The Gift

"Cancer? I have Cancer?"

I sat, numb, in complete disbelief, as my doctor explained the findings of the tests he had recently run.

I went to the doctor for what seemed to be a minor ailment. One test lead to another test, and then another, and yet another. Now I was sitting here before my doctor as he explained that I had a treatable, but not curable form of cancer. This cancer would drastically shorten my life.

"Hell Doc, I'm only 47. I eat right, exercise, don't smoke and rarely drink. How can this happen to me?" I questioned. My wife sat in the chair next to me, crying.

He went on to explain that there were no real explanations for the cause of my type of cancer. He also educated me on the cancer, how it is slow growing, wide spreading and very persistent. Normally he would take a "Wait and See" approach to monitor the progression, but due to the extent of the cancer in my body, he wanted to become much more aggressive in combating the disease.

He suggested we start right away and he asked permission to use some experimental drugs to see if we could beat back the cancer to buy me some time. While the experimental drugs would be used in conjunction with already proven drugs, the overall side effects were not fully known. What we did know, however, is that I was at the point where survival without extreme and aggressive treatment was less than a 50/50 chance of making it through the year.

"Let's do it," I told him. My wife nodded her agreement.

The treatments were physically and emotionally draining. Each treatment tore me down more and more, to the point I had no energy or mental drive left. Finally, after 6 months of basically "killing" my body, treatments were done.

"It looks like we got it all for now," my doctor said, with a bit of joy in his voice. "You handled the treatments better than I had hoped. Probably because you were in such good shape when the cancer was discovered," he added. "Now we start the long process of rebuilding your strength and monitoring you for any return of the cancer. My staff and I have now become a permanent part of your life"

At this point you would think that I would be overjoyed, but to tell you the truth, I was ambivalent to how I felt. Due to the severity of the treatments, I was unable to work much of the time I was in treatment, which meant I lost my business in the process. Along with the loss of the business came the loss of my income, which resulting in the foreclosure of our home. On top of all of that, my drive to succeed was gone. I didn't know how I was ever going to recover from this tragedy. Perhaps death would have been easier.

The next several weeks were grueling. I had very little energy and had no desire to do anything. Our world was collapsing around us, financially, and I was unable to do anything about it, or even care.

One morning I woke up and it was as though everything changed. Well, not everything, as financially we were still in the dumps, but my attitude was different. I started to feel "normal" again. Not completely normal, maybe, but definitely better.

This progress continued for several more weeks. Each day I could tell I was feeling better. I started to exercise again and I was mentally ready to go out and try to find a job. I didn't think I had the energy to try to start a business from scratch again, but if I could at least get something to help pay the bills until I could recover, that would be great.

Then the most amazing thing happened. It is still a complete mystery as to how it happened, but it happened.

It was morning and my wife was getting ready to go to her job as a receptionist at an insurance company. She was finishing up "fixing" her hair before she left, when I heard her say something about the need to cut her hair.

"What'd you say, Babe," I called out.

"Nothing," she replied.

I figured she had just been talking to herself so continued getting ready for my day of job hunting, again. (Man this economy sucks)

As she finished her hair, she turned in the mirror, looking herself over one last time. "I'm fat. This looks awful on me. Oh well, I don't have time to change now," I heard her say.

"You're not fat," I responded.

"What?" she said, looking at me with a question mark on her face.

"You're not fat. You look great," I replied.

"Thanks," she said, a bit quizzical.

Then I heard her say something again, only this time I was looking right at her and I did not see her lips move. I stood there, not saying anything, but now I had the quizzical look on my face. I could hear her talking to herself. Her mouth was not moving, but I could hear her speaking loud and clear. It had to be a delusion.

"What's the matter?" she asked as she noticed the look on my face.

"Um, nothing, Babe. Nothing. Just...just thinking of something," I muttered.

She gave me a kiss and headed out the door.

