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Diary of a Sex Therapist

By: JennyWrites4Fun



People laugh when I tell them what I do for a living. They think I'm joking but when the laughter fades, the blushing begins and the questions start. You see, I am a trained, degreed, and licensed Sexual Therapist.

I studied long and hard to learn why the body works as it does (or as it is in most cases, why it doesn't). I've viewed countless porn films, still photos, websites; I've interviewed sex addicts, porn stars, rapists, and the normal Joe and Mary. I've also taken enough Psych credits to obtain my minor in Psychology. I explain all this because I take my work seriously and while I might have to service a patient in order to help him function normally, there's an altruism in what I have come to love...my job and the people who let me touch their lives, minds, and genitals.

As a sexual therapist, I employ a few methods to help others explore and enjoy their sexual selves. Mostly, I perform roleplay with my patients. I find that if they "act" with me, they can transfer their emotions over to me and be rid of what hinders them (we call this "transference").

After my internship and graduation, I decided to practice on my own. I placed ads in the most tasteful of papers and magazines and started a website. I've developed a system for weeding out those who need medical help, those who need my help, and those who just want a quick fuck.

One of my first patients was a lovely man of 35, Ron. He was tall and slender, blond and blue eyed. He came to me for a few reasons. First and foremost, his sex life with his wife had all but deteriorated after his wife gave birth to his children and this lack of intimacy was taking a toll on him emotionally. Second, he'd run into an old flame via the internet and was becoming obsessed with her. He thought he was over this woman until the recent contact and with her filling some of the void in his marriage, he was fearful of breaking his vows if he didn't do something STAT!

I spoke to him and his wife briefly. They signed the appropriate paperwork and agreed that I would counsel them separately and eventually together.

My first session with Ron started with discussing his childhood, his jobs, any sources of stress, medications and possible medical problems, and finally, the women he's loved in his life. I watched the way he breathed as he sat on the couch across from me. I took notes but found myself distracted by his crystal blue eyes. He seemed far more relaxed around me than I was around him. The words flowed from his full lips and I felt the temperature in the room rise when he began recounting stories from his past.

The woman that has caused him to be in such emotional turmoil was Tina. They had a tumultuous relationship. They'd met while working together at an overseas job. The small community of Americans in a foreign land is what kept them in constant contact. However, after a few months of on-again, off-again relationships, they finally moved on, or so they thought.

Fast forward to today. Ron's ex, Tina, from years ago found him through the internet. At first, they just caught up on how their lives had progressed, their kids, their jobs, etc. Despite the platonic exchange of e-mails, they found themselves slowly beginning to flirt. As they opened up to each other, he began to masturbate to thoughts of Tina whenever he could. They even began an online affair, complete with phonesex. And though Tina was not local to him and they both were married, they began to discuss a future meeting.

I asked Ron to describe some of things he and Tina did together sexually, when they dated and now, when they phonefucked. I watched the flush in his skin rise from his neck to his face as he told me about their first time together.

He'd taken Tina out for dinner and dancing and then they went back to his place. They kissed for what seemed like hours, their mouths perfectly suited to each other, their tongues in synch with each other, their hands exploring through clothes.

He whispered into her mouth, "I want to make love to you."

Tina felt a chill. She desperately wanted to sleep with Ron but since it was their first date and since they worked together, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea. Her body was willing, as was obvious from the scent of her excitement rising up her body and filling the room. Her mind was stalling.

"I want to. I really do. I'm just afraid that if I have sex with you now, I won't see you again" she told him.

He continued to kiss her and massage her breast in his hand as he persuaded her. "You will see me again...and again....and again..."

With that, she crumbled and consented. He raised her up on a piece of furniture, just the right height for his cock to enter her when they were ready. He removed his clothes as she watched, rapidly taking them off yet making a show of it for her. Then he began to undress her.

Ron spoke of her glorious tits. The soft, firm mounds of her breasts, topped with cherry tinted nipples, eager for his lips. He described her neatly trimmed mons, wet and warm to his touch. He kissed Tina more, his fingers exploring her entrance, and when she felt wet enough, he stood before her, wrapped her legs around his waist, and slid inside her pussy. This act must have really touched Tina because when they speak, she often recounts the story to him and how much she loved the position (before him, she'd only had sex on beds).

