Colors of the Rainbow Ch. 5

Merry Xmas guys. I really, really tried to come up with a red/green story line for this chapter but it sucked. So you'll have to make do with this. Hope you like it and everyone has a happy holidays.

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If my wife had had any doubt before, it was wiped out after today. We drove home in silence, both of us lost once again in thoughts given the experience we’d just had.

“You fucked our Doctor,” she said. It wasn’t an accusation. It wasn’t a fearful or jealous statement. It was simply… dead. Emotionless. Cold.

“How do you feel about it?”

The question was met with more uncomfortable silence. I watched the road, dimly aware of the little things you normally watch as a driver. The stop sign that’s been hit and twisted sideways. The car with the blinker about to blindly cut you off. The little old lady tottering along on the sidewalk that looked like she might fall over into the road at any moment. I’d almost forgotten the question until Kelly softly said, “I’m fine with it.”

“You’re fine with it?” I asked in confusion. I’d been worried she’d blow up at me. Or divorce me. If I’m completely honest with myself, a part of me did dare to hope she’d think it was hot. What I hadn’t been prepared for was just bland acceptance.

She nodded, “It’s weird. Intellectually, I know I should be angry… or at least upset. But I also know it was insanely hot to watch and participate in. Something about you pulling at my emotions while I’m… affected… is such a turn on that I’m getting slightly horny just thinking about it right now. But mostly I’m just… empty… right now. It’s been like that every time after these incidents. The world just seems so bland after I come down from those highs.”

“Are you… depressed?” I asked, concerned. What she described sounded a lot like the signs of clinical depression I’d read about when my mother had struggled with the same thing.

“I don’t think so,” she said, “Not really. It’s more like, when I’m being affected by the swirlies, everything is just so amped up and amazing that the aftermath is kind of a let down. I’m not sad though. It’s just… it takes me a bit to adjust.”

I nodded, not really understanding but at least having a little more insight. I’d noticed that the 24-48 hours after each of the incidents she’d been distant and aloof. This might explain why.

“The other thing though is that I’m acutely aware of how it’s rewriting my brain. Changing my perceptions. Even altering my memories.”

“What do you mean?”

“In high school, I was convinced that my boyfriend was cheating on me with some slut cheerleader. I hated it. I KNOW I hated it. But somehow that memory is all twisted and changed now. Now, thinking about it, I swear I remember being turned on by it and that what I was really mad at was that it turned me on that he was a cheating bastard.”

“You weren’t?”

She shot me a look and spat, “No… no I definitely wasn’t. I have private diary entries that would prove that. But the memory is… different now. Same with every time I’ve been mad with you… Remember how pissed I was before the wedding because you insisted on that fucking moronic band?”

I’d really wanted a couple of college buddies to play at our wedding. They hadn’t been the greatest but it had been fun and personal and it was the only thing I asked for about the wedding. Kelly hadn’t liked them at all, however. I nodded quietly, really not wanting to relitigate a decade old fight.

“When I think about it now, all I can think about is how great it would have been if you’d slammed me against a wall and fucked me when I screamed at you… I’m pretty sure I wasn’t thinking that at the time,” she said with a wry smile.

“But you can remember how you really were?”

“Sort of… it’s almost like two sets of memories. And honestly, if I didn’t have you and the doctor explaining what was happening, I’m not sure I would be able to tell. What it feels like is like I’m having new insights into old behavior. Like I’ve suddenly had some incredibly introspective moments where I’ve realized something about myself.” She waved her hand in the air, “And all that’s disturbing and has me worried. But it’s not the thing I’m ACTUALLY worried about. What I’m ACTUALLY worried about is much worse…,” her voice grew quiet with fear on par with the worry she’d exhibited thirty minutes ago.

“What, hun. Tell me. We’ll figure it out.”

“What happens if I see one of the colors when you’re not around?”

“Oh,” I said, the light bulb going off in my own head.

