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Forming a Habit
---------------

"Hi Clem," the female caller said, "This is Dr.
Mendelson."
 
"Well, hello doctor," I said, very surprised.  Dr.
Mendelson was my wife Perra's psychiatrist, whom I had
never spoke to before.  Perra had always kept that
part of her life separate from me.

After brief pleasantries, she asked, "would it be
possible to join us at Perra's appointment Wednesday?"

"Uh, is that OK?  Can I do that legally?" I asked.  I
was never sure of doctor-client privileges.

"Sure," she replied evenly.  "I think it would help
her treatment, and I would like you there."

We discussed time and place, because I didn't even
know where the doctor practiced.  I was to arrive half
an hour before Perra's appointment to have a few words
with the doctor.  Then I would listen to a brief
portion of Perra and Dr. Mendelson's discussion.  I
agreed, and marked my calendar.

I arrived on schedule and was ushered into Dr.
Mendelson's office.  She and I talked about why I was
there.  Basically, Perra has a problem with hiding
truths she finds difficult.  In other words, she lies
or otherwise brushes up against dishonesty.  Dr.
Mendelson didn't tell what she was going to ask Perra,
but she wanted me there to verify the answers.  I
thought I understood.

After our talk, I went into an adjoining room to await
Perra's arrival.  I'll admit I was antsy and jumped
when I heard Perra's voice.  She was initially much
more calm and relaxed than I was as they made their
hellos.

Dr. Mendelson got right to the point.  "So, did you
and Clem enjoy your treatment?"

"Oh yes," Perra said while I wondered what treatment
she was talking about.  "It was hard at first, but
then we became closer than ever."

"You had sex every day like we discussed?"

A brief pause, then Perra answered, "Yes, except one
day."

Well, I was amazed.  We had not only not had sex every
day except one, but had not had sex at all.  It was
our usual month, where I begged her to have sex for a
several days, was rebuked, then built up my energy to
resume begging a few days later.  Sometimes, the
begging results in one or two nights of unsatisfactory
lovemaking, but this month there was none.  To hear
Perra lie so easily was sickening.  I began to see why
I was there.

"You had sex with Clem every day except one?  Was it
fun, or more like a chore?"

Perra went on for some minutes, describing the sex we
never had.  I didn't know precisely what Dr. Mendelson
had told her to do, but I gathered that Perra had
tried her best to do it.  If I hadn't been there, I
would have believed her.

"Well, that's very interesting," Dr. Mendelson said. 
"Let's see how your husband enjoyed the last month. 
Clem, can you come out?"

I came out, and saw with grim satisfaction the shock
on Perra's face.  First it went ashen, then it became
a bright pink.

"Hi honey," I said, wanting to be angry but feeling
more weary than anything else.

"So, Clem, did you hear what Perra said?" Dr.
Mendelson asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"And was a fair description of the last month?"

"It was very nearly entirely lies," I answered.  "I
think I could find some part of it that was true, but
I'd have to hunt pretty hard."  I stopped, and saw
that Dr. Mendelson wanted me to elaborate.  "First of
all, we didn't have sex at all.  I know, because I
bugged her every day about it, like usual."  I went on
for a minute longer, building up a decent amount of
resentment and accusations.  Finally, the doctor
stopped me and we discussed what happened, what was
supposed to have happened, and Perra's condition.

The doctor explained that Perra had a deep fear of my
leaving her.  Part of it was because Perra realized
she had messed up our finances and feared the reaction
when she did it again.  Most of it, though, was
because she knew I wanted sex every once in a while. 
When she off put me, she knew I would want it more,
and she thought that sex would then have to be a Big
Deal.  The more she put me off, the bigger deal it got
to be, until it spiraled out of control.  Eventually,
she was paralyzed because she knew I was about ready
to leave her, but she felt sex had to be super duper
special to make it all up to me.

I knew all this before Dr. Mendelson told me.  I
wasn't stupid, and I knew Perra all too well.  My
exasperation was due to the fact that although I knew
the reasons Perra put off sex, I didn't know how to
fix the situation.  The feeling powerlessness was
fatiguing.  Frankly, I was tired and had given up
hope, and I really was thinking of leaving her, at
least sexually.

