Mona woke up with an uneasy feeling the next day. Something had not been as she thought it should be. Her pussy was red and swollen from the obvious pounding she had taken and her ass was certainly sore too. Something had happened, but why had she woken up at home? Why wasn't her man more surprised to find her lying naked in the pool of urine? And more importantly, why did he call Dr. Faust to come and check on Mona instead of their regular family doctor?
Mona looked over at her sleeping husband and was reminded of how desperately she loved and worshiped him. He was a good provider and excellent lover but their life simply did not afford him the opportunity to satisfy her as often as she needed it. She had always considered him to be a bit more prudish than herself but as she snuggled closer to him in bed, she started to think about her recently found perversions. She had never really thought about how she started to have her desires to service men, any men, many men singly, several at a time or in one large never ending group.
Mona slid the sheet from her body and lying naked, let the warmth of the morning sun heat her. She loved the feel of the sun on her nipples and freshly shaved sex. It was only a matter of minutes before she started to feel it's effects and, nuzzling into her husband's side she could feel the nectar of her essence leaking from between her thighs. It started as a slow trickle and soon she could feel it dripping down past her tight little brown star. She breathed in and could smell nothing but the scent of her man's sweaty armpits and became even more aroused. Soon her smells combined with his and she realized that she was breathing hard; again.
Mona was almost in a trance, why was she so needy all of the time? What had happened to her? She was such a prim and proper lady. She had high moral character, was successful and just wanted to please her man. As she pondered her questions, she found herself somewhere between sleep, dreams and awake. She was having sharp mental pictures flash through her mind in microseconds and tried in vain to slow them down to determine what was going on. The more she tried to focus on one picture at a time, the less she could see it and the more her body tingled and yearned to be touched, used, and abused. She felt her skin warming and her legs began to quiver and then it happened. Just lying in the warm morning sun, smelling her husband's scent – Mona came, and hard. Mona came for what felt like five full minutes and she new that she was gushing and either couldn't or wouldn't stop it. It felt divine.
As Mona slowly gained control again, she again began to have the mental flashes and in frustration decided that if slowing them down wouldn't work, maybe speeding them up like a movie would. Mona stopped trying to focus on just one image at a time and surrendered to the script playing in her subconscious. When she did, Mona realized that something had changed recently. Mona saw that she was a quiet almost mousy little wife with a normal job and an average sex drive. She saw and heard her husband complaining about their boring sex life and her lack of adventure in it. As Mona watched, the entire story played in her head of how she and her man had argued over better sex. Mona was devastated he was pretty much her first and she just didn't know how to do the things he wanted. He wanted her to be open to her own desires, to be the sexual dynamo that he knew lived within her. He knew from the moment he met her that Mona was a submissive wanton slut waiting to be unleashed. Bless his heart, he had tried for most of their marriage he had slowly tried to introduce her to new things but her up-bringing would never allow her to let go of her inhibitions and become the whore that deep down she new existed and fought every minute of every day to control.
As she watched this mental movie continue, Mona saw a clinic, cold and sterile where everything was stainless steel. She was dazed maybe even drugged but she could hear her husband talking to "that voice". There it was again – she new instantly that whatever that voice told her to do – she would. She would not question or hesitate, she would simply obey. As she relived the events in her head, she could her the conversation and gathered that her husband wanted to be certain that they could reverse whatever was about to happen at any time and that absolutely nothing harmful could befall his perfect wife. Then she heard it. Her hubby said "OK Dr. Faust – if you are that certain let's do this."
