0 comments/ 93072 views/ 9 favorites The Perfect Aphrodisiac By: paulphenomenon Gail fondly remembered when her husband, John, had looked like the young man setting the fancy drink on the table next to the lounge chair where she reclined. She tore her eyes from the prime male specimen serving her to her husband. He'd softened some and was thicker in the waist, but he still excited her more than any man, and whenever he smiled at her she wanted to lie down and... She shook away those thoughts and watched the hunk cockily stroll away. He was ripped. A real hard body. She could almost feel her hands on his tight buns, squeezing, fondling. She tried to imagine what his cock would look like if it were erect and angry. Realizing her imagination grossly exaggerated reality, she chuckled. John's eyes opened, and he raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow, an inquiring look indicating he wanted to share whatever had tickled her. "Later," she murmured and closed her eyes, lying back and letting the sun toast her lithe body. John had let himself go a little, but with a stringent diet and daily exercise she had maintained her girlish figure, and it wasn't easy. Each year it became more difficult, but she knew she still looked good in the bikini she wore, and the hard body that had just served her proved it. His eyes had lingered on her long, slim legs and then made a stop at her barely covered, full breasts. His furtive glances pleased her and had lengthened her large nipples a little and sent twinges of arousal to her pussy. She sighed inwardly. She was horny again - still. She had read somewhere that the sexual peak in males occurred in their late teens, and if the article had been accurate, at thirty-two she was approaching her peak. From her perspective, at least, the article had validity. Her husband had just turned thirty-six, certainly still randy as ever, but even when they married eight years ago, her sex drive had been slightly stronger than his. Yet again another unaccountable difference between males and females had expanded the gap between husband and wife. She groaned inwardly with despair. Her sex drive was increasing as his diminished - a dire situation to her mind. How compatible would they be five years from now? Ten years? Whoever considered life fair, was a dumb shit. That morning before they left their room, she had enticed and seduced until both of them had collapsed sweaty and momentarily sated. She knew she couldn't interest him in another bout in bed, or anywhere for that matter, until that night, at the earliest. Half-opening one eye she peeked at John. So what if he was getting a bit soft here and there? The sight of him still turned her on. And his hands! He had marvelous hands, especially when they roamed over her body. She loved him, probably more today than on their wedding day. He was a good husband and a great father to their two children. He owned his own boring business, which didn't bore him, fortunately, and his boring labors provided a very nice life for her and the kids. And like her, he'd been faithful, or if he hadn't, no word had come back to her from any source. She knew he adored her, and this short trip had been designated a second honeymoon, that and an opportunity to get away from the kids and the blustery winter back in Chicago for a few days. Still, her exaggerated image of the hunk's elongated dick kept intruding. If she were approaching her sexual peak, she reasoned, she should hook up with someone like the hunk who served her, someone close to his sexual peak, which would make his sex drive and hers more compatible. Even then, she'd still have plenty left over for her husband. Yeah, sure, and the sun comes up in the West. She chuckled again. "What's so damned funny?" John asked. "Remember the young man who served us our drinks?" "Yes." "Quite a hunk, huh?" "Oh, you liked that, huh?" "Uh-huh. My imagination went a little wild." "Oh, how so?" "Before I tell you, let me ask you a question. When you look at young women built as well as the hunk, but in a feminine way, do you ever undress them in your mind?" He laughed. "Guilty as charged. Is that what you did?" "Uh-huh. I laughed at the image my mind created. It was definitely exaggerated." He chuckled. "That big, huh?" "Yeah." Her affirmative answer gushed out before she could stop it. She glanced quickly toward her husband, but he didn't appear disturbed by her comment. She feared it would attack his male ego. Men were such fools about the size of their cocks. John's was perfect for her, and the last thing she wanted was to make him feel inadequate in any way. "Not that I'm complaining, honey," she added. He chuckled again. "How big?" "Long and fat and angry looking - all twelve inches, maybe more," she bravely stated with a self-conscious giggle. His chuckle turned into a belly laugh. "Definitely exaggerated," he said when he recovered. "But I've heard of men that large, even larger." "Surely you