The beauty urgently needed to urinate

This happened three years ago, before my wife and I divorced (my wife, Wu Jialin, will be mentioned in chapters such as "Payback Will Come Sooner or Later," "The Cuckold Complex," and "Remarriage," according to the current outline). She had a close friend named Jiang Xiaoling, who often came to my house. The two women were always chattering and laughing, as if they had endless private things to say.
That day was Sunday, and I slept in until after 11 a.m. After washing up, I wanted to go downstairs to the clinic. I
had only opened the bedroom door halfway when I saw Xiaoling standing at the bathroom door outside the living room, banging on the door.
"Hurry, hurry! Please, Jialin, I... I can't hold it in anymore!"
The beautiful woman seemed really anxious.
"My stomach hurts so much too... I'm sorry... um—just two more minutes..."
My wife really had no ladylike manners, actually making loud "um—"
sounds from inside, ugh!
Just as I was about to tell Xiaoling, who was in a hurry to pee, to go to the bathroom inside the bedroom, I suddenly remembered that my wife had mentioned before that Xiaoling had a problem with urinary incontinence. Seeing the usually refined and virtuous young woman now somewhat out of control, clutching her genitals tightly with both hands, her legs tightly pressed together, her plump buttocks swaying in her tight jeans, I suddenly felt a pang of itch, an inexplicable urge to peep and tease her rising within me.
So I closed the door again, leaving only a crack, peeking at the woman who desperately needed to urinate. The devil in my heart kept shouting: "Leak, pee! Hehe... leak, leak! Incontinence, incontinence!"
Perhaps Satan has better ears than God, and he heard my inner cry, making my dream come true.
"Jialin, open it quickly..."
The woman leaned against the bathroom door, her cries gradually fading. Then, she clutched her genitals tightly with both hands, her body tensed, and her legs stopped their intertwining motion, remaining tightly pressed together—would the show I wanted to see really happen?
Sure enough, I noticed that the alluring, round buttocks encased in jeans had stopped wiggling, and a wet patch appeared in the captivating crotch area. Soon, the wet patch spread rapidly like ink splashes in a Chinese painting, creating two suggestive, damp, deep blue hues on the inner thighs of the pale blue, faded jeans.
When the wet patch almost reached her calves, the young woman finally felt the sticky discomfort and hurriedly spread her legs and bent over, using her thumbs and index fingers to pull up the taut fabric on her inner thighs while frantically and shyly glancing around.
She looked both comical and sensual!
Seeing her warily looking towards the bedroom, I quickly slipped behind the door.
In that instant as she turned and I moved away, through the crack in the door, I saw a face flushed red like a little girl who had done something wrong—innocent, shy, and flustered, not at all like a mature woman in her thirties.
Although I had encountered many female patients with urinary incontinence before, it was only that day that I realized for the first time how charmingly beautiful a woman with incontinence could be!
From then on, I became fascinated by women with incontinence—of course, only beautiful ones!
But now, looking back, I realize that at the time, this "beauty" was enhanced in my mind because of incontinence. For example, Jiang Xiaoling wasn't as pretty as my wife, but during our subsequent treatment and interactions, when she was shyly incontinent, I found her a hundred times more beautiful than my wife or any other woman.
Men are strange creatures, aren't they?
Now, it's necessary to give everyone a little科普 (popular science) education: What is urinary incontinence?
Actually, it's quite simple—urinary incontinence refers to the inability to control urination while conscious, resulting in the involuntary leakage of urine.
As for the causes, there are some differences between men and women. To cater to you perverts, I'll discuss the causes of urinary incontinence in women separately.
There are many causes of urinary incontinence in women. According to Western medicine, there are four main types: 1. Bladder infection, injury during childbirth, certain neurological diseases (such as multiple sclerosis), or previous medication use; 2. Weakened pelvic floor muscle contraction and urethral wall atrophy; 3. Damage to the bladder sphincter, causing leakage due to abdominal pressure when the patient coughs, sneezes, laughs, jumps, climbs stairs, or lifts heavy objects, also known as pressure incontinence; 4. Another type is "bladder hypersensitivity," where the sphincter itself is intact, but urination is very urgent, often resulting in leakage before reaching the toilet. This fourth type is mostly psychological.
If explained by Traditional Chinese Medicine, it becomes quite mystical, involving things like organ deficiency, weakened kidney yang, damp-heat accumulation, impaired qi transformation, blood stasis in the lower abdomen, and weak bladder qi. I won't delve into those mystical explanations here.
In recent decades, with the accelerated pace of life and increased work pressure, the number of women suffering from urinary incontinence has been increasing year by year, now accounting for more than 20% of adults. Statistics from the American Urological Association show that more than half of women have experienced urinary incontinence to varying degrees, and nearly half of these women experience a significant impact on their quality of life.
In short, well… let's put it this way, if any female readers are reading this, please don't think I'm exaggerating—if you experience involuntary urination when coughing, exercising, or laughing, or if you feel the urge to urinate frequently, urinate significantly more often, or sometimes urinate suddenly before you can find a toilet, you should be alert that you may have female urinary incontinence!
Remember to see Dr. Xu, who specializes in treating female urinary incontinence, hehe…
There are many treatment methods for female urinary incontinence, including behavioral therapy, physical therapy, Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine, and surgery. This article will focus on treatment methods related to Dr. Xu's expertise, and those that you lecherous folks might be interested in, such as pelvic floor muscle exercises, bladder function exercises, pelvic biofeedback therapy, acupuncture, and electrical stimulation, etc.
Eager to know the details? Read on patiently, and I, the doctor, will explain everything to you.
In the following days, while chatting with my wife, I "casually" mentioned the problem of female urinary incontinence, and even gave a few examples of cases I had cured. Of course, these were true stories, but I slightly "embellished" the severity of the patients' conditions and the effectiveness of the treatments.
What I said "unintentionally" was taken to heart. Two days later, a shy young woman with urinary incontinence came to my clinic—my wife's friend, Jiang Xiaoling.
At first, because we were already quite familiar, she seemed quite natural, but when she explained her purpose, she blushed and stammered for a long time before finally clarifying—she had come to treat her urinary incontinence, which was exactly what I had planned, haha.
Following Dr. Xu's usual practice of seducing women, I first gave her a detailed explanation of the pathology and causes of female urinary incontinence, emphasizing its harmfulness while also pointing out its high incidence and prevalence. In short, the goal was to achieve this: to make her feel that although the illness seemed minor, its harm was significant and absolutely necessary to treat, yet without excessive shame about incontinence, because many women experience this problem to some extent, and that I, as a doctor, had cured many such patients, thus fostering a certain dependence on my treatment.
Starting with reviewing her past medical records, conducting a consultation, and taking her pulse, I gained a basic understanding of her condition and its cause, which was likely a lingering effect from childbirth nine years prior. Like many postpartum women, she had only temporarily damaged her bladder sphincter or pelvic floor muscles, which had actually healed gradually after childbirth. However, due to her psychological fear of frequent urination and incontinence before and after delivery, she developed bladder hypersensitivity; the fear triggered leakage.
With this understanding, I could begin my "seduction journey."
A series of seemingly plausible but ultimately misleading explanations left Xiaoling somewhat confused and bewildered, but it was clear she trusted me considerably. Xiaoling and I had never been alone together like this before, and we were talking about the embarrassing thing about women urinating. Even though she was 32 years old and had been married for 10 years, she was too embarrassed to look me in the eye. Our usually familiar relationship made the atmosphere even more awkward.
When I asked her to lie down on the examination bed for further examination, she seemed hesitant, her eyes instinctively glancing at the open door.
I suddenly realized what was going on and quickly explained, teasingly adding, "Don't be afraid, you don't need to take your pants off. This isn't the gynecology department, hehe... Look, there's a curtain here. Hey Xiaoling, you're a year younger than Jialin, right? Logically, you should call me brother-in-law. As the saying goes, half of a sister-in-law's butt belongs to her brother-in-law..."
