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Frank entered the dimly lit room and sat down, the waste basket between his legs. He slipped the latex glove onto his left hand, opened the Vaseline, ran his fingers inside the plastic tub and waited.
She came into the room and lay on the bed, followed by her young lover. It had been a week since Frank had seen her naked and he noticed there was a new tattoo on the small of her back. He couldn't quite make it out but he thought it made her look sluttier than he knew she already was. He looked closely and noticed there was a gold nipple ring, also, and wondered who had convinced her to further degrade herself. The man with her held his cock to her mouth and she began to lick its head, finally opening her lips and taking it inside.
Frank began to stroke himself, the latex glove moving easily with the Vaseline over his erection. It seemed it was the only way he became hard, these days, and for a moment, an angry frown crossed his face.
She had rolled over onto her hands and knees and the man slowly, then more rapidly, pushed his cock into her pussy and she began to moan as he smacked her. "Uh... uh... uh... uh..." was all Frank heard as he felt his own tension start. He slowed his own stroking, trying to stretch it out and almost stopped. She, for her part, winked, and now had her lover's cock entering her ass and that was enough for Frank to spew into the waste basket, his hand moving so quickly he moaned, himself.
He sat there, for a while, waiting for his breathing to return to normal, as she continued to fuck the man, pushing back against him.
Frank reached out and turned the computer off, finished for the night, plunging the room into darkness.
*****
The next morning, he went downstairs to breakfast. Maria had fixed his usual: two Eggos and some jam, strawberry this time, a glass of milk, a cup of tea and his morning medications, the main one being Risperidone. The damned drug had killed his desire for her to the point that lately, he didn't want her to touch him. Last night had been the worst. He tried to be considerate... if that was the right word and spooned against her but when his wife reached back and began to hold him, stroking him, he took her hand away and rolled to the other side of the bed. He hated himself for what he had done to her but what could he do?
Maria had gone with him to his neurologist. He wished he had his old one but he had retired, leaving the practice to his partner. Now... that woman was strange, Frank thought. Her Goth attire had been bad enough but when she told Maria he had a chemical imbalance of the brain... that's what she had called it, a chemical imbalance of the brain. Doctor Humbrol had spoken directly to Maria, ignoring him like he was a five-year-old child. He admitted to himself that he had been having problems and for some reason, had now been diagnosed with Tourette syndrome. In his case, it was causing facial tics and stuttering. Damn it! He had made his living speaking to groups, mostly university seminars and now, if this couldn't be controlled, he was done... at least, with the public part of it. He still could write, he supposed, but the drug also had taken away his enthusiasm by making him drowsy.
Later that day, they had gone to see his cardiologist for his six month checkup. Following his bypass surgery, the statins Doctor Smilder had prescribed for his cholesterol was causing his ED. His cholesterol levels were perfect but at what cost? He hated his life. What if the levels were too high?
What Frank didn't understand, though, was how he was able to pleasure himself watching the internet porn that gave him his only relief. Maybe, he thought, it was because he was slouching down on the chair and the blood pressure was just right. Having sex with his wife the way she liked it required him to either stand at the edge of the bed or kneel behind her as he took her.
Ever since the heart operation five years earlier, though, he had problems. She had decided that sex was too strenuous for him, saying that he could have a heart attack even though the doctor had said that was highly unlikely. Five years with no sex... well, that wasn't quite true... no intercourse... she got plenty of orgasms as he licked and kissed her there.
And now... this. It was just too damn much and he was sick of it. Between her refusals and now the new drugs, he felt worse than any time in his life.
Like any man, he wasn't going to take it lying down and went to see his general practitioner. Doctor Staciarly was surprisingly helpful, giving his a handful of samples of Cialis. She told him about the drug company's free 30 day offer and wrote out his prescription for them. "I think these might help you," she said.
"I appreciate that," he replied, "but that doesn't help me with actually wanting to do it."