jest." "Not at all. Some women prefer large ones; I believe they're referred to as size queens. You've admitted to being a little wild in your misspent youth. Didn't you ever run into a really big one?" Yes, but I don't know if I want to tell you about it, my adorable but slightly naïve and sheltered husband, she thought. She also considered "run into" a curious choice of words. "Nothing that large." "What's the biggest you've...ah, seen?" She laughed. "Did you start to say...?" Her eyes glinted mischievously as she mouthed the word "fucked" to finish her question. He blushed when he grasped the silent word. "Probably. Answer my question, please." "I don't know. I didn't carry a measuring tape around with me." "Some were larger than others, though. Correct?" "Oh, yeah. Definitely. Before this goes too far, I want to be honest with you, John. I'm not a size queen, the moniker you put on women who prefer large men. You're perfect for me." "Thanks, but my curiosity hasn't been satisfied. Did the size of one of your paramours ever surprise you?" "Uh-huh." She eyed his swimming trunks and noticed a small bulge. Interesting. Maybe I will tell him about Sam. "Paramours? The word is archaic, John. "Sometimes I feel archaic, so I use old words. So you were surprised once?" "Well there was one a little larger than you." "How much larger?" Here goes nothing. "Three inches, maybe a little more." Like five inches to be more accurate. Sam had a foot-long dong. His nickname was Horse. "Gawd, that would put him at ten plus inches." "Yeah, that's about right. He was thick, too. I had a hell of a time taking him fully inside me." Definitely interesting. My hubby's getting a hard-on. We rolled around on the sheets an hour ago, and he's getting hard again already. Maybe I've found an aphrodisiac to even out our sex drives a little. She glanced around and quickly fondled her husband's hardening cock. "My, my, let's take this problem of yours to our room. I think I have just the thing it needs." He didn't disagree, and in the elevator, she moved into his arms. He kissed her and curled her toes. "Umm, nice," she said but noticed his hard-on had wilted, and the kiss hadn't improved its flaccid state. It was time for another dose of the newly discovered aphrodisiac. "Damn, I've got Sam on my mind now. Sam was the guy I dated with the big one. His nickname was Horse." John chocked. "Horse?" "Yeah." It's working. He's getting hard again. Halleluiah! "Would you mind terribly if I thought about Horse just a tiny bit while we make love?" She rubbed his hardening cock with her dainty hand as she waited for his answer. "Not at all, if..." He hesitated. "If you tell me what you're thinking." Perfect. She wondered how strong a dose she should administer. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. "I'm going to be thinking about the time I fucked him. Are you sure you want to hear about that?" A lustful groan provided the answer to her question. The elevator doors opened and they hurried to their room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Gail jerked her husband's trunks down, and his lovely cock sprung up and bounced off his belly. Definitely hard again. She dropped to her knees and licked all around the crown. It was time to test her theory. "Sam's cock head was half again as large as yours, John. I couldn't do this to him." She dipped her head and sucked in half his length, and then rolled her tongue back and forth across the large vein at the base of his cock. She detected no negative reaction like jealousy, so she gobbled him up until she could feel his pubic hair at her nose. She felt him reach and untie the top of her bikini as she sucked him. She shrugged and the bit of material fluttered to the floor. She did the same with the bottoms, pulled her mouth from his marvelous cock with a slurp and jerked him toward the bed. "I want to be on top. That's how I fucked Sam. Okay?" I fucked Sam on top, on the bottom, on my hands and knees, everyway I could think of, she thought, but I fucked him first on top, and that's all John is going to hear about. Today, she modified. If this aphrodisiac works, I've a lot of stories to tell him. My youth won't appear so misspent after all. She crawled across the bed on her hands and knees, finally straddling John's hips and fisting his hard cock. "I remember straddling Sam like this and stroking his monster..." "No, give me more details. And call him Horse. How did you meet him?" Curiouser and curiouser. If that's what hubby with a late-morning hard-on wants, that's what hubby will get. "I met Horse in college my sophomore year in a psychology class. I was acing the course, but Sam...Horse was having trouble with it. He sat to my left, and one day at the end of the class he asked me if I would consider tutoring him. I needed the money, so I agreed, and we made arrangements for him to come to my room that night. My roommate, Ellen, wasn't happy about the arrangement, but she