The wait was excruciating for Robert
Carson. He and his wife, Stella, have been waiting in the doctor's office for
nearly half an hour, waiting for the results of his medical tests. Robert
hasn't been feeling well for several months. No other doctor has been able to
figure out what was wrong with him. The other doctors were able to determine
that it was not cancer or a heart condition, which Robert was grateful to hear,
but still couldn't come up with any other explanation for what was wrong with
him.
Two of Stella’s lady friends recently
lost their husbands, and Robert’s condition seems very similar to those men.
The widows weren’t as helpful as Stella hoped. Connie just said; “I guess I
knew Bill was going downhill. It’s one thing to prolong living, but why prolong
dying, Stella?”
Finally, they were sent to Dr.
Morris, a specialist on men’s health and geriatrics; to determine what might be
wrong with him. Patients from all over the country came to see him for medical
problems no other doctor could solve. Robert and Stella were lucky that they
were able to get an appointment with him. When Stella mentioned to Carol about
the appointment with Dr. Morris, Carol just said; “He’s an asshole.“ But Carol
refused to talk about it anymore.
Last week, Connie asked Stella if
Robert could come by and change the furnace filters. But Stella thought it was
just because Connie was lonely, and maybe desperate for a man’s attention.
“Sorry, Connie, Robert’s doing a long
list of chores and is not available.” She suggested finding a handyman.
‘Damn if I’ll let that hottie
anywhere near my man!’ Stella resolved.
At The Men’s Clinic.
After several days of tests, where
every aspect of his body was thoroughly examined, they were asked to come in,
to go over the final results.
Dr. Morris finally arrived. He was an
older man with thin-rimmed glasses and a big smile on his face. He greeted
Robert and Stella, apologized for being late, and sat down behind his desk.
"So, I've got good news for you,
Robert. You should be just fine," said Dr. Morris.
Robert and Stella both let out a big
sigh of relief. After having to wait so long in the office, they were both
worried that it meant bad news.
"So, what's going on with me,
Doc?" Robert asked. "Why do I feel sick all the time?"
The doctor answered. "It's a
progressive neurological condition that's throwing off your biological
functions. It should be easy to take care of with a simple set of treatment
regimens. There are no medical out-of-pocket costs, under your health
insurance. You'll have to keep up with the treatments for the rest of your
life, but other than that, you'll live a long, happy, and healthy life."
“What do I have to give up, Doc?”
Robert braced himself for a lecture.
“Dr. Morris chuckled; “Robert, if the
treatment is implemented, not only will you improve, you’ll also love the
treatments.”
"That's great to hear,
doctor," said Stella very happily. "I've been worried sick about
Robert for months now."
"That brings me to you,
Stella," said Dr. Morris. "I need to talk to you in private, if you
don't mind."
Robert and Stella gave each other a
concerning look, then looked back at Dr. Morris.
"Is something wrong?"
Stella asked.
"I just want to talk to you
about some simple things you can do, to help make Robert feel better, Mrs.
Carson," Dr. Morris assured her. "Robert, you don't need to wait
around and listen to these lengthy, boring details. You should probably wait in
the lobby. She’ll go over the process with you, when we’re done."
"He's probably right, honey,"
said Stella. "In fact; get yourself some fresh air. I'll meet you at the
café next door, a little later."
Robert agreed to leave. He was tired
of all these damned doctor visits, and was glad to be out of there. He was sick
of Stella nagging him about going to the doctors for stupid stuff. Now he heard
the first good news about his condition in months, and couldn't wait to finally
be done with doctors. Robert shook the doctor's hand, thanked him for his help,
and left the office.
When Dr. Morris was sure that Robert
was gone, he turned his attention to Stella.
"Mrs. Carson; Stella, your
husband is chronically ill," Dr. Morris revealed. "His condition is
much more serious than I let on."
"What?" Stella asked, with
a shocked expression. "How much time does he have left."
"A few weeks, at the most."
Stella was now trembling and
breathing heavily. She could feel her heart pounding hard in her chest. She had
never felt so scared about anything in her life. Several of her lady friends
were already widows. She and Robert were just beginning retirement and she had
so many plans for him.