"You're going to die!"
Xiaoling glared at me, throwing a small punch. "Just wait until I tell Jialin you, then you'll be kneeling on the washboard! Hehe..."
The awkward atmosphere vanished instantly with the punch and the playful scolding. As I turned to pull the curtain closed, the beauty had already obediently gotten onto the bed—the examination bed! You guys are definitely thinking dirty thoughts again, hehe!
While performing a routine internal medicine examination on her soft abdomen, I tried to use a gentle tone, asking questions and chatting to create a relaxed and warm atmosphere. This kind of palpation is extremely common in ordinary times, but when I encounter a young married woman I admire, my heart naturally stirs, especially with this woman I previously dared not covet but who has now willingly fallen into my trap.
After the basic examination, I massaged all the acupoints on her body (except for the breasts and genitals), finally discovering Xiaoling's sensitive areas beyond her sexual characteristics: the back of her shoulders, lower back, inner thighs, and soles of her feet, with the lower
back being the most sensitive. Finally, I had her bend her legs into an M-shape, saying I would use traditional Chinese medicine acupoints to test the severity of her condition—of course, it was nonsense. But Xiaoling still obediently bent her legs, though a hint of shyness flashed across her face when I spread her knees.
Xiaoling was still wearing the same light blue jeans she had worn a few days ago. The M-shaped leg bend, combined with the elasticity of the tight fabric, revealed her full thighs and round buttocks, and the bulge in her crotch made my "Little Dr. Xu" jump up.
"Calm down, calm down..."
I silently chanted, my hands beginning to perform "condition tests" on various acupoints on Xiaoling's legs. "Xiaoling, relax a little, don't tense your muscles so much."
Seeing the embarrassed expression on Xiaoling's face again, I started to use casual conversation and questions to help her relax. "Actually, it's not that serious, didn't you say it only happens three or four times a month? It's easy to treat, I'll take care of it, but... there's a condition, you can't call me Bowen anymore, you have to call me brother-in-law, understand!"
"Pah, dream on!"
"Then I won't treat you, I'll make you wet your pants every day!"
"You dare! But Jialin sent me—"
Jiaojiao's voice suddenly stopped, because I pressed my two thumbs heavily on the groin on both sides of her vulva.
"Don't move, feel it, do you feel any soreness?"
Of course! With such heavy pressure, where wouldn't it hurt? Hehe.
"Mmm."
Xiaoling's face was flushed, I didn't know if it was from pain or embarrassment.
"When was the last time you leaked urine?"
I continued to press on her groin and slowly moved along the outer edge of her vulva, making the plump labia between her thighs bulge even more.
"Four...five days...yes, it was last Sunday, I think. It was all because of your Jialin, who was hogging the bathroom, and I couldn't hold it in anymore..."
"Hmm, it's not too serious. I'll write you a prescription later, and you can go to my clinic today to have Xiao Lu pick it up for you. However, the effectiveness of traditional Chinese medicine varies from person to person. For your condition, the most important thing is muscle recovery exercises. Hmm...how about this, I'll teach you a few exercises first. You need to practice them every day in conjunction with the traditional Chinese medicine, and the effect will be much better. The first one is actually very simple, which is to urinate at regular intervals. How often do you usually urinate now?"
"Usually every two hours, hmm...but sometimes, I feel more frequently, I always feel like I need to urinate...going to the toilet, it seems like I have to urinate every half hour...once a time. If there's a queue at a public toilet, it gets even more urgent, the more I think about it, the more urgent it gets, and sometimes I can't help but leak a little bit, it's really annoying..."
Xiaoling seemed a little shy when talking about "urination" with a man.
"It's a slightly higher frequency than normal. This method is actually just one word—endure. You usually urinate every two hours, so starting tomorrow, urinate every two and a half hours. Try to urinate at this prescribed time unless you absolutely can't hold it in anymore, understand?"
I deliberately avoided using the doctor's term "urinate" and instead used the slightly suggestive "pee" so I could enjoy the blush on the young woman's face. "Keep doing this for about a month, then extend it to every three hours, then continue for another month, gradually increasing the frequency until it's close to normal. This is to train you to consciously control the sensory stimulation of your bladder, rebuilding the cerebral cortex's control over bladder function... Sigh, there's no point in explaining these medical theories to you, just practice according to my method."
"What kind of impatient doctor are you? Humph, I'll tell Jialin you're just giving me the runaround!"
Xiaoling, feigning anger, twisted her body slightly, and the bulge between her lower abdomen and thighs emitted a faint feminine fragrance, stimulating my lower abdomen to feel warm.
"Stop using your sister to threaten your brother-in-law! You're not acting like a proper sister-in-law! ... This second method is called pelvic floor muscle training, which involves contracting the pelvic floor muscles, right here, try contracting it..."
Since the atmosphere had become more relaxed, I naturally pressed my thumb against her anus.
"Hmm..."
She seemed to be about to say something, but when I pressed her, she stopped abruptly, her whole body tensed, and her buttocks clenched, almost trapping my thumb. Looks like she's quite sensitive to anal stimulation, hehe.
"No, I didn't tell you to clench your butt, I told you to do Kegel exercises, understand? Pull your anus in... Yes, that's right... Hold on, hold for ten seconds each time, do thirty repetitions each time, three times a day... Oops, wrong again, look, you've even stuck my finger inside your butt!"
"Ugh..."
"Don't worry, I'll teach you something more fun, called pubic muscle exercise. It involves actively interrupting urination during the process, holding it for a few seconds, and then continuing to urinate. Ideally, you should forcibly stop urinating when you feel the most urge, and try to interrupt at least three times in one go. This helps restore the function of the urethral sphincter, got it?"
"Fun? Where would you find such an exercise? You... you're not kidding me, are you?"
"How could I dare? Besides, would your brother-in-law harm you? This is the result of research by a urology expert. Many of my patients have tried it, and the effects are remarkable. Because the causes of urinary incontinence are very complex, some are due to pelvic floor muscles, some to urethral muscles, bladder muscles, and some are a combination of factors. You'd better practice all three methods. Trust your brother-in-law, there are only benefits and no harm, okay?"
"Okay."
Xiaoling responded, her lower body twisting impatiently. After a while, she stammered, "I... I need to... go to the toilet now. Let go, let me go first, okay?"
"No peeing!"
How could I let go of this golden opportunity? I put on a serious expression, continuing to apply pressure to her groin with one hand, while gently massaging her soft abdomen with the other. "Now is the perfect time to exercise your bladder muscles. With my expert guidance on the spot, you should be secretly happy, hehe..."
"No, it's urgent..." She
felt an urge to urinate as soon as she mentioned it—a typical case of bladder sensitivity!
"Don't move, just think of one word: endure! Tell yourself, 'I can do it, I can endure it...' Then start thinking about other things, or talk to me about something else. Let me think... By the way, how's Amin doing lately? He hasn't come to visit in a long time. You'd better keep an eye on him, men his age are the most charming, and he's a star at work..."
I had intended to distract her with a joke, but it seemed to touch a chord deep within Xiaoling's heart. Her expression darkened slightly, and she hesitated, then closed her beautiful eyes, letting me gently massage and press her abdomen and groin.
Slowly, a faint blush rose to Xiaoling's face, and her breath from her small, delicate nostrils smelled sweet.
"You must hold on, remember, every minute you hold on is victory!"
I encouraged her, bending even lower, bringing my nose closer to the woman's swollen vulva.
"I...I really...want to go to the toilet, please don't keep bothering me...let me go and come back, okay..."
It would have been better if I hadn't said "hold on," because as soon as I did, Xiaoling started thinking about it again, her body began to writhe, her legs desperately trying to close, her pleading voice trembling.
