Part 1
"It's a compound of different drugs," Jack explained. "They're all fully tested and declared safe. They are prescribed in larger doses every day. One group reduces anxiety and inhibitions, they give a feeling of relaxation and contentment, make you feel good. Another group increases hormone levels, they've been used on women who think they're frigid to encourage the sex drive. Another makes the body more sensitive to stimulation. Another puts the subject in a more suggestible state, the sort of things used with hypnosis."
"So what does it actually do?" Wendy asked.
Jack grinned. "It's an aphrodisiac."
Wendy laughed.
"It's quite mild in terms of drug content, but it's very potent because of the combination. They were a long time concocting it and got good results, but the Director died in a car accident along with his assistant. They were the only ones who knew what had been developed. The papers and equipment were sold off in auction. I bought the lot for next to nothing and got hold of the formula and a small supply of pills. I've checked the pills, they contain what the formula says. I've checked the formula, the drugs are all tried and tested. I've read the results, the Director had a wonderful time testing on his assistant. Now I don't know what to do with what I've got. I don't want to be ripped off by some big company. Also, selling so called aphrodisiacs is not a good career move for a serious researcher and I don't want to lose my reputation. So I need someone I trust to market them sensibly. Not a get rich quick merchant, someone who will go slowly and develop the potential without making waves. That's what I'm offering you."
"It sounds wonderful," I said. "I just start selling drugs and make my fortune."
"There's nothing in these pills that anyone could do you for. They can all be bought across the counter. You could get in trouble if the results are as amazing as the notes say. Anyway, you can have the lot if you want, if you don't then I'm dropping the whole thing. Handle it whatever way you like."
And that was how this started.
Wendy made a cup of tea. She was amused by the whole thing. She didn't believe it at all, but liked laughing about it.
"Who can you sell it too?" she asked. "We could advertise in a naughty magazine."
"I don't see how we could sell it at all. We have no idea if it works or not. The stuff could be dangerous."
"It's all crap,” Wendy said. My wife doesn’t skirt around her opinions. “Have you tried one Jack?"
"No, but it shouldn't be dangerous," Jack said. "There's nothing in it that I haven't taken before, and then in larger quantities.”
"So you take a pill and we'll see," Wendy said. "Or is it designed to only work on women?" She grinned.
"According to the notes it is less effective on men."
"It would be. So you would be happy to take one?"
Jack shrugged. "It wouldn't worry me."
"Go on then," Wendy took the bottle of pills and tipped them out on the table, "take one."
Jack shrugged, picked up a pill and swallowed it.
"How do you feel?"
"Fine, it will take some time to get into the blood stream, about twenty minutes I should think."
"Well I'm not going to sit watching, I have dinner to prepare. You should have one as well, Will, then you'll be able to sort Jack out if he becomes sex craved and starts to attack the cat." She picked up a pill and held it in front of me. "Open up." I opened my mouth and she popped it in, smiled and went out to the kitchen.
Jack and I sat there. We didn't talk much, we were both waiting to see what would happen. Nothing did. Time passed. Wendy came back from the kitchen and grinned at the two of us.
"Well how are the aphrodisiac kids feeling?"
"Pretty much as normal," I said.
"Me too," Jack said. He sounded disappointed.
"Well never mind. Are you staying to dinner Jack?" Wendy asked.
"If I'm invited."
"You're invited."
"I've got a bottle of wine at home, shall I fetch it?"
"Good idea. Be back for eight."
Jack nodded. He picked up a pill from the table and looked at it, then shrugged and popped it in his mouth. "Maybe it needs two," he said. He left for the wine.
"Another wonderful business idea bites the dust," Wendy said.
"It's not supposed to be so effective on men," I said.
"I'll bet you an amazing sexual experience to breakfast in bed that it has the same lack of effect on me that it had on you. The stuff in it is harmless, that makes it harmless. Watch." She picked up a pill and popped it in her mouth. "Now we shall find out if there are any wonderful aphrodisiac qualities." She grinned and went back to the kitchen.
