It's rare for couples to get together.

I am 35 years old and a chief physician at the Municipal People's Hospital. My husband is three years older than me and also works at the People's Hospital; he is the Party Secretary of the hospital. My daughter is in junior high school and lives at school. My husband and I are both very busy with work, and my husband is often away on business trips, so we rarely have time together, and it's rare for us to share a bed.
Today is a rare day for us to be together. At eight o'clock in the evening, after showering, we undressed early and went to our room. I leaned naked against the headboard, carefully combing my pubic hair. The bedside lamp illuminated my full and shapely figure. Although I am 35, my breasts are still firm, and my buttocks are round and elastic. I am grateful to my parents for giving me a beautiful face and fair skin. My pubic hair is very thick, which used to be my husband's favorite feature. Due to our busy work schedules, we haven't had sex for over a month. I thought tonight would be a wonderful night.
I opened my legs, my inner desire and excitement making my vagina wet. I watched him walk over and then raised my vulva to receive him. Without any foreplay, my husband penetrated me. The intense thrusting made me moan with pleasure; I wished this vigor would never end. However, less than two minutes later, he withdrew, becoming limp. I felt as if I had fallen into an abyss just before reaching the gates of pleasure…
We are both doctors; we know why. For over six months, my husband hadn't satisfied me even once, and I was almost in despair.
My libido has always been very strong, especially after I turned thirty; this physiological urge has become increasingly intense. Last year, I attended an academic conference in Shenzhen, and the twenty-odd days without sex often kept me awake all night. Once, unable to bear the sexual torment, I went to an adult store. I was the only customer. The young man on duty seemed to read my mind and handed me a large, realistic-looking penis. I hurriedly stuffed it into my purse, not even bothering to get my change, and rushed back to the hotel. That night, I used it. In my arousal, the image of the young man on duty kept flashing through my mind. I ejaculated a lot, more than I had in years; even the sheets were soaked. I almost dialed the hotel's number for that kind of service for women... After returning home, whenever my husband was away on business or working the night shift, I would use this "treasure," while uncontrollably fantasizing about the young man's unfamiliar yet somehow familiar face.
I've always been respected at work, not only because I'm sexy and beautiful, but also because I'm steady and reliable. However, this trip to Shenzhen has given me many strange thoughts about sexuality. At the end of last year, during a routine gynecological checkup, the doctor examining my genitals was a young male doctor from our hospital's gynecology department. Before going to the examination table, I was very natural; after all, I've been a doctor for over ten years, and exposing my body isn't a mystery. However, when I took off my underwear and exposed my pubic hair in front of him, I suddenly couldn't help but tremble. During this checkup, he inserted two fingers into my vagina, and I actually felt very comfortable; my vaginal lubrication flowed uncontrollably... Midway through, the female doctor accompanying me left, and I suddenly felt something unusually thick and hard inserted into my vagina. Based on my experience, I knew, of course, that it was his penis. To be honest, I felt a long-lost pleasure and excitement. It all happened so suddenly; I couldn't resist, much less cry out—that would be unbearable. I closed my eyes, feigning ignorance, hoping he would penetrate deeper, harder, and finish quickly… But he was restrained; with the sound of footsteps outside the door, he withdrew. I tried my best to remain calm and natural, but the blush on my face wouldn't fade…
In the past, I would have thought that colleague had taken advantage of me, but this time, I truly experienced it. I didn't feel taken advantage of; instead, I felt excited and satisfied. My husband's premature ejaculation prevented me from enjoying sex, while the young doctor who performed the physical exam gave me immense stimulation and pleasure. I even longed for him to continue having sex with me in the future. Many times when I saw him at work, I would send him sexual signals with affectionate eyes, even hoping he would come to "examine" me again. Sexual life is a reflection of physical life, and sexual pleasure is essential to physical life. I feel like I've become much younger since then...
My husband's failure isn't entirely his fault. We've been married for so many years, and he's never wronged me in any way. For years, due to the responsibilities of our jobs, we often neglected our intimacy. Sometimes when we did get into bed, I was too tired to respond to his desires. We often work sixteen or seventeen hours a day, and a few times we fell asleep without even taking our clothes off when we got home. As someone who's reached middle age and experienced many sexual encounters, I felt a sense of lack in my sexual needs—that's what new passion is all about. Coupled with busy work schedules, the frequency of our sex life definitely decreased significantly. In previous years, to rekindle that passion, my husband came up with many ideas for me, such as having sex outdoors in broad daylight, on a platform, etc. I know his good intentions. He knows my sexual needs, and today his smoking and self-reproach made me realize how narrow-minded and selfish I've been.
I returned to the room, and my husband greeted me apologetically, saying, "Ru, let's start over, okay?" I said, "Honey, don't blame yourself, I don't blame you!" My husband said, "I have the ability and confidence. Although these past six months have been tough on you, don't get upset. Let's find some new solutions, okay?" I teased, "You have another brilliant plan? I don't believe it!" My husband said, "Ah Ming and his wife are similar to us."