understood, and disappeared soon after Horse arrived." She looked down and watched pre-cum dribble from John's cock. "Do you mind if I have you inside me while I tell you the story?" "That would be my preference, too," he said formally. Yeah, he's hot. He sometimes became formal when highly aroused, trying to hide his excitement, which she didn't understand. It was as if he were embarrassed about being aroused. She rose up on her knees and dragged his cock through her wet pussy, finally settling it at the entrance to her vagina. Two bounces and she had taken him fully inside her. "Horse didn't slide in so easily," she said and grinned. John groaned. "Go on." "I started the tutoring session by flipping through the text book and asking questions to determine what he knew and what he didn't know. He was in trouble. Sam's dick was probably larger than his brain. Either that, or the amount of blood needed to fill the monster emptied his brain and killed a few cells every time he got an erection." John laughed. "Funny. Continue." Good, he's loosening up, not so formal. Me, too, my pussy, that is. Oh, I do love his hard cock inside me. "Well, I gave him an assignment and made arrangements to meet with him again a few days later. He paid me and left. Between the first session and the second, campus gossip gave me his nickname and the reason behind it, which made me curious." "I can imagine." "I decided to try to give him a hard-on to determine if he were properly named, so I met him at the door for the second session wearing a halter top, sort of a cutoff t-shirt, with no bra, and a pair of cutoff jeans, sans panties. The cutoff jeans were nastier than a thong. My butt cheeks could be seen, at least the bottom curves, along with some stray pussy hairs." "Jesus," John muttered and thrust up at her as he tweaked her large nipples. "That would give a dead man a hard-on." Gail chuckled. "Worked for Sam, too. His eyes widened when he saw me, and he stammered a hello. I had to pull him into the room because he seemed rooted to the floor. A quick glance at his crotch proved my getup had been effective. It looked like he had a massive hard-on. But I was wrong. He was only half-hard at that time. A few minutes later as we sat around the study table, another glance made me gasp, which made Sam...Horse blush. "'My God, Sam, did I do that to you?' I asked him. His blush deepened and he nodded. All the blood needed to give Horse a hard-on must have affected his speech, too." John chuckled. "I couldn't resist and reached to fondle it over his jeans. 'Gawd,' I said, 'that must be painful. Let's let it out so it can breathe.' He didn't disagree, so I popped the button at the top of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He wore briefs, which I had a hard time - no pun intended - getting over the top of his cock so I could see it. He helped, or I would have failed. When the monster popped into view, I couldn't believe my eyes, John. It was huge! As I said, the crown was half again larger than yours and his length tapered slightly from the base to the crown. The base had to be three inches thick, at least." "Did the sight of it make you hot?" "Gawd, yes! I was dripping by then. I couldn't take my hands off it to take off the few clothes I had on. My eyes fixated on the throbbing beast as my hands - both of them - stroked its length. I remember thinking at the time that my pussy would never be able to take it all, but even with the fear he could hurt me, I knew I wanted try. I dragged Horse to my single bed using his cock like a leash. While he arranged himself, I stripped off the two pieces of clothing I was wearing, and my naked, nubile body made Horse a little harder and larger, which I didn't think possible. I straddled him like I'm straddling you now, and rose up to rub the head of his cock through my wet pussy, but my legs weren't long enough. I had to stand and squat." "Jesus!" "Yeah. He helped me maintain my balance. Evidently, he'd had the same thing happen before, and soon I was pushing down on the monster, trying to get the crown to pop inside me. It just wouldn't go in, John, and I was getting very frustrated. 'Hold my pussy lips open,' I ordered, and Horse complied. That helped and all at once the end of his cock slipped inside me. Gawd, I felt full. I looked down and could still see about eight inches of cock yet to go." Gail rotated her hips and felt her husband's cock throbbing inside her. "This is making you hot, huh?" "Gawd, yes. Stop moving on me, or I'll come." But I don't want to stop, Gail thought. I want to get off, too. "Okay, I'll stop, but you've got to play with my clit if I do." "You've got it, baby." His fingers reached. "No, wet them in your mouth first. When your fingers are nice and wet hold my clit gently between your thumb and forefinger and jack on it. Play like it's a little cock and jack it off." "Yeah, I can do that." And he could, too, Gail decided. "Go on. What happened