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Counseling Mike & Julie

By: Sex_Junkie



"Un-fucking-believable," I said in a low disgruntled tone as I hung up the phone. My pet just looked at me inquisitively, waiting for me to explain. She knew I was annoyed even before my remark, as 2AM phone calls tend to do that to me. 

My look seemed to communicate the problem to her before I even spoke, "Julie and Mike again?"

"Yes, again, why they cannot learn to work these things out without involving a mediator is beyond me. You would think two adults could at least talk out their problems without this bullshit every weekend." 

"Are you going over there?" 

"Yeah, I would rather wait until tomorrow but apparently Julie went a little off the deep end and Mike is bleeding and threatening to call the cops." 

"Should I wait up for you?"

"Yeah, actually, I you should. I may have an idea to put an end to this so don't be surprised if the phone rings and I need your help."

Again, she looked at me like she was trying to solve a puzzle but she just nodded and got up to start a shower. Heh, even at 2AM she insisted on looking clean and fresh if there was a possibility of being in front of other people.

I slipped on some sweats and made my way over to the neighbor's house, the source of my aggravation for the evening. We had all been together for most of the evening, dinner, drinks, and an unexciting card game that left us fairly bored. We enjoyed these evenings with Mike and Julie for some reason. They were an interesting couple, always baiting each other into little arguments when they had an audience. They even tried cheating at the card game tonight just to annoy each other. My wife and I found it amusing yet sad at the same time. We had talked about their relationship quite a bit and had hoped that we could somehow help them see how much they truly loved each other so they could get past the silly mind games that should have ended long before they got married. Naïve of us to think this way I guess, but we liked them individually and considered them to be friends, so naturally we wanted to help but had tried to be careful of sticking our noses where they didn't belong. Not that we really needed to be concerned about that, since it had become routine to receive these late night phone calls to help referee their childish spats for the past couple of weekends. All the same, I was growing tired of being involved in their games when I should be having great sex with my pet and it was compounded by the fact that nothing we tried seemed to help them move on to enjoying each other instead of constantly looking re-engage each other on a psychological battlefield.

I was a little surprised when Julie answered the door. First, Mike always answers, and second, she was standing there red-faced, wearing nothing more than a nightshirt and panties. She was the one who actually called, so she knew I was on my way over and I would have anticipated she would at least put some sweat pants on. God she was sexy. Her flush face and heavy breathing told me her senses were on full alert after whatever had just taken place between her and Mike and it just came across as primal. Overcoming my initial shock, I made my way in the house and lightly squeezed her arm, hoping to give her reassurance that everything would be ok. I then noticed Mike standing in the opening of the sliding glass door that lead out to the patio. His shirt was stained with blood that had made it's way unwillingly from his nose and mouth and it was much more of a scene than I had envisioned from the conversation I had with Julie on the phone. I honestly thought she was over-selling the bloody mess she had described, as she tends to exaggerate a bit, but no, Mike was truly messed up. He stood there smoking a cigarette and looking at me hopelessly as if to say, "What the hell am I supposed to do?" I could see the embarrassment on his face and I tried to be casual about things when I asked him if he was ok. He just shrugged and chuckled as he said, "Not really, but I'm sure I will be." That was Mike for you, evening when standing there in front of his friend with blood drying on his shirt from his wife's tirade, he still managed to stay positive. I knew it was driving him crazy though and I asked Julie if she would mind giving us a minute alone.

Julie shrugged and stomped off muttering something about typical male tag-teaming on a woman, blah, blah, blah… I ignored her for the moment, as I wanted to hear Mike's version of what went on before I talked with Julie. Mike tried to be casual about the whole thing and explained that it was just an argument that got out of hand and the next think he knew, Julie was lunging toward him with fist flying. Before he could put up a guard, she had connected with his nose straight on and managed to scrape his lip pretty good with that huge rock on her finger. He confided that he was concerned about going to sleep with his wife still in the house and he had given her a choice of calling the police or me. I thought this a little melodramatic but tried not to let on. Deciding she'd rather air their dirty laundry with a friend instead of the whole neighborhood, Julie called me and here we all stand, trying to figure out what to do next. He apologized for waking me and told me how embarrassed he was for me to see him this way. I just told him not to worry about it, things could always be worse. We both sort of grinned when I said that because neither of us could really imagine how they could be, but it at least broke the tension a little.

I told Mike to have a seat in the living room and I would go find Julie, "Then we'll sit down and talk this thing out and find out what it is that has the two of you at odds all of the time."

