Colors of the Rainbow Ch. 4

Hope you enjoy this installment. Just a few more chapters of this one and then we'll have (finally) a completed story ;)... Also, based on what happens in this chapter, expect a "Visual Inspiration" tomorrow!

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The three of us sat there panting as we all recovered from the erotically charged moment. Kelly was still kneeling on the floor, tongue dangling out of her mouth as she looked up at me and gasped for air. I looked at the Doctor who had already straightened her skirt and fixed her blouse. She was teasing her hair back into place with her long, manicured fingernails as she watched us. If someone saw her at that moment, they’d have never guessed what had just happened.

“I think I need to do some research on this. Can we schedule another appointment for next week?”

I just nodded, still not really processing what had happened. Kelly and I got dressed in a daze, shuffling wordlessly out of the office and out to the car. I opened the door for Kelly who slid in and I walked around to my side. It was a bright, warm day and I stood there, staring up into the sky and trying to collect my thoughts. Frankly, it was an impossible task. You can’t collect that many racing, disparate thoughts. All you can do is try to center yourself enough that you can think straight. With one deep breath, I opened the door and slid into the soft leather seat.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Kelly blinked at me and then quietly said, “Of course. I mean… I’m not happy that you’ve been cheating on me…”

“What? I’m not cheating on you,” I said, my thoughts again racing through my mind.

“But you said you were.”

“Because you were turned on by it!” I said.

She smirked at me, “Really? You lied to me because it turned me on? That’s what you’re going with?”

I paused and looked at her, “Wait… do you really not understand?” She shook her head, a perplexed expression on her face. “That first day… the first time you saw the swirlies. It was a red alert on my phone. And you got angry. Then it was blue and it made you depressed. Today it was green…” I said, twirling my hand in the air.

“And I got jealous?” she said, her eyes widened as I nodded, “And not just jealous but turned on by being jealous… just like I was turned on by being mad and being depressed?”

“Seems like it,” I said.

“Well that’s super trippy,” she said. “It’s crazy the way the brain works.”

“You’re not upset?”

“A little… I mean… a lot really. I’m honestly kind of low key freaked out. But, in all honesty, it led to the four best orgasms of my life… so… that’s a pretty nice consolation… you know?”

I nodded, “Sure… I guess?”

“Oh c’mon… don’t tell me you didn’t love it every time.”

“I dunno, Kel. It was pretty weird for me. It was like fucking a different woman.”

She leaned into me, “A sexier woman?”

“Different,” I said, refusing to fall into the trap she was laying, even if I knew it was an inadvertent trap.

Her lip curled into a smile, “Uh-huh… I know what that means,” she said. I thought the conversation was over at that point and I turned on the car and headed home. We drove in silence for a bit, my own scattered thoughts running rampant again. She was right about one thing, the sex HAD been incredible. Seeing her THAT turned on was something absolutely amazing to behold. And hearing her admit that the orgasms had been her strongest ever was really hot.

“Which was your favorite?” she asked abruptly as we got close to the house.

“What? Which what?”

“Which… experience… which… you know… which color?”

“Which version of you?” I asked, trying very hard to make it clear to her that it was still her I lusted after.

She nodded and bit her lip. She looked so emotionally vulnerable in that moment that I would have just given her a big protective hug if I could have. My wife doesn’t have moments of vulnerability. Even when she was made to be jealous of an imaginary affair, she was still very much the aggressor. Seeing her like that really tugged at my heart strings. “The angry Kelly was actually a bit scary. It was hot but I was also kinda scared. And the jealous Kelly was so unlike you that I was too confused to fully enjoy it.”

“So the blue then? The depressed, pathetic Kelly?” she asked. I glanced over at her as we pulled into the driveway. There was no judgement in her voice. No daggers in her eyes. Just curiosity.

I shrugged, “Of the three, I guess so. It was still weird though.”

“Plus you got to fuck my ass,” she said with a wry smile.

I shrugged, turning the car off and getting out as I said, “Well… I’ll admit that didn’t hurt.”

