The Fizzy Miracle – Fiction?

My wife Stephanie and I love health food stores. Specifically, we love small, independent health food stores. In 2006, we really got into eating well. We tried researching natural treatments for ailments as well as eating all organic and humanely made food.

I was 29 at the time, Steph was 33. We were still young and horny and didn’t have kids yet. We were technically DINKs (double income, no kids), but certainly not wealthy by any means. I made twelve bucks an hour for a delivery service, and my wife made about the same as a teacher assistant. We lived in this lovable little 800 square foot bungalow built in 1907 and surrounded by tall pines and set far back from the road. We rented it from my in-laws and the house had been in the family for four generations.

We had been married for four years and our sex life had been pretty good, most of the time. Lately, however, I had been working grueling, seven-day work weeks for the course of the summer and tiredness took a toll. I just wasn’t as horny anymore.

Stephanie suggested we find some herbal supplement to help with the loss of libido. We had tried some standard products that were popular, and they seemed to help a little, but we went into the health food store with the hope of finding something a little stronger.

“Can I help you guys?” The smiling shop owner asked. I had never seen her before, but my wife knew her from her Women’s Bible Study. When Stephanie turned around, her face brightened up.

“Sharon!” Stephanie exclaimed as she embraced her friend.

“So good to see you Steph. Is this your husband?” Sharon asked, looking at me.

“Yes! This is Brian!” Stephanie looked up at me with the same admiration she had since we started dating.

“Nice to meet you, Brian.” Sharon offered me her hand. Sharon was a Jesus hippie, complete with a plethora of jewelry, including a peace and ichthys necklaces. She turned to my wife.

“Did you get a chance to read the book I gave you?” Sharon asked Stephanie.

“No, Sharon. But thanks for the book. Hopefully, I will have a chance to read it this summer.”

“Is there anything I can help you find?” queried Sharon. I gave my wife a look that said: “Please don’t embarrass me.”

“Well, actually…” Steph smiled. “Can we talk privately, Sharon?”

“Of course, Steph. Follow me this way.”

“I’ll see you later, Brian. Okay?” she said to me, and I went off to find some real Australian licorice.

Sharon led Stephanie past a doorway covered in hippie beads to her back office.

“So what’s going on? Did Brian try Ultra Male Libido?” Sharon asked.

“Yes,” my wife said.

“It didn’t work?” said Sharon, pouting.

“Well, it kind of worked…”

“You’re looking for something stronger!”

“Yes. Do you know of anything?”

Sharon’s face brightened.

“Stephanie, I am only telling you about this because I trust you.” Sharon looked around as if she might be a little paranoid. She went deeper into the office and beckoned my wife closer. She then proceeded to lift some natural supplement books from a shelf, and dial a combination to a safe. She pulled out a vial with a strange brown substance.

“We call this ‘The Fizzy Miracle.’ My husband discovered it on a trip to the Amazon. I have four customers that use it regularly. You and Brian would be the fifth. I don’t know if I could sell more than that. It’s too dangerous…”

“DANGEROUS?! Why would you give me and Brian something dangerous?”

“I meant to say it would be dangerous for ME and my business if word got out about this. The Fizzy Miracle has been used by a small Amazon tribe for hundreds of years with ZERO negative side effects. If word got out about it, who knows what the medical industrial complex would do to me!”

“Believe me, Sharon, I think you are small potatoes. I don’t think the black helicopters are coming for you specifically.”

“Maybe not, but I definitely don’t think they would allow this product to come into widespread use if they knew what it did. My husband gets this every year when he visits the missionaries down there, and the tribe members trust him to keep it absolutely secret. They know that western medicine will do anything to suppress natural cures.”

“So what does it do?” Stephanie asked.

“Well,” Sharon smiled. “this stuff is AMAZING. It not only increases libido in both men and women, it also increases the length of orgasms.” She paused for a second, then her voice got softer. “I have even had women tell me they can have DOZENS, even HUNDREDS of orgasms when on the Fizzy Miracle. And men have had multiple orgasms as well!”

My wife stared at Sharon, stunned. Stephanie was a “one and done” girl.

“How does it work?” My wife stammered.

“We really don’t know. But I can tell you it has had zero side effects for hundreds of years. The four couples who are on it have all had amazing success with it. Tell you what. I’ll give you and Brian a free sample, but I really think you will be back for more!” Sharon took an empty vial from the shelf and filled it with some Fizzy Miracle.

Sharon then explained how it worked. “All you have to do is fill up the dropper. You can put it in anything… water, coffee, it doesn’t matter. It takes about an hour to have its full effect.”

Sharon presented my wife with the amber bottle. “I really think you’ll be back for more. And even though it’s expensive, you will be helping the tribe with their needs, especially their indigenous school.” Sharon’s husband was an honorable man. He had helped thousands of people around the world, including helping families in poor third world cities with food and basic medical supplies. “We give 100% of the profit from this product back to the tribe.”