Ignoring her pleas, I pressed my hands against her waist, elbows bracing her legs to prevent her from closing them, repeating like a monk chanting sutras: "Don't rush, one more minute is success, perseverance is victory..."
My nose drew closer and closer to the young woman's genitals, clearly smelling the increasingly strong, pungent, and slightly acrid scent of urine emanating from there.
"One more minute is success, one more minute is success... perseverance is victory, perseverance is victory..."
Watching the young woman's adorable struggle to close her legs, her buttocks clenching and unblinking, filled me with immense pleasure, and I continued my chanting.
"Pfft!" Xiaoling finally laughed: "You're so annoying—you're like a broken record!"
But then, she let out a soft "Ouch!", her body shuddering, and she frantically covered her crotch with her hands.
A miracle! Luck! The scene I had been waiting for finally appeared—because of her sudden laughter, the young woman, unable to hold her urine, leaked it right before my eyes!
The young woman's plump vulva, the crotch seam of her stretchy jeans deeply sunken into her slit, left a thin, damp stain with a soft "plop" of laughter. She tried to cover it with her hands, but that was merely a subconscious action born of female shyness; it was utterly useless. Besides, I was holding her tightly—a once-in-a-lifetime, exquisite moment, I wouldn't regret it if I let it slip!
Xiaoling, her face flushed, strained to lift her buttocks, as if trying to hold back her urine.
But as the saying goes, spilled water cannot be gathered up again, hehe!
I gripped her trembling hands tightly, feigning encouragement: "Hold on! Hold on! Don't let it all go to waste!"
But my body bent lower and lower, my eyes fixed on the slowly spreading damp stain on the pale blue fabric, my nose secretly and greedily inhaling, as if trying to inhale all the warm, slightly musky scent of the married woman's urine into my lungs.
The damp stain grew larger, painting a beautiful, palm-sized, deep blue pattern on the young woman's plump crotch.
As the wetness spread to her round buttocks, Xiaoling suddenly lifted her upper body by pushing herself up with both hands on the bed, her legs naturally clamping together, her knees touching my face. On a whim, I deliberately cried out "Ouch!" as if I'd tripped and fallen, letting go of the bed frame to grab hold. My head, however, lurched forward, my nose "accidentally" brushing against the woman's plump, tender flesh, and my tongue "just in time" licking the fragrant wetness on her crotch.
Instantly, my head buzzed, I felt almost faint from bliss.
At the same instant, my head also slapped hard.
"What are you doing—"
After pushing my head away, Xiaoling jumped off the bed without a second thought, and before I could react, she had dashed out of the clinic.
For a good half minute, I was immersed in bliss: to witness a woman lose control of her bladder in front of you is incredibly lucky, let alone a beautiful white-collar woman, someone else's wife, and with her legs spread in an M-shape, clearly demonstrating the entire process of urine slowly seeping from her crotch until her crotch is completely soaked!
There are countless lustful men in the world, but only I, Dr. Xu, am so lucky!
But after that half-minute of excitement, I immediately regretted my impulsiveness. How could I have lost control? I've always prided myself on being a "master of seduction," even summarizing ten "don'ts" and ten "dos" for seduction, but this time I committed the first major taboo—don't be too hasty and alert her!
I was filled with regret! It wasn't that I was afraid Xiaoling would tell my wife—these kinds of things are usually hard to talk about—but rather that I regretted letting a sure thing slip away. Judging from the normal course of events a few minutes ago, Xiaoling was a shrewish, mature woman; with my skills, Dr. Xu, I'd definitely have her in my grasp in time! But now, that thin veil of secrecy that was about to be lifted had been thickly covered up again.
I really need to slap myself!
Just as I was raising my hand, my phone rang. I glanced at it—an unfamiliar number. I answered—a woman's voice. Listening closely, my heart leaped with joy.
"You big pervert! Listen up, hurry up and buy a pair of pants. If you don't bring them within five minutes, I'll tell everyone what happened today…"
"No, no! I'll obey, my dear sister-in-law! But you have to tell me where you are!"
"Right next door… in the bathroom… hurry!"
"Okay, okay, coming right away, you wait!"
Before I even hung up, I had already run out of the clinic and sprinted towards the finance office in Building B. As I ran, I thought, it was truly a rollercoaster of emotions, a precious return of what I had lost! Then I thought, "A cooked duck can't fly away, hehe!"
My heart eased, and I could still smell the lingering fragrance and taste the salty freshness on my tongue.
A few minutes later, I grabbed the pants I'd borrowed from my colleague Guo Juan (five minutes to go shopping for pants? Am I a god?) and my usual face towel and ran to the women's restroom. I called out, and sure enough, a timid voice replied from inside: "I'm here..."
"Nobody here, hurry up!"
came the harsh command.
"Come in... which stall are you in... oh, here... I've handed it in, take it... there's another towel, wipe yourself..."
It was my first time in a women's restroom, and I was quite nervous.
After a few rustling sounds, the stall door finally opened. Seeing me, Xiaoling blushed and glared at me: "You, why are you still here!"
I then realized I'd indeed lost my composure—I should have left immediately after handing over the pants; this was a women's restroom!
"Hehe... I was so anxious, I forgot..."
I could only manage a sheepish laugh to cover it up.
After leaving the women's restroom, to avoid further embarrassment, I decisively grabbed her hand and led her towards my consultation room. Xiaoling exclaimed "Ouch!" her face turning even redder, but she struggled to shake off my hand and had no choice but to obediently let me pull her along.
Once inside the consultation room, I took two medical books on urinary incontinence from my drawer and handed them to her. I had three intentions: 1. To show that I genuinely understand urinary incontinence, as I could easily find books on the subject; 2. To demonstrate my care and consideration for her; 3. So that when she read them at home, she would know that the exercise methods I mentioned earlier (especially the bladder muscle exercises that caused her leakage) were recommended by experts, and not that I was intentionally teasing her.
Only when she took the books did I release her hand, casually placing the damp towel she was holding on the table.
A damp towel? Wait, it was dry just now! And why is it so small now?
Looking closer, ah? A pair of black underwear! No wonder she blushed so much when we held hands earlier; it turns out I had even grabbed her wet underwear!
Before Xiaoling could grab it back in her embarrassment, I had already confiscated it decisively and quickly.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoling, I was too hasty in my instruction just now, and I made you... embarrass yourself. Let me make amends. I'll wash this for you... and next time you come for your appointment, I'll return it clean and smelling fresh, okay? Please give me a chance to forgive you, Xiaoling, okay?"
Although it was just the two of us in the clinic, people were coming and going at the door. Xiaoling tried to grab it but failed, and had to give up in a huff. Then she muttered "pervert" under her breath and pinched my arm hard. I cried out in pain, but I still really enjoyed it when a woman pinched me, especially someone else's beautiful wife.
I then patiently gave her a lot of instructions, because admiring a woman without underwear (I couldn't exactly borrow underwear from a female colleague, could I? Hehe) while giving her instructions was truly a great pleasure in life!
The beige cropped pants I borrowed were lightweight and thin, and were supposed to be loose-fitting, but Xiaoling's hips and thighs were much fuller than Guo Juan's. Plus, she wasn't wearing underwear, so the pants accentuated the shape of her plump vulva, making it bulge and sink in, with faint dark shadows. It made me swallow hard.
Oh, that deep vulva! Did all that urine really come from there? Could it have seeped a little more?
After seeing Xiaoling off, I checked that no one was around, took out my wet underwear from my pocket, and held it to my nose, inhaling the scent of the young woman's urine. Remembering how Xiaoling had pinched my arm hard before leaving, glaring at me with her almond-shaped eyes and calling me a pervert with such alluring charm, I felt an even greater sense of satisfaction.