I found Julie in the kitchen, fixing herself a drink. "Hey, got one of those for me?" She just sneered at me and pointed to the bottle on the counter. Guess I was supposed to help myself. I gently grabbed her arm and bent down to look into her eyes. I said, "I'm really not here to take sides you know." She sort of made a face of acknowledgement and started to fix a drink for me as if to apologize. As she handed me the glass, I sat it down and reached out to hug her, again, trying to offer her reassurance that I was there as a friend to both of them and not looking to take sides. I was reminded of how she was dressed as I could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her nightshirt. This girl was still jacked from attacking her husband and there was no way a drink was going to calm her down. I held her at her shoulders and looked into her eyes as I asked her if she was ready to sit down and talk this out. She sighed and nodded and reached for the drinks again. I mentioned that she would be taking a good first step if she were to bring one for Mike as well. She grunted at snickered a little but nonetheless, she filled a third glass to take in for her battered husband. I knew this was going to be a long night, as she still had not spoken to me since the phone call.

We found Mike waiting for us in the living room with his hands pressed to his cheeks, trying to figure out how he had managed to find himself in this kind of mess again. I should explain that Julie is Mike's second wife and his first marriage ended in much the same fashion this one was heading. Constant arguments that culminated in his wife attacking him and finally, it was too much for both of them and they filed for divorce. Having gone through it once, Mike was desperate to find a way to make this relationship work and I knew it from other conversations we had and the events of the past few weekends. The frustrating thing for me as their friend was, I could tell that these two desperately loved each other, they just could not find it in themselves to show respect for one another and it always lead to problems. The crux of the problem seemed to me to be that Mike just could not put his foot down without putting it in his mouth. The arguments they had in front of me were always one sided with Julie shouting and Mike trying to appease her. The funny thing was, Mike would start most of them by doing and saying things that would play on Julie's insecurities. He would point out every flaw in a condescending way and try to make her feel intellectually inferior to everyone else in the room. Julie would respond the only way she knew how, with anger that had now risen to the point of violence. I had tried to point this out to Mike but he seemed to be oblivious to his own actions and just did not understand how, even if I was right, it justified Julie coming at him with such venom. Julie on the other hand, could not bring herself to listen to my previous advice of ignoring Mike's stupid comments and responding with loving actions instead of anger. No, neither of them was willing to give an inch and I was not in an enviable position to say the least.

We were all seated now, Mike in a chair and Julie and I on the couch with my position being in between the two of them. I asked Julie to tell me about what happened and she just told me that it was pointless since Mike had already told me and she didn't think I would believe whatever she had to say anyway. Already knowing what I was going to do to try to help them tonight, I looked at her and told her in a more stern voice that I wanted her to tell me what happened and stop playing games with me. While I knew what I planned to do tonight, I had to test the waters and see if my hunches were right. To Mike's surprise, she relaxed and started to tell me what had lead to her husband being a bloody mess. I listened intently as she told the story. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly the same as Mike had relayed to me. She told me that Mike was nagging her ever since they had come back from my house for the evening and would not stop with the snide comments. Apparently Mike had been playing the head games again and making her feel like he was embarrassed to be seen with her and so on. Mike kept trying to interrupt and whenever he did, I would stop him and remind him that it was Julie's turn and he would get to talk after she was finished. Julie seemed to appreciate this while it just aggravated Mike, which is what I intended. Julie finished by describing her attack on Mike, "I had nothing left to say and this feeling just came over me. My heart raced, my legs shook, and I just screamed as I balled my fist and flew at him." She looked down at the floor and I knew there was more she wanted to tell me but I left it alone for the time being.

I asked Mike if he wanted to say anything else and of course, he did. Mike tried to explain that he did not mean to make Julie feel like she was an embarrassment but rather was trying to help her see how making a few small changes in the way she acted when she was with another couple might help her with her insecurities of being intellectually inferior. He was merely trying to help and she misinterpreted what he had said. He finished by telling us that he thought the conversation was actually going well between them when she suddenly came at him in a fit of rage, completely catching him off-guard. I said, "You mean fit of passion don't you?" Mike looked at me like I had just made some kind of crude comment about their family. Julie, on the other hand, had a look on her face that was almost hopeful, like I had discovered a deep secret that she had been dying to let out.

After the awkward moment of silence, I broke the ice and asked, "Do you both trust me enough to relive the argument you had tonight with me being the director and making changes where I feel they need to be?" "You are obviously not in a good place in your relationship and I don't really think you have anything to loose. You've trusted me enough to call me over the past couple of weekends to referee these squabbles after the fact, why not trust me enough to give this a try?" I added, "The only stipulation I have is that you both do whatever I tell you, no questions asked. Agreed?"