“Mmmmm… no… no it didn’t,” she said.

“Did you like it? Which was your favorite?”

“It’s hard to tell… I’m not really sure how much is ‘real’ and how much is ‘fake’ emotions,” she said. She didn’t sound scared at the thought. She sounded clinical, almost detached. “But, if I had to pick one, I’d say today.”

“Really?”

She shrugged again, “First of all, the thought of you fucking Dr. Jenkins is really fucking hot. Like SUPER hot.”

“Seriously?” I asked incredulously.

She nodded, “Oh yeah, baby. Not that I ever want you to cheat on me or anything. But she’s hot. You’re hot. The fantasy of you fucking her is like a perfect little mini-porno running around in my head,” she said.

“I guess that makes sense. If I’m being really honest, sometimes I imagine you with another guy… never a specific one… That would bother me… but just a random dude.”

She bit her lip and nodded, “Yeah… same… so today when I pictured you and the Doctor it wasn’t really that big a reach for me.”

I nodded again, understanding a little more. I wasn’t particularly jealous and while I would never want my wife to cheat on me, it was more about the cheating and less about the “other guy fucking her”. She’d had an active, adventurous sex life before we were married. That didn’t bother me. “So it was all hot to you?”

She nodded shyly, “Yeah… as long as I watched it. I think it was the crazy color thing that got me turned on by the thought of you cheating. I’m pretty sure that’s something I would never have liked before.”

“And now?”

“Cheating? Like actually cheating?” she asked. Her tone was flat. Her poker face impeccable. I just nodded. “I don’t know. Please don’t. Intellectually, I don’t want you to cheat and go behind my back. But I can’t say I hate the idea the way I would have a few weeks ago.”

I nodded again and stepped forward, holding her in my arms, “I will never, ever cheat on you, baby. Never.”

“Thank you… but… uhmm… Max,” she said quietly.

“Yes, my love,” I said.

She bit her lip again and looked away, unable to meet my eye, “If you do decide you want someone else, just show me the green color and let me watch, okay?”

“Honey…” I started to protest.

“Best. Orgasm. Ever,” she said. I just nodded and resumed hugging her and holding her tight. No more words were necessary.

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We talked during the week about the strange colors, speculating about whether or not there might be others.

“You think Sea Green will let me breathe underwater?” she asked.

I nearly spat out my cereal laughing, “Sure… and Lilac will give you photosynthesis.” Sarcasm was heavily laced in my tone.

“That’s more of a Forest Green kind of affect.”

“I don’t think it works that way, babe,” I said.

“I know… but we don’t honestly know how it works, you know?”

I nodded and resumed eating my cereal. We’d managed to resist the urge to actually expose her to one of the colors again. Oh we’d talked about it… a lot. And we’d roleplayed it… pretty much every night. But actually doing it scared both of us. There was just too much we didn’t know. So when the next appointment with Dr. Jenkins rolled around we were every bit as nervous as the last time. Maybe more so.

“What if she sees another color that makes me go all super freaky again?”

“She couldn’t see more than last time?”

“What if she tries to seduce you by showing me green again?” she said gasping. “I mean, she’s seen that big, thick cock of yours,” my wife said in a teasing tone directly into my ear.

“Stop,” I said with a smile, not really meaning it.

“What? You don’t like me teasing you? You don’t like your sexy, slutty, practically mind controlled wife teasing you about sliding your big, thick cock between the good Doctor’s giant fucking monster tits?”

“They’re not that big… D… maybe Double D at most,” I said.

My wife leaned back in her chair and folded her arms with a huff, “You are just the worst!” she said with an exaggerated pout.

I laughed and she glared at me comically. “Fine… fine… yes… it turns me on to think about fucking the Doctor’s big tits… happy?” I said, grabbing her hand and guiding it to my cock.

She pulled it away and refolded her arms, “Nope… you ruined the game. Your loss!”

