come home for dinner. The next day, he had already left. I knew he was waiting for me at the clinic, so I went to his clinic.
Upon arriving at the clinic, I obediently went to the treatment room, where my father-in-law repeated the treatment procedure from the previous night. He then gave me an injection, but today's injection didn't hurt as much as yesterday's.
I went to see my father-in-law at noon, and in the evening, after showering, I went to see him as agreed. It was the same injection and topical treatment again.
Although it had only been two days of treatment, I felt I had already gotten used to this method, treating my father-in-law as the doctor and myself as the patient.
But every time my father-in-law touched my genitals and anus, I still felt a strange physical sensation under his fingers.
Hmm—I suddenly felt my father-in-law's finger inserted into my vagina, and definitely not just one centimeter. When he heard me cry out, perhaps realizing it was too deep, he quickly withdrew his finger. I then groaned again—I felt his finger hesitating at the entrance of my vagina.
Child, does it hurt?
Sigh! My father-in-law asked me this, and I didn't know how to answer. What kind of pain was this? This old man—seeing that I didn't answer, he slowly inserted his finger again, exploring something along the upper wall of my vagina.
Actually, I knew very well that this was no longer an examination, but the touch of his finger on the upper wall of my vagina gave me a kind of stimulation and pleasure I had never experienced before—so I couldn't help but moan again—this time I felt his finger inside my vagina stop, but not pull out. I couldn't help but twist my hips, but he still didn't move. I consciously moved my hips down a little, and my body language seemed to make him understand something. So his finger went back to the upper wall of my vagina. Under the stimulation of his finger, a kind of stimulation I had never experienced before came from my lower body and spread throughout my body. My whole body trembled uncontrollably. When I came to, I was lying alone on the bed in the treatment room, limp.
Thinking back on what had just happened, was this the legendary orgasm?
I got up, but the thought of meeting my father-in-law when I went out made me not know what to do. My first orgasm as a woman happened during my father-in-law's treatment—sigh, how am I supposed to face him, my mother-in-law, and my husband now? Flustered, I put on my underwear and walked out of the treatment room. Seeing me come out, my
father-in-law looked at me with loving eyes and said, "The genital warts are under control, don't worry." He then added, "Wait for me
a moment, I'll go home with you today." I stood at the door, bewildered, waiting for him. A little while later, he came out and walked me home. We barely spoke on the way. Thankfully, in the darkness, he couldn't see my flushed face.
Once home, I went to the bathroom and then went to my room. Lying in bed, recalling the unprecedented stimulation my father-in-law had given me, I buried my face in the pillow in shame, and before I knew it, dawn had broken.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt my underwear was wet—my father-in-law was no longer home. I showered, ate breakfast, and went to his clinic, but today my steps felt heavy. Sigh!
When I arrived at the clinic, my father-in-law had already finished cleaning. I lowered my head and walked into the treatment room. Even
though I was used to taking off my pants and getting into bed, it felt incredibly awkward today. My first orgasm had actually occurred under my father-in-law's fingers, and I was so ashamed I didn't know what to do.
After a while, my father-in-law came in and jokingly asked, "Did you sleep well?"
Embarrassed, I turned my head away and instinctively opened my legs to him.
"Today we'll treat your anus first," my father-in-law said. I turned over and knelt on the treatment bed.
My father-in-law applied something around my anus and then had me turn over.
The most embarrassing thing for a woman is to completely open her legs to a man.
Every time, I still feel shy.
After my father-in-law parted my legs, he didn't touch my genitals directly. I felt a warm, intermittent sensation from my genitals, not the heat of the light, it was strange—then I felt the treatment begin. My father-in-law carefully worked on and applied the substance to my genitals.
Then he parted my vaginal opening, and during this process, I felt waves of stimulation in my lower body. I tried my best to control myself and not make a sound.
It was over quickly.
Then I got the injection. As I was leaving, my father-in-law told me I didn't need to go at noon; starting today, two treatments a day would suffice.