Dr. Mendelson, though, wanted to try something. 
Apparently, she had an idea of how to help Perra (and
me), but Perra hadn't followed through.  That is why I
was there, and I sat forward to listen as the doctor
explained the treatment.

"As you may have heard," she began, "there is a
popular belief that you can form a habit in 21 days,
if you do it everyday.  If you want to get into a fit
lifestyle, go to the gym everyday for 21 days.  If you
want to get into the habit of praying, do so for 21
days without fail.  After 21 days, the theory goes, it
will be natural for you to do this new habit. 
Likewise, you will miss the habit if you don't do it.

"Surprisingly, there is a lot of research confirming
this rule of thumb.  The actual time varies from
person to person, but the principal is sound." She
paused to look wisely at us.

"Now, I told Perra that I wanted her to have sex with
you everyday for a month.  She has a problem with
making sex a big deal, when it can be something simple
if done every day.  I also think she has a habit of
just saying 'no' without any reason beyond 'she
doesn't feel like it.'"  I nodded my head, agreeing to
her.

"If you as a couple had sex every day, and formed a
habit to do so, you would build intimacy that you
would miss if you didn't have sex.  Perra wouldn't
have the stress of blowing sex out of proportion,
because it would not grow through avoidance.  You two
may still have problems, but she wouldn't think you
were leaving because she forced you into celibacy.  I
think these are very useful improvements to her life.

"Perra has told me she dislikes sex, and we have
talked about it in her therapy, but I think she just
isn't used to having sex.  It is new and foreign, even
after many years of marriage.  Having sex would make
her accustomed to sex, and would make having more sex
easier.  You see?  Forming a habit of sex would be
very therapeutic for both of you."

Well, I was stunned.  It was like Santa and the Prize
Patrol had both shown up, and fought over who could
give me more.  I had to make sure I had heard what I
thought I heard.

"Are you saying," I said slowly, "that you want Perra
and me to have sex, every day, for a month?"  I risked
a look over at Perra, to see what her reaction was. 
It was mortification.

"That's precisely what I am saying," Dr. Mendelson
replied.

"Are you saying it would be good for her... us?" I
asked.

"Yes, I believe it would be.  She has issues with
having sex, and making love every day would certainly
make her healthier psychologically."  She looked at
Perra, who appeared to want to die.  "You can see her
reaction," she said softly.  "A healthy woman would
not be so adverse to lovemaking with a husband she
loves as deeply as Perra loves you."  She saw the
surprised look on my face.  "Yes, I know it may
surprise you to learn that she loves you, given how
poorly she treats you.  But be aware that she has a
medical condition that I am treating.  It is my hope
that you can help her in her treatment now."

We sat there, and I was still stunned.  However, I
reached over and took Perra's hand.  She gripped mine
hard, telegraphing her fears.  Suddenly, the sex every
day thing seemed more like a punishment than a
treatment.  I loved my wife, and I supposed the
treatment would hurt her.

"Doctor, Perra will hate this," I said softly.  "Is
there something you can prescribe to make it easier
for her?"

"You mean like a tranquilizer?" she smiled.

"No... maybe like a female Viagra?"

"I see," she said, understanding.  "I need to be clear
on this.  Her test results indicate no physical reason
for sexual dysfunction.  She can respond to
stimulation in a normal manner.  Viagra treats
physical issues like capillary constriction.  The
issue is her psychological state."

"Wait a minute," I interrupted.  "Perra has a tilted
vagina that makes it painful to receive my dick."  I
gave her hand a squeeze, trying to be supportive.

"Unfortunately, that too is a lie," Dr. Mendelson
said.  "Perra made it up so that you wouldn't pressure
her for intercourse."

I was again stunned, and this time my feeling of
goodwill was severely tested.  "Oh," I said, at a loss
for words.  Perra squeezed my hand, hoping no doubt
for a returned reassurance, but I just disentangled. 
I didn't want to touch her after this newly revealed
betrayal.

Thankfully, Dr. Mendelson understood and redirected us
to more positive issues.  She set out the program for
us, giving us broad guidelines for the next month.

1. We were to have sex no less than once a day, every
day.  It was up to us to decide when and where to do,
but we were to find time to be sexually intimate every
day.  Of course, we could certainly have sex more than
once.