We both laughed at that and drove to the appointment. The exchange was a welcome respite of normalcy. It was nice to see the old Kelly back. For the last week she’d been second guessing every emotional reaction she had to any kind of event. I noticed she’d become colder and more staid. At times refusing to respond with ANY emotion. So seeing her joke and laugh in a relaxing way was really terrific.

When we arrived at the Doctor’s office, Dr. Jenkins ushered us right in. She sat us down in her office and began talking excitedly, “What we’ve learned is remarkable. We’ll need an MRI to confirm, of course, but if I’m right, this will completely change the way we think about brain chemistry and neurology.”

“Doctor,” I said, squeezing my wife’s hand, “Is it curable? Can we fix it?”

The doctor looked at the two of us and slowly spoke, “I don’t want to give you false hope. It’s a tricky question and I don’t honestly know the answer to that question.”

“What about reversing it? Just going back to the way it was?” My wife squeezed my hand this time. She really did not like that idea.

The Doctor shook her head, “I think that’s less likely. Given what I think has happened, I’d be concerned that the ‘swirlies’ as she calls them would set off emotional reactions all over the place going forward. Right now, it’s isolated to a few very specific wavelengths of light.”

“How many?”

“Six or seven, no more.”

I nodded. “So no Sea Green Aquagirl?” my wife said, trying to inject some levity.

“I’m afraid not,” came the clinical reply. The Doctor was all business. “But we can continue to run some tests and check things out. I’m not closing the door on finding a solution to the problem. Alright?” She stood up and walked to the door. Despite my best intentions, my eyes raked up and down her body. She really was an attractive woman. Large breasts. A very wide mouth that was somehow strangely sensual and a very narrow waist for such a top heavy girl.  “The first thing to do is to get a baseline MRI,” she said, refocusing my attention. “Then we’ll show her some example colors in a controlled environment and check the results.”

I looked at my wife and we squeezed each others’ hands. I’m not sure who was reassuring who, if I’m honest. “It’ll be fine,” she said softly. I guess she was reassuring me.

We left the room and my wife, having done this several times before, was already removing all the metal from her body. Earrings. Watch. Bracelet. All went into her purse. I don’t know about you but the whole “metal will be violently ripped from your body by this giant magnet” aspect of MRIs terrifies me. But maybe that’s just me. Regardless, by the time we got to the room, Kelly was ready to go. She looked almost eager. “Let’s do this, Doc,” she said with a smile as she lay back on the little table.

I walked back into the observation room with the Doctor who started the machine.

“Don’t you normally have a tech do this?”

She looked at me and smiled, “I do… but given the sensitivity of her condition and the possibility of a very… sexualized response. I thought it best to do it myself. Are you okay with that?” she asked.

I nodded, though my eyes drifted down her face and to her cleavage that was on full display as she leaned over the controls to the machine. She caught me looking and smiled, “Want me to show her green again?”

I laughed nervously, remembering what my wife had said several times this week. She’d basically given me the green light (no pun intended) to do just that. Regardless, I shook my head ‘no’. “I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I said.

She nodded, then whispered, “Sometimes bad ideas can be fun.”

I really didn’t know what to say to that. Was she flirting with me? Was I missing an opportunity? No. I wasn’t going to do that to Kelly. Not without have a long, long talk first. Everything about this situation was so weird, I wasn’t going to take advantage of it. I refused to be that guy.

She started the machine and I started to make small talk, curious about things. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why are her responses so sexualized? It’s like three different parts of the brain that get lit up, right?”

She nodded, “Here’s your wife’s brain,” she said, pointing to the image on the screen. “The brain is a little weird, we don’t process the visual information with the front of our brains like you might think. There’s an optic nerve the runs from your eyes, to the back of your brain,” she said, tracing a slightly s-curved line from where I imagined Kelly’s eyes would be to the back of her skull. “That optic nerve, runs through the frontal lobe… the area that processes emotions… and, relevant to your question, the hypothalamus which processes sexual responses and most of our hormones.”

I nodded, finally understanding the rough anatomy of what might be happening.

