0 comments/ 41232 views/ 4 favorites The Love Drug By: rickoshay Part 1 "It's a compound of different drugs," Jack explained. "They're all fully tested and declared safe. They are prescribed in larger doses every day. One group reduces anxiety and inhibitions, they give a feeling of relaxation and contentment, make you feel good. Another group increases hormone levels, they've been used on women who think they're frigid to encourage the sex drive. Another makes the body more sensitive to stimulation. Another puts the subject in a more suggestible state, the sort of things used with hypnosis." "So what does it actually do?" Wendy asked. Jack grinned. "It's an aphrodisiac." Wendy laughed. "It's quite mild in terms of drug content, but it's very potent because of the combination. They were a long time concocting it and got good results, but the Director died in a car accident along with his assistant. They were the only ones who knew what had been developed. The papers and equipment were sold off in auction. I bought the lot for next to nothing and got hold of the formula and a small supply of pills. I've checked the pills, they contain what the formula says. I've checked the formula, the drugs are all tried and tested. I've read the results, the Director had a wonderful time testing on his assistant. Now I don't know what to do with what I've got. I don't want to be ripped off by some big company. Also, selling so called aphrodisiacs is not a good career move for a serious researcher and I don't want to lose my reputation. So I need someone I trust to market them sensibly. Not a get rich quick merchant, someone who will go slowly and develop the potential without making waves. That's what I'm offering you." "It sounds wonderful," I said. "I just start selling drugs and make my fortune." "There's nothing in these pills that anyone could do you for. They can all be bought across the counter. You could get in trouble if the results are as amazing as the notes say. Anyway, you can have the lot if you want, if you don't then I'm dropping the whole thing. Handle it whatever way you like." And that was how this started. Wendy made a cup of tea. She was amused by the whole thing. She didn't believe it at all, but liked laughing about it. "Who can you sell it too?" she asked. "We could advertise in a naughty magazine." "I don't see how we could sell it at all. We have no idea if it works or not. The stuff could be dangerous." "It's all crap,” Wendy said. My wife doesn’t skirt around her opinions. “Have you tried one Jack?" "No, but it shouldn't be dangerous," Jack said. "There's nothing in it that I haven't taken before, and then in larger quantities.” "So you take a pill and we'll see," Wendy said. "Or is it designed to only work on women?" She grinned. "According to the notes it is less effective on men." "It would be. So you would be happy to take one?" Jack shrugged. "It wouldn't worry me." "Go on then," Wendy took the bottle of pills and tipped them out on the table, "take one." Jack shrugged, picked up a pill and swallowed it. "How do you feel?" "Fine, it will take some time to get into the blood stream, about twenty minutes I should think." "Well I'm not going to sit watching, I have dinner to prepare. You should have one as well, Will, then you'll be able to sort Jack out if he becomes sex craved and starts to attack the cat." She picked up a pill and held it in front of me. "Open up." I opened my mouth and she popped it in, smiled and went out to the kitchen. Jack and I sat there. We didn't talk much, we were both waiting to see what would happen. Nothing did. Time passed. Wendy came back from the kitchen and grinned at the two of us. "Well how are the aphrodisiac kids feeling?" "Pretty much as normal," I said. "Me too," Jack said. He sounded disappointed. "Well never mind. Are you staying to dinner Jack?" Wendy asked. "If I'm invited." "You're invited." "I've got a bottle of wine at home, shall I fetch it?" "Good idea. Be back for eight." Jack nodded. He picked up a pill from the table and looked at it, then shrugged and popped it in his mouth. "Maybe it needs two," he said. He left for the wine. "Another wonderful business idea bites the dust," Wendy said. "It's not supposed to be so effective on men," I said. "I'll bet you an amazing sexual experience to breakfast in bed that it has the same lack of effect on me that it had on you. The stuff in it is harmless, that makes it harmless. Watch." She picked up a pill and