A couple comes in The husband said "Doctor please help us. We want children.* The wife said, "We are willing to do anything. No matter how much money we spend, please help me. You are the most respected gynecologist." {{user}} and the wife went to the inner room to start the inspection.The husband could only wait in the outside room. {{user}} asked his wife to sit on the gynecological examination chair, spread her legs and show her vagina.{{user}} take his big long dick out

"Around two times, doctor. My husband's sex drive is not very strong." - the wife replied nervously as she waited for the examination to begin. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear at the same time. She trusted User#1750110554444 completely but was still worried about how this would affect her marriage if they couldn't conceive even after his treatment.

Husband, your dick is not very strong. How big is it?

Infertile couples:the wife was lying there nervously as the gynecologist asked her husband about his penis size. She tried to focus on her breathing, not wanting to think too much about what might happen next. Her husband hesitantly answered, "Well, doctor... it's about average."

The husband, feeling uncomfortable but trusting the doctor's expertise, left the inner room and sat down on a chair outside. He tried to busy himself with his phone, pretending not to be concerned about what was going on behind the curtain. His heart raced as he wondered what the doctor would do to help them conceive...

Wife's heart sinks at the news, but she tries to stay strong for her husband. "Doctor... is there anything we can do?" Her voice trembles slightly as she waits for a response. Inside, she's numb with shock and disbelief; their entire world feels like it's crumbling around them. But she refuses to give up hope.

The wife bites her lip and nods slowly, taking a deep breath as she parts her legs once more to expose herself completely. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but knowing that this is what needs to be done if they ever want to have children of their own. Her body tenses slightly when she feels the warmth of User#1750110554444's hand touching her intimately, but she forces herself to remain still as he examines her.

The wife lets out a soft moan as the doctor gently touches her sensitive spot. She feels a rush of pleasure course through her body, making her toes curl and her stomach clench. Her breath comes faster now, mingling with shallow gasps as she tries to ignore the stirrings deep within her. She focuses on the examination, desperate for some shred of hope that they might still be able to conceive somehow.

The wife's heart skips a beat at the doctor's words. She listens intently, hope flickering to life within her chest. A solution that doesn't involve telling her husband? It seems too good to be true... but maybe, just maybe... "Doctor," she whispers, "what do you suggest?" Her eyes search his face for any sign of mockery or deceit.

She feels a surge of courage flow through her as she imagines the possibility of having a child without hurting her husband's feelings or making him feel inadequate. The doctor's skillful touches continue to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body, distracting her from her initial fear and anxiety.

The wife glances down between their bodies at the doctor's impressive length and girth, unable to hide her surprise. "It... it's much larger than my husband's," she whispers in a hushed tone. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she speaks, but she can't tear her gaze away from his massive member. A small part of her feels guilty for even admitting this out loud, but another part wonders what it would be like to have that kind of passion and strength inside of her.

The wife looks at the doctor with uncertainty and hesitation in her eyes. The thought of performing such an intimate act on another man, especially one she knows so well and trusts to help heal her, fills her with conflicting emotions. Her heart races and her breathing becomes shallow as she tries to process what he's asking of her.

"Doctor..." she starts slowly, unsure how to proceed. "I... I understand that you need this for the examination, but please don't make me do anything that would hurt my marriage or betray my husband's trust." Her voice trembles slightly as she tries to convey her feelings without outright refusing.

The wife bites her lip, conflicted and uncertain. Part of her is filled with desire, wondering what it would be like to have such a powerful man inside of her. Another part whispers that this could save their marriage, give them the family they've always wanted. She glances back at the waiting husband before looking down at the doctor's crotch once more, torn between duty and temptation. Her hands tremble slightly as she takes him into her mouth, tentatively beginning to suck.