I could see a bulge forming in Ron's pants as he spoke about the first fuck. I dimmed the office lights and turned on some soothing music. As Ron spoke, I stood behind him and slid my hands down over his shoulders.

"Is this okay?" I asked. My touch interrupted him and he stammered but he gave his consent.

As he spoke (or should I say, sputtered), I began to undo the buttons on his shirt, lightly kissing his neck, which he now tilted so I had more access. Eventually, he stopped talking and began moaning.

"Did Tina kiss you like this?"

"Oh God...yes...she'd kiss and tongue my ears too."

With that, I nibbled the rim of his ear, causing him to moan loudly. My hands had undone all the buttons on his shirt and were now playing in the massive amount of hair on his chest (which was significantly darker than what was on his head). My warm breath tickled his ear as my tongue dipped gently into his ear. I saw his hands grappling for something to hold onto, unsure of whether or not he could touch himself or me.

"Would you like to undo your pants?"

"Yessss...."

"Would you like me to remove them for you?"

"Yes, please"

I stepped around the couch and kneeled before him. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders as he leaned down into me, then I undid his pants, peeling them down and removing them. His cock was leaving a trail of pre cum in his boxer briefs and I knew he needed to release his pent up frustration.

"Please, continue Ron. I am listening. While you speak, I will roleplay with you. I will be Tina. I will help you to release your tension and relax." And then I sucked over the wet spot on the boxer briefs, sucking his cock head through the cotton. He mumbled as I licked his cock through his undies, often times, incoherently. I stopped only to ask if what I was doing felt good to him and if he wanted me to continue.

"If you want me to stop, at any time, just say so and I will stop."

"No Doctor...this is wonderful. I need this more than you know."

"Call me Alanna, please" laughing but only after I'd completely pulled away from his cock.

"Okay, Alanna it is. Would you...can we...?"

"Certainly" I answered.

I peeled his waistband down and he lifted for me. The beautiful pink mushroom of his cock jutted out, just crying to be freed of his boxer briefs. As I lowered his undergarments, he began to tell me about the oral sex Tina once gave him during a break-up.

Though they both were dating others, they often visited each other. I made a mental note of that; the connection mustn't have been as broken as they'd thought.

She'd gone to him in the middle of the night. She'd been out dancing and drinking and smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and beer. Nevertheless, as soon as he saw her at his doorstep, he pulled her in, undressed her, and took her into his bed. They kissed and she worked her way down his wonderfully hairy chest, down that six pack stomach, to the blondish brown curls of his pubic hair.

As he described the act, I began to perform it on him. The idea was for him to experience one more time with Tina (of course, with me as Tina), so that he can get some closure and move on with his marriage and his life.

With his knees embracing my body, I brought my mouth to his cock and began to suck hungrily. I have to admit, I'm not always this zealous when I work with a patient but I found myself attracted to him beyond what would be considered professional.

I sucked his cock as though his cum were my life's blood; without that, I would not survive. I rolled my tongue under his shaft as he panted, stuttered, stammered. He guided me with coos of "oh yes, that's how she did it" or "oh god, tina...don't stop." I could feel my breathing intensify, my breasts heaving under my blouse, and a light perspiration forming on my face.

Ron's hand reached down and grasped at my hair. He began to lift his hips and pump upward, sinking his cock deep in my throat, often pulling my head up so he could see my face, then pushing me down again.

He warned me of his impending orgasm so I slowed my pace to a point where I could stop. By now, most men are so frustrated that they can't orgasm, so I either masturbate them, let them masturbate, or I fuck them. With Ron, I didn't offer him the other choices.

I removed my clothing slowly. His eyes never left me. I swear he followed every article of clothing and then devoured every curve of my body with those blue eyes. When I was completely naked, I stood before my patient as he sat. He ran his hands up the backs of my thighs and over my bottom. He leaned forward and kissed my stomach, nuzzling against me like a child would cuddle for safety. I stroked his soft, flaxen hair and then gently pushed him into a prone position.

Once on his back, I straddled his hips. Once again, I asked him, "Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything else in my life," he answered.

With that, I guided his large cock inside my womb. He was larger than most patients so I was easing him in slowly. I had to thrust back and forth on it before I could take his member entirely. Once he was snug inside me, I could move more freely. I learned to accommodate his girth and length with each successive session.