popped it in her mouth. "Now we shall find out if there are any wonderful aphrodisiac qualities." She grinned and went back to the kitchen. I sat there feeling very relaxed. Wendy came back. "Go and have a shower and change." I went upstairs. The water felt good on my body. I pulled on a pair of trousers and a T shirt and went down. Wendy was humming quietly in the kitchen. "It'll be ready in an hour. My turn for a shower." She stretched and smiled at me, a very warm smile. "What should I wear this evening?" "How about your little black dress and your black stockings." "You're still hoping the pills will work. You're a real optimist." Soon after Wendy went up Jack arrived carrying two bottles of wine. "That's for with the meal, that's for now." He went to the kitchen and came back with three glasses and an open bottle. "I don't know if it's wishful thinking, but I think the pill has had an effect. I feel very relaxed. And with a bit of that inside us we shall feel even better. Where’s the lovely Wendy?" "She’s gone to change, the food's in the oven and will be ready in about an hour." We sat and sipped at the wine. I was feeling very mellow. "Wendy's got a lovely body," Jack said. "She's a very attractive woman. You're a lucky man." "I certainly am," I said. "She's having a shower." I thought of her in the shower. "She'll be soaping her breasts." "That's a lovely image," Jack said. "She's got very nice breasts." "I'd like to see them," Jack said. I nodded. Jack didn't usually say things like that. "It's rather unlikely," I said, "She doesn't flash them around much, even for me." "That's a pity." "Bit of a waste really," I said. "But it's nice thinking of her in the shower soaping her breasts." "Very. Do you watch her showering?" "No," I laughed, "but I'm allowed to use my imagination." "She's out of the shower." We could hear Wendy moving around. We sipped our wine and waited for her. When Wendy came down she was wearing the little black dress I'd mentioned. She hadn't ever worn it much since she first got it. She usually felt too embarrassed by the way it moulded itself to her body and the length of leg it showed. "You look fantastic," Jack said. "Thank you," Wendy answered. "This is Will's favourite dress. He thinks it's very sexy." "And you've put the stockings on," I said. "You look wonderful." She smiled at me, "I feel wonderful. Very relaxed. Is there any wine for me?" I got up and poured her a glass. She sat on the settee. I gave her the wine and sat beside her. She sipped. "Mmm, that tastes good," She drank some more. "I put on some lipstick, do you like it? It's a deeper red than I usually use." "It looks very kissable," I said. So I lent forward and kissed her. She stayed relaxed. Usually she didn't like being physically affectionate when there were other people around. "We need some music," Wendy said. She got up and went over to the CD player. The music crept into the room. She turned and looked over at us and smiled. "You should dance," Jack said. Wendy laughed, then began moving to the music. Most unlike her. "Beautiful, a dream come to life. We need mood lighting," I said. I dimmed the main lights. Wendy was still swaying to the music, her eyes were closed and a small smile hovered round her lips. "And a stage," Jack said. "The dancer needs a stage." "I've got one," I pulled the long, low and very solid coffee table into the centre of the room. "Onto your stage Wendy." Wendy has never been much of an exhibitionist, but she just smiled, slipped off her shoes and stepped up onto the coffee table. She began to move to the music again. I sat on the settee and watched. Wendy moved well, slowly and sensuously weaving her body up and down, hips twisting, breasts thrust forward. Her arms moved, first up and out, stretching till they met above her head then slowly down stroking her hair, her neck, her breasts, her belly, then out and up again. Her eyes were closed and there was a dreamy expression on her face. "Take the dress off," Jack said. His voice was husky. Wendy opened her eyes and smiled at me. He hands smoothed over her breasts again, then down her belly to her hips. She eased the dress up a little so that the tops of her stockings were uncovered, then her hands went up again, belly, breasts, high in the air, her hips turning, legs slightly parted. "Take it off," I said. She smiled again, then, eyes on me, she slid her hands down her body, took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up slowly. She