The Little Red Pill Ch. 01

"Yeah, that's what I've been thinking since I woke up. I just need to get it out of the way, I think. It's stuck in my head for some reason. We'll just do it once and then we can get back to...well, you know the normal stuff. That ok?"

"Course. But, I'd like a little breakfast too."

She smiled at him and turned around, crawling on top of him as she pushed down his boxers. Her legs swung over his head as she positioned her pussy directly in front of his mouth. The scent of her drove him wild. His hands grabbed hold of her thighs as she enveloped his cock in her mouth and his tongue brushed against her lower lips. Stan began long slow licks, teasing her with interrupting kisses along her inner thighs. Julie wasn't holding back though. He lips stayed firmly wrapped around his cock as her head bobbed up and down. He could feel the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat and still she pressed down, seemingly desiring to bury her nose in his balls. It felt glorious, but Stan couldn't dismiss the fact that Julie had never been this enthusiastic about a blowjob ever before. Too enthusiastic for it to last very long, actually.

He tried to slow her, even attempted to ask her but his words became a guttural moan of pleasure that only spurred her on. Her hips pushed down against his mouth, grinding her sex on his lips as his body started to seize with orgasm. His load erupted into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily, continuing to lick and suck the full length. As the flood of cum subsided, Stan realized that she was rubbing his cock on her face and moaning luridly. Determined to bring her the same pleasure, he renewed his efforts, but she came easily only a few seconds later, shivering as her eyes squeezed out unwanted tears of pleasure.

Stan rolled her off him and turned himself around to lie beside her, drawing her into his arms with several slow, long kisses. "Feel better?" he asked, thinking the question was odd.

Julie sighed. "Yes. Thanks and sorry. I know it's a little weird. Good weird, but still weird. That pill is doing a number on me. You fell asleep right after we changed the sheets, but I stayed up and masturbated. When I did get to sleep, I dreamed of fucking you. Then I woke up and had to masturbate again. It's crazy Stan. I had to masturbate or I would have gone fucking insane, I think. Then a cold shower and I immediately want to suck your dick. It was your cum I think. I got that taste of it last night and I just couldn't stop thinking about it."

He held her in silence for a little while, attempting to keep his fresh erection away from her. Stan didn't know exactly what to do. Julie seemed worried, but not exactly upset. She sounded fascinated more than alarmed, but he didn't want to press the issue. Even so, he could feel a new pressure building in his cock already. If she was having to masturbate three times since they fucked, he thought he might actually explode if he didn't get regular release. The doctor had warned about that too. "You feel better now, though? Back in control of yourself?"

His wife nodded, her head sliding up and down on his shoulder. "I think so."

"Good, then let me take a shower. You get dressed and we'll go down to have some breakfast. Then we can get out in the garden and I'll help with your plants. Doesn't have to be sex constantly. Besides, if one pill did this, the second one might not let us out of the bed all week."

"That wouldn't be terrible," she said, kissing his shoulder.

"No, it wouldn't."