Morning of Day One - Julie
Julie felt great. Better than she had in years. In fact, she didn't know if she'd ever felt like this at all. She assumed that she probably felt better day to day as a teenager, but didn't know any better at the time. She didn't even realize how bad she had been feeling until after taking the pill. The general fatigue, the clogged sinuses, the slight ache to everything that had started around twenty-eight — all of it gone, like an invisible weight taken away. And she smiled for it. Standing in the garden, grinning at her flowers in the sun like a half mad woman.
Of course, she hadn't really noticed until after the morning's time with Stan. That thought made her a little uncomfortable and the smile drooped slightly as she went to work digging roots out of a clod of dirt. She'd woken up unable to think of anything other than sucking her husband's dick. Well, not anything. She could still think, but the idea intruded on her constantly. Busying herself hadn't helped at all. The second she stopped focusing on whatever menial task she set herself, the idea of Stan's dick in her mouth popped right back into her head. Her lips wrapping around the head, his body tensed and eager under her touch, moving in the perfect motion up and down while working her tongue along the length until that —.
Julie's skin was warm. She lied to herself and said it was the sun. But it was hard to deny the feeling between her legs or her watering mouth. Wasn't that the point though? The pill was meant to light a fire on their reproductive drives and it was certainly succeeding in doing that. But something about the way it just grabbed control of her entire body made Julie resent it. Sure Stan likes the idea of waking up to a blowjob this morning, but how far does that go. What if the pills turned her into a cum drunk slut by the end of the week? Starting a family together was supposed to be a mutual decision of love. Not just wild fucking day in and day out. So, no, even if she did want to rip off her shorts and go pin her husband to the kitchen table, Julie resolved herself to maintaining some level of decorum.
The patio door opened and Stan stepped outside. He wore a decade old Metallica t-shirt for a concert that he never went to. Stan had a way of attracting t-shirts only somewhat offset by Julie's tendency to appropriate them for herself. He held up a power drill and buzzed it. "Where's the pot?"
Julie pointed at the worktable under the eave. "You need to use water to keep the drill bit cool, remember?"
He waved his hand dismissively as he picked up the ceramic and positioned it on the workbench. After some fiddling he had everything the way he wanted, then stopped with a long sigh. He put down the drill and went inside, returning with a glass of water that he poured over the base of the upturned pot. Then, he set to work drilling. His arm flexed while he applied the pressure to the drill and in turn his right side tensed as well. In shorts, Julie could see his legs strain and his nearly flat butt tense as he tried to hold everything in place. She cursed under her breath and wished her hands were clean so she could touch herself.
"Ah, fuck," Stan said as the drill bit broke through. He wiped away the water and dust. "No, we're good. Worked just like I meant it to. All in the wrist, they say." He brought the pot over to her with a wide grin on his face. "That the last thing?"
No, I want to suck your dick again.
"Yeah, until I think of something else." Stan had been unusually productive in helping her that morning. He'd dug out the flowerbed that they'd been ignoring for months, trimmed back the hedges, cleaned off the patio and the grill, and a half dozen other chores that Julie had pointed out while she weeded and replanted. Clearly the pill had made him feel a little better as well. "I'm making us salad for lunch, but I still have a little to do first."
"Just salad?" he asked. "I'm craving...something. Meatier."
Julie turned away from him as the thoughts intruded once again.
I'm like a horny teenager for pity's sake.
"We're having tenderloin for dinner. That's all the meat you need for today."
"Can we put some of those ham bits in the salad? I'm seriously craving it. Stomach growling kind of craving it. Rabbit food won't cut it."
"Fine, you can have ham and bacon in your salad. Satisfied?"
"Oh, you can satisfy me any time," he said, leaning down and kissing her on top of the head. It took every ounce of her will to stop from turning around, yanking his shorts off, and sucking him into her mouth. Maybe another cold shower would help.
"After lunch, I might run up to the hardware store," she said. "I'm low on potting soil."
"I can do that if —"
"No, no. You enjoy your time off. I want to get out of the house a little bit, I think. You know, before those 'flu symptoms' set in." She said it with a wink, hoping he would take the hint and drag her inside to fuck her brains out.
No. Come on Julie.
Stan had his hands on his hips and she could see the outline of his cock in his shorts. He wore those shorts all the time, how had she not noticed before. Or maybe it wasn't like that before. Maybe he was half hard and waiting.
JULIE! Control yourself.
