A childhood trauma was still giving nightmares to my lovely wife. In the middle of the night she would get up like a jolt of lightening had struck and then perspire and stare at the blank walls. She would start mumbling and groaning. It was driving both of us nuts and I narrated this to a drinking buddy. He looked shocked and said that it was a coincidence that his wife too had seizures similar to this. They, like us, had tried every possible medication and prescription. Even psychoanalysis didn't help. But he told me that eventually she was able to overcome the irritating behavioral problem with help from a hypnosis practioner, an experienced old man who had many years of experience at this kind of a thing. He gave me the contact of the guy whose name was Dr. Slammer. My wife is a homemaker so without even asking her I took an appointment with Dr. Slammer. When I told her, she was really appreciative. On the appointed day, a bright sunny Sunday morning, we went to meet Dr. Slammer at his clinic which was also his home. He met us at the door, dressed in shorts and sandals, and escorted us to his counseling room. He was very tall and gaunt, very gentle and fatherly; grandfatherly I should say, with his grey frizzled crew cut hair and hunched back and long, rather skinny limbs. He made us comfortable and offered us some exotic tea which was indeed very calming. He paid some compliments to my wife and started asking some questions which could lead to him diagnosing the problem. Finally, he said he was ready to try hypnosis to see what deep emotions were troubling my wife. My wife was nervous and held my hand tightly but the gentle old black doctor patted her reassuringly. He asked me to sit by the side and not interrupt the proceedings as doing so could have dangerous psychological consequences on the patient. He then took out an old shiny silver medallion and started swinging it in front of my wife's eyes. "Relax, my dear, and concentrate on the coin," he said in a very soothing, comforting voice, the baritone voice was even making me sleepy. "Your eyelids are heavy with sleep... you are entering a dark, warm tunnel, there's a lovely fountain, the sound of which is so pure, so beautiful... you have no choice but to fall asleep... my dear, we all love you so much... all you want to right now is to fall in a deep sleep...yes, darling, my love... you are on your way to a deep sleep... go on... hmm... sleep, dear sleep... yes, there you are. Now I am going to ask you a question and you must respond as best you can. Are you asleep?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes," I heard my wife's heavy sleep-laden voice. "Okay, now I will count to three and you will slump in your seat comfortably and will not remember anything that happens before I snap my fingers three times. Once I snap my fingers you will wake up and will not remember anything at all. Is that clear?" "Yes." "One. Two. Three." I had heard how hypnosis worked but I was still surprised when my wife actually slumped exactly the way she does when she falls asleep. "Can you hear me?" "Yes." "Now I will ask you some questions. You must answer all my questions honestly. What is my name?" "Dr. Dick Slammer." Dick, how she knew his first name, I wondered as even I didn't know this...but then my eyes rested on a name plate on his desk saying Dick Slammer. "Why are you here?" "Mmm, I don't know. I often get restless at nights and gets fits." "What kind of fits?" "Hmmm, like, like a yearning for something." "What do you yearn for?" "I don't know..." "Is it something that you desire? Like some material tangible thing?" "No. I am very content with all the things my husband provides for me." My chest swelled with pride. "What do you yearn for, then?" "I don't know. It's like a dull ache in my body. Like I am incomplete." "Is it some sexual desire?" Dr Slammer shifted in his chair. "I don't know. Maybe it is." "Are you happy with your sex life?" "Yes. I wish it was more than just once a month though. But I know my husband works hard and may not be in the mood all the time." "Do you want to have sex with him more than once a month? Have you told him?" "No way. If I told him I want sex everyday, maybe even few times a day, he would think I am a whore." "So you want to have sex everyday and prefer more than once a day?" "Oh yes. Please. I want sex all the time. I desire so strongly to stuff myself with something all the time, especially when I am all alone in the day." "So do you stuff yourself with things when you are alone?" "Hmmm, I... I..." "I asked you to be honest with every answer. Please answer me. Do you stuff yourself with