From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Sex Therapist
Date: 14 Oct 1996 19:40:35 GMT

			  The Sex Therapist

	It was nine o'clock Monday morning. The kids were in school
and wouldn't be home until mid-afternoon. As usual Lainie's husband
Bob was out of town on business. Normally by this time of the morning,
Lainie has poured a third cup of coffee, turned on Regis and Kathie
Lee and settled in for another boring day of housework and TV.

	"I can't believe I got my master's for this," Lainie moaned at
least once a day.

	Today was different and Lainie was excited. Ever since school
started two months ago, she'd been working up the courage to tell Bob
how she felt. She knew that as soon as she mentioned that she wanted
to get a job, he'd respond with a comment like, "I can't have my wife
working. What would my friends think?"

	Last Saturday night Lainie felt the time had come for her to
speak. As she told Bob about her boredom and her desire to return to
work, she braced herself for a barrage that never came. Instead Bob
listened patiently and when she was finished, he replied, "I've been
wondering about that. In fact I almost said something about it, but I
was afraid you might think I was trying to pressure you into going to
work. If that's your choice, I'm all for it. I'll help you anyway I
can."

	Lainie was so astonished that she didn't know what so say. She
finally muttered, "Thank you."

	Lainie more effectively expressed her gratitude later that
night when they were in bed. She rolled over on her stomach, stuck her
backside in the air and said, "I want you to fuck my ass sweetheart.
Please fuck me!"

	Lainie knew that this was something her husband loved to do.
Bob knew that she didn't particularly enjoy it because it hurt. He
willingly accepted her expression of gratitude by lubricating his
large hard cock and slipping it firmly into her tight anus. In a few
minutes he dumped a load of his hot cum deep in her bowels.

	The next day Bob and Lainie carefully studied the Sunday
want-ads. They found several possibilities that Lainie thought
sounded interesting. She carefully clipped them out and put them in a
pile to be called the next day. By the time they had finished there
were more than a dozen good prospects in the pile. Lainie eagerly
looked forward to making the calls the next morning.

	As Bob was leaving Sunday night to catch a plane and begin his
weekly odyssey on the road, he handed his wife the want-ad section of
"City Lights", an alternative newspaper distributed free in the yuppie
hangouts around town. Bob had circled an ad in the paper and as he
handed it to Lainie, he said, "Call this one first. It really looks
interesting. I think it may be the job for you." Lainie didn't have a
chance to look at the ad before Bob gave her a kiss and walked out the
door.

	After Bob left Lainie looked at the ad.

	"Wanted: Mature woman with sincere desire to
	help others enhance their enjoyment of life.
	Flexible hours. Excellent pay. Contact Dr.
	Braden at the Life Enrichment Clinic."

	A phone number was listed but there was no street address.
Lainie found the ad and Bob's comment about it puzzling.

	"It sounds interesting but it's so terribly vague. It almost
sounds phony," Lainie thought to herself. Reaching for the phone book,
she decided to check it out. It was listed with the phone number
stated in the ad with an address near the university, "I'll call them
tomorrow then," she concluded, "but I'm going to ask Bob when he
calls, what he found so interesting about this ad."

	Later that night when Bob made his nightly call to his wife,
she did ask him about the ad.

	"I just thought it sounded like something you might be
interested in," he replied.

	"What sort of a place is it?" she pressed.

	"Sweetheart, I really don't know. The ad mentioned flexible
hours and good pay and helping other people. I thought that covered
the things that were important to you. That's all. Why not give them a
call and see what they have to say. Maybe there's nothing to it, but
why not check it out."

	"OK, sweetheart," Lainie agreed, "If you want me to, I will.
Good night. I love you."

	"Good night. I love you too," Bob replied as he hung up.

	Now that Monday morning had arrived it was time for Lainie to
make the calls. She poured herself a cup of coffee, gathered the ads
and sat down by the phone to begin. The ad on the top of the pile was
the one for the clinic. Lainie picked up the phone and made the
fateful call that would dramatically change her life in ways she would
never have dreamed of.

