A hotel room in the Midwest
Matthew Roderick pulled his pants up while looking at his latest prize, a six-foot blond of maybe 120 pounds and a figure which looked at best like a stretched hourglass, very stretched. She looked undernourished, especially up close and naked. Up until eight hours ago, when they finally hopped into the sack together in his hotel room, two travelers looking to end their latest business trips with a bang, she’d looked rather exotic, though a bit scantier than Matt’s usual prey.
But once the clothes came off, and especially when he’d wrapped his arms around her only to find himself touching his own flesh with the extra reach, he’d realized just how much she resembled a pencil. She’d worn a bra, but Matt could not for the life of him think of why. It had pumped her loose silk blouse only slightly when she moved just so, but Matt had already written of any chance of any appreciable sized breasts. With her bra off, her hair cut short obviously for the “business” look, and her six foot – one inch frame, he felt strange as hell the whole time they were going at it. He shivered, thinking of how he’d worried he might poke right through her and come out her backside. He’d always fantasized about being with a petite woman, but he was having second thoughts about extremes, now that he’d been with an ultra thin, ultra tall woman.
She actually snored, a low guttural grown from deep within, and much too loud even for all 105 pounds of her. He wanted to put his ear planes in as he tucked in his shirttails and buttoned the cuffs on his trademark yellow Ralph Lauren button down. After throwing the last of his kit into the overnight bag, he left the room, dropped the keys off at the front desk, and left the Marriott in northern Cincinnati to begin his trek back to New York.
Home to the wife, he thought as he squeezed into the Nissan rental car. Home to the day-after-day monotony of a marriage twenty years old, a marriage that had lost all but a deep fondness between husband and wife. At least she didn’t snore, he consoled himself as he started the engine and turned to look out the rear window of the car. They were happy, financially secure, and increasingly free of the parental obligations with their two children off to college and doing well. Gone were the days of rushing to the school bus, the football games, and the cheerleading practices. Gone were the obligatory vacations to places only the kids would want to go, to the PTA meetings and the neighborhood watch patrols. Gone were all the things that he’d loved and dreaded at the same time. They were all part of the side of the fence he’d jumped to for family life, at the expense of the many freedoms of bachelorhood. And gone now too it seemed, were the few things that that they both relished in all that chaos. Things like a lunchtime quickie with his wife on the desk at his office because they saw no privacy at home, were no more. The “silence games” they played at night to fuck and suck without waking the kids. They had all the time they wanted at night now, the entire house to themselves, and yet now they never used it.
It was as if someone had drawn a line through that part of their lives on the day the last of the two kids left for college. Even summers now, when the two were home, were not like before. There was no need to go to Disneyland, or Seven Flags. The kids wanted to do their own things, in their own cars, and with their own friends. And yet, despite the release of responsibilities, Matthew and Vanessa Roderick were married, still young and vibrant, and basically dead to each other.
They could have lain naked before the fireplace, every night if they’d so desired, and yet they’d not done so but once to acknowledge the last of the birds leaving the nest. Somehow, someway, it was all or nothing now. Either they had both the desire, AND the challenge, or they had nothing. And with the challenge gone, the result was nothing. He wondered once again if his wife was feeling the same, and attempting remedy the same was as he, taking his desire to new challenges every chance he got. As he drove to the airport grounds, looking for the rental car return signs, Matt wrote the conundrum off to a fact of life. It must be the same in just about any marriage. He sure heard this enough from his contemporaries, and he’d sure enjoyed the wives of a lot of other guys accused by those same wives as being just like him. What a fucked up world, especially without a fucking answer.
49 Bayside Circle, Port Washington, on the north shore of Long Island, New York
Vanessa slipped the slender dildo, designed for anal use, into her vagina. It was step three in the normal drill. Step one was to dial into the net and read something hot and steamy on Literotica.com. Step two was to change into something slinky and sexually arousing to herself. Third was the initial insertion she’d just accomplished, followed by a few pumps to slicken its surface entirely. She did not like to use artificial lubricants as long as her body supplied them so eagerly. Step four was to remove the anal dildo from its preparatory position, and insert it slowly, and exquisitely up her ass.
She couldn’t help but think of her husband’s dick replacing the dildo, if only he’d show the slightest interest in doing so himself. Only once had they tried anal sex, before they were married, hoping it would present a natural way for them to avoid pregnancy. That first penetration of her sphincter muscle had frightened her with the amount of pain, downright scared her with the awkwardness of the sensations, and ended the plan before it gotten started. They’d never tried it again.
The dildo pushed at her reluctant muscle so pleasingly now however, threatening no more than a savor-able sensation of anticipatory pain, and finding itself suddenly welcomed lovingly along the length of her rubbery tunnel. Over the last couple years, since her first retry at anal penetration, she’d grown to love it almost more than she wanted. The feeling somehow stayed just as exotic each time, and she made sure to use larger tools only occasionally, allowing her sphincter to relax and close completely and not loosen significantly over the many enjoyable times. This was one such occasion where she would use a narrower device to not stretch her hole. Yet, the skinny dildo-shaped toy still induced the desired effect and gave Vanessa the exceptional sensations she was striving for. She groaned low and softly as she worked the mini-dildo around in circles as it spiraled into her ass.
Step five varied. Today, in honor of her husband coming home, and in the desperate but hopless wish that he might do something new in life, and attack her in the bedroom, she applied a very special strap-on that she had found on an obscure web site. It had surfaced on about the twelfth page of search results for the words, “double penetration.” She had been looking for something that would service her ass and hungry pussy at the same time, but found this strap-on instead. It had a dildo shaped penis of course, about seven inches in length, “Realistic,” Vanessa had thought, and with a harness that circled her waist. Its position was ensured with a containment strap that wrapped back between her legs and buttoned to the back of the waist belt. What attracted her to this device, even though she wasn’t looking for it, were two additional characteristics. The first was an offset, second cock, shorter than the first, and fatter. It was obvious from the picture that it would be much better positioned to reside in her pussy while the larger dildo was properly positioned to fuck someone else as if she were a man. The second attraction was the seatbelt styled buckle on a wider than usual elastic belt. This would enable her to adjust the tension in the belt to suit her liking, and give her more control over the accuracy of the plunging of its spear. As a further justification for purchase, she noted that the crotch strap could also be adjusted to her precise comfort, and to serve the second purpose of holding whatever plug she desired to put in her ass anyway.
