The Nymphomaniac

So, Linda and I started dating. She was quite tall at 5' 11" - just an inch shorter than myself, and especially tall for someone of Chinese descent. She had remarkably long jet black hair, and was a bit thin, which exaggerated her height. She liked to wear high heels. Go figure! Anyway, we had sex on our first date. Twice. And on the next date, and the next, and she moved in with me within a week. To my utter amazement, she wanted to have sex three times a day. More than that, she pretty much insisted. If I was too tired, too overdone, couldn't get it up, she was very disappointed. She'd actually throw a bit of an adult tantrum if I didn't want to have sex. Which of course, made it worse. The more she wanted it, the less I did. I suggested she masturbate instead of bothering me so much, but she wasn't having it. In fact, I had never seen her touch herself in any sort of masturbatory way. She was also into exhibitionism, which totally embarrassed me. She'd put her hand down my pants while waiting in line to go to a theater. And of course, she'd be kissing me, hand in my pants, putting my hand up her skirt and so on, all during the movie. I wanted to actually watch the movie, damn it! She'd go shopping in a short skirt without underwear, and find opportunities to bend over for any men - or women - nearby. Now and then, someone would respond, but she'd turn down their advances. I could never figure that out. If she was so horny, why not date everyone and have all the sex she wanted? But no, until she met me, she was a serial monogamist. Just one guy or girl at a time. Now, she is just a monogamist. Just me. But I'm getting ahead of the story. At the time, I was becoming quite frustrated with her sexual appetite. In my dreams, I would have loved to have a woman who can't get enough sex. In reality, I could hardly get it up for her any more. I finally had enough. I told her she had to either move out, or see a shrink about her problem, because it was evident, she really was a nymphomaniac. She liked me, maybe loved me, and I liked her, and OK, I have to admit, I was starting to fall in love with her, despite the problem. So, she went to a psychologist, a guy specializing in sex therapy. I was hoping for the best, but figuring that it would be months of sessions, and I would be paying for it. Her salary as a local TV station camera person didn't pay very much. After the first session, she told me all about it - while fiddling with my dick. It seems the psychologist put her in a light hypnotic trance, in which she did remember everything. He then told her five or six metaphorical stories. In each story, the person ended up looking up 'masturbation' on the Internet. Weird, eh? During the next couple of days, she looked up 'masturbation' on the Internet. (The power of hypnotic suggestion, right?) And of course she found Solotouch. One evening, she was all nervous as we went to bed. I had never seen her that way. She said she wanted to try masturbating while I watch. I was all for that. Actually turned on by it, and I masturbated while she masturbated. She was uptight, because as she explained later, she had not done much masturbation. Her parents were rather religious, and somehow imparted on her at a very early age that 'masturbation is a sin,' but somehow, they never conveyed that any other sort of sex is so sinful. She she had a 'thing' against masturbation. No wonder she was always so sexed up. How would you act if you could do anything but masturbate? I mean, really, what if you would never allow yourself to masturbate? After a few minutes of reluctantly and hesitantly rubbing herself, while watching me masturbate, she started to get into it. I could see her nipples harden and her pussy start to glisten with wetness. And she had a crashing orgasm, and a couple more mini-orgasms. In the next few days, she masturbated more and more. Oh, we still had ordinary sex, but the frequency started to taper off. Fast forward a year: We have a normal sex life! In a single session, in which that shrink suggested masturbation, she was totally fixed, and never went back to him for another session. Oh, we have sex maybe once a week. Perhaps twice a week, she gives me a handjob while sticking a finger in my ass, and perhaps twice a week, I do the same to her - rub her clit while I stick a finger in her ass. We love the ass thing - don't know why. And she masturbates. Boy, does she masturbate! She rubs herself when she wakes up almost every morning. As soon as she gets home from work, there she is masturbating again, and then if we don't play with each other as we go to bed, she rubs herself for a good few orgasms. I love falling asleep with my new wife as she gently shakes the bed with her masturbating. And, her work has improved. She got a big raise and new responsibilities. She is now the weather and sports caster at her station. I spoke with her fellow employees and they said she had been so horny that they were afraid to put her on the other side of the camera, figuring she'd be a loose cannon. Now that she masturbates all the time, she can act normal around her co-workers, and they've all come to trust her. Everyone in our city knows my beautiful wife from her TV work, and I love that.