As much as I hate to admit it, I was getting older. The dreaded middle age had passed and I found myself with erection problems.
I tried to lie to myself that it was only because I was working hard and was tired. But after another failed attempt in the bedroom, my wife sighed and asked what was wrong.
I assured her it was not her fault and finally broke down and told her the problem I had been noticing. She gave me a hug and asked if I had thought about going to the doctor?
"I did," I replied, "but he couldn't find anything physically wrong."
My beautiful wife then told me about her successful trip to a hypnotherapist.
"I smoked for 20 years." she said. "Do you remember when I stopped and told you I had quit 'Cold Turkey'? I went to this doctor and in one session he completely cured me."
"If he is that good, maybe I should go see him," I said.
I made an appointment the next day and with great trepidation made my way downtown to the doctor's office. The waiting room was nice enough, with quiet music and soothing colors. I couldn't help wondering why other people were there and if they were wondering about me.
Finally my turn came and I was lead into what looked like a study, with a desk, fireplace and thick overstuffed chairs.
The Doctor greeted me and invited me to have a seat. I had filled out the standard patient information sheet in the waiting room, so the Doctor got right to the problem.
"I understand you are having a common problem for men of your age?"
"Yes, I replied sheepishly, I can't seem to get hard, and when I do it goes away at the worst possible time." "I have been to my regular doctor and he can find nothing physically wrong with me."
"I see," he replied consulting his notes, "and your wife told you about the success I had with her.
Well let's not delay any long and get to it then, shall we?"
He lowered the lights and then told me to close my eyes and concentrate on the tone of his voice. The doctor started talking in a very soothing and melodic tone, telling me I felt sleepy. Before I knew it the lights were being brought back up slowly and the doctor was asking me how I felt.
"Okay, I guess,"was my reply. "Is there a problem, can't you hypnotize me?"
He told me that we were all done and that I should not be having any more problems. He also said it was important to talk with my wife. I was a little puzzled, but told him I would have her call his office.
The next day after work, I came home and my wife greeted me at the door.
"Come with me," she said. "I have something wonderful to show you."
She lead me up the stairs to the bedroom and told me to undress. I eagerly shed my clothes, only to discover that my enthusiasm and desire didn't match up with the limp noodle between my legs.
"I'm sorry honey, I guess the doctor just couldn't help."
With a sexy smile my wife said something that I couldn't hear. All of the sudden, my penis started to swell and expand. I looked down in amazement as blood filled out the head and it started to rise.
What the hell, I thought. In just a few seconds, it had gotten so hard that I could swear I was one or two inches longer than I had ever been. It was unbelievable, I used to have an average size six and a half to seven incher, but here stood at least nine inches of rock hard cock. That's right, penis sounds too wimpy, this was a cock.
"Oh sweetheart," I heard my wife say. As she sauntered over and knelt before me. "It's so big, I just have to taste it."
I watched with disbelief as my wife proceed to give me a wet slobbery blow job. But the final straw was when she slowly pulled my ass cheeks forward until her lips touched my balls. I unloaded an enormous load right down her throat. She pulled back to just the head and started to jack the rest of me with both hands. I spasmed again and another enormous wad shot directly into her mouth.
As she continued to pump my shaft, I release spurt after spurt into her suctioning mouth until if felt like she was drawing my insides out. As I softened between her lips she gave it one more tug and then released me to hang limply once more.
