OUT OF CONTROL
Molly Shorter was in heat again. She waited impatiently for her husband Rob to come back from the grocery. She was naked, sitting on the living room couch, rubbing herself. That was only putting her into a holding pattern. She needed dick.
This was despite the fact that she and Rob had had morning sex that Saturday. And Friday night. And every night that week. And every night the previous week. Often it was twice a day. Molly would have done it more. But Rob, at forty-eight, wasn't capable. Couldn't keep up with her seemingly endless lust. Even with the blue pills he'd bought earlier in the week.
Molly expected Rob back sooner than the hour he'd been gone. She was filling up with lust and need. She'd gone to her gynecologist about what was happening to her. She was told that it was a complex combination of hormonal changes and psychological matters. Empty nest. Being forty-six and starting menopause.
All of that was no real help. She was still horny all the time. All the fucking time! She got a vibrator, which helped. But not enough. She thought of it as artificial. What she wanted....what she needed, was cock. Or cocks. That idea of multiple strange new cocks had tormented her in her dreams. She knew that she was mentally ill. So what?
But she was determined to remain faithful to her husband. She dearly loved him. She dearly loved her two college-aged daughters. She was hanging on for the sake of the family. But she not only dreamed of other men - faceless other men with new and different equipment of various sizes, shapes, and colors - but, in day-to-day life, she found herself assessing random guys she came close to or passed by. Guys at the gym. She had to stop going to the gym.
Guys at work. Several cute new interns had shown up that month.
The guys at the gym and at her work seemed to react to her lust. It was like she radiated sexual need. And she was a very attractive woman, still, at forty-six. Dark hair, slim build, pretty face, striking hazel eyes.
So, she fled the gym.
But she couldn't flee work. That Friday afternoon one of the new interns, Brad - blond, hunky Brad - had made an excuse to come into her office. He stood there at her desk with an obvious erection. This was a twenty-one year old. How dare he? She did not toss him out right away, though. She stared at his crotch for some time, clearly aroused. He moved, shifting from one leg to the other to emphasize what he had. And it seemed to Molly that he had quite a package. And knew it.
When she found herself licking her lips as he smiled at her, she woke up from her erotic trance and shooed him out of the room. As he left, he said, "Sooner or later." She knew it was true. She fled work an hour early.
At home, she used the vibrator. And after dinner she used her husband. There was nothing like a real dick. With Rob then it was almost abuse. But he obliged. She rode him hard. This far into her lust period, Rob was able to stay hard for a longish time. He was drained but still excited. It was nine o'clock when she rolled off him. He fell asleep right away. She woke him up Saturday morning. When she was through with him, he showered, ate toast, hung out for a time, and went to the grocery.
Rob stayed at the grocery for way longer than he needed. He had such a difficult time picking out the laundry detergent. Just couldn't decide. When he did decide, he loaded the bags in the car trunk and walked over to a coffee shop to think.
He sat there sipping and mulling over his options. He knew that he might be in some true physical danger if his wife's hyper-sexuality continued much longer. It had been building for three weeks or more. He decided that they needed to talk it out, and maybe go to some sort of therapy. He'd have that discussion when he got home.
But when he got home, there was naked Molly, the very picture of female lust, staring right at him. He'd always been weak for her. He dropped the grocery bags, dropped his gym shorts and sank down, putting his head between her legs. He licked her until she came, hoping that it would be sufficient.
It wasn't. Molly shoved him onto his back on the soft rug in front of the settee. She mounted him in a savage fashion and started frantically bouncing on him. She stuck her tongue down his throat. In and out. She had another orgasm, and soon another, more intense. Rob came then, as well.
They collapsed, breathing hard. Molly sat up, looking to see if Rob was injured. Rob and Molly were about the same size, 5'9", slim. She was strong. She'd caused him some injury before. Nothing major. Bruises. Lately she'd noticed that his cock was darker than before. Maybe bruised? It still worked, though. She'd begun to fret that she was using him up.
Rob looked at her worried face.
He said, "We need to talk."
Molly giggled. She got up and put on a wrap that was nearby. She walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. She didn't do much to cover up.
Rob followed her and sat also. He wore his shorts, which had a wet splotch.
She said, "Talk, then. But remember Eli Wallach."
"Huh?"
"When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk."
He gave a small laugh, but he was not about to be dissuaded.
He said, "You're wearing me down. We need to see someone about what's happening."
"I saw Dr. Snyder. She explained."