She’d bought the item and used it many times since, very gratifyingly. Today, she rose from the bed with one hand holding the longer thin dildo up her ass, and carried the strap-on over to the large, overstuffed chair in the bedroom. Sitting gently on the forward edge of one of its arms, she was able compress the anal device into her butt, while leaving her pussy hanging over the forward edge. This gave her room and free hands to slip the offset, jellied dong between her lips and work it in and out a few times. Penetrating deeper on each thrust, she finally bottomed the triangular rubber base against her clit and pulled the waist straps tight around her. One last chore remained, and that was to slip the crotch strap along the side of the chair’s arm, pull it from behind, and snug it up her crack to fasten it to the waist band in back.
She looked across the room at herself and instantly had an orgasm. The vibrations of her body served to enhance the sensations coming into her from the dildo’s, as well as the contact with the arm of the chair. She watched as her red-brown hair, cascading down over her breasts and in back, waved in the jerky movements of her torso. Her mouth hung down, gasps of, “OH!” emerging on each jerk of her hips, and her 38DD tits jiggling like flags signaling her orgasm. She grasped them in ecstasy, rolling her nipples between her fingers and pulling on them, stretching the skin out toward the mirror as if in offering. She let the orgasm continue, helping it with her movements, and reveling in its warmth.
When it finally subsided, she knew right away on this day, it would not be enough. She would keep her toys in place for awhile, play some games with herself, and enjoy the privacy of her bedroom. If she couldn’t have sex with her man, she could sure have sex with her toys in his absence. She reached down, grabbed the seven-inch dildo jutting forever hard from her loins, and used it as if to pull herself up from the chair. The ever hot Vanessa stepped close to the full-length mirror.
At forty-three, she was still pretty, damnit. Her lips were full and always attracted looks. Her body was not the skinny, svelte model type, and never was. She was a full-bodied woman, though still with all the right curves. Where her thighs were a bit larger than perhaps some would like, her broad and inviting hips and relatively narrower waist made up for any possible shortfall in the looks of her legs. And there were always her lovely breasts. They were still firm, with medium to large areole and nipples that really reacted to desire. They were now nearly three quarters of an inch long, and hard as nails. She tweaked them once again and felt the electricity shoot all the way down to her pussy and ass. She smiled at herself, her body, her hair, and her lovely breasts. She also stirred again at the site of herself in the mirror with the strap-on assembly in place.
On a lark, she turned away from the mirror, spread her legs, and reached down to the floor. Looking back through her legs she admired and warmed to the scene of her flushed ass, and the strap down her crotch. She could see the sides of the anal dildo’s base poking out from under the sides of the narrow strap. The sight of her pussy lips bulging, swollen, and pushed aside to allow entry of the fat little dildo up her cunt simply iced the cake of physical sensations.
She wiggled her ass to see what that would do, and was pleased with the ripple of her flesh, and the sensation in her loins. She reached up with one hand while shifting her balance slightly to the remaining hand on the floor. With the free hand’s fingers wrapped much harder around the jutting dildo than any woman would ever grasp a real cock, she gritted her teeth as if punishing it and twisted it and pulled and pushed on it vigorously, as if getting even with her non-attendant husband.
This new position and motion served to greatly enhance the sensations from the devices in and around her body. Her hips started to buck with the growing heat in her crotch and her hand stirred the pot enthusiastically with the dildo as a handle. She looked up for a second, just over the surface of the bed, and saw what she wanted within reach. Her dildo hand let go, reached onto the bed and into the toy-box there. It quickly found what she was looking for and immediately stuffed yet another dildo into her mouth. It wouldn’t have her pussy juices on it this time, as she usually liked when she sucked one of her toys, but her body could not wait. She was about to cum in a big way, and didn’t want to interrupt the delicious feelings building in her loins.
With her free hand back on the jutting dildo, she resumed her twisting and jerking motions with her hand clasped tighter than ever. Her mouth was gagged on the dildo and her voice began to emit grunts and groans as she began to bite down on the gelled dong, hard. It was retribution, revenge, sweet revenge for the lack of attention from her man. She knew all along that if this lack of sex from him continued, she’d be out on the prowl for someone else, just as she was sure he was already doing.
She bit the dong nearly in half as her body bucked and jerked under one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. Her ass was bouncing nearly a foot up and down while her hand worked her pussy dong and the rubber triangle on her clit. The proxy dong jutting forward served as a further whipping post for her frustrations and she suddenly began to scream inside her tightly biting mouth and fuck every orifice in her body to complete and utter satisfaction.
When the gyrations subsided, the teeth relaxed, and her hand slackened on the jutting, still satisfyingly hard cock. She let the dildo fall from her mouth and the spent woman dropped to her knees. Her head went down on the floor in exhaustion and her body was supported on her knees and elbows for sometime. She tried not to reflect on the absence of her husband, but on the grace and wonderment of feelings that had just passed through her body. She couldn’t help however, lingering thoughts that it could be even better with her man, if only they could find and build on that magic they once had.
She sighed, worked her way back to her feet, checked the clock, and began to put things away. Matt would be home in a couple hours and she had a few things to do before he arrived.
Anthony’s Gourmet Grocery
Vanessa carried the small basket of items to the counter. “Mama Mia” as all were instructed to call her, the store’s sole proprietor after her loving husband had passed away years ago, smiled as Vanessa approached.
“Vanessa!” Mama Mia exclaimed, “Where is that man of yours? I haven’t seen him in weeks!” She took the basket in her old and wrinkled hands and began to unload it at the register.
Vanessa sighed and answered, “Oh, on business as usual.” She looked at the magazine rack as if totally disinterested in the subject. “He’s coming home today.” Her sighing voice spoke volumes to the wise old Italian.
