Not enough

In the weeks that followed, we were very good about taking our medicine. We averaged more like three times a week instead of two. And the next appointment with Dr. Nolan was even better than the last time, because I could truely enjoy every minute, instead of worrying about what my wife thought or being embarrassed. Dr. nolan and I fucked like bunnies, taking almost an hour to complete our little consult.

During our next medicinal session, Jenna had just sucked the living juice out of me, and I was lying on my back recovering, when she said, "Honey, I've been thinking."

"Oh? About what?" I asked, curious as to what she was thinking about while giving me a marvelous blow job.

"Well, I'm worried about you. Before we had this problem with my pain, we used to have sex two or three times a week. Now that things have changed, you still get a blow job twice a week, but you only get to fuck twice a month."

"Baby, I'm doing fine with our current frequency. I love you, Sweetie," I replied, not quite knowing where this was going.

"Well, Dr. Nolan is very busy, so we can't ask her to schedule more appointments. But, what if we got someone else to join us during the time inbetween, so you'd have someone to fuck more often? I know that my friend Rachel's husband has been so busy with his business that he doesn't have time or energy to make love to her. How about if I asked her to come over next Friday night and see what she thinks about it?" She gazed at me with pure concern on her face. She truely just wanted me to be satisfied.