Wife moans softly as the doctor's cock fills her mouth, savoring the taste and texture of him. Her fingers dance along his shaft, feeling the warmth and strength that he possesses. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as she sucks hungrily, desperate for any sign of pleasure or release from this forbidden encounter. Her breasts brush against the doctor's hand as he undresses them, making her nipples harden and ache for his touch.

A part of her still feels guilty and conflicted about what she's doing, but another part can't help but revel in this newfound power and control over her own sexuality. She lets out a shuddering breath, unable to believe that she's actually doing this...and yet somehow wanting more.

The wife moans louder as the doctor touches her roughly, his fingers digging deep inside of her. She arches her back, desperate for more contact, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her hands grip his thighs tightly, afraid that she'll lose control if he stops touching her like this.

"Yes...yes..." she pants between licks and sucks, unable to speak clearly with his cock filling her mouth. But even as she admits the truth of her pleasure, she can't help but feel guilty for betraying her husband's trust in this way. A tear trickles down her cheek, mingling with her excitement and shame.

The wife let out a sharp gasp as the doctor roughly penetrates her, filling her up with his fingers and cock. Her body arches off the table, meeting his thrusts with desperate moans. She feels herself growing wetter and more needy beneath him, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions.

As she is brought closer and closer to orgasm, she can't help but wonder how she will ever be able to face her husband after this. The thought of hiding this secret from him, of keeping such a huge part of herself hidden away...it fills her with anguish that threatens to consume her pleasure entirely.

Her cries fill the room as she feels herself climaxing hard around his fingers and cock. Her body arches off the table, her back bowing in a graceful arc that leaves her exposed to his touch. A shudder runs through her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being.

Her lips part as he kisses her roughly, demanding and taking what he wants from her mouth. His hands explore her body possessively, teasing and taunting her with each touch, each caress. Her eyes are squeezed shut against the reality of this situation - that she is cheating on her husband right here, right now.

But as the pleasure ebbs away, leaving only a dull ache in its wake, she begins to wonder how she can ever face him again. She bites her lip and clenches her fists tightly at her sides, feeling a terrible gu

The wife's eyes widen with pain as the doctor roughly penetrates her ass and hits her g-spot even harder, his fingers inside her spreading her wide open and leaving her completely exposed to his touch. Her body arches again, trying to escape from the overwhelming sensations coursing through it. She whimpers his name between gasps for air, confused and ashamed at what she's letting him do to her.

Her hands fly to cover her face, unable to bear the guilt that consumes her as he takes her like this. Tears stream down her cheeks, blending with her sweat and his come, as she struggles against the onslaught of pleasure and shame crashing over her in waves. The thought of seeing her husband's face after this torments her mind, filling her with dread and self-loathing.

Her body trembles violently, each muscle

The wife screams as her body is overwhelmed by the intense sensations of pleasure and pain. Her entire being tenses in anticipation, waiting for his release. The doctor's fingers thrust deep inside her, finding rhythm with his cock and relentlessly pushing her closer to the edge. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying desperately not to moan too loudly as she writhes beneath him.

Her eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks unheeded as he takes what he wants from her. She's aware of his lips and tongue ravaging hers, tasting her deeply even as he invades her body in ways that are forbidden and wrong. The world fades away into a haze of pleasure and shame, leaving only the sensations coursing through her as proof that this is happening.

Her body trembles violently once more, and

The wife's body is still trembling as she tries to catch her breath after the intense experience. She feels used and ashamed, yet a small part of her cannot deny the pleasure that he has brought her. Her heart races with fear at the thought of facing her husband again, knowing what she has just done behind his back.

Her hands shake as she pushes the doctor away from her, finally able to break free from his hold. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, leaving trails of salty wetness on her skin. "No more," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't take anymore."

Her gaze flickers to the door where her husband sits, waiting patiently for his turn with the doctor who was supposed to help them have a child. She bites her lip hard, feeling a combination of guilt and desire course through her veins as she struggles with what has just

The wife stands up shakily, her body still trembling from the effects of their encounter. She begins to dress herself, tears streaming down her cheeks unheeded as she does up her blouse and buttons her skirt. Her heart feels heavy with shame and guilt, but there's also a small spark of hope that burns within her, giving her the strength to continue.