Mama Mia was in fact feeling a bit feisty today, having received a very uncommon letter from her son on the west coast. He’d found a girl finally! And he wanted to bring her home for the introductions to Mama and friends. Vanessa saw the gleam in her eyes when she looked up and asked, “Why, Mama Mia, what has gotten into you? You look like you just won the Lotto.”
“I have, my sweet girl, I have. Little Anthony is bringing a girl home next week! This could be the one! Eh? The little ones are next? Finally!”
Vanessa smiled at her glee and wondered how she would remind her that her “little Anthony” was older than Vanessa, and unless he was marrying a younger woman, the idea of children was pretty remote.
As if she could read her mind, Mama Mia said, “Aha! I know what you are thinking!” She laughed her most happy laugh. “She is only thirty!” She broke into a laugh again and was happier and more animated than ever before. “My men know better than that!” She laughed some more. Her dead husband had indeed been a full ten years older than she.
Vanessa smiled at first, and then laughed too, more at Mama Mia’s infectious laugh than anything else. Suddenly however, she went very still, and then to a look of total sadness. Her head bowed and her eyes drifted lower. She fiddled with a magazine in attempt to keep from cascading further into a fit of tears.
“What is the matter child?” Mama Mia came around the counter and put her hands on Vanessa’s shoulders. “What is it? Did I say something? Is everything not all right?”
Vanaessa managed to hold back the cry, but not a couple of tears. She turned and said, “Everything is NOT all right, damnit. I’m really happy for you Mama. I truly am. It’s just that, well, Matt and I….”
Mama Mia backed up and smiled. Vanessa said, “I’m serious, we haven’t…”
“Made love in a long time?” Mama Mia asked.
Vanessa’s face changed to one of shock and embarrassment. “How…? How could you .. you are laughing at….”
Mama Mia took Vanessa’s hands in hers and said softly, “I’m not laughing at you Vanessa, or your troubles. I am laughing at how easy it is to fix them!” She really began to let go now.
While Vanessa tried to understand, Mama Mia added in between bouts of gleeful, joyous laughter, “Did you think I didn’t know? Did you think you are the only couple to ever have the marital blues? I could see that in both of you as soon as the boys were off to college! I see it in many of my customers, poor Vanessa. You are not different, just unknowing. That is all.” She simmered down and smiled warmly, still holding Vanessa’s hands.
“But…” Vanessa was unable to form the first of several questions she wanted to ask.
“How?” Mama Mia helped, “Come back here.” She looked around the store to see no one else was around, and led Vanessa around the end of the aisles and back through a curtain to the back of the store. There were a lot more shelves back here, and a lot of goods, mostly non-perishable stuff upon them. She went over to the corner were there was a stairway and asked Vanessa to wait at the bottom.
“I have just what you need, Vanessa, but I must have your promise first.” Mama Mia said as she stepped back down the stairs.
Vanessa looked up at her and followed her down, all the while with a confused look on her face. The old woman seemed to be carrying something small in one hand, held up as if it were precious, and which turned out to be a tiny vial with a cork in one end, and a liquid, slightly yellow, inside. She motioned as if to hand it to the younger woman, but held it back at the last instant. “First, promise. You will never give this to anyone else, and you will never tell anyone about it except Matt. I leave his promise to agree up to you.”
Vanessa was curious as ever she had been, and wanted to reach out and take the vial. “Of course, Mama Mia. You have my word. I’ll tell no one, or give it to anyone. And I can assure you Matthew will abide by the rules. He’s lacking in bed, but not in the head or heart.” She chuckled at her pun then raised a hand toward the vial.
Mama Mia smiled, but didn’t give it to her yet. “This liquid,” She held it up closer to Vanessa’s face, “Is magic. It is a special formula that has been handed down in my family for generations. We have used it to help others through the years, but never given the formula to anyone else.” She thought with her eyes wandering and added, “And now I will be able to pass the formula along to my son!” She smiled and giggled and waited for Vanessa to speak.
Vanessa was still totally puzzled. “That’s, very interesting, Mama, but, what does it do?”
Mama Mia inhaled deeply asking, “What does it do?” She laughed again but finally added, “Nothing!” And she laughed some more.
Vanessa’s face became a bit more firm, indicative of her diminishing patience. Mama Mia noticed this, and chose her moment to speak. She stepped into Vanessa’s space and lowered her voice to a whisper, “This is the ‘Potion of Love.'”
She let the disclosure settle before explaining, “This, with a little help from you and Matthew, will fix all your, uh, problems.” She smiled.
Vanessa didn’t know whether to laugh at the absurdity of it all, dismiss the woman as batty, or listen politely for anything else the old woman had to say. Out of years of friendship and trust, she opted for the latter and waited.
“Hmm.. I see you are puzzled. Vanessa, you are a beautiful woman. I wish I looked like you when I was your age. I also know what it is like to be, uh, virile.” She winked and continued, “Marriage is not an easy thing to keep warm. I had the same problem you are having, with my Anthony.” She crossed herself and blessed his memory.
“The Potion of Love is not a love potion as you may think. It doesn’t just make people fall in love, or uh, you know…” She circled her thumb and forefinger on one hand and poked the index finger of her other hand back and forth through it, while looking around the back room as if to see if anyone were watching her perform such a lewd act.
Vanessa smiled warmly at the adorable woman and asked, “Well if it’s not a love potion, what is it?”
Mama Mia resumed her whisper saying, “It brings love BACK to a relationship,” She hesitated to let the revelation sink in and then added while kicking her foot out provocatively, “While adding a little kick to it!” She laughed at herself once more.
Vanessa listened while the woman continued to instruct her on the potion’s use and effects. They spent another five minutes in the back room before returning to the counter in front and checking out Vanessa’s purchases. Before they finished, Vanessa, now more a believer than before but still less than 100%, suddenly said, “Wait!”
Mama Mia smiled while the younger woman rushed for something which Mama already knew what would be. Upon returning to the counter. Vanessa realized that she’d already cum twice this afternoon, once really hard, and she sure didn’t want to spoil their fun if indeed the silly potion actually worked, and Matthew complied. What a dream that would be, she thought as she dropped a jar of KY Jelly on the counter. If all things went as the old woman predicted, which was probably the most improbable thing she could imagine, she might need some additional lubrication.
