“I can understand that feeling, my Dan does something like that, too, but he’ll be rally mean and not make love when I want him to. Say, would you like yours to be...say, what could we call it...tamer, maybe?”
“My God! Yes indeed. But how?”
“I heard of this woman, she’s new in town, but her hubby is a sweetheart...he opens doors for her, carries her groceries, cleans the house, all kinds of things. And she’s not the one who told, either. Their daughter told me.”
“Oh? How old’s the daughter, Janine?”
“She’s seventeen. Says she used to get practically raped by her old man until her mother took him someplace, or got some kinda help last year...she’s not sure which...and he straightened up in no time, whatever it was. Martha... that’s the daughter...says the old man is more loving than ever, but he never lays a hand on her except a fatherly kiss, and Martha says her mother told her he’s nice and good in bed, too.”
“Huh! Some family. But I wonder what she did to calm him down and get him away from their daughter?”
“That I don’t know, but if it worked for her, maybe she’ll tell us, so it’ll work for us?”
“Uh-huh. Good idea. Maybe the daughter ...say, how did the daughter, this Martha, happen to confide in you?
“Oh, we got to talking in the beauty parlor one day, maybe three months ago and got to be kinda friendly, so eventually I told her a little of what Dan was like, and she told me the story about her dad.”
“She was in the beauty parlor that often?”
“Yeah. Her loving daddy sends her every two weeks!”
“You gotta be shitting me!”
“No, I’m not. Honest, she’s there regularly, every two weeks. Ask Ramona if you don’t believe me.”
“Let’s talk to this woman, then. Can your buddy Martha introduce us, d’you think?”
Both Marilyn and Janine were good looking, pleasant women in their thirties, and Janine had really gotten pretty friendly with Martha, so the latter was pleased to introduce the two to her mother, Gertrude.
“Well, ladies,” Gertie (she’d asked them to call her that) said, Martha having gone out. She was sitting back after serving the two a beer each and taking a sip of her own, “I’m happy to meet you but I think...please say I’m not wrong...that you have more on your minds than just meeting a new neighbor.”
“We-ell, yes, Gertie,” murmured Janine, now slightly hesitant about telling Gertie what their problems were, although she had been the one to get them involved in the first place. Marilyn, not feeling bashful at all, now that she had a beer in her, spoke right up.
“Gertie, what were you able to do to your husband to calm him down? I understand from Janine there was a big change, necessary, I s’pose. She’s been talking to Martha...”
“Oh, drat that kid. I love her a great deal, but she has got a blabber mouth on her. I suppose the whole neighborhood knows about Hal and me?”
“No,” Janine chimed in, “not that I know of, Gertie. Please don’t blame her for me knowing, I really almost forced the story out of her, and all Marilyn and I know is that your husband was... making love...”
“Like hell, he was raping her!,” barked Gertrude, her face flushing, “but go ahead, he’s changed a good deal since that happened,” and she flashed them a real seg.
Well, what I mean is, it was an intolerable situation, and you did something, Martha says, that made your Hal begin to behave himself like a decent husband and father.”
“Yes, Gertie, and please, please can you tell us what you did, or what happened?”
Okay.” She sat in thought for several moments while the other two sat sipping the last of their beers and watching her closely, Marilyn’s mouth a little open, Janine’s face getting red.
“Right. Well, the best thing I can do for you two is to let you have the solution.”
Well, yes, that’s what we asked for. Go ahead, tell us the solution.”
Gertrude laughed for several moments of utter frustration for the other two.. Marilyn looked as though she would have liked to strangle Gertrude but refrained because of Janine’s presence.
“Hold it, girls!” laughed Gertrude. “Don’t kill me yet! Now, I said I’d let you have the solution, and that’s just what I’m going to do. The solution comes in a little bottle, ladies, a little drop or two will fix your problems. ‘N’ all you’ll hafta say is a couple, three words.”
Marilyn and Janine walked away from Gertrude’s house with a tiny bottle of “the solution” apiece, safely stowed in their purses. Gertrude’s last words to them had been,
“...and ladies, be sure to lay in some Viagra, your doctor will prescribe, I know. Mine did, and he’s from around here..” She laughed her hearty laugh once again and hugged her daughter around the waist.
Marilyn remarked to Janine as they got into Janine’s car,
“I’ll bet Martha was listening to every word. Hope she doesn’t take any to school with her!”
