Once again, a big thank you to Miss Bella who took the time to edit this chapter, as well as for her technical advice on the use of certain adult toys described in the story.
I first asked my wife if she'd wanted to try it out, but she was a bit reluctant to be a guinea pig. I think her exact words were, "Fuck you!" and "Stick it up your own ass if you need to find out!" After that, I had to seek other avenues for information.
Lastly, a very special thank you to Miss C and the very special stories she writes.
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The next day, the first thing I did was call some of those to whom I had administered the elixir, and determine if they were also experiencing any weird phenomena. I didn't want Karen finding out about these calls, which would inevitably set off alarm bells in her head given recent events.
I called Jackie first. Our conversation was long and confusing—it was Jackie, after all. In between all the Jackie babble, I was able to discern two things: first, Brenda was still pissed at her for only inviting Cecilia to our dinner party; and second, to my relief, she wasn't experiencing anything out of the ordinary. What constituted 'out of the ordinary' for Jackie was still a mystery to me, but I did gather she wasn't having any weird dreams. She did say that her cats were acting up lately, something about a bad aura invading the house, or some such nonsense. I left our conversation on that note.
My next call to Gloria needed to be more discreet. I knew if I were too overt with the nature of my call, it would probably get back to Karen, and worry her. Now I know Karen and Gloria had been talking with each other at least once a week since she left, and from what Karen relayed to me, Gloria was doing fine. However, I really needed to talk to her directly, without Karen as a go-between.
Gloria was her usual, chipper self when she answered her cell, "Hey Will, didn't expect to hear from you. Is everything okay? How's Karen?"
"She's doing fine, sweetheart. Do you have a minute to talk?"
"Sure, I've got some time before I go on rounds. I bet you're going to try and woo me back so that we can run away together," she giggled.
"There's a thought," I said, laughingly, "But there are some things I wanted to ask you since you're a nurse, and I'd rather not let Karen know. It's probably nothing, but you know how she tends to worry."
She voice suddenly became full of concern, "Will, what's wrong?"
"Nothing really, but lately I've been having pretty bad fits of insomnia and I haven't much of an appetite."
She drew quiet for a moment as if in thought before answering, "Usually that kind of stuff is caused when you're overly worried, or too anxious about something," she paused for a moment, "Will, if you're worried about Karen and that thing she did...You know...With that other guy, I can assure you she feels terrible about that. Please believe me. I don't think she'd ever do that again, if that's what's been worrying you."
I was happy to hear she guessed wrong on what was troubling me, and more than happy to hear her opinion on Karen. Moreover, the fact she thought my problems were with Karen specifically would make it less likely our conversation would get back to Karen. I continued along these same lines, "You're right. I have been worried about Karen, and hearing you say those things is taking a load off my mind. Plus, things at work have been pretty chaotic lately. All of this crap is probably weighing heavily on my mind."
"See, that's probably all it is. Quite worrying about stuff and you'll be able to sleep. And really, you can stop worrying about Karen. From what she's been telling me, you've really lit a fire under her bottom. She can't get enough of you, the lucky snot."
"Yeah, things have been going well for us, but what about you? Have you had any problems eating and sleeping?"
"Me? I've been eating like a horse, although I've had some sleepless nights...Thinking about you." She giggled. I could almost hear her blushing.
I asked, slyly, "Oh, so you're dreaming about me now?"
She paused when I mentioned 'dreaming,' but after a long moment of quiet thought she answered, "No, no dreams, just thoughts of you. Speaking of that, when are you and Karen going to pay me a visit?"
"I think we can swing a trip your way in a couple of months, just as soon as I get things quieted down at work. Okay?"
"Okay," she said, brightly, and then blurted, "Oops, I've got to run. Rounds are starting. Bye Will!"
When she clicked off, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that whatever was happening relative to the side effects of the elixir was confined to just Karen and me.
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With my mind relieved, I tackled my vow of sobriety concerning the elixir with gusto. I kept my thoughts as far removed from it as possible, and continually told myself, 'never again' as far as its use. I even kept my thoughts fairly pure as they related to any extramarital partners for Karen and me, given my mental influence of those around me. This wasn't too difficult to do. Karen and I continued to rage in passion for each other, and spent many an hour or three 'playing together' every morning and night. When I wasn't occupied with Karen, the rest of my time was spent trying to fix the disasters Kendall had left me at work. These occupied most of my waking thoughts outside of my marital sex life, and kept my mind squarely centered on those problems, alone.