Ah Ming and my husband were high school classmates and very good friends. After graduating from the Chinese Literature Department of university, he is now a literary editor at a magazine. His wife, Ah Yun, is a middle school teacher, three years younger than me, and also quite beautiful and voluptuous. Both of our families' children are in middle school and board at school. In our free time, we often eat and chat together.
Ah Ming is a very nice person, tall and scholarly-looking. His wife, Ah Yun, is also very nice. I can talk to her about almost anything. A few times, when my husband was working the night shift and Ah Ming was away on business, we simply slept in the same bed. Women always have a lot to talk about when they're together. She complained about Ah Ming's frequent business trips, and it was clear she had her own unspoken troubles. Sometimes, when we were asleep, I'd find her being restless in bed. Being a doctor, I knew what she was doing. I pretended to be sound asleep to avoid embarrassing her. After she fell asleep, I noticed her underwear was soaked, and her pubic hair, even thicker than mine, was covered in vaginal fluid.
I asked my husband, "What's going on with Ah Ming and the others?" He said, "They seem to lack passion too!" I said, "Ah Yun is very passionate, is Ah Ming impotent?" I told my husband about Ah Yun's masturbation, and when I mentioned Ah Yun's thick pubic hair, I noticed my husband's penis suddenly became erect. He said, "Logically, Ah Ming shouldn't be impotent. Don't let his small stature fool you; his penis is thick and long, and his pubic hair covers his lower abdomen." He then gestured with his hands to show the thickness and length of Ah Ming's penis. I don't know why, but I was suddenly aroused. I felt my lower body getting wet, and a warm current surged in my abdomen. My mind started playing out like a movie: the young man in the adult store, the sudden experience, Ah Ming's thick and long penis... I couldn't help but take off my clothes and lay down naked. My husband penetrated me, saying, "You're so wet. Did you hear me say Ah Ming's penis was exciting?" I retorted without hesitation, "You're hard too. It must be Ah Yun's pubic hair that attracted you!" My husband, trembling during his frenzied thrusting, said, "I don't care if you want it or not, I'll definitely get Ah Ming to fuck you... I'll fuck Ah Yun too... Are you willing?"
I felt a thrill I hadn't experienced in years. In a daze, I just said, "I'm willing... I'm willing to be fucked by Ah Ming... Quickly, get Ah Ming to fuck me!" I lost control, or perhaps it was my loss of control, but my husband succeeded! That night, we made love twice...
My husband's success added a lot of warmth to our lives. Fantasizing about swapping sex with Amin and his wife became a recurring topic of conversation between my husband and me during every sexual encounter. We both knew each other's sexual psychology. Every time we slept together, my husband would talk about how impressive Amin was and how much he wanted to have sex with me; I would also jokingly tell my husband how firm Ayun's breasts were, how thick and shiny her pubic hair was, and how I would cooperate with Amin when he had sex with me… These novel topics had a magical sexual catalytic effect. My husband and I made love more frequently, and it became increasingly harmonious.
One afternoon, I was resting at home. The doorbell rang, and I opened the door to find Ah Ming there. He had just returned from a business trip and brought two bottles of "Qinggou liquor" for my husband. Ah Ming was a regular customer, and he casually sat down on the sofa. I immediately blushed. Just last night, I was still calling out in bed, "Let Ah Ming come and do me!" And now he was right in front of me… Ah Ming seemed to notice my flushed face and said, "What's wrong? The air conditioning's on, and you're still hot?" Of course, he didn't know the reason for my flushed face, but I felt like he had seen into my heart. The more uneasy I felt, the more restless my eyes became. For the first time in my life, I stared intently at Ah Ming's face, and I even noticed the huge bulge in his trousers. For the first time, I had a very good impression of him…
Ah Ming noticed my unusual behavior, but he was completely bewildered. We exchanged a few words, and then he left. Perhaps driven by sexual desire, I really wanted him to stay and chat a little longer, but I didn't dare—not out of fear, but for some reason.
Amin clearly told my husband about my unease. At ten o'clock that night, my husband came home. He told me he had eaten dinner with Amin. He said to me mysteriously, "You're the kind of person who can't do bad things; if you do, it's written all over your face." I actually felt shy. I said, "What did Amin say to you?" My husband said, "Amin guessed about 80% of it." I said, "Guessed what?" My husband said, "I was going to try to brush it off, but Amin was honest." I said, "How was he honest?" My husband said, "People in literature have a sharper eye and richer imagination than us medical people; he immediately guessed that we used them as objects of sexual fantasy." I said, "That can't be, right?" My husband said, "Why not? Ah Ming is very honest; he and his wife have been eyeing us for a long time." That night, my husband told me all about his conversation with Ah Ming. He described how Ah Ming and Ah Yun fantasized about us during sex, how passionate they became, and how we fantasized about them. They talked more and more deeply, from family to the connection and difference between love and sex. They ate for three hours straight, and even Ah Yun joined in the discussion later.