"This is unbelievable. Why the
hell did you tell him that he was going to live?" she asked.
"Because I needed him out of the
office, So I could talk to you about his condition, and how you're the only one
who could help him. I've seen this situation before. This is deeply personal
stuff. I need to talk to you about things that usually are better said, when I
talk to the wife about it in private."
The Treatment Plan.
"Okay, I think I
understand." said Stella, as she began to calm down a little. "I need
my husband! I'll do anything to help my husband. Tell me what I need to
do."
"First, you need to know that
there are both physical and psychological impairments that are progressing
rapidly. We need to aggressively treat everything, and all at once. The
treatment needs to be applied with cheerful enthusiasm and It’s most successful
when the wife has processed the plan fully, and details it to her ailing
husband. “
“But what is this treatment? What
does it involve?”
We cannot risk Robert hearing your
negative responses, but to be fair; you will need to let yourself process this
information honestly and openly, without hurting Robert any more than he’s
already suffering.”
“I see.” Stella said, nervously. “I’m
already feeling some anxiety about what you’re going to tell me.”
Let's start with his diet. I
understand you got him on a vegan diet. Is that right?"
"Yes, it's much healthier,"
said Stella.
"Stop that immediately; that
diet is killing him," he told her.
"But it's a healthier lifestyle
and Robert loves it."
Dr. Morris continued. "It is
healthier for most people, but not for people with Robert's condition. That
diet is throwing off the neurological functions of his brain, and that's
affecting his entire body. He needs to start eating meat immediately. He needs
iron and protein from beef. Pork and poultry are okay, but beef is especially
therapeutic."
Stella was stunned by the revelation.
She was sure being a vegan was a healthy way to live, but she had no idea that
it was hurting Robert. She would not have pushed him to do it if she knew what
it was doing to him.
"Okay, I'll start getting him on
all kinds of meat right away," she assured the doctor.
"It's not just meat he needs to
start eating. You need to cook for him whatever he likes as well. If he
suggests it, you can't question it. Just cook it for him, no matter what it is.
Don’t trust restaurants to do this. You need to know what’s in the food he
consumes. And you must be punctual with his regular mealtimes."
"Yes, of course I will,"
Stella replied nervously.
"That's good to hear. Now that
brings me to my next subject. He shouldn't be doing so much physical labor
around the house. He's too weak to be doing this stuff, so it needs to all be
done by you. At least for the first months, and then he might bounce back
enough to do a little more. Yardwork, moving furniture, plumbing, painting,
electrical problems, and so on. Anything you expect a husband should be doing
around the house now needs to be done by you alone."
"But I already do all the
traditional duties of a housewife. Do I have to do that stuff as well?"
she asked, perplexed.
"Yes, you have to do it
all," Dr. Morris continued. "And don't pay anybody to do this stuff
either, it all needs to be done by you. He specifically told me that he's been
really stressed about money lately. So, having to spend more money on people to
do work around the house would be very stressful for him. And that stress could
have a terrible effect on his neurological disorder. You being so needy, is a
huge part of the neurological decline he’s facing."
"Um, Okay, I'll try my
best," said Stella. "I'll do all of his chores, and I think I can get
one or two people who could help me for free, so no money will be
involved."
"Excellent, this is going much
better than I hoped. Most wives I've had to tell this to, are not as agreeable
as you’re being. Now, I must emphasize this next part. Don’t criticize or
hen-peck him. Any more. It emasculates him. His testosterone is so low, But
fake testosterone shots don’t fix this set of complications. Too many men turn
to androgen and end up with prostate cancer."
"As I said, I am willing to do
anything to help Robert."
"That brings me to my next
subject, and this is where it gets very personal," the doctor began to
say. "You need to be more sexually available for him."
"Are you sure? We already have a
very good sex life as it is," Stella revealed. "Even with his
illness, we try to be sexual once a week, sometimes more, if I straddle his
face."
Dr. Morris continued. "Well, it
needs to be a lot more than that. As much sex as you two are having right now,
he has not been getting as much sex as he needs. You need to double, even
triple the amount of sex you two are already having."