2.  We could decide what "sex" meant to us.  It could
be simple, or extravagant, whatever we decided. 
However, we were to have intercourse at least once a
day.  Dr. Mendelson explained that intercourse was a
natural way to build intimacy, which was one point of
this exercise.

3.  Perra was to perform oral sex on me once the first
week, in addition to the daily intercourse.   The
second week, she was to suck me twice.  The third
week, three times and so on.  I didn't need to cum,
but she was to do it for at least five minutes.

4.  Likewise, I was to perform oral sex on her
according to the same schedule, in addition to the
daily intercourse.  Once a week, though, I was to make
her cum with my mouth.

5.  She encouraged us to add a new position for
intercourse at lease once a week.

6.  She strongly suggested to Perra that she not
rebuke me from the sorts of things that a husband
could expect his wife to enjoy.

Perra, who had been pretty quiet, spoke up and asked
what would happen during her period.  This was a major
concern because Perra has periods about every other
week due to some sort of hormonal imbalance.  The
doctor said we would have to tough it out.  We would
definitely continue intercourse, but if I felt like
skipping oral sex, I could make it up with twice the
next week.  Perra seemed upset, but didn't put up a
fight.

Finally, Dr. Mendelson told me to call her if Perra
tried to put me off.  I was given her pager number,
and told to call and she would speak to Perra.  I
thought it a pretty weak détente, but Perra told me
later that the doctor rarely gave out her number so it
was "quite something".

To facilitate the first day, Dr. Mendelson had us
decide when we could liaison.  The evening was hard,
because of soccer and other commitments.  Finally, we
decided to head home straightaway and do it while the
kids were at school.

I thanked Dr. Mendelson, and assured her I would be as
gentle as I could with what amounted to a mandate for
sex.  She reminded me that it would be very hard for
Perra, and to keep that in mind.

It was pretty awkward at home.  Perra was resentful,
essentially forced to have sex with me.  It felt to me
like when Perra decided we should have kids, and we
had to perform on schedule.  Certainly it lacked
romance, what with Perra stripping and laying on the
bed, telling me, "Get it over with, and fuck me."

I laid on the bed, and tried to kiss her tenderly,
telling her I loved her over and over.  She resisted
for a while, but gradually got more and more into the
kisses I was giving.  I slid my hand down, and rubbed
all over her belly, legs, and pubes while trying to
avoid her pussy.  When her fingernails started tracing
lines over my skin, I knew she was getting more
excited at our lovemaking.

Instead of touching her sex, I gently tried to pull
her legs apart.  "Don't," Perra whispered, knowing
full well that I intended to slide down and kiss her
pussy.

"Honey, please relax and let me enjoy you," I said
softly in a tone that was more commanding than
requesting permission.  "I like doing it, and you like
it when I do."

Grudgingly, she parted her legs and didn't complain
(verbally) when I kissed my way down.  When I arrived
at her valley, she whimpered "Please, don't."  I
ignored her and began to lick her slowly, feeling my
arousal build the moment my tongue slide between her
labia.

For someone who was protesting, she sure responded
favorably.  After about thirty seconds of slowly
licking her, she began to noticeably wetten.  Within a
couple minutes, her hips were moving in a most
delightful way.  Her clit was clearly visible, and her
legs were farther apart.  Her breaths were
increasingly ragged.

Unable to delay longer lest I cum, I slid up and
quickly mounted her.  My cock slid into nearly new
territory, for we rarely fucked due to Perra's bogus
tilted vagina claim.  Now though, I happily slid in
and out, unworried that I could be hurting her.  I
leaned down until I partially supported myself,
flexing my back as I pumped in and out.  I kissed her,
and she gripped my hair to mash my mouth on hers.

We were both really close to orgasm, but I won the
race.  I felt my balls rise up and lodge, then I began
to shoot cum into her warm cave.  She kissed me
harder, hoping to bring herself to orgasm, but she
found it fruitless.  As I panted, I heard her
whimpering.  I knew what she wanted, for I had done it
before against her will although she enjoyed it. 
After a brief rest, I slid back down.

