Last 2 versions of yeast-meats-west

I'd been a bit low for the last couple of months given my wife's health problems, most of all her poor management of her blood glucose levels. As a Type-II diabetic she wasn't dependant upon insulin (yet) and, given her dislike for seeing her numbers didn't tend to use her glucometer enough.

This denial of diabetes was something that I couldn't do anything about; it was on her shoulders. She made sure I knew that she felt I was nagging her whenever I tried to show concern about it.

Given her weight gain and her other physical problems (early arthritis and fibromyalgia, for instance) she'd lost most of her enthusiasm for sexual activity along with almost everything else over an extended period.

Additionally, I was living with the scars and landmines placed there by her parents and ex-husband, so she wasn't much of a "hot woman" despite her self-description (like her miming the licking of a fingertip, pressing it to her butt and going "sssss") but, well, we got along.

Her monthly yeast infections didn't help; they tended to cut into opportunities to provide her oral attention in efforts to get her interested and even made my enthusiasm for penetration pale; I'd been blamed for re-infecting her enough times (even when I _didn't_ come close enough to have sex with her) that my right hand had been my only reliable and enthusiastic sexual partner for months.

I had to admit that she did describe herself as "more aroused" just before using one of the meds to kill off the yeast but it still wasn't enough to get her all that hot for me, condom or not; she always looked uncomfortable talking to me about it.

Then she got the yeast infection from hell. This one didn't leave her no matter which treatment she tried and was the one where she _finally_ went to her GYN to have looked at. He took some samples and had her check her blood sugar right there.

Then she got the yeast infection from hell. This one didn't leave her no matter which treatment she tried and was the one where she _finally_ went to her GYN to have it looked at. He took some samples and had her check her blood sugar right there.

I was there. I saw her irritation with being told to check her BG. Some of it may have been her having to dig for the equipment; it seemed that it managed to get to the bottom of her bag.

When her blood popped up with a score over 200 he managed to impress upon her that she needed to deal with that first, and, once her blood glucose was under control, her yeast problems should fade away.

It took a lot of questions to get a straight answer from her that night. She followed it up with our PCP within a week (and getting an appointment that close seemed like a minor miracle) and her glyburide dosage was adjusted.

This time, though, the apparent yeast infection didn't leave her; I could see her fidgeting almost constantly. I don't think our youngest recognized this but our older son (and his wife) once asked me what was wrong with Helen. "Just another yeast infection. Nothing to be concerned by, her blood sugar is finally coming under control so it should clear up soon enough."

Well it didn't. Helen's sexual interest in me had certainly increased but I was still anxious about getting that kind of infection myself since it seemed resistant to all of the available treatments. I did use a condom on those nights when she got desperate and I had to admit that her reaction to sex with me was very different from her previous response.

Yes, sure, she came... hard... but it didn't seem to be much satisfaction for her. I also noticed that her vulva did not have the "cheesy" stuff that a yeast infection would normally show. What really weirded me out, knowing that she had a yeast infection, was that it smelled pretty good to me.

This time, though, the apparent yeast infection didn't leave her; I could see her fidgeting almost constantly. I don't think our youngest recognized this for what it was but her older son Chris (my step-son) and his wife Carol once asked me what was going on with Helen. "Just another yeast infection," I answered, going on with "Nothing for us to be concerned about, her blood sugar is finally coming under control so it should clear up soon enough."

Yes, sure, she came ... hard ... but it didn't seem to be much satisfaction for her. I also noticed that her vulva did not have the "cheesy" stuff that a yeast infection would normally show. What really weirded me out, knowing that she had a yeast infection, was that it smelled pretty good to me.

Smelled good? Well, more than that, really. I spent a lot of time with a woodie every time I got a good whiff of it.

Well, as long as she thought she had a yeast infection I was not likely to go down on her.

Her itchiness also seemed to have some other effects; she was losing weight and moving around a lot more, and, over the next two months, as her drive increased to the level where she was getting more and more insistent that we fuck (another complete change for a woman who had a problem just using the word "sex" in a clinical conversation) and her diabetes medicine had to be lowered as her glucometer kept reading lower numbers. Our doctor was surprised but the A1C tests backed up that her blood glucose was getting under better controls.

I don't know, now, which came first: the weight loss or the lowered blood glucose. All I knew was that she was looking healthier despite her discomfort. She was also moving a lot easier... and needed to. Her symptoms of arthritis and fibro seemed to fade considering how much she tended to move around.

Being that her enthusiasm for sex was something I wouldn't be interested in complaining about, our relationship was actually improving. We were talking more. She was far more comfortable when we'd discuss sex, especially right afterwards. When she started to thank me for my sexual attention to her made me feel like I'd just won a gold medal in the Olympics. I was insufferably pleased at doing good for her.

It was a good three months on from the last change when she changed everything.

I woke up and found myself fully penetrating her feeling the wonderful set of sensations that you don't get when wrapped up in a condom. We'd not been condom-less in over a year. It'd also been a long time since Helen had been physically able to be on top, so my surprise was greater when I found her there, being ridden by a very vocal Helen. She showed me quite a bit of vigor in her pursuit of a climax, too.

Her itchiness also seemed to have some other effects; she was losing weight and moving around a lot more, and, over the next two months, as her drive increased to the level where she was getting more and more insistent that we fuck (another complete change for a woman who had a problem just using the word "sex" in a clinical conversation) her diabetes was coming under better control as her meds had to be lowered. Our doctor was surprised but the A1C tests backed up that her blood glucose was gradually dropping.

The first time she ever thanked me for my sexual attention to her made me feel like I'd just won a gold medal in the Olympics. I was insufferably pleased at doing good for her. I did my best to be rewarded.

Then there was a sudden change, as if a switch had been thrown.

I woke up and found her fully impaled on top of me. I could feel a set of sensations I knew came from not being wrapped in latex. We'd not been condom-less in over a year so this was a major change; she'd feared another pregnancy so greatly and the pill was contraindicated considering all of the risk factors.

