My wife and I had a fairly good relationship. Sometimes she got a little tense. Since she didn't drink, a friend of mine had suggested getting her some herbal tea to relax with. I had decided to find some special tea on the internet. I came across this one recipe on the internet that advertised to "relax the mind and body" and "a taste that will stay with you. Now I was looking for something already made, but this mixture sounded like it might be good. I printed it out.

It took me several days and several health stores to track down all the ingredients. The prep to make the recipe was more than I thought it should take. This had better be good, I thought.

Friday night, after getting the kids to bed, I brewed her a cup. We sat down on the couch with the TV playing quietly in the background.

"Where did you get this recipe?" she asked.

"I found it on the internet, guarantied to relax you and a taste you will love," I told her.

"No drugs..." she started.

"No just some herbs," I told her as I made a vain attempt to pronounce their names.

She tentatively took a sip. "Umm ... This is good," she rewarded my questioning look at her. "You should try some."

"Na, I'll stick to my coffee."

As we chatted about our day she became quieter and laid down on the couch with her head in my lap.

"Now relax honey but don't go to sleep," I warned.

"Yes, honey."

I loved to run my hands through her hair but usually she could only stand it for a short time. Tonight though she seemed content to allow me to keep stroking her.

"You seem to like me stroking your hair."

"Yes I like you stroking my hair."

The movie we were half watching had a brief love seen with this lady coming out in some skimpy lingerie. I could help but respond as I stiffened up.

"You like what she is wearing," my wife asked

"I was just imagining you in an outfit like that," I told her.

"Me in an outfit like that? I wouldn't look good in that."

"Yes you would. You look sexy in any lingerie. You have a beautiful body. I love looking at it I told her."

"I would look sexy in lingerie," she said, this time more as a fact.

Now we had talked before about her wearing lingerie for me. She occasionally did but you could tell she was not comfortable with wearing it. She had a beautiful body but was not confident with it.

"Stand up," I said. She snapped to attention. "Relax a little, here follow me." I led her to a mirror. I had her stare at herself in the mirror. "You are very sexy. I love looking at you." I cuddle her breasts through her blouse. "Your breasts are very sexy. I love looking at them. You buns are very beautiful."

She kept nodding her head in agreement. Usually when I did this she quickly looked away and mumbled something, this time she seemed very intent on what I told her and didn't look away.

"I love seeing you wear lingerie. It is like gift wrapping on my favorite present," I told her. "Let's go to bed," I told her.

"I am beautiful," she stated. "I am sexy. You love to looking at me," she repeated as she took on last look at herself with her dreamy eyes.

After talking so much about wearing lingerie, she usually feels guilty about not wearing it enough. "You do so much to please me," I told her, hoping to be reassuring.

"I love pleasing you," she repeated.

Now I was extremely aroused, where as she looked like a sleepwalker. I decided to wait and not push myself on her tonight. She was a much better lover when she was more awake. I tucked her into bed.

The next day she awoke very refreshed. She got up before me and rushed to the dresser and, with a handful of apparel, she rushed to the master bathroom. The giggle from the bathroom really got my curiosity.

Several minutes later she appeared in some lingerie that I had bought her several years ago. A black corsette, lacy panties, garter belt and stockings. This was an outfit usually reserved for very special occasions.

"Don't I look sexy and beautiful to you?" she asked. You could tell the comment from her own lips caught her in as much surprise as me. Then she looked into the mirror and the frown was replaced with a smile. "Yes, sexy and beautiful." She turned to me, "I hope it pleases you. I love to dress up for you." You could see her blushing and getting excited at the same time. A huge grin was in her face.

"Is there anything that would improve this outfit?" she asked as she modeled it for me. "Maybe some heals?" She new I had a fetish for shoes.

"Ummm, you are sexy. Maybe we will have to do some shoe shopping today," I joked.

"Some six inch spikes are what I need, or maybe some high heeled boots." She was prancing around on her toes, showing me her beautiful ass.

This was too much for me. I got out of bed and wrapped myself around her. Then I gathered her back to the bed. I had never seen her prance so enticingly before me, as she was this morning. I undid her garters to remove here soaking wet panties. No need for a lot of foreplay this morning (not that I ever mind foreplay). Usually she quick removes her stockings or lets them slide down her leg. Today she took the time to refasten them to the garter belt.