then?" "That's nice. Thanks, John. Where was I?" "You looked down and could still see eight inches of cock." "Yes. Well, I slid forward a little, like this, and them slid back taking him a little deeper inside me with each slide. There is one tiny advantage to a large cock, John, when I slid back on him his monster dragged my cunt lips inside my vagina a little - my clit, too. Gawd, that was exciting. I was able to rub my clit against the top of his cock with each thrust. I took short little strokes for about five minutes and looked down again. Four inches to go, and it already felt like his cock was in my mouth. Ooh, you have talented fingers, John. You sure know how to jack off a clit." "Thanks. Don't stop the story." "Okay, but you're making me awfully hot." "Do you want me to stop?" "No! Let's see, I had taken all but four inches..." "If he were ten inches long, you only had six inches inside you. That wouldn't be a stretch for you. I'm seven, and you have no trouble with me at all." "I stretched the truth a bit. I found out later he was a foot long." "Jesus! Then he had eight inches inside you all ready." "Thereabouts, but I was nothing if not determined to get every inch of that monster inside me, so I did a little bounce, and then another, and another, and when I looked down only two inches remained. That's it, I thought. I just can't take anymore. 'Let's fuck,' I told Horse and started the little sliding dance I do when I'm on top. He had not moved while I had tried to swallow his dick with my pussy, but now his hands went to my hips, and he sort of helped me off his cock a little and then let me back down on it as he thrust carefully into me. He didn't try to go any deeper, thank God, but I was really excited by then, and I went a little crazy, and started to fuck him like mad, sliding on and off his cock and making sexy sounds and moans and a few tiny screams, no doubt." She started to move again on her husbands cock. "Don't stop. God, what happened then?" She took a deep breath. She was so very hot, very close. It was difficult for her to talk. He mouth felt dry. She just wanted to fuck. She didn't want to talk, but... "And Horse really got with the program, and his thrusts became more pronounced, and I got hotter and hotter, and wetter and wetter, and finally Horse muttered, 'You took it all.' I looked down, and by gawd I had taken it all, John, all twelve inches were inside me, and then I really took off. I fucked him, honey, oh, gawd, did I fuck him! I fucked him like I'm fucking you now!" "I'm coming, Gail!" John muttered and grabbed her hips and with short, fast jabs thrust deeply inside her. "Yeah, he fucked me like you're fucking me, John. And I came on that monster, like I'm going to come on you, John. Go ahead and come! Come in me, like Sam did! Come in me, John!" Gail's cunt flew on and off her husbands throbbing seven inches, the perfect size for her, and she felt him swell up and then felt his semen splash against the back of her cunt, and her orgasm started deep inside her and spread. Exquisite sensations washed over her from the tips of her hair to the tips of her fingers and feet, but mostly they throbbed inside her as spasm after spasm jerked her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body stiffened as she tried to prolong the delicious feelings that had overwhelmed her consciousness. Aftershocks jerked her, and she mashed her cunt down around her husband's perfect cock, finally collapsing on his chest. "Jesus," John muttered. "Yeah." His arms wrapped her and he kissed her where he could - a lot. "Gawd, you're sexy, Gail. That was awesome. Did you fuck him again?" "What do you think?" It's time to become reticent again. Demure, that's me. Time for the lady in me to take control. She rolled off him to his side. "I'd guess yes." It's also time to find out how he feels about me now. "I was pretty nasty, John? Did I go too far?" "Gawd no. I loved it." "Oh, I know that. I'm asking how you feel about me now. Do you think less of me because..." "No! I love you, Gail. Before we married, for some strange reason you felt compelled to tell me you had a few wild years in your past, that you had slept around, as you put it. You weren't specific, but I understood the gist of your confession. I loved you, and what you did before we met didn't matter to me then, as it doesn't matter to me know. Okay?" She squirmed contentedly next to him. "Well, I was specific today." "Yes you were, and I loved it." He hesitated. "Ahem, I wouldn't mind a few more specifics." She chuckled inwardly. Perfect. "We'll see. I don't want you to feel badly about me, John." "Never happen." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Hmm, this afternoon I can tell him about the time...no, maybe I'll work up to that one. I'll tell him about the time... No, that's going a little too far just yet. I'll reserve that sexy time for later. Ah, hell, I'll play it by ear. The Perfect Aphrodisiac She pulled the bell-shaped flower down gently burying her nose to fully enjoy the fragrant almond scent. "Absolutely beautiful. You're getting so big too!" Red bell-shaped blossoms dropped elegantly from the tall canopy, surrounding her as she spread the food near the thick center trunk. It was early morning and the flowers were just opening, releasing their sweet musky scent in the humid air of the small greenhouse. This time of day always made her a little light-headed, adding to her euphoria. She'd found the plant at an Earth Day gardening festival and brought it home. The man assured her it was an amazing aphrodisiac, the perfect thing for her husband, what every man wanted. She'd never considered herself a gardener but it was beautiful and seemed to reach out to her. Now, months later, the plant had grown to an amazing stature. She'd discovered a green thumb and a passion that surprised her. She felt the first vines winding their way up her calf, under her long skirt. The flowers dipped down, one finding its way through the arm of her loose tank top. She kicked off her crocs to feel the dirt between her toes. She leaned back to steady herself as more blooms caressed her breasts, the pollen making her skin tingle, her nipples harden. As the flowers built her excitement, the vines stiffened and pushed against her far under her skirt. She trembled and gasped for air as the vine's small buds tickled her, pulsing against her. She turned to face the trunk, putting her hands on either side to support her and keep her from fainting dead away. As the plant entered her, she understood how crazy this was. There must be a reason this was wrong, but at the moment she couldn't think of anything but how much she wanted to keep going, to have the plant fill every piece of her. She knew it would last for hours. By sundown when the plant would go back to sleep, she would be exhausted, spent, but so satisfied. # ---- He sliced off a small piece of steak, popping half in his mouth, the other half to the dog whose patience was wearing thin. "Just about perfect. But if she stays out there much longer, you'll get a big nice piece of leather." He rinsed his hands and glanced through the window. He could still see the small greenhouse light shining through the cloudy plastic. "If I wasn't such a great guy, I might actually be jealous." She'd been coming in later and later every night. He didn't mind the extra cooking but he missed talking to her as they prepped it. "I am so sorry. I completely lost track of time." She was still wiping sweat off her face as she walked in, breezing over for an unsatisfying peck hello. He recoiled, grabbing a dishtowel from the counter to filter the smell. "Oh, babe. Great to see you, but you reek." "I know. I'm so sorry. It's a new fertilizer. Do I have time for a quick shower?" "We'll make time. I am not eating with you smelling like that." She spun away, sprinting for the stairs. "I know I know. I'll only be a few minutes." "Makes you smell like roses, huh boy?" The retriever wagged his tail in agreement and gratefully gobbled another tossed bite. By the time she came back down wrapped in a heavy robe with her wet hair pulled back into a quick ponytail, he had dinner on the table and was pouring a bottle of cab into a decanter. "It looks amazing hon. Thanks so much. I love your Brussels sprouts." She threw her napkin on her lap, stabbing her fork into three sprouts and nearly choking on them as he poured a glass over her shoulder. "Glad you appreciate them. Although with that kind of appetite, I might not have made enough." He sat opposite her as she continued to shovel in food. "Must have been a pretty hot shower. You're awfully red." She paused mid-bite, her heavily loaded fork frozen mid-air. "Really hot. I reeked, remember? I just wanted to make sure I met your cleanliness standards." He struggled to avoid her stare, realizing the tender ground he was treading. "How are the plants?" She randomly moved food around her plate as she formulated an overly careful response. "They're good. Better. I mean, they take a lot of work still. But the roots have really taken hold and they're growing. They're good. Really good." She resumed eating, nodding approval at her newfound gardening skills. "I'd love to see them. I haven't been out since you got the last delivery." Her fork clattered against the plate as she struggled to hold onto it. "Oh that's not a good idea. I mean, they're still pretty young. Nothing's really blooming yet. I want you to see them when they're pretty." She recovered her fork and started to reload it, happy with her response. "Yeah, I think it's better that you wait. Just awhile. Maybe a month. I think they'll be blooming by then. I want you to be proud." "If I didn't know better I'd think you were hiding a man out there." His tone was lighthearted but the flush on her cheeks made him wonder. She slumped back over her plate, mumbling off his suspicion. "Don't be silly. They're just