So that was quite a surprise.

A bigger surprise was that she was aggressive enough to be on top of me, in the cowgirl position. It'd been a very long time since Helen had been physically able to be on top, so my surprise was greater when I found her there, stroking up and down on me. It was strange and exciting to be ridden by a very active and vocal Helen. She showed me quite a bit of vigor in her pursuit of a climax, too.

I was able to finally be passive as she controlled the pace and depth of our coupling; this was a morning of many new sensations for me. Not only was she on top, not only was she aggressively riding me, not only did she look happy as she did this, but she climaxed more than once and, with her first such climax, sprayed me down with something that did smell good to me. It look like she'd ejaculated on me, one of the things I've read about but despaired of ever seeing. Each of her orgasms seemed to grow in strength and, each time she came down a bit, she rode me even harder.

Because of the new situation it took me longer than usual to reach my own pinnacle. When I did finally fire my load of semen into her body, she came again, hard.

Because of the new situation it took me longer than usual to reach my own pinnacle. When I did finally fired my load of semen into her body, she came again, hard.

Her sudden scream of ecstacy within seconds of me starting to pump my seed deep into her was enough to wake up our pre-teen Courtney... who walked into our bedroom after Helen passed out on top of me. I was able to reach the sheets and pull it over us to minimize the impact on her of seeing evidence of our remaining "together", Helen still panting on my chest as she relaxed, sleepily.

"Mom, I heard you scream something. Dad... is Mom OK?"

I disturbed Helen because Courtney was unlikely to just take _my_ word for it, "Helen, are you all right?"

Helen's face had that sexually sated look I've heard about but so seldom have seen in person as she answered "I am more than all right, dear. I am *very* OK right now. All right, sweetie? Don't worry about Dad and me, OK?"

I disturbed Helen because Courtney was unlikely to just take _my_ word for it, "Helen, sweetheart, Courtney want to know if you are all right?"

Helen's face had that sexually sated look I've heard about but so seldom have seen in real life as she answered "I am more than all right, dear. I am *very* OK right now. All right, sweetie? Don't worry about Dad and me, OK?"

Courtney nodded and left... and I noticed that she was still dressed for sleep in a t-shirt and panties... and it wasn't one of the long t-shirts that I'd have preferred her to wear.

Well, it looked like Courtney was going to physically look more like her mother's side of the family than mine, which I took as a positive sign.

The door closed I finally asked Helen, even with this glow, "What came over you... you've never been this aggressive before. It was wonderful, too, which means you're welcome to do this again. And again..."

The door closed behind her, I finally asked Helen, even with this glow she had, about the morning. "What came over you, hon? You've never been this aggressive before. It was wonderful, too, which means you're welcome to do this again. And again..."

Helen's giggle did strange things to my still mostly erect dick. This did nothing to break the mood as I rubbed and scratched her back. Even the wet spot under my butt (and my wet pubic hair) did not reduce my comfort at this moment.

"Hon, I couldn't stand that itch I was feeling, using one of the condoms doesn't leave me satisfied, even after I come... and this time, dearest, the itch is gone. My cunt feels very good right now... and your cock feels good in me too."

I was shocked. She'd never before would reference an orgasm in any but the most clinical way (or through an obscure euphemism) but she'd *never* used the work cunt, much less cock. Of course her use of those words certainly got my attention, so I rolled this sleepy kitten over and got on top, sliding my dick back to the hilt and then pounding her as hard as possible.

I was shocked. She'd never before would reference an orgasm in any but the most clinical way (or through obscure euphemisms) but she'd *never* used the word cunt, much less cock. Of course her use of those words certainly got my attention, so I rolled this sleepy kitten over and got on top, sliding my dick back to the hilt and then pounding her as hard as possible.

Given my age it was a miracle that I'd remained at attention as I had. Given my age, though, there was no way this would be a quickie for me; we'd be fucking for quite a while as my body did it's best to gather up another load of semen for my wife.

Like I said, it wasn't a quickie for me. It was, for her, like seven quickies before we lost count; she was in no shape to keep score. Whatever had made the change, my wife had gone from almost non-orgasmic (without hours spent in cunnilingus and finger work) to extremely multi-orgasmic.

And, despite the wear and tear on me, it was something I _enjoyed_. I'd never really known how good it could feel for me to know, unmistakably, that I could please my wife.

There *is* something to the flush you get from feeling adequate.

There *is* something to the flush you get from feeling adequate. I sure wasn't going to complain!

Her audible feedback did wonders for me and had to have shortened my recovery time; this second time in the morning I fired a load into her it felt like another large donation.

I felt good.

We rolled to our sides, gasping, squeezing each other, even sharing kisses between our gasps and pants, trying to avoid coming apart, and discovered we'd had a witness.

Courtney was back.

And she'd watched her mother and I like this.

I was worried because Helen had always been very repressed about sex, it had always been "too dirty" to discuss or even to give an explanation to Colin, so I figured that Helen was going to traumatize Courtney about sex... which I'd be hard put to figure out how to undo so she could have a "normal" sex life when she grew up.

Helen, meanwhile, was at least as sated as I was, wrapped in my arms, coming down from a high that, to the best of my knowledge, she'd never before experienced. We were also completely uncovered so there was no hiding what we'd done, our time in the saddle kept us from knowing our daughter had come in.

I knew she was here now and hoped she'd quietly leave before her mother would know she'd witnessed our sexual congress.

That was not to be.

"Mom, Dad, was that what sex is? Is it really _that_ good? Mom, you sounded happy, are you?"

The look of panic fought with Helen's glow of satisfaction and I saw something I'd never seen before: she regained her content look and, with her eyes on mine, addressed her words for our daughter: "Courtney, sweetheart, your mom and dad love each other... and this is part of that, part of being married. My husband, your father, loves me and wants me to feel good... which I do. But this is really private for us and you really shouldn't have watched us... but I'm not mad at you for it. We'll talk about this later. I want to stay here for a bit and cuddle with my husband. You want to make breakfast?"

