Summary: Perhaps it's the ultimate sexual gift a woman could give to her husband... Hayley gives Steven the keys to the kingdom, a pill that makes her comply with whatever fantasies he is willing to attempt, and at the same time, show that she trusts his judgment completely, because she won't remember a thing afterwards.
This the 3
rd
and final Chapter. Maybe.
Pill Three:
Over a month passed since the trip to Gatlinburg with no mention of the final pill. Their sex life had been much more frequent and satisfying. Steven enjoyed hinting at things that "may have happened," but he otherwise he had opted to share a variety of adult "stories" he'd gathered online. She liked the ones that were well written, but even the others were okay. It was just the "idea" different strokes that authors wrote about, and she was certain people actually did some of those things as well.
Still, there were a lot of things "out there" they had never done or would never do - bondage rooms, domination as a lifestyle, orgies, seductions of strangers, sex with friends... All of it was exciting in its way, especially as they reality tested all of them. "Can you imagine?" "Would you ever want..." "Do people actually do
that
?" No matter. And, of course, there was much they might. There were a few simple romance stories out there as well. They didn't have to make time for sex each evening. Instead, they ditched Netflix and their cell phones after dinner and focused on their sex lives.
Hayley's head was nestled on Steven's chest, rising slightly with each of his breaths. She could hear the rhythm of his heart slowly return to normal. "Steven, last night, it was hard sex. Tonight, was making love. Intimate. Which was your favorite?"
Steven considered a few moments. "I think you know the answer to that. I like having my cock inside you on any occasion. But last night, we revisited your college fuck with those three guys. That's not intimate. When I was fucking you, I was thinking... 'I can't believe my own wife actually did that. And she's telling me about it. And she enjoyed it so much.' The stories we've been reading, they don't compare to that. So, for me, it's like I'm there, fucking this hot girl who came to be fucked by me and a couple other guys. And I like hearing the noises you make when I'm fucking you hard."
"And tonight?"
"Tonight, was all about sensitive touch, appreciating you for the person you are, watching the emotions on your face with each stroke, loving and appreciating you."
"You don't think that it's a function of the position?"
"What do you mean?" asked Steven.
"Well, the missionary position involves kissing and seeing each other close face to face. It's usually very intimate." Hayley smiled at him.
"I don't know. With that story in mind, missionary is just one of a number of ways I want to fuck you hard."
"Okay, well, when I'm on top, that's more about me teasing you. Sure, I like the control it gives me because I set the pace, but it's still more intimate because I get to watch your reactions."
"Right, playful."
"Mostly, yes. From behind...That's different. You can move more easily, so you thrust harder, and I can bend to meet you at whatever angle feels best. It's aggressive... animalistic... and I like it. But there's an anonymity to it. With my face buried in the pillow, you could be anybody."
"So, you're imagining other guys?"
"No, don't be silly."
"I'm not so sure. How about when you play with your vibrator? You usually end up in that same position, or at least lying flat on your stomach. Who are you thinking about? Those guys from college?"
"Well, that's different. But I'm not always fantasizing about something. It's usually just the physical stimulation I'm after."
"Yes," Steven said, "But you said 'usually." How about the other times?"
"Steven, I'm not even thinking about their faces or who they were. It's more about how it made me feel."
"See, it is them, then!"
"Well, I guess. It's easier than making something up," she said. "But again, I'm not thinking about them specifically. It's more about, well, how it made me feel, self-confidence really. It's not just about being touched the way you touch me or the rougher handling by someone who doesn't care for me the way you do. Imagine there were three girls who wanted you at the same time. How would that affect you? And, come on, I've told you this before. One guy doesn't feel like another. And they weren't there to enjoy my company. It was just young lust and body parts everywhere. See? It's making you hard again. Don't be surprised that it has that effect on me."
"It does on me, for sure. Anyone else then, other than them and your boyfriends?"
"That I'd fantasize about? Nothing serious, like someone in a TV show or movie. But maybe it's some odd moment during the day, seeing someone who looks a certain way."
"Like who? Anyone recently?"
"No. I don't know, maybe it's a good-looking guy at the store who never looks my way, or maybe sometimes he does. Maybe it's different for a woman. It's not whether a guy looks at me or not. Guys look all the time. And that's kind of the point. I pay attention because if they don't look, it means maybe I've lost something. I don't think it's different with other women. We're raised to attract guys. So, it could be wherever. At a restaurant, on the street... maybe it's at a pool and I catch a guy looking at me and he has a hard-on."
"Usually at pools, the water has the opposite effect," he said.
She could tell it clicked with Steven.
"Hey, the only pool you've been to lately was at my boss' house. Who was it?"
"You don't need me to answer that, silly."
"Tim. You fantasize about Tim."
Hayley smiled. "Sure," she said, "maybe some. And don't tell me you don't fantasize about some of the women there."
"I'm asking the questions here. And I take it that this happened, so what, may I ask, caused him to get a hard-on, one that you obviously noticed?"
"Well, it's probably my fault he...had his problem." Hayley knew the question was coming.
"And why's that?"
"Because, dear, I dove into the pool. You remember that you didn't just tell me it was fine to wear a bikini. You insisted. I'll point out that none of the other women did. So, it's your fault really."
"What, your bikini came loose?"
"Pretty much the top came off, and he was standing on the pool deck watching when I came up from the dive. I acted as if I didn't notice that he, or anyone else, saw anything, but he saw a good bit, I think. He was adjusting himself the rest of the afternoon. He needs a girlfriend, I think."
"So that's why he's been asking about you all the time! He can't get a dirty thought about my wife out of his head!"
She could see the wheels turning in his head.
"And neither, apparently, can you! Why is that?"