I knew this meant my genital warts were basically under control, and I was quite happy.
After work, I went to my father-in-law's clinic as usual. After waiting a while, and after all the other patients left, my father-in-law jokingly said to me, "You look good today." I chuckled and told him it was because I was almost cured.
But deep down, there seemed to be a strange, inexplicable expectation, something I couldn't quite explain.
My father-in-law followed me to the treatment room. I casually asked him, "Should we treat the front or the back first today?"
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "The back."
So, for the first time, I took off my underwear in front of him. Out of the corner of my eye, I felt him watching me as I took off my underwear under my skirt—I climbed onto the bed, knelt down with my back to him, and stuck my buttocks out.
I don't know how I became so comfortable?
Perhaps it was the climax my father-in-law gave me yesterday, a hint of unspoken wantonness creeping into my shyness—oh dear, I cried out involuntarily, it seems my father-in-law inserted his finger into my anus today.
Dad, it's swollen.
"Hmm, let me check inside again. The genital warts on the outside have already flattened."
At that moment, I felt my father-in-law's finger in my anus, and it was clearly inserted quite deeply. It felt swollen and uncomfortable, but this discomfort wasn't painful; there was a slight stimulating pleasure mixed with the discomfort—I even felt the urge to defecate, and I was really worried I wouldn't be able to control it. When my father-in-law pulled his finger out, my anus had already adapted to his finger. He pulled it out abruptly, and I seemed to feel a slight sense of loss—I wanted to fart, but nothing came out. "
Okay, turn over."
My father-in-law finished speaking and went to wash his hands.
After turning over, my skirt was on my stomach. I was considering whether to pull it down or leave it as is when my father-in-law came in. "
The lesions around the anus have flattened; after cleaning it today, just observe it."
I saw my father-in-law looking at me lying flat, consciously glancing at my naked genitals.
My father-in-law came over, took an alcohol swab, and told me to raise my legs higher. I didn't know what my father-in-law wanted to do.
Instantly, a cool sensation spread around my anus. My father-in-law was disinfecting the area and even stuffing alcohol swabs inside. The coolness stimulated me, and I let out a cold breath. "
Okay, put your legs down and spread them apart." My father-in-law said that since he brought me to orgasm yesterday, I was much more relaxed and less pretentious with him today. Naturally, I opened my legs for him.
He dragged a chair over and sat between my spread legs. I lay flat, waiting for his further treatment.
Suddenly, I felt that he wasn't doing what he usually did. Instead, he placed one hand directly on my genitals, as if his thumb was digging into my vaginal opening. Then, seemingly unintentionally, his thumb rested on my clitoris, rubbing it lightly. "
Want more?
" he asked softly. I was already very tense because of his thumb, my fists clenched tightly, unsure how to answer. "
You leaked a lot yesterday, and the ointment you applied fell off."
I immediately understood what my father-in-law meant: if I wanted to experience pleasure again today, it should be before the treatment.
But how could I bring myself to say it? Besides, with my hand on her vaginal opening and rubbing her clitoris, asking her if she wanted it would just make me look bad.
But under my father-in-law's constant stimulation, I couldn't help but moan a few times. I really wanted to experience that orgasm I'd never felt before, that feeling of my whole body convulsing.
So my father-in-law tentatively inserted his finger into my vagina, and I cooperated by trying to open my legs a little wider.
Actually, my legs were already at their limit.
I felt my father-in-law standing up and walking to my side while still inserting his finger into my vagina. When
I realized he was coming, I quickly turned my head away, not wanting him to see my embarrassing state.
As my father-in-law's fingers moved rhythmically, the stimulation in my lower body grew stronger. I tried to raise my hips to match his hand as he inserted it into my vagina. Just as I felt that trembling sensation from yesterday returning, my father-in-law suddenly withdrew his finger—I couldn't help but cry out "Ah!" as he pulled it out. I opened my eyes abruptly and saw my father-in-law staring at me. I was so surprised that I didn't know what to do. "
Child, it's hard on you all by yourself, but I feel guilty for doing this," my father-in-law said.
