The Little Blue Pill

As with all the stories we submit to MH, this one has been written by Mr Postman, but read and thoroughly approved by Mrs Screen Shot 2015-01-16 at 5.35.57 PMPostman.

For nearly 24 years after getting married in July 1990, we had a full and active sex life. We weren’t swinging from the chandeliers and we didn’t experiment that much, but we were happy.

Then, in December 2013, I suffered a stress-related stroke. I collapsed while crossing a busy road, was almost run over by a bus, lost all the feeling in my left side and spent a month in the hospital over the festive period.

For most of the next year, our sex life was non-existent. For seven months after leaving the hospital, I was physically incapable of making love because everything hurt too much and I was usually too tired. Eventually, though, we realised that we had to try to get our sex life back on course – having a stroke puts an enormous strain on both the survivor and the caregiver and we felt that getting intimate again would help. Plus, after 24 years of marriage, we were missing it…..

So, we gently started to try again. But we soon discovered that although giving and receiving oral sex was fun (we have always both loved oral sex), I couldn’t maintain a decent erection for long enough to make love in any worthwhile sense. Mrs Postman would stroke and lick and suck me well enough, but as soon as I tried to slide inside her, my erection would quickly subside.

One night, we talked about it. Was it a physical problem? Was it psychological? At 50, should I just accept that I was getting old? Was it a direct consequence of the stroke? And could anything be done?

We decided that a visit to my doctor wouldn’t do any harm. She did a series of blood tests which ruled out physical causes such as low testosterone, then she said the stroke shouldn’t really have had an effect. So she gave me a little blue pill to try. “Take this and be aware that if it doesn’t work, there are plenty of other options,’’ she said.

So I tried it. One night, we decided that we were going to make a determined effort to get over our problem. Mrs Postman took the dog for a walk and while she was out, I took the pill with a glass of water, 30 minutes before we hoped to have sex.

And it worked – to a degree. I produced more semen than I had for years, even before my stroke, but my erection still wasn’t really up to the task, as it were.

So I went back to the doctor. She upped the dosage, changed the brand and told me to try again. A couple of nights later, after a stressful few days for both of us, Mrs Postman decided we would try out the new pill. After we had finished our evening meal and washed up, she threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply. She said she was taking the dog for a walk and that I should go upstairs and prepare for her return.

I poured two large glasses of wine, took them upstairs and downing a sip from one of them, took the pill – this time, leaving an hour before we planned to have sex, just as it said on the instruction leaflet.

I stripped off, lay on the bed and waited. Eventually, Mrs Postman returned. She put the dog in his kennel for the night, cleaned her teeth, came into the bedroom and closed the door. She took off her dressing gown and settled down next to me.

Again, we kissed deeply – more deeply than we had for ages. I moved down her body, planting kisses all over her chest, stomach and breasts, before licking up and down her labia, something I loved doing. Within minutes, she was soaking wet. I wanted to stay where I was – she wanted to test out the little blue pill.

Pushing me over on to my back, she began to lick and suck my cock, while her hands moved all around my hairless balls. Soon, I had an erection to be proud of – one that I would have been proud of 30 years ago.

Mrs Postman clearly wanted me inside her as soon as possible. She rolled me over, positioned me between her legs and guided me into place. For months, even years, this had been the point at which my cock decided it didn’t want to play. But now it did. As I slid in to my wife’s most secret places, I felt that old feeling once again. My balls were filled to bursting and I was sure I would explode there and then. But as I kept on thrusting, the feeling kept growing. Soon, I felt as if I could take no more. But I did. And as I stayed inside my wife, I was still licking her beautiful breasts, running my tongue around the edge and making her nipples stand on end.

Meanwhile, she was encouraging me as much as possible.  She reached around to stroke and fondle my balls, pushed my dick further inside her and whispered gently, telling me: “Come on, you know you can do this.”

Then, suddenly I did. A great wave of spunk shot out of me, leaving me drained as it soaked her insides (as well as spilling out on to the bedsheets….oh well). For a few moments, we stayed where we were, me panting heavily and yet delighting in the moment, she gently stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head.

Eventually, I rolled away and lay by her side, my hand laying on her stomach and occasionally reaching down to stroke the top of her thick bush of pubic hair. It was a moment for which we had waited months; a moment which we feared, when I was lying in a hospital bed unable to move, would never happen again. Yet it had and we knew that having done it once, we were on the road to getting our valued sex life back. All thanks to that little blue pill.

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6 replies
  1. smitten says:

    To thenakedpostmen from Smitten. Good story with a happy ending. Sounds like you have a loving and supportive wife as I did too. Lady Smitten and I can relate to your situation. Years ago our son became very troubled and it troubled me so badly that I couldn’t get it up. After a couple times of this happening, the very thought of having sex frightened me and I couldn’t get it up although at other times of the day while not having sex it would be rock hard. It took a supportive Lady Smitten and some time to finally get over it. God bless your marriage.

  2. Michael & Lisa says:

    Congrats to you both, The naked Postmen….

    Cute name, Great story.

    btw I believe Alcohol and any medication including the little blue pill don’t work well together…

  3. thenakedpostmen says:

    Mr Postman here: Thanks Michael & Lisa, the name goes back to one of my previous employers; and I specifically asked my doctor whether it would work with the cocktail of medication I take for epilepsy and my stroke and she had no concerns. As to alcohol I have to be careful anyway….And tell Kent’s right; it’s made a big difference to us at little cost.

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