plants." # ----- "Come on come on." She tapped the steering wheel, willing the light to change. She'd been gone too long. It would be angry. "Stupid. I knew we were almost out. I should have bought two bags last time." She punched the accelerator as the light changed, glancing in the rear-view mirror to check that the bags didn't slide out the truck-bed. She glared at the clock in the dash, calculating exactly how long since the last feeding. "It should be fine. It's only been three hours. Surely the extra hour won't matter that much." Ever since that first time when she'd discovered what it was capable of after just four hours, she'd never gone more than two hours during daylight. She didn't dare. She punched the garage open as she swerved into the driveway. Her stomach sunk as the door rose to reveal his SUV. "Oh no. Why is he home already?" She'd have to go out the side door with the bags to avoid him. If she could just get to the greenhouse and deal with the consequences, maybe she could get to the house before he even knew she was home. She left the garage door open and wrestled the first bag across the tailgate and out the side door. She was so focused on balancing the weight that she didn't see the dog until she was almost to the greenhouse. Of course he'd have let him out when he got home but the dog didn't usually get so close to the plants. He was staring toward the greenhouse and didn't notice her until she was nearly upon him. "Hey boy. Whatcha doing?" The retriever turned its head to her briefly, whimpering as he looked back to the greenhouse. Her pace slowed as she neared. The odor was so strong her eyes started to water. She dropped the bag and moved more quickly. The door was open just enough to see him lying on the floor. "No, no, no! I told you not to come out here!" She leaned over to check his breathing. She shook him and cried out to him. "I told you, I told you they weren't ready." But he remained still and silent. She looked to the plant hovering over her. "What have you done? He had nothing to do with you. You had no right." As the plant shrunk back, she tried to shake it off, pulling out her phone as she stood. "Yes. My husband's unconscious. I need help." She closed the phone after leaving her address and moved around behind him. She slid her hands under his shoulders, tugging just once before she lost her grip and fell backwards. "I can do this. I have to do this." She stood again, got a stronger grip, and dragged him from the greenhouse. If they found him there, there'd be questions. There would be trouble for all of them. She had to protect herself. She had to protect all of them. # ----- She hugged herself as she stared at the red flowers below. From this far up she couldn't tell what they were but it didn't matter. Just the color was enough to send her mind reeling back to the greenhouse. She'd been able to throw the food through the door before the ambulance arrived but she hadn't gone back in. She hoped it was satiated well enough to sleep through the night. The nurse's return drew her back to his hospital bed. Checking machines, the nurse barely acknowledged her presence other than letting her know the doctor was on his way in. "He'll be in in a moment and would like to talk with you." "Of course, thanks." She settled in the chair next to the bed, carefully arranging the IV tube so she could put her hand over his. He remained as still as when she'd first found him, his skin pale and cold to the touch. The doctor was older, a welcome sight. They needed someone competent, but someone who'd seen enough not to be too curious. He referred to some kind of electronic tablet he was carrying and checked the IV drip. "You said you found your husband in the backyard, unconscious. Is that correct?" "Yes, that's correct." She felt the first beads of sweat forming on her upper lip and absentmindedly began to tap her heel. "Your husband is showing effects of a poison similar to scopolamine. In small doses, it produces hallucinations but it also has sedative properties. In certain doses or combinations with other drugs like morphine it can be fatal. Do you have any idea where your husband might have come into contact with such a substance?" "I have no idea. Are you saying my husband was taking drugs?" She struggled to hold a reaction somewhere between shock and anger, forcing her fear down to the pit of her stomach where she hoped to hide the guilt. "Not necessarily. It's possible someone gave it to him. And it does occur naturally in some plants like datura or henbane, although I don't know of any plant that would excrete such a powerful strain." Her heart nearly stopped as she recalled the bright colored pictures from the website, proclaiming nature's perfectly evolved aphrodisiac, a carefully germinated strain of nightshade used in religious ceremonies since ancient Greece. She turned quickly back to face her husband, struggling to contain her increasing anxiety. "Well I have no idea. As