“So you think the optic nerve has been… damaged?”

“Not damaged, per se… altered. The artificial neurons we inserted work fine for almost everything. But when very, very specific wavelengths of light hit them, I think we’re going to see them light up like a christmas tree as they basically send their signal to every adjacent neuron. That will create a localized cascade reaction. Her mind sees that and the hypothalamus just goes crazy. Hence the sexual response. Her frontal lobe is what turns it into an emotion. That’s the part I don’t really understand. Why would red make her angry but blue make her depressed?”

“And green make her jealous?”

“Exactly,” she said. “So we’re going to show her a couple test colors. Colors that are close to the one I think I’ve figured out and then we’ll show her the real test. Hopefully we can figure something out.

I nodded.

“Ugh… guys… what’s going on?” my wife asked over the intercom.

“Nothing hun,” I said, “The Doctor was just showing me something.”

“Oh… okay,” she said. I really wished I could sit in the room with her for this but we’d decided it best if we kept her brain as neutral as possible during this test.

“Okay, Kelly. I’m going to show you some test colors to get a baseline. We shouldn’t expect any kind of response from these,” she said. She clicked off the microphone and turned to me, “So now I’m showing her various reds, blues and greens. Just to see how they map out in her brain,” she said. The image on the screen fluttered and various areas of her brain lit up. Mostly it was in that back part. The occipital lobe. But other parts as well. “The brain is complex and non-linear in how it interacts with stimuli. Everything looks pretty normal so far. Now… let’s see what happens when we do this?”

She pressed another button and two things happened one right after the other. First, Kelly’s brain absolutely lit up, just as predicted. The invisible line that the Doctor had drawn for me was practically crackling. Several regions of it went bright red as the activity spiked. Those blobs of red turned spiky and became increasingly localized with the area where the Doctor had indicated the Hypothalamus was being a giant blob of red while the frontal lobe was scattered and disjointed blotches of red all over it.

The other thing that happened was my wife’s distant voice whispering, “It’s the swirlies again, Max. Max… I’m scared,” she said.

“It’s okay, honey. Just relax.”

“Max, where’s the Doctor? Is she there?”

“Yes. Of course, honey. She’s right here with me,” I said, trying my best to sound reassuring.

“Are you… are… are you… doing things with her?”

“We’re just watching the screen, hun,” I said, giving an embarrassed blush.

“Max… It’s okay… I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. You can do whatever you want… with her… it’s okay.”

I looked at the Doctor and shot her daggers, “I said ‘no’ to the green again… this isn’t a game, Doc.”

The Doctor held up her hands in a genuine innocent gesture, “I didn’t. Honest. Greens were in the test scenarios but I just switched it to yellow. That’s the color we’re testing today.”

“So… fear?”

The Doctor nodded, pointing at the brain, “That’s what I think is happening. Her eyes are seeing the colors. That part has been fixed. But because of the… I wouldn’t say flaw… because of the way the artificial neurons are processing and transmitting the color, that signal is getting confused. Her occipital isn’t processing the color yellow but the rest of her brain gets the signal just fine. And her frontal lobe associated the color yellow with fear. So yellow signals come in. The occipital lobe says, ‘guys… I don’t know what to do with this,’ and the frontal lobe says, ‘oh… I got this… I know what to do.’”

“Guys… Max… please… you promised,” Kelly said, imploringly.

“Promised what, babe?”

“That you wouldn’t cheat on me without letting me watch. Don’t leave me, Max. I couldn’t stand it if you left me. You can fuck her… just… please don’t leave me… don’t exclude me, Max… Max?”

The Doctor’s eye arched and she held the button on the mic down so Kelly could hear us, “You two talked about me?”

I ran my fingers through my hair, “It might have come up. After last week and all… you can’t really be surprised.”

“It sounds like your talk was very explicit,” she said.

I simply nodded, unsure how to reply. She was definitely flirting with me now. She took her lab coat off revealing a spectacular expanse of cleavage on display. Her pink blouse was loose and unbuttoned one button more than would normally be considered professional. Had she planned this?