Again, she whimpered, but this time it was in protest.
 She was unable to admit that she wanted me to now
bring her to orgasm orally.  Whatever the reason, she
avowed a distaste for my oral service, my creampie
eating.  But again, once I had begun, her attitude
changed completely.  Her legs spread lewdly apart as I
ran my tongue in and out of her fuck-hole.  As
creampie oozed out, I lapped at it as if were ice that
was melting.

She was in heat and soon came.  I think she may have
scratched my scalp with her nails, as her fingers sank
into my hair in order to urge me harder against her
pussy.  It was wet and sloppy and very satisfying.

The workday went quickly as I recalled the lovemaking
and looked forward to more of it each day.  When I got
home, Perra was light and cheerful.  Now that her
"secret treatment" was exposed, she didn't have to
hide it or worry about it.  The weight lifted from her
shoulders made a startling change.

When the kids went to bed, we discussed timing for
lovemaking the next day.  As it turned out, these
nightly discussions became a habit for us that I still
treasure.  But that first night, we had difficulty
deciding when to make love the following day.

The mornings were best for me, because that is when I
am most awake.  However, Perra can be grumpy first
thing in the morning.

Midday was the best time for kid avoidance.  However,
I could hardly leave every day for a long lunch.

The next night was probably a problem, because the
kids stayed up so late that I was always tired.  I
often fell asleep waiting for Perra to consider the
coast was clear.

In the end, we decided I would wake her up early and
have a quicky, before she woke the kids up to get them
ready for school.

As was usual for my schedule, I woke up at 4:30 and
went downstairs to make coffee.  I worked for a while,
then came up and nudged Perra awake.  She protested
that she was still sleepy, so I practically dragged
her out of bed and into the bathroom.  Once she was on
her pegs, she woke up faster.

Although she was grumpy about it, she agreed to shower
with me.  I enjoyed it, and we did have intercourse,
but it was awkward.  Afterwards, we decided we
wouldn't make that one of our favorite situations.  I
guess though, that the shared awkwardness was good for
building intimacy.  It was like a team-building
exercise.

That night, we again discussed plans for the next day.
 It was easy, since I work until lunch on Fridays and
have the rest of the day off.

As was usual, I fell asleep with Perra reading her
romance novel and watching TV.  At some time later, I
found myself waking as to a ream.  I felt like I had
been peeing in my sleep, which is an odd think to
think of as you wake.  As I became clearer headed, I
realized that Perra was down, slowly suckling my cock!

Wow!  This was literally unprecedented.  The last time
she had put my cock in her mouth was before we were
married.  Frankly, she wasn't very good that one time.
 Now, she was doing a decent job and I was very erect.

"Oh fuck baby," I muttered.  "That feels so good, but
why?"

"I thought I would prove I would wake you up if we
waited until the kids were asleep," she said.  Now
that she knew I was awake, she slid up and kissed me. 
"Are you surprised?"

"I'll say," I smiled, noting I was kissing her mouth
that had so recently been filled with cock.  "How long
did it take?"

"Maybe ten minutes," she said, and I believed her.  I
can be a heavy sleeper in the five hours I normally
get.  She looked at me then, very directly into the
eyes.  "Now, can I ask something?" she queried.

"Sure," I said, thinking it must be serious.

"I am willing to try doing this more frequently, but
could I ask you to wash your cock every night before
we go to bed?"

"Sure," I said again, thinking that it was a small
thing to do for her.  I am a clean person, but I
understood that she had an aversion to my penis, and
making myself extra clean would help mitigate that. 
"How about if I change to showering at night?"

"That would be wonderful," she said, sounding relieved
that I had understood her reasoning.

That night didn't find us fucking, because we had
already fucked in the morning.  Perra preferred me to
manually stimulate her clitoris, which I have learned
can make her cum quickly.  As she rose to orgasm, my
own orgasm began.  I shot a nice load onto her hip,
for I had my leg over hers while she laid on her back.

"Feed me my cum," I said, to which she said no.  So, I
wiped it up myself, and sucked my fingers clean.  Then
I kissed her.  She hesitated briefly, then opened her
mouth to accept my tongue and the cum residue.  There
was no cum, of course, for I had eaten it.  Even so,
she thought my mouth was unclean and I knew it was a
big deal to let me kiss her.

