This is a continuation of the story "Renee" published on Literotica on 10/27/2022 (
https://www.literotica.com/s/renee-5
). I suggest you read that story first as this story picks up at the end of that one and will make more sense if you do.
For the first time in eight years, Harold is trying to solve his problem. Eight years ago, when Harold was only thirty-eight, he suffered the harshest collapse a man could endure. He lost his ability to have an erection. He went from a raging bull to a rag doll in less than six months. One day, he could fuck his wife, Renee, until she begged him to stop and six months later, no amount of coaxing could make his pathetic dick respond. His response was as horrendous as his affliction. He cut off all sexual activity of any kind between himself and his wife, rationalizing, "What's the point if we can't fuck?"
Renee enjoyed sex as much as Harold and his affliction was as disastrous to her as it was to him. However, where Harold was able to shut down his desires and emotions to avoid dealing with his problem, Renee wasn't able to do the same. While Harold ignored his sexual drives Renee's continued unabated and unfulfilled.
She tried everything she could think of to encourage Harold to deal with his condition and find a cure. She suggested everything from medical to psychological to convince him. He accepted his fate as something preordained and chose to continue his life without sex of any kind. Renee loved him. She cared for him. She even liked him. But she was determined to live her life as well and that included sex.
She abhorred the need for sex without Harold but she needed a balance and if sex with other men was a solution for her, then that's what she would do.
When sex with other men didn't work out so well, Renee changed her approach. Maybe instead of finding sex with other men for her, she needed to create a need in Harold for sex with other women. Maybe she was too close to his problem. Maybe because she was there when he failed, her continued presence reminded him of his problem and, like a vicious feed-back loop, increased his reluctance to engage in sex. Maybe, if she could engineer a sexual desire for another woman, Harold would find the courage, and the need, to overcome his impairment and seek help. Maybe his revised mantra could become "The point is, we can fuck."
Renee conscripted her friend Allison to seduce Harold.
Allison took careful steps to encourage Harold to have sex with her. What started as an interesting challenge for Allison changed into a real desire to have sex with Harold. Getting Harold into her bed became as important to her as it was to getting Harold back into Renee's bed. In the process, Renee discovered satisfying sexual relationships with both Allison and her husband Frank. Having Harold participate sexually with them added additional incentive to getting Harold back to health.
Allison's investment in Harold was producing results but the pace was slow. Too slow for Allison. Finally, one evening she managed to get Harold alone when he and Renee were visiting for dinner. She intensified her campaign. She kissed Harold with real meaning. Harold's reaction was surprisingly positive as he returned the kiss. Encouraged, Allison exposed her breasts and pushed Harold's face against them. Unable to resist, she grabbed his hand and pulled it under her dress against her naked pussy. When Harold entered her with two fingers, she knew she had a made a breakthrough with him. She finished by whispering in his ear, "I want to fuck you."
Unfortunately, Harold called a premature end to the evening and he left with Renee.
It wasn't until Monday morning, when Allison had a conversation with Renee that she understood Harold's sudden departure. Renee shared that Harold's erectile dysfunction was unchanged and that he couldn't risk going further and not being able to perform. Renee also shared encouraging information. Harold had been unusually forward in his physical relationship with her. Nothing extraordinary or sexual but holding hands and more touching than usual. While slight, it was a change worth noting.
"He's also smiling more," shared Renee. "It's almost as if he's fantasizing about something."
Renee called Allison again on Wednesday morning. Excitedly, she told Allison that Harold had left for a doctor's appointment.
"And, I need to know that, why?" asked Allison.
"He's going to see a urologist," said Renee.
"He told you that?" asked Allison.
"Not directly. He told me the doctor's name and I looked her up on the internet," explained Renee.
"Her?" questioned Allison. "The urologist is a woman?"
"Apparently," responded Renee.
"He's going to be able to discuss his ED with a woman?" questioned an amazed Allison.
"Incredible, isn't it?" answered Renee.
"It is," agreed Allison. "It's also encouraging," she added.
"Keep me informed," requested Allison.
"Will do," committed Renee.
Harold came home from work early. He greeted Renee with a hug and a longer than usual peck kiss. Renee asked him how his visit to the doctor went.
Without hesitating, Harold shared that she had listened to him intently. He did not share what he told her. He added that she had given him a complete physical and took blood samples for testing. "Overall," he related, "I am in excellent health."
