After a long, gruelling day at the pharmaceutical company, James trudged through the front door, his weary eyes scanning the room for a glimpse of comfort. The fluorescent lights of the office still lingered in his vision, a harsh reminder of the tedious meetings and endless paperwork that had drained his energy. As he dropped his bag onto the worn couch, he felt the weight of his exhaustion, his muscles aching from the hours of sitting. But it wasn’t just physical fatigue that bothered him – it was the deeper craving for intimacy, the longing for a gentle touch and a loving caress. Lately, getting a blow job from his wife seemed like an insurmountable ask, a distant memory of a time when passion and desire had flowed freely.

Even initiating sex had become a struggle, often met with rejection or indifference, leaving James feeling like a stranger in his own marriage. The spark that once burned bright had fizzled out, leaving behind a dull, hollow feeling that gnawed at his insides. It was as if the connection they once shared had been reduced to a faint, flickering flame, threatening to extinguish at any moment. That was until the day his colleagues at the pharmaceutical company he worked for slipped him a packet of mysterious pills, claiming they would revolutionize his love life. The packet, emblazoned with a cryptic logo and a warning label that read ‘For Research Purposes Only’, seemed like a desperate solution to a desperate problem. But James was willing to try anything to reignite the passion in his marriage, even if it meant taking a risk on the unknown

Derek leaned in, a sly grin spreading across his face. “The boys in the lab have been working on this little gem,” he said, producing a small baggie from his pocket. “It’ll make her soaked, trust me. I’ve seen it in action. My wife was insatiable after taking it - we went at it for three nights straight. I had to stop giving them to her, to be honest, I couldn’t keep up.”

James’ eyes widened as he stared at the little baggie, his mind racing with the possibilities. The prospect of reigniting the flame in his marriage was tantalizing, and he felt a surge of arousal ignite within him. God, his cock stirred, straining against his trousers. Memories of his wife’s youthful beauty flooded his mind - her pert tits, lovely ass, and those captivating eyes. But then, menopause had struck, and their sex life had gone downhill from there. James had started to let himself go, his stomach expanding, and his desire for intimacy dwindling. Worse still, his wife had lost all interest in sex, never initiating it, not even a gentle kiss. If he tried to grope her breasts, she’d swat his hand away, leaving him feeling rejected and frustrated. It became almost too much to even ask since he knew the answer. She had become a master of deferral and denial. The thought of rekindling their passion was almost too enticing to resist.

“What’s the other one for?” James asked, his curiosity piqued as he nodded towards a second packet nestled beside the first in the baggie.

Derek’s grin grew wider. “Well, I broached this issue with the boys, and they came up with this,” he said, holding up the second packet. “It’ll help improve your stamina and endurance. Let’s just say you’ll be ready to go the distance, and then some.” Derek winked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You’ll be the one calling the shots, not the other way around.”

James felt a surge of excitement at the promise of these mysterious pills. Could they really be the solution to his marital woes? He couldn’t wait to find out.

“It’s not going to give me a four-hour erection, is it?” James asked, a hint of concern etched on his face.

Derek let out a hearty laugh. “No, we’ve got other solutions for that, my friend.”

James furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing in consideration. “Stamina and endurance, huh?”

Derek nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, you’ll be ready to go the distance, and then some.”

James fell silent, lost in thought. Derek studied him, sensing his friend’s mind was elsewhere.

“Something on your mind, buddy?” Derek probed, his voice laced with curiosity.

James patted his growing belly, a sheepish expression on his face. “I was thinking of taking up jogging, trying to lose this gut. If these pills can help with my stamina, that would be a bonus.”

Derek’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, nice,” he said, clearly impressed. “I hadn’t thought of that angle.”

James inclined his head, a sly smile spreading across his face. “That’s why I’m in sales, my friend.”