Thinking back to the twists and turns of the encounter, I sighed, "When you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up." Wait, who said the biggest taboo in seducing a woman was "startling her"? How rude! Dr. Xu even has ten "advantages" for seducing women, and the first one is—be bold and decisive! Hehe.
As a master seducer, Dr. Xu usually seduces married women gradually, but this time, perhaps the temptation of a married woman's urinary incontinence right under his nose was too great. In a moment of impulse, he almost made a big mistake! Who knew that heaven would bless the lecherous doctor, and by sheer luck, it actually brought Xiaoling and me closer psychologically, and our ambiguous relationship was within reach.
In the following course of treatment, in addition to continuing to take the Chinese medicine I prescribed, Xiaoling also had to receive physical therapy such as massage and acupuncture from me, twice a week. She would come to my clinic at the hospital on Wednesdays for acupoint massage, and to my private clinic on Sundays for acupuncture.
The second time was at the clinic, which I deliberately chose during the lunch break. After quietly locking the door, I told Xiaoling that she should massage for a while before acupuncture for better results. But this time, the focus of my "massage" was, of course, Xiaoling's—"yin acupoint," hehe.
At first, she was a little hesitant and nervous, but with my gentle words of comfort and the perfect massage, she slowly "accepted" it and began to breathe heavily, a mixture of unbearable and pleasurable sensations.
Today she was wearing a skirt—which I had, of course, pulled up to her stomach long ago. Her white panties seemed conservative in style, but they only had a layer of cotton fabric added to the crotch, while the fabric at her mons pubis was thin and semi-transparent, with two pubic hairs peeking out, curling and tempting me.
I had been "massaging" Xiaoling's full vulva for a full ten minutes, and even through the double layers of fabric at the crotch of her panties, I could feel the wetness and warmth inside her vulva. As I expected, Xiaoling no longer questioned my "treatment methods," but simply closed her eyes and endured it obediently, two blushes rising on her face, her pretty little mouth occasionally opening to let out soft, weak, almost inaudible "oh—um—" sounds.
Of course, this doesn't mean she's foolish enough to believe that my prolonged massage of her genitals is part of treatment; it only shows her tacit acceptance of this harassment, or even, a slow enjoyment of it.
Should I take it a step further?
When a thin, long damp stain slowly appeared on the crotch of her underwear, I made up my mind.
I moved to her side, lowered my head, and haphazardly explained the principles of acupressure in her ear, aiming to soothe her and entice her. My left hand moved to the woman's shoulder blades, gently kneading and pinching, while my right hand remained on her genitals, pressing the base of my palm against the mons pubis, my middle finger digging into the cleft, and my other fingers pinching the labia, rubbing back and forth, and using the protruding knuckle of my middle finger to explore and rub the already protruding clitoris at the top of the vulva.
With this multi-pronged approach, Xiaoling couldn't take it anymore in less than two minutes. Her body began to writhe, her legs slightly parted, her breathing became increasingly rapid, and her flush deepened... Suddenly, she arched her body, forcefully grabbing my right hand and pressing it between her legs, her legs clamping my hand tightly. Her lower body arched and pressed against my hand with all her might, and finally, in a series of violent spasms I had never seen before, she ejaculated profusely...
The entire process, the rare orgasmic expressions of other women, were displayed before my eyes without any omission—rapid breathing, soft moans, the flush on her neck and head—everything was so close, everything was so real... I was just a little surprised—Xiaoling's orgasm came so quickly!
In our subsequent interactions, I gradually understood that Xiaoling was indeed a rather sensitive woman, but from a sexual physiology perspective, it's rare for a woman to reach such a intense orgasm simply from being touched. Yet, in Dr. Xu's clinic, it was just that miraculous! Like Xiaoling, many seduced married women could reach orgasm once or twice with just a massage, caress, and a little kneading and probing. I think there's only one explanation—the power of infidelity!
In this respect, women aren't that different from men. Or perhaps even more so?
Her moans gradually subsided, her breathing calmed, and her flush faded slightly… but every few seconds, Xiaoling would involuntarily twitch. Perhaps the intensity of her recent orgasm was unprecedented?
When she slowly regained consciousness, she realized she was in my arms, and
let out a soft "Ee—", her face flushing reddening again. She gently pushed me away, but didn't try to get up.
"You scoundrel, do you like me that much… to pee…?"
Xiaoling complained softly, her eyelids lowered, not daring to look directly at me, her curved eyelashes fluttering slightly, making my heart itch.
“Xiao… my little sister-in-law, this isn’t pee, look for yourself…”
I held my right hand, covered in her vaginal fluid, under her eyes, deliberately opening and closing my fingers a few times, revealing several thick and thin, trembling strands of vaginal fluid sticking together between them.
“Oh, you pervert! Take it away, it’s filthy…”
The married woman, her climax subsiding, pinched and punched me in my arms, her shyness and coquettishness pleasing me.
“My little sister-in-law is truly a woman made of water, hehe… my little sister-in-law’s water is the cleanest, anyone who says it’s dirty, I’ll argue with them!”
I said as I put my fingers in my mouth. Xiaoling saw this and hurriedly grabbed my wrist, but she was weak and had no strength. I deliberately played cat and mouse with her for a while, and when her shyness was at its peak, I put my fingers in my mouth, one by one, sucking on them, deliberately making exaggerated “huffing” sounds.
Seeing that I had finally tasted her spring water, Xiaoling was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She could only burrow even tighter into my arms, while her hands pinched my body all over to show her "innocence" and "anger." Since I was sitting diagonally on the edge of the bed, Xiaoling was leaning against me with my arms around her armpits. When she reached out to pinch my legs, she accidentally touched my erect penis. She was startled at first, then blushed, and quietly withdrew her hand. Her soft little hand, through my pants, followed my entire "Little Doctor" penis from the base to the head, stopping at my stomach.
The comfortable feeling of her little hand sliding over made "Little Doctor" penis involuntarily lift its head, and then rub against the back of her hand.
But this time, she didn't pull her hand away, and even secretly touched the "little doctor's" head with the back of her hand. It was clear that the genitals of men other than her husband made her curious and longing.
According to my wife, Xiaoling, like my wife, had been a virgin from her first love, through marriage, to the end, never touching any other man except her husband. Such a woman is not easy to find! After facing the same thing every day for over a decade, even the most nostalgic person would inevitably experience aesthetic fatigue. As long as it remains unknown and doesn't affect their relationship, why can't she yearn for, touch, and savor a fresh penis?
[A few words on a different topic here, please skip if you're not interested. Do you really think only husbands experience the "seven-year itch" and become fickle? No, Dr. Xu, with her deep understanding of female psychology and practical experience, warns: wives do it too! They're just better at hiding it!
Dr. Xu has many female confidantes from different social backgrounds, and from them she's learned an interesting and thought-provoking phenomenon—men's extramarital affairs aren't because their wives are bad, but purely driven by male possessiveness and predatory instincts. So, as long as a woman is attractive, the more the merrier; the tolerance is quite high. Women's "desire for novelty" is slightly different. After a long marriage, the love and admiration for the husband's strengths are worn away by time. She gradually discovers many flaws in her husband and then begins to notice and appreciate men who are completely different from her husband, whose strengths are precisely what her husband lacks.] For example, if her husband is gentle and refined, she might prefer a rough and rugged man; if he's violent and strong, she might prefer a gentle and considerate one; if her husband doesn't earn much, she might yearn for a wealthy man; if he earns a lot of money easily, she might secretly admire a man who earns his living through manual labor; if her husband is chauvinistic, she might prefer a submissive pretty boy; if he's as obedient as a Shanghai man, she might crave being conquered by a Shandong man…
In short, if her husband is sweet, she might prefer salty; if he's straightforward, she might prefer something more masculine.
Of course, women are generally more passive than men, especially wives with stronger traditional values. They might bury this "desire for novelty" deep within their hearts, and if no man actively seeks it out, it might remain hidden forever until they wither away and die.