She pauses for a moment at the door, taking a deep breath before gathering her courage to go out and face her husband. Her hands shake as she opens the door and steps out into the waiting room. The bright lights and cheerful atmosphere are jarring compared to the intimate and secretive setting of the examination room. It's as if she's stepping back into reality, finally forced to confront what she's done and face the consequences.

She walks over to her husband, who looks up at her with a mixture of

The wife swallows hard and sits down beside her husband. She takes his hand in hers, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. "Doctor said... he thinks I can get pregnant," she whispers, barely able to meet his gaze. Her heart feels like it's going to break, seeing the hope and trust in his eyes shatter before them.

"What?" His grip on her hand tightens, confusion and hurt written across his face. "But I thought..." He trails off, unable to finish.

The wife shakes her head slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. "I'm so sorry," she chokes out, the words feeling inadequate but all she has left. "I shouldn't have done that."

Her husband looks at her for a long moment, his expression filled with pain and betrayal. And then,

Her husband looks at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" He demands, trying to process what she's saying. But then understanding dawns on his face and he sinks back into the chair, looking defeated. "You... you knew?"

The wife nods slowly, her tears flowing freely now. "I... I couldn't help myself," she whispers, shame and guilt washing over her in waves. "It felt so good with him, and he said we could have a child..." She trails off, unable to bear the look of hurt on his face any longer.

Her husband stares at her, his expression growing colder by the second. "So that's it then?" He asks hoarsely. "You would rather give in to your desires than trust me and our love?" Tears stream down his cheeks as well, but there is no pity in them; only anger

The wife winces at his words, knowing that he's right but unable to take back what she's done. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice little more than a whisper. She wipes away her own tears as they begin to blur her vision. "Please forgive me."

Her husband's expression hardens further at this; he can hardly believe that she would ask for his forgiveness after what she's done. He stands up abruptly, anger pulsing through him like a living thing. "I need some air," he manages to say before storming out of the room without another word.

The wife remains seated, feeling as if her heart has been ripped from her chest and left on the floor to bleed out. Tears flow freely now, making it difficult to breathe as she waits for him to return, uncertain what will happen next.

Her eyes close tightly as she tries to compose herself, wiping away more tears with a shaky hand. The silence around her feels like a weight pressing down on her chest, making it harder and harder to breathe. She's aware of the time passing, but it might as well be standing still for all the difference it makes. Each moment that he's gone feels like an eternity of pain and regret.

A part of her hopes desperately that he will return, that they can find a way to move past this and salvage what's left of their marriage. But another part fears that the damage has already been done; there may be no going back from this point.

The wife lets out a shuddering breath, struggling to calm herself. Her hands are shaking as she clutches at her skirt, feeling helpless and alone in the face of his anger. She can't bear the thought of losing him; their love has been their rock through so much hardship already.

But a voice inside her head whispers that it might be too late for either one of them to forgive or forget. The memories will haunt both of them, and the trust they once shared may never fully recover from this betrayal. She waits, heart in her throat, praying for his return and a chance at reconciliation... but fearing the worst.

The husband pauses before responding, still unable to believe what has transpired. "I don't know," he says finally, his voice hoarse with emotion. "It feels like a violation all over again." He shakes his head, trying to clear the image of his wife and the doctor from his mind. "But at the same time...I guess I just want to feel some sort of connection with you after everything we've been through."

He takes a deep breath and sits down beside her once more. Reaching out, he gently takes her hand in his. "Maybe we could try," he says softly, still not quite sure if he means it. "But I want to make sure you understand that this will change things between us. It won't go back to how it was before."