"Mom, Dad, is that sex? Is it really _that_ good? Mom, you sounded happy, are you really?"

I could see Courtney's face, I think she was pole-axed with her mother's attitude since I know every questions she'd previously asked about sex had been deflected, sometimes forcefully. At the mention of breakfast, and the opportunity for her to make it, I could see my daughter's face light up at the opportunity to show how bright she was. "OK, mom, dad, I'll make waffles, OK?"

Yes, it was OK. On a Sunday morning it was more than just *OK*. Our daughter bounced out of the room just as my penis dropped out of Helen and I cracked her up: "I think I'll be washing the sheets today."

She nodded, we cuddled some more and talked and she broke a lot of my expectations of her behavior-- she actually talked to me about how she felt and how that deep itch she'd been plagued by faded with my first delivery and disappeared with my second. This was obviously not your garden variety yeast infection given that the irritation had faded so quickly. And, even with her finally opening up to talk to me, this was the most open she'd ever been.

It turned into a nice day, Courtney showing that she knew how to follow a recipe very well, then we all cleaned up and went for a ride to the beach.

She nodded, we cuddled some more and talked and she broke a lot of my expectations of her behavior-- she actually talked to me about how she felt and how that deep itch she'd been plagued with had faded with my first delivery and then disappeared with my second. This was obviously not your garden variety yeast infection given that the irritation had faded so quickly. This was the most open she'd ever been in talking with me.

It turned into a nice day, Courtney showing us that she could follow a recipe very well, then we all cleaned up and went for a ride to the beach.

I'd gotten used to how Helen looked but seeing her dressed for the beach impressed me. It also impressed a bunch of guys that walked past us since they scanned her closely, even the boys for whom Helen was old enough to be a mother. Later on Helen mentioned how some of the girls were looking at me which seemed ludicrous.

Before going to sleep that night Helen let me know that she'd had a very nice day and it was easy to fade out for the night. I slept well, it seemed like a short night between going to bed and waking up again with my wife on top of me, trying to fuck my brains out.

And I think she was succeeding.

I don't recall doing it two days in a row even when we first married. One thought came to me unbidden: I could get to like this.

She proved to me she was still multi-orgasmic and we flipped into doggie position as soon as she was too blown away to keep going, so I was on my knees slamming into her, as our daughter walked in to watch.

I didn't recall doing it two days in a row even when we first married. One thought came to me unbidden: I could get to like this.

She proved to me that her new-found multi-orgasmic nature hadn't left yet before we shuffled around into the "doggie" position once she'd worn herself out riding me. Once I was in a position to slam myself into her I could not resist the drive and, grabbing her by the hips, did my level best to pound my member as deep into her as possible.

We were being watched again. Courtney walked in to watch us as I did my best to penetrate my wife's cervix.

I stopped, Helen looked around, saw Courtney, and told me "Jack, get back to it, don't stop now, I'm enjoying this!"

My erection had started to wilt but it snapped to attention while still deep inside my wife almost instantly, so I again concentrated on my wife, stroking into her, feeling her vagina spasm around me as she squeaked through another one of her orgasms and, after three more of her squeaky climaxes I gave her the load I'd been making since the previous morning.

There must be something different about getting my semen sprayed all over her insides, all of her previous orgasms had seemed like nothing in comparison, her whole body shook.

There must be something different about getting my semen sprayed all over her insides, all of her previous orgasms suddenly seemed like nothing in comparison to this final one as her whole body shook and shuddered before falling to the bed with me on top of her.

We were soon resting on our sides spooning, my softening member still hidden in her warm and welcoming sleeve, facing our daughter, who sat on the edge of the bed and faced us.

"That was really cool, and... mom, what's wrong with me, I'm all wet."

Well, I'd found Helen's response being discovered unusual and I'd been there when Helen explained sex to our daughter the day before, but her next action blew me away.

"That was really cool, and ... mom, what's wrong with me, I'm all wet down, uh, there."

Well, I'd found Helen's first response on being discovered by our daughter unusually relaxed and then I'd been there when Helen explained sexuality to our daughter the day before. Her next action blew me away.

"Sweetie, there is nothing wrong with you." Helen opened her legs, exposing my still lodged penis and balls along with her very wet muff. "Making slippery wetness is normal for a girl. Reach into your panties and touch it."

Courtney did so and I saw the wet spot on her cotton undies.

I was unable to physically respond for two reasons: my wife had emptied me and this was my daughter who I worried about.

So I lay there, a sexually sated and drained witness, as my wife taught her daughter how to masturbate. Courtney hadn't discovered herself yet, but, that Monday morning... she did.

In hindsight I think that Courtney made the mistake by putting a finger into our wet spot, smelling it, then using it to touch herself.

As a father I had mixed feeling hearing my twelve year old daughter reach a climax on her own fingers. There was pride that she was comfortable, there was anxiety that she'd get _too_ interested in sex and so "fuck around" and even a little bit of jealousy for whatever boy she would choose to be her first.

At least Courtney had always had a good head on her shoulders. After our daughter cried out her climax Helen talked to her about "appropriate" times and places for solo activities like that. She wrapped it up with "You know, we are not supposed to expose you to our sex life; CFS would think it perverse if their social workers saw us now and how we're exposed to you.

Courtney has always had a facile mind, which has not always been convenient for us, but this morning I felt a surge of pride for her intelligence when she told us "But I snuck in just so *I* could watch. It wasn't like you invited me, you know. But this isn't something I want to share with any of my friends or teachers, this is too cool to know myself."

Courtney did so and I saw the wet spot more clearly on her cotton undies.

I was unable to physically respond for two reasons: my wife had emptied me and this was my daughter who I worried about. While sexuality is usually a turn-on, the idea that this was my pre-teen daughter kept it from being more than a clinical event for me. I was interested because Helen was finally willing to talk to her about sex but at the same time turned off by the idea of my daughter learning about it too soon.