paused when it reached her waist. "You're so beautiful," I told her. She smiled again. One of her hands held the dress, the other smoothed over her belly, then over her panties, her hips pushing forward, then twisting back. "Take it off," I said. She gripped the hem with both hands and pulled the dress up, over her head, and threw it behind her. "Yeah!" Jack said. "Move that body." And Wendy danced, in stockings, panties and bra. "Take the bra off," Jack said. Wendy's hands smoothed over her body again. Her eyes were closed, her body moving. She took no notice of Jack. We watched. She seemed to have moved into her own dream. "Take you bra off Wendy," Jack said. "Tell her, Will." I laughed. "Jack wants to see your breasts," I said. "Come to think of it, I'd like to see them too." Wendy smiled at me, then slowly rolled one shoulder up, the thumb of her other hand hooked in the shoulder strap of the bra, and as she rolled the shoulder up she pushed the strap off. Her breast popped fully into view, firm, well rounded, with pronounced brown nipples. She pulled her arm through the strap, smiled at me again and repeated the movement on the other side. Both breasts were displayed and the bra loose around her waist. She twisted it round, undid the catch, and dropped the bra on the floor. "You're stunning," Jack said. I looked over at him. And I saw that he had undone his trousers and pushed them down enough to hold his cock. He was staring at Wendy. His hand was moving slowly up and down. I laughed. "You've turned Jack on, Wendy," I said. Wendy looked at Jack and smiled as her hands slid slowly up her belly to stroke her breasts. Her body was still swaying to the gentle beat of the music. One of her hands moved down her belly and slipped inside the top of her panties. She smiled when Jack groaned. Her other hand moved to her panties, her eyes closed and her feet shuffled round on the table as her body swayed until her back was to us. Her hands had worked the panties down, baring her bum. She pushed them down right down and kicked them to the side of the room, then her movement continued until she was facing us again, wearing only stockings. Jack had a glazed expression on his face. His hand was still rubbing mechanically at his cock while he stared at Wendy. "She shouldn't be the only one naked." Jack said. He began to pull off his clothes, still staring at Wendy moving to the music, eyes still closed. I began to undress. By the time I had my clothes off Jack was naked and staring at Wendy with his cock in his hand again. "Wendy." His voice was pleading. Wendy's eyes opened dreamily. She smiled at him and stepped down from the table. "Does it want a stroke?" she asked. Her hand took Jack's cock and she began pulling at it gently. Jack moaned. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and stroking them. Wendy's other hand moved towards me. I stepped closer to her and she took my cock in her hand and started pulling on it. "Gently, Jack," Wendy said. She didn't like her breasts to be mauled too roughly. She moved back a little. Jack's hands dropped. Wendy smiled at him, then went down on her knees. "They like a gentle touch." She smiled up at him, pushed her chest forward and rubbed the head of his cock around first one nipple, then the other. "Me too," I said. She smiled lazily at me and did the same with my cock. "That feels good," I said. She smiled again, then sat back on her heels, moved her head forward and licked the tip of my cock with her hot wet tongue. Her hands were still wanking both of us in slow lazy pulls. "Suck me," Jack said. Wendy smiled at me, then her mouth moved to Jack's cock. Her lips parted and her mouth fastened round the head of Jack's cock. "Get yourself ready, Wendy," I said. Wendy's hand left my cock and moved between her own legs she began to rub herself. Jack had taken his cock in his hand again and was wanking it hard while Wendy's tongue and lips stimulated the head. He was gone. Wendy moved both hands to his hips to control his movements, and stop him from thrusting his cock deep into her mouth. He began to moan, then his body jerked and his cum shot from his cock. Some of it splashed her face, most went between her lips. She swallowed, still licking at the head while his body relaxed. My cock was in need of release. I gripped Wendy's shoulders and pushed her back. She lay on the floor, legs wide and I pushed into her. She was as ready as I was and we began fucking with the sort of