Not So Adverse Reaction Ch. 02

Author's note. This and the previous chapter of the story provide an introduction to what I intend as a series. I hope you enjoy them!



"Hypersexuality is a clinical diagnosis used by mental healthcare researchers and providers to describe extremely frequent or suddenly increased sexual urges or sexual activity. The terms nymphomania and satyriasis were once used to describe the condition, in women and men respectively, but are no longer in general medical use, although the former is still used colloquially."

The text appeared crisp and uncomplicated on the screen in front of Elliott. It did nothing to warn the reader of the chaos following the storm...



His wife had left for the day while Elliott finished his breakfast. She'd kissed him hungrily -- that was a major change from the hurried peck on the cheek he'd been typically expected to provide as Betty prepared to leave for her day. He'd known she'd get something to eat on her way into her office, and have it while checking in with her employees. Then she'd go shopping -- he had the day and he had been ordered to view porn...

Elliott had set his coffee down onto his desk and booted up the old PC that he used to view porn; after logging in received yet another shock. Betty had found his porn stash, that folder he'd thought was secreted deep in his computer. His heart had lurched, icy fingers traced along his spine as he saw the text file in the folder -- the innocuous title "A note from your wife" caused his hands to tremble.

He'd opened it and the note had been thankfully short. It'd been the ending that gave him both a sense of relief and foreboding -- "...I know your secrets now. And if you want them safe, kept just between us you'll never say no to me. Right?"

"Right" he'd said softly to the screen. Then opened a folder to one of the -- more extreme -- pieces of his collection. Another note -- and with an almost icy clarity Elliott remembered his wife had stayed home the day before. And... yes, he recalled that once a long time ago he'd given her an account to that PC when her laptop was down. "Stupid!" he'd breathed as he read her other note.

His cock grew as he scanned it quickly. She'd written only that she certainly intended to try the things she saw in the video clips -- and that Elliott had better be damned ready to join her. He'd realized then that he'd been holding his breath -- he released it explosively... reached for his coffee and took a swallow.

"No wonder she had hot dreams" Elliott thought as he checked other folders. And yes Betty had left notes in several of them. Apparently there hadn't been anything she didn't like... which was both good and bad. Bad in that a fair amount of his collection involved male submissiveness... and there was that special folder on shemales that Betty found to be 'enlightening'.

Good in that the long years of no sex in their married lives appeared to have had come to a halt. There had been that cautionary voice in Escort Bayan the back of Elliot's head, the one that had whispered long droughts sometimes led to disastrous floods. But that small voice was one Elliot often ignored...

Elliott had sat back and drank some more of his coffee. That new medicine his wife had started taking. His cock no longer hard he'd got up and looked for it... found it. Brought it back to his home office and entered the name in a browser.

... pseudo corticoid... a steroid analog... nasal spray for quick action... reactions. As his wife had explained ...in a small segment of users increased libido... an extremely rare reaction included hypersexual behavior... link...

Elliott read the abstract -- the authors had theorized that for an exceedingly small population the active ingredient operated in a similar fashion to a benign tumor of the pituitary gland, creating an over-stimulation of the adrenal gland. That over-stimulation brought on the hypersexual aspect in the patient's behavior however the other symptoms of a tumor to the adrenal glands were not present.

It'd been while he read an article on hypersexuality that Elliott's phoned chimed announcing he'd received a text. Almost absently he'd brought the app up and glanced at the screen... then stared open mouthed. It was a picture -- he expanded it -- no, it couldn't be...

On top of a glass counter was a collection of toys, vibes and lubes. The text under the picture was "Almost done shopping. I want your cock