	"Hello," she said to the woman who answered the phone, "I'm
calling about your ad in, "City Lights". Is Dr. Braden available?"
"This is Dr. Braden," replied the soft feminine voice, "Can I help
you?"

	"Yes, Dr. Braden. My name is Elaine Lange and I saw your ad.
I'd like to know more about the job?"

	"Great!" Dr. Braden replied, "I'm delighted to hear from you.
Do you think you meet the qualifications listed?"

	"Why, yes, I think I do," Lainie replied, "I like to help
other people, and I have a master's degree in psychology if that's
relevant. I'm not sure, however, what you mean by the term `mature
woman'."

	"Oh that," Dr. Braden chuckled, "I started putting that in the
ad because I don't want to get responses from coeds at the university.
I used to get a lot of them responding to my ads, but they don't have
enough experience with relationships to be effective at what we are
doing here at the clinic. I'm looking for a woman who is able to
relate well to men in their thirties, forties, fifties and even older.
Does that describe you?"

	"Yes, I guess it does," Lainie said after she thought for a
moment, "I'm thirty-seven years old and have had many relationships
with men of all ages so that is no problem."

	Lainie was being honest in her answer. Before she and Bob got
married she'd had a lot of boyfriends, many of whom were lovers. She
had dated and had sex with men of a variety of ages although few of
them were more than ten or fifteen years her senior. She enjoyed their
company and they obviously enjoyed hers as well. Since her marriage
ten years ago, the nature of her relationships with other men had
necessarily changed, but she still enjoyed chatting and flirting with
them whenever the opportunity arose.

	Bob was very proud of his wife. She was a very cute blonde
with a full figure that Bob found much more appealing than the, "skinny
Barbie doll" look of some of his friends' wives. On Lainie's 5'2"
frame her thirty- seven inch breasts and hips gave her a soft rounded
look. Some men might call her figure robust or even Rubenesque, while
others called it voluptuous. Bob called it perfect. Instead of
reacting jealously to the attention that Lainie got from most other
men, Bob viewed it as proof of her appeal. He took great pride in the
interest other men showed in his wife and loved to watch as she
flirted and teased them.

	Bob encouraged Lainie to wear tight clothes that emphasized
the fullness of her figure. He particularly insisted that she wear
jeans that were conspicuously tight. This caused the crotch seam to
pull up into the soft flesh of her pussy profiling the contour of her
slit. Lainie found this uncomfortable at first but soon began to enjoy
the looks she got and the erotic sensation as the denim fabric
massaged her cunt through her panties.

	Although Bob's attitude puzzled her, Lainie was quite sure
that Bob didn't know just how far many of his friends and co-workers,
especially Frank Collins, his boss, had gone in trying to get into her
tight jeans. Lainie had come to dread any occasion which might bring
her in contact with him. Just last month Jim Madison, one of Bob's
co-workers, had stopped by with some information that Bob wanted. As
he handed Lainie the package his hand brushed against her breast.
Instead of apologizing or just letting the matter drop as an accident,
Jim placed his hand directly on her breast and squeezed gently.

	"Hmmm, those ARE real aren't they?" he said as he took a
prolonged feel, "Very, very nice."

	Lainie was so shocked that she just stood there for a moment.
Then she ordered him to stop as she pushed his hand away. She thought
about telling Bob, but decided it wasn't worth the possible
aggravation.

	Lainie convinced Dr. Braden that she was qualified, and Dr.
Braden suggested that Lainie come into the office the next morning to
discuss the position in more detail. When Lainie pressed to find out
more about the job, Dr. Braden put her off saying they should discuss
that, "Tomorrow when you're here. I'm looking forward to meeting you.
How about coming in tomorrow morning at nine?"

	Lainie agreed to the appointment and began to look forward to
the meeting. Lainie called about several of the other ads she and Bob
had found the day before, but none of these other jobs had the
unexplainable appeal to her that the clinic position did.