Mama Mia laughed and took the jar away saying, “You won’t need this sweetheart, believe me. You just do as I told you, ok?” Come by tomorrow if you can. Let me know how happy you are!” She laughed yet again, further frustrating Vanessa, yet further intriguing her as well.
49 Bayside Circle, Port Washington, on the north shore of Long Island, New York
“This is it,” Mathew announced to the driver as they pulled up in front of his house. The cab stopped and let him out as Matt grabbed his overnight bag and slung it over his shoulder. He walked forward, paid the fare and tip and turned toward the front door. Another trip ended, this time with even a lousy lay, and another boring night at home about to begin. He thought about what games would be on tonight to occupy his time until he felt tired enough to go to sleep. His thoughts hardly included visions of his wife. It was only as she surprised him at the door that she reentered his mind, and quite unexpectedly so.
Vanessa raised up on her tip toes to hug and kiss her husband very uncharacteristically. He usually opened the door with his key and let out the usual announcement, “Honey, I’m home,” and walked to the foyer table to check the mail. This time there was no such walk. This time, he saw over his wife’s shoulder, in the midst of a strong embrace and a heated, tongue accentuated kiss, that the dinning room table set, with two candles burning.
“Whoa, what’s this all about?” He asked, letting his wife lean her head back while still held by his arms around her back. He was smiling at her from a similar pose.
Vanessa smiled back and said, “A very special evening, Matt, and it just started.” She was beaming warmth all over, obviously excited about something and Matt was surely not about to upset her. Hell, he wasn’t all that displeased with the hot kiss either. Maybe it would lead to something more later on.
They walked together to the dining room and Vanessa immediately brought out a rib-eye steak with baked potato and Brussels sprouts. She smiled in advance, knowing what he would say.
“Beef, Brains and Potato’s! Yum yum!” It never changed. Matt had explained the different name to the kids for years until they started calling Brussels sprouts what they looked like to their father, “brains.”
“Breakfast of lovers,” Vanessa responded, again as always, embarrassing the kids, but not the parents. Tonight her echo evoked different emotions, in the only other person present, her husband.
They sat down and Matt refrained from asking what was going on. As they ate, he looked at his wife and noticed something very different about her. She was radiant tonight. Her hair was not changed, but truly combed and waved in such a way as it looked like it had been groomed by an expert. Her eyes were made up as if they were going out. Maybe that was it. They were going to a party. She was wearing a silk blouse, unbuttoned uncharacteristically down low in her cleavage. She was wearing a skirt too, he suddenly realized, and now he was sure they were going out. Probably some movie, he thought, and she was buttering him up before asking. Another woman’s flick, thought the devil in him. “You look… radiant tonight, sweetheart,” The angel in him said.
They chitchatted through dinner and Matt continued to resist asking. When they’d finished their meal, and some homemade ice cream that both considered their private specialty, they dropped their dishes in the sink as usual, but for some reason, Vanessa wanted to wash them by hand tonight, together, instead of using the dishwasher. This did not coincide with an evening out.
They finished that chore only after Vanessa had pushed her breasts into Matt’s arms, chest and just about his face several times, “by mistake.” He wondered what was going on with his wife, and wondered again at what was going on with him. His pants were beginning to pinch his growing shaft. The previous night he’d had to work to experience an orgasm, through no help from the rather deadpan one-nighter he was with, and now he was hornier than he’d been the whole trip. Interesting.
When they were all done with the cleanup, Vanessa took the towel from his grasp and folded it and hung on the under sink door. She’d kept smiling at him the whole time, and made sure to push her delightful ass up in the air at him as she’d bent down. There went the pinching in his pants again.
“Vanessa, what…?” He was cut off.
Vanessa grabbed his tie with a provocative smile on her lips, and pulled him out of the kitchen. Something was up, of that Matthew was sure. The only question was what it was going to cost. Yet even this thought was pushed back by reality’s experience. She had never felt she had to convince him of anything in the past, at least not so much as to have to hide her intentions in drama. She’d always spoken freely. They’d never had a problem with “permissions” like for buying something new, or deciding on a vacation. Each had always taken the other into account in any decisions, automatically. So what could possibly be going on here?
She sat them down on the floor of all places, directly in front of the fireplace. Naturally, in the middle of summer, the thing was turned off, allowing the house’s air conditioning to do its job. What surprised Matthew however, were two icy drinks sitting on coasters on the fireplace hearth. These had been there for some time, or just placed there while Matt was drying the last of the dishes. He was still trying to figure this out when Vanessa pulled a small vial from behind the poker rack and held it up between them.
They were sitting cross-legged before each other, a position slightly more comfortable for his wife than it was for Matt. He hoped she would not sit this way in other circumstances, for her skirt was forced to ride up her thighs enough for him to see the tops of her stockings and the crotch of her white, lacey panties. The sight was somewhat stirring and he fought back the temptation to reach out, or even say something, as usual. Why was that, he wondered. The previous night had been such a letdown, and here was this gorgeous wench before him, a woman he knew from experience he could enjoy and give enjoyment too, and the two of them were so willing to let that opportunity go by.
“Now don’t laugh. I got this from Mama Mia today, and it has been in her family for generations, so we know it lives up to its billing.” She held the vial up and looked into its contents through the glass before holding it closer for him to do the same.
Matthew rolled his eyes and wondered at the same time what was happening. This was not like his wife. She was a practical woman. Sure, she watched the women’s channels and chatted with her girlfriends like birds in a tree, but this was totally out of the box for her. “Honey, the dinner was absolutely a wonderful surprise, and seeing you in such a, well, sexy outfit,” He looked and nodded toward her open legs, a look she let go with a sly grin on her face. “But this is just not like you.”
“This is a very special potion, honey.” She ignored his dismissal and continued, “Mama Mia says it will give us something to bring love back into our lives.” She smiled, obviously not only convinced of its powers, but already living as if they’d been activated. She moved her legs slightly, probably to alter her position for comfort, and her panties became even more visible.
Matt’s retort to her revelations was interrupted by the growing member in his pants. Stretched across his groin as they were, the two legs of his trousers left room for his groin to move without revealing movement. Yet he was definitely reacting to the view.