Leaning down, I pressed my breasts to his chest and kissed over his face.

"You need to find peace, closure" I told him.

"Oh yes" he moaned. "I think I can...with your help. Help me Alanna....don't stop...helping me."

His grunts filled the room and his hands gripped my hips tightly. He was pushing me down onto that massive cock and I almost had to ask him to stop due to the pain. I grabbed his hands and pried his fingers from my flesh, placing his hands on my tits. Now it was easier to control the thrusts; I was in control.

"Okay Ron. Here's what we need to do." I was panting so hard that I could barely spit out a full sentence.

"I need you to purge yourself....have that one last fling right now, right here and exorcise your demons. Let yourself go so you can let her go."

I felt his cock swell inside my walls. His face contorted, his teeth gnashed. He arched and bucked and sprayed his cum in me, stream after stream, using my body to cleanse his soul and set his spirit free.

I chose to kiss him again, gently, and lie on his chest as he held me, his cock still inside, his cum slowly oozing out. This was not normal protocol but then again, he was not my typical client.

I looked at the clock on my desk. It was time to end the session. I had to prepare for my next patient.

We dressed and as he left my office, he asked, "same time, next week, right?"

"Absolutely!" I responded. I didn't think he would need many more sessions but this was one case I didn't mind extending.

The End...for now

Diary of a Sex Therapist Ch. 2



After my first session with Ron, it was time to meet with his wife, Ellen.

Ellen was a few years older than Ron but you wouldn't have known it. She took great care of herself. Even after two children, she was in good physical condition (though she thought of herself as unattractive). She was blonde like her husband, with soulful, dark eyes.

She came from a religious upbringing where sex was thought of as dirty or purely for procreation. While Ellen had other lovers before Ron, she'd never completely given into her desires and was now frustrated to the point of sexual dysfunction.

As she spoke about her marriage, those large, dark eyes welled up with tears. I handed her my tissues as she told me her fear of losing her husband. She didn't appear to know about what was happening with Tina and Ron, but she knew something was wrong. She wanted to blame Ron but after her last child, her sex drive dropped so low that she just couldn't muster the energy or enthusiasm to make love to the father of her children. Every day that they argued about sex was another day of resentment and isolation. She'd become sexually and emotionally distant from her husband.

"Ellen, were you sexually satisfied with Ron before the children?"

"Yes Doctor....I mean Alanna..." wiping her sniffles as she spoke. "It's just that with the kids and our jobs, I just can't ever relax enough to enjoy myself or my husband."

"Talk to me about enjoying yourself." I wasn't sure if she was alluding to more than some Haagen Das and Sex And the City Reruns.

"Well, I'm embarrassed. I don't even masturbate anymore. I have lost my desire completely. I don't know what to do. I don't want to lose my husband."

I moved from my chair, over to the couch where her husband sat on his previous visit. I placed my hand gently on her knee and looked directly into her eyes.

"I think I can help you. This will take some time and you'll have to be open minded. You'll have to perform some exercises with me, and later, with your husband and myself. Do you think you can handle that emotionally?"

She smiled for the first time during our session. "Yes, yes. I'll do whatever it takes to keep my marriage."

Obviously, I couldn't break my confidentiality agreement with Ron so I had to teach her to make love to him the way Tina had...the way I did it every week when I saw him.

I also had to teach Ellen what it was like to be a woman; to fully explore the pleasures and titillate our every nerve ending until orgasm was imminent. My first plan of attack was to get Ellen to masturbate. I would assign it as homework and when she visits me, we can do it together so that I can see her progress as well as give her tips on technique and relaxation.

The next step would be to have Ron come in with Ellen for couples therapy. I would have them make love and provide instruction, as needed. While sex is a primitive instinct, it serves little purpose but for procreation. This couple didn't need to learn to fuck; they needed to learn how to pleasure each other to the utmost...to make love.

I discussed my plan with Ellen and assigned her the homework. I explained about the roleplay, the guidance I would give during their couples therapy, and then the step that usually concerns most wives: during their lovemaking, if either one is not fully stimulated or cannot perform an act the way his/her spouse craves, I would step in and join them. I would lead the exercise as an observer unless needed for hands-on (or mouth-on) assistance.