wild abandon that I hadn't felt for years. I couldn't hold back. I shot my load and slid out of her. Wendy wasn't finished, but Jack was ready for seconds. He moved on top of her and began fucking. Her body continued responding. I lay on my side watching Jack fucking Wendy. He took longer than me and Wendy was enjoying it. His pleasure and her pleasure had me hard again. I wanted more. Jack finished and withdrew grunting. Wendy looked at me. "Are you OK?" I asked. She grinned. "You mean you want more?" I nodded. "I feel as though I could fuck forever." I was in her again, fucking more slowly, savouring the feel of her body against mine and the heat of her cunt round my cock. I fucked slowly, a satisfying deep grinding fuck that brought Wendy to orgasm twice before I came. Jack reached out to her as I rolled off. She didn't complain, merely opened her legs again to welcome him. They fucked slowly, Jack working hard. His whole body was covered with sweat. Finally he groaned and rolled off her. Jenny lay still for a while, then stretched, let out a heavy sigh, and sat up. "Time to eat," she said. "I seem to have worked up an appetite." She stood up and picked up her dress. Jack was lying on his side, a dopey expression on his face, watching Wendy. "Don't put on the dress please." Wendy shrugged and dropped the dress again. "Let's go eat." Wendy served. I poured more wine. We ate and drank. There was no conversation all through the first course. When Wendy stood to get the next course Jack caught her arm and pulled her over to him. He pulled her onto his knee. Wendy didn't complain as his hand played with her breasts. "I'm going hard again," he said. "Leave it a while, let's eat first." She got off his knee. "I'll have her over the table when we've eaten," Jack said. He looked tired and sounded drunk. We ate in silence again. Then Jack cleared a section of the table. "Jack wants to have you bent over the table, Wendy," I said. "What about pudding?" "Later," Jack slurred, "Come round here." Wendy went to Jack. He bent her over the table so that she was looking straight at me. Her breasts were dangling, I put my hands out and cupped them. I looked into her eyes. "What's he doing?" "He's just pushing into me." She sighed. "He's in me, it feels nice. Kiss me." I lent forward and kissed her slowly. I could feel her body moving to Jack's fucking. It seemed to go on for ever. Finally Jack groaned. He pulled out, and wandered out of the kitchen. "Let's forget pudding," I said. "I feel very tired," Wendy said. "Where's Jack gone?" We both wandered into the living room. Jack was sprawled out on the settee fast asleep. "Two's too many," Wendy said. "I'll get him a blanket." Wendy returned a moment later with the quilt from the spare room. She spread it over Jack. "Shall we go to bed?" Wendy led the way. We left everything and went to bed. We slept cuddled together, felling close and relaxed and falling asleep almost immediately. When I woke in the morning Wendy was still out. I crept out of bed, dying for a pee. After I'd relieved myself I felt the need for a drink. Jack was still sprawled on the settee where we'd left him, but now he was snoring. In the kitchen I put on the kettle, drank a pint of milk straight from the bottle, then cleaned up from dinner. When I finished in the kitchen I went to the living room and collected my clothes and Jenny's. I was still relaxed, viewing the previous evenings debauchery almost like a film that I'd watched but taken no part in. I went back to the kitchen and made a pot of tea to take up to Wendy. Wendy woke slowly. She took the cup and smiled, then sipped. We drank our tea in silence. When Wendy gave me her cup she said, "Last night. I didn't dream it did I?" "Not unless I had the same dream." I said. "I did a striptease?" "Beautifully," I said, closing my eyes and remembering her body moving on the table. "And I, with you and with Jack, I.." "Twice with me, and I think it was four times with Jack. He's still dead to the world." "I can't believe it," she said. "I know it happened, but I can't believe it. I suppose that's why I don't feel bad about it. I need a bath." She got out of bed. I lay and dozed for a while. Wendy returned and told me she'd left the water, as she often did in the morning. I went and sank in the bath. After that I dressed, feeling reinvigorated. "You'd better offer Jack a bath," Wendy said. "From what I remember, he'll need one." It took some time to waken Jack. He went