Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Therapist (FM, cons)
Date: 30 Sep 1995 15:44:13 GMT

			       Therapy

	We had been having minor marital problems for some time now.
But lately it has become very serious. Rather than beat around the
bush about it I will just be blunt and simplistic, I'm horny. I have
done my darndest to be understanding about it.

	Now, I am not unattractive and have been told exactly that on
several occasions. As a matter of fact, a friend of mine (who has been
a helpful, but platonic, support lately) has constantly reinforced my
own positive feelings about myself, so that I know the problem is not
me.

	Anyway, we have talked about it at great length. I have been
very positive, certainly not ridiculing or accusative about it. So we
decided to see a therapist. This took some doing on my part, but we
eventually went. For several long weeks we talked about possible
problems and solutions, none of which seemed to be of any help. Then
the therapist started getting into what I would call the kinky
solutions. One that was mentioned was observing others making love.

	Now I know that in the past we have both enjoyed watching porn
videos and they have seemed to be a turn-on for both of us, but their
"effectiveness" seemed to have declined lately. Going home that night
we talked about just that. My husband, almost in desperation, said
that maybe we should try it, but how. The therapist hadn't been much
help in that.

	Then my husband, who up until this time has really not opened
up on this subject, admitted something which really surprised me (and
it must have been hard for him to say, too). He said he had a
recurring fantasy of me "making it" with someone else while he was
there. With great soul-searching that evening and the next day we
decided to try it.

	Now all we needed was a third party. This would be hard as I
didn't want an "unknown" or a "pro" or just anybody.

	Again my husband came to the "rescue." He "reminded" me of a
past "incident" where he had mistakenly assumed that passionate
letters and a couple of porno stories written by this friend of mine
were proof of my infidelity. (It had taken some doing to convince him
otherwise, but, eventually, he did believe me. This person and I had
never had anything approaching an affair, although the thought had
crossed my mind many times.) He suggested, believe it or not, my
friend, Jim.

	Now, I about fell out of bed, that's where he said it. I said
I would think about it.

	Well, I did, constantly for the next three days! I told my
husband that "it was worth a try." The next big hurdle was Jim.

	Jim was an enigma, but a nice one. He was mad, passionately in
love with me, but he refused to go beyond expressing it verbally,
although before we "got caught" he had massaged (not without passion
and feeling) my feet, hands and back (he was "into that sort of
thing"). And we had shared a chaste, but emotion-filled, hug on
several occasions. He also loved to write nice porn stories (sometimes
using our names in them as my husband, unfortunately, discovered) that
just seemed to possibly be rooted in reality. But they were nice
gentle stories and I sure liked to read them. Anyway, I was just not
sure what he would say. At first he didn't believe me, thinking it a
joke (he called it cruel). Then when I finally convinced him of the
genuineness of it he had reservations about the audience. To make a
long story short, he finally agreed.

	The day of the therapy arrived. Jim arrived as nervous and
uncomfortable as anyone I have ever seen, but my husband and I spent
an hour or so just talking. Jim never had gotten to know my husband,
needless to say, so this provided a good opportunity. My husband was
the one who was going to control the "tempo," so he suggested that we
all change into appropriate attire, bathrobes.

	In the bedroom, I reminded my husband that I needed some
preparation. Jim suggested that we put on some nice music and maybe
dance a little, even though he said he didn't dance well and hadn't
for years. My husband agreed and said he would just go off in the
corner and keep quiet. We should ignore him.

	I guess Jim could, or would, at least, try, as he came over to
me and put his arms around me. How nice that felt, he had a gentle
touch.

	As the music played, we just kind of drifted around a small
space, Jim just gazing into my eyes. I guess he still realized that my
husband was there as every time his back was to him he whispered that
he loved me and other delightful things that just sent me tingling. I
hadn't felt this way since I was a school girl and that was a long
time ago.

	For what seemed like hours we just floated around with his
blue puppy-dog eyes glued to mine. On and on we went. He stroked my
hair as he told me how soft and lovely it was. And he told me how deep
and blue and lovely my eyes were, how small and dainty and charming my
nose was and how full and sensuous my lips were. All of this, and
more, he said in very quiet tones that couldn't be heard beyond my
hearing. I needed only that for the juices to begin flowing. My heart
was all a twitter. Passion was in his voice, as well as his words, as
his gaze became even more intense. He never once took his eyes off of
mine and never took his gentle and loving hands off of me.

	Then very slowly, in time to the music, he pulled me to him
and we hugged, full length, as we had so longed to do. And it was
wonderful. Then I felt him stir. There was no mistake, his manhood was
rousing. The first movements were like a gentle touch on my groin,
like a hand gentle feeling for my warm, moist vagina. The "hand"
pressed harder and my heart quickened in response. I could feel his
breath catch and his heart beat faster, too.