"What?" she asked, very
confused.
"His libido needs to be in
overdrive, because of his neurological disorder, and by not fulfilling those
sexual needs, it's hurting his body and weakening his immune system."
"He never told me he needed more
sex."
"He told me specifically that.
Out of concern for you, he didn't want to pressure you for more sex. So, I'm
telling you for him; that you need to copulate with your husband a lot more, if
you want him to live. Nagging him is a big part of what’s killing him. And
never use sex as a bargaining device, ever! He needs to know that you just
can’t wait for your next romp."
"Oh, wow," Stella said,
very shocked at what she had just heard. "I always thought we had plenty
of sex already. My girlfriends are jealous of me for it. But Okay, if I have
to, I'll give him more sex."
Stella began to wonder when she would
have time to triple the amount of sex she already had with Robert when the
doctor had already told her she had to do so much more around the house for
him.
"That brings me to the different
acts of sex you have. How often do you give him fellatio? You know? Oral?"
Stella began to feel embarrassed. She
had no idea of how personal this was all going to be.
"Occasionally, well, one his
birthday, or if I feel guilty about something," she replied.
"But do you bring him to
completion?" Dr. Morris asked.
"Sometimes."
"And when you do, do you
swallow; or let him cum on you?"
"A little of both, I
guess."
"You need to start swallowing his
cum every single time," said Dr. Morris. "And I don't just mean only
whatever shoots out into your mouth. You must suck out whatever remains in his
penis after he has finished ejaculating. Leaving any cum inside of his dick
after a blowjob could be detrimental to his already compromised psyche."
Swallowing his ejaculate is a powerful way of showing him how desirable he
still is. He must see himself as a desirable man.”
"Um; sure, whatever you
say."
Stella didn't mind swallowing her
husband's cum, she just didn't like to do it every single time. She preferred
that he cums on her face or tits, after a blowjob, or that he waits to cum in
her vaginally. But she told herself that she was willing to swallow every drop
of cum, if it meant helping Robert.
"And you need to fondle his
testicles a little, while you're blowing him."
"Huh?" she asked, very
confused.
"His testicles are very
problematic right now, and a good massage with your tongue could be very
helpful. The circulation improves, and is essential to production of both sperm
and natural testosterone."
Stella sat there, wide-eyed from
having to listen to all of this. She wanted to question the doctor about the
reasoning for all of this. But she decided that he was the expert, and she
should probably listen to what he had to say, even if she didn't entirely
understand any of it.
"Is there anything else?"
she asked, feeling a little worried about what she might hear next.
"Yes, he needs to stop providing
you with oral sex as well."
"What?" Stella snapped at him.
"It's not good for him. He says
you’re using estrogen cream. Is that accurate?”
“Yes, I apply it vaginally, once a
week. “
“You need to apply it at least 4
times a week. It helps your vagina restore firm and ridged walls. That is
essential to aiding Robert’s sexual stimulation. He’s developing some
neuropathy of his glans penis. But the cream, while essential to the lifesaving
treatment regimen; is contraindicated for his testosterone levels. You need to
coat his penis with a massage oil prior to intercourse, so that his skin does
not absorb your estrogen. The oil also aides his sensory functions. Quadrupling
the estrogen will also make your sexual tasks much, much more pleasant, and
even help you be more enthusiastic about his needs.”
“Do I need a prescription oil?”
“No, Sweet Almond oil is odorless and
inexpensive. The neurological disorder is causing his body much stress, both
physically and psychologically. But back to the matter of orally arousing you.
He needs to focus on pleasure, not stress. Worrying about getting you off, will
only exacerbate this situation even more."
"Can he at least finger
me?" she choked back her tears, hoping for a positive answer.
"Only lightly, and never to get
you to orgasm. Your body needs to be optimal for aiding his vaginal copulation.
If you orgasm before he’s ready to, the withdrawal which your vagina goes
through, will thwart his treatment success."
"You have got to be fucking
kidding me?" Stella said, as she was starting to get angry at the doctor.
Dr. Morris continued his explanation.
