Chapter 1

The Cure for a Sore Throat (bi)

My wife, Eleanor, complained like a child, that she was coming down with a sore throat.

I grabbed my crotch, “Come here. I’ve got something strong for you.” I guess I should have had more sympathy.

“Every time I have a sore throat you say that crude line and I’m fucking sick of it. If I try your ‘cure’ and it doesn’t work will you stop?”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying, “You try my cure and I’ll do whatever you want, baby.” My cock was out and waiting before she could say she wasn’t serious and wimped out. But she surprised me when she knelt and started sucking me off right there in the living room before we left for work. I took care to be gentle with her.

“You know, Elly, sperm is really good medicine. Life giving. They should package and sell it at the pharmacy.”

Stopping, she looked up, sexy as all with my virile hard-on in her hand, almost resting on her lower lip, “So? Next time you have a sore throat If I get you some you’ll take the cure too?”

“Yea, sure whatever.”

My little Eleanor resumed her slow perfunctory blowjob which should have been given with more urgency since we had to get going.

Now this is important: as a person is want to do every so often, for no reason at all, I coughed at one point.

She stopped again, and this time my cock head actually was resting on her lower lip as she spoke, “It sounds like you’re coming down with a cough too.”

With my dick back in her mouth I fought the urge to go deep, then I screamed and unloaded. I don’t get blowjobs often, but it couldn’t have been my imagination that this one wasn’t as lame. Somehow, it seemed less begrudging than usual.

Coughing herself, she rose to her feet to kiss me good bye before we went to work. I never enjoy kissing her after blowjobs, but to refuse would have negative consequences.

And then a bitter liquid seeped into my mouth during the kiss. At first it seemed like she was pushing a whole mouthful of spit into me until I figured out it was my spunk.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She played at innocence, “You were coming down with a sore throat and you said you would take the cure too.”

“You set me up. I’m not REALLY coming down with a sore throat.”

“So if you had a real sore throat I could give you the cure?”

Angry, I walked away, “Sure, whatever.”

That night I made the mistake that caused Eleanor to escalate the little war we had going. She was of course still coughing, so I cupped my package saying, “Come here. I’ve got some more medicine for you.” I think saying it twice in a day put it over the top.

She threw her hands up in the air, “Ugh. Andrew, you promised. Now you’re gonna get it!” She always called me Andrew rather than Andy when I was in real trouble.

Two days later we were on a Face Time call and I was coughing quite a bit for real. The next thing I knew her phone was focused so I could only see her cleavage. “Aw, did I give you my sore throat?”

“I think you did.” I wondered if I could get her to actually flash me. “You owe me.”

“So it’s real this time. Not like Monday when I gave you the cure.”

“That was a dirty trick.” But I could laugh about it now.

“What? You didn’t like the blowjob?” She seemed more mirthful.

“Oh no. I loved it. Better than ever. But…”

“So if I get you some cum when I get home, you’ll take the cure? Why, I could even do it every time you had a sore throat.” Was she changing her mind about blowjobs?

I thought about it some as she widened her blouse to expose more of her gorgeous boobs. My dick was actually stirring in my pants. The blowjob had been excellent and having my cum fed back to me was really a small price to pay. I probably get a sore throat maybe four times a year and that would be double my usual blowjob allotment.

I coughed intentionally, “Baby, I’m really sick. I think I need the cure.”

“I’m so sorry I got you sick. I still have it too. So I guess I owe you. In fact, when I get home I’ll bring us some chicken soup.” I was disappointed.

Fortunately, she had more to add, “Then I’m gonna have to take my temperature with a very special thermometer. And we’ll both take our medicine.” Compared to chicken soup, a BJ with a nasty catch sounded a lot better.

Nagging, she didn’t drop it, “Now, listen, if you don’t take your medicine we can never ever take our temperature ever again. Clear?!”

Her coded message was clear: if I didn’t eat my cum she would never suck my cock again. She obviously had her revenge all planned out.

“Clear as day, baby!”

“So you accept my terms?”

“I don’t suppose there’s any room for negotiation?” She hung up.

I beat her home and was relaxing on the couch when she walked in with containers of chicken soup from the deli. The fairer sex never looks better than when carrying food.

She set them on the end table then kneeled between my legs and pulled out my cock with more enthusiasm, or at least less complaint, than I’d ever seen before. Massaging it to life she said playfully, “What a big thermometer we have here. Are we going to take our medicine?”

I grumbled a little, “What if we just took YOURS?”

In saccharine tones she said, “The doctor says we’re both sick and we both have to take our temperature and we both have to have our medicine.” Then her voice became stern, “It’s ALL or NOTHING. Got it?”

