R W Finch
Hottest wife in town
CHAPTER ONE
"It's driving me crazy," Gail Sanders said with a noticeable tremor in her voice. "I must be a nymphomaniac or something."
Doctor Hillman, the only psychiatrist in the small Southern town of Blaineville, patted the pretty brunette's hand reassuringly. A large, robust man in his forties with a ruddy complexion and blue eyes which seemed almost too small for his wide face, he said quietly, "Tell me about it."
Lying on the couch with her shoes off, Gail nodded nervously. She was a well-dressed young woman of eighteen, tail and shapely, with pitch-black hair and eyes as brown as brown could be. In a short skirt that showed her bare knees, she tried to get more comfortable.
"I can't seem to get enough sex," she said simply. "Paul and I have only been married for two months, but already I want to go to bed with every man I see."
"Goon," Doctor Hillman murmured.
Gail took a deep breath to steady herself. "When Paul and I have sex, it's always good. But then after he's asleep, I find myself wanting it again and again and again. It scares me sometimes to think that no one man could satisfy my-my sexual needs."
"And is this something new?" the doctor asked. "These urges of yours?"
The young woman on the couch blushed. "I've always needed a lot of sex," she said slowly. "I went to high school in Dempsey. Over there, I had a reputation for being easy. If Paul ever found out, it'd kill him. But I couldn't help it. Even then, I needed more sex than one man could give me. Sometimes, I'd let a bunch of boys gang-bang me."
And with that, Gail started crying. "I'm just always horny," she stammered, ashamed. "It's like having a constant itch between my legs. The slightest touch on my clit sends me right up the wall. Even wearing panties that are too tight drives me wild. What am I going to do? I love Paul, but…"
"First of all, learn to relax," Doctor Hillman said, his eyes suddenly darting down along Gail's supple body. "For instance, do you feel any sexual excitement right now?"