To my surprise, Ellen not only agreed but confided to me that while in college, she had a bi-sexual encounter. She'd never even told Ron about this affair because it only lasted a few months and she considered it a fling...something wild yet something shameful (her repressed upbringing was bleeding over into her life from early on).

"Look Ellen, if you want to create and maintain intimacy with your husband, you're going to have to be open and communicate with him completely." Squeezing her knee, I told her "Your husband is a good man and he loves you. He will understand and maybe, he will even learn something about your needs once you tell him. This isn't shameful..." I paused to tip her chin upward, to look directly into her weepy eyes..."Ellen, it was a time of discovery for you. It made you who you are today; the woman Ron loves."

She smiled at me and put her hand over mine. She squeezed my hand and mouthed softly, "thank you." We agreed that she'd confide in Ron before the next visit. For today, we still had 30 minutes left to our session and I thought we should 'jump right in.'

"Ellen, do you masturbate?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I just never feel like it. I'm tired from work, I've put on weight after the kids, I just don't feel sexy anymore. I haven't had a sexual urge in my bones in ages."

"I'd like to help you," I said as I slid my hand along her thigh, edging my hand up the hem of her skirt, caressing her stocking clad thigh as I inched my hand upward. "Is this okay Ellen? If you want me to stop, I will. I need you to trust me and feel completely comfortable with me and with your therapy."

"Yes, Alanna, it feels quite nice actually. Your touch is much less aggressive than my husband's. I wish he would just be gentle and slow" purring as her voice trailed off and her body slid down the cushion. Her head tilted back into the sofa back, she sighed. Her body slumped in such a way that I could tell she was relaxing and fully trusted me.

"Ok Ellen. Lets try this" I said as I deliberately pushed her skirt up, both hands massaging up her thighs now, moving over her so as to straddle her. I placed my lips to her ear and whispered so she could feel my breath on her ear, "Ellen, pretend I am Ron. Tell me what would please you. Teach me to touch you, kiss you, love you. I am Ron, your loving husband...help me love the woman I married."

"Alanna, I can't. This is a little strange for me. You're not Ron, you're my therapist."

I got Ellen's permission to blindfold her to help us with this roleplay. Once blindfolded, I resumed caressing her, straddling her, breathing heavily on her flesh and grazing her lips and cheeks with my face.

Her hands grasped mine as she moaned and turned her cheek toward my lips. She held my hands to her legs as her ass wiggled into the sofa seat. "Oh Ron...I want you to be patient, to love me not just fuck me. You come at me like an animal at times. Keep doing what you're doing now....slowly, gently."

I trailed my lips along her face and down her throat. Her arched neck gave me ample space to plant light kisses, trailing them down to her clavicle. Her blouse blocked my access to her breasts so I moved my hands from her thighs, up to her breasts, and gently cupped her breasts from outside the blouse. Her smallish breasts filled my hands and I groaned (as manly as I could) as I kissed her neck, thumbing over her hard nipples, feeling her melt under my hands and my lips.

The clock on my desk kept time far too well...and stopped us there. The soft beep interrupted my kisses and my touch. I made my apologies as I pulled away from her but she grabbed my hands, holding them to her tits.

"Doctor....please....don't stop yet. If there's no one after my appointment, I will pay you to continue. I haven't felt like this in so long. Don't stop yet."

I checked my appointment book and found that I had 30 minutes more between clients. I agreed to pro-rate her session and continue. I asked if she wanted to keep the blindfold on but she declined. Secretly, I think she was enjoying a womanly touch more than she wanted to admit.

I sat next to her and slipped the blindfold over her head, removing it. Her hair mussed a little but she didn't seem phased. She looked directly into my eyes. I stood and undid my skirt. I let it drop to the floor as she watched. I stepped out. My practically bare lower half before her. She licked her lips at me as I knelt before her - perhaps from lust, perhaps from sexual parchment taking its toll.

I reached under her skirt, pushing it up to her waist, and pulled her stockings and panties down. I laid them on the sofa beside her. Then I went over to the seat I use when I'm listening to my patients...my "doctor" chair. I slung my one leg up and over the arm of the chair, pulled my panties aside, and told Ellen to do what I do.