Hearing his words, I was ashamed and didn't know what to do. "I'll satisfy you one more time today, but this is the last time, child. It's all my fault,"
my father-in-law continued.
After saying that, he ignored my expression and reinserted his hand into my already very wet vagina. Unlike yesterday, his other hand went directly from my collar to my breast. I instinctively grabbed his hand that was already pressing against my nipple.
"Relax, child, have a good time, relax, child"—at my father-in-law's prompting, I gradually loosened my grip on his hand. With his continuous, double stimulation, I felt a burning sensation in my lower body, and I heard my moans intensify. When I regained consciousness, I felt my father-in-law wiping my genitals. At that moment, I was too lazy to move. I knew that after wiping my genitals, he would apply medicine. I don't know how he applied the medicine; I didn't even lift my legs.
After a while, my father-in-law took a blanket and covered me, gently saying, "Rest a while, child."
I don't know how long I lay there. When I tried to get up to find my underwear, I found that my father-in-law had already dressed me. I staggered out of the treatment room and saw my father-in-law watching TV. When he saw me get up, he quickly stood up. "
Dad, thank you!"
I am sincerely grateful to my father for letting me experience the orgasms a woman should have time and time again.
(Part 2) The diary entries are a bit messy; organizing them is quite a hassle.
During the subsequent treatment, this didn't happen again. My father-in-law applied the ointment and left the treatment room. About 10 days later, after a thorough examination of my anus and vagina, the lesions had disappeared. Another week of injections was expected to be enough. My
relationship with my father-in-law had become noticeably closer. He was even more caring towards me than before.
Time passed slowly. As a woman, it's impossible not to think about that. Especially around menstruation, or after some stimulation, the desire is very strong.
But women are different from men; even if they want to satisfy their physical desires, they must consider the influence and constraints of social ethics and morality on women.
A few months later, on a Sunday afternoon, I was bored at home and watched a DVD. The movie contained many descriptions of sex, and after watching it, I felt a restless rush of blood. My mother-in-law wasn't home, so I hesitated for a moment before calling my father-in-law, saying that my genitals were a little itchy and asking him to check.
I could hear the tension in his voice on the phone; he told me to come over immediately.
When I arrived at my father-in-law's clinic, there were several people there. He noticed my flushed face and asked if I had a fever.
He touched my forehead and said I had no fever. He then told me to lie down in the treatment room.
After a while, he came in and, seeing I hadn't taken off my clothes, said, "Let me check you."
So I stood up and took off my pants in front of him. He tried to look away, but I glanced at him. After taking off my pants, I got into bed, feeling a little uncomfortable.
He turned on the bedside lamp, pulled up a chair, and sat between my spread legs.
I remember he first used alcohol swabs to clean my genitals; it felt cool and stimulating.
Then he directly touched my genitals with his hands, examining them inside and out: "Where does it itch?"
I said, "A little inside."
He then used his hands to spread my vagina apart. During his examination, his fingers briefly went inside, but quickly withdrew. "
Child, put your clothes back on. There's nothing wrong. You can go home now."
After speaking, my father-in-law went out to deal with the patients.
For the past few months, he has maintained a dignified presence as an elder in my presence, even today.
I secretly hoped he could help me, to satisfy my sexual desires.
But he didn't do that; instead, my desire only intensified.
But after my father-in-law's routine touch on my genitals, I seemed to relax a lot. Sigh! Being a woman is sometimes really tough.
When my father-in-law came home that evening, he didn't mention my afternoon checkup, just chatted about everyday things, and went back to his room.
After being rejected by him that time, I never dared to use that as an excuse to get stimulation and satisfaction from him again.
Several months passed, and winter came.
An unexpected opportunity rekindled my lifeless heart.
One morning, my father-in-law was hit by an electric scooter on his way to the clinic, fracturing his right hand and right shinbone, requiring surgery.
He was hospitalized.