So, for the first week of my 'sobriety,' things were going pretty well. As far as I could tell, Karen wasn't diddling with any of the neighbor's kids, particularly Barbara, and none of the other women in my life, particularly Lisa, came sniffing around for special treats. I almost had one lapse in my resolve, however, and it came when I paid a visit to our local adult novelty store.
I was anticipating this coming Saturday with Denise and our scheduled fun and games session, and decided that a couple of anal plugs for my two lovelies would be a wonderful added bonus to the festivities.
The store was deserted, save for a guy who was thumbing through the adult DVDs, and a store clerk who looked bored behind the counter.
The clerk was a twenty-something woman, one of those Goth/Emo types whose attitude and dress I never understood or found appealing. Typical of the genre, she had jet black hair, which was complimented by her solid black attire and matching, heavy black boots. She was covered with numerous tattoos on her arms and neck, and piercings along her ears and lips. I'm sure she had a tongue piercing, although it wasn't obvious when I talked to her. I did see a large butterfly tramp stamp surrounded by thorns and a single rose tattooed on the small of her back, peeking out from under her short, black blouse. All that aside, she was very sweet and helpful. She must get a kick out of the older patrons, like myself, who ask about marital aids, because when I asked her about anal plugs, she dropped the bored look on her face and immediately came out from behind the counter to help.
After she finished showing me the various sized plugs that the store had in stock, I asked, "When these things are in, do they interfere much with...You know, vaginal penetration?"
She smiled before answering, "It depends on the size of the lady and on the size of the man. Usually if the plug's too small and the guy's too big, it pushes the plug out. That's really a buzz kill, 'specially if you have to fish around in the dark trying to find it on the bed." Pointing to the larger plugs, she continued, "And with these, 'fuck-me-that-will-never-fit,' plugs, although they won't pop out, it's best to tease your lady with one of these thinner vibes, or use a pocket rocket on her...Well, you know."
As she picked up the various items to show me, another gadget caught my attention, "How about that egg vibrator?"
"Ooh, good call. I was just coming to those. They work really well. Just slip it into your woman...You know...Into her 'you know what'...When she has the plug in that is. Then watch the fireworks...Or should I say waterworks." She giggled into her hand after that last pun.
I got a kick out of her newfound modesty, which seemed totally out of character given her attire and pervious, hard-boiled attitude when she described the plugs. Smiling at her, I said, "Okay, I'll take two of those medium-sized plugs..."
Cutting me off, she said, "Hmm, his and hers. I like it. Now, I don't want to tell you what to do, but my boyfriend only likes using these smaller, finger-sized plugs on himself. He's such a guy. Anyway, as a guy, maybe you should dial it down a notch until..."
It was my turn to cut her off, "Well, they're really hers and hers."
She stared at me in embarrassment for a moment, and then said, sheepishly, "Wow. I mean sorry, I didn't mean to jump to conclusions."
"That's all right. I do it all the time, myself. I'll take two of those egg vibrators, as well."
As she was ringing me up, I noticed her breathing becoming labored, and a fine sheen of perspiration had formed along her brow, neck, and down between what little cleavage she possessed. By now, I knew that look, and it told me I was headed for trouble. It was the same reaction I got from Beth and Kimberly at the coffee shop.
After paying for the items, I was about to beat a hasty retreat before things spiraled out of control, when she said, "You know, since you're new to their use, I could demonstrate them for you. Show you how I put them in and stuff. There's plenty of room in the back with a real comfortable couch. Just give me a minute to lock up."
I felt that surge of sexual power and invulnerability again. I never felt more aroused and at the same time nauseous, as I tried to fight back against its control of me. Images flashed through my head:
The Goth girl was down on her elbows and knees on the floor, her skinny ass pointing right at me. It was covered by a spider web tattoo, and on her left buttock, as if it were crawling out of her anus, was tattooed a Black Widow spider. I watched as she worked one of the larger anal plugs into her asshole. I saw her arousal, glistening and trickling down her thighs. With the plug properly seated in her ass, she looked back over her shoulder at me and rasped a plea, 'Fuck me now! Fuck me like a rabid banshee!'
I closed my eyes to the clerk and pushed the images out of my head. The sickness welled up in me with full force.