"Wow, what was that?" I said to myself after she left. I was in shock. Confusion, disbelief and maybe even a bit of fear filled my mind. Fear that I might really be losing it mentally.

The rest of the day went pretty normal. I did not hear any "voices" in my head, but I was looking forward to that evening to see if I things repeated themselves. To my disappointment, or maybe relief, they did not. "I had to be imagining things," I told myself that night.

About a week and a half went by without any more experiences hearing things, then it happened again. I was still confused, but this time I was not in shock. Instead, I started to analyze what was happening. I listened while my wife spoke, without moving her lips, about how she looked, how she felt that morning, the concerns she had for the day. Her mind was running a million miles a minute and I could hear all of it. Amazing.

After she had left for work, I sat down on the couch and ran the scenarios through my mind. I could not come up with an answer, and really did not know if it was real or just my imagination going crazy. So, I decided to run some tests.

I quickly got dressed I drove down to the grocery store to find out if I could hear other peoples thoughts. Once at the store, I mentally prepared myself for both the potential for a letdown and the possibility of sensory overload. I walked into the building.

Inside, the sound of voices was everywhere. Not loud, but constant. It was like being in a room full of people who were talking with each other. I found that I could tune out some voices and focus on those that were close by. I cautiously followed people around the store, listening to their thoughts. This was incredible. It is amazing the plethora of thought and emotion that goes through the minds of people. Everything from joy and sorrow, to concern and relief flooded through my mind as I listened to the thoughts of others.

I returned home to contemplate what I was experiencing. It had to be a side effect of the cancer treatments. There really was no other answer. The doc even said that they did not know what the side effects might be and with the customized mixture of drugs he gave me, maybe that was it. How would I ever know and would it last?

During the next week the "Gift", as I came to call it, sporadically manifested itself. There was no way of telling when it would occur or when it would leave. By the week after that, however, it was with me all the time. In fact, I could actually start to sense a person's thoughts in a way that was more than just verbal communication. It was as though there were a connection between us. That connection did not control me, but I was aware of it.

The morning of my greatest discovery started as many the last two weeks had. I could hear my wife talking to herself as she readied for work. The mental connection seemed stronger today and that is when I got an idea to test that connection.

I watched my wife for a few moments, dressed in a professional but rather boring business suit, when the thought came to my mind that I wished she didn't wear underwear. I find panty lines to be a real turnoff, but my wife is really conservative and only likes full brief style underwear. While watching her I tried to transfer the thought of removing her underwear for the day.

Without saying a word, my wife looked in the mirror, turning to her right, then her left, checking herself out. She then reached up under her suit skirt, which was a mid calf length skirt, and pulled her underwear off, kicking them to the clothes hamper. She then checked herself out in the mirror again and headed out the door to work.

"Holy Crap!" I shouted to myself. "Did that really just happen?" I could hardly believe it. Even after all of the weird experiences I had been living the past few weeks, this was too much to believe.

You see, my wife and I have been married for 26 years. I know her to be very conservative in her dress and mannerism. The idea of anything inappropriate causes her to stiffen in discomfort.

It is not that she is unattractive. On the contrary, she is very attractive, even beautiful. Maybe not runway model beautiful, but rated on a scale of 1 to 10, she would be a strong 8.5. She stands 5'7" tall, has long Auburn hair that reaches to her shoulder blades, weighs a fairly slender 145 lbs (though she has gained about 20 lbs over the years) and has a nice firm set of 36b breasts. Her legs are long and shapely, though the excess weight is evident around her ass and upper thighs. In all, however, she looks good for a 45 year old woman.

Her inhibitions come from the way she was raised. Sex was viewed as necessary, but naughty. This resulted in our sexual experiences being limited to basic sex in a closed room with the lights off. Every once in a while I might be able to talk her into sex during the day, but again, only in a locked bedroom. I learned to live with it as she has other very nice qualities, including a tremendous devotion and loyalty to me.