“Dear God! That could be awfully funny, you know?
“Yeah, you said it! But Gertie said she didn’t have a lot of the solution left, remember, so we’d better be careful with what we have...and I’ll bet she doesn’t let Martha get near her supply.”
The two women laughed and joked the rest of the way home, mostly telling cat jokes with knowing glances at each other and bursting into laughter as soon as either reacted.
Next morning Janine had an appointment with her doctor anyway, and while she was there for her check-up, she asked him casually if she could have a prescription for Viagra, as Dan wasn’t performing well at all. There was a long discussion, the doctor quite puzzled that Dan, a man in his forties, wasn’t doing what he should in bed, Janine insistent that something had to be done or she’d “die of frustration..” The doctor was an old friend, after all.
Janine ended the hour’s session with a prescription for twenty Viagra in hand, and went straight to the pharmacy to obtain it. She was a bit shocked at the price, but she and Dan were in pretty good financial health, despite her being laid off — one reason Dan wanted to bang her so often, he figured all she was doing was lying around waiting for him to come home and “make love” to her — so she paid the bill and went on home quite content.
Marilyn wasn’t quite so lucky with her doctor the following week, but she got a prescription — non-renewable — for ten Viagra, which she figured should be plenty for what she wanted it for.
* * * * *
“Say, hon’,” Marilyn said to Arnie, some few hours after their supper, “would you like a beer or a drink before we go to bed? It’s Friday.” She grinned at him, knowing that he was in a decent frame of mind, no violent mood swings in the offing, and maybe he’d want to make love instead of just plain romp all over her.
He assented to a beer and actually — she could almost feel his gaze — watched her wiggle her comely butt provocatively as she went through the doorway to the kitchen. She was back in just long enough time to have gotten a chilled glass for each of them, which she served to him on one of their souvenir trays with “the mechanic’s dream” depicted thereon. Marilyn had deliberately chosen that one — a picture of a mechanic on a creeper looking up a pretty customer’s skirt and obviously thinking... thoughts — to get Arnie in the mood for what she had prepared for him.
“Here’s to you, Arnie,” she said gaily, as she lofted her beer and took a long sip, relishing the cold, slight sting of the carbonated brew.
Arnie didn’t say anything, just sipped at his beer with an eyebrow raised in slight astonishment at her toast
Well,” he grumped, “here’s to you, gal. I s’pose that means you want something from me, huh?”
“We-ell, Arn’, you could probably make out with me tonight if you were in the mood,” Marilyn said conquettishly.
“I can make out with you any damn’ time I want, an’ don’t you forget it, babe!” he replied, sternly. Marilyn know that he was not kidding.
When he called her ‘babe,” it always meant trouble coming. Why did he get into these moods? She could never tell when he was going to do something nasty to her, despite his repeated protestations of love. Her resolve, which had been trembling on the very brink of telling him what she had done to his drink, firmed and she relaxed, just waiting to get him in bed with her.
“Come on, then, stud,” she said pleasantly, taking his free hand.”Finish that ol’ beer and come wi’ me, we’ll get it on if you like.” Sometimes calling him “stud” improved his temper, as it seemed to do this time. Marilyn breathed a very quiet sigh of relief which she was careful not to let Arnie see.
She was as speedy as he liked her to be while he shucked out of his t-shirt and trousers.
“Gotta go pee, be right back,” he muttered.
Marilyn sent up a silent prayer that nothing had happened to him yet.
No, he got into bed and turned to her as he usually did, starting to grab her shoulders before he would begin sucking on her nipples. She could feel his erection against her thigh, wondering as she did if the stuff was going to work or not. She murmured into his ear,
“He-ere kitty, Here, pussy..”
“C;mon, gal, let’s get it...uhm, what th’hell do cats...ooh, that feels so good.”
“Oh? What feels so good, Arn’?” “Uh, uh. It..it feels..like something is stroking me inside my balls, Mari’, tickles real nice, oh God, do it some more, makes me anna do...things.....”
His erection got stiffer and stiffer as Marilyn, now herself pretty hot, rolled over and mounted him without any objection at all. He usually insisted that he be on top, “a man’s proper position with a woman,” but this time his face looked as though he was enjoying an orgasm himself as he rolled a little bit form side to side, making her ride all the more lovely for her. His penis was deeply within her now and Marilyn felt herself beginning to feel the thrill that started at the pit of her stomach and billowed out from there into her vagina and clitoris.