My mother-in-law, due to poor health, couldn't stay with him in the hospital for long, so I took leave to stay with him.
Since we were financially comfortable, I got him a large private room and hired a caregiver. The doctor said it was a VIP ward, costing 300 yuan a day. 300 it is, reasonable expense; we have more money than we can spend.
One of the hospital's leaders was once my father-in-law's student and even gave him discounts and preferential treatment.
So, every morning I had to go home early to bring the meals my mother-in-law had prepared to the hospital, then accompany my father-in-law while he received his IV drip. I had to go back home at noon and in the evening to get him food and bring home any gifts that people gave me. It was busier than a regular job. For the first few days of my father-in-law's hospitalization, my mother-in-law stayed with him during the day. On the fourth day, his condition stabilized, and I told her not to come anymore.
One evening on the fifth day of his hospitalization, the caregiver had to take three hours off. My father-in-law said, "Let my mother -in-law
come over tomorrow to help me bathe." "Why do you need my mother-in-law, Dad?" I asked. "I'll bathe you now."
My father-in-law hadn't been able to bathe since his surgery, so he was probably feeling uncomfortable. I immediately got up to prepare the necessary items for bathing him. I turned on the hot water tap and filled it.
My father-in-law seemed to want to say something, but he didn't. He sighed and continued watching his TV.
I carried the filled water to the small table next to my father-in-law, wrung out the towel, and carefully began to wash his hair, face, and body. His upper body was quite strong, but he couldn't wipe his fractured right hand. He cooperated, and I wiped every part of his upper body at least twice.
Then I went to change the water. When I brought it back, he said, bewildered, that he could wipe his lower body himself.
How could that be? One hand was definitely inconvenient. I stubbornly lifted the blanket, and then, I froze.
My father-in-law's lower body was naked, one leg recently operated on and wrapped in many bandages—his penis was hanging between his legs, and under my gaze, it showed a slight tendency to rise—even in this state, besides my heart starting to race, I pretended to naturally wring out the towel.
"Dad, lie down," I said, and began wiping his lower abdomen. As I was wiping, my father-in-law's penis dangled and hardened right before my eyes. Good heavens, it was more than twice the size of my husband's, and so thick, bulging with veins—"Dad, your thing is really big!" I tried to joke. "
What are you saying, you little devil? Aren't all men the same?" my father-in-law replied with a clearly dismissive laugh.
After wiping his lower abdomen, I started wiping down along the edge of his pubic hair. His penis was even more erect now, and it emitted a distinctively masculine odor. As I wiped his inner thighs, the back of my hand occasionally brushed against his erect penis. "Dad, let me wipe this too," I said, pointing to the head of his penis. "
No, child, girls shouldn't touch that area."
"What? Dad's still so old-fashioned!"
I said, ignoring his feelings, and directly began wiping his erect penis with a hot towel.
While wiping, I said to my father-in-law, "Dad, don't be fooled by how thin this thing is; it's quite a hassle to clean. This skin is slippery from all the movement." "
Son, just a quick wipe here is fine; this isn't something a girl should do."
My father-in-law tried to sit up, but couldn't.
As soon as he finished speaking, I used my hand to pull down the foreskin of his penis, completely exposing the glans. There was a lot of smegma accumulated in the glans groove. "
Dad, it's so dirty here!"
I said, tentatively grasping his penis with my hand and pulling the foreskin down completely, thinking to myself, "My father-in-law's penis is really thick."
At the same time, I used my other hand to carefully clean the smegma from under the glans. "
Son, don't, don't do this, I can't take it—" my father-in-law tried to say something, but I didn't care.
Actually, at this point, I really didn't have any other thoughts. I was just amazed at how thick my father-in-law's penis could be.
Besides my husband's penis, I had never seen any other man get erect.
After cleaning the grime from my father-in-law's groin, I used a hot towel to wipe his penis thoroughly, inside and out. Then, quite naturally, I cupped his penis in my hand and said to him, "Dad, does it feel good now?"
He ignored me.