“Or at a party or something?” she said, “I couldn’t control myself with the green and the yellow. I needed to involve the Doctor in everything. What if I start angrily throwing plates at waiters before angrily jumping their bones and gangbanging a whole restaurant staff.”

I’ll admit, the mental image was about 70% humorous and 30% titillating. It was a funny thought and my smile betrayed that. Kelly punched my shoulder gently, “Shut up,” she said.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I know what you were thinking, you horn dog. You’d love to see me get gang fucked like that.”

It wasn’t entirely true. We’d fantasized about it before. But it wasn’t really something on my real life bucket list. It was something that was kind of sexy to think about.

“Here’s what I think. Every time it’s happened, there’s been a window of about 30 seconds where you were still pretty much clear headed. Where you noticed the swirling colors and said something to me.”

She nodded, “I noticed that too,” she said.

“So if you see the swirlies, you’ve got time to get to your car or something. Or just get me to a closet,” I said, giving her a smile.

“It’s still worrying,” she said.

“Well maybe we need to try to see how much you can resist it, right? Run a little experiment?”

She looked at me with wide eyes, “Resist it? But wouldn’t that… just make it last longer? Can you imagine me angry or sad… or jealous… or scared for what… days on end?”

My hand drifted off the console between us and enveloped her small, soft fingers in, what I hoped, was a reassuring manner. “We don’t really know… maybe it’ll last until you cum. Maybe it’ll wear off slowly.”

“What if it becomes permanent?”

“I don’t think it will,” I said but, in truth, neither of us had any idea. “But let’s at least find out if you can resist for a few minutes. We know that a few minutes won’t matter much, right?”

She nodded in agreement and returned to her own private thoughts. After a few minutes, she quietly asked, “Which color should we try?”

“I’m not sure… which one made you feel the least… I dunno… out of control?”

She considered it for a moment, “Definitely not red. I was sooo angry Max. You have no idea. I guess blue… or yellow,” she said. “I felt like you were the one in control… you know.”

“Okay… let’s try with those and then, I think, we should definitely give red a try just to see exactly how much control you have over yourself.”

“If you’re sure,” she said quietly.

I flipped through my phone as I drove, glancing down briefly to navigate through the screens as I triggered the process to get to the blue icon that we knew would work. “You ready?”

She took a deep breath and nodded, looking at my phone as I pulled up the blue image. Her eyes went soft and unfocused for a second then she looked up at me, “God, Max. It hits so hard. Like a tidal wave I can’t resist,” she said. “I’m just too weak and pathetic to resist it. I’m sorry, Max.”

I squeezed her hand, “You are strong enough. You’re the strongest woman I know,” I said.

She shook her head, “No… no… I’m not strong enough to keep my man, let alone fight this. You deserve better than some weak willed whore,” she said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, “You’ve done great… and you’re certainly no whore.”

She sniffed, “That’s true… I don’t even earn money with my body,” she said, somehow turning ‘you’re not a whore’ into an insult.

“Kelly… listen to me,” I said. Her eyes snapped to mine. I knew the blue color made her very obedient. “You are strong and wonderful and confident. This is just the colors and the Doctor’s insane technology doing things. This isn’t you, okay?”

“It is though… that’s the thing. This is me, Max. It’s a part of me all the time. And I’m so pathetic that it turns me on. I’m so fucking wet right now,” she said softly.

I smiled, “Well… then that’s something you’re doing right,” I said.

She looked up at me and asked, “What do you mean?”

“I like it when my wife is uncontrollably aroused,” I said.

She gave me a weak smile and said, “You do?”

“Yup. Very much. I love it when you’re so aroused you can’t control yourself,” I said.

“But… but… doesn’t that make me… you know… a slut?”

“I kind of like girls who are slutty,” I said.

She looked at me and flushed bright red, “Sluts are pathetic,” she said.

“That’s true… very, very pathetic,” I said. She squirmed in her seat and said nothing. “Is this working, Kelly? Does me talking about the thing you’re focused on help you?”

“Kinda,” she said softly, her thighs rubbing together as she squirmed.