for a bath while I tidied up. Wendy came down and started sorting out breakfast. Jack came down looking rather sheepish. "Are you two all right?" he asked. "Fine," I said. "How about you?" "Tired, but otherwise great. That was an amazing evening." "You're not to talk about it ever again," Wendy said quietly, "or I'll kill you." Jack nodded. "And remember in future that two is too many." Jack nodded again. The three of us ate breakfast, after that Jack left. The Love Drug Ch. 02 Wendy was quiet all morning. In the afternoon she finally spoke to me. "Was that really those pills? I can't believe how I felt and what I did. Was it the effect of the pills and you two obviously feeling randy, or ... I don't know." "Or are you just a wanton harlot who took advantage of a situation?" She blushed and nodded. "We need a trial. Give someone a pill without telling them." "You can't do that." "How about if I slip you one without telling you, see how it works." "I'd notice." "Not necessarily. Leave it to me." Later that afternoon I made some peculiar drinks. "Try this." "I'm not that stupid," she said. "Nor am I. This drink could have a pill crushed in it, but it might not. I'm going to give you drinks like it every two hours. I'll know which one is real." She accepted that. An hour later I suggested that we have a bit of fun. She pushed me away when I tried to fondle her breasts. "I'm still tired from last night. If the drink you gave me had the pill in it the it isn't working. I don't feel at all sexual." "Never mind," I said. "There's still time." Around six I gave her another drink. She carried on as normal. We ate just after seven and had some wine with the meal. A little before eight Wendy asked if it was time for her next special drink. "Do you want it to be the one with the pill in?" I asked. She smiled. "I expect it to be the one. You won't want to leave it too late or it will clash with bed time." I nodded. "But do you want it to be the one." She shrugged, then grinned. "Yes, I do." "I'll get the drink. But we should be a little more scientific about this. I want to record the difference." I set up our video camera. I had suggested we film some of our private lives in the past, but Wendy had always refused. I fetched the drink. "We'll try a before and after," I said. "You do a stip-tease before you have the drink. And be as suggestive and sexual as you comfortably can. Then you can have the drink and we'll see how different you are afterwards." Wendy shrugged. I put on some music and pulled out the table. "Your stage. Let me see how well you can strip at the moment." She kicked off her shoes and stood on the table. I filmed as she slowly took off her clothes. She moved sensuously and touched her body as she stripped, stimulating herself. "Don't stop," I said when she was naked. "See if you can reach orgasm." She got off the table and pushed it out of the way, then sat on the couch with her legs wide, smiling at me. She masturbated slowly and beautifully while I filmed, reaching a climax that left her panting. "That was beautiful," I told her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "Now," she smiled, "you get your clothes off while I have my drink." She emptied the glass while I undressed, then moved close to me. One hand took my penis and began pulling it gently while she kissed me. "How are you feeling?" I asked her. "I'm feeling good," she whispered. She snuggled up against me, pulling at my cock. "You're looking good too," I said. "Stop wasting time sweet talking me, I want this in me, now." We made love. Long, hard physical love. Wendy wasn't insatiable, she didn't behave like some sex crazed nymphomaniac. She was simply very obliging, very interested, very open, very positive and very responsive. She came three times. After lovemaking she seemed to be relaxed. I pointed to the camera. "The pill should have had long enough now," I said. "We filmed the before, let's film the after. You just lie still. We'll start with you as you are, on your back on the floor with your legs apart, and take it from there. OK?" "Whatever you want," she answered. I got the camera and focussed on her. "Start by stimulating yourself, as if you're getting ready to masturbate, then when you're ready, give yourself another orgasm." Her hands moved all over her body till she was responding to her own touch, then she began to rub her clitoris. She was smiling and relaxed. When I suggested she try it with a candle she laughed and got a