His penis was now hard and purplish-red. Suddenly, I felt a surge of urge, and mischievously, I stroked it up and down a few times—"Child, stop, child—" He didn't say much, but his penis in my hand became even harder than before. Then, streams of white fluid shot out from the opening. I froze. His penis was throbbing in my hand. I hadn't expected it, I really hadn't expected to make my father-in-law ejaculate. "
Dad—Dad—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I didn't know what to say to my father-in-law. "
Sigh!" He sighed.
"It's not your fault, child. It's been almost twenty years since anyone touched me—your mother hated intimacy after she turned forty, sigh!"
As my father-in-law spoke, tears welled up in his eyes—my mind was a complete blank at that moment. I quickly wiped the liquid that had sprayed everywhere after he ejaculated. His penis wasn't completely soft, and as I cleaned up the surrounding area and wiped his penis again, it slowly became erect in my hand. I squeezed it a little harder. "Dad, how are you so amazing? I wish Jiayuan (my husband) was half as good as you," I said with a hint of reproach. My father-
in-law didn't respond. After I finished wiping him clean, I sat down next to him, and he warmly squeezed my hand, saying, "Child, thank you!"
At that moment, there seemed to be another complex look in his eyes. I didn't dare to think too much about it. Even now, thinking back, I vaguely remember saying, "Dad, as long as you're willing, your daughter is willing to take care of you."
Actually, I didn't know what I meant by those words.
After that, my father-in-law and I didn't chat much. We watched TV, and around 10 p.m., the caregiver returned, so I got up and went home.
Lying in bed at home, I felt a mix of anticipation and fear; after all, he was my father-in-law. In my drowsy state, I woke up to a new day.
The next day, as soon as he saw me, he asked if I slept well. His face was radiant. I sat beside him and asked if the pain was better. He said much better.
With my care, he finished his breakfast.
Days passed, and on the seventh day after the surgery, the stitches were removed. This nearly 60-year-old man was recovering quite well. He said he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for long.
After the stitches were removed, I wanted to wipe his body again. I asked him if it was alright to wipe his body tonight.
My father-in-law said my mother-in-law could do it.
I didn't let her come; I sent the caregiver out for a while that evening. From my father-in-law's eyes, he knew I wanted to wash him.
After the caregiver left, I prepared hot water and, like last time, wiped his body from head to toe. When I wiped his penis, it was erect again, just like last time, but I only squeezed it a few times. I saw him close his eyes and pretend not to notice.
After the stitches were removed, he could wear shorts. Because his penis had been erect the whole time, I used my hand to press it down before I could put the shorts on.
After everything was done, I sat down next to him. At this point, there was no need to say anything. Actually, since my father-in-law treated me, I felt our relationship had grown closer.
I squeezed his hand and said, "Dad, shall I give you a massage?"
He smiled but didn't say anything.
I slipped my hand under the covers, through his shorts, and grasped my father-in-law's erect penis. While talking to him, I gently stroked it up and down, feeling its hardness. "
Dad, does it feel good?"
"Mmm," he replied, his eyes closed, not looking at me.
This was the glans I was holding; a little fluid had already seeped out. I used my thumb to spread the fluid over the entire glans, then rubbed it little by little from the glans to the frenulum—suddenly, he grabbed my hand and began stroking it up and down. I mimicked him, and his penis grew even harder in my hand, throbbing and pulsating until he ejaculated, a lot.
After he calmed down, I fetched some hot water, wiped his genitals, and changed his shorts.
Leaning against my father-in-law's bed, I felt so tired—
(Part 2) After my father-in-law's stitches were removed, he stayed in the hospital for four more days. Since we didn't have any time alone together, there was no further contact between us.
But I kept hoping something would happen. Sometimes, sitting next to him for a long time, looking into his gentle eyes, I would feel aroused. After all, he was my father-in-law, my husband's father, so even if I had any expectations, they were instantly dispelled by my moral conscience.
After bringing my father-in-law home, my mother-in-law took care of him, and I ended my leave.
