Wendy was quiet all morning. In the afternoon she finally spoke to me.
"Was that really those pills? I can't believe how I felt and what I did. Was it the effect of the pills and you two obviously feeling randy, or ... I don't know."
"Or are you just a wanton harlot who took advantage of a situation?"
She blushed and nodded.
"We need a trial. Give someone a pill without telling them."
"You can't do that."
"How about if I slip you one without telling you, see how it works."
"I'd notice."
"Not necessarily. Leave it to me."
Later that afternoon I made some peculiar drinks. "Try this."
"I'm not that stupid," she said.
"Nor am I. This drink could have a pill crushed in it, but it might not. I'm going to give you drinks like it every two hours. I'll know which one is real." She accepted that.
An hour later I suggested that we have a bit of fun. She pushed me away when I tried to fondle her breasts. "I'm still tired from last night. If the drink you gave me had the pill in it the it isn't working. I don't feel at all sexual."
"Never mind," I said. "There's still time."
Around six I gave her another drink. She carried on as normal. We ate just after seven and had some wine with the meal. A little before eight Wendy asked if it was time for her next special drink.
"Do you want it to be the one with the pill in?" I asked.
She smiled. "I expect it to be the one. You won't want to leave it too late or it will clash with bed time."
I nodded. "But do you want it to be the one."
She shrugged, then grinned. "Yes, I do."
"I'll get the drink. But we should be a little more scientific about this. I want to record the difference."
I set up our video camera. I had suggested we film some of our private lives in the past, but Wendy had always refused. I fetched the drink. "We'll try a before and after," I said. "You do a stip-tease before you have the drink. And be as suggestive and sexual as you comfortably can. Then you can have the drink and we'll see how different you are afterwards."
Wendy shrugged. I put on some music and pulled out the table. "Your stage. Let me see how well you can strip at the moment."
She kicked off her shoes and stood on the table. I filmed as she slowly took off her clothes. She moved sensuously and touched her body as she stripped, stimulating herself. "Don't stop," I said when she was naked. "See if you can reach orgasm."
She got off the table and pushed it out of the way, then sat on the couch with her legs wide, smiling at me. She masturbated slowly and beautifully while I filmed, reaching a climax that left her panting.
"That was beautiful," I told her.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "Now," she smiled, "you get your clothes off while I have my drink."
She emptied the glass while I undressed, then moved close to me. One hand took my penis and began pulling it gently while she kissed me.
"How are you feeling?" I asked her.
"I'm feeling good," she whispered. She snuggled up against me, pulling at my cock.
"You're looking good too," I said.
"Stop wasting time sweet talking me, I want this in me, now."
We made love. Long, hard physical love. Wendy wasn't insatiable, she didn't behave like some sex crazed nymphomaniac. She was simply very obliging, very interested, very open, very positive and very responsive. She came three times.
After lovemaking she seemed to be relaxed. I pointed to the camera. "The pill should have had long enough now," I said. "We filmed the before, let's film the after. You just lie still. We'll start with you as you are, on your back on the floor with your legs apart, and take it from there. OK?"
"Whatever you want," she answered.
I got the camera and focussed on her. "Start by stimulating yourself, as if you're getting ready to masturbate, then when you're ready, give yourself another orgasm."
Her hands moved all over her body till she was responding to her own touch, then she began to rub her clitoris. She was smiling and relaxed. When I suggested she try it with a candle she laughed and got a candle. She stroked it into herself slowly, watching the smooth narrow shape move between her loose pink lips. She used it with obvious pleasure. I suggested a cucumber and fetched it from the kitchen. She slipped it between her legs, worked it deep inside her and used it with gusto. She told me she preferred it to the candle.
She came twice while I filmed, then we went to bed.
Next day we watched the video. Wendy was a little embarrassed. She told me the test had failed. She had behaved more wantonly after the pill, she had used the excuse of the pill, but since she'd become randy before the pill and masturbated for the camera then, it was only the excuse to behave outrageously when she was obviously willing to behave outrageously any way. It was then that I told her I had slipped the pill in her food at diner.
"But I was thinking about the pill and that I could do whatever I wanted and it wouldn't be my fault," she argued. "That could have been what set me off."
"We'll have to try it on someone who knows nothing about it," I suggested.
"You can't do that, it would be immoral."
I didn't answer.
That afternoon a friend of Wendy's came round. She often did on a Sunday because her husband played golf.
I'd never really liked Margot. All she ever seemed to do was moan. I didn't really know her husband, but I understood why he played so much golf. Anyway, she arrived and I was sent to the kitchen to make coffee. I took it to them and sat and listened to the conversation. It was rather boring, about clothes, washing, working while running a household and husbands who took their wives for granted.
"Haven't you done enough running down men?" I asked. "Your husband must be useful for something, Margot."
"Oh yes. I do like Roger really. He's very kind. He's always flirting though, and he's had at least two affairs." She looked surprised. "I've never told anyone that before." Then her face crumpled. "He's just begun another and I don't know what to do."
Margot began to cry. Wendy went to the settee and sat put her arm around her.
"I'm sorry," Margot sobbed. "I just don't know what to do. We had a row this morning. He told me he didn't see why I was complaining, he wasn't going to leave me but he wants sex and if he can't get it at home he'll get it somewhere else."
"Have you tried counselling?" Wendy asked.
"He won't go to any of those things. He says the problem is our sex life and I cause it."
"What about your sex life?" I asked.
"We don't make love very often. I don't really like it that much." She blushed as she said it. "My body isn't very attractive"
"Why is that?" I asked.
"I don't know. I've always been a bit embarrassed by it. My breasts are lop-sided and my tummy's not flat. I exercise, but, he still prefers other women."
"Have you had any affairs?"
"No, apart from Roger I've only made love to one man, and that was a catastrophe. Everything went wrong. God, I can't usually even talk about sex without becoming agitated. I have so many inhibitions. He's right. It is my problem. But I don't know what to do. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." She sniffed loudly. "I'll pull myself together. Please forget I said anything."
"Do you want some help?" I asked.
"What sort of help?"
"Simple, straight forward help." I said. "I can't guarantee it will work, but I think it will. If not there will be no harm done."
She stared at me.
"What do you think, Wendy? It must be worth a try."
Wendy looked uncertain.