	That night when Bob called, Lainie eagerly told him about her
conversation with Dr. Braden. She was careful to avoid telling him
about Dr. Braden's questions about her relationships with men,
however. She wasn't sure how this was relevant to the position, and
she doubted that Bob would be comfortable with this. She did promise
Bob that she'd tell him all about her interview when he called the
next night.

	The next morning Lainie was at the clinic fifteen minutes
early. This was a sign of how anxious she was about this possible job.
As she entered the outer office a chime announced her entry. There was
no one else in the room. The receptionist's desk was empty. A minute
or two after her arrival, the inside door opened and a tall scholarly
looking fifty-year-old woman peered through the door.

	"Hello. Are you Ms. Lange?"

	Lainie immediately recognized the voice, "Yes, I'm Elaine
Lange," she replied, "and you must be Dr. Braden."

	"That's right," she confirmed, "I'm glad you're early. I like
that. Please come in and let's talk."

	Lainie got up and followed Dr. Braden into her office. When
they were seated, Dr. Braden began by saying, "So tell me Elaine... I
hope you don't mind my calling you that and please call me Diane...
what do you know about the Life Enrichment Clinic."

	Lainie thought for a second, "I'm sorry Dr. Braden... I mean
Diane... but until I read your ad I'd never heard of you. I hope
that's not a problem."

	"Oh no. Not at all," Diane Braden assured her, "I just need to
know where to begin in explaining our work. I think it's best if I be
very direct with you about what we do. What I'm about to tell you may
surprise or even shock you. You may find that the problems that we
deal with or the methods we use to deal with them are distasteful to
you. If so, I understand. In all of the years since I established the
clinic, nearly half of the women I've interviewed for positions here
have found it impossible to participate in our program. Whatever your
reaction, be honest with me and don't be embarrassed about it. Do you
understand?"

	Lainie nodded her agreement as she thought, "This is getting
very interesting. I wonder what it's all about." She would soon find
out.

	"With that said," Diane continued, "you need to know first of
all that our clinic specializes in dealing with people... primarily
men... who suffer some form of sexual dysfunction. I assume that with
your master's degree you know what that means. Right?"

	Lainie's face brightened as she replied, "Oh, yes. I studied
that in school. You're talking about men who can't get it up."

	Diane Braden smiled at Lainie's use of the vernacular instead
of clinical terminology, "Yes, you've got the general idea. We deal
with men who can't get or maintain an erection, who can't achieve
orgasm or who are unable to satisfy their sexual partner because of
some other problem such as premature ejaculation or perhaps just poor
technique. Are you with me so far?"

	"Yes. I understand," Lainie replied.

	"Do you have a problem with that?" Diane pressed.

	"No, that's not a problem. I know from class that such
problems are fairly common. I've even had personal experience with
some of that. Some of my boyfriends couldn't always get it up."

	"That's good," Diane replied, "So tell me how you handled it
when your men couldn't perform. Were you able to be helpful, or did it
upset you or make you feel embarrassed?"

	"Well, they always ultimately succeeded," Lainie announced
proudly, "I guess I can say I've never met a man I couldn't get `in
the mood', so to speak."

	"That's great!" Dr. Braden continued smiling again at Lainie's
earthiness, "I take it then that you are comfortable with the subject
matter."

	"Oh sure. I'm comfortable with talking about sex. I guess I
don't understand though just where I fit in."

	Diane Braden took a deep breath before answering, "Elaine, we
use a very special form of therapy here. It's one which you may or may
not have learned about in school. Do you know what a surrogate is?"

	The puzzled look on Lainie's face answered Diane's question.
"Well, a surrogate is someone who performs a task as a substitute for
the one who would normally perform that task. Our clinic uses
surrogate therapists who serve as substitutes for our clients' regular
sex partners. Our therapists are specially trained to help our clients
to overcome their problems because in many cases our client's regular
sex partners do things which reinforce the problem instead of overcome
it. They may react badly and they may consciously or unconsciously be
part of the problem. Our therapists are trained to help our clients
respond differently and successfully when engaging in sexual
activities. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

	Lainie wasn't sure that she did understand all of what she'd
just heard, but one aspect of this arrangement seemed very clear.