During my time back, I would exchange glances with him, especially during meals. But my anticipation was mixed with fear; I was afraid this abnormal feeling might bring some unforeseen consequences.
My father-in-law recovered well. After resting at home for a month, he went back to work. I don't usually like driving, but for my father-in-law's convenience, I drove him to and from work.
People are strange sometimes. My father-in-law and I had been intimate in many ways, except for sex, yet we still outwardly respected each other greatly, even avoiding the smallest physical contact.
During the Spring Festival of 2010, my husband returned. Unlike before, when I let him do whatever he wanted, I would touch his penis beforehand. Once, he even ejaculated in my hand. However, my husband's penis was significantly smaller than my father-in-law's. Whenever I made love with my husband, I would often think of the feeling of my father-in-law's penis in my hand.
I'm a virtuous woman, but after touching my father-in-law's penis, I always felt a little lost
when I held my husband's. Although my husband couldn't give me an orgasm, thinking of my father-in-law and the stimulation his fingers had given me during sex always brought me extra pleasure and happiness.
After my husband returned, we moved back to our own home. Except for visiting my mother-in-law on Sundays, I rarely saw my father-in-law.
I miss my father-in-law. I know I miss him. My husband's trip home this time has been quite long, and it's already early summer again. Early summer in the south is actually quite hot. I remember one Sunday in May, my husband went to Yiwu, Zhejiang for business. I woke up bored and turned on the TV. It was showing a beach scene. We live not far from the beach, but it's been a long time since we've been there.
While watching TV, I called my father-in-law, whom I hadn't seen in ages. His voice was still strong and healthy on the phone, and I could tell he was happy to receive my call. I asked if he was busy. He said he was alright. I told him that Jiayuan had gone to Zhejiang, and I was quite bored at home alone.
He told me to go back home; my mother-in-law was there.
I said I wanted to go to the beach, but Jiayuan wasn't nearby. I just said it casually, but unexpectedly, he said on the phone that he was going to see a doctor near the beach that afternoon, and if possible, I could drive him there and then we could go for a walk on the beach together.
Of course I was happy to hear that, so I quickly got up, ate a quick bite, and drove to my father-in-law's.
He was a little surprised to see me so early. I said, "Dad, after you finish this, let's go to the beach for lunch first, and then I'll accompany you to your doctor's appointment.
" He readily agreed.
At the beach, I happily jumped and skipped on the sand. Although I live by the sea, it had been a long time since I'd been there. The midday sun was strong. I rented a cabin and ordered food to be delivered an hour later.
Inside the cabin, it was just my father-in-law and me chatting and laughing. Suddenly, I had a bright idea: "Dad, shall we go swimming?
" "Honey, we didn't bring a towel or swimming trunks." Seeing that he was happy to oblige, I said, "I'll go buy some."
With a knowing smile from him, I went out to buy the things.
When I returned, my father-in-law was lying on a chair in the cabin, resting with his eyes closed. I quietly and suddenly grabbed the sole of his foot, startling him so much that he quickly sat up. "You naughty girl!
Quick, change your clothes!"
As I spoke, I drew the curtains of the cabin and began undressing in front of my father-in-law. I noticed he didn't move, just stared
blankly at me. "Dad, it's not like we haven't seen this before. Hurry up and change!" I mumbled to him.
I saw his expression was one of stunned embarrassment: "Ah, ah—" he replied blankly, looking at me blankly.
To break the awkward silence, I changed my clothes, left the cabin, and casually said, "Take the key with you." I rushed to the beach, but I'm not a very good swimmer, so I didn't dare go into the deep water. When the water reached my chest, I was slowly washed back. There weren't many people on the beach, perhaps because of the strong midday sun.
After a while, I saw my father-in-law approaching from a distance. "
Dad, hurry up, it feels so good!" I called out to him.
He came into the sea, always keeping a few meters away from me. "Dad, I'm afraid to go into the deep water," I called out to him. "
Child, Dad is holding your hand, don't be afraid." My father-in-law moved closer to me, and I reached out and took his outstretched arm.