So I lay there, a sexually sated and drained witness, as my wife taught her daughter how to masturbate. Courtney had apparently not discovered herself yet, but, that Monday morning she was guided by her own mother in self-pleasuring.

As a father I had mixed feeling hearing my twelve year old daughter reach a climax on her own fingers but I suspect now I'd have been more upset if she'd reached the same pinnacle with male help. There was a thread of pride that my little girl was comfortable enough with herself to be able to reach orgasm but this was mixed with anxiety that she'd get _too_ interested in sex and so "fuck around".

And, yes, I'm man enough that there was some sense of envy for whatever boy she would choose to be her first.

I didn't know if that argument would fly but it certainly did not hurt.

It was a Monday morning and it was a good thing Helen had started this activity well before the alarm went off. In a show of being completely different Helen got out of bed still quite naked, turned to me as Courtney looked over my body, and suggested we take a shower while Courtney got the cold breakfast makings out. We both got our hints and I joined my wife in the shower.

Showers with Helen haven't always been much fun; I'd get to wash down her body and then she'd leave so I could wash myself. On Sunday she'd lingered and watched me wash for the first time in years but this time she soaped and washed me down after I'd taken care of her, something I couldn't recall happening since we were newlyweds. We kissed a bit, another recent change, after we rinsed and we told Courtney that she could now shower. We dressed for our jobs and went out to the kitchen for breakfast.

Courtney had put water on to boil for me so I could have my tea and the coffee maker had finished it's dripping into the coffee pot for Helen's coffee. I made sure there was enough hot water for Courtney's own tea.

Despite the activity it was still early enough that we could talk and Helen asked Courtney something unexpected: "So, how did you feel from rubbing your fingers on your clit and vulva?"

It was a Monday morning and it was a good thing Helen had started this activity well before the alarm went off. In a show of being a completely different Helen than the one I'd been married to for over a decade, she got out of bed still naked, turned to me as Courtney looked over my body, and suggested we take a shower while Courtney got the cold breakfast makings out. We both got our hints and I joined my wife in the shower, Courtney first getting a kiss on the forehead from both of us.

Showers with Helen haven't always been much fun; I'd get to wash down her body and then she'd leave so I could wash and even empty myself. On Sunday she'd lingered and watched me wash for the first time in years but this time she soaped and washed me down after I'd taken care of her, something I couldn't recall happening even since we met. We kissed a bit, another recent change, after we rinsed and we told Courtney that she could now shower. We dressed for our jobs and went into the kitchen for breakfast.

Courtney's arrival as a little girl getting ready for school was the onset of normalcy I needed at that moment. This sense of normalcy eventually lost connection with reality when Helen asked Courtney something unexpected: "So, how did you feel from rubbing your fingers on your clit and vulva?"

This was strange, Courtney's face got dreamy as she answered her mother: "Fantastic. I can almost still feel it. I've never felt so good from something before in my life."

Helen's encouraging reply of "Good, good, that's what it's supposed to be like" took me by surprised but Courtney's look of pleasure was the look of someone getting approval in multiton lots. Then Helen tempered it with "Hon, just remember that it's considered a very private thing. Sex is not something you deal with in front of everybody."

Helen's encouraging reply of "Good, good, that's what it's supposed to be like" took me by surprised but Courtney's look of pleasure was amplified by the sensation of approval in multiton lots. Then Helen tempered it with "Hon, just remember that it's considered a very private thing. Sex is not something you deal with in front of everybody."

Courtney nodded her understanding, adding "Sure, I'd like to do it a lot, but OK, mom, I know it's not something I should boast about."

Once our daughter went off for the bus Helen and I went to our jobs.

Now I'm a Unix systems and network administrator. We have *no* sex appeal. None whatsoever. We're the kind of people who have no magnetic personalities so we can be trusted with backup media since it'd be hard to erase a tape just by walking around with it. I've joked that my own magnetism, what there was of it, was set to repel.

This was a different Monday. At lunch, Debbie, known to me to be a lesbian, invited me out for lunch ... but instead of a local pizzeria I ended up on my back under her at her apartment. I'd thought, given her sexual orientation, that there'd be no "funny stuff" which would have affected Helen.

Debbie fucked my brains out. Her orgasm was long in coming but she did join me in ecstacy. Our post-coital bliss was very pleasant with me rubbing and scratching her back, just as I would Helen... and it was worrying about Helen's reaction to this that the last vestiges of my erection went to nothing.

When I asked Debbie 'why' she told me she didn't know. "All I could think of this morning after you got in was how I could fuck you. Now I'm wondering about what I was thinking. As much as you're worried about your wife I'm worried about how Beth will react... and she's due in from class right now."

Speak of the devil, a tall blond woman walked into the apartment, finding me, a man, under her room-mate.

Now Debbie is black and very pretty by my standards. Beth was a Valkyrie, an Amazon. She did not look pleased at us.

I apologized even though it was me _under_ Debbie. I was watching Beth closely because I didn't want her to beat me up so I saw the weirdest change: her facial expression softened and her eyes seemed to change... when she came closer I could see why. Her pupils were enlarged and she was having problems looking away from me. Seeing her rub her legs together and rotate her hips told me she was very hot but when she peeled Debbie off of me and then reached under her skirt to pull off her panties I learned something new that I'd not noticed when Debbie had undressed herself: her panties we saturated and I could smell them from here.

I was again at full mast despite my sudden exposure (no longer covered by Debbie) but that was dealt with by finding myself hidden by this woman who rode me hard.

Both of these women were so different from Helen's recent state but, when Beth and I were done, I learned that they'd both enjoyed the ride.

A quick shower with Debbie, Beth looking on wistfully, and we headed back to work. We stopped for burgers at a drive through and were not so late that people had noticed that we'd spent slightly more than an hour at lunch.

