Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
My wife Sally was away for a few days with work and so I was at home alone. Today was a day off, the office was closed for an electronic sweep and so only the tech team were in. It was nice to get a free day off with full pay, but there was always that niggle, what if they found something? Not that I had done anything for them to find, but, what if?
I had face-timed Sally this morning, she had been on her way to her meeting and so we had only managed the most platonic of greetings, no cyber-sex for us sadly, just the usual greetings and 'love you' type. I had a restless night, I always do when Sally is away, and so when I got up I had a shower to try and ease the stresses away.
It was injection day for me, I am diabetic and the doctor recently changed my medication to Mounjaro, a weekly injection that does clever things inside and it has improved my blood sugars immeasurably, quite amazing. Some people take it as a weight loss drug, but I haven't lost any weight since I started, it just improved my bloods.
It has unpleasant side effects though, terrible wind being the worst that I have experienced, usually twenty four hours after the jab it starts and lasts about thirty hours or so. Some people have much worse reactions, I feel quite lucky in that regard. The other side effect I have felt is a massively increased libido, I am horny pretty much twenty four seven.
The shower helps, I stand under the spray, the water hitting my dick at just the right angle is just a pleasure sensation I almost cum just standing still, hands free if you will. I don't ejaculate but have that euphoric feeling that I usually get when I do. Therapy, shower therapy. Thanks Mounjaro, or MoJo as Sally and I call it.
After my shower I dressed in a polo top and shorts, nothing else, I wasn't planning on going anywhere, so fewer clothes meant less laundry, and anyway, it felt great, simply covered up, but not bound up, if you see what I mean. Breakfast was Weetabix and mint tea and after that I sat in the lounge with the laptop and scanned the news and reels. Yes, a relaxing day ahead.
The sun was up and the winter migratory birds had returned and I could hear their chatter through the open windows, and then the alarm calls as neighbourhood cats prowled the gardens looking for prey. Time for another tea. I boiled the kettle and was thinking of perhaps sitting in the conservatory, the sun makes for a pleasantly warm environment, when the front door opened.
It could only be one person, Pam. Pam is Sally's mother and she has a habit of popping around when Sally is away. Sally says she is just being friendly, I suspect it is more a case of checking up on me whilst Sally is away. I turned and looked down the hall.
"Morning Pam, kettle is on, want a coffee or a tea?"
"Morning Drew love, what are you having?"
"I am having mint tea."
"Okay, I'll have the same please."
She walked up the hall and joined me in the kitchen, quick air kiss and then stood back. She was wearing a blue two-piece suit with a pencil skirt halfway up, or down, her thighs and a low-cut matching jacket. It fitted very closely, and you could be forgiven for thinking there was nothing else on beneath, there were no wrinkles or bumps or VPL to be seen.
I made the teas and turned handing her a glass double walled mug with the tea. I like to use the double wall mugs as they are cool to the touch when you hold them, but the tea stays hot for longer and gives the bag more time to brew. A win win situation as far as I am concerned. Sally prefers porcelain.
"Let's go and sit in the conservatory," I said leading the way. In the conservatory I opened the door to the garden, even this early with the sun shining, the conservatory was getting quite warm, the open door let the air regulate a little and brought in the sounds of the birds.
Pam sat on the single cane chair; I sat opposite on the cane sofa. Goodness, good job her pencil skirt kept her knees together, otherwise I would have been able to see her all and sundry, I was glad for loose fitting clothes, and then, on reflection, I would have preferred something a little more restrictive, especially as the blood flowed.
"I wanted to ask you," Pam said, turning and putting her tea onto a side table, "you are on Mounjaro, how are you getting on with it?"
"It has sorted my diabetes, my bloods are just where they should be."
"Okay, did you lose any weight?"
"No, but then, I am not massively overweight, I am carrying perhaps a few pounds too many, but nothing significant."
"No, you do look good. So, I started to take it a couple of weeks ago."
"Why? I didn't realise that you are diabetic like me." I was surprised, she certainly wasn't overweight as far as I could tell, she usually wore quite close-fitting clothes when I saw her, and it would be obvious if she were overweight.
"No, I am not, I don't get it through my doctor, I have just started to add a little weight, and I thought I would get it and try and nip it in the bud, before it gets too much."
"Well, you could have fooled me, you certainly do not look in any way overweight." But then clothes can hide a multitude of sins, she could, for example, be wearing compression garments and I would never know.
She smiled, "well that is a lovely thing to say, thank you, but, well, the scales don't lie."
I shrugged with a smile and took a sip of my tea, finally just cooled enough to drink.
"Did you get, do you have side effects?" Pam asked, shuffling slightly on the seat, her knees still welded together by her tight skirt, the prospects causing slight stirrings where I really didn't want stirrings, not when I had nothing to restrain it.
"Well, yes a few. I guess the wind is the worst. I mean, I am not a person who usually gets wind, but since the MoJo, I am terrible for a couple of days after my Jab, sulphurous burps and awful farts."
"Yes, I read that is one of the side effects, I haven't had that. Anything else?"
"Constipation is an issue for me, although some people get the opposite, diarrhoea, which I suppose is worse, and probably helps with the weight loss, but as I say, I have not dropped any weight at all."
