Freya and the Micro 1

Freya’s grip pulled rivulets into the sheet and wadded the mattress pad. She strained to maintain her balance while teetering on the edge of the bed. Freya's slim body arched her bottom upward to meet the thrusts and accommodate Danny’s muscular torso. For a few seconds Freya nearly whimpered in pain. She had no idea Danny had such ample equipment hidden in those loose fitting shorts. The young golf pro was not gentile as she would have preferred.

Sweat beads formed all over Freya’s body and her stare out of Danny’s small apartment window did not register the scene outside. She was so involved in the sensations from behind it could just as well been midnight.

The steady thump, thump, thump of the bed bumping the wall went unnoticed as Freya’s juices flowed freely down Danny’s loins.

Intercourse squirting for Freya developed quickly and might have resulted from her heightened pleasure. She also developed a sense of pending delivery of sexual compliments.

Danny went from breathing heavy, to a grunting moan, to a near howling sound. He had Freya completely impaled on his organ. He nearly lifted her with each stroke and his volume increased verbally and literally. His taught balls slammed into her clit with each full penetration. The explosive finality of Danny’s orgasm drove Freya forward and into a shivering climax. For a few seconds it made the hot August day seem cool.

Danny flopped over on the bed and was surprised at how quickly Freya recovered from the exercise.

“Same time, next week?” Freya’s half taunting smile was serious.

“Sure, my girlfriend is going down to the beach for three days,” Danny smiled. He wasn't going to admit being overwhelmed by the middle aged woman. Danny knew he could keep up as long as she didn't want another peak performance that day. He was a handsome virile man and this was his preferred exercise.

Freya was firmly in the cougar category at nearly twelve years older than Danny.

Yet Danny marveled at her physique. Freya had much harder muscles than his girl and was so much more responsive. He resolved to pace himself a little better next time.

The drive home gave Freya time to evaluate how she came to be such a complete slut. Less than a year ago she was a long married spinster and as disinterested in sex as any female in town. Freya marveled at how she had come so far and so many times, in such a short time. The previous year she would have considered such lewd behavior whorish and gauche. Now she was more than happy to be a slut and was determined to make up for years of sexual abstinence.

Her husband, her doctor and her friends had opened the sexual gate. Freya hesitated but, once she found the what was on the other side she became completely the opposite of everything she had been before.

Freya glanced over at her panties peeking out of her purse. She opted not to put them back on for the drive home. She wanted to check out her gift from the young pro on the return trip. Freya also decided to go straight to the shower to remove most of the evidence.

Her husband Ben might want to help her enjoy her new found hobby that evening. And Ben was not aware Freya was travelling outside the bounds of her normal routine.

*******

Rewind the clock about 11 months:

Dr. Carson and Ben were on the 17th green in the Fourth of July tournament. They were doomed to be losers out before the usual playoff round. Barring a hole-in-one on the 18th by both Doc Carson and Ben they would be observing with the rest of the galley. At least Doc’s golf cart was top of the field even if they weren’t. As they headed back to the clubhouse the Doctor turned to Ben and inquired, “So how’s the old home game these days?”

Ben pretended to not understand “Home game? What are you talking a-”

Before he could finish Doc interrupted, “Come on Ben everyone at the club knows the score at your place, Ben’s got a hole in none and the first nine isn’t even over. There are rumors about you and our girl Peg on the second floor and I wouldn’t blame you.”

Ben had hit the big 4-0 the previous summer and hugely successful in his chosen profession. Ben was a demand sort of guy except, in his own bedroom. He was a college athlete, not star category but, good enough to play. Ben was not good enough to go pro but, intelligent enough to know his best option was business management which, he accomplished in near record time.

Unfortunately, Ben’s main life-choice partner, Freya seemed to be a mistake and now he was in too deep. A divorce would be messy, children would suffer, the whole picture was depressing. He immersed himself in his work and pretended to be the perfect husband. 

Freya was also a college athlete who was smart, very quick and surely could have been pro material. She was well aware women’s sports paid poorly, compared to men’s. Still, Freya nearly went on the women's pro golf tour but, politics and personal finances kept it from becoming a reality. Perhaps this was the reason she opted for a career and a subsequent marriage to Ben. Freya decided she wanted children but, on her terms, for all the genetically best reasons.

Ben was caught in Freya's trap before he knew what hit him. They married in their hometown in front of the usual suspects. In a year the first little feet appeared followed a year later by the second set and that was it.

The last child was fourteen years ago, and Ben was now rudely confronted by his college friend Dr. Carson. Ben called him “Doc” even though Ben and Dr. Carson were roommates in college; Doc was two years ahead of Ben.

Doc had always focused on a career as a physician. Not just any physician, a physician who could break barriers and explore new fields. Dr. Carson invented several new medical devices that interfaced between man and machine. 

They came to be known as cyber-kinetic-responsive devices. They initiated physical responses from body parts that no longer functioned or in some cases parts that had been injured or impaired in some manner. This micro-circuitry on “steroids” never slept, could be re-programmed and powered up in nano-seconds.

The devices were very profitable for those who were in on the “ground floor”.

One of those individuals was Ben who, was very good at his profession.

There were many who could have done his job but, few who could have done it as well. Ben’s good fortune was in knowing Dr. Carson long before the devices were invented or marketed. Ben was often involved from concept to completion. 

