My Beloved Wife (3)
"What should I do, then?"
"Hmm... cases like this aren't exactly common."
The married female doctor in the white coat pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she spoke. Through the open front of her coat, the plump, firm cleavage of her shirt was clearly visible.
A name tag pinned to the white coat read Urologist Noh Soo-young.
"Is there really... no way at all?"
"This kind of psychogenic disorder doesn't respond to any medication or treatment."
"What!? What did you just say!?"
The words that left her mouth were pure despair.
"There is one method, though..."
"What is it!?"
If it meant curing this cursed affliction, I was ready to break open every savings account I had. No—if it would only fix this, I would have offered up everything I owned.
"Well... it's nothing that dramatic. You'll have to put in the effort together with your wife."
"Effort with my wife?"
"Mm... it's the obvious thing to say, really... Since the accident happened while you were having relations with your wife, the only person who holds the answer to getting you erect again is your wife herself."
The doctor put deliberate weight on the word erect. Hearing that clinical term leave the lips of a woman who looked far too sexy to be a doctor sent a strange, indecent shiver through me.
"So what exactly am I supposed to do?"
"Well... above all else, you need to keep trying with your wife."
"We've already been trying for months. I just can't see any way forward."
That much was true. Night after night my wife and I had pressed ourselves together, desperately trying to revive my dead cock.
She had ordered every kind of costume online and modeled them for me; she had struck lewd poses she would never have attempted before, doing everything she could to seduce me. But the thing that would once have sprung to furious life and ravaged her at the slightest provocation showed not the faintest sign of recovery.
"Hmm... then this is rather serious."
"So... have I become a eunuch?"
"Haha. You're not a eunuch."
The doctor smiled at me as if the word itself amused her.
Funny? You think this is a funny situation? Just because you're sexy doesn't mean everything is a joke.
The deep valley of her cleavage, framed by the white shirt, drew my eyes even more. Sitting at an angle beside me as she conducted the consultation, her black skirt and the flesh-colored stockings beneath it kept snagging my gaze.
Under normal circumstances the mere sight of that sexy figure would have sent blood surging downward. Right now my little guy gave no response at all. Her body, dripping with sex appeal, was nothing more than eye candy to me.
"Have you... ever managed to get an erection through masturbation, separate from relations with your wife?"
"I've tried, but... it still won't move."
"Mm... since this is clearly psychogenic, it should improve if you simply give it enough time. Forcing things right now would only make it worse."
She spoke gently, almost as if she were trying to plant a seed of hope in me.
"I understand..."
Having gained nothing useful, I rose dejectedly and started for the door.
"Ah—just a moment."
The doctor called me back as I trudged toward the exit.
"How is your wife doing, by the way?"
"Pardon?"
"I was wondering whether she's dissatisfied with your sex life."
Something slammed into the back of my skull.
She was right. Until now I had thought only of my own illness. All I had wanted was to escape the nightmare of suddenly becoming a eunuch after that accident.
"Mm... I hesitate to say this, but... your wife is probably suffering just as much as you are."
"I understand that completely. She must be going through hell too."
"Yes. Abruptly stopping a sexual relationship that had been maintained regularly causes a serious sense of loss."
"A sense of loss?"
"Of course. Being unable to have sex is more than enough grounds for divorce."
"Grounds for divorce..."
The phrase grated on me, yet I had no argument against it. My wife was a woman on the cusp of thirty.
At an age when her body was at its absolute peak, going half a year without a single proper fuck had to be enormous stress for her.
I had thought only of my own misery and never once considered hers. Every time she tried to revive my dead cock, the disappointment that flickered across her face came flooding back to me.
"What should I do, then...?"
"I think it would be good if you had a frank conversation with your wife. And if you need it, come in together for counseling."
She was pointing out things I had never even considered.
"Honey, you're home?"
When I returned, my lovely wife Seung-yeon greeted me with a bright smile.
She's suffering just as much as I am...
