My experience of being treated by my father-in-law (Part 1)

I've hesitated for a long time, unsure whether to share my experiences with everyone.

Hmm, I'm quite hesitant—I'll just post as much of my diary as I can; after all, no one will know who I am.

I'm 32 this year, and my husband is six years older than me. He says what he likes most about me is my figure; I have almost no

excess fat, and with my 167cm height, I often attract attention from the opposite sex on the street.

After we got married, he spends far more time hugging me than making love. I always thought other couples were like this;

aside from sensory stimulation, I haven't experienced the legendary female orgasm.

My husband spends most of the year living in Africa, bringing small goods from China to foreign countries and then

importing local minerals back to China. Anyway, since I met my husband, 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. Except for washing my own underwear, my mother-in-law does

all , 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 itching, 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 immediate treatment, 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 him.

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'd start after work tomorrow.

I thought, "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 . 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 how much pain I was in.

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 numbly beside him, not knowing what to do.

"Child, genital warts often grow at the vaginal opening and around the vagina, some even inside. They

're hard . 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 up to my stomach—my father-in-law walked in

. I was still a little shy, tightly closing my already open legs, 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 facing 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...

I shyly opened my legs.

The lamp was very hot, and with my legs open, 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 view—I felt so awkward. Spreading my legs,

in such a shy posture, 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

. "Mmm"—I 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 wiped something on my vaginal opening.

Damn it, I must be wet. Embarrassed, I clenched my fists.

"Mmm"—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 even inside my vagina.

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, my father-in-law 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, raising my buttocks. I didn't dare look at him while turning over

; my whole face felt hot.

I felt my father-in-law 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, not knowing 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.

It's best to apply topical treatment three times a day in addition to oral medication and injections.

This will help you heal faster."

"Then—?" I didn't know how to answer my father-in-law .

"Well then, 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, anything is fine. 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 went to the treatment room as usual, where my father-in-law repeated the treatment procedure from the previous night. He then

gave me an injection, but it didn't hurt as much as yesterday.

I went to my father-in-law's clinic 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, I felt I had already gotten used to this method, treating my father-in-law as the doctor and

myself as the patient.

But whenever my father-in-law touched my genitals and anus, I still felt a strange physical sensation under his fingers

.

Sometimes, while treating me, he would chat about things in society.

Then came the fourth day, and in the evening, I went to my father-in-law's clinic as usual. After

four days, we had almost developed a tacit understanding: entering the clinic, taking off my underwear, spreading my legs, shining a lamp on me, applying ointment,

turning me over, sticking out my buttocks, opening my anus—when my father-in-law finished everything and was about to get up, I asked him, "Dad, have the genital warts shrunk

now ?"

"Yes," my father-in-law replied, "They look like they're recovering very quickly."

During the first examination, you mentioned a genital wart about one centimeter inside. Could it spread further inside?

My father-in-law asked, "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable inside?"

I said, "I don't know if it's psychological or something else, but sometimes the outside doesn't itch as much, but it

's still there inside.

" "Oh, is that so? Let me check more carefully then."

So, I turned over, lay flat on my back, and spread my legs. My father-in-law pulled over the lamp and started examining me.

I felt him trying to pry open my vaginal opening, and I cooperated by spreading my legs as wide as possible

so he could see clearly.

His fingers moved back and forth on my vagina. Because I was completely relaxed during the examination,

he would occasionally wipe my vagina. I knew it was discharge. It's impossible to say there was no physiological

stimulation .

Hmm—I suddenly felt my father-in-law's finger inserted into my vagina, and it was definitely not

just one centimeter. When he heard me cry out, perhaps realizing it was too deep, he quickly pulled his finger out. I

groaned —

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 my father-in-law's fingers on the upper wall of my vagina gave me a kind of stimulation and pleasure that I had never experienced before—

so I couldn't help but moan again—

this time I felt my father-in-law's fingers inside my vagina, stop, but not pull out. I couldn't help but twist

my buttocks , but my father-in-law still didn't move. I consciously moved my hips down a little, and my body language seemed to make my father-in-law understand

something. So my father-in-law's fingers went back into the upper wall of my vagina. Under the stimulation of my father-in-law's fingers,

a kind of stimulation that I had never experienced before came from my lower body and spread throughout my body. My whole body trembled uncontrollably. When I came to my senses

, I was lying alone on the bed in the treatment room, feeling soft.