"What would please you," she purrs.

"I would love to kiss you up and have you kiss me up and finally to loose myself within you," I tell her. Now I would really like to kiss her up as she kisses me up but she is weirded out by this for some reason. I don't push it much anymore.

"Lay on your back," she tells me. She gently lowers her pussy to my waiting tongue. "This really gives you pleasure," she says. Even saying it seems to heighten her pleasure. I run my tongue over the lips of her pussy. Penetrating her as deep as my tongue will go.

"My turn," she whispers as she withdraws. She lowers herself to my hot cock and encircles me with her tongue. She twists in such a way as I can just get my finger in contact with her pussy. She seems to enjoy it more than usual.

We end the session with my cock exploding in her pussy. I can feel her pussy throbbing around my cock. "Don't move," she exclaims. After she reaches it she usually get hyper sensitive. Only on a few occasions she does she ever get beyond that. Only once in our marriage has she ever reached it twice.

As good as it was. It was not until we enter the shoe store latter that day that I realize that more has gone on than I realized. That tea was well worth any effort. We went home with some a pair of spike heels and a pair of boots. Four inch heels were all the store had, beside my wife tells me, "it will give me a chance to get used to them."

Next she takes me to Victoria Secret, "The kids are busy with their friends today, when else will we get a chance," she states. I notice she even glances in the windows of Fredrick of Hollywoods. She has always frowned on that shop.

We look at several teddies. We end up leaving with a purple teddy that leaves her the top of her breast exposed. "That way I can feel your tongue on my nipples without my having to remove it." The crotch had easy access snaps and it had built in garters. We even found matching stockings. We also purchased two thong back panties, a lacy pink bra and a silky teal bra. "Will have to purchase a little each week," I told her. At the rate we were going we would wipe our bank account in one afternoon.

That week was a feast for my eyes. She got into wearing lingerie more as the week went on. She even seemed to enjoy modeling it to me. I was elated. Maybe I should brew some more tea.

But first I mixed another type of tea, leaving out the herbs that I thought might have caused her "relaxed state" and placed it in the cupboard. Since I am the only one who drinks coffee, I hid my Friday night tea in two plastic bags in coffee can. I couldn't have her getting to relaxed when I wasn't around. Now if she decided to have some tea, hopefully she would just have a normal cup of tea.

Friday night I offered her some more of 'Friday' tea. "It will help you get a good nights sleep," I offered.

"No need to tell me that, it has helped keep me refreshed all week long."

After the kids were to bed we sat on the couch. She savored her tea. "Too bad this seem to put me to sleep, I would love a cup during the day." Soon she has her head in my lap again and I am stroking her hair. I am still unsure of what this allows me to do, or how far to go. I love her very much and I only want (well largest part of me) for her to be freer.

"Pam, it was fun to talk about our sex life," I began.

"Yes, fun."

"Don't you hate it when you my hands seem to tickle you?" I asked.

"Yes"

"My hands should always give you pleasure when we are making love."

"Your hands should always give me pleasure when we are making love," she repeats.

"They are never too light, they never tickle. Their touch arouses you. "

"Arouses me."

"Remember the time you reached a climax twice in one night?"

"Yes...," she grins as she remembers.

"It would be great if you reached it multiple times more often. No longer getting to sensitive after reaching it once."

"No more getting to sensitive."

"You really enjoy doing things that please me?"

"Yes, please you."

"You get a sexual pleasure from pleasing me," I re-enforce.

"Umm, sexy to please you."

"Does it please me when you kiss me up?"

"Yes," she smiles.

"Would you like to enjoy it more."

"Yes."

"Imagine my cock," I begin. "Can you see it in your mind?" She nods. "Is it pleasurable to you?" I ask her. Again she nods. "Say it," I tell her.

"It is pleasurable."

"No, say my husbands cock is very pleasurable and sexy."

"My husbands cock is very pleasurable and sexy."

"Now keep repeating after me. It turns me on to think about my husband's cock. It is silky and sexy." It turns me on just to here her use the word "cock". Each time she repeats it goes from hesitancy to a pleasure on her lips.

"You love the feel of the word cock on your lips, don't you?" I ask. I could tell it was starting to turn her on.

"Yes," she grins.

"Just as you love the word on your lips, you will begin to love the feel of your husband's cock on your lips."

