A childhood trauma was still giving nightmares to my
lovely wife. In the middle of the night she would get
up like a jolt of lightening had struck and then
perspire and stare at the blank walls. She would start
mumbling and groaning. It was driving both of us nuts
and I narrated this to a drinking buddy. He looked
shocked and said that it was a coincidence that his
wife too had seizures similar to this. They, like us,
had tried every possible medication and prescription.
Even psychoanalysis didn't help. But he told me that
eventually she was able to overcome the irritating
behavioral problem with help from a hypnosis
practioner, an experienced old man who had many years
of experience at this kind of a thing. He gave me the
contact of the guy whose name was Dr. Slammer.
My wife is a homemaker so without even asking her I
took an appointment with Dr. Slammer. When I told her,
she was really appreciative. On the appointed day, a
bright sunny Sunday morning, we went to meet Dr.
Slammer at his clinic which was also his home. He met
us at the door, dressed in shorts and sandals, and
escorted us to his counseling room. He was very tall
and gaunt, very gentle and fatherly; grandfatherly I
should say, with his grey frizzled crew cut hair and
hunched back and long, rather skinny limbs.
He made us comfortable and offered us some exotic tea
which was indeed very calming. He paid some compliments
to my wife and started asking some questions which
could lead to him diagnosing the problem. Finally, he
said he was ready to try hypnosis to see what deep
emotions were troubling my wife. My wife was nervous
and held my hand tightly but the gentle old black
doctor patted her reassuringly. He asked me to sit by
the side and not interrupt the proceedings as doing so
could have dangerous psychological consequences on the
patient.
He then took out an old shiny silver medallion and
started swinging it in front of my wife's eyes. "Relax,
my dear, and concentrate on the coin," he said in a
very soothing, comforting voice, the baritone voice was
even making me sleepy. "Your eyelids are heavy with
sleep... you are entering a dark, warm tunnel, there's
a lovely fountain, the sound of which is so pure, so
beautiful... you have no choice but to fall asleep...
my dear, we all love you so much... all you want to
right now is to fall in a deep sleep...yes, darling, my
love... you are on your way to a deep sleep... go on...
hmm... sleep, dear sleep... yes, there you are. Now I
am going to ask you a question and you must respond as
best you can. Are you asleep?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yes," I heard my wife's heavy sleep-laden voice.
"Okay, now I will count to three and you will slump in
your seat comfortably and will not remember anything
that happens before I snap my fingers three times. Once
I snap my fingers you will wake up and will not
remember anything at all. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"One. Two. Three." I had heard how hypnosis worked but
I was still surprised when my wife actually slumped
exactly the way she does when she falls asleep. "Can
you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Now I will ask you some questions. You must answer all
my questions honestly. What is my name?"
"Dr. Dick Slammer." Dick, how she knew his first name,
I wondered as even I didn't know this...but then my
eyes rested on a name plate on his desk saying Dick
Slammer.
"Why are you here?"
"Mmm, I don't know. I often get restless at nights and
gets fits."
"What kind of fits?"
"Hmmm, like, like a yearning for something."
"What do you yearn for?"
"I don't know..."
"Is it something that you desire? Like some material
tangible thing?"
"No. I am very content with all the things my husband
provides for me." My chest swelled with pride.
"What do you yearn for, then?"
"I don't know. It's like a dull ache in my body. Like I
am incomplete."
"Is it some sexual desire?" Dr Slammer shifted in his
chair.
"I don't know. Maybe it is."
"Are you happy with your sex life?"
"Yes. I wish it was more than just once a month though.
But I know my husband works hard and may not be in the
mood all the time."
"Do you want to have sex with him more than once a
month? Have you told him?"
"No way. If I told him I want sex everyday, maybe even
few times a day, he would think I am a whore."
"So you want to have sex everyday and prefer more than
once a day?" "Oh yes. Please. I want sex all the time.
I desire so strongly to stuff myself with something all
the time, especially when I am all alone in the day."
"So do you stuff yourself with things when you are
alone?"
"Hmmm, I... I..."
"I asked you to be honest with every answer. Please
answer me. Do you stuff yourself with things when you
are alone?"
"Err..hmmm, yes, I do."
"What exactly do you stuff yourself with?"