She was the woman who managed our difficult household on the single salary of a husband stuck at a shitty little company. Even when her friends bragged about buying houses and cars, she had never once compared me to them or shown the slightest resentment.
And now her husband had become a eunuch on top of everything else. She might not say it out loud, but her insides had to be burning black.
"Yeah... still no real improvement..."
"It's okay. These things happen. Go wash up quickly. Dinner's ready."
Her warm words sank deep into my chest.
In the middle of a pain no one else knew, she alone understood me.
Yeah... for her sake I'll do anything.
With the dinner she had prepared I brought out a bottle of aged wine. I wanted a more relaxed atmosphere for the conversation. Following the doctor's advice, I tried to open a real dialogue with her.
"Hey, so..."
"Hmm?"
"Aren't you having a hard time?"
After a few glasses her ears had flushed red; only then did I carefully broach the subject.
"Hard time with what?"
"You know... mine doesn't work properly..."
I pointed discreetly toward my crotch.
"Come on~ what's so hard about that?"
"Be honest with me... don't you want to do it?"
"Well... of course I want to."
She mumbled the words. The desire she had been suppressing for my sake was finally starting to show its face.
"Really... you don't want to?"
"I do want to..."
Her voice trembled slightly.
Even among ordinary women she had always been on the demure side. Back when we were dating, countless men had pursued her.
A woman with that refined, beautiful face was never going to be left alone; it was only natural.
Yet every time she raised an iron wall and shut them out. To me that restraint had always looked pure and trustworthy.
"You want to?"
"Yes..."
But the woman in front of me now was different. After several years of marriage she stood somewhere between virgin and ajumma.
In her late twenties her beauty was only growing more radiant. That superb body of hers was the product of relentless home workouts and strict diet control—harsh self-management made flesh.
"I'm sorry..."
I hated myself for being unable to give a woman like her even a single fuck. All I could offer her was apology.
"There you go apologizing again. We said we wouldn't do that."
"I'm fine, so... why don't you take care of it yourself?"
I made the suggestion carefully. No matter how demure she was, she was already a married woman who had tasted a man. Letting her release her sexual tension regularly would actually be better for both of us.
"I already tried by myself..."
"Really?"
"Yes..."
The shock hit hard. I pictured her spreading those white thighs and rubbing her sex. A rush of excitement flooded me—of course my cock still refused to rise.
"How was it?"
"Mm... it wasn't as good as doing it with you..."
She spoke with difficulty, clearly embarrassed.
"Have you... ever thought about someone else?"
"What?"
"I mean, have you ever fantasized about doing it with someone other than me."
"Come on... how could I..."
The alcohol made her face flush even redder.
Watching her shy reaction sent a strangely perverse thrill through me. Some twisted fetish I had never known was waking up inside me.
"A celebrity you like, or... that PT trainer who manages your body is pretty sexy too, right?"
"Ahn... don't say things like that..."
A soft nasal moan slipped from her lips. I knew instinctively she was getting a little turned on. Seeing that flushed face only made more indecent thoughts bloom.
While the mood lasted I led her into the bedroom. Lying down beside her, I began probing her true feelings in earnest.
"Why are you doing this..."
"Honey. I have a request."
"What?"
"Do it by yourself... for me."
"What did you say?"
"It might help with the treatment, you know."
"But... it's embarrassing..."
Her face, already flushed, filled completely with shame.
"I want to watch you do it..."
"Hnn... I can't..."
"Please..."
I looked into her eyes, practically begging.
"Just this once..."
She answered in a trembling voice. She had never been able to refuse a request from me; this time was no different.
"Hurry..."
Slowly she spread the plump, meaty thighs that extended beneath her home dress. Between those white thighs her delicate fingers began to push their way in.
"Hnn..."
The moment she pressed her hand over her panties and started rubbing, a hot moan spilled from her lips.
If it would quiet her sexual hunger, I was prepared to crush even my own jealousy for her sake. That was how sincerely I loved her.