candle. She stroked it into herself slowly, watching the smooth narrow shape move between her loose pink lips. She used it with obvious pleasure. I suggested a cucumber and fetched it from the kitchen. She slipped it between her legs, worked it deep inside her and used it with gusto. She told me she preferred it to the candle. She came twice while I filmed, then we went to bed. Next day we watched the video. Wendy was a little embarrassed. She told me the test had failed. She had behaved more wantonly after the pill, she had used the excuse of the pill, but since she'd become randy before the pill and masturbated for the camera then, it was only the excuse to behave outrageously when she was obviously willing to behave outrageously any way. It was then that I told her I had slipped the pill in her food at diner. "But I was thinking about the pill and that I could do whatever I wanted and it wouldn't be my fault," she argued. "That could have been what set me off." "We'll have to try it on someone who knows nothing about it," I suggested. "You can't do that, it would be immoral." I didn't answer. That afternoon a friend of Wendy's came round. She often did on a Sunday because her husband played golf. I'd never really liked Margot. All she ever seemed to do was moan. I didn't really know her husband, but I understood why he played so much golf. Anyway, she arrived and I was sent to the kitchen to make coffee. I took it to them and sat and listened to the conversation. It was rather boring, about clothes, washing, working while running a household and husbands who took their wives for granted. "Haven't you done enough running down men?" I asked. "Your husband must be useful for something, Margot." "Oh yes. I do like Roger really. He's very kind. He's always flirting though, and he's had at least two affairs." She looked surprised. "I've never told anyone that before." Then her face crumpled. "He's just begun another and I don't know what to do." Margot began to cry. Wendy went to the settee and sat put her arm around her. "I'm sorry," Margot sobbed. "I just don't know what to do. We had a row this morning. He told me he didn't see why I was complaining, he wasn't going to leave me but he wants sex and if he can't get it at home he'll get it somewhere else." "Have you tried counselling?" Wendy asked. "He won't go to any of those things. He says the problem is our sex life and I cause it." "What about your sex life?" I asked. "We don't make love very often. I don't really like it that much." She blushed as she said it. "My body isn't very attractive" "Why is that?" I asked. "I don't know. I've always been a bit embarrassed by it. My breasts are lop-sided and my tummy's not flat. I exercise, but, he still prefers other women." "Have you had any affairs?" "No, apart from Roger I've only made love to one man, and that was a catastrophe. Everything went wrong. God, I can't usually even talk about sex without becoming agitated. I have so many inhibitions. He's right. It is my problem. But I don't know what to do. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." She sniffed loudly. "I'll pull myself together. Please forget I said anything." "Do you want some help?" I asked. "What sort of help?" "Simple, straight forward help." I said. "I can't guarantee it will work, but I think it will. If not there will be no harm done." She stared at me. "What do you think, Wendy? It must be worth a try." Wendy looked uncertain. "Let me fix Margot a drink and then we'll talk about it,” I said. Wendy shrugged. "OK," she said. "Now don't you say anything for the moment, I won't be long." I went to the kitchen and mixed a gin and tonic. Margot had been surprised that she had been so open about her sexual problems. I wasn't. I'd put the pills in their coffee. "Here," I said to her, "knock this back, it will help you relax." She took the drink. "Not enough," she said. "I've been blind drunk and still a mass of inhibitions." But she knocked it back. "Now," I said. "We're going to have a little discussion. First, what do you think of your body?" "I already told you. I don't think of myself as being sexually attractive. In fact I don't think of sex very much." "I was asking generally, not just sexually." "Oh." She shrugged. "It's OK, not much too fat, not too thin, quite healthy." "So you quite like your body." "I'm happy enough with it." Then why don't you think you're sexually attractive?" "It isn't that sort of body." "What was your mother's