"Love the feel of my husband's cock on my lips," she whispers.

"You love the silky feel of your husbands cock. Imagine rubbing it on your face. You love the texture. Each time you feel it, it will arouse you more. You know it brings pleasure to him." Hoping I have not gone too far I venture a little further. "In the past, you haven't liked the taste or thought of his jism, have you?"

"No."

"Would it give him pleasure if you did?" I ask.

"It would give him pleasure if I did," she states.

"Think of lobster dipped in butter," I tell her. "If it tasted like that would you like it?" I venture.

"Yes," she giggles.

"From now on associate the taste with lobster with you husband's jism," I tell her. "As you start to like kissing his cock more and more, as you realize the pleasure it gives him, as you think of it as a love juice just for you, you will begin to realize his jism tasted like lobster," I instruct her. "Better than lobster," I tell her.

"It was fun to talk about our sex life wasn't it?"

"Yes," she grins.

"No need to think about the particulars of what was said, but lets just let the words become part of our own thinking," I instruct her. I had gotten a little more brazen than I wanted her to remember. Right now I would have hard time explaining our conversation but not impossible.

"Part of my own thinking," she repeats.

"Tonight we enjoyed cuddling each other, you were so tired you dozed off in my lap."

"Ummm"

"You really like our great Friday tea."

"Yes, I like the tea"

"It is very relaxing. Good after a hard week. Now let's go to bed," I tell her.

We get up and wander to the bedroom. I held back on enjoying any gratification just now, it was better to take it slow and to let it be her ideas.

That week was wonderful. Saturday night, while we were cuddling in bed, she asked me if I wanted her to kiss me. "Would you like me to suck on your yummy cock?," she asked. The words and thoughts seem to be getting her hot. What a difference in her technique. She was enjoying it. She squeezed her body over to the side so I could reach her pussy. She was already dripping, her panties were soaked.

I could tell when the pre-cum leaks out. At first she makes a face, then I she seemed to actually savor it before she continues. It was too much. "I am going to loose it," I warned her. I wanted to give the chance to pull away. She hesitates, then continued on more eagerly. She started actively bucking up against my finger as I enter two more digits. As I explode in her mouth, I could feel her pussy throb on my fingertips. She didn't swallow but I could definitely tell she enjoys the taste in her mouth.

"Umm, you taste even better than I could imagine," she blushes as she realizes what she has said. I go to sleep with a big grin on my face.

The next few days, I caught her glancing at my crotch with anticipation. I her making excuses to enter the bathroom while I am taking a shower. On Monday when I get home she is madly scrubbing at the glass doors. "I never noticed how much film has built up on these doors," she comments turning beet red.

That night started as a repeat of Saturday night. This time as I kiss her pussy, she keeps glancing back at my cock. Reaching back with one hand to grasp my cock, I can tell she is having a hard time deciding whether she wants me to kiss her up or she wants my cock in her mouth. The next thing I know, she swivels her self around on my tongue and dives at my cock. I feel her pussy throbbing before I even reach it. I watched her drink in all my jism. She couldn't get enough. She hungrily licked her lips. "This is the life," I thought as I drifted off to sweet dreams.

I had thought of suggesting in our teatime that her sexual hunger increases, but the pleasure she was having seemed to do that on its own.

Wednesday topped the week. She woke me up giving me a blowjob. I quickly turned her over and entered her. She lost it in the first few thrusts. As she climbed again, I lost it. I tried to stay with her as long as possible but I quickly defalted.

She kept on caressing me even after I lost it. I could tell she wanted me up and running again. As she glanced at my cock, I could tell she made a decision. She made her way to my cock.

"Would that please you?" she asked.

"Yes, but are you sure?"

That was enough, she started licking me clean and sucking on my cock. Again, she started hesitantly at the mixture of our juices, but picked up enthusiam as she continued. It didn't take me long before I was hard again. I lasted quite a while the second time around. I re-entered her and started her on journey again. She reached two more climaxes before I lost it again.

Friday night she waited for her tea on our couch. I had been thinking about what to talk about.

"You know how I somtimes wish I had more hands," I asked her.

"Yes"

"Next time I say that, volenteer your hands."

"Butt..."

"Wouldn't it be great if I had more hands to message you?"

"Yes"

"Well they will feel like my hands when I place them on you. Won't that feel good for me to message you with more hands?" I ask.

