She snapped out the light and crawled into bed, but her mind would not stop mulling it all over… But, if Bill doesn’t get well… I’d have to do s-something! Oh, why couldn’t I learn… like that book says… to have sex… all kinds of sex… without feeling guilty about it?
It was no use, she discovered, trying to imagine herself buying and using one of those dildoes. She rejected the idea completely. There’s only one solution… Bill has got to get well… and that’s a medical problem! She made up her mind, right then! Tomorrow, she would see Doctor Bender, herself. She had to find out what was really wrong with Bill… and get him started on some treatment to cure him. He’s got to get well!
Chapter Six
Reluctantly, Doctor Mathew Bender had agreed to see Faye, after she had, tearfully, begged his receptionist, then himself, when he was called to the phone, she assuring him that it was urgently necessary for her to see him; so he had fitted her into his busy schedule. She sat, nervously, across the desk from him, twisting and untwisting a delicate handkerchief.
“Mrs. Wright… just as I told your husband I found nothing medically wrong… and he should be up and around getting some exercise.
“… But, he seems to be terribly worried… and upset because h-he can’t… seem t-to… She stopped, not knowing how to continue.
“To what…?” the doctor probed.
“T-To make I-love… He’s not able to…”
“To get an erection?” He asked, finishing for her.
“Yes…” She looked down in embarrassment.
“We talked about that… it’s nothing to worry about… completely temporary, I’m sure.” The doctor told her. “There are several techniques outlined in that book I recommended… and you can help him a great deal!”
“Yes… we got the book…”
“Have you read it… and have you tried any of those ideas?” he probed.
“I-I glanced through it…” she admitted.
“You’ll have to commit yourself to action, also, Mrs. Wright!” he chided.
But, I couldn’t bring myself t-to do some of those things!” she said, with some feeling.
Doctor Bender looked at her, not missing any of the loveliness of her. He liked what he saw; she was definitely a delicious piece of femininity. “I should think you’d be able to rouse him, easily!” he said, meaningfully.
His stare was uncomfortable. She had the feeling this man across the desk was mentally undressing her, and her skin seemed to crawl and prickle under her clothing.
“Anyway…” he went on, after a slight pause, “those sex activities you seem to find abhorrent can be learned… just like any other human activity… and if you’re truly interested in helping your husband, you’ll have to learn them!”
“… But… they’re so wrong… s-so immoral!” she wailed.
“Morals be damned!” he snapped. “Is sex important to you… at all?”
“Yes… I-I think so…”
“Then it’s up to you to learn how to help your husband!”
“But, what if I can’t… it might be just in his mind! Isn’t there something you could do to help him… some medicine… or treatment?” Her eyes glistened with quick tears. “I d-don’t know what I’d do… if Bill doesn’t get well! I need him… too!”
The doctor smiled. “Then you are interested! But you’re worried about you… and your needs… aren’t you?”
Her quick nod assured him he was right and he went on, “But if your husband didn’t get well… there are several ways you could still get sexual satisfaction… you know that don’t you?”
“Y-Yes…” She blushed, remembering her self-induced orgasm of last night.
“Then… you’ve considered the possibility of an affair with another man?”
His blunt question took her by surprise. She gasped, “I-I most certainly wouldn’t!”
“Next best would be a Lesbian affair… with another woman…” he pressed, noting her pretty discomfiture.
She looked at him in disbelief. “N-No. never! Ugh! That’s… unthinkable!”
“Masturbation would be a poor third, though!” he observed.
“That’s what I-I thought you meant…”
“Then… you’ve already discovered at least one outlet?”
“Y-Yes…” She looked down to avoid his piercing eyes.
“Since you posed the question… you know the alternatives open to you, but I still maintain… your husband’s impotence is temporary… and you have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Wright.” He arose from his chair indicating the interview was finished.
“Thank you… D-Doctor…” She stood to her feet and turned to leave his office.
“Good bye… Mrs. Wright.”
He remained standing behind his desk to watch her as she crossed the room, opened the door and went through it. The easy grace of her body, the obvious, curvaceous fullness of her breasts, thighs and buttocks intrigued him. Yes… he saw her as a very lovely woman who felt a desperate need for sexual fulfillment. His usual professional detachment in his dealings with patients began to break down as he regarded her as a woman. She’s a tempting little morsel… and rather mixed up in her approach to sex!
He felt the familiar crawling lift of his testicles and the expanding lurch of his penis as he was stimulated, sexually. He stared at the closed door through which she had just passed. Damn! She could stand a little straightening out… and Doc Bender might be just the man who could do it!
“Damn it, Matt.” Vivian Bender said, “it’s too risky!”
It was Thursday, the day Doctor Mathew Bender always took off in the middle of the week, from his medical duties, and after a late breakfast, he had just told his lovely wife of his plan involving Bill and Faye Wright.
“Not really…” he said, mildly, surprised at her snappishness.
“You’d be breaking your own rule about not getting involved with your patients… that’s all…” she explained, her eyes softening. “I wasn’t trying to start an argument… or anything… especially on your day off…”
“She’s not my patient… her husband is!” he defended. “It’s not the same!”
They were sitting on the big couch in their sumptuous living room drinking second cups of steaming coffee. He looked over at her, surveying her almost classic profile, heavy, raven hair, firm, upthrusting breasts that tended to escape from her dressing robe and the smooth whiteness of her tapering thigh showing as she crossed her legs, provocatively. He didn’t have to settle it, today, but he would have to have his wife’s help and cooperation. He reached out and dipped his hand, playfully, into the front of her robe, capturing the lush mound of a vibrant breast to caress arid tease, the berry-like nipple coming up spiky-hard in the palm of his hand, instantly. Her face turned to him, inquiringly, a smile of almost lewd expectation spreading across it.
“Feeling horny, Doctor?” she asked.
“Yep… and I was just thinking… you’d like Bill Wright… too… he’s quite a handsome guy… and probably pretty virile…when he’s functioning…”
“Do you mean he’s got the proper equipment”
“Yes… but he’s got this thing in his mind that he can’t raise an erection… and that’s where you come in, Darling!”
“Me…?” she questioned. “You mean bring them into the group?”
“That’s what I’ve been getting at!”
Vivian’s hand ran up under her husband’s bathrobe to find the gaping fly of his pajamas, her hand worming in to find the already hardened shaft of his cock. “I’d rather stick with those I know can do the job,” she said, “like this one!
“And another half-dozen I could name!” he countered, then went on. “We need new blood. Since that young professor and his wife moved back east… and that novelist with the redheaded fireball moved to San Francisco, the membership is down some… and we’re supposed to host the next get-together, so it’s up to us to do something about it… O.K.?”
“It sounds difficult! How am I supposed to get next to a man with a problem like that?”
Matt Bender’s hand on her sensitive breast pushed her back on the couch and he leaned over her. He undid the knot at the waist of her robe and pulled the garment open, revealing her naked body to his lewdly avid gaze. His fingers traced down across the alabaster plane of her flat belly, targeting in on the downy blackness at the triangle of her loins.