"In fact, he also shouldn't be working to get you to orgasm during vaginal
sex, either. It would stress out his neurological disorder if he had to
concentrate on getting you off. You should just let him have sex with you,
focus on getting his own orgasm, and focus on the relaxation he derives from
accomplishing it. And you need to be happy about it; to make him happy, so he
won't stress out about having to get you off as well."
Stella was seriously getting pissed
off right now. She was being asked to give up so much for her husband already,
and now she was being asked to give up all of her own sexual priorities.
"Is there anything else I should
know about?" She asked, trying to keep herself from screaming at him.
"Okay, let’s move on to the next
part of his treatment objectives. Do you have any attractive friends?"
Stella was afraid of where this was
going, but she thought she needed to be honest with the doctor.
"Yes, a few of them are very
attractive," she answered. She almost audibly added, ‘with sexier bodies
than mine.’
"Can you refer me to one of
them?"
A Team Effort.
Stella felt confused, but also a
little relieved. She was afraid he was going to suggest that also Robert fuck
her girlfriends, for the betterment of his health. Asking her if she could hook
him up with one of her attractive friends, was still very strange and probably
unethical, but it was still better than what she had thought.
"No, I'm sorry, doctor. I'm not
comfortable with hooking you up with any of my friends."
"That's no problem," said
Dr. Morris. "But it's probably best that you get your friends to fuck
Robert as much as possible."
"Dammit!" Stella screamed.
"You can't be serious."
"It's for the betterment of his
health," Dr. Morris assured her. "By having sexual relations with
other women;"
"That's it, I'm calling bullshit
on all of this!" Stella yelled at him. "This has got to either be a
messed-up joke or some kind of fucking scam you're pulling. There's no way all
this needs to be done for my husband's health."
"I assure you, Stella, this is
all real. He'll be dead very soon if you don't."
"No way. You're lying about all
of this. In fact, I think Robert is probably in on all of this, too; so he
could get whatever he wants, even more sex from me and other women."
To prove he was telling the truth,
Dr. Morris spent the next hour providing Stella with absolute proof of Robert's
condition. He not only showed Robert's medical results, but also documentation
and studies of Robert's condition, provided by hundreds of doctors over the
last 50 years; to show the methods of treating his condition. He even showed
her online interviews of women who had to do the same exact things that Dr.
Morris suggested, for their own husbands; and how it helped save their
husbands' lives.
Stella was dumbfounded when she saw
all this evidence. She looked over every detail, trying to find something to
suggest the doctor was wrong, or lying to her about everything.
Eventually, Stella had no choice but
to concede that not only was Dr. Morris telling the truth, but also that Robert
needed all of those things that the doctor told her to do for him, in order for
him to live.
“Mrs. Carson; your husband is a
devoted man. Perhaps to a fault. He perceives that he’s no longer sufficient
for you. And it registers as rejection, in his psyche. Rather than fooling
around behind your back, he has man you too influential. You control his self-esteem.
Your libido is waning, but he really believes that you’re less than satisfied,
and he subconsciously translates that as his becoming less and less of a man.
He won’t ask for more, because he fears rejection, and the crushing effect it
would have on his fragile self-image.”
“His emotional damages are now
becoming physiological impairments. As you fully and earnestly implement these
therapies; and I mean all of them; Robert will come alive, again. Psychologically,
he’s become very emasculated. Psychiatrists often mis-diagnose this as clinical
depression. But their psychotropic drugs only make the condition worse. He’d
become completely impotent, and probably suicidal. But we’re not done going
over the treatment plan, yet. Shall we continue?”
"Okay, I concede that everything
you're telling me is absolutely true," said Stella. "I'm sorry I
didn't believe you before. I'll do everything you say, and I'll see what I can
do to get my attractive girlfriends to fuck Robert. If any of them say no, I'll
help him get sexual satisfaction from other women, no matter what. I just can’t
see how sharing him with other women will save his life?"
"Mrs. Carson; the treatment
protocols will reset his self-image, impressing upon him that you know he’s a
very desirable man. Your love will manifest as selflessness and self-reflection.
It will impress upon him that he’s so amazing and desirable to all women.”
