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.
"I might go for a run," Stan said. "After lunch, I mean. Have a weird amount of energy. Not sure I can just sit around. Little exercise should work it out. Then maybe a nap. Somehow I'm energetic and tired at the same time. That doesn't make sense does it?"
Julie just shrugged and he walked back inside. She let out a long breath and tried to focus on the plant in her hands.
***
Lunch and the trip to the hardware store went by without incident. It became much easier to focus on things other than sex when Stan wasn't around. The further she got away from all things Stan, the clearer her head felt. She wasn't sure if it was the drugs or just her old fashioned attraction to her goofy husband. Indulging in the freedom from her rampant sex drive, she wandered to the least sexual place she could find, the plumbing section where the various models of toilets were on display. A few deep breaths cleared away the rest of her pent up sexual energy and let her enjoy browsing the garden center before hoisting a bag of soil on her shoulder and heading back to her car.
Then it started to creep back in. Where would he be when she got home? Would he be back from his nap, waiting on the couch all sweaty and hot? Maybe he'd have taken his shirt off during the run. Stan would never display his pale, flabby middle-aged torso outside and rarely enough inside, but that didn't make the fantasy any less possible to Julie. She'd wondered while they ate lunch together if he was having the same urges that she was, but he didn't seem unusual in anything other than his appetite. He'd eaten his salad in a frenzy and then made himself a sandwich while she nagged at him about sodium. Maybe, as a man, he was just more accustomed to dealing with a higher sex drive. Before work took all his energy, he'd been quite the amorous partner.
Julie put the car in the garage and lugged out the soil, dropping it in a corner where she kept her gardening supplies. She paused a moment and smoothed out her clothes. Briefly, the wild thought of stripping to the waist entered her mind. She could stride into the living room with her breasts pushed out and crawl onto Stan's lap, shoving them in his face.
If that doesn't get him to notice how fucking horny I am, I don't know what will.
Again, though, she pushed the idea aside.
None of it mattered though. Stan wasn't back from his run yet. She checked every room of the house while calling his name. His absence left her crestfallen, but a new idea came to her. That morning, she hadn't thought much beyond getting Stan's cock in her mouth, but now she wanted something inside her just to stave off the feeling for a while. She went to the master bedroom closet and started digging through the piles of boxes, quilts, and bags at the back. She muttered to herself while she looked and yelped with excitement when she spotted the striped bag she was looking for. Carrying it back to the bedroom as though it were an illicit jewel, she called out for Stan once again, no answer coming, and then opened the bag.
Inside were a variety of sex toys from what seemed like a different life to her now. A few frilly nighties shoved off to one end, a pair of handcuffs with a broken lock, a bottle of lube, a rubber ring that Stan had worn once when she dared him, and the bounty she had been looking for, four dildos. She brought the out and laid them on the bed one at a time. The first was a short purple colored vibrator that felt light without batteries. The second was a larger personal massager that had its cord still wrapped around it. The third was another handheld vibrator with a small clit stimulator on it. And the fourth was a gag party favor given to her at a bachelorette party, a silicone cock and balls with a suction cup on one end. The bride-to-be had gotten drunk enough to stick one on the wall of a bathroom and mime fucking herself while moaning her fiance's name into a video call. Julie had been mortified at the time, but now found herself wondering if Stan had taken his phone with him.
With the four dildos laid out, she eliminated the battery users immediately, shoving them back in the bag and making a mental note to find batteries later. With the choice being between the massager and the other, she gravitated toward the one that actually looked like a dick. She realized that she didn't want to just get off, she wanted to get properly fucked by something. Biting her lip, she tucked the massager away and shoved the bag under the bed. The dildo came with her into the bathroom where she thoroughly washed it, all the while muttering to herself about being an idiot. A few times she stopped and strained her ears for the sound of Stan moving around in the house. He'd never seen her use a dildo and she had no intention of changing that today.