“Ben, we have been working on a new area and you are married to just the type of person we need as a participating individual,” Doc Carson’s heavy eyebrows tilted in a rather serious yet, forceful gaze.

“Are you saying you want to use my wife as a guinea pig?” Ben was fearful that he was going to be put in the UN-enviable position of approaching Freya about one of Doc’s latest inventions.

“No, not in the sense you think. Before you close your mind, there is huge potential benefit for both the company, Freya and you personally,” Carson’s serious attitude left Ben a little uncomfortable and no less fearful.

“I hope you don't want me to propose to Freya (that) she become a subject of one of the company’s experiments. I don’t want to end up like Arlan Ackers!” 

It had been about five years since the “Ackers” incident. Few at the country club had forgotten the lesson Arlan learned one evening.

Seems Arlan, like everyone else, had heard rumors about Freya being sexually frigid. After a few drinks Arlan decided to find out for himself. And find out he did, losing his hairpiece in the process.

Freya was the women’s golf champion and the club’s tennis champ and she spent a couple hours a day at the gym working out. She prided herself in her physical abilities. Freya had a body like a cat, a tall cat. At 5’11 she could look most men in the eye and could tell who had hair pieces.

Arlan sauntered up to Freya on the infamous evening and placed a fat hand over one of Freya’s c-cup breasts and said, “I heard you don't like to fuck.”

What happened next wasn’t pretty unless, you like pugilistic sports. The gist of it was a left hook, a right cross and an extremely swift foot plowing into Arlan’s family farm. All of which, took place in just a couple seconds and it only took Arlan about three more seconds to start his version of the “pudgy, crumpled, funky chicken” hairpiece aside.

“Bastard,” Freya’s comment echoed as she stormed out of the bar.

Ben did not witness the event although he heard Freya's scream. He was in the men’s room and had to beg a ride home with Doc Carson. Freya forgot about Ben and left in their car.

Doc Carson smiled at Ben’s angst, “We have a plan. You won’t need to do anything except, co-sign the consent form along with your wife of course”.

“How are you going to get Freya to sign or submit to anything she doesn’t completely understand?” Ben’s question was answered by Doc’s amused look and a name.

“Gisela,” Doc’s quick response caught Ben by surprise.

“Deege?” Ben started to realize this was already in the planning stage.

Gisela was Dr. Carson’s wife, also a physician, a couple years older than Doc and a gynecologist. Gisela was known affectionately as Dr. G or “Deege” to her close friends. She was a frumpy yet, somehow very sexy woman and she worshiped Doc from the day they met. Doc and Deege made a near perfect couple. They were passionate about their work and each other for over twenty years. When they weren’t working they were fucking with reckless abandon.

Deege was a horny gal but, was loyal as a pup to Doc Carson. Sex was her strong suit even before college and it seemed natural for Deege to get into a line of work that complimented her interest.

Rumors were, they did a little swinging however, no one could really say for sure.

“Isn’t it a little unprofessional to discuss patients?” Ben quizzed.

Ben’s question didn’t ruffle Doc, “Deege and I discuss everything. You know she has an interest in my research.”

Deege was Freya’s gynecologist long before their first child and Freya scheduled regular check-ups every year. Deege was never a source of rumors. Apparently her concern for Freya’s condition bled over into pillow talk with Doc.

*******

“Freya, I’m your doctor and your friend and I think it is time we had a little chat about your condition,” Dr. G leaned back against the exam table and put her clip board down.

“Is there something wrong? What have you found? Is something going on?” Freya quickly became anxious and she looked at Dr. G with concern.

“There is nothing wrong, Dr. G continued, “My concern is in the fact that there is obviously nothing going on or in.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Freya became defensive.

“Freya, you may want to find another doctor after what I am about to say. That is your choice but, we have been friends and you have been my patient for many years. I hope you will hear me out and give consideration to what I am suggesting. No one knows your vagina better than I do. And it tells a story, a very sad one, indeed. Freya, you are a physical specimen as far as your health but, as far as sexual health you’re a desert, devoid of any activity. If I didn’t know your husband I would think he was impotent. However, I also know his physician, we have conferred and he says Ben is normal but, may be forced to masturbate more often than the average male his age. Freya you are not just depriving Ben, you are denying yourself life’s simple pleasures which, cannot be reclaimed when you are sitting in a nursing home.”

“Deege, I don’t like sex, it doesn’t do anything for me. I have tried masturbating and even that isn’t fun. Sex for me is all work with no reward. I have never had an orgasm and I can’t even be sure they exist. Why should I do something I really don’t like?” Freya came across like she was on trial.

“Ben,” Dr. G stared emphatically at Freya.

“I do lots of things for Ben, he doesn’t complain,” Freya became more defensive.

“Ben suffering in silence is not a good thing. I am not saying Ben has but, if he has not done so already, he will eventually find an outlet for his frustrations. Perhaps that is acceptable to you however, I would think not. I have a couple of questions for you to ponder. You do not have to answer now. And I have a suggestion you might want to consider. The suggestion would only apply if your answers permit,” Dr. G paused and picked up the clip board.

“Go ahead and ask, you’ve got my curiosity up,” Freya relaxed a little.

“Freya, if your sexual dysfunction could be corrected would it change your life for the better? If the answer to that is yes, how far would you be willing to go to effect that change? Dr. G again paused, “When you have those answers I would like you to get back to me.”