Aphrodisiac

APHRODISIAC

Cindy had been married since she was 25, and now that she was 40, life seemed like a heavy weight dragging her down. With two stepchildren, she didn’t feel very motherly, but felt she had done a decent job raising them. Her husband, Ron was at the office long hours every day. Her stepson, Martin, was still in high school and the girl, Mary, away in college. This left Cindy home alone most of the time. Nothing was exciting to her. Out to dinner, movies, vacations, sex, concerts, visiting family and friends, all seemed to be like watching old TV re-runs. It was comfortable, but she was just going through the motions. Nothing was exciting. No one could see her depression or her lack of enthusiasm. Her behavior was an act. But lately, her daily performances were growing stale and frustrations were building.

Cindy looked at herself in the mirror. She disrobed and studied her body. Her massive double F breasts were now sagging and flattened. At one time, men couldn’t wait to get a look at her body. Her nipples were still long and full, but she was sad at the overall look. They hung down by the pure weight, looking flat and unattractive. Her waistline wasn’t bad, but she was getting fat. Unfortunately, most of the added pounds seemed to go to her sagging, colossal breasts. Her ass needed exercise but wasn’t bad compared to the rest of her body. She once used the gym daily, biked, and played tennis, but it had been over ten years since she had done anything. Putting her clothes on, she left her room even more depressed.

Cindy wondered what her life was to become as she sat alone in the kitchen. She read magazine articles and did Internet searches to find answers, but nothing made sense to her. She felt stuck in a giant rut that was her life. One idea that clicked with her was an adage about “a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step”. She decided to go back to ideas she had passed over and made a list of things to try. Her list consisted of (1) regular exercise (2) eating healthy foods (3) trying new things (4) supplements (5) taking chances. The list was her “first step” and she was determined to give it a try. The thought comforted her.

That week, Cindy called a tennis and fitness club and set up an appointment to see the facility. She went to the supermarket and bought foods that fit her new diet. She found a Starbucks and stopped for her first Starbucks coffee ever. This was all new to her. Cindy felt that it was a good day.

She began to fuel-up daily with vegetables and fruit. Cindy liked the way coffee made her feel and decided it would be her “supplement”. She never was a coffee drinker but had heard it was a stimulant and a “stimulant” was what she needed. These new, simple things felt like “taking a chance” to Cindy.

Cindy’s husband Ron was affectionate when he got home from work. This always meant he was interested in sex. Fortunately, to her surprise, she was interested too. Ron never gave her a chance to get into the mood. Foreplay was not his forte. At best, Ron would squeeze her ass in the kitchen then make a few lewd remarks. Not enough for what Cindy needed, but it was all she was going to get. When they got to the bed, he’d get right to it. Sometimes there wasn’t even kissing, just a frantic disrobing of whatever she wore. Tonight, he waited until she was in bra and panties before pushing her back on the bed and aggressively ripping her panties off. Ron threw off his clothes and climbed on board Cindy. He wanted to fuck. Cindy wanted to fuck, but she knew he’d only last a few minutes. This was the norm for Ron. Three minutes was a marathon for him and Cindy needed time to get fully aroused. As usual, Ron was fast and forceful with his penetration. Ron assumed that if he had an orgasm that it was good for Cindy too. But his orgasm wasn’t all Cindy craved. As she rolled over to go to sleep, she thought that the two-minute sex-sprint felt good in spite of her lack of fulfilment.

The next morning Cindy followed her new routine. She had her fruit filled breakfast and headed to the tennis club. She had to stop at Starbucks on the way to stay on plan. At her new tennis and fitness club, she signed a 12-month contract. The fitness center had free weights, machines, and an aerobic section with stationary bikes, treadmills, ellipticals, etc. As a new member she also got a free tennis lesson. It was apparent that she needed new equipment and dropped over four hundred bucks on a racquet, shoes, skirt/blouse combo, and a few accessories. “Another great start,” she thought. Already she could feel the difference.

On the way home she stopped at Starbucks again for a coffee. She wanted to try something new. Cindy ordered a double shot espresso. The barista said that a “double shot” was the norm and asked her if she’d like an extra shot. Cindy nodded. This gave her the kick she was looking for. She took a seat at a cafe table to people-watch as she sipped her coffee. Cindy focused on the handsome hipster barista and inserted him into a sexual fantasy. The daydream surprised her but felt good. Stopping again on the way home she purchased a coffee maker, coffee beans, and grinder.