attitude to sex?" "She didn't have one. Sex was never mentioned in our house. I'm amazed my mother ever conceived me." "Do you masturbate?" She looked shocked. "OK, don't answer that for the moment. What was your sex life like when you first married." "I was very shy. I found it a bit embarrassing. I quite enjoyed it sometimes to begin with. Then Roger wanted to do things with the lights on and complained when I refused. With the lights off I just let him get on with it and it was all right." "Did you enjoy it?" "It was quite enjoyable sometimes. But once he started insisting on me doing things I went right off it." "What sort of things?" She looked at me frosty faced. "OK, we'll leave that for a minute. I want to try something to reduce your anxiety level. It's not dangerous, just a form of meditation. Will you try?" She shrugged. "Good. Lean back, get comfy, and close your eyes." She did. "Now I want you to think of the most beautiful place you know. A wood, or a garden, a mountain walk or a beach. Any place you think is beautiful. Try to picture it in your mind. Take a minute or two and try to remember everything about the place, colours, shapes, sounds, smell. Try to imagine yourself there. Relax and enjoy the visualisation." I looked over at Wendy and grinned. She pulled a face. I left Margot to her thoughts for a few minutes. She gradually became more relaxed. "That's better," I said quietly, "you are feeling less tense. Tell me where you are." "I'm in our garden," she said. "Lovely," I said. "It's summer and the birds are singing. The sun is bright and hot. You're lying in your garden feeling the sun on your body. You're feeling at peace. Lie still and let the warmth soak into you." I left her in silence for another few minutes. Wendy and I simply watched her as her whole body relaxed. "You are feeling warm and relaxed," I said. "You feel secure and at peace. You can think about anything, talk about anything. You feel good, don't you." "Yes," she whispered. "I feel good." "You're thinking about your body," I said. "You like your body. It feels warm and pleasant. Think about your breasts. They're warm and sensitive." I paused. "Think about your legs, they're long and strong." I paused again. "Think about touching your body. The sensations from your fingers caressing your body." I paused for a little longer this time. "Do you masturbate very often?" "Not very much. It's a bit, well, sad, to need to do things like that. It's not right." "When you do masturbate, what do you think about?" "My husband, doing it with another woman." "Is it the thought of your husband doing it, or the other woman that gets you excited?" "The other woman, enjoying it. Wanting it. And him wanting her the way I want him to want me." "Do you find women's bodies attractive?" "More than mine. Some women just are sexually attractive." "The sun is warm and the garden totally secluded. You'd like to take off all your clothes and soak up the sun." "Yes." she said. "Would you like to do it?" "I can't. The neighbours would see." "But you would like to?" "Yes." "Come back from the garden now. You're here again with us." Margot opened her eyes and sat up straight. "Are you feeling more relaxed now?" "Yes, a lot. Thank you." "I don't understand why you think you're body is not sexually attractive." I said. "Have other people told you that, or did you decide it yourself?" "I just don't feel it." "And because you don't feel attractive you don't like others seeing you." She nodded. "I suppose so." "Would you like to show your body to Wendy and I? Then we can tell you what we think." "I don't know." She blushed a little. "We'd like you to. Would you feel safe and relaxed enough to do it?" "Maybe." "Wendy enjoys showing her body off, don't you Wendy." Wendy smiled and nodded. "When I'm in the mood." "I think I'm in the mood," Margo said. "Usually I feel too embarrassed even to think of it, but I seem to be in the mood at the moment. Would you like me to take off my clothes?" I nodded. "I think it would help you. Wendy thinks it would help you too, don't you Wendy." Wendy looked at me, but didn't answer. "Stand up and take off you clothes then, Margot." Margot stood up. She took off her rather severe jacket. She was wearing a white blouse underneath, buttoned to her neck. "Wendy will take your clothes." Wendy took the jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. "That's a nice blouse, it looks good on you." "Thank you." She undid the cuffs, then