"I have tried different things. Like pens, paper
knives, the handle of my husband's golf clubs,
cucumbers, bananas, egg plants, beer bottles... oh...
everything... that... ah... makes me feel good."
"Why does stuffing yourself with these things make you
feel good?"
"When I do not have anything in my...eh...pussy...I
feel empty. The walls of my pussy feel itchy, like they
want something to rub against them, scratch them,
caress them... oh... my... god..."
"Are you feeling okay right now?"
"Yes... no... no... I am feeling the same as I feel in
the middle of the nights... empty. I feel like I need
to fill me up...with something hot and thick and very
long... argh... argh..." I was getting a bit
overwhelmed as I noticed my hypnotized wife's fingers
slowly inching towards her pussy. Oh sweet Jesus!
"Tell me, have you ever thought of having sex with
someone besides your husband?"
"No..." I was relieved till she added in a low, pitched
whisper, "yes... yes..."
"Why?"
"Because I do not like to stuff myself with dead
objects. I want a live real penis... I mean cock inside
me, scratching the itch in my burning pussy."
"Have you had sex with someone besides your husband?"
Dr. Slammer looked uncomfortable, like he had trouble
sitting still, and he looked at me with some amused
emotion.
"Not willingly. With my husband's father. But I didn't
want it. He stayed with us for one month and one day,
when my husband had to go out of town for business, we
drank till we were senseless. I actually don't remember
him fucking me, but the next day when I woke up, I
found him sleeping naked in my marital bed and I found
that my pussy was full of something creamy, which, when
I tasted, I realized was sperm. He must have fucked me
when I was blacked out. But I pretended I was still
asleep when he woke up, cursed himself and quickly
disappeared from my room. We both pretended like it
didn't happen. But my restlessness disappeared for a
couple of weeks."
"So you fucked your husband's father only once?"
"Err, actually no. I coaxed him to get drunk in the
afternoons when my husband was at work, and almost
everyday, I pretended to pass out. Most of the times I
wore short dresses and no underwear. I passed out
exposing my pussy or ass or tits and he almost always
fucked me raw with his humongous uncut cock. Once he
called the dirty black man who works as janitor in our
building where we lived that time and made him fuck me,
he thought I had passed out and didn't know
anything...but I knew it because the dirty black
janitor smeared his smelly cock on my lips and fucked
my mouth a little bit before fucking me with his
horsecock. Oh...how much he came inside my horny
pussy... oh... I wish he was here right now...my pussy
is on fire."
"Okay. So it was just your father-in-law and the black
janitor who fucked you besides your husband?"
"Well, there was this time when my husband invited his
gym buddies for a barbeque at out current home. We were
all drunk and by 10pm my husband had passed out. I saw
his friends Aditya and Jesse pissing in the backyard.
Although I was very pissed at such silly behavior I
couldn't take their long hard cocks out of my mind.
"Anyway, I knew they were drunk so I quickly lied down
in the grass behind them pretending to have passed out
and sure, I must have looked convincing because the
next I knew, they both took turns fucking my brains
out...Jesse's uncut cock was really smelly like he had
not had a shower for three days and he is in the
construction business and after a hard day at work he
had come to the party straight from work... oh Dr.
Slammer was he funky? But I loved the way he smeared
his cock cheese at my mouth and pushed it inside with
his smelly rock hard cock, his uncut skin sliding over
my lips.
"Aditya's black cock was also funky, like he had just
fucked his sister's big ass... but between both of
them, they left enough potent sperms inside my pussy to
make about a million babies. Luckily I took the morning
after pill the next day otherwise surely I would have
pair of twins - black and white - by now. Oh dear...
what a thought it is? How horny is it making me to
think of some strange smelly cock leaving its smelly
potent cum inside my fertile pussy... oh god... my
pussy is hungry... oh Dr. Dick Slammer...you are my
doctor isn't it? Do something. Give some hot black
salami food to my hungry pussy."
"Err, I am sorry that is not very professional, my
dear," Dr Slammer was stammering, his forehead was
shiny with perspiration and his shorts were
uncomfortably tented with a huge hard-on. He was trying
hard to hide it from me.