"Yes"

We went over our previous suggestion to make sure they stayed. I tamed down the one on her giving me blowjobs. "You still love kissing me up but you love having my cock in you even better. But when you have your period, your craving for jism will increase. You will desire it more and more."

Saturday night I had the first chance to see how my suggestions had worked. I had her on top and was massaging her breasts. She was right on the edge.

"I wish I had more hands," I said.

"Why don't you use mine," she replied with a puzzled look on her face.

I took her hands on at a time and placed them on her ass as I held her up with my hands massaging her breast.

"That feels so good Jake. How do you do it?" she groaned.

This not only was adding to her pleasure but also as she reached back, her back arched and her breast jutted forward.

"Move you hand back further, I want to run them back to your pussy. Tease your pussy with my borrowed fingers."

"Oh you feel so good," she gasped. You could see her getting more and more into it.

"Brush my borrowed fingers on my cock as I plunge in and out of your juicy pussy." Forget about her, this was a turn on for me. We reached our climax at the same time. I could tell it was one of the best orgasms she had experienced just from her body language.

Sunday she began her period. It was great not to have to wait a week to enjoy her. Her hunger increased for my jism that week. No longer did she just swallow what I deposited in her mouth but she licked up any that managed to escape. And even through her panty liner I could feel her pussy throb as I reached my climax.

As Friday night approached, I toyed with suggestions to give Patti. By the time teatime arrived, I knew what I would talk with her about.

"Do you know how much I love to look at you."

"Yes," she replies.

"Do you like it now when I watch you."

"Yes," in a little bit huskier voice.

"Wouldn't it be nice to give your husband a little present?"

"Yes"

"Your husband would love to take sexy pictures of you."

"But it would make me feel cheap."

"Cheap because your husband wants to look at your body?"

"No, but..."

"We will use a digital camera. No one else will ever see the pictures."

"Digital camera," she repeats.

It was going good. "Start to imagining it and when you imagine having your husband taking pictures of you, it will excite you. It will be fun to pose for him. Even when he places you in strange poses or takes strange picture. It pleases him to take pictures of you," I end with.

"It pleases him to take pictures of me," she repeats.

Again I ended our evening restressing previous suggestions and with a comment not to remember consciously our current conversation. I knew this was probably the biggest stretch for her yet. I would have to control my eagerness and let her lead.

I noticed as the week went on, she seemed freer in showing off her body to me. One night as she got ready for me, she turned around and reached down to put on her heels for me keeping her legs straight. This gave me an excellent view of her ass. I saw her look around her legs at my face.

"You enjoy that pose?" she asked, grinning wildly.

"Yes, very much."

She stood up, turned around cupping her breasts, one in each hand. She gave me a lustful look, "How about this one?"

"Delicious."

One night, later in the week, she presented me with a special present and card.

"Open the present first," she told me.

Inside was a high res digital camera. I tried not to let her see my hard on and gave her a questioning look.

"Remember your last birthday, you had spent your birthday money on bills. I decided to get you a present in place the money," she smiled. "Now open the card before I get cold feet."

Sure enough, the card read, "Redeemable for one photo shoot of your lover with as much of as little clothing as you see fit."

"This is the best present," I exclaimed. No need to fake the excitement I was feeling.

Later that night, I started our photo shoot with some tame pictures. I told her to pick out some sexy panties, bra, hoses and garter belt. Then I had her place on her business suit with the knee length dress. I had her pose at our computer desk. A few changes in pictures and turning the desk to face me.

"Now make believe your at work and are having sexy fantasies of me," I instructed her. "Reach down and pull back your skirt so you can rub your pussy." At first she was a hesitant. But my suggestion that this turned her on started to take effect. She was rubbing her pussy for more than just the camera, she was getting excited. I had her unbutton her blouse to expose her beautiful tits to the camera. She had her bra that exposed her nipples on. I was on my third flash card (digital film) by the time she was nude except her hoses, garter and pee-a-boo bra. She was soaking and I was ready to explode.

We took a time out while she came over and gave me a blowjob. I couldn't resist turning the flash off and the camera on auto. Digital cameras don't make noise when the take pictures. So she never realized the photos I got. I had added extra lighting to the room, so even without the flash I got some good shots of her sucking my cock.