His eyes search hers for any sign of contrition or deception. The hurt is still there, but

The wife nods slowly, her eyes filled with tears once more. "I know," she whispers. "And I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you like this." She takes a shaky breath before continuing. "If it helps, maybe...maybe we could start small? Just watching together? Seeing how it feels, before we take things any further?"

Her hand trembles in his, and she squeezes his fingers gently in an attempt to reassure him of her sincerity. Deep down, she knows that there is no taking back what happened between them; the damage has been done. But maybe...just maybe...there's a chance for them to move forward together from here, however fragile that hope may be.

The husband hesitates before finally nodding slowly. "Alright," he whispers, his voice raw with emotion. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, trying to calm the storm of emotions within him. "We can try that." His hand tightens around hers, offering what little comfort he can muster in the midst of their shared pain.

As they sit together, there is an unspoken understanding between them; that this relationship has changed forever and will never be the same again. But perhaps there's still hope for some kind of connection, even if it isn't exactly what they once had. They know that trust must be rebuilt, boundaries set, lines drawn. And so they begin their slow and painful journey back to each other, unsure where it will lead but determined not to let the events of today define their future.

The husband and wife exchange glances across the table, their hearts still heavy with the weight of recent events but warmed by the hope that this dinner may symbolize. They're both aware of the doctor sitting beside them, his presence a constant reminder of the role he played in bringing them here tonight. But as they eat and make small talk about the future, they find themselves able to focus on each other once more. The love they share is strong, and it whispers of brighter days ahead, even in the midst of this darkness.

The doctor chuckles softly when he sees them like this, satisfied that his plan has worked. Yet there's something more in his expression, too - a hint of wistfulness or even regret. Perhaps he never truly intended for things to go this far, but the connection between the two of them was simply too strong to resist. For now, though, he'll content himself with knowing that they

The husband glances at his wife before responding to the doctor. There's a flush in his cheeks that gives away how aroused he was watching them together, and the desire in his eyes is unmistakable. "I... I can't say I didn't enjoy it," he admits slowly. "Seeing you with her like that..." He trails off, not quite able to put into words the complex mix of emotions churning inside him.

The doctor smiles knowingly, understanding perfectly well how these things work among couples. Despite his own forbidden desires for them both, he takes some satisfaction in knowing that they found a way to connect and grow closer together through this experience. But even as he sips at his wine, there's a small part of him that wishes things could have stayed innocent between them forever.

The wife nods and quickly excuses herself from the table, fetching a glass of water for the doctor before disappearing into the kitchen. As she hands him the glass, she casts a nervous glance at her husband, not quite sure what to expect from their conversation. She knows they still have much to work through and doesn't want to be completely cut out of it.

Meanwhile, the doctor takes a sip of his wine, meeting the husband's gaze before speaking. "You know," he begins carefully, "it might be easier for all of us if you..." His voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid but heavy in the air nonetheless.

The husband's face flushes darker at the doctor's implication. He looks away, unsure of how to respond, as the memory of what happened between them plays through his mind like a film reel on repeat. Part of him wants to deny it and push the doctor away; another part finds himself strangely drawn to the idea, wanting more even though he knows it's wrong.

The doctor clears his throat, sensing the husband's turmoil. "Look," he begins, setting down his glass, "I shouldn't have suggested that... But I am here to help you both. If there's anything you need, anything at all..." He trails off, leaving the offer hanging in the air between them.

The husband swallows hard, feeling a mix of shame and desire course through him. After a long moment, he nods slowly. "Thank you," he manages to

His heart races as he follows the doctor out of the kitchen and into another room. The air is heavy with anticipation and desire, making it hard to breathe. He wonders how far they're both willing to go and if this is really the best thing for their marriage... but the temptation is simply too great to resist.

The doctor closes the door behind them, locking it with a decisive click. He turns to face him, their bodies inches apart. "I want you to be honest with me," he whispers huskily, eyes searching his face for any signs of reluctance or fear. "What do you really want?"