"Dr Dick Slammer... oh what a name... slam your dick in
my hot, burning pussy doctor... don't be nice to me
like my husband... he is too soft... I want it hard...
from a real man who can reach the depths of my lusty
pussy... come on doctor light my fire... the moment I
entered I saw the outline of your black cock... it
looked like it would do the job brilliantly... oh
fuck... Dr Slammer... slam me... with your big black
cock... do it now... before my husband comes in... I
promise I will make him suck your cum out of my
steaming creampied pussy like I made him do before...
he never found out when he sucked his own father's seed
from my pussy... or even the black janitor's... Aditya,
Jesse, Ronald, Jason, Leroy, Manoj, Santosh... oh fuck,
what a nasty woman am I, to have fucked all his buddies
and to have made him suck their baby-making sperm
straight from my hot over."
My wife was delirious. It was exactly like the fits she
got in the middle of the night and I was
terrified...and excited beyond any porn. Dr. Slammer
was rubbing the large lump in his shorts. Finally, he
grunted and unbuckled his shorts and let them drop to
the floor. His skimpy white underwear was bursting to
contain the monster confined inside. He pulled his cock
out but the force was such that combined with the force
and because of the shorts lying at his ankles, he fell
down. I rushed to grab him but ended up hitting the
chair.
In the tangle both of us fell on each other, his
massive, heavy black hairy balls landing on my face.
The musky and sweaty manly smell was so strong that I
felt a bit weak in the knees. We lay there for a few
minutes as his cock hardened some more and dripped some
pre-cum sauce on my forehead. Then, smiling, he got up
and in doing so his long and fat cock rubbed more pre-
cum sauce on my face. Its uncut tip kissed my lips and
left a sticky slimy train in its wake.
My wife was still writhing. In her induced state of
sleep, she had ripped her own panty apart and was
brazenly fingering her pussy like a slut. She was
uttering obscenities at Dr. Slammer and calling him to
fuck her burning pussy brainlessly. Dr Slammer,
finally, obliged. He didn't waste time in rubbing his
purple cock head along the pussy slit. He didn't waste
time in fucking her mouth (or my mouth). But he went
straight for the bull's eye - her puckering, winking,
inviting sloshing pussy.
She calmed down just as the 10-inches of Dr. Slammer's
fat black meat hit base. She purred like a content
kitten and started milking Dr. Slammer's fat cock with
her pussy lips and muscles. Both of them were so
overworked that the fucking didn't last long. In five
nasty minutes of brutal, no-nonsense pure animalistic
fucking, Dr Slammer defied his age of 70 and showed he
was more virile than a breeding stud. He fucked her
with the energy of an 18-year-old. And then he came. He
came buckets... thick, smelly, lumpy, yellowish cum of
an old black geezer like him... he collapsed on top of
his patient for a while and then pulled out. A sticky
slimy flood started dripping out of my wife's beaten,
red, swollen, and puffed up pussy.
"You better suck it clean otherwise she will know she
was fucked by me after the session is over," Dr Slammer
said in a professional voice, at the same time rubbing
the knobbly ugly black deflating cock on my face. I
gave a few sucks to his cow's teat like cock and then
got to work at sucking his fresh sperm from my wife's
still steaming pussy. Once she was dry, I rearranged
her clothes and hair as best as I could. Dr. Slammer
then snapped his fingers thrice. Tch. Tch. Tch. And lo
and behold, my slutty wife was transformed into a shy
demure faithful wife polishing her wedding band with
her skirt's fabric. "Thanks doctor," I said, "What
would be the follow up now?"
"Well, I would recommend we continue the therapy and
you better observe her behavior at nights. If the fits
recur, call me and I shall arrange for a house call,"
he said and winked at me before adding, "But I
sincerely hope you don't mind if I bring a friend or
two because they are learning the tricks of the trade
from me."
My mouth went dry when I said, smilingly, "Sure, no
problem Doctor."
Just when my wife shyly said, "Thank you Dr. Slammer,"
and turned around to leave, I noticed that Dr Slammer
had forgotten to wear his shorts, they were still
laying at his feet, his long black cock still dripping
the remnants of sperm from its wrinkled tip. My eyes
rolled heavenwards and the Doctor grinned ear to ear
realizing our folly. But I don't think my cock-crazed
and cum-hungry wife noticed anything at all. I left
hoping she would get a fit soon.
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