Now I'm a Unix systems and network administrator. We have *no* sex appeal. None whatsoever. We're the kind of people who have zero animal magnetism. We can be trusted with backup tapes since it'd be hard for people like me to erase a tape just by walking around with it.

I get along with my co-workers well enough but I am never near the center of attention much less _being_ the center of anyone's attention.

This was a different Monday. At lunch, Debbie, the office's one acknowledged lesbian, invited me out for lunch. Knowing her preferences this seemed safe even though it was just the two of us. Instead of a local pizzeria or fast-food emporium, however... I found myself flat on my back under her on the living room carpet at her apartment.

WTF?

Yes, techies _do_ tend to think in acronyms. WTF, by the way, is often pronounced "Huh?!?!"

Given Debbie's announced sexual orientation and past events that reiterated her disintered in convex partners (like me) I'd had confidence that there'd be no "funny stuff" between us that could affect my marriage to Helen.

Out of the blue, completely surprised, I was able to lay back and enjoy the experience of Debbie fucking my brains out. Unlike this morning's Helen, Debbie's orgasm was long in coming but she did catch up with me for the trip into our final ecstacy.

The main event over, our post-coital bliss was very pleasant with me rubbing and scratching her back, just as I would Helen... and it was while worrying about Helen's reaction to this situation that the last vestiges of my erection went to nothing.

When I asked Debbie 'why' she told me she didn't know. "All I could think of all morning after you got in was how I could fuck you. Now I'm wondering about what I was thinking. As much as you're worried about your wife I'm worried about how Beth will react... and she's due in from class right about now."

Just like speaking of the devil, a tall, statuesque blond woman walked into the apartment, finding me, a man, under her room-mate.

Now Debbie is black and very pretty by my standards. Beth was a Valkyrie, an Amazon. She did not look pleased to find us in such a compromising position.

I apologized even though it was me still _under_ Debbie. I was watching Beth closely because I didn't want her to beat me up so I saw the weirdest change: her facial expression softened and her eyes seemed to change... when she came closer I could see why. Her pupils were enlarged and she was having problems looking away from me. Seeing her rub her legs together and rotate her hips told me she was very turned on but when she peeled Debbie off of me and then reached under her skirt to pull off her panties I learned something new that I'd not noticed when Debbie had undressed herself: her panties we saturated and I could smell them from here.

Now I was expecting her to jump Debbie in an attempt to take back her lover so I figured I'd get to watch the two women going at each other and be left out.

I was again at full mast despite my sudden exposure (no longer covered by Debbie) but that was dealt with by finding myself hidden inside the new arrival.

WTF?

Debbie didn't seem surprised as her S.O. showed even more athleticism in riding me. Since I wasn't as primed for a short ride Beth managed to reach a climax twice, the second time she joined me as I sprayed down her insides.

Both of these women were so different from Helen's recent multi-orgasmic state but, when Beth and I were done, I learned that they'd both enjoyed the ride despite my gender.

In order to return to the office Debbie and I took a quick shower with a wistful looking Beth watching us. As we drove back to work, we stopped for burgers at a drive through and were not so late that people showed any suspicions.

I'd also warned her about Helen's "odd" yeast infection in the car so she told me she'd watch out for it.

How was I to know it was already too late?

Two other women, both married, each tried to corner me in the server room. Only when they worked together did they succeed at their goal and, after 5PM, found myself being fucked by two seemingly frantic women, one after another.

Afterwards, once we'd cooled down, they couldn't explain their sudden insatiable hunger. Both Chris and Lori did seem rather comfortable with this situation despite their infidelity... and my own.

Afterwards, once we'd cooled down, they couldn't explain their sudden insatiable hunger. Both Christine and Lori did seem rather comfortable with this situation despite their infidelity ... and my own.

I was worried about this affecting our working relationship as well and expressed this while we were still dressing to leave and both women told me not to worry. "Treat it like casual sex, Jack. Each of us needed it suddenly, each of us got it. No problem, OK?" Lori explained, with Christine nodding agreement.

I still managed to get home ahead of Helen and took a quick shower to get the smell of sex off of me when Helen climbed into the shower with me and held me close.

I had to tell her... "Honey, I got jumped today. I couldn't believe their desperation... and neither could they. What's happened to me?"

She pulled back and looked at me, her eyes looking sad, as she answered, "Sweetheart, my boss... and his boss... and five other guys I work with... fucked me, one after the other. It felt good even though I wasn't real itchy inside so it wasn't as good as this morning. And... I didn't mind it so much!"

We clung to each other in the warm spray, each of us hoping to feel clean again, not knowing about the small part we'd played in a far larger situation.

We didn't have much choice but to forgive each other but Helen did worry about pregnancy, even though she'd gotten past her ovulation time two days before (which meant she was likely to already be pregnant by me).

Courtney didn't show any sign of discomfort but I could tell she was taking breaks to go to her room and her squeaks were not muffled well enough by the poor soundproofing. I figured that now she'd learned about masturbation she was trying to get her fill.

Tuesday started out like Sunday and Monday had, but instead of waking me up by riding me, she woke me up and had me slam her doggie style again. Again we had a watcher who stood there with a hand in her panties following the action as her mother came again and again before I fired. Helen's spasms were deep and Courtney's own response wasn't much different.

I was wondering what was going on; over breakfast we did discuss her sex drive openly, another big change in Helen. I also learned that she woke up with an itch deep within her vagina and only my semen seemed to do anything for it. She also remarked that her orgasms seemed to be good during the session but *great* whenever I came into her.

We clung to each other in the warm spray, our tears mixing with the flow of water, each of us hoping to feel clean again. We never once thought about the small part we'd played in a far larger situation.

We didn't have much choice but to forgive each other. Helen worried about pregnancy, which caused me a pang, but she did remember feeling the flash of pain from ovulation Friday night.

If she _had_ conceived it was most likely mine. Granted, the idea of Helen becoming pregnant again had me flashing back to how strongly she'd feared it.