“So maybe I just need to talk about how pathetic a slut you are. And how you need your useless empty holes filled with cock…”

I looked at her and her eyes fluttered into the back of her head, “Yesssss,” she said, looking for all the world like she’d just had a small orgasm.

“Did you cum, babe?”

“No… sorry,” she whined.

“Does it have to be sex stuff? What if I just told you how bad a wife you were? Like that dinner you cooked last night… it was practically burnt.”

“Ohhhh,” she said, “I’m so sorry, Max.”

“How does that feel?”

“Kinda good… not quite the same but… I think… I think it helps,” she said, “Pitiful isn’t it?”

I nodded and said nothing, “You really disappoint me with your clothing too, babe. A better wife would dress to please me more,” I said, trying to come up with things to criticize about her. I really had to stretch because, in truth, Kelly was great. She’d burnt dinner the other night because she’d gotten distracted going down on me. And I loved the way she dressed… she always looks so classy and beautiful, but my arousal was getting the better of me and, in my head, I wished she’d dress sexier... sluttier.

“Really? I’m so sorry, Max… What should I wear?”

“Mini-skirts… tight shirts… you should show off that great body of yours,” I said.

“Okay,” she sniffed. “This is helping, Max. I’m still really, really horny. I’d let you pull over to the side of the road and rape my ass in the middle of the street… but… I don’t NEED it,” she said.

My eyes were probably wide in shock, her words conjuring an explicit image in my mind of her beautiful naked body splayed across the hood of our car while I slammed into her rough and harsh. “Geezus, Kelly,” I said.

She gave a tight lipped smile, “See… I’m a miserable mess, aren’t I?”

I tried to wrench my mind away from the disturbing, yet undeniably arousing, imagery. “Yeah… Uhhmm… yeah… And you should… I dunno… wake me up with a blowjob.. Yeah. That’s what good wives do!” I declared, I was joking and had a giant smile on my face but Kelly simply nodded in meek acceptance. “Hey… Hey… I was joking, Kelly. Okay?”

She sniffed. “No… it’s fine. You’re right… I should be more… sexual. It shouldn’t take some kind of psychotropic whammy for me to want to do… uhh… nice things for you. Tell me more things… this is helping,” she whined. She was still rocking back and forth but her fidgeting was much less pronounced.

“Uhh… I dunno… you could… wear your hair straight, I guess. And I wish you’d go biking with me more… oh… and play video games with me,” I said, trying to find things that had been minor sources of friction between us over the years.

“I’d be a better wife if I went biking with you?” she sniffed.

“What… no… I was just trying to…”

She groaned in frustration, “No… stop… don’t be nice. That’s not what helps. You have to… you have to pile on, Max. Be mean… I can take it.”

I glanced at her and took a long, deep breath. In for a penny. In for a pound. “Okay, yeah. A good and proper wife would like the things I like. She’d work hard to please me in every way. You don’t do that. You’re selfish and think of yourself. Sometimes you’re even kind of…,” I paused as we pulled into the driveway. There was a palpable tension between us with the only sound being the low hum of the car engine and the grinding of the garage door. I slid the car into the driveway and said, “You can be kind of a bitch.”

“Ohhhh,” she whispered and her whole body shook like she had a chill run down her spine.

“Did you… You know…?” I asked, awkwardly.

“Cum? No… but… it’s kind of like when you play with my nipples and don’t touch me anywhere else. You know? Like I’m completely on edge and feel like I could ALMOST cum but I know I can’t.”

I nodded and we got out of the car. “So if I told you that I hate how much of a smartass you are. That I wished you would just focus on being an empty headed slut who spreads her legs when I want and…”

“Oh my god!” she screamed and collapsed on the ground. She was shaking and twitching, having never been touched. “Yesssssss,” she hissed.

“God… are you okay?” I asked, worried she’d hit her head in her collapse. “What happened?I thought you couldn’t cum from this?”