While Ellen was comfortable with me touching her, she was not as comfortable touching herself. She slid lower on the sofa so her legs could open widely. I urged her to explore and caress her body; to follow my lead. Together, we both caressed our outter lips, the length of our slits, the area where our thighs meet the body (the lovely hollow whose name escapes me), and finally, our clits.

I watched as her face deepened in a sex flush, while I began to perspire lightly. Together, we rubbed and caressed, watching from a distance, mirroring each other's touch. I varied my pace and speed according to Ellen's. I observed how close she would get, then stop. I had to step in. She would get close to experiencing her orgasm, her womanly right, and then stop. Whatever her motivation to deny herself pleasure, my goal was to focus on moving past the reason and to help her learn to enjoy herself.

I asked Ellen to lie back on the sofa. Her flushed face and sleepy eyes looked up at me as she did as told. I sat on the edge of the sofa, next to her, and as she rubbed her clit, I undid her blouse, removed it and her bra, only her skirt remained, wrinkled around her waist.

I reached for a quill pen on my desk. The long, white plume was full and soft. As Ellen touched her loins, I trailed the feather over her breasts. Her nipples stiffened and seemed to ache for the touch. I kept the feathery touch constant but equally gentle, trailing it up and down her breasts, nipples, down her stomach, over her mound, around her fingers that were now frantically fumbling with her clit.

I had Ellen raise her legs so her knees were to her chest, her pussy and ass open to me. I ran the feather in her nethermost regions, teasing and titillating her. All around her entrances, circling her tight anus with the feather, then tickling her with the tip of the feather at her vagina. Ellen's sensativity was being heightened for the first time in years.

I paused and excused myself for a moment. I put the quill back and went to my mini-refrigerator. I pulled an ice cube from the ice tray and joined Ellen on the sofa again.

She'd stopped touching herself and was sucking her fingers when I sat next to her again. Her lips looked incredible as she savored her juices from her fingers. A woman who barely touched herself, who was hesitant, was now sucking her fingers clean...ah, Progress!

I held the ice cube in the pads of my fingertips and ran it along her breasts. A cool trail of water appeared on her warm, lightly perspiring flesh. I drew a wet line down the flat of her stomach to her trimmed pubic hair. I had her pull her knees up again, and while she masturbated, I ran the cube in her folds, fucking her with the sensation of hot cunt and cold ice.

The ice was melting away rapidly. With so little left of the cube, I began to touch her pussy. I explored her with my fingers, kissing her face, whispering kind words into her ear. I slid a finger into her chilly vagina...then a second one. I felt her bearing down on my fingers and whispered to her "Don't stop....let it go darling."

Her face contorted and my fingers felt locked into a vice grip as she came for me. Her moans were so loud that I worried my next patient (who was in the waiting room) might hear her. Her cum gushed down over my fingers, down to my knuckles. Her breathing was deep but slowed...the color in her face, neck, and chest evened out. I withdrew my fingers from her but before I could reach for a tissue, she grabbed my hand, sucked them into her mouth and cleaned her juices from my fingers.

"God Alanna....thank you!"

I smiled at her and began to dress. "I didn't do anything special Ellen. You were yourself. You just needed to let yourself go, relax. Tonight, when you go home to Ron, I'd like you to think about today and discuss it with him. Get his feelings on our session, see if you can repeat it with him."

Ellen slid her panties and stockings back on and redid her bra and blouse. "I will try. I'm more comfortable talking with you than I am with him."

"Don't worry Ellen. We'll have joint sessions too."

The buzzer went off on the alarm. Our session was up. We scheduled the next visit as a couples session for Ellen and Ron....more to follow. 



Diary of a Sex Therapist Ch. 3



Ellen and Ron returned for their first couples' session the week after Ellen's visit with me.

They looked so uncomfortable with each other. Ellen's smile was so fake that I thought her face would crack. Ron hardly looked at her when she spoke. Both of them faced me squarely and with a look of such pain, and need, on their faces.

They'd done the homework I'd assigned them. They were talking a little more about what they want from each other, emotionally and sexually. However, they were not making the progress they'd hoped for. I reminded them that it had only been 3 weeks since we'd met and that they should stick with their therapy. I assured them that in time, they'll see results.