He remained in a good mood throughout dinner and settled onto the sofa to watch the news while holding Renee's hand.
Without explanation, Harold excused himself earlier than usual and headed for the bathroom. He didn't return and, later, Renee found him in the bedroom, sleeping with a smile on his face.
Harold's time in the bathroom, while a mystery to Renee, was an anxious experiment for him. The doctor had given him a sample of ten blue tablets with instructions to take one and wait twenty to thirty minutes for a penile reaction. "If the initial reaction is weak or non-existent, take a second tablet but no more," she told him. "Try it again on subsequent days to see if the result is similar," she added.
Harold was encouraged when the second tablet produced an increase in the weight of his penis and a slight increase in size. He had four more trial days and another appointment early next Wednesday. He also had an appointment with a therapist the following Thursday evening that didn't excite him. In addition to having little faith in the power of talk therapy, he was uneasy about how to explain his going out Thursday evening to Renee.
Each night, Harold continued to disappear into the bathroom only to reappear an hour later in the bedroom. For Harold, each night was a continuation of the blue pill experiment and each night the result was the same, a slight reaction after taking the second pill. By Friday, he wondered it taking both pills at the same time would have a bigger effect but he resisted until Sunday night when he had only two pills left. He took them together and his reaction was hardly different from taking the pills separately.
Monday night, Harold spent the entire evening with Renee on the sofa watching television. The sudden change in routine mystified Renee. Harold was out of pills but Renee didn't know that.
Wednesday morning, Harold left for work early. He told Renee that he had an important project that he needed to work on. Renee called Allison to bring her up to date. She related Harold's strange behavior over the previous week. "Harold saw the doctor last Wednesday?" asked Allison.
"He did," confirmed Renee.
"And his strange behavior began Wednesday evening?" Allison queried further.
"Correct," said Renee.
"I think the doctor gave him instructions or medication to test his ED and he's doing it privately in the bathroom," guess Allison.
"That could be," said Renee. "But what about his sudden return to normal last Monday?" she asked.
"He ran out of pills," stated Allison.
"Possible," agreed Renee. "And he left early for work this morning?"
"He has an important project to work on except it's in the doctor's office instead of his office," offered Allison. "And," she surmised, "whatever she told him, it worked somewhat and he went back for more."
"Damn," said Renee. "I'm too close to the situation. I didn't see any of that. I need to step back and think more clearly. Thanks."
"You're welcome," responded Allison. "Things seem to be looking up."
"I'm hopeful," agreed Renee.
"I can't wait to fuck him," said Allison.
"You'll have to wait. I get him first," reminded Renee.
Sure," said Allison.
Harold came home from work later and, after dinner, headed straight for the bathroom. This time he had a sample of ten pink tablets. He took a single pill and waited. The result was similar to taking two of the blue pills. He took a second pill and thought there was an improvement although he couldn't rule out his imagination.
Thursday morning, Harold told her that he had an important business dinner that evening and wouldn't be home until late. Renee told him that there was not a problem. She would have dinner without him and, if he was really late, he should come in quietly since she might be asleep.
Internally, Renee wondered if Harold really had a business dinner or something else. Something like testing a renewed erection. She, against her inclination wanting Harold to have an erection again, hoped that wasn't the case. She wanted to fuck him first.
From Renee's position, Harold followed the same routine he had the previous week including back on the sofa on Monday evening. Only, this time she could explain it. She wondered if Harold was experiencing any improvement but she couldn't find the courage, or the way, to ask him. If he was, she didn't want to interfere and, if he wasn't, she didn't want to depress him further. She took hope from his improved mood and waited for Harold to share.
Wednesday morning, week three, Harold left for work early again. Renee called Allison again.
"Probably another doctor's visit," Allison reasoned.
"I'm getting impatient," admitted Renee.
"You're getting impatient. How do you think I feel? It's been almost four weeks since I started this by telling him I wanted to fuck him," Allison responded.
"I've waited longer than that," asserted Renee.
"At least you have memories," Allison said. "All I have is fantasies."
"You'll have to wait longer," insisted Renee. "I get him first."
"You do," agreed Allison. "But then it's my turn.
"I may want him to myself for a time," hoped Renee.
"That's not what we agreed," reminded Allison. "You're already fucking Frank."
"Whose idea was that?" Renee asked.
