"Well, Michael, I'm happy to be able to tell you that there's nothing physically wrong with you."
How nice for the doctor that he could be so happy. Mike didn't feel quite the same happiness.
"In that case, doctor," he said, putting a major effort into sounding calm and reasonable, "perhaps you could explain why I can't get it up, so to speak."
"Stress," Michael was told. "You failed to achieve an erection during a stressful period. That failure just added additional stress which compounded the problem. Each failure creates more stress which creates more failures. It's rather a vicious circle. Fortunately, the cure is quite simple. Once you achieve an erection the stress will dwindle remarkably and you should have no problems getting further erections."
"Great," thought Mike. "I can't get it up because I can't get it up. But if I can get it up, I'll be able to get it up."
"I see," he said politely. "And do you have any suggestions as to how I break this vicious circle, as you named it?"
"Quite easily," said the doctor. "It's called Viagra. One little tablet and you'll have an erection within an hour. I can let you have one tablet from my samples. Use it wisely. After that you shouldn't have any problems. If you do, come back and see me. If necessary, I will arrange a prescription."
What with one thing and another, Mike had had to book an evening visit with his doctor. As a matter of fact he was the last patient and it was getting late. Mike considered the situation. Irene would be putting the kids to bed about now. That meant by the time he arrived home they'd be sound asleep and Irene would probably be curled up in their bed watching TV and waiting for him to arrive home.
If, Mike decided, I take the pill now I'll be erect and ready as soon as I get home and will be able to greet Irene properly. So, down the hatch. Send a message to warn her of what's heading her way or just make it a pleasant surprise. Message, he decided, settling back on his seat, quite certain that he could already feel his erection starting to kick in.
A slight delay on the train and an unfortunate run of traffic lights delayed Mike's journey, and almost the full hour had passed before he arrived home. The Viagra, he found, had most definitely kicked in, and if he didn't take his trousers off soon he suspected he might just burst out of them. Parking the car he rushed inside, beaming with anticipation.
Irene not in the kitchen. Probably in the bedroom as he'd surmised. Moving right along, Mike reached the bedroom and smiled at the sight before him.
Irene had a basket of freshly folded clothes on the floor beside her and was bent over, putting some things in the bottom drawer of the tallboy. A short skirt he hadn't seen before had ridden up, showing some lacy panties. They were new, too. Irene had apparently been doing some shocking. Suited her, though. The things made her look younger and more slender. From this angle anyway.
Quietly stepping up behind Irene Mike pushed her panties down and pressed his erection firmly between her legs so that it was lying along her slit.
"Guess what?" he said with a laughing voice.
His question was answered with a squeal, and then a nervous voice spoke to him.
"I'd guess that you've forgotten that your wife had to go to her mother's place tonight and arranged for me to babysit until you got home. She also asked me if I could take the clothes out of the drier and put them away for her. You will be careful with that thing, won't you?"
"Rosie?" asked Mike. He felt like slapping himself. Now that Rosie had mentioned it he did remember. His father-in-law had been in hospital and was released that afternoon. Irene was staying with her mother to make sure everything was OK for the first night.
"I'm terribly sorry, Rosie," Mike said. "Wouldn't have offended you for words. This does leave me in a bit of a predicament though."