However, in today's open society, with so many opportunities, so many temptations, and so many men like Dr. Xu who are well-versed in the "desire for novelty" of married women, which man dares to confidently say: "My wife will never cheat on me!"
I, Dr. Xu, dared not (excuse me, but I must digress) because on that day, I successfully seduced the married woman Jiang Xiaoling, and half a month later, my beautiful wife also cheated on me, while I only found out about the affair six months later. I will describe the details in other chapters later, but I am mentioning it here in advance to remind all you men: a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; you can never truly understand it! And don't be too confident. Even if you have a car, a house, and a career, has your wife never been tempted by a muscular, sweaty porter or plumber? When you're not around, have no suitors ever been interested in your wife or made advances?
As Xu's poem testifies: "The red apricot has already blossomed; why do it need swarms of bees and butterflies?" I've rambled on too much and forgotten where I was, sorry… Oh right, the shy, aroused married woman, Jiang Xiaoling, is still in my arms, her hand touching the head of my penis, hehe…
Speaking of this "Little Dr. Xu," he's quite robust and muscular, with a large head and thick waist, which makes me look good and has made many married women who have tasted it infatuated. Right now, Xiaoling in my arms must be extremely interested in it. Perhaps she's secretly measuring its length, hardness, and thickness, and even comparing it to her husband's!
I deliberately made it throb a few more times and rub it against the back of the young woman's hand. She still didn't pull her hand away, but the blush on her face had crept up to her ears, and I could even feel her heart pounding. When I tried the same trick again, she finally couldn't take it anymore, raised her hand and slapped it, spitting out, "You pervert! When will you stop!"
It was more like a basketball dribbling violation, her palm lingering on my hard penis for a full two seconds. But this kiss seemed to instantly revert Xiaoling to her usual somewhat fiery self. She looked up at me with her almond-shaped eyes, her face still flushed, but now tinged with a defiant air, as if asking, "What do you want next?"
What else could I do? If I didn't win her over now, when would I?
I lowered my head and slowly but resolutely sought her delicate lips.
She merely symbolically pushed my shoulder a few times with one hand, showing no intention of turning her head away; instead, her luscious red lips trembled with anticipation. Once kissed, she let out a soft "woo," her small hands stopped pushing, her eyes closed, and she obediently parted her lips, revealing her tongue, letting me tease her.
I kissed her as she lay down, then moved down her red lips, pink neck, chest, and lower abdomen, not rushing to undress her, nor saying sweet words, just smelling and kissing through her clothes, letting her feel the long-lost love, tenderness, and passion she had felt with her husband through my scent, kisses, and breaths…
Guo Degang said: “A rogue who knows martial arts is unstoppable.”
Dr. Xu said: “When a married woman is aroused, even a lecherous man is afraid.”
When I finally kissed Xiaoling’s crotch after passing her lower abdomen, my head was suddenly clamped between two fleshy legs, and two hands grabbed my hair and pressed it deep into her crotch. In an instant, everything I could smell was the wetness from the married woman’s panties, sticky and a little fishy, but it smelled wonderful!
Xiaoling, nearing the peak of climax, had already forgotten everything else, only pushing my head between her legs with all her might (poor thing, I had just gotten my hair done the day before), and arching her hips upwards. Through her soaked panties, a pea-sized protrusion rubbed hard against the tip of my nose, while her thick labia tightly blocked my nostrils, almost suffocating me!
After about a minute of this, with a final, incredibly acrobatic arch, and a series of violent spasms, I felt waves of hot, pungent fluid wash over my nose and lips. I also heard a few screams of "Oh! Ah! Ah—"
Even though the door was locked, someone passing by would have definitely heard them. I was terrified and tried to cover her mouth, but my head was still trapped between her legs, and I couldn't move. I could only let my mouth and nose remain submerged in her vaginal fluid, silently waiting for the "tide to recede." At that moment, I truly understood the plight of those heroes who "fell at the feet of beauties." Hmm, are there any who "drowned in the spring tide of beauty"? Perhaps. Luckily, I had learned shallow-sea diving from her husband Jianming a few years ago, otherwise, I might have actually choked to death today—was her husband prescient? Hehe.
The tide receded, and the young woman's legs slowly loosened, allowing me to finally lift my head!
What a mess! Her entire panty, except for the pubic area, was soaked through, and even the bed sheet under her buttocks was wet, sticky, and a bit cloudy white—a married woman in her ovulation period, hehe!
"My darling sister-in-law, you've wet your pants again, time to change..."
As I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down, Xiaoling was still dazed from the afterglow of her orgasm, and subconsciously lifted her buttocks, allowing me to easily remove her wet panties.
Her legs were positioned in an M-shape, displaying her private parts, which she only showed to her husband, to me, the lecherous doctor, and Xiaoling didn't resist at all! Perhaps she's the type of woman who loses consciousness after an orgasm, because her eyes are still glazed, her body limp, and she twitches slightly every few seconds; perhaps her heart was already conquered by me, and she was mentally prepared for this affair?
Xiaoling's vulva isn't my favorite "bun" shape. Although her labia majora are thick, her labia minora are too large and long, drooping outwards, belonging to the "butterfly vulva" that some perverts crave. Fortunately, the butterfly's wingtips aren't very dark in color, and there aren't many folds. When I pulled them apart, the wings gradually changed from brown to crimson to pink from the outside in—it was absolutely beautiful! The glistening red flesh at the entrance bobbed in and out, the round and playful clitoris on top, and her wet, glistening body all added to the butterfly's seductive allure.
I dipped my index finger in some sticky vaginal fluid and gently touched and rubbed the clitoris. Women who have just had an orgasm are especially sensitive; when I touched it, she trembled and let out a soft, short "oh" moan. As the saying goes, hard work pays off. A few more taps and you'll get an unexpected reward: with each shudder, the young woman's bright red urethral opening twitched a few times, and clear spring water slowly flowed out, without her even noticing!
The amount of urine wasn't large, clearly indicating that the intense orgasm had paralyzed her bladder or urethral sphincter, causing uncontrolled urination. The clear urine slowly overflowed, flowing down her bladder, past her perineum, splitting into three streams: the central stream went straight to her brown anus, while the side streams flowed to her white buttocks, finally converging on the sheets, causing the original "map" to slowly spread and expand…
Such a beautiful sight, I doubt even her husband had ever seen anything like it.
To be honest, being jerked up and down by her during her orgasm had made "Little Dr. Xu" a little weak.
But seeing the beautiful sight of the married woman's overflowing urine, "Little Doctor" suddenly sprang to his feet, almost pulling up his pants—just like his owner, that little pervert!
Time was of the essence! I did it as quickly as possible: pull down my pants, grab her legs, grab my penis, find the opening, all in one swift motion. Finally, with my large glans pressing against the wife's writhing little cunt, I looked at her tenderly and asked knowingly, "Good Xiaoling, baby, your brother-in-law is going to put it in, is that okay?"
This question made the wife, who was about to receive my "different penis," momentarily speechless with embarrassment. Her almond-shaped eyes, full of desire, closed again, her small mouth hesitant to speak, only letting out a very soft "Mmm..." from her nose.
"Oh! God—be gentle..."
This time it was much louder, because my "little doctor" had already flowed smoothly into her cunt, penetrating deep inside...
The following thrusting lasted for more than half an hour, and Xiaoling experienced three more orgasms, the last one occurring simultaneously with me, our bodies merging...
Because this article mainly discusses female urinary incontinence, the specific process of sex will be omitted; please forgive me, fellow perverts. Actually, for men, the process of thrusting is tiring and largely the same; the most wonderful part is those few seconds of mental blankness during ejaculation, while the most memorable part is the process of gradually seducing the wife.
