Freya and the Micro Part 3

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Ben caressed Freya’s cheeks, kissed her nipples and nuzzled her neck and Freya played along. Ben’s concentration on gentleness left him no clue about Freya’s wandering mind. She tilted her head to view the wetness coating Ben’s thick cock. It was naughty and exciting because she knew it was more than just her wetness. Yet Freya wondered if Ben could ever get past missionary sex. She fantasized about fleeing and re-engaging in wild sex and she imagined this as her prelude. Freya wished Ben could be more aggressive and more like the young golf pro. The pro carelessly ripped off her clothes, twisted her nipples and slapped her ass. And recalling the pro’s cock deep in her pussy caused Freya to reflexively wrap her legs around Ben and pull him inward. The pro had no vested interest in Freya and no reason to become attached. To him, she was just a good fuck. He knew several women who would suck, fuck and even clean his apartment. Freya felt trapped in a chronological reverse of her desires. She couldn’t reasonably expect more from Ben. For years she stifled him; how dare she now demand creativity? Ben pumped away completely unaware, he was following, a command performance. Ben didn’t notice the remnants of afternoon sexual injections, though he marveled at Freya’s swollen softness. Her easy-to-enter pussy made Ben think şişli escort the implant really accomplished more than he expected. Freya however, was on a different mission. Her search for better sex paralleled her aggressive sports mentality. Everything was a contest for Freya and Ben’s satisfaction was not on Freya’s priority list. While Freya reached for pinnacles in sports, she totally missed the difference when it came to sex. Earlier that year Freya was a completely different person. ***** Dr. G’s secretary called Ben’s office to relay the message requesting his presence in Dr. G’s office. Her office was conveniently across the street from Ben’s office, on the fourth floor of the medical building. Dr. G was accompanied by a physician-surgeon and greeted Ben with an introduction. “So, what’s wrong?” Ben’s acting talent was limited but he tried to act concerned. Freya sat tensely as Dr. G told Ben she was in need of a minor procedure. And she mistook the look on Ben’s face as too much concern. Freya interrupted, “Deege says it’s minor and there is no need to worry. They only want you here to co-sign forms and get me home.” Deege, un-ruffled by Freya, continued, “These small problems occur all the time. It’s nothing major, we will do a follow up with Freya. You only need to make sure she gets mecidiyeköy escort home and settled afterward.” Ben looked at Freya but, didn’t press. He co-signed the consent form, kissed Freya, went back to his office and planned to be gone the rest of the day. Ben was relieved when he was finally called back to the clinic. The two hour procedure seemed to take much longer although, or maybe because, he was watching the clock.  “Everything went as planned. We can take her to your car in the wheelchair, the anesthetic will keep her drowsy,” Deege smiled and her mask hung loose as she removed one remaining blue glove. “The pharmacy downstairs has a prescription. I wrote it in case she feels discomfort. We can pick it up when we wheel her out.” “I could find my way home without all this pomp and circumstance,” Freya slurred. It sounded like she said: “poof ‘n sir-cum-stench”. It was obvious she should not operate anything mechanical. “I need the afternoon off anyway,” Ben chuckled and Dr. G slightly winked. The anesthetic again took hold once Freya was in the car. Moving her from the car to their bedroom took on the appearance of an exercise in drunken negotiation. Ben eventually got Freya settled in bed and she slept through the night. The following morning Ben prepared breakfast and served Freya in bed. Ben only cooked on weekends because he was usually out of the house early on weekdays. “I’m not an invalid,” Freya protested. “You need to start the day with a good meal. You were really out of it last night and you haven’t eaten since yesterday,” Ben smirked. “You were on a cheap drunk last night. How’s the hangover?” “I’m still fuzzy and my crotch is sore.” Freya’s hand was under the blanket. Ben shrugged, “Deege said they need to have you back next week.” “I hope they’re not going to clobber me again,” Freya’s free hand rubbed her eyes. “I’m sure you will be better by tomorrow. You’re supposed to take it easy today anyway.” “I had tennis scheduled this afternoon. I think I might cancel,” Freya joked. “I will stay here this morning and if you are okay, I will go to work this afternoon. If you need anything, you can call.” Ben handed Freya the tray. When he returned, Freya was asleep. She woke up an hour before Ben left and was reading. Freya felt much better and promised she would not do anything strenuous. Ben still wondered if the implant actually would work. And he worried about what would happen if she found out about his prior knowledge. ***** The following week their routine didn’t change. They followed the same boring schedule and they had no discussion about Freya’s surgery. Ben began to think this was turning into an exercise in futility and although Doc’s optimistic enthusiasm kept Ben hopeful, the longer Ben waited, the less he believed the device would work.

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