	It was a incredible feeling and glorious time in my life. I
had never quite felt like this before. I had never quite felt that a
man wanted me quite like this before, not an object of lust so much as
wanting to share something with me. And I could feel my lust, a much
fought adversary in my life, was receding in favor of this new and
wonderful feeling of sharing of something wonderful, something
beautiful, sharing Love, "Love" with a capital "L". This man really
wanted to make Love to me because he Loved me, not just because I was
a desirable woman.

	This feeling, so new and foreign to me, was almost
overwhelming. My knees nearly buckled with the ecstasy of the moment.
Jim quickly grabbed me, holding me close in his arms.

	When I had recovered my balance he gentle held me out at arms
length and mouthed the words very clearly, "I Love you! No matter
what, I Love you!"

	Then he leaned down and kissed me for the first time. It was
heavenly. His kiss was warm, heartfelt and deeply passionate. As it
lingered, he gentle caressed my lips with his tongue until I consented
and parted them. For what seemed like minutes he explored everywhere,
beginning with my teeth and, like someone scouting new territory,
didn't miss anything. But it was done in such a way that I never felt
like he was invading me at all. I felt like, "Hey, Jim, this is me. I
want to share me with you, but take me along." And he did. I felt I
was with him the whole time.

	As Jim's tongue satiated its wanderlust, his hands had
discovered its. Very cautiously they began to ambled around my back as
they still held me close. From the middle they meandered to my
shoulders, in passing, giving them a few deep massage strokes that
released a lot of built-up tension.

	Exhausted from our first kiss he found my neck and playfully
kissed and licked it. Ooooooo. No one had ever done that to me before
and it felt so good. But his hands were not done. Eventually, almost
by accident it seemed, they crept down to my buttocks. Slowly and
sensuously his warm hands stroked me, not in a lewd way, more like
play. He didn't seem to miss a contour. The feeling aroused even more
of me, if that was possible, and I could feel that Jim was following
suit. Then his hands traced their way back to my shoulders.

	The music and audience were totally incidental, now, as once
again Jim held me at arms length, gazing into my deep blue eyes,
caressing me with his look and whispered words. His hands slowly and
cautiously slipped down until then rested on my breasts. His eyes
never leaving mine and his sweet words never stopping. For a few
moments they lay there comfortably. Then he apprehensively parted my
robe and his warm flesh found mine at last.

	As his hands gently cupped my firm breasts like they belonged
there, my already erect nipple found their rightful place in his kind
and sensitive fingers. With utmost tenderness they stroked the nipples
until they became as hard as his penis must have been (but,
unfortunately, I couldn't see).

	Then those Loving hands delicately parted my robe the rest of
the way and spontaneously, with no effort to moderate his voice, he
said, "My god, I never imagined you were so beautiful!" As if star-
struck, he just sort of stared with his mouth hanging open. His eyes
had obviously left mine. They slowly absorbed what seemed like my
entire being, as I let the robe fall to the floor. Again, I never had
the feeling of the slightest hint of lewdness, it was two people
sharing themselves. The feeling of this man in all honesty telling me
what I hoped was true, but was never quite sure, filled me with love
for him. The tears filled my eyes.

	"What have I done," he cried when his eyes again found mine
and he pulled me again close to him. Although his robe was not open,
his staunch penis could not be contained. I had not taken notice of
it, strangely enough, but I could feel that it was substantial. He was
restrained from holding me too closely by the protuberance. Now it was
my turn. I quickly pulled his robe open and parted my legs slightly
and pulled him as close as I could.

	Now I could feel his manhood and it was good. The warm
firmness felt heavenly against my moist labia. Just the struggling to
go from a wonderful embrace to a passionate kiss caused relative
motion between our genitals that nearly brought my climax. A deep
groan escaped Jim before our lips met.

	For ages we clutched together like lost children, not wanting
to be separate, fervently yearning to be one. His fully erect penis
felt comfortable against my perineum. Very slight motion from
subconscious sources within both of us kept the sensations tingling.

	When our kiss had run its course, Jim looked me in the eyes
once again, whispering, "I Love you more than life itself. What we
will do pales in its sight, but it is my only way to express my Love
physically. We can only be as one in God's eyes with this feeling I
have, He understands that if an action enhances life, not detracts
from it, it is good."