I've told you. I wasn't home. I found him just passed out in the backyard. I have no idea what happened to him." She forced herself to relax, pushing the hair back from his forehead in what she hoped was a loving wife's normal gesture to her sick husband. "Unfortunately, without understanding fully what caused it, there's not much we can do. His heart rate is stable now and he's breathing well enough. Normal scopolamine is a fairly short-lived drug, so it's possible it will just work its way through his system." He scrawled something onto the tablet and rounded the end of the bed. She continued to gaze lovingly at her husband, avoiding the doctor's face. "Will he remember anything when he wakes up?" "It's possible. But it's also possible that whatever he remembers will be wrong. Remember, we're dealing with a hallucinogen as well as a sedative. No telling what he'll think actually happened to him." The doctor paused and turned back as he reached the door. "If we only understood exactly what we were dealing with, maybe we could do more. The best we can do now is wait and hope that his body recovers on its own." As the door closed, she leaned down to kiss his hand. "I'm sorry babe. I'm so so sorry." # ----- She shifted the knife from her right pocket to the side pocket along her leg but the pocket was too big and she couldn't be sure she could reach the knife at exactly the right time. After several unsatisfying tests, she tossed it back into the kitchen drawer and shuffled around for something smaller. The dog watched curiously, tilting its head every time she spoke as if struggling to understand her confusion. "This just won't work. I need something completely different. If I cut it the wrong way, I'll just poison myself. But if I can't get at least a small sample, no telling what will happen to Alan." She'd learned enough in the last three weeks to know that just a single drop on bare skin could start the hallucinations, rendering her pointlessly unfocused again. If she was going to get her husband back, she had to stay lucid. She glared at the greenhouse through the kitchen window. The sun was setting. She had maybe thirty or forty minutes of daylight left to think of something or she'd lose another whole day. "I am not going one more night with that thing out there and my husband unconscious." The dog's whimper turned her to the door. He hadn't gone out without her since that day. "Sure boy. A little fresh air might just help me too." As always, he took his precious time, sniffing every inch of the perimeter before settling on the perfect spot. She smiled as he twisted his lopsided tail to the side. The car had done no real serious damage when it hit him, except for some minor nerve damage near the tail. She and Alan had been terrified driving to the vet. There had been so much blood. The vet quickly identified and cauterized a small bleeding artery before the loss of blood became unrecoverable. If cauterizing a wound stopped that much bleeding so quickly, could a similar cut be stopped on a plant? Surely not through burning though. That was more likely to start a fire, wasn't it? The dog ran to his water bowl as they reentered the kitchen. "Okay boy. Water it is." She grabbed a glass from the dish rack and walked to the refrigerator door, shoving it under and tapping the ice button before filling it with water. "Pretty hot outside huh? How about a little chill on that water." She had to fight him to fill the bowl, forcing his snout out of the way. "Ok, ok, give me a minute would you?" The ice cubes clinked the metal bowl as he lapped the water. "Of course, maybe you don't have to burn something to cauterize it. I'll be right back boy." She grabbed her keys and cellphone, typing as she went to the car. If she could find some locally, she could be back and ready well before the night was over. # ----- She left the bare light bulbs extinguished, fearful of alerting it. The night phlox she'd planted along the edges of the greenhouse were in full bloom, bathing the greenhouse in an eerie reflected white glow. She prayed the sickeningly sweet smell would cover her scent long enough to surprise it. She stopped just inside the door to retrieve the knife from her side pocket, being careful not to cut the flimsy plastic glove she'd stolen from the hospital to protect her hand. The heavy garden glove was perfect to protect her left hand from the dry ice but it made her feel clumsy. As she crept toward the plant, she stooped down, avoiding the long hanging trumpet-like flowers that were so tempting. She scolded herself for behaving so foolishly over something that was more likely a hallucination than reality, for putting Alan in danger. After the doctor told her what the drug was, she'd researched the plant extensively, eventually finding a man in Mexico familiar with the effects. It had taken some time to get him to even talk with her, but once he finally listened, he'd taken pity on her. "While it is true