That evening Courtney didn't show any signs of discomfort with us but I could tell she was taking breaks to go to her room. Unfortunately for us her squeaks were inadequately muffled by poor soundproofing. I figured that now she'd learned about masturbation she was trying to get her fill.

I think now that Helen was driven to have sex with me that night because she needed the reassurance that I still loved her despite her infidelity.

It's not like I didn't need the reassurance that she still loved me, too, but my world was shocked when she told me about an event that pre-dated her last great "yeast infection".

I was not happy learning that she'd mindlessly pursued and fucked a man who was visiting company's office from another city. She'd put it out of her mind as if it were a dream (or perhaps a nightmare). She confessed to me...

Holding a crying woman like that is an opportunity to feel like more of a man than one usually gets. The woodie that I used on her for a second time that night was, at the time, a way to let her know I still loved her. We soon faded into sleep.

Tuesday started out like Sunday and Monday had, but instead of waking me up by riding me, she woke me up and had me slam her doggie style again. Again we had a watcher who stood there with a hand in her panties following the action as her mother came again and again before I could. Helen's spasms were deep and Courtney, even though only in early puberty, had vocal responses that wasn't much different despite only using her own hand.

I was wondering what was going on; over breakfast we did discuss her sex drive openly, another big change in Helen. I also learned that she woke up with an itch deep within her vagina and only semen seemed to do anything for it. She also remarked that her orgasms seemed to be good during the session but *great* whenever I came into her.

Courtney was observing us like a hawk but said nothing. We all went our separate ways to school and work, Helen and I agreeing that until we knew what was going on we'd have to be more relaxed and avoid jealousy.

On the way to work I got a call from Debbie telling me to stop at her apartment; while unusual this whole set of situations got my "curiousity" engaged. Arriving at the apartment Debbie and Beth shared I ended up pulled in, stripped quickly, laid down on the floor and mounted. Both took turns banging my brains out; they both showed quite a bit of relief. We talked this over as we all showered together this time before Debbie and I headed for work and I told them about what Helen had related to me.

On the way to work I got a call from Debbie asking me to stop at her apartment; while unusual this whole set of situations got my "curiousity" engaged. Arriving at the apartment Debbie and Beth shared I ended up pulled in, stripped quickly, laid down on the floor and mounted. Both took turns banging my brains out; they both showed quite a bit of relief. We talked this over as we all showered together this time before Debbie and I headed for work and I told them about what Helen had related to me.

The look of recognition on both their faces was startling.

Today, though, Chris and Lori looked more comfortable and I noticed some of the other guys seem to sniff the air after they'd walked by... and I realized that what happened to Helen wasn't all that unusual. I did not notice any real change in smell, but it was funny to see 20something guys drool after Chris and Lori... who were both in their forties, like me.

Heck, some of the guys were even drooling over Debbie who was actually fairly big despite being only 36. I really half expected to see her undergo a gang bang.

Other women in the building looked me over when I walked by in a way that surprised me; one older woman, in her 60s, cornered me in an executive's office over lunch hour and all five of the executive secretaries jumped me. (It was a good thing the bosses were all out of town for a conference.)

This day at work, though, Chris and Lori looked far more comfortable and I noticed some of the other guys seem to sniff the air after they'd walked by... and I realized that what happened to Helen wasn't all that unusual. I did not notice any real change in smell, but it was funny to see 20something guys drool after Chris and Lori... who were both well into their forties, just short of the 50s, like me. Christine let me know that she'd ridden her husband hard the night before and that sex felt so much better. She didn't indicate she had any interest in a re-match with me.

Heck, some of the guys were even drooling over Debbie who was actually fairly old despite being only 36. I really half expected to see her undergo a gang bang. I compared notes with her and discovered that she was attracted to the men in the office... more so than me just then.

Other women in the building looked me over when I walked by in a way that surprised me; one older woman, in her 60s, cornered me in an executive conference room over lunch hour and all five of the executive secretaries rode me there. (It was a good thing the bosses were all out of town for a conference.)

As before none of the women could explain why they pursued me even though they were all fairly content afterwards.

I was unable to explain, even to myself, how I was able to please all five of these women.

The trees kept me from seeing the forest until late Tuesday afternoon when my curiousity was piqued and I started googling about the yeast infection. It took fifteen tries with different search terms before I found what almost had my hair stand up.

This was spreading in spots like wildfire. We weren't the first to get it, and, with the reticence of a government under the influence of the religious right (or, being more accurate, the "religious wrong"), the details were not well documented. Apparently even the CDC was being kept from addressing it since it was a "sexually related" disease.

Whatever this bug was, the "unofficial" news sites were most willing to reveal details; for one thing, it intensified the pleasure of penetrative sex for women-- one commenting that it felt like her G-spot was the size of a walnut-- which, when added to the fact that it made a strong attractant "smell" (I suspected pheromones) would lure more people to be infected.

By the time I had printed out and made copies of the article for the women I'd already been physical with, the discipline of the office was well below most levels of decorum. As near as I could tell those who were already infected weren't as sensitive to the "cum and get infected" pheromones so we had most of our minds; by now all of the women in the office were infected and the remaining uninfected population of men were obviously being infected.

This was spreading in spots like wildfire. We weren't the first to get it, and, with the reticence of a government under the influence of the religious right (or, being more accurate given this whole situation, the "religious wrong"), the details of this sexually transmitted syndrome were not openly well documented. Apparently even the CDC was being kept from addressing it since it was a "sexually related" disease.

As usual, it seemed that politics was intruding into places it didn't belong.

I managed to dig through some of the diaries and kept copies of any useful entries I saw along with an amazing set of web bookmarks.

Whatever this bug was, the "unofficial" news sites were the ones most willing to reveal details. This syndrome, first and foremost, intensified the pleasure of penetrative sex for women -- one comment that it felt like her G-spot was the size of a walnut was interesting to me -- which, when added to the fact that it made a strong attractant "smell" (being attributed to pheromones) would lure more people to be infected.

