I needed a solution to a medical problem but the prescriptions of our family doctor multiplied my problems. It all began last November. I was feeling generally unwell but I couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong with me. Certainly, I ruled out the possibility of pregnancy. After the birth of my twins five years ago, I had put in place a fool proof family planning measure. I suspected malaria. Hence, I bought some anti malaria drugs from a nearby pharmacy and still, my health remained in limbo. After four weeks of foot dragging, I visited our family clinic – _Medimakins_in Benin City and Dr. Charles carried out some tests. There was nothing medically wrong with me.
Then, Dr. Charles looked straight into my eyes “Madam, when last did you have sex? ” he asked, fiddling with his stethoscope.
I hesitated for a while, trying to remember my last sexual encounter with my husband. “I have not had sex in six months or even more” I said shyly. He asked if my husband was out of the country and I said “No, but he hardly sleeps with me. He is too busy”
Dr. Charles told me to go home and have sex. Nothing is wrong with you ma. “
I thanked him and left. When my husband returned at night I briefed him. He dismissed the report as speculative, lacking empirical evidence. He got angry and stormed out of the room. My husband actually believed that I cooked up the story to make him have sex with me.
I had to call Dr. Charles the following day. He promised to invite my husband and I for counselling. He did. It was an interesting session. My husband told him that he was trying his best. Dr. Charles was unsparing. He told him that money, cars and all the comfort can not replace sex with your wife” He promised to make amends.
Of a fact, he did. We had sex that night and he had another round a week later. Gradually, it became once in a month, once in two months and, eventually, we were back to no sex in months. When I complained, my husband called my bluff. I told Dr Charles again. This time, he invited me over and told me, in clear terms, that he was not ready to talk to my husband any longer.
Frustration was written all over me. He noticed. At once, he stood up from the consultant chair and crossed to my side, held my hands and whispered to my ears: “Don’t worry, you will be fine” His tender touch and soothing words left me quivering. My nipples stood stiff and my pussy pulsated. Tears glistened in my eyes as he hugged and patted my back. I felt the rustling of his erect dick right on my thighs. I was raving mad with sexual urge. I breathed heavily and moaned slightly. Unconsciously, I kissed him, foraged into his trousers and took hold of his tumid manhood. He broke loose from me suddenly: “Not here, ma’am” he said, panting. I shrank into the chair, nervous and grappling with my quivering thighs. Dr Charles paced up and down. Finally, he said: “Let us go” I followed him without asking question. He drove me to a Guest House in GRA in Benin. Apparently, he made the hotel booking before we left the hospital. He just picked the key from the reception and went inside.
No time wasted. We helped each other undress. I was wet. He was hard and dripping. We had two rounds of sex.
The Guest House has now become our love zone. We meet there, at least, twice a week. Initially, my husband commended my maturity for not complaining again. Later, he became suspicious especially with the way I have been protecting my phone lately. Secondly, I no longer have feelings for my husband. Occasionally, when he asks for sex, I give in grudgingly and do it absentmindedly. In fact, he angrily pulled out of my pussy one night, citing apathy on my part. “I think your mind is not here” he spluttered. Afterwards, he avoided me for almost one month, barely acknowledging greetings or salutations. I’m now getting scared. I need to stop seeing Dr Charles.
Recently, I called him and informed him that I was backing off to save my marriage from disintegration.
He asked me to join him in the Guest House in the evening so that we could discuss my decision. I went. But instead of discussion, we had sex again.
I need to break this erotic ties with Dr Charles or else, my marriage will be in jeopardy.