I fell asleep, thinking we had made real progress.  I
felt more loved than I had in years.

Lunch the next day was awesome.  Perra now was
completely resigned to lovemaking each day, and that
made it easier for her to be ready for it.  I arrived
home ready to have a dragged out lunch followed by
"let's get it over with" sex.  Instead, she made me a
sandwich to eat on the way back to the office so that
we could spend more time in bed!  She was even wearing
a sexy nightie in anticipation of some sack time. 
This change in attitude floored me.

She led me up to our bedroom, and laid on the bed with
her legs parted.  While I carefully disrobed (I didn't
want my clothes a mess when I went back to the
office), she watched me and gently massaged herself. 
I laid on her bed, obviously intending to eat her, and
she spread her legs to give me access!  Two nights
before, she had begged me not to do it, and now she
was welcoming me.

Her clit grew large on my lips, and she came easily. 
I slid up and kissed her with my pussy-tasting lips
while I slid inside.  The more we fucked the less
pressure I felt, and we enjoyed a nice commingling.  I
came in her, and pulled out to get dressed and leave
since I would be expected back at the office. 
"Please... finish me off," she said, her fingers
rubbing her clit.  Greedily, I lapped at her, sucking
clit and hole until she came with a cum-bubble.

I had to run some errands and as I did I wondered what
more could be in store in the next month.  Already,
the change in our sex life was incredible.  I pondered
how miserable she must have felt, caught up in lies,
and how that must have created pressures I couldn't
imagine.  How much easier our lives were now that we
both were open to sex!

That night, the only time we could agree on for the
next day was before the kids got up.  This time, when
my eyes opened I rolled over and began rubbing her
body right away.  She sleeps much heavier than I do,
and I caressed her skin while she awoke.  Eventually,
she turned her head to me and pulled me down into a
kiss.  I dropped my hand to her pussy, and found she
was damp.

We kissed for a long time as I explored her pussy
slowly.  Then, she dropped her head to my chest and
began nipping at my nipples.  I find nipple play to be
very arousing.  She sucked and bit me, rolling on top
of me so that she could slide her pussy up and down my
leg.  Feeling her wetness draining on to my leg was
even more arousing.

"If I fuck you," she said, emphasizing the word 'fuck'
so that it sounded enticingly wicked, "will it count
as our new position for the week?"  I agreed that it
would, but to my surprise she slid down and quickly
sucked me!  "Just to get you slippery, you know," she
said with a smile.  Then, she mounted me and sank down
so that my cock was buried deep inside her.  Leaning
forward, she kissed me as we began screwing each
other.

She continued to play with my nipples as well, pulling
and twisting them.  Her pinches became too much, and I
groaned for her to back off.  In response, she
plastered herself to me, our bodies sliding over each
other.  It got hot and sweaty and very erotic, since I
could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest.

She came before I did, but feeling her squeezing me
took me over the top.  This time, she kept humping at
me, turning my cream into foam inside her.  It was
churning our creampie into butter.  When her orgasm
subsided, she flopped down on me, exhausted.

"Do you want me to clean your pussy?" I said
hopefully.

"No," she said sleepily.  "I think I'll just lay here
and feel it drain out of me."

I kept that visual image in my mind all day.  I could
so vividly recall the pain and torment of just a few
days ago, and yet it seemed so foreign now.  Our sex
life had never ever been this good, even as newlyweds.
 I was wonderfully happy at last.

The next few days were much the same.  The rule
requiring Perra to suck me so many times a week was
forgotten, because a little sucking became the norm in
our lovemaking.  She wasn't ready yet for me to cum
while she sucked me, but I didn't mind.  I wanted to
cum inside her pussy even more than I wanted to cum in
her mouth.  Cumming in her felt so satisfying, so
fulfilling.

The beginning of our second week of daily sex brought
another new challenge: Perra started her period.  She
had gotten over much of her disgust on sex, but
disgust on her menstrual cycle was deeply rooted.  It
happened over night, and when I woke her up she
refused to have sex.

"I'll let you cum in my mouth today, just don't touch
me there," she pleaded.  "I'm icky!"