Soon, guided by him, the seawater reached my shoulders. A wave pulled us close together, and I nervously hugged him. Suddenly, I felt something hard pressing against my stomach. I touched it and said, "Dad, you're hard again." My father-in-law
smiled憨厚ly at me. Mischievously, I pinched his penis through his swim trunks, feeling a long-lost sensation, thoroughly enjoying myself. "
No, child, someone's seeing!"
I didn't care. With one arm around him and the other pinching his penis through his trunks, I could clearly feel it was fully erect, the glans clearly visible.
I don't know where the courage came from, but what started as pinching through his trunks now extended inside.
"Girl, no, no!"
My father-in-law nervously looked around, afraid someone would see us.
His penis was in my palm, burning hot, so full and solid.
Perhaps he realized there was no one around, or perhaps he lost control from my nagging, but in the shoulder-deep water, he suddenly grabbed my head and kissed my face.
When his tongue touched my lips, I was too weak to lean against him, one hand still inside his swim trunks—then another wave came, and he used both hands to support my buttocks. In the waves, I straddled his waist, my genitals pressed tightly against his penis—we kissed each other, seawater rushing into my mouth, salty and carrying his taste. At that moment, I clung tightly to my father-in-law's neck, afraid he would let go and I would fall. I sensed a change in the way his hand was supporting my hips, but I didn't care. The long-awaited intimacy felt like an eternity. Then, I realized one of his hands was trying to pull down the bottom of my swim trunks, and immediately, a hot rod in the seawater pressed against my vaginal opening. I tried to open my legs a little wider—and there it was, my father-in-law was in! His penis entered my long-desired vagina in the seawater, filling it completely.
I lay on top of him, moaning involuntarily. With his movements and the rise and fall of the waves, his penis slowly moved in and out of my vagina.
The ingress was a throbbing, stimulating sensation; the withdrawal felt as if my entire vulva was being pulled out with his penis.
The sensation in my lower body grew stronger and stronger. I couldn't help but lift my hips and then lower them again to intensify the stimulation in my vagina. A tingling, pleasurable sensation spread from my vagina outwards. I felt like I couldn't hold onto my father-in-law's neck anymore, and my legs couldn't grip his waist anymore—a burning sensation came from my vagina. I knew my father-in-law was ejaculating. His penis was throbbing intensely inside me. I leaned on his shoulder, rising and falling with the waves, not wanting to move at all—after a long time, when his penis withdrew from my vagina, my body convulsed again. "Dad, I'm so tired—yes, child, let's hurry to the shore. Staying in the water for too long isn't good." I said coquettishly, hugging my father-in-law's neck and kissing his face. My
father-in-law held me with one arm and pulled up the bottom of my swim trunks with the other, then put his penis inside his trunks and helped me walk towards the shore and onto the beach.
Back in the cabin, the dishes I ordered were already laid out on the windowsill. My father-in-law helped me inside, and I lay down on a chair, not wanting to move.
I slightly opened my eyes, and my father-in-law looked at me kindly—"Dad, I'm tired."—"Hmm, child, lie down for a while." I don't know how long I lay there, but I felt a slight stimulation in my breasts. I tried to lift my eyelids, and in my hazy state, my father-in-law sat beside me, stroking my breasts. My swimsuit had been pulled to one side, and my chest was completely exposed to his view. He gently stroked me while looking at me with kind eyes.
Instinctively, I wanted to pull my swimsuit back up, but that was obviously impossible. Under his firm caresses, I gave up my shyness. "
Dad, how long have I been asleep?"
"Hmm, about half an hour." I sat up and looked at my phone. "Dad, it's 1:30. Have you eaten?" "
No, I'll eat with you when you wake up.
" "Oh, Dad, be gentle." My father-in-law pinched my nipple a little too hard, and it hurt a little.
My father-in-law changed to stroking my breasts with his entire palm, the comfortable feeling coming from top to bottom.