things when you are alone?" "Err..hmmm, yes, I do." "What exactly do you stuff yourself with?" "I have tried different things. Like pens, paper knives, the handle of my husband's golf clubs, cucumbers, bananas, egg plants, beer bottles... oh... everything... that... ah... makes me feel good." "Why does stuffing yourself with these things make you feel good?" "When I do not have anything in my...eh...pussy...I feel empty. The walls of my pussy feel itchy, like they want something to rub against them, scratch them, caress them... oh... my... god..." "Are you feeling okay right now?" "Yes... no... no... I am feeling the same as I feel in the middle of the nights... empty. I feel like I need to fill me up...with something hot and thick and very long... argh... argh..." I was getting a bit overwhelmed as I noticed my hypnotized wife's fingers slowly inching towards her pussy. Oh sweet Jesus! "Tell me, have you ever thought of having sex with someone besides your husband?" "No..." I was relieved till she added in a low, pitched whisper, "yes... yes..." "Why?" "Because I do not like to stuff myself with dead objects. I want a live real penis... I mean cock inside me, scratching the itch in my burning pussy." "Have you had sex with someone besides your husband?" Dr. Slammer looked uncomfortable, like he had trouble sitting still, and he looked at me with some amused emotion. "Not willingly. With my husband's father. But I didn't want it. He stayed with us for one month and one day, when my husband had to go out of town for business, we drank till we were senseless. I actually don't remember him fucking me, but the next day when I woke up, I found him sleeping naked in my marital bed and I found that my pussy was full of something creamy, which, when I tasted, I realized was sperm. He must have fucked me when I was blacked out. But I pretended I was still asleep when he woke up, cursed himself and quickly disappeared from my room. We both pretended like it didn't happen. But my restlessness disappeared for a couple of weeks." "So you fucked your husband's father only once?" "Err, actually no. I coaxed him to get drunk in the afternoons when my husband was at work, and almost everyday, I pretended to pass out. Most of the times I wore short dresses and no underwear. I passed out exposing my pussy or ass or tits and he almost always fucked me raw with his humongous uncut cock. Once he called the dirty black man who works as janitor in our building where we lived that time and made him fuck me, he thought I had passed out and didn't know anything...but I knew it because the dirty black janitor smeared his smelly cock on my lips and fucked my mouth a little bit before fucking me with his horsecock. Oh...how much he came inside my horny pussy... oh... I wish he was here right now...my pussy is on fire." "Okay. So it was just your father-in-law and the black janitor who fucked you besides your husband?" "Well, there was this time when my husband invited his gym buddies for a barbeque at out current home. We were all drunk and by 10pm my husband had passed out. I saw his friends Aditya and Jesse pissing in the backyard. Although I was very pissed at such silly behavior I couldn't take their long hard cocks out of my mind. "Anyway, I knew they were drunk so I quickly lied down in the grass behind them pretending to have passed out and sure, I must have looked convincing because the next I knew, they both took turns fucking my brains out...Jesse's uncut cock was really smelly like he had not had a shower for three days and he is in the construction business and after a hard day at work he had come to the party straight from work... oh Dr. Slammer was he funky? But I loved the way he smeared his cock cheese at my mouth and pushed it inside with his smelly rock hard cock, his uncut skin sliding over my lips. "Aditya's black cock was also funky, like he had just fucked his sister's big ass... but between both of them, they left enough potent sperms inside my pussy to make about a million babies. Luckily I took the morning after pill the next day otherwise surely I would have pair of twins - black and white - by now. Oh dear... what a thought it is? How horny is it making me to think of some strange smelly cock leaving its smelly potent cum inside my fertile pussy... oh god... my pussy is hungry... oh Dr. Dick Slammer...you are my doctor isn't it? Do something. Give some hot black salami food to my hungry pussy." "Err, I am sorry that is not very professional, my dear," Dr Slammer was stammering, his forehead was shiny with perspiration and his shorts were uncomfortably tented with a huge hard-on. He was