Thinking back to what had just happened, was this the legendary climax?

I got up, but the thought of running into my father-in-law as I went out filled me with unease. My first climax as a woman

had occurred under my father-in-law's treatment—sigh, how am I supposed to face him, my mother-in-law, and my husband now?

In a panic, I put on my underwear and left 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 moment later, he came out and walked me home.

We barely spoke on the way. Fortunately, 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.

I woke up this morning to find my underwear damp—

my father-in-law wasn't home. I showered, ate breakfast, and went to his clinic, but my steps felt heavy today

.

When I arrived, he had already finished cleaning. I lowered my head and walked into the treatment room.

Even though I'm used to taking off my pants and getting into bed, it felt incredibly awkward today. My first orgasm

happened under his fingers; I was so ashamed I didn't know what to do.

After a while, he came in and jokingly asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Embarrassed, I turned away and instinctively opened my legs to him. "

Today we're treating your anus," he said. I rolled over and knelt on the treatment bed.

He applied something around my anus and then told me to turn over.

The most embarrassing thing for a woman is completely opening her legs to a man.

I still feel shy at times like this.

After my father-in-law parted my legs, he didn't touch my genitals directly. I felt a warm,

intermittent sensation, not the heat of the light, which felt strange—then I felt the treatment begin. He carefully worked on my

genitals , applying ointment.

He then parted my vaginal opening, and during this process, I felt waves of stimulation in my lower body. I tried my best to keep quiet

.

It was over quickly.

Then I got an 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 patients left, my father-in-law jokingly said to me that

I looked good today. I chuckled and told him it was because I was almost cured.

But deep down, I felt a strange, inexplicable anticipation.

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 my father-in-law. 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?

Maybe it was the orgasm my father-in-law gave me yesterday, a shyness mixed with a tacit, slightly wanton feeling—

oh dear, I cried out involuntarily, my father-in-law seemed to have 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 this moment, I felt my father-in-law's finger in my anus, and it was obviously inserted very deep, it was swollen and uncomfortable,

but this discomfort was not the painful kind, there was a little bit of stimulation and comfort in the discomfort—I even felt like I wanted

to defecate , I was really worried that I wouldn't be able to control it—

when my father-in-law pulled out his finger, my anus had already adapted to his finger, my father-in-law pulled it out suddenly, and there

seemed to be a little sense of loss—I wanted to fart, but I couldn't.

Okay, turn over. After

my father-in-law finished speaking, he went to wash his hands .

After I turned 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 my anus had flattened; after cleaning it today, I just needed to observe it.

I saw my father-in-law looking at me lying flat, and he consciously glanced at my naked genitals.

He came over, took an alcohol swab, and told me to raise my legs higher. I didn't know what he wanted to

do . Instantly, the area around my anus felt cool. My father-in-law was disinfecting my anus and even stuffed

the alcohol swab inside. The coolness stimulated me, and I let out a cold breath. 　　"Okay, lower your legs and spread them apart." My father-in-law said that since he brought me to orgasm yesterday, I felt much more relaxed and less pretentious towards him today. Naturally, I opened my legs to him. 　　My father-in-law dragged a chair over and sat between my spread legs. I lay flat, waiting for his further treatment. 　　Suddenly, I felt my father-in-law wasn't acting as usual. Instead, he placed his hand directly on my genitals, as if his thumb was digging into my vaginal opening. Then, seemingly unintentionally rubbing it lightly. " 　　Want more?" 　　he asked softly. I was already very tense from 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 he meant: if I wanted to feel good again today, I should wait until before the treatment. 　　But how could I say that? Besides, with his hand on my vaginal opening and rubbing my clitoris, asking if I wanted more would just make me look bad. 　　But under his continued 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 fingers into my vagina, and I tried to open my legs . 　　Actually, my legs were already at their limit. 　　I felt my father-in-law inserting his fingers into my vagina as he stood up and walked to my side. 　　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 inside my vagina. Just as I felt that trembling sensation from yesterday returning, he suddenly

pulled his finger out—I couldn't help but cry out "Ah!" as he withdrew it. I

opened my eyes abruptly and saw my father-in-law staring at me. For a moment, I was shocked and 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,

" he 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 truly grateful to my father-in-law for letting me experience the orgasms a woman should have time and time again.

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