After listening to my husband's long and passionate talk, I felt both excited and calm. Yes, we've been in medicine for so many years, how come we're so unfamiliar with the nature of sex? Sex certainly has a social aspect, but it also has a physiological one. Love can certainly lead to sex—that's the social aspect of sex—but can love imprison sex? Sex, as a physiological phenomenon, is a need and an enjoyment for humans and all living things. When both parties in a relationship let go of "selfishness," sex is no longer lewd, but pleasurable. As a middle-aged woman, I felt a burning desire for sex, yet I also restrained myself and my husband. Was it necessary? That night, my husband and I had a long, deep conversation about the essence of sex, its pursuit, and communication. This was the first time we had discussed the topic of sexual exchange since our marriage. We didn't think it was too late, but we didn't need to hesitate for too long either. That night, my husband and I experienced unprecedented excitement during our intercourse. This
openness in our thinking allowed us to move quickly. The next day, my husband suggested inviting Ah Ming and his wife over for dinner. I sensed a certain unspoken understanding between the men, and I also anticipated the topics we might discuss that evening. I was very excited. At six o'clock in the afternoon, Ah Ming and Ah Yun arrived. They seemed to have dressed up deliberately: Ah Ming wore a Goldlion shirt and looked as handsome as a young man. Ah Yun wore a thin skirt, her breasts prominently displayed, very sexy. My husband opened the "Qinggou Wine" that Ah Ming had given us, and all four of us raised our glasses. After a few drinks, the atmosphere became as intense as the wine itself. The men started getting mischievous. Slightly drunk, Amin said, "Now let's discuss in groups by gender. The topic: Can sex and love be separated?" My husband, as if he'd conspired with Amin beforehand, pushed Ayun and me into the room, saying, "Women in the room, men in the living room. Report back in half an hour."
Closing the door, Ayun and I both laughed, but our laughter was serious. I knew this was the topic we couldn't avoid tonight, and Ayun seemed prepared. After a few words, we got down to business. We knew each other well, and with the help of alcohol, we were very open. We shared our sexual frustrations of recent years and described our mutual sexual fantasies. During the conversation, Ayun talked about her admiration for my husband, asking about his genital characteristics, and I asked about the size of Amin's penis… We talked with great sexual interest, and I felt myself getting wet… At
ten o'clock that night, I opened the door. Seeing the heat between Ah Yun and me, the men seemed impatient, and without prior arrangement, fueled by alcohol, they began singing, "Sister, go boldly forward, go forward..." My husband said to me, "Ru, go upstairs!" I knew what he meant, but I was too embarrassed to take the first step, my heart pounding. My husband noticed my shyness and said, "Go upstairs to the room and fold the clothes that are drying." I knew my husband was paving the way for me, so I hurried upstairs. As soon as I entered the room, I heard footsteps coming upstairs again. It wasn't my husband I knew, but I knew who it was. I was so frightened that I sat on the edge of the bed and closed my eyes. I heard him enter the room and close the door. I felt him sit beside me, and from his heavy breathing, I knew he was very nervous...
I don't know how long we stood silently facing each other, but I felt a pair of large male hands pressing on my breasts. I was both ashamed and happy, wanting to pull him away, but I was so powerless. He kissed my earlobe with his tongue, and I trembled as if electrocuted… I got wet, and a lot of fluid came out at once… He tried to unhook my bra, and I instinctively stood up. I saw Ah Ming! His face was flushed, and he was very ashamed. He said, “Sister-in-law, I’m sorry…” I saw Ah Ming’s urgent yet timid eyes, and I felt guilty towards him. I really wanted to rush up and let him hug me. However, I couldn’t. The heat and trembling in my body made me incoherent. Ah Ming couldn’t say anything. His usual eloquence and candor were gone. He just kept saying, “Sister-in-law, I’m sorry…” I asked Ah Ming, “Is it really like this? What does Ah Yun think?” Ah Ming said, “She’s willing… She went into the room with your husband…” These few words made me feel like a river that had burst its banks, unable to stop my unbridled passion
. I lowered my head and quietly took off my top and bra. A pair of elastic breasts popped out. Ah Ming also started to take off his clothes. He took them off very quickly, and his strong little cannon made my heart pound. I lay back on the edge of the bed, half-asleep yet half-awake, feeling Ah Ming unbutton my skirt and pull down my panties. Ah Ming explored my pubic hair with his tongue; like my husband, he was a gentle man. I obediently opened my naked legs, and he kissed me incessantly, from my breasts and lower abdomen to my pubic hair and clitoris. Like on our wedding night, I was overflowing with love juice. Soon, he entered me; his penis was incredibly hard, large, and long. I felt an unparalleled fullness in my vagina, far surpassing my husband's penis, far surpassing a vibrator, far surpassing the experience during that medical checkup… This was a night that made me feel incredibly young. We made love three times that night, the last time I took the initiative and was on top…
The next morning, while Ah Ming was still fast asleep, I quietly got up. Downstairs, my husband and Ah Yun were still fast asleep in their room. For some reason, I felt no jealousy. I was satisfied, and I felt I should satisfy my husband. We still loved each other. Last night, it was simply an activity we both needed.

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