By A. PENMAN
Here it is, my friends. This is my tale of woe and,
eventually, my tale of redemption.
I don’t know exactly when or how or why it happened. If I
had to take a guess, I’d say that it was about three to four
months ago when June, my lovely wife, began to go a little
cold in the bedroom. This process slowly but surely
escalated, until she ultimately lost all interest in fucking
me. We talked about it, and then we talked about it some
more. She had no explanation for what she was or, more
accurately, wasn’t feeling.
This extraordinary turn of events reared its ugly head after
seven of the most wonderful physical and non physical loving
years of my life. She was, and still is, my goddess and my
best friend. And until this happened, she was my sensual,
wanton, lustful, fuck buddy. We’ve had a great life
together, in all ways. Until this inexplicable aberration,
our sex life was amazing too! That’s why this was such a
shock to me.
Many futile nights of trying (and failing) in the bedroom
transpired. June tried her best, but just could not convince
me, or for that matter herself, that she was into it. And
so, for a few months, we floundered unsuccessfully with what
should have been normal husband and wife sexual relations. I
was beside myself. I didn’t know what to do.
I broached the subject of her, perhaps, having an affair
that I didn’t know about. I didn’t believe that she would
actually do this, and the discussion of it was like trying
to walk barefoot on a bed of old razor blades. It did not
sit well with her.
But I told her that I had to delve into the most common
culprits that were involved in a sudden change of heart (or
shall I say pussy) like this. She begrudgingly understood
where I was coming from when I reasoned that if the shoe was
on the other foot, and I had suddenly lost interest in
fucking her, that she would also want to know if an
extra-marital affair was the reason. This having been
settled, she assured me that there was nobody else, and
there never would be because she still loved me, perhaps
even more then when we first got married. But she just could
not explain this sudden loss of sexual desire for the man
she so desperately loved.
And so began the long procession of potential cures for my
loving wife’s “condition.” First we tried herbals. Then came
commercial remedies. Nothing worked. Next came the lengthy
couch sessions with psychologists who were, in my non
medical opinion, full of shit.
On their advice we tried changing up our lovemaking
practices. We experimented with some pretty kinky (for us)
stuff. We tried role playing, dominance, submissiveness and
a couple other things too embarrassing to mention here. It
was ALL BULLSHIT! Neither of us enjoyed any of it. June just
couldn’t “get it up” for me. We were desperate for a fix.
Then, as sometimes happens in the company of male friends,
guys will spill what’s troubling them. This one friend had
been kind of tuned in to my plight (so he said) for a while.
And so he took it upon himself to intervene.
“What you and June are going through is not unusual. Trust
me brother. I’ve suffered through it myself.”
His name was Andy, and we had worked on several contracts
together. We’d occasionally grab a beer after work with the
other guys before we all headed home to our loving spouses.
On this particular night, however, he took me aside in the
parking lot to talk privately.
“Your problem at home is fixable my friend.” He said
confidently. Finally I caved.
“I appreciate your offer to help Andy. But we’ve tried
everything. No success.”
“Wait, let me guess, Steve. You’ve tried herbal and
medicinal products. When they didn’t work, you and June got
on the psychologist’s couch. You even tried some kinky
‘alternative’ approaches to sex. Am I right?” I marveled at
“Nothing works!” I bemoaned.
“It’s all bullshit. Especially the psychologists.”
“Then what, bro? I’m desperate!”
“You may need to try the unorthodox.”
Andy then reached into his wallet and pulled out a business
card. On it were the two words LADY BIANCA, printed in
script style lettering.
“You and June, especially June, should see this woman. She
saved my marriage.”
“Really?” I was excited, but still skeptical.
“If the conventional hasn’t worked, then perhaps it’s time
for the unconventional.” Andy said. I still wondered.
“Are you sure this woman can help?”
“Absolutely. But you better be open minded Steve.”
“What is she? Some sort of sex therapist?”
“More accurately, a sexual ‘healer.’” Andy summarized.
“Open minded, huh?” I pondered.
“You’ll witness some very interesting stuff, should you and
June decide to give her a try.”
“Really? Like what?” I asked.
“I can’t tell you. You’ll need to go in without any
preconceived notions or prejudices.”
“Hummm.” I scratched my skeptical head.
“Steve, she gave me back my wife of ten years. In spades,
“How do I contact her?”
“Let’s take a ride.” He suggested. I was up for it, if for
no other reason than morbid curiosity.
We then got into Andy’s car and drove to the north side of
town where we ended up on a road called Ethereal Lane. There
were two houses on a dead end road. Both very nice. It
looked to be some sort of development project that had been
put on hold. Still the area was nice. We parked in front of
an off white one, got out and walked to the door. Over the
door, there was an infinity sign, clearly where the house
number once had been. I brought this to Andy’s attention.
“This is not going to sit well with the folks at Homeland
Security.” I observed.
He laughed, and then stood with his arms casually at his
sides. He didn’t knock. He didn’t ring the doorbell. I’m not
even sure there was a doorbell.
Mysteriously, the door opened... Before my eyes, in slightly
Gypsy style apparel stood a very beautiful woman with a mane
of jet black hair and eyes to match. She looked to be about
five feet seven or eight inches. About the same as June.
“Andy! Nice to see you. How’s your wife, Stacy?” She asked,
in one of the sexiest, duskiest voices I’ve ever heard.
“Stacy and I are doing well. Thanks to you, Lady Bianca.”
“Wonderful! And let me guess. This must be Steve, right?
Come in...Come in.”