I continued to let him stroke me, enjoying the passive pleasure of being a woman.
My father-in-law kissed my cheek, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue to reciprocate, our lips pressed together again.
I lifted myself up and reached for my father-in-law's genitals, feeling a bulging sensation in my hand. "
Dad, no one's watching in the house anyway, if you feel uncomfortable, just take it off." I reached into my father-in-law's swim trunks, laboriously pulled out his penis, and gently stroked it from top to bottom.
"Oh," my father-in-law moaned softly. "
Dad, do you want more?"
My father-in-law didn't answer, untied the strings of my swim trunks, and lifted me up to sit between his legs—I hugged him and kissed him, his penis, under the caress of one of his hands, half of it entering my vagina. "
Dad, be gentle, it hurts."
I groaned—ah, a feeling of fullness washed over me from below, my father-in-law's penis was back inside my vagina. I sat on top of him, feeling his penis pressing deep inside me, it hurt a little. "
Dad, your thing is too long, it's touching me."
My father-in-law gently pulled out a little, but didn't stop. I sat on top of him, gently biting his tongue, nose, and mouth—as his movements intensified, the stimulation from my lower body was incredibly pleasurable, occasionally accompanied by the sounds of genitals rubbing together.
The tingling sensation returned, the feeling in my vagina was incredibly pleasurable. My father-in-law's hard penis was thrusting in and out, pounding left and right inside me. I never knew that sex could be so wonderful—an orgasm washed over me, and before it had fully subsided, another tingling sensation spread from my lower body throughout my entire body with each thrust of my father-in-law's penis—Dad, I'm going to die—I clung tightly to my father-in-law's neck, afraid that if I let go, this blissful feeling would vanish—I felt that familiar warmth in my vagina again, I knew my father-in-law had ejaculated inside me again, his penis trembling inside me, my body convulsing and moaning against him—as he ejaculated, he held me tightly, so tightly that I could hardly breathe. I wished this moment could last forever—Ring ring—before our orgasms had completely subsided, my phone rang. I instinctively picked up the phone that was right next to me and answered it without even looking at it—"Jiayuan," I cried out, my husband calling. I felt my father-in-law beneath me tremble violently. "Wife, what are you doing?"
"Huh?" I didn't know how to answer. My father-in-law's penis was still inside my vagina, not completely limp.
I... I was on the beach, and for some reason, I answered so honestly. "
Oh, have fun. I've booked daily flights back."
"Okay, be careful."
Then my husband hung up.
At that moment, I saw my father-in-law's face turn red, an unbelievable red.
"Dad, what's wrong?" My father-
in-law didn't answer, but instead hugged me even tighter.
"Child, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," my father-in-law murmured. He looked at me with a hint of embarrassment, like a child who had done something wrong.
I didn't know what to say either. I slowly lifted myself up, letting my father-in-law's penis slide out of my body, then found a towel I had just bought and wiped away the fluid that was hard to tell if it was mine or his.
After wiping my father-in-law's genitals, I looked at his drooping penis and lovingly took his limp penis into my mouth. He remained silent, frozen in the position we had just been in during sex.
I licked his penis in my mouth, focusing on the tip and then slowly moving along the frenulum. His penis grew larger in my mouth, but it never became erect again.
I released his penis and gently said to him, "It's not your fault. If it weren't for Dad, I would have ended up with another man sooner or later—" Before I finished speaking, my father-in-law suddenly picked me up and kissed me, still naked. As he kissed me, my hand remained on his penis, and he didn't become erect again.
My story with my father-in-law, though only just begun, is already nearing its end for my friends. My diary records everything that happened between us, and we still maintain a physical relationship.
But he's getting on in years, and we only have quality time together about once every two weeks. My child is three years old this year, a son. Jiayuan is very happy, and my mother-in-law adores him, but my father-in-law has always been very strict and disciplining.
He only works half a day at his clinic now, spending the other half at home. I don't know if he's my father-in-law's son or his grandson?

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