By the time I had printed out and made copies of the articles for the women I'd already been physical with, the discipline of the office was well below most levels of decorum though it didn't seem to impact efficiency. As near as I could tell those who were already infected weren't as sensitive to the "cum and get infected" pheromones so we had most of our minds; by now all of the women in the office were infected and the remaining uninfected population of men were obviously getting theirs.

It was strange that this had only limited pockets at first but it was spreading quickly.

And I was part of the problem. I'd been a vector. This was not a pleasant situation for me since there was a certain level of guilt implicit in all of this.

And I was part of the problem. I'd been a vector.

This situation was not reassuring given the guilt that I'd feel for spreading it. I'd passed it to Debbie and then Beth so quickly and easily even before Lori and Christine...

It was funny how, as a man, this didn't have me going out of my mind with sexual need (the way it hit the women) and, as an infected male, wasn't as sensitive to the aroma of the infected women.

And I thought about my wife. She'd apparently had this kind of infection for some time yet it hadn't "blossomed" until we had unprotected sex.

Uh-Oh. Perhaps that was the catalyst?

Diving back onto the internet to do research and then to UseNet where one group was discussing this "sex bug" I added a question about it acting like a yeast infection and being more-or-less dormant until parties had unprotected sex. I also related my thoughts, giving some dates.

Uh-Oh. Perhaps real semen from an uninfected make was a catalyst? A trigger that made it change phase?

I didn't expect an answer that day, so I did what was needed at work before heading home.

Since Debbie and I had driven in together, we rode back to her house; it was quiet, at first, but then she told me she had sought out quite a few of the men at the office and went at them and been fucked. "You won't believe this, I had sex with fifteen men. I don't know what got me so turned on but it was like I couldn't control myself. At least the itch is gone for now."

"Were you itchy when you hunted them down?"

She nodded. "It wasn't so bad but as soon as I got near one of the guys, the itch would seem to take over. It was very difficult to put up with it, so it seemed to make more sense to be available. I can't believe how turned on some of the guys would get... or how well I could get off."

I sighed. "Deb, it's a bit worse than you realize. This is actually almost an epidemic. I looked it up on the Internet and it's been around for a few months, though only at low levels. I'm infected with whatever this is. You weren't, yesterday. I'm apparently putting out something that works to attract uninfected women, and you, I think, are also exuding pheromones to attract uninfected males, and it makes sure. I got fucked upstairs, you know, and not only did all of them get real hot, so did I. I'm not sure where this is going..."

I sighed. "Deb, it's a bit worse than you realize. This is actually almost an epidemic. I looked it up on the Internet and it's been around for a few months, though only at low levels. I'm infected with whatever this is. You weren't, yesterday morning. I'm apparently putting out something that works to attract uninfected women, and you, I think, are also exuding pheromones to attract uninfected males, and it makes sure. I got fucked upstairs, you know, and not only did all of them get real hot, so did I. I'm not sure where this is going..."

Debbie sighed, a pleasant sound. I was reassured that we were returning to normal when she thanked me for the lift but didn't invite me up.

I picked up Courtney from her brother's house (I was pleased that my son's wife would keep her during the afternoons, but Courtney was helpful with her niece) and got home. Since I had preceded Helen I got started on dinner.

Courtney and I ate at 6:30; Helen hadn't gotten back. She finally made it in after 7:30, dragging herself in, looking, well, pretty thoroughly fucked-out.

At least I got a kiss on my cheek from her.

I picked up Courtney from her brother's house (I was pleased that my son's wife would keep her during the afternoons, but Courtney was helpful with her niece) and brought her home. Since I had preceded Helen I got started on dinner.

I'd been spooked by the way Carol, my daughter-in-law, had looked at me while we waited for Courtney to get her things together. I was reassured that Courtney wasn't responding the same way.

Courtney and I ate at 6:30; Helen hadn't gotten back yet. She finally made it in after 7:30, dragging herself in, looking, well, pretty thoroughly fucked-out.

I'd forgotten what kind of office she worked in. There were a lot more men than women at the engineering firm and it was easy to tell now that she'd been active with quite a few (if not most) of the men.

Well, I understood some of what was going on until she told me "I've got groceries in the car. I'm sorry, I'm in no condition at all to help unload them, I need a very hot bath right now. Okay, sweetheart?"

That wasn't much of a problem and I figured I'd get the full story later.

Courtney and I brought in the groceries from the car and put them away while Helen was taking a bath. We'd just finished when I heard Helen's blood-curdling scream.

Worried about what I'd see when I ran into the master bath, I faced a bald Helen, dripping in the middle of the bathroom floor, one of our towels in her hands, looking at it. I did look and saw that all of her hair, in a huge wet chunk, lay there.

On an impulse I took another towel and brushed it across her mons ... which became just as bald. OK, I was weirded out even though I'd read about this effect but facing the reality like this was far more immediate and discomfiting.

I froze, looking at her naked mons. When I looked up again she was watching me. I then dried her legs and all of her hair on her legs came out, apparently painlessly. The hair in her underarms vanished with a few more swipes of the towel. She'd already removed her eyebrows.

I looked at her.

I mean I *really* looked at her. In ways I hadn't looked in years. All over her body. She was so much more naked now without any hair on her body than she'd ever been before. Without any thought at all, I could feel that I'd popped a woodie.

Ignoring the lack of hair on the scalp, her body had lost at least 20 years. Her skin was smooth, small wrinkles gone with no sign of ever being, stretch marks history, her weight almost nominal for her height, her eyes bright as they looked back at me. She hadn't looked so fresh and alive in all the time I'd known her.

I mean I *really* looked at her.

I looked at her in ways I hadn't looked at her in years. All over her body. She was so much more naked now without any hair on her body than she'd ever been before. Without any thought at all, I could feel that I'd popped a woodie.