	"Do I understand correctly," she began, "that you're looking
for women who are willing to have sex with the men who are clients of
this clinic?"

	Again Dr. Braden paused before answering, "First of all,
Elaine, I must make it clear that the relationship of the therapists
with the clients of this clinic is purely, by definition, clinical. We
seek to treat our clients' dysfunctions using a variety of techniques.
We view any sexual contact which may result between a therapist and a
client as of a very different nature than contact between two lovers
or, as some of our critics have cynically suggested, between a
prostitute and her john. There is a completely different purpose and
those that participate in our program must understand that and be
comfortable with it."

	"I hear what you're saying," Lainie replied, "and I think I
understand your point. On the other hand, I don't think my husband
would buy it. I think he'd just see it as, if you'll pardon the
expression, `screwing around'. I can't imagine that he'd like it at
all. I don't see how I possibly could do this. I am puzzled though by
one thing."

	"What's that?" Diane asked.

	"Well, my husband is the one who pointed out your ad and
strongly suggested that I call. He says he doesn't know what it was
about but I'm not real sure about that. It strikes me as odd that he
chose your ad as the first one I should respond to. He's going to find
it very ironic when I tell him what the job is."

	"I understand Elaine," Dr. Braden replied, "I noticed your
wedding ring when you came in. We have had a number of married
therapists over the years. Many of our most effective therapists, in
fact, are married. So far as I know most of their husbands are aware
of their work. I know specifically of several who wholeheartedly
support their wives work. However, I also know that some women are
doing it without their husband's knowledge, and although we don't
encourage that, it is also not our place to pass judgment or attempt
to make those decisions."

	Lainie found this revelation too surprising to speak. She
couldn't imagine couples accepting this sort of infidelity, but she
was intrigued by the idea.

	"The decision about your becoming a therapist depends first on
your own feelings about it. Then, it's up to you to decide whether or
not you want or need your husband's consent or support. How do you
feel about it, Elaine? Does this interest you?"

	If Diane Braden had known of the growing dampness of Lainie's
pussy, she wouldn't have bothered to ask that question. Diane had
accurately discerned Lainie's sensual nature, but she had no way of
knowing the depth of Lainie's lust and how it was about to affect her
behavior.

	Ever since her first experience in high school, Lainie has
loved sex. She particularly loved cocks and the way they feel when
they slipped into her and then exploded inside her. Lainie has studied
every one that she's seen carefully... and Lainie has seen... and
enjoyed... quite a few.

	Before she was married Lainie had many lovers. Once she got
married she maintained a monogamous relationship although she'd been
tempted a few times and she was finding herself fantasizing more and
more about her old lovers and even about some of the men she saw at
the grocery store or even on TV.

	"Personally, I love the idea," Lainie blurted in response to
Diane's question, "If I thought Bob would agree to it or would never
find out, I'd do it in a New York minute. That, I'm afraid, is my
problem."

	"I see your dilemma," Diane replied, "and I know that what
I've told you is a lot to digest in such a short time. Why don't you
take a day or two to think it through? Perhaps you can feel your
husband out. Since he was the one who directed you here, maybe he
already knows more about this than you realize. Everything I've
learned about you today tells me that you'd make a terrific therapist,
and I think you'd really enjoy it, but you must be comfortable with
your choice. Go home and think about it and talk about it and call me
tomorrow. OK?"

	"OK. Thanks for your patience. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Lainie replied as she got up to leave.

	"Lainie. I just had a great idea," Diane said as she put her
hand on Lainie's arm, "Would you mind if I had one of our married
therapists give you a call later today? You can chat with her about
how she feels about her job, and how her husband feels. What do you
think?"

	"That sounds interesting," Lainie answered, "but could she
call before two thirty. After the kids get home from school it would
be very difficult for me to carry on a conversation like this on the
phone."

	"I'll see what I can do and I'll call you as soon as you get
home," Dr. Braden agreed.

	When Lainie got home there was already a message on her
answering machine announcing that Joanne would be calling over lunch
hour.