I asked if they'd made love at all since our visits. I looked at Ron first. Initiating sex with his wife, with a conscience free of Tina, was supposed to be his homework. It was obvious that his attempts were not being met as enthusiastically as he might like.

I asked Ellen if she was masturbating regularly and if she was including Ron during this, or not. Before Ellen could answer, Ron piped up.

"No, she's not including me! I don't know if she's doing anything but it's not with me. I tried to touch her. I tried to..." he just looked away from us both as his voice trailed off.

Ellen shot him an icy look.

I tried to calm them both. There was such tension between them and we needed to convert it from angry tension to a passionate, loving tension.

"Ron, let Ellen speak. Ellen, are you rebuffing Ron's advances?"

She looked at her shoes as she replied, "yes."

"Ellen, can you tell Ron 'why' you don't respond to him? Do you talk about this with him?"

She started to answer but I instructed her to turn to her husband and face him. I sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of the couch and placed her hands on his, creating a bond of intimacy that seemed to escape them both on their own.

She tearfully began her list of reasons. Despite all her reasons, there was still a woman inside, needing to be released, unleashed.

When Ellen finished speaking, I moved Ron's hand to her tear stained face and had him wipe her tears. I encouraged him, "touch her," I told him. He wiped her face and pulled her closer.

I then sat behind Ellen, my dress pulled high so I could wrap my thighs around her. I wrapped my arms around Ellen too, and laid my cheek against the base of her neck.

Ron's hands were between Ellen's back and my breasts and I could feel him rubbing up and down her back gently, while stimulating my nipples. I smiled over Ellen's shoulder at him. I raised up on the cushion, on my knees, and over Ellen's shoulder, I told Ron to kiss his wife.

Their kiss was not that of man and wife; more like an awkward first date kiss of teens. From behind Ellen, I stroked her hair and reached over to caress Ron's head. I whispered soothing words to encourage them. "Yes, that's it. Very nice. Now open your lips....accept his tongue." The kiss became more passionate with the aid of my words and my caresses.

I moved Ron's hands to Ellen's breasts. "Don't stop kissing, keep going." She went to pull away but I instructed her to accept his love and feel his hands on her...how exciting they must feel, how stimulating, how hard her nipples must be getting as he massages and lovingly pulls at her breasts through her sweater.

I moved beside them, back on the coffee table. I had them slowly begin to undress each other. I instructed them to prolong the foreplay...to savor the look, feel, and scent of each other as they unfolded the flower that was their bodies. As each piece of clothing was discarded onto my office floor, smiles and kisses were exchanged. Soon, they were both completely naked.

They were ready for the next step. I asked them what they'd like to change about their own lovemaking style and what they'd change about their mates' style.

For Ellen, she wanted more of what most women want - more foreplay. Outside the bedroom, she wanted to wined and dined before 69'd. In the bedroom, she wanted more kissing and more oral sex and she needed to silence her inhibitions and share her fantasies with her husband.

Since the sessions are only 45 minutes, we could only handle one problem at a time. The wining and dining would have to be done as homework. They made a commitment to call a sitter when they got home so they could spend one night a week out, sans children.

As for in the bedroom, we'd already started with her desire for more kissing. So it was Ron's turn to taste his wife.

She laid back on my couch. He kissed his way down her body until he got to her mons. He parted her legs and gazed at her beautiful body. I had him caress her skin lightly, trailing his fingertips and nails down her flesh. His cock was fully engorged and I knew he was dying for attention of his own, but it would have to wait.

He spread her lips open, lowered his mouth to her trimmed pussy and blew along her inner lips. I watched Ellen's facial expressions as he did this. She seemed to be having trouble relaxing. I asked if it was my presence, offering to leave them but they both asked me to stay.

Since Ellen didn't look like a woman who was enjoying herself (I would've gladly taken her place), I began massaging her breast. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, down her neck, touching her breasts while Ron began his oral lovemaking.

Ellen's grimace disappeared as we both worked on her. She began to smile, eyes closed, hips wiggling under Ron's face. Her hands were pushing my mouth onto her breasts, obviously wanting me to suck her nipples, and her husband's head down into her dripping wet pussy. Her sex was filling the room....or was it mine?