Ignoring the lack of hair on the scalp, her body had lost at least 20 years. Her skin was smooth, small wrinkles gone with no sign of ever having been, stretch marks history, her weight almost nominal for her height, her eyes bright as they looked back at me. She hadn't looked so fresh and alive in all the time I'd known her. I finally catalogued all of the changes that had been happening over the past several months as this sudden change made everything clear to me.

She was still anxious, so I told her "Hon, this is not that much of a surprise to me, though I hadn't considered it so directly. Look in the mirror, hon, your body is a lot younger. I've also read that your hair will grow back, too, well, at least the hair on your head."

She'd looked at herself in the mirror and then glanced back at me when I told her she'd re-grow her hair. She didn't seem all that unhappy... and I saw why, when I spotted myself in the mirror. I looked happy.

I hadn't seen that look on my face for a long time. It felt good.

We couldn't just leave things like that; we had to clean up the lost hair and place it in the trash. Helen went for a re-rinse and we dried her again.

I didn't know how long it would be for that to happen to me; this provided me some warning that it _would_ likely happen but I put it out of my mind.

Courtney had witnessed all of this and was pleased we hadn't shooed her out of the room. She was helpful in picking up the hair that escaped our initial efforts to gather it.

Once we'd finished she got into a robe and joined us in the dining room for the dinner we'd held for her.

Once we'd finished with clean-up, Helen got into a robe and joined us in the dining room for the dinner we'd held over for her.

Things were different between us; we were closer. It felt good when she smiled at me... and I could see her squirm whenever I smiled back at her over dinner.

After dinner I cleaned up while talked. She'd not only been fucked at the office but she'd pulled a train in the grocery store as well. Based upon my reading she'd finished the phase of "spreading" this agent and was moving into some kind of "maintenance" phase.

There was no doubt in my mind that this agent was engineered given how it worked.

I called Debbie to let her know what Helen had gone through and learned that Beth had spent most of her day being a vector. I was told that Beth seemed rather shook up with the experience and I sympathised.

Poor Beth; she'd been so sure she was purely lesbian and she'd had more heterosexual activity in one day than even most active girls would get in a month.

That night Helen was exceptionally affectionate; I checked out her eyebrows and eyelashes (which were already slowly growing back) and I could see evidence that hair follicles were growing on her scalp already.

Who knew where this would go?

I spent the rest of the week helping to finish the spread of this agent at work (not that it was really my choice) and, on Thursday...

I jumped my daughter-in-law. In front of Courtney.

By this time Courtney knew what this was about and wasn't all that thankful that she was too young for it to hit her, but when I reached to hug Carol (and she hugged me back, rubbing her body against me) we started kissing.

Within minutes I had Carol laying on the kitchen table, her legs spread wide, as I pumped deep into her, her moans of delightful pleasure a stimulus for me to come.

If I hadn't already spread this to twelve other women already that day I might have come right away. This agent would apparently make things like Viagra a non-starter.

Carol's climax was loud and appreciative... and, when I was done, my son was standing there next to us, naked, and he immediately took my place, fucking his wife like there was no tomorrow.

Carol and Colin were, if anything, louder. As I watched them couple I realized I'd just spread this agent to them.

I dressed and sat on a chair, Courtney next to me, watching her brother and his wife finish up.

When they finally came back to life Carol turned her face to me and explained "Thanks, Dad, I wanted this. I wanted to enjoy sex with my husband more than I have been... and this works. Add to that how Helen looks these days, I want to feel good too. I feel pretty content right now." She faced her husband and asked "Hon, how are you feeling?"

Colin answered her "Actually, pretty good. I'm glad, now, that you warned me about your plan to jump my dad." He then turned his face to me, "OK, Dad? She's wanted this for a long time and, well, I'm happy she's happy now."

I was surprised. "So... will you be wanting to jump Helen in exchange?"

He shook his head. "No, Carol's wanted to arrange for me to make love to Lindsey. You know, Carol's mom Lindsey."

Carol's mother Lindsey was a divorced older woman, older than Helen and I by quite a bit, so I was surprised. Colin added "Lindsey would likely enjoy this... and she's already tried to have Carol talk me into the idea of being shared with her."

I shook my head, confused.

"Dad, my Mom has been alone for a long time and she's not felt lovable... well, that way... for a long time. I think it'd do wonders for her to have a nice, kind and virile younger man give her attention..."

Well I had a problem seeing how Lindsey could feel insecure given her appearance. Sure, she was about ten years older than I but she wasn't unattractive.

I shrugged. "Not my problem, then. After what I just did to my daughter-in-law it's not like I can say it's wrong. Just make sure that she _really_ wants it..."

Courtney was the one to start laughing as she got up and went down the hall...

I looked at Carol and Colin, wondering what was going on.

Carol was smiling while Colin was looking between us with a confused expression, probably matching my own.

That's when Lindsey was led back in by Courtney.

Courtney left again, telling us "I'll watch the baby for you now, all right?"

Lindsey was easily 10 years my senior and looked it... but being naked we could tell she was wet and ready for action.

I recovered my erection first... but chose not to bring it to their attention; instead I watched, with Carol sitting next to me, as Lindsey started to fellate my step-son.

That looked like fun. It looked like my son was enjoying the attention so it made me think it might've been fun for me if Helen had been willing.

God knows I had serviced Helen orally for years, hoping she would feel that reciprocity would be reasonable.

I gave Carol a kiss and got up to check on Courtney and the baby. Since Carla (Carol and Colin's daughter) was napping on her bed, Courtney and I packed up and left the house, giving Carol one more hug & kiss before leaving.

Helen's arrival home followed the pattern of the day before: she jumped me as soon as she got in the door. She might not have been pulling trains at work (or in the grocery store) any longer so she was pretty much in the mood to jump me.

There was no doubt that I was enjoying the attention but we later told each other about our days.

My days since she'd shed her hair were definitely busier than hers; I was, in some ways, reassured that she wasn't upset with me.