"C'mon babe, you know Dr. Mendelson told us
specifically that we were not to skip intercourse," I
reminded her.  "Besides, I don't care that much."

Perra did care, a lot.  It was like she had a phobia
or something about her period.  After a half hour of
cajoling and threatening to call Dr. Mendelson, she
finally agreed to fucking in the shower.  I daresay
she was glad we did.

Perra soaped my penis up nicely, then gave me a slow
BJ.  I think that now that she was better at it, she
enjoyed the power she received.  She was now treating
blowjobs as a kind of foreplay for herself.  By the
time she stood up again, I was rock hard.  I pressed
her against the tile and impaled her.  I am taller
than she, so she wrapped her arms and legs against me,
letting my cock support much of her weight.  The root
of my cock was pressing hard against her clitty, and
she soon began to gasp at each stabbing thrust I made.

Her orgasm was extremely intense.  I had to cover her
mouth with mine, because her gasps were very loud and
I didn't want to alarm the kids.  Her reaction led to
my own orgasm deep inside her.  I had to get ready to
go, so I left her in the shower, a smile on her face
as she leaned heavily against the tile with the water
massaging her.

She called me at work to tell me how wrong she was. 
The orgasm had felt wonderful, and seemed to help a
little with her cramping.  Now, with all the surprises
I received, this was maybe one of the biggest.  Perra
rarely apologized, or at least that was true of the
Old Perra.

A bigger surprise waited for me when I got home.  My
daughter takes dance lessons and my son is on a soccer
team.  Wednesdays is a special day, because they can
both be at practices at the same time if my son takes
special goalkeeping training.  On those days, we can
have an hour after I get home before we need to go
collect our kids.

I got home and found a candle burning on the entry
table, which was unusual.  It was sitting next to a
note urging me to hurry upstairs because the kids were
gone.  You can guess my eyes popped open when I
entered the bedroom.

Perra was laying nude face down on the bed, nearly
kneeling but with her face on the mattress.  Her
midsection was supported by a firm pillow, with her
rump in the air.  Seeing her nude like this was
shocking, but as I walked to her in a daze I got even
more shocked.  Covering her pillow was a heavy old
towel, and I saw a tampon string dangling from her
pussy.  What was shocking was that her hand was
holding a bullet vibrator in her butt!

"What the fuck?!" I said, not really able to think.

"Take of your clothes while I explain," she purred.  I
began to undress and got goggle eyed seeing her pump
the vibrator slowly in and out once.  "After you left,
I remembered my friend Caren always told me that she
liked anal sex during her period.  I asked her once
and she said that the really intense orgasms helped
stop her cramping and got her period to finish
faster."  I imagined Caren with a cock sliding in and
out of her sweet ass, and thought that it sounded like
something she would say.

"So you thought you'd try it?" I continued for her.

"Well, I thought I would try," she smiled.  "Plus, it
gets another new position out of the way."

"But,  you could have waited until tomorrow," I
pointed out.

"Yeah, but the kids are gone now," she replied
pragmatically.  She didn't seem to be keeping count as
much as I was, and I resolved to not think of 'once a
day' as a limit, but as a minimum.

"So you've been here getting ready?" I asked, thinking
about how horny that was.

"Yeah, but you'd better get started soon," she said. 
As a cue, she pulled out the vibrator and let me see
her loosened opening.  Fuck, it looked enticing.

I saw a tube of KY on the bed next to her, and grabbed
it.  I applied a liberal amount on my muscle, and
squirted some more into her opening.  Then, I gripped
her hips like I had seen in porn movies and pressed my
head against her foreign cave.

"Careful," she said, a bit apprehensive.

"OK," I agreed, surprised to see my cockhead passing
through her nether gates so easily.  "I'm in hun," I
said.

"You are?" she asked, surprised.

I laughed.  "Didn't think it would be so easy, did
you?"

"No..." she said, "I can't believe it."

I continued pressing in, a half inch at a time until I
was entirely inside her.  My cock is really not that
much bigger than the vibrator, so practically speaking
she was already used to me.  I pressed my hips against
her, letting her know there was no more of me to be
had.  After years of thinking it would never happen, I
was inside my wife's ass.

"How is it?" I asked, sliding out a little and
pressing back in.