	Joanne called promptly at noon. She and Lainie quickly hit it
off and had a very productive conversation. At first Joanne was
clinical and rather distant in her approach, but as they got better
acquainted, she loosened up a bit and revealed that she enjoyed the
sexual aspects of the job as much or more than the clinical aspects.
Then she really shocked Lainie. She said that her husband knew all
about what she did and that he "really gets off knowing I'm having sex
with other guys."

	"No shit!" Lainie responded, "That's weird."

	"Yes, for some people I guess," Joanne replied calmly, "For us
though it works very well."

	Joanne explained that she was currently working with six
clients... some once a week and some every two weeks. The sessions
each last two hours and her fee for each was seventy-five dollars.

	"That means I'm making about fifteen hundred a month for
working a little more than forty hours. Dick and I think that's pretty
good, especially since we're both having so much fun doing it. The
guys are really sweet too. Last week was my birthday and one of my
guys brought me some really sexy underwear. Of course, I modeled it
for him and then he fucked me really well. I kept the outfit on for
the rest of the day and showed them to Dick as soon as he got home. He
especially liked the gooey spot on my panties from the guy's cum. He
made me tell him exactly how it got there. Then he added a gooey spot
of his own."

	"You mean to tell me that you told him all about it?" Lainie
responded with surprise.

	"Oh sure. I always do. He insists on it. Every time I have an
appointment I have to tell him about it. If I suck or fuck the guy or
I get eaten, I have to tell him all the explicit details."

	"Doesn't that upset him?" Lainie asked quizzically, "Doesn't
he feel jealous?"

	"No. In fact he loves it. It always gets him excited. Whenever
I get fucked by a client I can always count on getting fucked again
that night by Dick. It's like a day/night double-header. In fact
sometimes, like yesterday, I get laid by two different clients. Then,
if I'm lucky and Dick is really feeling horny, I get it four times
when he matches each of the other guys."

	"Wow!" Lainie exclaimed, "I find it hard to believe that you
tell your husband everything. I've never told my husband about what
I've done... which I assure you is pretty limited... since we've been
married, at least. I can't imagine him finding it erotic at all."

	"I understand Lainie. I felt the same way until Dick found out
I'd been having an affair with a neighbor. In fact Dick caught us in
the act in our own bed. I thought Dick would be furious. Instead as
soon as the guy had run out the door, Dick was on top of me and in me.
I got fucked like I've never been fucked before. He said he didn't
understand it himself, but he got very turned on seeing me with
another man. Now he wishes he could watch me with my clients, but that
hasn't worked out. He does watch me when I do a couple of our friends
every few weeks though. In fact he watched me do that same neighbor
just last weekend. The guy came over to watch the baseball game, or so
he told his wife. The three of us spent a couple of wild hours in
bed."

	"Wow! That's incredible," Lainie remarked, "I envy you. I wish
I had such a relationship."

	"Lainie, I think you ought to join us. It sounds like you are
another woman who really loves sex. Believe me, if you love being
fucked or sucking a cock, then you need to experience the special
satisfaction of having a man slip his cock into you after you've
helped him get the first erection he's had in months or even years,
and the pleasure of feeling a man's orgasm as he cums for the first
time. That is really satisfying both sexually and professionally."

	"Joanne, I really appreciate your call. I think I'm convinced,
but I want to talk to my husband tonight and feel him out about it
too. Thanks for the call."

	"This really sounds like something I'd enjoy," she said to
herself as she hung up the phone, "Now if I can just think of a way
to get Bob to go along."

	That night when Bob called, Lainie didn't know what to say to
him. She did tell him that the clinic tried to help people... mostly
men... improve their relationships. She avoided mentioning that the
therapy was sexual in nature, but she did admit that the therapy could
be rather personal and that she doubted that it was appropriate for a
married woman. Somehow Lainie sensed that her husband was reading
between the lines. However, he offered no objections to anything she
said.