And Arnie hadn’t even sucked on her nipples! She rocked with him as she came to a ferocious climax, one of the quicker and better she’d ever experienced. Now, all she wanted was for Arnie, dear old Arnie, to fail to come.
Marilyn got the surprise of her day when she felt Arnie’s penis swell and then she could feel him pump into her, once, twice, three times.
“Ah...God! Great!” moaned Arnie, collapsing under her so that she felt as though his penis had disappeared.
Curious, she felt carefully around under her ass cheeks and sopping labia to find — nothing! There was no feeling of a shrunken scrotum, no limp penis sliding from her vulva...she felt frantically in front of herself...oh, wait! There was the little wet prick, hidden under him, for with no balls to stop its travel, it had taken refuge in his ass crack.
“H...how do you feel, Arn’, love?”
“Won-der-ful, dear, wonderful, I’ve never felt better. That was the greatest shot I’ve ever fired...” He slipped down her body without further ado. His tongue licked and pushed at her in just the right places until she came again...and again...and again.
“I didn’t cum, baby., but no matter, I loved the taste of your pussy,” he said sleepily as she rolled away from him.
And that was the last time you ever cum, too, lover. Boy, if Gertie was right, you’re all mine, boy-o. And you’ll love me forever.
A little bit later Janine and Dan entered their home after a lovely dinner at their favorite restaurant. Dan was in a really good mood, for he had made some money that day on one of his wagers and was feeling flush, which was why Janine had been able to persuade him to take her to dinner. The food had been good, the music, played not too loudly, had been the kind that Dan liked a lot, so her slipping something into his drink had been unobserved. She wanted to get him home as soon as possible for she had no idea how long the drops would take to work. She definitely didn’t want him suddenly bereft in public!
As it was, they seemed to dilly and dally for all kinds of reasons on their way home. First the car wouldn’t start, then when that was fixed — Dan was a decent mechanic and he quickly found the loose wire, cursing to himself as he reattached it — he drove out of the parking lot too fast and almost had a fender bender with an oncoming car; the red lights were all ‘against them,” so that by the time they pulled up in their driveway Janine was almost a nervous wreck.
Dan took his time getting out of the car, too, and his first words almost gave her a heart attack.
“Jan, I feel very odd. Something’s not right, cause I never feel this randy after a big meal like that, you know.”
“Is that your trouble, Danny? I think we could take care of it, if you’re in that kinda mood.”
His face broke into a smile, not like his usual scowl when she offered to assist him if he wasn’t feeling well. That “feeling odd” normally meant that he had a hangover, was in a rotten mood or was just plain going to clobber her if she looked at him cross- eyed, or even if she didn’t. Not now, he was actually in a benign mood, the first time she remembered his being like that since...oh, God, when?
After the almost disastrously slow trip from the restaurant, Janine was amazed at how quickly Dan wanted to be in bed with her. He was hot to trot, all right! She and he shucked out of their clothing like teen-agers on their first fucking date, and she was waiting for him bare-ass only a moment before he lay down beside her and began stroking her tenderly. Tenderly! That was so unusual — Dan was another of those “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” boys — that Janine sat right back up and stared at him.
“What the hell...? Dan, you’ve not done this since...I don’t know when! He-ere kitty, kitty, here pussy.”
“Uh...you an’ your damn’ cats! Feels good. I know, love. I feel all gooey with you tonight. I don’t know what’s got into me, but I wanna lick you all over, and kiss you real special,,,uhm,,, ’down there.’”
“Sweets, you go right ahead.” I think I’m gonna love this! Janine cooed, her groin well dampened as his tongue licked softly at her left nipple. The hardening bud felt wonderful to the usually whammed woman, but she stroked his head and wondered, ot long, if the drops had already taken effect.
Carefully she stroked his chest as he kissed her neck — when the tremors of her reactions to the unexpected sensations allowed her — and ventured to explore lower down as he raised himself to get at the back of her neck as well.
His penis was large and rigid, but there was no sack there that she could feel. Usually his balls slapped at her perineum as he assaulted her, but she had a happy feeling ah! Gawd, that was ni-ice, jeez...that tickles! that he no longer had those appurtenances.
Oh, you sweet, sweet little pussy-lickin’ eunuch! You’re all mine now and for the rest of our lives!
Janine lay back and writhed happily as Dan’s tongue laved her wet vagina..