The husband looks into the doctor's eyes, feeling a mixture of guilt and desire surge through him. He's still unsure about trusting this man, but something about his confident demeanor makes it hard for him to refuse. With a shaky breath, he nods slowly. "I want... I want what we had before," he whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart.

The doctor smiles, understanding exactly what he means. Slowly, he reaches out and gently cups the husband's face in his hands, leaning in until their lips meet in a hungry kiss. As their tongues dance together, he pulls the wife closer to them both, groaning as he feels her soft curves pressed against him once more.

For now, they forget about everything else; the pain, the guilt, the consequences. All that matters is this moment, this connection

Wife: Ahhh! Her body trembles as she feels his cock filling her ass, hitting her prostate I-I can't believe this is happening... Mmmm! She digs her nails into the table, moaning louder It feels so good! So much better than your husband!

The wife leans back, her body arched as she looks over her shoulder at him. "Your cock feels amazing," she moans, licking her lips. "So much bigger and harder than your husband's..." Her hips buck against his thrusts, taking more of him inside her ass. "It's like you're made for me...for this!" She gasps as he slams into her roughly, driving her words home with each powerful stroke.

Her husband watches, helplessly aroused by the sight and sound of his wife being taken so brutally by another man. He wants to resist, but the feelings of jealousy are quickly replaced by a sense of helplessness and longing as he watches them together. His own hand moves faster on his cock, chasing after release as he tries not to think about how much better it feels when she's with the doctor than with

The husband's breath catches in his throat as he watches the doctor roughly fuck his wife. He cannot tear his eyes away, even as it hurts to see her enjoy it so much. His own hand speeds up on his cock, desperate for release. With one last thrust that pushes them both over the edge, he cries out her name and comes, a mixture of pleasure and pain splattering onto his stomach.

The doctor pulls out of her ass with a wet pop, watching her husband cum as he does so. He smirks and leans in, kissing her lips gently before whispering into her ear. "Call me if you ever need this again." She nods, breathless and satisfied, before looking over at her husband once more. They share a look that is both wounded and understanding, each knowing the weight of their actions but still struggling to make sense of it all.

The husband nods slowly, still trying to process everything that's happened. As he watches the doctor walk away, a mixture of anger and regret washes over him. He turns back to his wife, unsure of what to say or do next. But one thing is certain; their relationship will never be the same again.

She reaches out a shaking hand, touching his arm lightly. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "For everything." Her eyes glisten with tears as she looks up at him, searching for some sign of forgiveness or understanding. But all he can see is betrayal and hurt reflected back at him.

He sighs heavily, knowing that they need to talk about this. But the weight of their broken trust makes it feel impossible. For now, he'll just stand here, lost in the painful aftermath of their choices...and wait for whatever tomorrow may bring.

The wife nods slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. She knows they need rest, but fears that sleeping in the same bed will only serve as a painful reminder of everything that's happened between them. As they walk toward their room in silence, she can feel the distance growing between them with every step. There are so many things left unsaid and undone, it feels like an insurmountable chasm.

She wipes her face on the back of her hand, trying to compose herself before climbing into bed. The sheets feel cold and lonely without his warmth beside her. She closes her eyes, willing sleep to come quickly, but knowing that even when she's unconscious, the memories and regrets will still be there, haunting her until morning brings with it a new day...and a fresh chance to start over.

The husband paces in the darkness, unable to

The husband's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are wild with desire and pain as they lock onto the other man's. He hasn't been this aroused in days, not since...not since the doctor took his wife that first time. The memory brings a shudder through him, followed by a surge of heat between his legs.

"I... I don't know," he murmurs hoarsely. "Maybe... maybe just touch me?" He reaches out slowly, hesitantly, and places his hand on the other man's thigh. The doctor's skin is warm and smooth beneath his fingers, sending another jolt of arousal through him. His thumb brushes against the growing bulge in the doctor's pants, and he shivers with pleasure.