I flicked my tongue over her stiff pink nipples, looking down at Ron, watching his golden head bobbing between her creamy thighs. He sucked at her outer folds, licked at her clit, suckled it. At times, he would fuck Ellen with his tongue and she'd arch under my mouth, pushing her breasts up into my mouth.

She was moaning and writhing and a light sweat was forming on her brow. Her cries resounded in my small, cozy office. She began to tear at the buttons on my dress as she gave into the passion of her husband's mouth.

I pulled away and slipped my dress off. I removed my bra and panties but left my thigh high stockings on.

"Alanna, join us," Ellen panted.

I asked Ron if it was alright with him and he stopped consuming his wife's cunt long enough to grab my head, pull me to him, and kiss me. I took that as a "yes."

I could taste Ellen as well as smell her. My tongue pushed into Ron's mouth, swirling her juices between us. As we kissed, I reached for Ellen's hand and placed it on her clit, hinting for her to touch herself. She fingered her hard nub and I slid my finger inside her, all the while, tasting her from her husband's mouth. I felt her cunt bearing down on my finger; her g-spot swelling under my constant pressure. I knew Ron was in need of attention too so I withdrew my finger and slipped his hand to her pussy. He began to caress and fingerfuck his wife as she masturbated.

I moved down to my knees, kissing my way down Ron's manly chest and rippled stomach. I quickly took his cock into my mouth while he digitally penetrated his wife. Not only were Ellen's moans filling my office, Ron's now were too.

His body slumped back against the back of my couch; his ass on the edge of the couch. I dutifully and deliberately slurped and sucked at his cock. While doing this, Ellen began to watch.

She got up on her elbows and focused on the oral sex I was giving Ron. She didn't appear jealous. She was observing. Ron had stopped fingerfucking her and she moved off the couch, beside me. She got on her knees, side by side with me, and watched as Ron's cock disappeared into my mouth and then reappeared, covered with his pre-cum and my saliva.

I sucked up to his crown and tilted my head to watch her face. She obviously wanted to suck her husband's cock so I moved aside and placing my hand on her head, I guided her pretty face down on his penis. The look of bliss on Ron's face was beyond words.

We took turns sharing Ron's cock. His hands stroked our heads, shoulders, down our spines. At times, he'd grab a handful of hair and emit a guttural moan. As stimulated as Ellen might be, I decided guide them into intercourse so she could mount her husband, giving them both pleasure while affording her the opportunity to masturbate as well.

I had Ellen mount Ron, straddling his lap but facing away from him. His hands firmly planted on her hips, Ron raised Ellen up, then lowered her down onto his large cock.

I watched as her lips were spread open by his shaft, as his cock filled her so thoroughly, as her body arched and her breathing became deeper. I sat across from them, watching his cock glisten with her juices as he used her pussy to masturbate his cock.

"Ellen, touch yourself now" I instructed her. Like Ron, if she masturbated using his cock and her finger, she could derive pleasure from this too.

Her fingers slid down and she began to massage her clitoris. Ron's moans became louder as she tightened around his shaft. Her breathing was becoming more shallow.

"Yes, that's it. That's right. Don't stop. You're both doing so wonderfully!" I encouraged their sex but couldn't help but wish I were Ellen at this moment. Since I couldn't take her place (which would be wrong), I could only do the next best thing. I joined them.

I laid back on my coffee table and placed my legs over Ron and Ellen's intertwined thighs. My ass hung over the edge of the coffee table but I was able to support myself, at an incline, thanks to their legs elevating mine. My pussy was positioned just above Ellen's mons.

As Ron began to fuck his wife more forcefully, his hips pushed her upward and she'd graze against my pussy. My hand was trapped between our bodies as I masturbated with Ellen. Her eyes would open, gaze down at me, they'd moan, and I knew she was enjoying his cock and my show.

Finally, I heard Ron's cries of ecstasy as he began to shoot his seed into his wife. Her moans became shrill. Unable to control myself, and motivated by their sounds, I also began to orgasm.

They settled a little faster than I did but waited until I was finished climaxing before they spoke.

The alarm on my desk clock went off and we all laughed at the great sense of timing it had.

I stood to turn the alarm off and we all dressed. I scheduled their next appointment...a new experience. The next appointment would involve hired models to display sexual techniques for them to watch, simulate, and enjoy. Until then...