When I showed them to her I made believe I thought she knew I was taking them. At first she wanted to erase them but as she looked at them she got more turned on. We spent the night photoing her in very revealing positions.

I ended the night tell her I would like to take some more interesting pictures. I told her of a picture I saw once of a nude lady painted like a cow, leaning over to be milked. She thought that was real weird. "Just think about it," I told her.

Well thinking she did.

Friday night's teatime I only strengthened my suggestions. I also talked to her about her breast size. "I don't want you to go for surgery, but wouldn't it be nice if your breasts grew a cup size." I didn't know if it would work but it was worth a try.

Saturday morning, she told me to make a list of what I needed for the 'interesting' photos I wanted to take. She was out two hours filling the list.

Our first photo was the cow pose I told her about. I placed some drops of milk on her nipples to further the point. It took an hour of scrubbing and love making to get her cleaned up. It was fun.

The next night I had her paint her breasts like mountains and used some one inch explorer figures to scale her heights. I used some micro vehicles to explore her pussy.

The stranger my ideas the more it turned her on. I ended with several hundred keep able photos of her. It was more fun taking them than viewing them.

Friday night she again waited for her tea on our couch. After she had entered her trance, I decided to push the envelope further.

"Have you enjoyed our sex life lately."

"Oh yes," she eagerly replies.

"From now on, on the day after we have made love, you will start to desire making love to your husband. You need to make love every other day."

"Need to make love every other day," she repeats.

"If you haven't made love by the third day, you begin to fantasize about your husband. You will dream of doing sexual acts for and with your husband. The will be things you might not be comfortable doing in real life but even as you dream them the will become less strange."

"But.."

"This time, as I talk to you, you will not object but will accept what I say," I instruct her.

"At night as you sleep, you will begin to finger yourself until your right on the edge but you will not be able to loose it. During this time, if your husband is in the room, you will push the sheets and blankets off. You will not notice what is happening around you until you husband calls your name. Then you will drift off to sleep. In the morning you will remember your dream vividly but will not remember your husband calling your name. By the fourth day you will be able to reach it once fingering yourself but not be completely relieved. Every three to four hours after you have awakened you will need to find some relief. Again at night, if you haven't made love, you will have fantasies about your husband. Only if your husband is out of town will only fantasize about him. And no matter how horny you are, if you husband tells you he is tired three times, you will not push him to make love. As a reminder, you will grow progressively hornier as the days between love making go by."

"Progressively hornier," she repeated.

Time would tell how this suggestion worked out.

Saturday night we made passionate love.

By Monday she was ready to make love again. She snuggled up to me.

"I am so tired tonight," I told her. "Very tired."

She nibbled on my ear.

"Sorry honey not tonight, I am tired."

Again on Tuesday night, I told her I was "tired, tired, tired". I was awakened later with the bed rocking away. She had pulled back her sheets and was furiously rubbing her tits and pussy. I rolled over and turned on the lights. She never even noticed. I gathered the camera and took a few pictures. It was all I could do not to wake her and make love to her.

On Wednesday I came home to the smell of pussy juice permeating the air.

That night I was again tired tired, tired. I woke up to find her fingering herself. She hadn't even removed her panties but just shoved them to one side. She was pinching her own nipples and loving it. I again documented this sexy sight, especially enjoying her arch up as she orgasmed, though not a long orgasm.

I awoke again latter in the night to a repeat performance. It was a delicious sight. After a few more pictures, I hid the camera and turned of the lights. Just before she reached it I called out her name.

"Pam, are you alright." I could see her quickly withdraw stop and try to act normal.

"Yes," she panted.

"Let's make love," I told her. She just about raped me. No second offer needed. I think the whole time I lasted was just on big orgasm for her. It was fun, but I decided I couldn't let

I once use the special Friday tea now once a month and mostly just to re-enforce the suggestions I already have made. Our love life is great. As far as the suggestions about the size of her breast. Just the other day (eight months later) she had to start buying new bras.

When the wife was out of town at a conference, I treated myself to some of the Friday tea. I fell asleep to the tape voice of myself suggesting my cock should grow a little plumber and about an inch longer. I also suggested that I could will myself not to loose it just thinking of the work "lasting". As far as size, I have noticed a change. As far as lasting power, it has come in very handy now that my wife's appetite to sex has grown so fervently.