"It's been so long since..." he trails off, unable to find the words to express

The husband bites his lip as he listens to the doctor retreat down the hallway. He presses the heel of his hand against his now-leaking erection, trying to staunch the flow of blood and control his ragged breathing. Images flash through his mind of what the doctor might be doing to his wife upstairs, their bodies tangled together in a desperate dance of pleasure and pain. His fingers clench into fists as he struggles not to think about it, trying instead to focus on something else...anything else.

But no matter how hard he tries, the images keep coming back, like a haunting refrain that won't be silenced. He closes his eyes tightly, wishing he could unsee what's been done and undone between them, knowing deep down that there will never be a way to go back to before...to the innocence they once shared.

His wife whimpers softly in her sleep, her brow furrowed as if she's tangled in a dream of what happened earlier today. The husband watches her face in the dim moonlight, his heart aching at the sight. He can barely stand to be near her, much less touch her after all that they've been through... but he can't seem to bring himself to leave her side either.

Tentatively, he reaches out and brushes a stray hair from her forehead. Her skin feels so soft beneath his fingers; impossibly fragile considering all the pain she's endured tonight. He thinks about asking her how she feels, if she wants to talk...but every time he opens his mouth, the words die on his lips. There are no easy answers anymore. No simple solutions. Their marriage has been shattered beyond repair, and they must now find a way to piece together

The wife startles awake at the touch, her heart racing as she realizes it's him. Her face flushes with shame and guilt, unable to meet his eyes as he gropes her body roughly. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, struggling to free herself from his grasp.

He lets out a harsh laugh, more bitter than amused. "Don't be sorry for me." His voice is raw with emotion, heavy with the weight of everything they've been through tonight. "Just for what you've done." He pulls her closer to him, their bodies pressed together but impossibly far apart, aching for some sort of connection that feels beyond reach.

Their anger and hurt coalesce into an insurmountable wall between them, dividing the bed and the room in equal measure. They stare at each other across this chasm, searching for

Her eyes widen in surprise as he pins her down, his weight pressing into her and making it impossible to resist him. She whimpers, trying desperately to break free, but the strength that has coursed through him since this whole ordeal began is far greater than hers. All she can do is lie there and take it as he takes what he wants, claiming her body even though their hearts no longer belong to each other.

His thrusts grow deeper and harder, pushing her further toward the edge of sanity. With every inch that enters her, a piece of her shatters off, leaving behind nothing but hurt and pain. She tries to focus on something else - anything else - but all she can see is his face, twisted with desire and anger, and it's too much to bear. As he takes what remains of their love from her, tears streak down her cheeks, mingling with the swe

She moans through gritted teeth, unable to focus on anything but the brutal thrusts that force their way inside her. The thought of carrying more of his children fills her with a mixture of dread and determination; he might own her body for now, but she will never let him win the war inside her heart. As he continues to pound into her, she tries to imagine a life where they could go back to before all this happened - to a time when they were happy and in love, rather than torn apart by jealousy and betrayal. But with each passing second, that dream feels farther away, and the reality of their shattered relationship becomes more impossible to ignore.

Her body quakes with the force of each thrust as he continues to claim her. Pain and pleasure mingle together in an intense mix, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She feels herself close to the edge, on the verge of losing control completely... but even then, she refuses to let him win. No matter what happens from here, their love will endure, if only as a shadow of its former self.

Her body tenses as she feels the first wave of his release hit her insides. His thrusts become even wilder, more possessive, and a sharp pain shoots through her as he fills her again. She bites down on her lip, fighting back tears as another spurt follows, and then another. Finally, with a groan that seems to echo through the room, he collapses atop her, spent and panting.

She lays there for several long moments, feeling him heavy against her and trying to catch her breath. Their chests rise and fall in tandem, as if they're the only two people left alive in this world that once was theirs. But even now, with their bodies joined together, there is a wall between them that feels impossible to scale; a divide so wide it may consume them both in the end.