"Not bad," she said honestly.  "Its not ringing my
bells, but it isn't setting off alarms either."

I laughed a little, then saw the vibrator on the bed. 
With a sudden thought, I went to the dresser in the
closet that I use to keep my socks and sex toys.  I
went to the sex toy drawer and grabbed two condoms,
then returned.  Perra, seeing them, asked what they
were for.  I told her one was for my cock, to deaden
the sensation so that I didn't cum too quick.  The
other was to cover the vibrator.

"Use this on your clit," I instructed, handing it to
her.  I let her place it on the pillow between her
legs, turning it on to low so that it buzzed her
nicely.  Then, I rolled the condom on myself and
greased up again.  I slid in with nary a whimper from
Perra.  In fact, it was more like a sigh.  "You like?"
I asked.

"MMmmmm, let's say it is better with the vibrator,"
she replied.  I suddenly realized that I never knew
she had a vibrator.  I'd never seen it before.  For
all I knew, she had bought it just to open her ass to
me.  Now, that was an exciting thought!

Each of us were getting into the assfucking.  The
condom reduced the sensations so that I could manage
not to cum while screwing Perra.  After five minutes,
her breathing began to get more labored.  I found that
with all the lube, her ass was damn slippery, so I
gripped her cheeks and fucked her hard to see what she
would do.  "Keep going," she purred, rocking her butt
up and down as emphasis.  "Squeeze my butt," she said,
and I got a really firm hold so as to pound away. 
"Keep going... oh God I am close... keep going..."

Frankly, I was getting tired when I felt her tense up
and cum.  It was like her whole bottom area clamped
down on me, squeezing my cock ruthlessly.  I gasped,
wanting to cum but not yet ready.  I could imagine
myself giving her a hot cum enema, but I just wasn't
ready yet.

"Did you cum?" she asked, not sound the least worn
out.  I was surprised yet again.

"No, sorry."

"Good," she purred.  "I feel like I could have another
right away."

"Tell you what," I leered, beginning to slide in and
out of her juicy bottom, "let's have a race."

"I'll win," she said, confidently.

"No you won't," I objected, pulling out and removing
the condom.  When I slid in, she was too slippery for
pleasurable friction.  But, she was fucking hot
inside.  I began to rapidly slide in and out,
resolving to use less lube the next time.

"Hold on," she gasped.  "Push in as far as you can." 
I did, even pulling her cheeks apart to get in as deep
as possible.  I felt something below, and realized her
fingernails were sliding on my nuts. Her fingers slid
up, feeling my balls and pressing them against her wet
pussy.  I didn't know if the wetness was her period,
vaginal juices, or leaking grease.  It just felt wet
and hot.  "Now, move in and out so that your balls
slap on me," she croaked.  I realized she really was
ready to cum!

Frantically, I jabbed in and out, pressing my cock as
deep into her anus as I could while feeling my balls
whap her pussy.  I could feel the vibrator going crazy
on her clit, and she was muttering incoherently. 
Then, I clearly heard "Oh God, Oh God, Oh GAWD" and
she began to clench around my cock again.  I worked
hard to fight the clamping and continue sliding in and
out, and then I came.

I nearly collapsed from the pleasure of filling her
spasming ass with cum.  It was so unlike fucking her
pussy, being both tighter and looser in turns.  Just
being there, doing what I would have thought
impossible a mere week ago... that was a total mind
fuck!

I laid on top of her, feeling her buttocks on my skin,
resting.  Perra asked me to get the kids so she could
clean up, and I complied willingly.  I had so much
more to think about now, and I was happy for the
chance to reflect on how much life can change.

We fell asleep that night, wrapped in each other's
arms, forgetting to set a time to make love.  She was
snoozing so peacefully that I didn't want to wake her
in the morning.  I had a luncheon appointment, so we
couldn't have a tête-à-tête.  Despite my expectation
of sex that night, I again fell asleep due to just
plain tiredness.

Again, Perra woke me with a nice wet BJ.  "We need to
do it," she said with a  smile.  Seeing my pleased
reaction to being woken up, she told me that she knew
the rules and was going to wake me up if she had to. 
Then, she slid over me and sank her pussy onto my
shaft.