Vanessa continued, “We have drifted apart, Matt, in bed. We both did this, not just one. I don’t blame you and I don’t feel you blame me…” She hesitated before asking, “Do you?”
Matthew tried to respond with the same seriousness his wife was displaying. He thought quickly about the condition and state of their physical relationship and agreed. It was neither of their faults alone, but both their responsibilities together. “No, I don’t blame you. I don’t know why we have let that part of our lives go away. We have always been so good together. When the boys finally left I thought we would get back to our college days variety of sex and yet we just drifted further apart. I’m glad you don’t blame me, Baby, but… does it mean there’s something wrong with us?” He hated getting so close to the real fear, that they were finished.
Vanessa too, hated the idea, but was just as close to such a conclusion, and didn’t want to be. But she had a renewed faith that she needed to impart to her husband. “Honey, I want to try this. It’s just a single drop. That’s all it takes, Mama Mia says.” She didn’t wait for an answer from Matt and popped the little cork out of the vial. She lifted her glass first, and carefully tilted the vial until a single drop fell from its lip to her drink. Straightening, she looked at her husband with a sly smile, before drinking the entire vodka martini in one hoist.
Matthew was shocked. She’d never drunk like that before. She was the nearest thing to a tea-totler he could imagine, barely sipping a drink if one was ever pushed before her. And here she’d taken the entire contents of her glass like a sailor his first night in port. He watched her for any further reaction.
Vanessa watched herself too, surprised at her audacity and smiling at her accomplishment. The vodka went down fast, but left a lingering burn in her throat that now seemed pleasurable in its presence. After a moment or two, she remembered what Mama Mia had told her. It is important that less than five minutes pass between their taking of the potion. She leaned over this time, not trusting herself with raising her husband’s full glass, and carefully doled a drop of the potion into Matt’s glass where it stood on the hearth.
As she leaned, Matt noticed one side of her ass rising off the floor. The upper knee came up a bit more than necessary, perhaps to balance her, or perhaps by intention. It didn’t matter. Matt got a much larger flash of his wife’s panty laden crotch, and the smooth white flesh above her gartered stockings. She was wearing them, just like she used to when they had planned a night of heated sex in the past. The garter straps were white as well, while the hose now stood out as a fine material of mostly transparent black. His cock stirred considerably now and he had to use his hand to free up his shorts to let it extend. It was unclear as to whether Vanessa had seen him do this.
She leaned back up and with an obvious movement of her head, indicated he should pick up the glass. Her eyes then tried to impart a similar message, blinking and looking from the glass to Matt and back again.. Finally, Matt smiled and reached for the glass. What harm could it do? The old woman probably had sugar water in the vial, and all this was, was a wishful hoax from one woman to another.
As he leaned to retrieve the glass, his eyes scanned his wife’s blouse, and the wide-open cleavage she’d left with the open buttons. Her large, creamy tits were clearly visible above the lace of the bra, so much so he could just see the tops of her areole. Again his pants tightened around him.
Matt made some fanfare of the act of retrieving and hoisting the glass to his lips, stopping just before the liquid touched his mouth. He looked at Vanessa, who was looking on with earnest anticipation, prompting him to tease her with delay. He brought the glass down from his lips and acted nonchalant as he asked, “Are you sure this stuff is safe?”
Vanessa didn’t know whether to smack him, kiss him, or attack him! She was already getting hotter and hornier for his body than she could remember. She looked down at his groin and swore she could see his bulge growing. “Of course it’s safe, you tease! Drink it, now!” She boldly lifted one knee so she could be sure he saw the prize that awaited him.
Matt’s eyes opened large as he looked down her raised thigh at the clearly visible wet panties between his wife’s legs. In one gulp, he downed the whole drink and leaned in to grab her thighs. They kissed with their tongues deep in each other’s mouths and hands began to rove. It was only seconds before they were both clawing at each other’s sex and long past wondering just how far this potion of Mama Mia was going to drive them. For the moment, they were desperate to join their bodies in coital bliss.
“NO!” Vanessa pushed back. “Not yet!” She was torn between smiling at her finally revived husband’s libido, and screaming in frustration at not letting him take her then and there. But Moma Mia had given her specific instructions to delay, to force themselves into “various acts of excitement.” She’d said, “Think of some things you have never done before, that he must participate in, before he can have you the first NEW time.”
“The first NEW time?!” Vanessa had responded with surprise. Mama Mia had simply smiled and held up the vial again.
So now was that time, the heated wife recognized, to stop the action and take on new tactics before she let them get off course. “Take me into the bedroom first, Matt. There are more surprises for us.” She was already getting into a mood of oneness with him, a feeling she hoped and thought he was beginning to share.
He pulled back at her request, and quickly offered, “You name it Honey! Wow! This stuff really works! How can that be?” He rose, reached down to pull his wife up by both hands, and pulled her too him in a long, full bodied hug and kiss. “What is it? Some kind of Spanish Fly?”
They began gyrating on each other’s parts quickly and once again, Vanessa had to stop their action and turn back the pace. “Whoa there Stallion, the bedroom, remember?”
Matt picked her up in a sweep of her feet with one arm and cradling her with the other. He probably hadn’t done this in twenty years, but it sure seemed natural at that moment. Whatever the little drop of liquid was in his drink, he was feeling freer and more in heat than he could remember. He dropped his head and kissed her breast as he walked her into the bedroom and stopped at the bed. Then he kissed her again on the lips, tongue searching, before placing her gently on the mattress below.
She was immediately sitting up and peeling off his belt and pants. Unbuttoning his shirt while his pants began to fall under their own weight, she then pushed down his jockey shorts and took his now stiffened cock and fed it into her flushed lips.
Matt groaned with the pleasure of her touch and the warmth of her mouth all over his cock. She handled his balls with on hand, while the other began drifting all over him, finally winding up between his legs with a finger pushing lightly at his back door. That was new! He felt the jerk in his body at her touch there, a jerk that served to push his cock deeper into his wife’s throat. Another groan preceded his joining her with his hips in a pace she was producing with both her hand on his balls and the thumb or whatever at his anus. She was pulling him and pushing, pumping his entire hip area, and he was loving it.