“Please don’t steal him from me, Doctor Jenkins,” my wife said imploringly. The fear in her voice was palpable.

“Oh I don’t know. He’s a great specimen. And that cock… well… I don’t have to tell you. I’d love to take him home and teach him all kinds of dirty things.”

“You can… It’s okay… you can… yes… do that. He’ll love it. Just don’t take him from me… please?”

“What are you doing?” I asked the Doctor.

She took her finger off the button and looked at me, “Right now she needs it. She needs the fear to get herself off. And I’m pretty sure she won’t come back down from this… mode… until she cums.”

“Seriously? So I need to go get her off then,” I said.

“What’s she doing honey,” Kelly’s terrified voice called out, “Is she showing you her tits?”

The doctor pressed the button again, “Excellent idea, Kelly. Once he sees my big tits he’ll definitely be mine, don’t you think?”

“NOooo,” she wailed though her voice was not simply fear now. There was obvious arousal mixed in. I glanced over and could see her hand buried into her shorts as she was obviously fingering herself.

The doctor looked at me and said, “I’m taking my shirt off, Kelly.” Her fingers unbuttoned the silky pink blouse, revealing a black lace bra underneath. “I wore a very special bra for Max today, Kelly. I knew after last week that he wanted me. After the way he stared at me last week. After he talked about how he’d love to fuck my nice tight pussy. I knew I could take him from you.” She looked up at me through her eyelashes though I barely noticed. All I could focus on were the massive, fleshy orbs barely constrained by the expensive lace bra she had revealed. It didn’t look comfortable. It didn’t look supportive. It wasn’t the kind of bra you wore unless you expected someone to see it.

“Ppp… ppp… please… doc… don’t… I’ll do anything, Doc… Please. Anything?”

“Mmmm… anything?” she asked, flashing me a seductive smile.

“What the hell game are you playing, Doc?” I asked.

As if to answer, her hands reached up and grabbed my cock. Now, I’ll admit, the whole situation was beyond arousing. Watching my wife thrash in obvious arousal, even if it was fear based, coupled with the beautiful, well endowed, vamp doctor had me rock hard. When her fingers traced my shaft through my slacks, my willpower evaporated, “Fuck that’s good.”

“Is… is she… is she touching you?” Kelly’s voice asked.

“Y… yessss,” I hissed. “It’s so good, Kelly… Kelly… I think I need this,” I said, looking at the Doctor who simply smiled up and nodded at me.

“Hear that Kelly. I’m going to fuck him and take all of his sperm into my nice tight cunt. It’ll be all mine. I’m taking it from you,” she said.

What I took as evil knife twisting simply caused my wife to thrash and moan in even higher levels of arousal. The Doctor toggled the mic off for a moment, “She needs to satisfy this emotion with a sexual release. It’s the only way this cycle breaks for her. She’s fixated on this fear and we need to give her that release. Stop worrying, Max. Has she complained about anything else you’ve done?”

“No… but I don’t like the idea of you trying to homewreck us,” I said through gritted teeth. Despite my claim to the contrary, my cock obviously had no problem with the idea.

She laughed and looked at me, “I’m not going to steal you from Kelly. You guys are way too cute to break up. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little bit of fun, right?”

She flicked the mic back on, “You do want to have some fun with me, right Max?”

I groaned, letting myself go a little bit.

“Hear that, Kelly? That’s the lustful groan of a man who needs to shoot his load into a big breasted slut. I wonder if there’s one around he could find.”

“You’re going to let him… let him shoot into you?”

“Oh yes… I want all of his warm cum seeping out of my nice tight little cunt. He’ll love it,” she said.

“Please… please…,” she begged.

“What are you begging for, Kel?” I asked.

“I… I don’t know anymore?”

“Tell you what, Kelly. If she gets my cum in her, she’ll be mine forever… you understand?”

“Yesssss,” she sobbed in anguished arousal.

“But if my wife sucked all of that cum out of her…” I said.