"I mean, like, a psychologist or a shrink. Both of us."
Molly had a card in her pocket that Dr. Snyder had given her. She said, "I have....the doctor gave me a card for a therapist." She got up and fished in her purse. She handed the card to Rob.
MARY DEACON,
Sexual Disfunction Treatment Specialist. It had a local number.
Rob survived the remainder of the weekend....barely. Molly took pity on him. To a degree.
She was indeed worried about fucking him to death. She used the vibrating dildo, while imagining Brad inside her. She imagined that Brad simply walked into her office and pulled out his hard dick. She couldn't lie to herself. And sooner or later he'd pull it out. He was so sure of himself.
She got an appointment for Monday morning with Mary Deacon. Ten am. She continued to let up a bit on Rob and use the Braddo - that's how she thought of the tool. But she did nail Rob Monday morning. Neither went to work because of the appointment.
Mary Deacon was a large blond of about forty. She was conventionally pretty, dressed in business attire. When the two clients were seated in her office, she said, "What can I help you with?"
Rob thought of that as a strike against her. Dangling preposition. (How can I help?)
Molly said, "I got your card from Dr. Snyder. I went to her because, lately I've been constantly in need of sex. Desperate need. Desperate." This last word had more than a hint of pleading in it.
Mary was impressed by the obvious depth of Molly's....need. She said, "I see. Rob, you're benefitting from Molly's condition?"
Rob paused. He said, "Yes and no. At first it was so great. But now, over three weeks....I'm just worn down."
Mary asked, "Have you failed? You know, failed to satisfy."
Rob shook his head.
Molly said, "I've always been able to...to arouse him. I can do that now. But I'm worried for his health."
The three explored alternatives, like vibrators, other toys. But the couple agreed that they were nice, but not sufficient.
Mary broached the idea of Molly stepping outside the marriage, discretely.
Molly said, "I don't want to do that. I promised. I mean, I wake up at night from dreams of other cocks." She turned to Rob and said, "I haven't told you. I'm sorry. I won't do it, Rob."
Rob nodded. Not emphatically. He'd considered that as a possibility. Left it there for the moment. But he thought of it as a possible last resort. He didn't know if he could stand it, though. A big risk to the marriage.
Mary said, "Well, I believe I can help some. We have some techniques available. I'd like to see you individually next. Molly first."
Molly made and appointment for the next day at ten am. Rob would see Mary on Wednesday at five pm.
They went home. Molly took Rob upstairs. Rob went to work that afternoon. Molly, too.
When Molly got to Mary's office at ten the next day, there was a guy sitting in one of the client chairs. Molly stopped and looked at Mary and the guy.
Mary said, "Molly, this is John. He's here to help you with your problem."
Molly looked at John, who smiled at her. He was a heartthrob. He was younger. He had good teeth, too. He was wearing gym shorts and a muscle t-shirt. Altogether he was spectacular.
Molly looked back at Mary and raised her eyebrows.
Mary said, "Research has shown that the best solution to your problem is a series of injections, until it abates. John is here to administer the first few. Go with him now."
Molly hesitated. John arose and took her hand. She stood. She looked at Mary and asked, "Is this...is this something...I mean...."
Mary said, "These injections will eventually cure you, Molly. They're medical in nature, and Rob will not be given any specifics. After some time, twice-a-week injections will taper off. But now you need the injection. Go!" She pointed to the door.
Molly went with John. John led her a short distance down a hall and opened a door. He ushered her into the room. There was a double bed and a small bath with a shower. He bed was turned down. The room was not well lit, and there was a nice fragrance.
John had not let go of Molly's hand. Now he pulled her around into a full body hug. Molly had been undecided. The hug went far toward convincing her.
John put Molly's hand on his shorts, so she could feel his erection.
She was lost.
Molly dropped to her knees and savagely pulled John's shorts down, exposing his magnificent cock. She attacked it, licking and sucking. After a short time, John pulled her up and ordered her to strip.
She was only too happy to obey. She'd never shed her clothing so quickly.
John pushed her onto the bed. She spread for him, and he moved to enter her. She moaned and bucked into him. And they were at it. The initial coupling lasted some time. John brought Molly to countless orgasms before he filled her with his semen.
When that happened, Molly was nearly unconscious.
But she rallied. It didn't take her long to move down and start sucking John. When he responded, she mounted him and rode him for quite some time before she got her second medical injection.
Her third injection came somewhat later, doggy style. John was a magician. An injection specialist.