She then turned to glide into the dwelling. I swear that she
floated! I marveled at her grace, and her beauty. But as we
entered, I turned to Andy.
“You told her about me?” I asked, slightly annoyed that he
would be so presumptuous as to share my personal plight with
someone I didn’t know. But he denied having spoken with her
ahead of time.
“No! I did NOT! I swear! I don’t know how she knows who you
I was still skeptical, but we proceeded anyway. In spite of
my cynicism, there was something about this woman. I looked
around the living room, which was apparently where Lady
Bianca conducted her interviews. There were no candles to be
seen, and far less hanging beads than I would have expected.
But you could, somehow, sense that a whole lot of
prognosticating had transpired in this space which, I must
say, was very comforting. Off in the distance, Lady Bianca
verbalized instructions to us. I could not see her.
“Gentlemen. Please be seated at the table. I’ll be with you
shortly. Oh and Steve before you sit, why don’t you light
some candles?” Her voice trailed off.
A minute ago I didn’t see any candles. And now, as I scanned
the room, there were candles. What the hell? Andy lit some
on one side of the room and I lit the opposite side. Then
the house lighting dimmed.
Andy and I sat down across from each other at a round table
that was, by my estimation, perfectly in the center of the
room. It was draped to the floor with a cloth covering that
appeared Middle Eastern in style and origin.
Then, from a darkened part of the house, the lovely Lady
Bianca reappeared. Only this time, she was wearing clothing
that was quite revealing. And believe me; what it revealed
was absolutely amazing! Through the translucent material
that draped her from shoulder to toe, one could discern the
kind of body that keeps men awake at night. Her breasts,
which were huge, and her pubic region, which I guessed was
sans hair, were discreetly covered. But you could tell that
she was some kind of incredible woman. The translucent
covering did nothing to conceal her gorgeous abdomen and her
long, silky, shapely legs. I was dumbfounded. I was
transmogrified! All my good friend Andy could do was chuckle
to himself over my behavior. The Lady then sat between us.
“If you’re done admiring the terrain, Steve, June wants to
speak with you.”
“What the...?” I asked. What was she talking about? Then my
cell phone rang.
“‘Do It To Me One More Time’ by the Carpenters? Nice
ringtone Steve.” She said, amused. I had no retort. My wife
was calling and I wasn’t sure what to tell her.
“Hi, honey.” I said. The slight tremor of my voice was
reminiscent of a kid who was guilty of something. “No, no.
I’m with Andy. We went a little overtime at work. Now we’re
headed for a quick beer.” I continued. “Sure, babe. Be there
in about an hour. Maybe a little longer. Andy and I need to
have a talk and look over some work stuff. I love you too,
June. See you soon.”
I ended the conversation and looked at the Lady. “OK. You
gonna tell me how you knew she was going to call?”
“I just know some things before they happen, Steve.”
I looked at Andy. He just shrugged his shoulders. Lady
Bianca then took my hand. I must say, I found the gesture
kind of erotic.
“It wasn’t really all that hard to figure out. You’re here
because you are having some problems at home with June.
Problems of a sexual nature, right?”
“Well, that’s not hard to figure out. Aren’t you some sort
of sexual surrogate? I mean, why else would I be here?”
“Correct Steve. But actually, I’m more of a ‘healer.’ And
your lovely wife June is the one having trouble. Now she’s a
bit concerned that you may be starting to look elsewhere for
gratification of a sexual nature. Gratification that she,
for some reason, is currently unable to give to you, the man
she deeply loves. Have you noticed that she’s calling you
“Yes.” I admitted, realizing I had noticed that a couple
weeks ago. I have to say, I was starting to become more
impressed with the dark haired lady.
“By the way, Steve. You would never cheat on June. Your love
for her is too deep.”
“OK, Lady Bianca. You’re starting to make a believer out of
me.” I squeezed her hand gently. She returned the caress and
smiled warmly at me. What an exquisite woman! Her jet black
eyes were focused only on me. One of those deep red shades
of lipstick adorned her full lips. Underneath, in contrast,
were beautiful, pure white teeth. And then, there was the
soft looking olive complexion. Just beautiful. Not to seem
redundant, but what a hot woman!
“Bring the lovely red haired June to me. I can help her. And
this in turn will benefit you. But you are going to need a
great deal of trust in me, and my method.”
How did she know June was a redhead? I was impressed. With
just the slightest amount of skepticism, I agreed on a
Friday night private session for June with this beautiful
lady. Now all I had to do was convince June to venture into
the unknown. I had no idea how my loving wife would respond.
But, like I said, I was desperate. After a cup of
surprisingly refreshing herbal tea and some more chatter,
Andy and I left.
Back in the parking lot of the bar, I thanked Andy. But I
also observed that the lovely lady was a bit of a flake.
“But!” He was quick to point out. “For reasons you do not
understand, you trust her, don’t you?”
“You’re right. I do.”
“She’ll fix June. She’ll give you your wife back. Her method
worked for Stacy.”
“Oh yeah. The ‘method.’ What exactly is it?”
“Steve. That’s the one thing I can’t divulge.”
“In that case, I’m not sure I should have thanked you,
Andy.” Andy smiled at my remark. But he had been in my
shoes, and knew what I was feeling.
“Let me know how things turn out, OK?” I nodded, and then we
both drove off.
As I pulled into my driveway I realized I had no idea how to
relocate Lady Bianca’s residence. Great! What was I supposed
to do? I wasn’t going to see Andy for a couple of weeks, as
he had an out of town job. I decided to call him on his cell
phone in the morning. As things turned out, that wasn’t
To be continued