trying hard to hide it from me. "Dr Dick Slammer... oh what a name... slam your dick in my hot, burning pussy doctor... don't be nice to me like my husband... he is too soft... I want it hard... from a real man who can reach the depths of my lusty pussy... come on doctor light my fire... the moment I entered I saw the outline of your black cock... it looked like it would do the job brilliantly... oh fuck... Dr Slammer... slam me... with your big black cock... do it now... before my husband comes in... I promise I will make him suck your cum out of my steaming creampied pussy like I made him do before... he never found out when he sucked his own father's seed from my pussy... or even the black janitor's... Aditya, Jesse, Ronald, Jason, Leroy, Manoj, Santosh... oh fuck, what a nasty woman am I, to have fucked all his buddies and to have made him suck their baby-making sperm straight from my hot over." My wife was delirious. It was exactly like the fits she got in the middle of the night and I was terrified...and excited beyond any porn. Dr. Slammer was rubbing the large lump in his shorts. Finally, he grunted and unbuckled his shorts and let them drop to the floor. His skimpy white underwear was bursting to contain the monster confined inside. He pulled his cock out but the force was such that combined with the force and because of the shorts lying at his ankles, he fell down. I rushed to grab him but ended up hitting the chair. In the tangle both of us fell on each other, his massive, heavy black hairy balls landing on my face. The musky and sweaty manly smell was so strong that I felt a bit weak in the knees. We lay there for a few minutes as his cock hardened some more and dripped some pre-cum sauce on my forehead. Then, smiling, he got up and in doing so his long and fat cock rubbed more pre- cum sauce on my face. Its uncut tip kissed my lips and left a sticky slimy train in its wake. My wife was still writhing. In her induced state of sleep, she had ripped her own panty apart and was brazenly fingering her pussy like a slut. She was uttering obscenities at Dr. Slammer and calling him to fuck her burning pussy brainlessly. Dr Slammer, finally, obliged. He didn't waste time in rubbing his purple cock head along the pussy slit. He didn't waste time in fucking her mouth (or my mouth). But he went straight for the bull's eye - her puckering, winking, inviting sloshing pussy. She calmed down just as the 10-inches of Dr. Slammer's fat black meat hit base. She purred like a content kitten and started milking Dr. Slammer's fat cock with her pussy lips and muscles. Both of them were so overworked that the fucking didn't last long. In five nasty minutes of brutal, no-nonsense pure animalistic fucking, Dr Slammer defied his age of 70 and showed he was more virile than a breeding stud. He fucked her with the energy of an 18-year-old. And then he came. He came buckets... thick, smelly, lumpy, yellowish cum of an old black geezer like him... he collapsed on top of his patient for a while and then pulled out. A sticky slimy flood started dripping out of my wife's beaten, red, swollen, and puffed up pussy. "You better suck it clean otherwise she will know she was fucked by me after the session is over," Dr Slammer said in a professional voice, at the same time rubbing the knobbly ugly black deflating cock on my face. I gave a few sucks to his cow's teat like cock and then got to work at sucking his fresh sperm from my wife's still steaming pussy. Once she was dry, I rearranged her clothes and hair as best as I could. Dr. Slammer then snapped his fingers thrice. Tch. Tch. Tch. And lo and behold, my slutty wife was transformed into a shy demure faithful wife polishing her wedding band with her skirt's fabric. "Thanks doctor," I said, "What would be the follow up now?" "Well, I would recommend we continue the therapy and you better observe her behavior at nights. If the fits recur, call me and I shall arrange for a house call," he said and winked at me before adding, "But I sincerely hope you don't mind if I bring a friend or two because they are learning the tricks of the trade from me." My mouth went dry when I said, smilingly, "Sure, no problem Doctor." Just when my wife shyly said, "Thank you Dr. Slammer," and turned around to leave, I noticed that Dr Slammer had forgotten to wear his shorts, they were still laying at his feet, his long black cock still dripping the remnants of sperm from its wrinkled tip. My eyes rolled heavenwards and the Doctor grinned ear to ear realizing our folly. But I don't think my cock-crazed and cum-hungry wife noticed anything at all. I left hoping she would get a fit soon.