She was gasping for air, nodding and laughing and crying all at once. “When you kept it non-sexual, I couldn’t. But the instant you talked about me spreading my legs… that was it. I was done,” she said. Her voice had returned to normal now, the sadness was past. I looked at my watch. She’d spent almost 30 minutes in that state

“How do you feel now? Is it gone?”

She nodded, “I think so… It’s different. Not the same as when I’ve… you know… cum from being fucked,” she said. “But yeah… I think I’m calming down.”

“Okay… so you do have to have an orgasm, huh?”

She nodded, “Seems like it. But unless someone really piles on with sexual stuff right away, I think I’ll be okay. We can experiment a little more… but not today. Today I want you to take me into the bedroom and do unspeakable things to me,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah?” I asked, “You sure you’re emotionally up to that?”

“Of course… you don’t want me to be all… sad do you? She asked with a faux pout of the lips. We laughed as I chased her into the bedroom and fulfilled her generous request.

The next morning, I had quite the erotic dream only to wake up to a luscious pair of lips eagerly slurping on my cock. I looked down and saw my wife’s perfectly straight brown hair cascading around my cock as her head languidly moved up and down while she deep throated my shaft. “Fuck, Kell,” I whispered.

Her head snapped up and my cock flopped out of her mouth and fell onto my belly with a ‘plop’. “Hey, baby,” she said.

“To what do I owe this honor? I asked.

“I got up early and decided to be the perfect little wifey for you,” she said. She sat up revealing a little white spandex mini-skirt and a tight, low-cut crop top t-shirt that looked like it had been cropped by hand.

“What? From all that stuff I said yesterday? I didn’t mean it, Kell…” I said.

She pursed her lips and said, “Didn’t you?”

“No, baby. It was just me thinking of things to say to you in the moment.”

She frowned and leaned down, kissing my cock and eliciting a twitch out of it, “I don’t think that’s true, lover.”

“Kell, I…,” I said.

“I think you want a horny…,” she gave my cock a little lick. “Slutty…,” she sucked on the tip slightly, “trampy wife. Be honest, Max. Isn’t this better than your normal wakeup routine?” She didn’t wait for an answer and instead plunged my cock down her throat again.

“Fuck it… yess…. So much better,” I hissed. I gripped back of her head, a gesture she usually despises. Before I could pull my hand away, she moaned around my shaft serving shivers down my spine. "Ssooo good," I whispered. A smile pulled at they corner of her lips and she redoubled her efforts. I simply closed my eyes and focused on the sensation as she took me deeper and deeper down her throat.  Before long, I felt myself stirring and whispered, "I'm cumming."

Kelly simply pumped my shaft twice more then sealed her perfect ruby lips around the flesh of my cock and sucked every last drop of cum out of me that she could. I gasped and thrust my hips wildly. Thoughts of her comfort… of her pleasure… frankly, even thoughts of her at all were gone, lost to the glorious overload of pure pleasure. She sucked my cock like it was the most important thing in the world, looking up into my eyes with a mischievous, happy twinkle. When she’d drained every last drop, she pulled up and slid off of me, leaving me utterly and completely speechless.

She walked into our walk-in closet, humming happily to herself as she rummaged through her clothes. I heard the slamming of drawers and the rustling of plastic as I lay there in bed trying to make sense of what had just happened. “Want to go shopping with me today, babe?” she asked cheerily. As if she hadn’t just sucked the cum straight out of my cock like it was life giving mana.

“Uhh… sure… what do you need?”

“A whole new wardrobe. Now that I know what my man wants me to wear, I need to make him happy, right?”

“Uhh… what?”

“What you told me yesterday, silly. How you’d rather me dress?”

“Kelly, I wasn’t serious…”

Her head poked out of the doorway and she had that same sneaky smile as when she’d been slurping at my cock, “Don’t be ridiculous. I know you well enough. You were deadly serious, baby…” she paused, looking at me. “And it’s fine… ever since you told me, I realized you’re right… I should be showing off this hot bod for you!”

Who was I to argue with that kind of iron-clad logic?