Of course, even flowers on the same branch have different charms, and Xiaoling is no exception. Xiaoling's vagina is slightly tighter than my wife's, but her clitoris is deep, and her G-spot isn't very prominent. Later, she secretly told me that Jianming's penis is shorter than mine, and even when fully inserted, it can only lightly touch her clitoris, unlike mine, which can use the entire glans to squeeze and grind her clitoris. Therefore, since we got married, she hasn't had many real orgasms
, and this is the first time she's experienced such intense pleasure. We've been having an affair on and off for three years now, so we know each other inside and out. Actually, Xiaoling isn't a very wet woman, and her G-spot is sometimes there and sometimes not, unlike my wife who gets wet at the slightest touch; she's a slow burner. That day with me, because it was her first time having an affair, she was particularly nervous, shy, and excited, which is why she was so wet. After that, she never broke that record for wetness.
Doesn't this once again prove the truth—the power of infidelity is boundless?
What I'm most obsessed with when I'm with Xiaoling is actually her urine.
That night at the clinic, during our first time together, she leaked urine with each orgasm. The amount was small, but clear and slowly overflowing. The hot compress made the "little doctor" feel incredibly comfortable—a feeling priceless!
In the end, her buttocks were practically soaked in urine and vaginal fluid. Of course, I confiscated her wet underwear long ago, but after her soft pleas, I returned the cleaned underwear from last time.
In subsequent "treatments," massage, acupuncture, teasing, intercourse, and urinary incontinence became essential parts of our affair. A few times, I even playfully held her urine in my mouth and kissed her, making her blush and cry out. I had to seal her mouth, and she eventually obediently drank her own urine, haha! However, it was clear she didn't particularly dislike this game to enhance sexual pleasure; at most, she would pinch and spank me afterwards.
After more than a year of combined physical and traditional Chinese medicine treatment, Xiaoling's urinary incontinence was basically cured, and her urination frequency returned to near normal. Strangely, she still feels the urge to urinate whenever we're alone, and during orgasm, it leaks out in spurts, unlike with her husband. This must be psychological; perhaps I, the doctor, possess a hypnotic "urination-inducing" ability? Hehe…
After being cured, Xiaoling could clearly hold her urine, but I often forcefully held her down until a little urine overflowed before letting go. At this point, she could only lie still, letting the urine flow slowly, shyly listening to me tease her: "A married daughter's urine is like a spilled pee, unstoppable… hehe…"
Usually, at this point, she would stop pinching me and snuggle into my arms, looking at me shyly and saying, "Perverted brother-in-law… your sister-in-law only pees for you…"
Someone else's wife leaks urine only for me, and I get to enjoy and savor it—such an honor is probably rare indeed. But while it's an honor, I secretly have to wash her underwear afterward, and the next day, when the saleswoman, Xiao Lu, washes the sheets, she complains to me, telling me to treat fewer patients with urinary incontinence! Alas, every gain has its loss.
Xiaoling not only hid her recovery from her husband and Jialin, but also continued to receive my "treatment," gradually developing an emotional dependence on me. In private, her personality changed drastically; from a fiery princess, she slowly became a timid, pitiful creature, her sweet "Brother-in-law—"
making me both happy and afraid—afraid that she had truly fallen in love with me!
After my divorce from Jialin, Xiaoling once timidly mentioned wanting to divorce Jianming and marry me. I patiently explained many reasons to her, highlighting Jianming's good points and explaining that I still had feelings for Jialin, but couldn't get over being cheated on, and that there might be a possibility of remarriage, etc. This finally dissuaded her from the idea, and she obediently continued to receive my "treatment." Last year, I really did remarry Jialin. After remarrying, Jialin was very obedient to me and even accepted Xiaoling, her best friend, in bed. The three of us would play "one dragon, two phoenixes" (a euphemism for sexual intercourse). She was amazed by Xiaoling's incontinence, but that's a story for another time.
The second woman I became obsessed with was a young woman named Tao Jing, a white-collar worker at a mobile company. Her looks and figure were only above average, but she was fair-skinned and clean-cut. Especially her small, crescent-shaped eyes, which looked remarkably like Tao Hong (because the young woman's smile was so much like Tao Hong's, and that's what I called her in private, I'll just use "Little Tao Hong" in the following text, just for fun, hehe). Her condition was a bit more serious than Xiaoling's, and it had started since her student days. She would leak when she laughed or did strenuous exercise. After being promoted to a junior manager in the mobile company's lobby, she was often so busy that she didn't even have time to go to the toilet, and could only use diapers in her underwear, which was extremely painful. She had sought out many famous doctors but couldn't find a cure, so she came to me through an acquaintance's introduction to try her luck.
Starting with Xiaoling, I've seduced quite a few women suffering from incontinence. Why mention this "Little Tao Hong" in particular, besides my favorite Xiaoling? Besides her resemblance to Tao Hong, another important factor is her ever-present, lively husband.
Her husband is a small-time businessman, handsome but somewhat lackluster, about 1.7 meters tall, fair-skinned and slightly overweight, but always appearing somewhat listless, a stark contrast to my tall, muscular, and dark-skinned self. In short, based on my experience with traditional Chinese medicine, his sexual prowess is definitely not that great (if you want to seduce a married woman, first understand her husband's sexual abilities; fellow lechers, remember this!). Interestingly, he's also a rare example of a devoted man in modern society. Before the age of 32, he was basically a homebody. At 32, he suddenly fell in love at first sight with Tao Jing, who was 7 years younger than him, and vowed to marry her. He sent her flowers every day and even asked someone to act as a matchmaker, finally winning her heart. Not only has he never had any scandals since marriage, but he also treats her like a precious jewel, sending her flowers and gifts every few days—a routine he's maintained for five years without fail. Even with numerous business engagements, he makes sure to spend every Sunday with his wife, and calls her daily whenever he has a spare moment to check on her, as if she's the most beautiful woman in the world, someone he's afraid someone will steal from him—truly, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder!"
With such a wonderful husband, I honestly felt a little guilty when I tried to seduce Tao Hong. But, a wolf still needs to eat meat; it can't just switch to grass because it sees a lamb being pampered by its mother, right? Perhaps it would even find such a lamb more delicious, haha…
Except for one unavoidable business trip, her husband accompanied her to her doctor's appointment every Sunday morning. At first, I found this "third wheel" annoying, but later I discovered that his presence actually added a lot of fun to my "adultery" journey. Because he wanted to spend the whole Sunday with his wife, he scheduled most of his business engagements for Saturday nights. Everyone knows these engagements are exhausting and mentally draining, so he always came with dark circles under his eyes, red eyes, and a listless appearance. He would usually drink a few sips of the tea I made for him, lie down on the sofa with the morning newspaper, and fall asleep within three minutes, snoring loudly.
Every time thunder rumbled outside the curtain, it was like the bugle call for my "charge" into the sensitive areas of the young woman. Under General Xu's command, my ten-fingered army would sometimes storm the high ground, sometimes plunge into the canyons, battling the cherry soldiers on the high ground, and bravely capturing the red bean general in the canyons. Crossing grasslands, wading through treacherous shoals, and exploring secluded caves, the ten-fingered army was invincible. Finally, the enemy was utterly defeated and had no choice but to release the floodgates, flooding the seven armies…
Oops, I've accidentally turned this into a storytelling performance, haha! But seriously, when I was teasing the wife, her husband was also in the same room, separated only by a curtain, and even provided accompaniment with his snoring—the fun was truly indescribable!
Of course, Dr. Xu spent several months preparing for this kind of fun; don't think that a master can achieve anything easily! Especially with a proud white-collar worker like Xiao Tao Hong, spoiled by her husband.
From the beginning, I assessed the situation and formulated a long-term strategy of "delaying the proclamation and accumulating resources" tailored to her special circumstances: for the first three months, I would never cross the line. So, I used all my skills—massage, acupuncture, and my own herbal remedies—combined with guidance on pelvic floor muscle and bladder function exercises. In less than three months, her symptoms improved significantly.