"Aren't you weirded out by your period?" I asked,
somewhat surprised that she'd let me into her
menstruating cunt.

"It's over," she told me.  "That thing we did
yesterday really worked."  Her wicked smile indicated
that we'd be doing that sodomy thing again.

Although she said her period was over, she stopped me
when I began to slide down to eat my cum from her. 
She wasn't that clean yet, and she didn't feel the
need to cum.  She wanted to fall asleep with her head
on my chest.  We agreed on lunch the next day, since
it was another Friday and I would leave work at
lunchtime.  Then we fell asleep.

Sex kept getting better.  The next day, she was in bed
when I got home, wearing sexy lingerie and ready for
action.  She was wearing full sexy makeup and had her
hair done as well.  When I was undressed, I was
already fully erect.  She told me she was in charge,
and I agreed to let her have her way with me.

I was positioned on my hands and knees, and she began
to scratch my skin lightly with her nails.  I love
that feeling, and soon I was covered with gooseflesh
where she touched me.  Satisfied that I was now
responsive, she changed her actions to something I
wouldn't have expected.  She produced the bullet
vibrator again, then informed me she was going to use
it on me!  I was about to orgasm at just the thought!

She lubed me up, but I cautioned her to not use too
much lube.  Then, she pushed the vibrator into my
asshole, pumping me and twisting it when she saw how
easily I took it.  I groaned in pleasure at the
feeling and the emotional implications of her doing
this to me.  I had wanted her to play with my ass for
years, and here she was doing it.

She had me flip onto my back and hold my legs aloft
while she vibed me some more.  I could feel a pool of
precum form on my belly, for I was outrageously erect.
 She looked into my eyes, capturing my attention.  "I
want you to cum in my mouth," she told me.  I warned I
wouldn't last long, and she told me that was good
because she had plans for after I came.

Then she slowly moved down to put my cock between her
deep red lips.  She had become much more proficient at
drawing my seed, and the vibe in my ass felt too
fucking good as well.  I really didn't last more than
a minute before my balls emptied into her hot mouth. 
I saw her cheeks puff out, and I knew what was coming.

Yes, she placed her mouth on mine and ejected my cum. 
My tongue swirled around, bathing in the cum she had
captured.  Her hands held my head still as her tongue
explored deep in my mouth, possessing me.  Her
forceful kissing was wonderfully erotic.

Next, she mounted my face where I found how wet she
was.  Her juices were smeared all over my face as she
humped my mouth.  Taking a chance, I tickled her
browneye with my finger, and she stopped.  She
quivered excitedly while I slowly inserted my finger
into her no longer virginal backdoor.  She groaned,
pressing her clit to my lips.  I suckled her while
fingerfucking her asshole.  I about lost my digit when
she came hard.

Still, she wasn't done.  She slid down and we fucked,
kissing madly.  The fucking was almost secondary to
the passion of the kiss.  I lost count of how many
times we told each other "I love you".  We tried about
a half dozen new positions for intercourse before I
came again.  Perra wasn't so stingy, cumming easily
now.  Even so, she greedily gripped my hair to
increase the pressure of her grind while I struggled
to suck my cum from her.  We were done only after she
came and I made sure she was perfectly clean.

The remainder of the month was more of the same.  I
didn't take nearly a month to form our sex habit. 
After Perra accepted the treatment, sex became a
regular part of our life almost instantly.  It was
never boring, because giving and receiving pleasure
has too many variables to become commonplace.  If
anything, it became more comfortable to try new and
different sex acts or positions.

Dr. Mendelson was extremely pleased with Perra's
long-delayed psychological improvement.  In fact, they
were able to finally discuss some of the root causes
of her feelings (or so I was told, because I was not
part of those private conversations).

But to me, the most telling was Perra's reaction to a
throbbing headache.  It happened five weeks after the
revelations at Dr. Mendelson's office, and we had had
sex every day since then.  Since she had a headache, I
suggested she take her migraine medicine and go to
bed.

"No," she told me.  "I'd rather make love to you with
a headache than not make love because of the
headache."

The old Perra would have made up the headache to avoid
sex.  The new Perra was someone I wanted to spend the
rest of my life with... making love.

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