It Was For Science! - Sex Stories

It Was For Science!

... enthusiastically. "It started as a new broad spectrum hormone balancing transdermal patch for menopausal women, but the computer modelling analysis showed some potentially interesting side effects. We believe it can help some women to deal with anorgasmia by relieving vaginismus and has the benefit of increasing their libido."

Hattie blinked as her husband rattled off the description of his work. The only words that made sense were 'hormone', 'menopausal' and 'increasing their libido', but the implications were clear. A new drug to help her, their, other women's sex life. "Umm, testing... Are you looking for volunteers?" she timidly asked.

"Well, yes dear, we are. Why?"

Hattie chewed her bottom lip and rapidly thought. "Well, it sounds important and you will help many women with their troubles. I'd like to do something, and after all, it is for science. Do you think I could umm, help?"

Harold scratched his head. "Well, I suppose. You do fit the test profile, but I'm not involved with that area. Call the office and ask for the Research Dynamics team, and they can assess your suitability. I have to tell you, if you are selected, you cannot discuss anything with me, That would be unethical."

"Certainly. I'll call them tomorrow."

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"So you're married to Harold? Well, well, well. Has he explained how this all works?"

Hattie shook her head. "No, he likes to keep his work and private life separate. This is the first thing in nearly thirty years of marriage ...

... I've sort of worked with him on." She shrugged. "I'm not as smart as him."

Andy, the research assistant, snorted. "Yeah, well. I'll leave that one alone. Ok, it's a six-month trial, and the initial data is assessed after three months, so mid-March or early April is when the decision to continue or not will be made. There's only twenty people in the initial trial, split into two groups. Each group will be given transdermal patches - like a nicotine patch, that needs to be placed on the lower abdomen daily for a six-month period. You need to wear this sensor band on your wrist, then log into the app on your phone and..."

"Sorry Andy, I don't have any apps on my phone." She pulled her phone out of her handbag and placed it on the table.

He stared, aghast, at the item. "Umm, ok..." He gingerly picked it up and pressed the buttons on its front. "How old is this?"

"Oh, only about six years old. I had to upgrade it because my old one wouldn't work on the phone system anymore. I like this one. It's simple to use."

"Hmm. Well, I guess I can print out some sheets you can write on, and bring them in to me. Do you have a computer at home you could sync the band to?"

"Only in Harold's den. I don't know how to use it. I've never needed to."

'Wow,' Andy thought, 'And I thought my mum was a technophobe.' Clearing his throat, he said, "Tell you what, Hattie. I think I can find an old computer tablet you can use, and I can help set it up for you. You really should use the ...