Seeing the results, the couple were incredibly impressed and grateful. As for Xiao Tao Hong, although I didn't cross any lines, the three months of massaging and kneading her had brought us closer. She gradually lost the pretentious airs of a typical urban professional and gained a more innocent and playful charm. So, I started to play it safe.
Xiao Tao Hong was much more sensitive than my wife; with a little playfulness, I could see a slight dampness on her underwear—by then, she no longer needed diapers. And, amidst her husband's snoring, she seemed to enjoy this playfulness; her eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted, and her fair face flushed. But as soon as her husband stopped snoring, she would fidget restlessly, even angrily pushing my groping hand away. This meant she knew all along that I was intentionally groping her, and had tacitly approved of it. Wasn't this blatantly telling me, "Only if my husband doesn't know can you touch my pussy"?
After a few more "playing it close to the line," finally, one time, when her husband was snoring the loudest, I directly touched her pussy. Tao Hong, who was enjoying herself, was startled. She lightly blocked my wrist with one hand, glanced at her husband in alarm, then glared at me angrily, shaking her head slightly in protest.
Protest rejected! I continued to rub her pussy, a trickle of fluid seeping through her panties. Her small hand only lightly touched my wrist with her fingertips, still in a blocking position. The anger in her small eyes slowly turned into pleading… pleading in vain! I squeezed my way into her slit through her thin panties, specifically targeting the budding nipple. Half a minute later, a torrent of fluids gushed forth, soaking my crotch. Her eyes, no longer pleading, narrowed and squinted, lost in a daze—utterly captivating!
After that, I often ambushed her like this, then, amidst her husband's snoring, I would savor the panic, anger, pleading, helplessness, and allure in her small eyes.
I also ambushed her breasts, pressing her nipples through her bra—it was so much fun; a gentle press and rub would send shivers down her spine. Once, while massaging her shoulders from behind, watching her high, firm breasts rise and fall, the flawless white cleavage beneath her low-cut top, I finally succumbed to temptation. My hands slipped inside her bra, directly grasping her two plump little white rabbits.
"Oh! What are you doing—um…"
she gasped softly, but immediately fell silent. Perhaps the sudden pressure of my palms on her two pert nipples sent a shiver of pleasure through her.
Later, I discovered that Xiao Tao Hong's nipples were even more sensitive than her vagina. I liked to stand behind her, lift her shirt and bra, gently cup the outside of her breasts with my palms, and quickly and lightly brush the two round, firm nipples with two fingers.
At this moment, her expression was most adorable: as I brushed, her small eyes narrowed in enjoyment, her shoulders and back swayed off the bed, her chin tilted high, and her cherry-like mouth opened and closed, making soft, rhythmic "heh, heh" sounds in sync with the swaying of her shoulders.
This went on for over a month, her vagina and breasts being touched. The anger in Xiao Tao Hong's eyes disappeared, replaced by a hint of unease, a shy acceptance, and a growing desire. But she seemed to have set a line for her infidelity; when I tried to take off her underwear, she resolutely refused. It's all that clingy husband's fault! Even though we were separated by a curtain and he was fast asleep, he was still so close. Being stripped naked by another man like that would be psychologically disturbing for any woman.
Just when I was at my wit's end, my husband, as if by telepathy, went on a business trip.
That Sunday morning, I felt the sky was blue, the clouds were white, the leaves were green, and the flowers were red; I wanted to praise everything I saw!
After the usual massage and acupuncture, it was time for the urine test, as was customary. Xiao Tao Hong took a small plastic cup and went into the bathroom. The bathroom was right next to the examination bed, with only a squat toilet. The door was thin and had a louvered vent at the bottom, so whenever a pretty female patient went in, I would listen to her urination with great interest. Although I couldn't see, the different sounds of women urinating—"hissing" and "pattering"—were like beautiful musical notes to my ears, tantalizing and intriguing.
Listening to Tao Hong's "hissing" sounds of urinating, I was pondering my next move when a scream suddenly erupted from inside, and the door burst open.
"Help! Quick, quick, cockroaches..."
Inside the half-open door, Tao Hong gripped the doorknob with one hand and half-pulled up her pants with the other, her voice trembling with panic and tears. Her tight pants and underwear were stuck on her legs, and she couldn't pull them up with one hand. Dark shadows darted between her legs, her round, white buttocks were raised high, and the urine she was about to urinate couldn't be stopped, spraying intermittently under her buttocks.
Two rather cute, large, dark purple cockroaches were playfully crawling around her feet.
"Ah—"
Another scream rang out; a lewd cockroach had crawled onto the back of her foot. She turned pale with fright, crying and kicking wildly, exposing her wet, plump vulva to me.
Heaven was on my side! I decisively rushed in, grabbed her knees and armpits, picked her up, and ran out. When I carried her to the examination bed, she was still kicking her legs wildly in my arms. I leaned close to her ear and gently comforted her
, "Little darling... don't be afraid, there are no more cockroaches... don't cry... don't be afraid, your husband isn't here, but I'm here..." After she calmed down a little, I didn't give her a chance to think anymore. I quietly kissed her teary eyes, licked away her tears, kissed her nose, and kissed her lips, until she slowly became aroused and her tongue intertwined with mine...
Later, when I grabbed her legs to admire her wet vulva that she had just urinated on, she suddenly woke up and shyly let out an "Ah!" as she bent her legs and squeezed them together. But this bending and squeezing not only made her plump vulva swell up even more like a peach, but also caused the urine that she hadn't finished urinating to overflow. Her two plump lips contracted and twitched, trying to hold it in, but the urine was still intermittent, spurting and flowing, steaming, and emitting a pungent, acrid fragrance that made my blood boil.
"If it's going to rain, it's going to pee, just let it be, baby..."
I teased her with vulgar language, and even slapped her soft, cute bottom amidst her coquettish protests, *smack, smack, smack*.
"No...you bad guy, you hit me...uh...you pervert..."
Her delicate moans strongly encouraged me to take further action. I picked up the small plastic cup she had just thrown away, pressed it against her vulva, and said, "Shh—shh—"
I urged her to urinate, and she obediently shifted her buttocks towards the small cup and continued to urinate. The stream of urine, at the end of its strength, rose and fell, its trajectory highly irregular. I barely managed to collect half a cup, and just when I thought it was almost gone, she exerted another burst, spraying it all over my face.
It was so warm and fragrant! In a moment of excitement, I lifted her legs high and buried them between her plump thighs, greedily sucking up the last of her urine… Later, I maintained this position of lifting her legs with one hand, without removing the pants wrapped around her legs, and guided my already hard “little doctor” directly into her tightly clenched vagina…
Tao Hong’s vagina was beautiful; her labia majora were thick, white, and smooth without hair, while her labia minora were slightly exposed, their color a deep red, smooth and without wrinkles. The equally plump mons pubis was covered with fine, black, glossy hairs, creating a striking contrast with the surrounding fair skin. The experience was indescribable. Because she hadn't had children, she was tighter than my wife and Xiaoling, but because she was so wet, penetration was effortless. It felt like being tightly enveloped by warm, slippery flesh, occasionally contracting and wriggling. Her vulva was large and would even rub against my glans. I almost ejaculated when I first entered, not quite used to it.
Such a wonderful vagina, and she would often unexpectedly squirt urine – simply amazing!
Xiao Tao Hong's orgasmic expressions were also unique.
Xiaoling's orgasm was like a fish on a chopping board, jumping and twitching wildly, sometimes with intense spasms, a bit like an epileptic seizure. My wife, Jialin, was like an octopus, using both hands and feet to cling to you, thrusting her mons pubis against you until her own orgasm subsided before letting go. Xiao Tao Hong, on the other hand, was slightly more "civilized." She held tightly to your waist with both hands, sometimes pushing away, sometimes pulling back, adjusting her own comfort. Like a soldier in a war movie, shot in the chest and dying from lack of oxygen, she puffed out her chest, raised her shoulders, and tilted her chin high, panting heavily. The blush on her face was concentrated around her nose, even the tip and wings of her nose were red, and her small, curved eyes were half-closed, only the whites of her eyes visible, like a blind person.