	Not waiting for a superfluous reply to these words, his hands
deftly and gently cupped my buttocks. He first pulled me away from
himself, then with a rocking of his hips, artfully guided his
magnificently erect manhood towards my awaiting vagina. As I made
contact with his glans, he paused. He carefully rubbed it against my
engorged clitoris causing me to gasp in joy. My wobbly legs could not
hold me up anymore, but his firm hands held me. As the ecstatic
caressing of my bud continued to drive me closer to the brink, he
whispered, "Knock, knock, Sweet Heart, may I come in?"

	He answered his own question, or rather his penis did as it
paused, crept lower and lodged itself in my ripe labia. The secretions
had paved the way for an easy entry. Between the ministrations of
Jim's gentle, but firm hands and the tenacious probing of his
gigantic, throbbing staff, the entry was made. Only our patience and
the continued urgency of our loins were needed now to assure complete
coupling. After a few minutes of delightful gyrations, squeezes, and
grunts and groans, he was nearly completely in me. The full feeling
was delicious.

	Since Jim was virtually supporting my whole weight anyhow, it
seemed like all that was needed was to close the door. I reached up
around Jim's neck, kissed him hard on the lips and pulled myself up
until I could wrap my legs around his loins. As I clutched him, his
splendid penis finally glided home.

	As Jim, with a great, but not unwanted, effort slowly made his
way to the bed, we vaguely became aware of a crooning voice from the
corner saying, "OK, I can take it from here, Jim... OK, Jim, I can do
it now... Stop!... Jim!... Jim!" But he finally realized that there
are some fires mortal men cannot extinguish. Out of the corner of my
eye I could see that he was going to take care of things on his own,
however.

	Jim climbed on the bed and with the utmost of tenderness laid
me down. There we remained locked, totally engaged. Jim had never
taken his eyes off mine. We lay linked in ecstasy for possibly fifteen
minutes, who knows, alternating between delicious deep gazing into
each other's very soul and long luscious kisses. The passion was
dripping everywhere, including the corner, I presumed.

	With nearly unnoticeable movement we began the Love Dance,
which I hoped would never end. With relentless strokes Jim made his
way into and nearly out of my warm, dark, moist grotto of joy. I felt
an integral part of Jim, we moved together as well- orchestrated
partners of Love.

	At one point, he unexpectedly withdraw his splendid shaft to
practically the point of loss of engagement. My heart skipped a beat
or two, but once again he begin the delightful journey inside of me,
his staff seemingly renewed in energy, expanded and extended. The
removal was sheer agony, but the return filled me with utter elation.
The strong thrusting of Jim's loins encouraged the turgid vein-studded
pole in its endeavors on its long exotic voyage.

	As the gentle rhythms of our convulsing pelvises gradually
increased in intensity, our breathing took on a certain urgency and
our pelvic spasms followed suit. My purposeful leg clutch- release was
finely tuned to the earnest thrust-lingering withdrawal of Jim's hips.
His magnificently sturdy and shimmering penis seemed to grow more
turgid with each stroke.

	Once again nature had turned the struggle between two adults
into a cavorting dance created by God as one of the last bastions of
joy in this troubled world. Jim's superb rock-hard, yet sensitive
penis, had met its passionate equal in the exquisitely soft and
sensitive, gloriously seductive, warm and lusciously moist Cave of
Love. We were oblivious to everything, but each other; the amazing
activities of our bodies, no longer in our control. All we could do
was cling to each other in rapture and let Nature take its course. Our
arms encircling each other, drawing us closer and closer until we
meshed as one.

	The only noises, imperceptible to us, was muted fluid noises
of our combined juices, a slight bed-centered squeak, our passionate
breathing and an almost imperceptible moaning somewhere off in the
distance.

	Precisely, as if on cue, our breathing became more like grunts
and groans as the heated motion of our bodies became more spontaneous
and impulsive and less restrained. As our exertion approached what
must have looked like agony to an observer, our sensuous groans became
a constant stream of erotic and carnal grunts. I attempted to control
our fantastic thrusts, just to make them linger, but to no avail.

	Then for one instant Jim withdrew his towering, flaming rod
and then blindly plunged himself to the hilt. I felt this last
gigantic thrust bring Jim into my previously unassailed inner sanctum.
Simultaneously, he erupted with a monstrous and guttural primeval cry.
I fought my urge to scream and did not succeed. A shriek of ecstasy
bubbled from me. "Oh, no, God! Don't let it be finished!" But I, too,
was finished!

	Our simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed. An enormous mass
of hot seminal fluid, seemingly Jim's total life's energy, spewed
forth to penetrate every cranny in me. As he strove to extract the
last vital drop, I clung to him for dear life. Our juices became too
much for me to contain, our essential life fluids mingled and flowed
freely over me and the bed.

	With utter joy, we lay spent in each others arms.