At home, Cindy tried out her new coffee machine. It was her first time ever brewing coffee. “How did I get to be 40 and not make coffee?” She said to herself. Her first attempt was a very strong brew. It was the jolt she liked. It made her body surge with energy and ideas. Her juices flowed. When her husband returned from work, Cindy was happy to see him and told him about her day. Uncharacteristically, she was craving sexual attention. Her nipples had become long and stiff – her pussy was wet. Cindy suspected that this new lifestyle was not only keeping her from depression but was also fueling her erotic engine. But Ron, having been satisfied the night before, missed all her signals and fell asleep without a clue.

The next morning, Cindy studied her body in the mirror. Fixated on her massive sagging breasts, she wanted to be better. “Implants?” She wondered. But Cindy had heard horror stories of implants gone bad.

Cindy visited her doctor to get answers about implants. She was referred to a plastic surgeon who gave Cindy two options. One was for implants, But, he advised, due to size of her breasts, it would require a very large implant. He thought the weight and size would be too much for her. The other option was for “breast reduction”. Reduction would give her a good shape and lift the breast up, giving a much younger appearance. There were fewer complications since nothing artificial is added to the body. This sounded right to her.

Cindy discussed the idea with her husband. Generally, he seemed unresponsive, but when he looked at “before and after” pictures, he was very interested. After all, it was Cindy’s breasts that attracted him in the first place. The idea of Cindy with the tits of a 20-year-old had him convinced.

“Ok honey.” Ron said. “If that’s what you really want.”

Cindy quickly set up office visits and medical evaluations. Fast tracking the procedure, she soon had a perfect set of double D-cups. This was a considerable reduction. Due to the procedure, her breasts couldn’t have contact for a several weeks.

At home recovering, Cindy focused on nutrition and her new love, coffee. Workouts and tennis had to be suspended.

Following her morning routine of fruit and coffee, Cindy was sexually aroused daily. When Ron returned from work, Cindy suggested oral sex until the healing was completed. She found this to be more stimulating for herself than their standard, brief, copulation. Blowjobs gave her more control. Cindy took pride in the intensity of his orgasms. Each morning, Cindy would tease Ron with a brief cock-fondling, then promise a blowjob when he got home from work. Cindy loved the meaty feel of a hard cock in her mouth. Just the thought made her wet. The anticipation of sucking cock kept her in a very pleasurable, sex-inspired mood.

Weeks later, Cindy’s breasts had healed perfectly. They looked incredible. The heavy sagging weight was gone. Her areola and nipples were very sensitive again. Her DDs were full and round with no drooping. The doctor asked if he could take pictures of her breasts to go into a before and after brochure.

Each night Ron eagerly played with her tits as Cindy sucked his cock. Ron loved the way her new tits looked. But Ron was only absorbed in his own orgasm. Ron never reciprocated orally. Cindy loved her sensitive nipples to be stroked and fondled. But this was her only satisfaction now. Her husband no longer fucked her. He was content to cum in her mouth and go to sleep.

It was summer now and both stepchildren were normally home, but this year her stepdaughter, Mary, decided to attend summer school to pick up extra credits. Martin, her stepson, had taken off with his best friend William to a family owned cabin on a nearby lake where the boys liked to get away. Cindy was still home alone, but that wasn’t a problem for her. She was enjoying the freedom.

Following her morning coffee, Cindy could feel her arousal. Coffee ignited her sexual “pilot light”. “It felt good to be sexy,” She thought. “It’s about time.”

The workout and tennis routines were now in the sixth month and she could see the difference. She had lost several pounds and her body looked great. Cindy felt very sexy. Following her early morning coffee, she often decided to go braless. Going without her thong felt sexy too. Her tight-fitting workout cloths revealed her new body. Men at the Club began to refer to Cindy as CC. That was short for cleavage and cameltoe. Cindy thought it was for her name, Cindy Cousins.

One workout that Cindy found titillating was riding the stationary bicycle. There was something about the seat that pushed up against her clitoris that was very stimulating. If she adjusted the seat just right and pedaled at the perfect speed, it would bring her to climax. Each day she’d get on the bike. As the intensity of her orgasms increased, Cindy had to disguise her excitement. She learned to back-off strategically to avoid screaming and extend her bike-seat masturbation. As she walked away from the bicycle, her body was in heat. She was primed to fuck.

Whenever she was alone in the bike training room, Cindy would repeatedly lunge her pussy on the narrow neck of her bike-seat and conclude with an intense clitoral orgasm. Cindy did not know that the young employees of the Club loved watching her on the video monitor and even kept recordings of her best orgasms. These employees often shared the videos of Cindy’s bicycle masturbation with other Club members.