That is why the removal of her underwear was so momentous. There is no way she would have done that on her own. The only explanation was that I projected the thoughts into her mind. I was reeling in excitement as I contemplated what this might mean.

This all occurred two years ago. I am still free of the cancer, though I get regular screenings to monitor any reoccurrence, and the gift is still with me. I have been able to harness the gift to cause people to do whatever I want them to do. As a result, I have been able to create a loyal business cliental that supports my many business ventures. Financial concerns are no longer a problem for me and life is very, very good.

I share this prelude to help you understand where this gift came from and how it has changed my life. I won't, however, go into the details of my financial success, but I will share with you some of the more interesting side stories that have developed over the past couple of years.

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Testing my Gift

That evening Pam and I sat at the couch, eating the dinner I had prepared and watching some sitcom on TV. She had changed from her business suit into a sweatshirt and pajama bottoms to get comfortable before dinner. Not really a sexy scene, but I was used to it by now.

To test the gift, I projected the thought into Pam's mind to take her shirt off because she was too warm. It wasn't too warm in the room and she would never be caught in the living room without being "properly" attired, so I thought this would be a good test.

Without hesitation, Pam reached down to the bottom of her sweatshirt and then pulled it up and over her head. She was now sitting in her sweat pants and bra. She then continued eating her dinner, without comment. "Wow!" I thought.

Pushing it a bit future, I told her to remove her bra. Again, without hesitation, she removed her bra. Before long I had her completely naked, sitting in our living room, without any concern for her exposure. The nipples of her perky breasts extended outward, stiffened by the slight coolness in the air. I was amazed at how erotic I found them at this moment.

Never before had she allowed her tits to be on display. But now, she sat calmly as if it were no big deal that she was nude. The light from the TV reflected off of the tops of her soft mounds, giving the illusion that they were illuminated from within. I reached over and cupped her left breast in my hand. Pam just turned her head toward me and smiled, then returned her eyes to the TV set.

As I fondled her tit, I pinched at the nipple, rolling it around between my thumb and forefinger. This caused the erect nipple to become even harder and actually extend out approximately ¾". I was mesmerized as I watched the beauty of her breasts. I then placed my right hand on Pam's shoulder and turned her so that she was sitting with her back toward me, allowing my right hand access to her right tit. With each hand now full of her soft, pliable mounds, I increased my manipulation of her tits and nipples.

In time, Pam started to let out short quiet moans of pleasure. My excitement was increasing by the minute, as was hers. Never before had Pam displayed signs of sexual arousal as she was now. In the past our love making sessions resulted in little more than me being allowed to relieve myself inside her. This was different. She was responding to my touch. She was allowing herself the pleasure of the moment.

As the massaging and manipulating of her breasts continued, Pam snuggled into my shoulder. I put my arm around her and squeezed her tight. Now, Pam had never given a blow job in her life. I once asked her for one, but was quickly rejected and scolded. Again, it was considered dirty and inappropriate, but I planted the thought into her mind that she was feeling sexually aroused and that she wanted to give me a blow job. A moment later, her hands made their way down to my crotch, where she started to rub my cock though the fabric. The sensation was electric and my emotions were exploding with anticipation of what was happening and what was about to unfold.

I leaned over and gave Pam a passionate kiss on the lips and when I did, she moved her hand to the buttons on my jeans and started to slowly unbutton my pants. In short order, she had her hand on my now hard cock, and was stroking it with a steady rhythm. As we separated our lips, she looked into my eyes, smiled, then bent over to start licking my throbbing member.

The warmth of her tongue was incredible as she started at the tip of my cock head, swirling around it as though she was eating an ice cream cone. Slowly she then slid her tongue down my shaft to the base and back up again, shooting a sensation through my body that was a mix of tickle and tingle at the same time. This continued on for a couple of minutes until pre-cum started to ooze from the tip of my cock. Naughtily, she looked at the pre-cum and licked it off, looking up at me with a smile as she did.

