Hainan Island. We flew here in the New Year holidays. We are my husband, Mikhail, and our friends Alina and Victor. Settled in a cheap hotel "Cactus", the same stupid as its name.

Talked to one woman. She recommended a Chinese doctor who has a small clinic on the island. The doctor’s name is Li, a rare name, and his clinic specializes in acupuncture and massage. Gave me a small avenue of this clinic. According to him, our guide and found this clinic. And the next morning we were driving in a minibus on the smooth and wide Chinese autobahn.

"Clinic" - it certainly sounds loud. This is such a beautiful and cozy courtyard with a garden adjacent to the mountainside. And the mountains on Hainan is a separate song. The garden is quite ordinary: breadfruit, mango, bananas. Just kidding. This is normal for the locals. Next to the garden is awkward, in Chinese a completely uncomfortable small two-story building.

At the reception, the Chinese girl took us as relatives. The reason, however, is transparent. We brought with us dollars. Greenish crispy bills, which are so fond of the Chinese. Not only the Chinese love them, but only the Chinese love money and dollars in particular. Money for them is the holiest. Higher than the Communist Party, higher than Mao, higher than the father and mother. Paradox, but it is.

The stairs went up to the second floor. Doors are missing here as a class. Instead of doors - translucent curtains. It seems that everyone here has nothing to hide, and the climate, to put it mildly, is warm.

Dr. Lee received us in a small room with a desk, a couch, a wardrobe and a translation girl. This girl invited us to the doctor. For some reason, not one by one, but all at once. Perhaps, it is still not sufficiently accurately expressed in Russian, although it charatoril boldly. In general, we stared at the doctor all herd. First, Alina was hooked up to the doctor.

“Rutsku, Pazalsta, Rutsku Doctor,” sang the translator.

Dr. Li was such a large, tanned Chinese man with an impenetrable face. With three fingers, he took Alina’s wrist and froze. I thought a bit and dumped all Alinkina sores to the surface. It would be unthinkable here: to give out medical secrets to all outsiders. But this is China. There is a lot of unusual. Alina, and we were all just dumbfounded. This doctor didn’t tap out, didn’t listen, didn’t say “Tell AA-AA!”, Didn’t take tests. He just felt the pulse!

- Climb on the knee piece!

Dr. Lee sat down with Alina and began to twist her legs in different directions. Alina oyknula a couple of times.

- Nusna pasmatret cool, groomed! - the translator with a gesture showed that you need to lift up the shirt.

Alina had no choice but to submit. The doctor muttered something displeasurefully in Chinese, and suddenly Alinkiin shifted the bra to her neck with a rough and dexterous movement. We three were taken aback. It's one thing when a doctor examines your chest, and quite another when your chest is examined by all and sundry, including patients waiting in line at the door of Dr. Li.

Alina blushed and looked confused while the doctor thoughtfully crushed her breasts with her hands. I wonder how Victor feels. Victor pretended that he did not notice my gaze, and by all appearance showed that nothing special was happening here. Before I came to my senses, it was suddenly my turn.

With a pulse, the doctor again showed the class. Although I didn’t have any particular illnesses, he did note the unpleasant tendency. The translator invited me to the couch. Then it dawned on me that I blundered. If Alina wore jeans, then I dressed up in a denim skirt. And what should I do now? Run away or what? So silly!..

When the doctor began to lift my legs, I noticed how Victor shifted to the side in order to be able to peek at me under my skirt. I tried not to look at my husband.But the picture was still the same: I lay in front of the Chinese, who throws my feet on his shoulders, pushes them apart, the devil knows what he is doing with them. Then, at the interpreter's command, I was stripped to the waist. Damn, okay, so what now ... Victor was staring at my chest, trying not to miss anything. I noticed that he put one hand in his pocket. Husband was very confused. And I thought that Mikhail had probably just recently been staring at Alina. I rose from the couch in a gloomy mood, although the very fact of my involuntary exhibitionism in front of a crowd of spectators led me noticeably.

When we left the doctor, some red-eyed man caught my eye, winked with a serious look and showed a thumb. I wanted to throw a bag at him, but the Chinese do everything quickly: I was already on the procedure.

Michael:

Everything turned out somehow unexpected. Once - and I no longer believe my eyes, I stare at Alina’s chest. In the presence of his husband and his wife. Unusual sensations. Other unusual sensations washed over when Dr. Li began to paw the half-naked Svetka in the presence of familiar and unfamiliar viewers. Behind my back, Victor distinctly puffed. Squinting my eyes, I saw that he was searching for his pocket. I thought that he was massaging his pleasure center. Victor clearly fapal my wife. However, it cost me some effort not to let the cocoon grow on my pants.

Sveta is afraid of acupuncture. And we went to Victor with one of the offices. More precisely, in one of the torture cabinets.

After a while, we were already lying naked on hard tables, covered with needles from top to toes.

- Damn, what the ... - heard the voice of Victor - Mikhalych, I get up naturally!

I turned my head and it was noticeable that Victor was not lying.

“You need to stare at other wives,” I answered jokingly.

- Yes, where are the other people's wives! It is itself. And he did not stare himself!

- I'm not you, at his staring. You need a needle stuck under the eggs?

- And then!

- And then. Point Hui Bay is called. From prostatitis. You see, very accurately hit.

- You too...

- Yes, this is Dr. Lee knowingly takes dollars. Inconvenient somehow ...

I was lying and thinking that when the assistant came to remove the needles, we would look like two bare pidaras with sticking prichindalami. I was located at the door. But the Chinese do not have doors, but there is only a thin curtain that moves lazily under the wind. Is that a curtain whispering like that? Almost twisting my neck, I turned my head and saw the socks of shoes under the curtain. Svetka shoes. And Alinkin. Okay, our ladies are looking at us in an interesting position. With the thought that Alina is now considering my penis, and my Svetka is Vitkin, my erection has become irresistible. But I could not do anything. My cock for a couple of seconds rose like a devil and just did not burst from the pressure. I heard someone choking with laughter, and someone almost grunts. Then quick hurried steps away.

Almost immediately a Chinese woman came in - an assistant, to take off her needles. Victor managed to close with a rag. And I am a flawed type. I wanted to know the reaction of the Chinese woman to my device. This is not a Chinese fake, girl! This is the original. The modest Chinese woman diligently avoided looking in the direction of the original. Nevertheless, I experienced undisguised pleasure when she, having previously put on a glove, gently raised my scrotum to remove a needle from a Hui Bei point.

***

While we were sitting in the lobby and waiting for the hotel minivan, I listened to Svetkina's impressions of the Chinese therapeutic massage.

- Foot massage, you say? And why pry? I will tell Victor everything about how you, shameless ones, were spying on us. Oh no no no!

Sveta giggled.

- And we did not peek. Just wanted to know if you will be free soon. And then the nurse just came.

- I have more than Victor, right?

- What do you have more than Victor?

- Hui Bay.

- Ugh. Vulgar.

- Well, admit that more!

- More.

- Oh, so you saw, saw. Ugh, you looked at Hui Bay Victor!

- Yeah. I watched. Let's go already, Hui Bay.

Svetlana:

Still, it's good that I put on a skirt. Massage ...