I sat there feeling very relaxed. Wendy came back. "Go and have a shower and change."
I went upstairs. The water felt good on my body. I pulled on a pair of trousers and a T shirt and went down.
Wendy was humming quietly in the kitchen. "It'll be ready in an hour. My turn for a shower." She stretched and smiled at me, a very warm smile. "What should I wear this evening?"
"How about your little black dress and your black stockings."
"You're still hoping the pills will work. You're a real optimist."
Soon after Wendy went up Jack arrived carrying two bottles of wine. "That's for with the meal, that's for now." He went to the kitchen and came back with three glasses and an open bottle. "I don't know if it's wishful thinking, but I think the pill has had an effect. I feel very relaxed. And with a bit of that inside us we shall feel even better. Where’s the lovely Wendy?"
"She’s gone to change, the food's in the oven and will be ready in about an hour."
We sat and sipped at the wine. I was feeling very mellow.
"Wendy's got a lovely body," Jack said. "She's a very attractive woman. You're a lucky man."
"I certainly am," I said. "She's having a shower." I thought of her in the shower. "She'll be soaping her breasts."
"That's a lovely image," Jack said.
"She's got very nice breasts."
"I'd like to see them," Jack said.
I nodded. Jack didn't usually say things like that. "It's rather unlikely," I said, "She doesn't flash them around much, even for me."
"That's a pity."
"Bit of a waste really," I said. "But it's nice thinking of her in the shower soaping her breasts."
"Very. Do you watch her showering?"
"No," I laughed, "but I'm allowed to use my imagination."
"She's out of the shower."
We could hear Wendy moving around. We sipped our wine and waited for her.
When Wendy came down she was wearing the little black dress I'd mentioned. She hadn't ever worn it much since she first got it. She usually felt too embarrassed by the way it moulded itself to her body and the length of leg it showed.
"You look fantastic," Jack said.
"Thank you," Wendy answered. "This is Will's favourite dress. He thinks it's very sexy."
"And you've put the stockings on," I said. "You look wonderful."
She smiled at me, "I feel wonderful. Very relaxed. Is there any wine for me?"
I got up and poured her a glass. She sat on the settee. I gave her the wine and sat beside her.
She sipped. "Mmm, that tastes good," She drank some more. "I put on some lipstick, do you like it? It's a deeper red than I usually use."
"It looks very kissable," I said. So I lent forward and kissed her. She stayed relaxed. Usually she didn't like being physically affectionate when there were other people around.
"We need some music," Wendy said. She got up and went over to the CD player. The music crept into the room. She turned and looked over at us and smiled.
"You should dance," Jack said.
Wendy laughed, then began moving to the music. Most unlike her.
"Beautiful, a dream come to life. We need mood lighting," I said. I dimmed the main lights. Wendy was still swaying to the music, her eyes were closed and a small smile hovered round her lips.
"And a stage," Jack said. "The dancer needs a stage."
"I've got one," I pulled the long, low and very solid coffee table into the centre of the room. "Onto your stage Wendy."
Wendy has never been much of an exhibitionist, but she just smiled, slipped off her shoes and stepped up onto the coffee table. She began to move to the music again. I sat on the settee and watched.
Wendy moved well, slowly and sensuously weaving her body up and down, hips twisting, breasts thrust forward. Her arms moved, first up and out, stretching till they met above her head then slowly down stroking her hair, her neck, her breasts, her belly, then out and up again. Her eyes were closed and there was a dreamy expression on her face.
"Take the dress off," Jack said. His voice was husky.
Wendy opened her eyes and smiled at me. He hands smoothed over her breasts again, then down her belly to her hips. She eased the dress up a little so that the tops of her stockings were uncovered, then her hands went up again, belly, breasts, high in the air, her hips turning, legs slightly parted.
"Take it off," I said.
She smiled again, then, eyes on me, she slid her hands down her body, took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up slowly. She paused when it reached her waist.