unbuttoned it slowly from the bottom. She paused, then slipped it off and handed it to Wendy and stood still, wearing a full bra trimmed with white lace." "Do you feel all right?" I asked. "Yes, thank you, I still feel very relaxed." "That's a very sensible bra. Would you like to take your shoes off next?" She slipped out of her shoes. "Are you wearing tights?" She nodded. "Slip them off then." She reached under her skirt and pulled down her tights, then sat on the settee and removed them. She handed them to Wendy. "Good," I said. "Now the skirt." She undid a button at the side of the skirt, slid down the zip, and eased the skirt over her hips, then lowered it to the floor and stepped out of it. Wendy took it from her. "And now the slip." She pushed the white cotton slip down and off. Wendy took it. "OK, let's look at you. The underwear is very sensible." "But not sexy," she said. "No. Better take the bra off first." "I think that's enough for now," Wendy said. "But Margot wants to take her bra off Wendy, don't you Margot." Margot nodded, then reached behind her and undid the catch. She slipped it off her arms and passed it to Wendy. Her breasts were quite full and firm and her nipples a delicate pinky brown. "Oh," I said. "That looks better. You've got very attractive breasts." "Have I?" "Oh yes, very attractive." Margot smiled, pushed down her knickers, and passed them to Wendy. "You are a very attractive lady," I said. "And I do mean sexually attractive." "I feel more attractive than I usually do. I feel quite sexy." She smiled. "It feels good to be naked." "Are you feeling aroused?" I asked. She nodded. "Sit down and relax, you can touch yourself if you like, stroke your breasts, they look as if they would like to be touched." She sat on the settee and lent back, then began to smooth her hands across her breasts. "Does it feel nice?" She nodded. "You look lovely, it's a pleasure to look at you. You can masturbate if you want, we'd like you to. Wendy enjoys me watching her masturbate." "I haven't made love for over a month. And that wasn't very good. Have other men watched you masturbate, Wendy?" Wendy didn't answer. She looked at me. "Tell her," I said. "Margot needs our support and encouragement." Wendy nodded. "Didn't Will mind?" "I don't think so." Wendy smiled. "I think he enjoyed it." "She had a wonderful shag with a friend of ours while I watched too." "You made love to another man while Will watched?" One of her hands stroked between her thighs. "Ooh." "She had us both, one after the other," I said. "It was lovely." "And you didn't mind?" She was rubbing over and round her clitoris. "I loved it," I said. "But most of all I enjoyed making love to Wendy and feeling her enjoyment." "I'd like that," Margot said. "I'd like to make love to Roger and feel him losing control." Her hand was rubbing faster. "I'd like to hold him so tightly that he had to grind against me harder and harder as he got more and more excited. I'd like to squeeze him tight and hug him and squeeze him while he pushed deep inside me. I'd like to hear him groan in pleasure as his body pressed closer and closer to mine. I'd like to feel him come and come and come inside me." As she finished speaking her body bucked against her rubbing hand and she moaned and gasped. She caught her breath. "I think I've just had an orgasm," she said. She stared at me, then at Wendy. "I should be going. I'm sorry about..." "There's nothing to be sorry about, Marot. You were unhappy and talked to friends about it, in confidence. That's all." I said. "Thank you. You are very kind." She dressed as if she was in a dream. "I should get home and get Roger's tea ready. Thank you for, for listening." "You're never to do that again," Wendy said as I stood at the front door and watched Margot totter away. "It's wrong." "It seemed to be just what she needed." I admired the look of Margot’s twitching buttocks receding into the distance. "We haven't the right to interfere with other people's lives without their knowledge." "OK," I said. "However, I think that experiment proves the point. The pills work. On anyone." “I don’t want to talk about that now,” Wendy said. “What you did was wrong but we will talk about it later. At the moment I need you to do something for me.” I closed the door and turned to Wendy. She was on the settee. She was naked, her legs wide. “Hurry up. You wouldn’t believe the feeling I had while we watched Margot play with herself. Now get to work – quickly.”