“Ohhh,” both girls said in surprise at once.

I continued, “Then MAYBE I’d be able to come back to you.”

“Yessss… yesss… I’ll do it… please… let me suck all of your yummy cum out of her nasty snatch!” she cried.

Doctor Jenkins looked up at me with a grin and whispered, “I’m not the only evil one, I guess.”

“Shut up,” I said and grabbed her arm, pulling her up before shoving her back onto an empty desk. Then, remembering my promise to Kelly I said, “Are you done with the scans?”

The doctor looked up at me, the thrill in her eyes clearly visible. She nodded and I slammed my palm on the microphone button, “Kelly, my love… please come here.”

She scrambled out of the MRI machine, wriggling back and forth before walking in. “You wanted to watch this, right?”

She nodded, not trusting herself with words.

“Please… You can fuck her, Max. I want you to… if that’s what you want. I’ll do anything to keep you, Max.”

“So you’ll clean my cum out of her used up pussy when I’m done?”

She was breathing heavily, practically panting as she stood there. “If… if that’s what you want.”

“I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to cum in her. And if you don’t make her cum while you’re cleaning her out, I’m going to leave here with her. Do you understand?”

“Yessssss,” she said, squeezing one of her tits while she slammed her other hand into her shorts again. The draw string was already pulled loose and I laughed at the lewd display.

I looked down at Doctor Jenkins… Tiffany, actually, and smiled. Then I slammed myself home. Turns out she was being truthful about how tight she was. She was also incredibly turned on judging by the slick wetness that enveloped me. It was like a vice gripping me and I groaned, “Soooo tight. Oh my God. She’s so fucking tight, Kel.”

Kelly whimpered behind me, “Thank you for letting me watch,” she gasped. “Oh my god… you guys are so hot… so beautiful, Max.”

Tiffany shoved her hips up at me, “Fuck me you horse cocked stud. Give me everything. Slam it in,” she grunted as I jammed myself into her over and over.

“When I cum in her, she’s mine Kelly,” I said.

“I know,” my wife whispered lustily behind me.

“I’ll fuck her whenever I want. And you’ll have to keep my cum out of her… or else.”

“Yess… yesss… anything baby. Anything. You know it. I’ll do anything to keep you. I love you. Don’t leave me,” she said.

The whole scene had me right on the edge. I willed myself to calm down, grabbing the Tiffany’s huge tits and squeezing them as I slammed into her with long, hard strokes. Each time I bottomed out, she grunted and begged for more. Thrust after thrust. I was surprised at how long I managed to last until, finally, it snuck up on me. I came, shooting rope after rope into Tiffany’s gripping gash. “FUCK!” I roared. Tiffany’s legs flailed around me, wrapping around my hips and urging me in closer. She and I kissed, her mouth eagerly exploring mine for the first time as Kelly watched on in erotic terror. “Okay, slut. Here’s your chance to keep me. Clean her out. Make her cum.”

She practically dove onto the floor, kneeling at Tiffany’s gaping cunt as I pulled my wet, sticky cock out. My cum oozed out and Kelly was instantly there, licking and slurping to get every drop like it was the most precious drug in existence. She started focusing on Tiffany, one finger up and sliding inside of her while her other hand played with her own clit. Her tongue began flicking across the small pink nub of the Doctor’s sex, frantically alternating between teasing her and pleasing her. She kept dropping down, sliding her tongue inside that nice tight pussy and searching for every drop of cum she could find before returning to the woman’s desperate clit.

It didn’t last long. The doctor’s legs started twitching and spasming. Her thighs gripped Kelly’s head, urging her further. She came with a high pitched squeal, as if electricity had shocked her. As the sound hit Kelly’s thigh muffled ears, she came, the fear releasing from her and the pleasure washing over her. Just like the previous week, she collapsed on the ground, twitching and spasming as she babbled how much she loved me in barely coherent phrases.

“So… I guess we know about yellow then,” I said and the Doctor simply nodded at me, lost for words.