No wonder some sex experts say: there are a hundred kinds of vaginas, but a woman's orgasm has thousands of different expressions.
After that, we never had a chance to be alone
together again. But over there, there was a loud snoring, and behind the curtain, Xiao Tao Hong's small eyes were full of tenderness and endless charm. What's that famous saying? A woman's vagina is a passage to her heart; if you open her vagina, her heart will naturally open to you. So true!
However, with her husband outside the curtain, she resolutely refused to let him have sex, not even taking off his underwear, but touching her vagina from one side was allowed—women are so strange. One Sunday, after lying down on the examination bed, she nervously glanced at her husband, and only after hearing his snoring did she begin to entice me with her alluring eyes, slowly lifting her skirt like revealing a treasure—good heavens! A pale purple, thin, semi-transparent, lace-trimmed, narrow, and tightly fitted thong with an open crotch!
A woman having an affair is truly charming, clever, and playful!
Although I could freely touch her vulva and breasts, the "little doctor" could no longer experience pleasure, which remained a regret.
Finally, one day, the "big doctor," unable to resist the "little doctor's" desperate pleas, slipped two sleeping pills into Xiao Tao Hong's husband's tea…
"Please, don't do this, oh, um… really, no…"
Xiao Tao Hong pleaded softly, while the "little doctor's" large head had already pulled open the thong and was sliding inside her wet, muddy cleft.
"Don't worry, I just put half a sleeping pill in your husband's tea, he won't wake up for a while..."
"How could you do this! Oh, be gentle... it feels so good..."
"It's okay, if he really wakes up, I'll pull out, put on my coat, and your pants will be on perfectly fine, no one will notice! Besides, my head is already inside, hehe..."
"You... you're too much of a pervert!... Please, please don't come in anymore, oh!... Tomorrow, okay? We'll go somewhere else... I... will give you... okay... oh!"
She said "oh," then covered her mouth, glancing sideways in alarm at her husband. After two "ohs," the "little doctor" was already more than halfway in... It was my first time having
sex with a married woman while her husband was snoring, and the feeling was so intense, I wouldn't even want to be an emperor! At first, I slowly thrust in and out in rhythm with her snoring, fully savoring the wonderful sensation of Tao Hong's tight, slippery, and warm vagina. Later, I noticed that his snoring wasn't consistent anymore; it gradually became irregular. One time, I pulled out of her vagina with a long snort, but after a long wait, there was no more snoring, only the sound of "ah-mu-ah-mu" smacking of his lips.
At that moment, I really wanted to run over, grab him, and slap him a few times: If you're going to hit someone, hit them properly! Why are you smacking your lips? Is dream stuff really that delicious? As delicious as your wife's vagina? Humph!
Whatever rhythm I wanted! With a "plop," I thrust back in hard. But before, when I had slowly thrust in and out, a lot of air had accumulated inside. With this hard thrust, "plop—"
Xiao Tao Hong let out a "vagina fart," and many large and small milky-white bubbles emerged from her vaginal opening.
"Oh! Be gentle…you pervert—"
She cried out in pain, then blushed deeply at her own "vagina fart," patting my shoulder and complaining.
Whether it was embarrassment from the "fart" or the approach of climax, as I continued, warm, clear urine would occasionally flow from her vulva, showering the "little doctor." The "little doctor," enjoying the sensation, excitedly increased her speed and intensity… Finally, another "soldier-shot" beneath me arched her back, panting heavily…
Before being "shot," Xiao Tao Hong habitually glanced in the direction of her husband's snoring. After
twice "opening up" the young woman's heart, the proud white-collar worker completely transformed into a docile little wife behind the curtain, obedient and letting me train her as I pleased. Although I cherished her and promised her I wouldn't have sex with her husband next to her in the clinic, in the days that followed, her vaginal fluids, my semen, and of course, her urine were left in the hourly room near the mobile company, in my Citroen C8, and on the secluded grassy areas of the park.
A year later, her urinary incontinence had healed, but we still had rendezvous almost every week. In the heat of the moment, Xiao Tao Hong told me many secrets about her marriage. For example, her husband was a virgin until he was 32; she had a boyfriend before marrying him and had sex with him three times; her husband's penis was small, clean, and foreskin-covered, and each time they had sex, it never lasted more than five minutes, and she had never experienced an orgasm during sex with her husband; her husband treated her so well that she never thought she would have an affair, but unexpectedly, I, this rogue doctor, "stole her heart"; besides being handsome, having a big penis, lasting a long time, and being skilled at seduction, I never imagined that he would dare to use vulgar language with her in private, such as "fuck," "penis," "cunt," and "pee," which was also a reason why she liked me!
When asked about the feeling of having an affair next to her husband, she initially hesitated to answer, but after my persistent questioning and provocation, she finally admitted that the time she was penetrated by me next to her husband was the most exciting sex she had ever experienced. During the climax, "my mind went blank, and I felt like I was flying in the air for a long time before landing." Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Last summer, she told me she was about to immigrate to Canada with her husband, and she cried her eyes out while hugging me. I also squeezed out some tears, comforting her that even if they were separated by a thousand miles, they would eventually meet again. Taking advantage of that sweet, intimate moment, I shamelessly asked her for a "farewell gift"—one more time to experience having sex with her next to her husband. Deeply in love, Xiao Tao Hong hesitated for a long time before finally shyly agreeing.
That evening, the couple hosted a dinner for me at home, partly to thank me and parting ways. During the meal, Xiao Tao Hong kept begging her husband to toast me. She and her husband sometimes joked and teased each other, sometimes gazed deeply into each other's eyes, showing no sign of their affair.
That's when I truly understood what a woman who's having an affair is like: when facing her lover, she's completely obedient and has very low intelligence; but in front of her husband, she's a completely skilled actress!
That night was the most unforgettable and craziest night in my history of seduction.
On their wedding bed, beside the sleeping man (whose drink, of course, had been laced with sleeping pills I'd given him by his wife), I used every trick in the book to toy with Xiao Tao Hong. I swore and cursed, my penis thrashing about, tormenting her until her vagina was swollen, her urine sprayed out, and the bed was covered in stains…
Finally, I made her lie on top of her husband, embracing his head, her buttocks raised high—amidst her husband's thunderous snoring and her soft moans of pain, I took her virginity…
Throughout the night, Xiao Tao Hong's vagina opened and closed repeatedly, and I ejaculated and became hard again and again, breaking my rule by being a "four-times-a-night man"… Around 3 a.m., after moving her husband up and down the bed and changing the sheets, I kissed her goodbye through Xiao Tao Hong's tearful, lingering eyes…
A month later, she went abroad. We didn't see each other for a month. Firstly, I felt this would help her process her emotions and leave more easily; secondly, I had just remarried Jialin and was busy dealing with my "new" wife.
Before takeoff, she sent me a message: "We're leaving, take care!"
I guess her husband was nearby.
"Foreign doctors aren't good; if you have hypochondria, go back to China and see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor,"
I replied.
And so, this "urinary incontinence affair" ended with a touch of sadness…
As the saying goes, women are made of water.
There are three kinds of fluids from a woman's genitals: urine, vaginal secretions (which have many colloquial names, such as spring water, vaginal fluid, and semen), and a mysterious fluid in between, the composition of which is still undetermined. The Japanese call this phenomenon "squirt," which is quite apt.
I will discuss these latter two types of fluids in "Red Apricot Juice" and "Baby, Don't Be Afraid," respectively. Please stay tuned.

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