With a nod, James inclined his head and bid Derek farewell, finishing up their meeting for the day. As he headed home, he couldn’t help but feel a spring in his step. When he arrived, he noticed his daughter’s car parked outside, and a wicked idea began to take shape in his mind. James swallowed the endurance pill dry, feeling a thrill of anticipation. He then headed inside, where his wife was busy tending to the garden, her lovely shape bent over amidst the flowers. God, she still had a great ass, despite her insecurities about her body - the sagging breasts and growing belly. But James had never been bothered by those things; to him, they were a natural part of growing old together. He smiled, reminiscing about the good times they’d shared, and hoping that this pill might just be the solution to their recent dry spell. The thought of her mouth wrapped around his cock, her talented tongue dancing around his bell end the way she used to, made him tremble with excitement.

‘God,’ he almost whispered, his eyes glazing over at the memory of his wife’s skilled mouth wrapped around his cock. He could almost feel the gentle tug of her lips, the soft whispers of her tongue as she worked her magic. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he took a deep breath to compose himself.

Shaking off the reverie, James busied himself in the kitchen, the soft clinking of glasses and the gentle gurgle of wine filling the air. He carefully poured three glasses, the rich, crimson liquid swirling around the curves of the glass. With a subtle flourish, he added a pill to each, the tiny tablets dissolving instantly into the wine. The kitchen was warm and inviting, filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies and the soft hum of the refrigerator. James felt a sense of contentment wash over him, the stress of the day melting away as he anticipated the evening ahead.

As he entered the living room, his daughter looked up from her laptop, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the fading light of day. “Hi, Dad,” she said, her voice husky from hours of typing.

“Hi, babe,” James replied, holding out a glass of wine. “Drink?”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he settled into the plush armchair beside her.

She sighed, “Sure, thanks. You alright, you’ve been a bit down lately.”

Her brow furrowed in concern, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of distress.

James shrugged, his shoulders relaxing into the soft cushions.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking of taking up jogging lately, want to lose the gut.” He chuckled, his belly jiggling with the movement. “Getting old, you know?”

His daughter grinned, raising her glass in a silent toast. James watched, intrigued, as she took a healthy sip, her eyes fluttering closed in appreciation of the rich, fruity flavor.

He glanced at Emily, engrossed in her laptop, and returned to the garden, stealthily unzipping his pants. His long, thick cock emerged, and he began stroking it, his hand gliding up and down its length. A shiver ran through him, his excitement reaching a fever pitch.

Moving with the precision of a seasoned spy, he approached his wife, making no sound as he stood behind her, his arousal exposed. She was bent over the bushes, completely unaware of his presence. He could vividly picture holding her hips, positioning himself behind her, and driving into her with unbridled force. The thought of his cock sliding in and out of her exquisite pussy, his hands gripping her hair, pulling her head back, and their lips meeting in a passionate kiss as he pounded her, filled him with a deep, primal desire. God, he loved her, and the memory of her being a great fuck on their wedding night only intensified his longing.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, his hand continued to pump his cock, his breaths growing shallow. The image of her, vulnerable and receptive, fueled his desire, and he knew he couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.

Pre-cum began to trickle from the tip of his cock, and he trembled with excitement. Carefully, he reached down and collected some of the translucent fluid, swirling it around in her glass with a subtle, almost imperceptible motion. His heart raced as he stepped back and, with a practiced motion, put his cock back into his trousers, concealing his arousal. He returned to his original position and announced his presence.

Susan looked up, shading her eyes from the sun’s glare. Her smile was warm but not as radiant as it once was, not even five years ago. “Hun, I thought you might like a glass of wine?” she said, her voice gentle.

He returned her smile, trying to hide his eagerness. “Where’s yours?” she asked, noticing his empty hand.

“I already had mine. Had a glass with Em. I see you’re here working up a sweat,” he replied, maintaining a casual tone.