Stephanie and I then purchased some other things: some multivitamins, dulse seaweed, and my favorite Australian licorice.

When we got home, we were eager to try the Fizzy Miracle. We made some fruit tea and put a dropper full in each cup.

After finishing my tea, I looked at my wife’s beautiful, pale blue eyes.

Stephanie put down her tea. “Sharon said it would take an hour.”

“It’s only been ten minutes since we started sipping,” I said, looking at my watch.

“Well, I don’t see any reason why we couldn’t start now…. let’s just not orgasm until the full hour has passed,” my wife said, as she began unbuttoning her blouse. She was sitting on my favorite chair, an elegant lime green, Victorian wing chair.

Stephanie was wearing a flouncy sundress and already had her legs spread. I could see her white panties. She smiled.

“It’s funny, Brian, I’m already like, really, really horny.” She reached down and placed her hand in her panties. She brought a finger to her mouth and tasted her juice. “And wet, too!”

My erection was straining at my pants.

My wife was emphatic. She looked at me with a deep seriousness and stated, “Get over here and lick my pussy. Now!”

Before I walked over to the chair, she was peeling her panties off. She lifted her dress and presented herself to me. I wasted no time in finding her clit, lightly stroking it with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh Brian, it feels so good! I’ve never felt it tingle like this. I think I could come quickly. You may have to stop soon.”

My manhood felt weird like it was actually growing in length. I had to let it breathe, so I stopped my cunnilingual duties, stood up, and took it out of my pants.

Stephanie was staring like she had beheld something shocking. I looked down. It was clearly larger than it had been before.

“It’s… so… big.” She grabbed it, with a look of wonder on her face. She sniffed.

“And it smells… sweet. Like cotton candy or something!”

There was a drop of precum at the tip. I touched it and brought it to my nose.

“It does smell sweet. Probably tastes like candy, too!”

We both laughed at the same time. What was this weird stuff we were taking?

“This is so weird, Stephanie. I think we should wait until the full hour is up.”

“I think you’re right, Brian. If this stuff works as well as Sharon said it would, I want to enjoy it’s full effects.”

Waiting proved to be extraordinarily difficult. My manhood was fully erect the whole time. Stephanie and I had moved to our bedroom. She was sprawled out on the bed, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples, staring blankly into space. She was trying to control herself, trying to keep her fingers from wandering down to her nether regions.

Just talking about the whole situation almost brought me to the edge, so we just sat there in silence for 45 minutes. When the hour had passed, I had to move very carefully toward my wife. I was about ready to cum, even though I had given myself no self-stimulation.

Stephanie had positioned herself at the edge of the bed.

“I am SO ready, Brian. Fuck me, now!!”

Even though I approached her slowly, I could not contain my excitement any longer. Before I had a chance to enter my hot, horny housewife, I starting spewing massive ropes of cum on my wife’s tits and belly. Rope after rope, spasm after spasm, I must have had about 15 full spurts and the orgasm lasted almost 30 seconds! I had never seen so much cum! Some of it hit her in the face, though I tried to prevent that. To my surprise, she licked some of it.

“IT DOES TASTE LIKE CANDY!” She ran her finger over her nipples, where a huge drop of cum had landed, scooped some up in her finger, and put it in my mouth.

“Oh, how strange!” I said, tasting the substance, which had none of the usual bitterness. It was like vanilla ice cream. “Do you know what’s even stranger, Steph?” I said, looking at the pleasure on her face. “I’m ready to go again!”

“So fuck me, baby!” Stephanie said, eagerly spreading her legs.

I successfully inserted my manhood into her, this time a little less on the edge. My cock was still rock hard, and I felt a tingling sensation from the top to bottom of my shaft. I lasted about 2 minutes this time, and my orgasm was about twice as long– a full minute! I unloaded what must have been a pint of my delicious fluid into Stephanie. At that time, she began to cum— and hard.

“Oh Brian, I’m cumming! We’re cumming together. I love you so much. I don’t know what this stuff did to us, it’s like it’s changing us into these hypersexual beings! And I feel so connected to you— like never before!”

“Me too, Stephanie Marie!” I used her middle name, indicating my deep love for everything she is. “Stephanie Marie Peterson-Weiss, I am yours and you are mine!”

We fucked for hours. I must have had 20 orgasms. Stephanie lost count after 100. It felt better than our honeymoon.

Afterward, Stephanie gave Sharon from the health food store a call.

“Sharon?”

“So how was it Steph? Wait. Don’t tell me over the phone.”

“Unreal. Unbelievable. What?” My wife just remembered what Sharon said about keeping The Fizzy Miracle secret. No wonder Sharon was worried about black helicopters. If everyone used this stuff, they might never come out of their bedrooms. Society might collapse.