Then Pam got down to business. For a woman that had never given a blow job before, she really did a great job. She took my cock into her mouth and started sucking it in as she raised and lowered her head. The warm, moist mouth felt awesome as she bobbed her head on my shaft. Occasionally she would allow her teeth to lightly graze my sensitive skin, sending what felt like little shocks up my spine.

Every once in a while she would begin to gag as tried to suck me into her throat, causing her to back away momentarily. But each time this happened, it seemed to give her more resolve to try again, until she was finally taking all of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. The feel of my cock in her throat was beyond imagination. The tightness of her throat muscles as they contracted and reacted to the intrusion felt like tiny fingers squeezing and releasing my throbbing member.

I don't know what caused her to do it, but when I was completely impaled into her mouth, she tried to say something to me. This created a vibrating sensation that was unbelievable. "Pam," I whispered, "do that again, say something"

Again she tried to talk, causing the vibration. Damn that felt good.

Pam sensed my pleasure and started humming a song. I couldn't begin to tell you what the song was but it was doing an unimaginable job of stimulating my cock.

I was unable to last long with this type of manipulation going on and soon was pumping cum into her mouth and down her throat as she greedily sucked me through to orgasmic completion. I was in heaven.

When she finished I looked at her and asked what brought that about.

"I don't know," she responded, "but it was kind of fun. I'm going to have to do that more often."

I quickly planted the thought in her mind that she really enjoyed giving head and the taste of cum. I wanted this to become a regular event.

As Pam snuggled back into me, my cock now limp and satisfied, she seemed to be having a difficult time trying to get comfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing really. I just have a bit of a tickle," she responded, smiling shyly. I then remembered that the thought I placed in her mind was that she was sexually aroused. I made a mental note that I really had to be careful of the instructions I gave so as not to create any permanent discomfort for people.

Placing my hand between her legs, I gently pushed them apart and started softly stroking her pussy lips. She was wet and warm. The moisture had begun to seep into her hairs, causing them to glisten in the light of the TV. I increased the speed of my stroking, not fast, but faster than before. This brought about a soft moan from her lips and caused her to snuggle in to my body tighter.

I continued this manipulation of her womanhood for a few minutes before entering a finger between her lips, finding a stiff clit waiting for me. I was amazed at the wetness. Rarely did Pam get this moist during sex. We usually had to use lots of lube to make sex comfortable for her. Not this time, however, as her natural lubrication was abundant.

I gently thrust a finger into her vagina, pulling it back out, and then thrusting in once again. At this point, adding a second finger, I repeating the motions, hesitating momentarily at the point of fullest penetration before withdrawing my hand. This caused another, louder, moan to escape her lips. Finally I inserted three fingers and allowed my thumb to rub against her clit as my hand pumped in and out of her hole. My rubbing continued only a few minutes before she arched her back and started to shake. Pam was experiencing her first orgasm ever. Her moans of pleasure lasted for better than 3 minutes as I rapidly pumped my hand back and forth across her clit.

When she was done Cumming, she looked into my face and said, "Oh My....That was incredible. Is that what an orgasm is? That is amazing. Do it again."

Without hesitation I started my massaging again. Her juices were flowing, bathing my hand as I pressed in and out of her treasure. Within moments, my beautiful, conservative, naked wife was convulsing in my arms as her second orgasm hit. Pam's chest thrust outward as the orgasm began and I quickly moved my mouth over the nipple of her left breast and started sucking her into my mouth. This seemed to create and even more intense pleasure for her body as she grabbed my head, pulling me into her bosom.

After she had calmed back down from the intensity of the orgasm, Pam looked at me with a sheepish smile and in a combined question and request, said, "Again?"

I smiled back and waited for a moment before repeating my thrusting in and out of her puffy lipped pussy. This time I decided to push things a bit and added another form of stimuli. As Pam started to respond to the plunging of my hand in her pussy, I reached behind her with my free hand and gently started to rub her ass hole. The response was a soft moan of approval.