“I'm sure this is not going to be
easy for you, since you're being asked to do a lot to help Robert," said
Dr. Morris. "But you'll be doing a great thing for him, and he can live a
long and happy life. He admits that he’s been cranky and impatient, Mrs.
Carson. I can encourage you by saying that women who adopt these changes, all
say that their husbands are so much more pleasant to be around. Some of them
even return to more recreation and entertainment, eventually."
"As long as he gets to live,
that's all that matters," said Stella.
"That's good to hear," said
the doctor. "Inviting a girlfriend to join your sexual treatments, will be
a way of dealing with your own orgasms, so long as one of you two ladies save
yourselves for Robert, first. If a girlfriend stimulates you to orgasm, it must
be in Robert’s presence, and You have to let him have his way with your
girlfriend, before she has an orgasm by your ministrations.”
“Do I have to be there while he fucks
my girlfriend? I don’t think I can bear to watch him fuck another woman,
especially one of my floozy friends?”
“Yes! He needs to see her as a gift
from you, for his healthy recovery. The stress of feeling like he’s cheating on
you; could kill him. Trust me. Men die during sex, because of the stress they
undergo. We just don’t report that the death was from sex-related stress. The
survivors are simply told that they died in their sleep.”
“Oh! Two of my girlfriends said their
husbands died in bed. This really is serious, isn’t it, Doctor?” Stella thought
about Carol, her friend from the Bridge Club.
Carol used to gripe about how
disgusting her husband would be about sex. But last spring, Carol said she came
home from brunch and errands, only to find Carl lying lifeless and naked in
bed, at 1:30 in the afternoon. Carol claims it was his heart condition and
stress, that killed him. Now Carol is angry with Carl for disserting her, and
now she’s miserable.
“By the way, you also need to let him
copulate anally, with you, especially early on, while his sensory nerves are
limited by penile neuropathy. Your vagina will restore it’s tight and ridged
attributes after a few weeks of regular Estrogen cream therapy. Then Robert
will find your vagina sufficient to arouse and stimulate his glans nerves, and
he’ll have much better sexual response. But until then, Use a lube and utilize
the attributes of your anal muscles, to achieve the immediate outcomes he needs
right away."
"Sure, why not?" Stella
replied sullenly.
"Also, when he has sex with
other women involved, I emphasize that you always be there, and join them. And
definitely let him sit back and watch you ladies have sexual pleasures. Don’t
allow him to further shame himself by thinking he’s not faithful to you. He
will always be faithful to you, Mrs. Carson. It may kill him, but he will
always be faithful. That’s who he is. If you arrange the events and keep a
happy attitude about it, He will see it as a complimentary dynamic, and not a
competitive threat. Do you want me to explain to you why that's
important?"
"No need. I'm sure there's a
good reason for all of that as well."
When they were finally done, Dr.
Morris walked her out to the nurse’s station and handed her a written directive
for treatment. They shook hands and said their goodbyes. Stella left the
doctor's office, thinking about all the humiliating tasks she was directed to
provide. She put the 6 pages of directives in her purse, and went to the café,
next door, where Robert was waiting for her at a corner table. She sat in the
chair in front of him, and he handed her the coffee that he had ready for her.
"You were with the doctor for a
long time. Is everything alright?" Robert asked.
"Robert,” Stella paused. The
prospect of no more of his skilled cunnilingus, overwhelmed her.
“There's no easy way for me to
tell you this, Robert.” Stella thought about the anal sex they once tried, some
25 years ago. It was so degrading to her.
Trembling, she blurted out; “Robert.
you're going to die."
"What?" Robert shouted.
"Doc said he was confident that I was going to be just fine."
"He lied! He just didn't want to
be the one to tell you, so he wanted me to tell you for him. He's a fucking
coward. He was crying like a little bitch after you left. We’re never going
back to him, again! I’m so sorry, Robert, but that’s how it is."
"How much time do I have
left?"
"A few weeks; at the most."
Robert was hyperventilating. He had
never felt so scared in his life.
"Oh my God. Is there anything
that can be done to save me?" Robert asked.
"Absolutely nothing," she
replied. “I don’t know how I’m going to go on, after you’re gone, Robert. Hold
me, please!