When he felt that irresistible sensation of orgasm approaching, he said, “Oh Honey, you better stop soon…” But he knew it was already too late. His wife must have known too, for she only increased her tempo, pressing and sucking until he spewed forth a volume of sperm she hadn’t had in her mouth in years. She felt her own orgasm tingle through her pussy lips and up her spine as she gobbled the hot jism down her throat, milking him with her hand to extract every last drop.
When they finally subsided, they were both amazed at how horny they still were. Matt’s cock didn’t shrink a bit. Vanessa’s desire didn’t diminish either. It was time to follow instructions and move on. With slow but deliberate movement, she pulled her head back but held his cock and balls in her hand. With her other hand, she pulled him down beside her on the bed, and asked him, “Just sit there for a moment.”
She began to get up, but stopped before doing so and looked at him closely, “Are you still as hot and horny as I am, Honey?”
“Baby, whatever that potion was, is, I want a gallon of it! I just came a bucket down your throat, and at this very second I have never wanted you more! Where the hell are you going?” He tried lightly to hold her back, but she rose and went to the closet.
Returning moments later with a box, she put it on her dressing table and turned to face him, still fully dressed. The look on her face was one of wanton lust. She knew the potion was really taking hold now for she had never felt this horny before. The mere sight of her husband sitting there on the bed, naked, stiff as a board, drove her crazy. She had to have his entire body inside her before this was over.
Her first act was to retrieve another device she’d purchased from her favorite, specialty web site. She walked with it over to his position, and stood between his legs and directly in front of his face. He didn’t mind this at all and began to fondle her ample breasts through her blouse and bra while she was doing whatever with her straps and things. They both received their share of pleasure while he pulled on her nipples alternately with his teeth, while coning a single breast at a time in both hands. He was amazed at how firm and enticing they still were, and she was feeling the tingling all the way back to her pussy again with his touch. How long she had waited for this touch!
“Sit back in the middle of the bed and lie down, Sweetheart.” She said, quite matter-of-factly.
He looked up, decided his current state of desire was so intense he’d do anything she asked, and followed her instructions. As he did so, Vanessa was tending to straps and whatever that hung off the harness she had applied to his upper torso. As he moved, he felt the device tightening more and more, until when he finally laid down, his chest felt comfortably secured in a kind of web.
“Put your hands over your head,” She commanded, with just a little more firmness in each consecutive word.
He did so with no hesitation and wondered why she was getting sharper in tone. He next felt and heard Velcro straps going around his wrists and was suddenly aware that his hands were now secured to the straps extending from the back of his harness, tightly to the rails on the head of their bed. While he was getting the sense of this restriction, another Velcro band was applied to each of his feet, though this one was equally puzzling. Apparently she had fixed more of the straps from his harness to the corners of the foot of their bed, and he simply let her move his ankles up till they were almost touching his ass. The interesting part now, was that she had affixed those ankles to the lower straps, and he was totally secured, and totally exposed on their bed. He couldn’t move anything but his head, and with that he strained to see his wife.
She made it difficult for him by standing at the foot of the bed, instead of to the side where he could simply turn his head to see her. This way, he had to raise his head up, straining his neck muscles to do so, and therefore forcing him relax every now and then to keep from cramping his neck. In the time that he was able to look, he was able to see his very sexy wife discard her blouse, her skirt, and after a few sexy gyrations of her hips and arms, her bra and panties. She kept her garter belt and stockings in place, while taking a long and deliberate sniff of the crotch of her panties.
Matt’s dick was dipping down to his stomach, then springing up like a rocket about to be launched from a mobile vehicle. It was pulsing up and down like this quickly as he watched his wife perform. She was using her tongue on her lips, reaching out now and then to touch his bouncing shaft, and swinging her beautiful hair in twirls of delight. Matt had to have her, and badly. He’d completely forgotten that he’d had a lousy orgasm the night before, and a terrific one just minutes ago. She folded her panties around his cock and pumped it up and down a few strokes. Then she placed the panties on his face and watched him inhale their aroma. She tossed them aside and stood still once again.
Vanessa smiled at the effect the drug was having on both of them. This was exactly the kind of romantic, lustful experience she’d been longing for since the kids had left home. This was better than that! She was about to do things she’d never even dreamed of before! And thanks to Mama Mia and her family’s Potion for Love, she was about to live a dream. She reached into the bag and pulled out the narrow anal dildo.
Matt thought he was going to cum without touching himself. What the hell was his pristine, delicious wife up to? They were both obviously way out of character here, though he wasn’t complaining a bit. What the hell was in that vial!? He watched as she agonizingly slowly inserted the slender imitation cock up through her pussy lips and fully within her cunt.
When she moaned at the pleasure, Matt echoed her sounds. He humped his hips up once at the delicious sensations running through his body. He wanted her to touch him so bad his cock actually hurt. But it only go worse when his innocent loving wife pulled the visibly wet dildo from her pussy and pushed it right up her ass, as if she’d been doing this for years. He was nuts with passion for her at that moment and wanted desperately to cum inside her while the dildo was up her ass. He yelled at his wanton wife, “Oh Baby! Fuck me Baby! Come over here and sit on my hard cock, Honey!”
She laughed with abandon at her husband’s lust and began to work the dildo in and out of her ass for him. He was squirming on the bed, watching her rotate its end around in circles outside her ass, trying desperately to get his cock to make contact with something, anything to bring him off. She said nothing as she brought the strap on assembly from the box. She merely smiled as if he weren’t in the room, and held it up above her head as if to inspect it.
Matthew Roderick was going nuts with lust. He was long past any sense of humility or shyness. The fact that he was tied up on the bed, his sex totally exposed and vulnerable, only served to augment the lustful thoughts flying through his mind as he saw yet another totally uncharacteristic item in his wife’s hands. He was doubly shocked when he noticed the reciprocal dildo, just as she began to insert the bigger of the two cocks into her cunt.
“Oh my God, Vanessa! You are driving me nuts! I have to fuck you Baby, NOW!” He was writhing on the bed.