She slurped my dick into her painted lips and bobbed up and down a few times. All I could do was moan in delight. Two blowjobs in two days would be worth the sloppy price. I sensed a chronic cough coming on.

Pulling off, there was a single sexy string of spit connecting my dickhead to her pink lips as she turned to look at the front door, “Doctor Johnny! It’s time for your house call.” I hadn’t noticed that the door was ajar.

Hurriedly, I tried to cover up as one of her coworkers strolled in. However, she stopped me by taking the head of my dick in her mouth and holding it threateningly with her teeth. I never knew she had such venom in her. Did I know her at all?

When I stopped struggling she warned, “Listen carefully, or you might never get another blowjob in your life.”

She continued as severely as before, “You can take your medicine one way or another.” She eyed Johnny’s quickly emerging cock while licking her lips seductively. She’d never looked at mine like that. But she also had zero interest in other men so I knew it was all a vindictive act. How far would she go to get back at me? I decided if I pushed it she would go too far. So that left…

“Yep. We can get our temperature taken at the same time. Or the doctor can take my temperature then I’ll give you your medicine.”

He was waving his long dong around, pointing it at her mouth, then mine, as if he didn’t really care who sucked it. How did she ever dream this up? Just who was she? Where was my dainty darling?

It took me a minute to wrap my mind around those two scenarios. One way I was gonna suck Johnny and she was gonna suck me. But the other way she was gonna suck Johnny and no one was gonna suck me.

The devilish smile on her face said it all. I knew her thinking process intimately: years of tiny annoying comments on my part would justify one large equalizing event. I was stuck. Drumming her fingers on my thigh she asked impatiently, “What’s the patient going to do?”

Defeated, I answered the only way that made sense, “I think we’re both sick and need our medicine.”

The doctor climbed up on his knees on the couch next to me. I could barely tear my eyes away from what had to be a seven inch thick beast.

Eleanor licked my dick from base to tip, which was a new move for her. In sweet tones she told me, “I’ll tell you what. If you’re a really good patient and you do a really good job of taking your medicine. Then I’ll do just as good.” There was no way the sweet tone in her voice expressed her real emotion. I was sure she had another dirty trick up her sleeve.

My eyes darted from her lips to my cock to his cock. If I was reading her right she was promising to actually do a good job but only out of anger. She’s never truly done a good job. Even her two best, both in the last two days, were only pretend. Never had she offered selflessly. She only gave them to trap me right where I was right now. Only this once had she ever licked up the side like the proverbial lollipop. Never had she swallowed. Never had she moaned. And was it really too much to hope that she might actually enjoy it?

Meanwhile, on days when I licked her pussy I would do it until she came. I would do it exactly as she directed me. I have done it for up to an hour: until my jaw hurt and my tongue was worn out. I never made unreasonable demands that she be freshly showered, trimmed, and plucked. I always licked it exactly how she wanted it no matter how difficult she was to please. I even kept licking when she shifted her hips and my tongue went past her taint.

She owed me a good blowjob. If I could get just one good blow I would know what she’s capable of. No longer would I excuse her lame BJs as inability. Then I could expect just a little bit of love.

And since I had to suck Johnny’s cock anyway, if I did a good job she would too. “So if I…”

She cut me off, “Andrew, there’s no ‘if’ about it. You play nice and I’ll play nice. Whatever you do I’ll do. No more, no less. It’s your choice.”

He was holding it out to me. Inching closer. So I asked, “Johnny, how do you want it, for it to be a good job? I could lick it like it was the best lolli in the world.”

He chuckled, “Nah, it aint no piece of candy on a stick. It’s a throbbing cock. And I’m an animal that wants to fuck you with it. I want you to choke and gag. Try to swallow it whole. Slobber all over it – the messier the better. Deprive yourself of the very air you need to live. Make my cock your whole life. And if you don’t know how to do that just open your mouth wide and I’ll take care of the rest.”

I caught her shocked eyes and sensed the anger draining from them only to be replaced by a hint of mixed happiness and trepidation. So I offered, “Eleanor, maybe there’s room for negotiation.”

If she had taken that offer we both could have avoided the violence that was to come. But by now her stubbornness was intractable, “It’s ALL or NOTHING, Andrew!”

Did she imagine I would ever accept nothing? Johnny crawled over me, putting one of his knees on either side of me and blocking my view of my tiny kneeling wife.

The doctor barked roughly, “Take your medicine!” He put his hands behind my head and unceromoniously stuffed his cock in me. He didn’t wait for me to lick or suck or cooperate in any way at all.

Now, a rough blowjob makes a very uniquely lust inducing noise. Truly, the discordant clamor of a cockhead slapping against a wet epiglottis makes a banging as distinctive as any clapper striking any bell.