She nodded, taking a sip from her glass, unaware of the pre-cum and pill now swirling within. As they sipped their wine, the sun’s rays casting long shadows across the garden, the tension between them simmered beneath the surface. She finished her drink and wiped her mouth, and he reached over, taking the glass from her hand. He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

“Thank you, James,” she replied, turning back to the task at hand. He inclined his head and then headed back, his curiosity piqued. The drug he had administered was already showing its effects on Emily, as evidenced by the soft moan he heard emanating from the living room. He had requested a strong dosage from Derek, hoping it would make Emily’s pussy wet and receptive.

He went to the sofa, to see Emily sat there, her shorts tight against her camel toe, he could see the enticing line of her vulva, noticing she was rubbing it, her breathing raggy.

“Em, you okay?”

She blinked and looked up, nodding, still idly rubbing, James smiled, he walked over and closed her laptop then pushed her legs apart, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Dad?”

James grabbed her hips and thrust her forward, staring at her damp shorts, god, she was a good looking woman, reminding him of her mother back in the day. He moved kissing down her leg, before getting to her wet pussy and swiping his tongue up the fabric of her shorts. She groaned as his mouth opened around her vulva, she gripped his hair.

“Oh daddy,” she moaned.

As her damp pink panties reached her ankles, he couldn’t help but admire her glistening, parted labia, their plump, rosy hue beckoning him. Her grin widened, sensing his appreciation for her arousal. His cock strained against his pants, but he knew she needed her release first. He ran his fingers along the soft, velvety skin of her labia, gently massaging the delicate folds. She groaned, lifting her rear up, eager for more.

His finger teased her opening, sliding up and down, before he met her gaze and pushed his digit deep inside her. She trembled at the intimate touch, her labia swelling and becoming even more sensitive under his skilled exploration. He pumped her for a moment, then slowly withdrew his finger, allowing the pad of his finger to circle her engorged clit with feather-light pressure.

She moaned, her voice filled with passion. “Is sex with Mom this good?”

“When I can get her in the right mood...” He paused, noticing her quizzical eyebrow as he continued to stimulate her. She sighed, her eyes half-lidded.

“I saw the look you gave me when I drank the wine. I figured you slipped something in it. I thought it was a sedative, so you could fuck her,” she said, her voice laced with curiosity.

James shrugged nonchalantly. “I had considered it, but I was more interested in seeing how this new compound would affect you.”

“You just wanted to fuck me, didn’t you?” she asked a hint of playfulness in her tone.

He nodded, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Yes, I did.”

“Good to know you lust after me,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

He chuckled a hint of amusement in his voice. “Darling, you remind me so much of your mother when she was young. Your beauty is just as captivating.”

“I thought her tits were bigger than mine?” she inquired, her gaze lingering on his hand as he reached up to cup one of her breasts.

“They were,” he confirmed, his fingers kneading her soft flesh. “But they defied gravity like you wouldn’t believe. Just like yours do now.”

He withdrew his finger, parting her labia with a gentle touch. A low groan escaped his lips as he pressed his tongue against her entrance, plunging it deep inside her, mimicking the rhythm of his earlier penetration. She moaned, her body arching in response to his expert ministrations.

With each thrust of his tongue, he explored the depths of her warmth, his lips and chin becoming slick with her arousal. Her fingers dug into the sheets as she writhed beneath him, her hips undulating in time with his movements. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the wetness of their desire, and the scent of their combined lust.

He circled her clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling closer to the edge. Her breaths became shallow, her moans growing louder as she approached the precipice of climax. Sensing her impending release, he increased the tempo of his tongue, his own arousal growing with each passing moment.

She cried out, her body convulsing as she reached her peak, her juices coating his face. He continued to lavish her with attention, prolonging her orgasm until she was left gasping for air, her body trembling in the aftermath.

He lowered her legs and stood up, hastily undoing his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. Shifting into position, he ran the tip of his cock through her slick folds, teasing her with each sensuous glide. With a long groan, he pushed in, feeling her tightness envelop him completely. “Christ, you’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice filled with both pleasure and awe.