She looked at him in pity, but with a smile and soon the lust returned. The drug was almost scaring her now, it’s effects seeming to show no sign of abating in either of them. She took a firm, two handed hold of the jutting end of the device and slid the mighty dildo completely up her pussy. For a few pumps, she fucked herself in front of her husband’s eyes. “I want you to do this to me Baby, all the time now, do you understand?” She rolled her eyes in pleasure as she pumped herself a few more times.
Matt was speechless watching her. He just couldn’t believe what the drug had done to them. They were animals in heat. They had never experienced anything like this before, probably never would again, and yet, he didn’t want it to stop, ever. His wife ceased her motions suddenly however, and she slowly removed the dildo from her pussy. He watched closely as she slowly dragged it from her now sopping cunt, letting the swollen lips of her slit close as the device departed.
Vanessa began to apply the device to her body. While she looked into her husband’s eyes and smiled, her lip curling every now and then as more of her work was completed, she slipped the reciprocating dildo up her cunt and applied the rest of the device, securing it around her with a little extra tightness this time. It was built for her to ride, and for once, she was going to get her chance to do just that.
“Honey,” She said, standing with her hands on her hips and waiting for her husband’s head to raise up again at the unbelievable sight, “I am going to fuck YOU now.” She looked seriously at him and added, “I’m going to fuck you the way I want you to fuck me, do you understand?”
He simply stared at her. His neck was cramping because he had held his head up too long. But he couldn’t stop staring at her! She was magnificent! Her breasts were pointed with steeled nipples, aiming directly at him. Her lush hips reached out beyond the tightened strap around her waist, her ass poised and begging behind her. A moderately sized dildo stuck out from her pubic bone, where a smooth skin and small patch of hair should have been. And he knew intimately that there were now TWO dildo’s in her holes, all this while he watched her! He couldn’t speak he was so full of lust for his delicious wife. “Ohhhhhhhh….”
Vanessa mounted the bed and stood above him for a minute, between his spread knees. When she didn’t move, Matthew began bucking his hips up at her, and finally found his voice, “Oh yes Baby! Fuck me Baby, up the ass, any way you want! Just do me Baby, before I explode here, into oblivion! OHHHH…. FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKK MMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
She smiled at his wanton lust and desire, and kneeled down between his legs. His eyes bulged in anticipation of a foreign object going up his ass, especially one pushed there by his wife! It was new, all new to him. He’d never even fantasized about another man, but he did admit that when a couple of the women he’d had over the years had pressed on his ass, he’d been deeply stirred by the action. Now he was going to find out what it was like to be fucked. His own wife was going to brutally take his anal virginity with a cock that would push another like it right back into her, and probably stimulate the other one in her ass too while she fucked him. It was all too much and he wanted to cry out for more of her and more of the drug.
Vanessa’s eyes were bulging too. She stared at his as she felt her way to his ass and guided the elastic cock to its entrance. She wanted to warn him that her juices may have partially dried already, but for some reason couldn’t speak. She saw his mouth open too, but similarly, nothing came out. She pushed forward as she thought a man might were the roles reversed.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh……” Came a low, guttural groan from Matthew. His eyes closed and his head tilted back, mouth open wide.
The dildo broke through his sphincter muscle, and they rested that way for a moment. Vanessa began to pull back, but Matthew quickly used whatever leeway he had to hump his hips up at her to let her know he wanted, needed more. She hesitated momentarily, then pushed forward slowly. Another, lower groan, though less in volume, emitted from deep within her husband. It was obvious that he was undergoing some pain, but far more pleasure, and Vanessa began to loosen the reigns on her own lust. She pushed forward harder and the medium sized dildo pushed clear up his ass to its base.
They both let their heads back to savor the moment. Neither could believe their sex had been so vacant for so long, and suddenly so absolutely unbelievable in one fell swoop. Their lives had just taken an entirely new tact. This miracle drug had just changed their lives not only to the better, but it had transformed them into dreams being fulfilled. How did it do this? They wondered, but then again, they didn’t care. They began to gyrate their forms and Vanessa reached around and undid his wrists and his ankles as they moved.
Matthew’s hands came immediately up to his wife’s breasts and massaged them firmly but without pain to her. He pulled on her nipples and let them fly. They smiled and even laughed in the ecstasy of their feelings and the joy their bodies were feeling. Eventually, Matt reached up and pulled her down to him, crushing her breasts against his chest, but pulling her ass with his hands, to maximize her penetration of his own. The contact of sandwiching his cock between her stomach and his was all that was needed to initiate one of the sharpest and longest orgasms he had ever had. They both felt the cum squirting from his cock, squeezing and slurping between their bodies as Vanessa started an explosive orgasm of her own.
She continued to fuck her husband in the ass, forcing the most delicious feelings in her pussy at the same time, and feeling his hands on her ass just pulling her harder and harder to him. Her orgasm immediately followed the start of Matt’s and they rolled them out together in a frenzy of pumping, groaning, sweating and penetration. They both left the planet and soared as eagles over the rest of their lives and the world below. They were one, totally linked, and totally simplified to the only emotions that really mattered. Their love for each other, and their lust for each other at that moment were one. There was no separating between them.
The orgasms lasted for sometime, but of course came to an end eventually. When they did, the two of them collapsed, Vanessa on top of Matt, and held there in his strong arms. Neither tried to remove anything from any orifice. They simply lay there, kissing each other slightly every few minutes, but resting and regaining some of their spent strength.
After a time, Vanessa raised her head and smiled down at her husband. “I don’t….”
He put a finger to her lips, “Say nothing. Just let it wash over us, Baby.”
It was as if he knew she was going to tell him she had no idea what was happening with the potion, or what might be next. She was delighted he felt the same way as her. After what they’d just experienced, how could it go wrong?
Eventually, she pulled her jutting dildo from her husband’s ass and kissed him as she undid the straps of his harness. While he got out of its remnants, she removed the strap-on device from her body, and the anal dildo. She had just placed them in the box when her husband put his arms around her from behind. “You are not going to believe this Honey,” He heard whispered in her ear, “But I am going to take you now.”
