You, Me and He

No More Medication

Disclaimer: Smut and Daddy Kink

A Few Days Later....
Joe took the day off and headed to his appointment with Dr. Moore. The last few days had been uneventful, Shantelle stayed at home and did her usual housework and cooking. Shantelle didn't need to go to the grocery store until the end of the week, so she didn't have hear Joe ranting and raving about going to the grocery store alone. Unbeknownst to her, when they returned from the cookout at Joshua's house, Joe immediately flushed all of his medication down the toilet. While Joe was driving to the appointment, he began to mentally reflect.....

Joe's POV
Well...I'm on my way to my appointment and I hope that Dr. Moore can come up with a solution that won't require me popping pills. I have to control my anger and jealousy but not at the cost me being impotent. I need my wife. I need to feel her, hold her and love on her the way a real man should. But it seems that I can't do that if I'm taking some damn medication. So that's why, after we came home from the cookout and Shantelle went to bed, I poured those damn pills down the toilet. I honestly think if I just do counseling without medication, I'll be fine and I'll be able to make love to my wife again.

As I pull into the parking garage, I give myself a pep talk before I go in....

"Aight Joe stay calm when you talk to the doctor, I'm sure she has some other helpful suggestions." I say to myself.

As I make my way to the elevator, I start to get nervous again. When I tell Dr. Moore what happened, I'm afraid that she'll want to put me on more medication, and I'll be damned if I take anything else. Hell...it's bad enough I ain't getting no pussy, she might put me on some medication that will not only keep my dick soft but might make me start drooling and shit. Nah!! I'm good, I want to be able to have Shantelle bouncing up and down my dick again. I also want to be able have my wife on all fours with one of my meaty hands wrapped tightly in her hair and the other hand slapping her ass and watching it jiggle, which turns me on to no end, while I pound the shit out of her pussy as I demand that she acknowledges me as her daddy.

When I step out of the elevator, my legs feel heavy and my palms are sweating, as I approach Dr. Moore's office as my anxiety is now at a fever pitch.

As I enter her office, I'm startled by the shrill voice of her receptionist, Miss High Strung....

"Good morning, Mr. Anoa'i!!! How are you today?!!! Are you here for an appointment?!!" She shrieked. She seriously needs to switch to decaf.

"Uh...yeah." I say, slightly annoyed. I mean what other reason would I be here.

"Ok!!! Well please have a seat and I'll let Dr. Moore know you're here!! Would you like some water or coffee?!!!" She shrieked again.

"No thanks." I say, trying my hardest to be polite. In my head, I'm thinking she should lay off the coffee, or better still she needs to take some medication herself.

As I sit in the waiting room, my thoughts drift to the events of the last several days. I ask myself, "Did I overreact about that guy kissing her hand?" and "Why am I so jealous over her?" Deep down, I know Shantelle loves me but dammit...I can't help myself. Since my mom was killed, it's made me overprotective. I lost the first woman that I loved and now I feel I have to protect the second woman in my life. But I don't want to become so irrational that it ruins my marriage.

At that moment, the receptionist's voice pulls me out of my thoughts....

"Mr. Anoa'i? The doctor will see you now!" She says as she leads me into her office.

"Thank you." I say.

"Hello Joe, what brings you in today?" Dr. Moore says smiling.

"Well Dr. Moore, I'm not doing so well." I say.