	"Sweetheart," Bob replied when she was finished telling him
about the interview, "I just know how good you are at making my
friends feel good. I think you have a special talent for that. Of
course the fact that you're such a sexy woman helps too. It sounds to
me like this is a job that you could do very well at. If you want to
know my opinion, I think you should go for it."

	"Are you sure Bob?" Lainie asked, "I mean does sound like it
would be very rewarding and a lot of fun, but are you sure you don't
mind?"

	"I'm all in favor. Go down tomorrow and take the job. I'll
talk to you tomorrow night. Good night. I love you."

	Lainie didn't sleep much that night. The things that Joanne
and Dr. Braden said bounced around in her head as did Bob's
encouragement that she take the job, "He still doesn't know what this
job is really all about," she kept reminding herself.

	The next morning Lainie was still uncertain about what to do
as she got the kids off to school and sat down for another cup of
coffee. Joanne's comments about how much she enjoyed the sex with
other men kept running through her mind and Lainie suddenly realized
that her panties were wet.

	"Damn it!" she muttered as she jumped up from the couch, "I'm
going to do it! At least I've got to give it a try." Instead of
calling Diane, Lainie decided to return to the Life Enrichment Clinic
in person. She quickly changed clothes and headed out the door. Diane
Braden was sitting in the reception room when Lainie entered.

	"Elaine! I'm delighted to see you. Does this mean that you're
going to join our staff?"

	"Yes, if the position's still available," Lainie replied.

	"Great! Do you want to get started right away?" Diane asked.

	"Sure. The sooner the better," the new therapist trainee
replied. Dr. Braden gave Lainie a brief run-down of the clinic's
procedures and then handed her a large packet of materials that Lainie
had to study and discuss with her before she would be ready to be
assigned her first client. During this training period Lainie would
spent her mornings working as the clinic's receptionist.

	"Having you work here will give you a better feel for what we
do," Diane suggested, "and it will help me out by taking some of the
busy work off my back. I'll pay you two-fifty a week while you're
training," Diane offered, "This will give you some income until you
start earning fees from clients."

	Lainie was very excited and eagerly took her place at the
reception desk. A few minutes before ten o'clock the first client of
the day, listed in the appointment book as Bill R, arrived. Lainie was
a bit nervous as she welcomed him and invited him to have a seat. She
began to calm down when she realized that he was even more nervous
than she. He told Lainie that this was his first visit to the clinic
so she tried her best to make him feel at ease.

	As the day went by and she got to greet more clients, Lainie
felt much more comfortable. Before she left for home Diane Braden gave
Lainie a brief run- down on the clients that she'd met that day.
Lainie was excited to hear about how much the clinic's therapists had
helped them.

	That night when Bob called he seemed almost as excited as
Lainie when he learned that she had gotten a job at the clinic. Lainie
was a little puzzled though at his tone when she said she would be
working as the receptionist. He sounded disappointed. She didn't know
what to make of his attitude, but she still didn't dare to suggest
that she would soon be working as a therapist.

	The second day at work found Lainie much more at ease... so
much so that as each client entered the waiting room she looked him
over carefully imagining what it would be like to be his therapist.
She fantasized about their cocks and what she would do to make them
hard. Then she imagined each of them entering her. By the time she
left work that afternoon her panties were soaking wet. When she got
home Lainie lay down on the bed and masturbated.

	"This job already is fun," she mumbled after she made herself
cum.

	By Friday, her third day on the job, Lainie's fantasies had
become very vivid and she was really getting into it. After each
client left the waiting room, Lainie pulled up her skirt and rubbed
her panty covered pussy while she imagined being in bed with the guy.
She even made herself cum twice. One time she barely had time to pull
down her skirt and try to look professional when she heard the inner
office door open as the client's session ended. Needless to say, by
the time she left for home her pussy was dripping and her panties were
soaked. As soon as the last client went into Dr. Braden's office,
Lainie ran out of the office and headed home. She knew she'd have to
freshen up quickly before Bob and the kids got home.

	When Lainie arrived home, she nearly went into cardiac arrest.
Bob had chosen this Friday afternoon to come home early, and he was
there waiting for her when she walked in the door.