She shivered in the unbelievable delight that he was still horny for more. This was just so perfect, she had to pinche her clit to be sure she was awake. Matthew turned his wife around, lifted her off her feet, and pulled her thighs slightly, motioning her to clamp them around his waist, while he remained standing. He used one hand to reach around behind her and guide his still rock hard cock to her pussy’s luscious lips. With one jerk of his hips, he impaled her on his shaft and they both gasped in the ambrosial sensation of its presence in her pussy.
Slowly, still standing and supporting both their weights like a college athlete, he began to pump his wife’s vaginal tunnel with his cock. She groaned in pleasure as he did, beginning a rhythmic movement of her hips to complement his own. She wondered at first how he was handling all their weight, but remembered the magic drug and smiled. Whatever it did, it had brought them to a point in their lives she’d never imagined, nor even in her earlier wildest dreams had hoped for. She held her man tightly around the shoulders, her hand caressing the back of his head as she kissed him profusely.
Matt couldn’t get enough of his wife. She was the hottest, horniest thing he’d ever seen or touched. He tried his best to ram his shaft up her body until he could taste it in his mouth, and still he tried for more. He held his arms around her, one hand on each ass cheek, pulling her onto him as never before. The tighter together they became, the more they pulled for even more. Never again would he have to go elsewhere for satisfaction, he thought, when the ultimate in satisfaction was right here in his arms.
They rocked faster and faster on his feet as they neared yet another orgasm together. The sensations in each were building from the point where her clit rubbed his pubic bone, all the way up to their brains and out to their limbs. They each kept pulling the other closer until the pressure between them only added to the sweat dripping down their bodies. The heat of the couple was more than the sum of each as they began to jerk and hump in orgasmic delight with each beat of their hearts. Their bodies once again joined in spirit as well as physically, and they simply fell inside each other’s abyss of pleasure.
Some time later, lying side by side in bed, Matt looked over at the window and noticed it was dark outside. They’d slept for awhile after their lovemaking and he had no idea, nor did he care, what time it was. He reached over his wife’s body and pulled on her shoulder to wrap her back in his arms. She was only half awake as she slipped a thigh between his and they made mutual contact with each other’s thigh to sex contact. It wasn’t long before they were making love again, this time with Vanessa sitting on his loins while he, backed up against the headboard, licked and sucked on her tits. Yet another orgasm overtook them soon enough and they fell back to sleep once again in blissful satisfaction.
Twice more before morning’s light, they awoke, enjoyed each other’s bodies and fell back to sleep Matt took her in the ass for the first time during one of these sessions and held her in the doggie style position while he bent down after to clean her off with his tongue. Before he was done, his wife pulled him back to her and shared his find with him as they kissed themselves back to sleep.
It was after ten the next day, a weekday that they suddenly realized they’d overslept. When Vanessa tried to sit up and tell him she’d start breakfast so he could at least go to work not hungry, he simply pulled her back to him and said, “Fuck work today.”
Vanessa fell back into his arms and suggested, “No, fuck me today.” And he did.
This dreamland of waking and fucking and sleeping went on until after three in the afternoon. Finally, they agreed, they could take no more. The only solution to get some rest, was ironically to get out of bed. They laughed as they both headed for the shower at once, but decided one last soapy fling under the water wouldn’t hurt. They wrote it off to the last remnants of the drug and finally emerged from the house for a walk, fully clothed, and satiated like never before.
They walked silently and aimlessly through the suburban streets, smiles on both faces. Through gravity, or magnetism, and without saying a word to each other, they found themselves walking into the village and over to Mama Mia’s store. After looking at each other before they entered, they smiled and went in. Mama Mia came bustling out from behind the counter with perhaps the biggest smile on her face ever. She knew her solution had worked, could tell as much by the sight of Matthew with his arm firmly around his loving wife. “Oh, you two are sooooooooooooooo good to see.”
Vanessa and Matt began to speak simultaneously, then laughed. Matthew managed to speak first. He took Mama Mia’s hand in one of his and said, “Mama, I don’t know how to thank you for that magic potion. I have no idea what it is…”
She was smiling so hard she was almost unable to interrupt him with the word, “Love.”
Matthew hesitated, then continued, “Yes, uh, ‘Love Potion’, I don’t….”
But she interrupted him again. “No, you silly thing, LOVE. Whatever happened between you was LOVE, not that sugar water I gave to your wife.” She began beaming so broadly she started to laugh.
The couple were confused. Love? Vanessa managed to ask, “You mean, that vial you gave me…”
“Sugar water. I told you it was nothing!” She laughed some more before adding, “Oh, a little food coloring mixed in, but nothing but water and a little sweetness to go along with the tons of sweetness you both already had for each other.” She waited for the realization to sink in. “Your minds were the only thing in your way! The ‘Potion of Love,’ merely let you think with your hearts and souls.”
After Vanessa and Matthew absorbed the astounding revelation, and began to reflect internally on all its ramifications, all good, since it meant they were truly and naturally as horny and loving toward each other as they were last night, they smiled openly at the little old woman.
Matthew finally said, “Mama Mia, you are one beautiful lady. Come on! We are taking you out to dinner! I don’t care what time it is!” He started to pull her by the arm.
They were all smiling, but Mama Mia stood her ground. “Oh, no you don’t. You too could be dangerous! I can only imagine what mischief you got into last night! No, I’ll stay here where I am in control. You two run along and I don’t ever want to see a frown on either of your faces again! You understand?” She scolded them with her wagging finger and a smile.
The couple laughed and turned to leave. They thanked their deliverer profusely and kept doing so as they made their way toward the exit. Just before they opened the door, they heard Mama ask, “Vanessa darling?”
They turned around to face her and she held up a jar of KY Jelly. “Need this honey?”
Vanessa beamed with the humor of the woman, looked briefly at her husband and back at Mama Mia. “Oh no, Mama, like you and your Potion of Love, we make our own.” They turned and left the store, arms around each other’s back.
Mama Mia dropped her arm and looked again at the plastic jar. Then she looked back at the door and said, “Well you may not need this, but I’m an old woman!” Her devious smile augmented the appearance of the jaunty swinging of her hips as she disappeared into the back room of the gourmet grocery store.