that the plant contains a substance with aphrodisiac properties, it must never be allowed to grow wildly as you have allowed. The pollen from the flowers is very hallucinogenic, released when the plant senses danger to protect itself from pests and animals. The hallucinations can be pleasant, very pleasant, but are often terrifying, visions of horrible pain and suffering. You must also not allow the stalk to grow large. The oily substance contained in the center of the plant can be secreted at will and is potentially deadly, creating a paralysis significant enough to cause respiratory failure." The man believed that was the cause of her husband's coma, explaining he'd been lucky not to have received a lethal dose. If she could retrieve a seed pod without disturbing the plant, a tea made from the seeds would reverse the effect. But the pods were heavily protected, near the center stalk of the tree. She crept lower as she neared the center stalk. She found a small branch with several of the seed pods, visually tracing backwards until she found a good split in the branch. She slowly lifted the ice towards the branch, positioning the knife just over the limb so she could cut quickly. Touching the ice to the plant appeared to have no effect and the limb began to whiten. She waited as long as she dared and sliced quickly through the limb. The cut was quick, the limb shattering more than cutting, falling to the ground at the base of the plant. The pods seemed to scream as they hit the dirt. She dropped the ice and grabbed the severed limb, wheeling around to escape the greenhouse. She saw the pollen first, dropping from the flowers and covering the whole ground between her and the door. She gulped for air and held her breath, crouching to avoid direct contact with the blooms even as they lowered even further to reach her. Her legs became heavy, she felt as though her carefully manicured floor had turned to quicksand, trying to pull her in and keep her from escaping. She cleared the canopy only to find the whole greenhouse full of the plants, her beautiful phlox disappeared and replaced with bursting blossoms. Her movement continued to slow, every step becoming painful, her joints aching as she worked to take just one more step. As she reach the door, the handle turned limp like a wet noodle, preventing her escape, the quicksand continuing to pull her down. Her knees began to wobble, the air felt like fire going into her lungs. She saw the dog through the door barking furiously but she couldn't understand how to get to him. As she fell coughing to her knees, she could see Alan's limp body outside the door, somewhere between the house and the greenhouse. She knew it must only be several yards from her but the ground opened and she realized she'd never reach him. "I'm sorry Alan. I'm so sorry." She knew she was losing. She'd been fast but not fast enough. She clutched the seed pods under her, hoping someone would eventually find her and understand how precious they were. That someone could still help Alan. # -------- He always started with her feet now, his firm touch relaxing her arch as his tongue tickled her ankles. His warm hands slinked their way up her calves as he followed them with his mouth, nibbling the familiar pathway softly and patiently. He wrapped his way around the outside of her thighs, one hand trailing behind as the other continued on past her waist to cup her breast gently. The dog's manic barking had woken the neighbors. The police arrived to find her unconscious and clutching the seed pods. The ransacked kitchen revealed a key set of notes that explained her intent and led the doctors quickly to the antidote, waking them both in less than 24 hours. After a few days observation, they were released with a warning from the police to clear the greenhouse of all illegally imported plants. For several weeks, they tossed bags of weed killers into the greenhouse like advancing soldiers clearing a house with grenades. They'd spent hours digging up the destroyed remains, sharing stories, shedding tears and apologies, and then laughing at all the remembered hallucinations. He'd been so fascinated with the sensuality of her visions that he was determined to recreate them for her. He drew her breast into his mouth, sucking lightly as his tongue tickled her nipple. Her back arched against his mouth as his hand searched deeply between her thighs. His teeth tugged her tits while she shivered and moaned, his fingers reaching deeper inside her and scraping against her from the inside. She struggled against his hand, twisting away while pushing forward, needing him to stop but desperately wanting him to keep going. "Tell me baby. Is this really all you want?" "No, no it's not enough. I need you inside me. You are so much more than my dreams ever were." The Perfect Aphrodisiac He smiled as he moved to cover her, forcing his cock deep inside her. "You too babe. You are all the aphrodisiac I'll ever need." >>>