Mike reluctantly agreed if Julie was willing to try. Julie in a partly excited, partly suspicious response, also agreed to give it a try. I told Mike to go change his shirt and excused myself for a moment to go call my pet. I told her to come over in about 30 minutes and to bring, "the bag." 

"You're kidding?"

"No," I said, "bring it and be here in 30 minutes. I also expect you to be wearing the outfit I bought you last week. While you're at it, put on a light coating of that cherry flavored body lotion I like. See you in 30, we're going to put an end to this tonight."

She almost squealed from her excitement, "Yes baby (I prefer this to the sir or master shit most people think is so empowering), and if you're planning what I think you're planning, thank you so much for the treat." My pet had always thought Julie had a great figure and often confessed her fantasy to me of going down on her and bringing her to a mind-blowing orgasm while I watched. I knew from my read on Julie that I was going to enjoy myself tonight and help a couple of good friends while doing it, no reason I shouldn't involve my pet as well.

I returned to the living room to find Julie and Mike staring at each other intensely and I reminded them they were not suppose start without me. I started by explaining to them that this was a role-playing experiment and it was less important for their re-creation to be accurate and more important that they follow my direction without questioning it. They both nodded and I told Mike to start with the first comment he made that seemed to get his wife upset.

He looked at her and said, "I wish you wouldn't find it necessary to try to cheat at a silly card game just to try to beat me at something. How do you think that looks to our friends when you do that?"

"About the same as it does when you do it," she responded.

"Well at least when I do it, I am not as blatant and obvious about it."

"Oh yeah, you're the master of deception aren't you?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying that there's a right way and a wrong way to do everything."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. A right way and a wrong way to cheat at cards and get under your spouse's skin? No wonder she clocked him. Still, I could see by the glow in her eyes that what she was feeling was not disdain. She was obviously heated, but it was screaming of passion, just as I had suspected.

"Oh yes, Mr. Never does anything the wrong way, even cheating. Why am I not surprised?"

I looked at Mike and I could tell under his calm exterior he was also getting heated and with a passion that matched his wife's. Unfortunately, it came out as anger. His wife was right and because he arrogantly considered himself to be intellectually superior, he just could not accept it. Consequently, he continued to argue his point and the frustration grew for both of them. What was happening under the surface was, Julie continued arguing in hopes that Mike would see she was right, admit it, and confirm to her that she was good enough for him. Mike, on the other hand, was trying to win a losing argument because winning when he was wrong was more confirmation of his superior intellect than winning when he was right. What neither of them could see was what the other needed, which was basic acceptance and a release of the passion they felt for each other deep down inside. Passion that was so strong it almost hurt. Hell, it did hurt Mike, evidenced by the bloody nose he had earlier.

While they were re-living their argument, I had made my way around the room lighting some scented candles and finally dimming the lights. They were so focused on each other they didn't notice me until the room was lit to a dim glow. They paused, both breathing deeply and staring deep into each other's eyes, neither willing to give. I told them to stop and listen to the silence for a moment. I took Mike's hand and placed it in the middle of Julie's chest. "Do you feel her heartbeat?" I asked. He nodded, taking a deep breath. I then looked at Julie and asked, "Do you feel the heat in his hand, his pulse through his fingertips?" She too nodded and took a slight step forward to force his hand to press a little harder on her chest.

"Julie, earlier, when you were describing your attack to me, you left something out didn't you?" She nodded. "Don't be afraid to admit it to Mike, tell him what it was."

"Well…before I came at you, I could feel my heart pound, I was breaking out in a sweat, and the moisture between my legs was growing, my nipples had grown rigid and ached, and when I finally started swinging at you, it was a substitute release for what I really wanted, which was to relieve my body's need to orgasm.

I looked at Mike and told him to slide his hand to his wife's breast and see if her nipples were responding the same way now. Her reaction told me he found what I expected he would. She closed her eyes and took in a breath as his fingers rolled over her hard nipple. Her chest raised and she reached out to hold his shoulder for balance. 

"Julie, are you still angry?" I asked. "Yes, I am, but I can't help the other feelings I'm having, my body is so charged with sexual energy, I just don't understand."

"That's ok sweetheart, you will soon and so will Mike. Now Julie, I want you to slide your fingers inside your panties and coat them with your juices. Take them out and put them up to Mike's mouth, but don't let him taste them." She did as I instructed. "Now Mike, can you smell your wife's sweet scent?" He nodded. "And are you ready to taste her, make her anger go away and leave only the passions she's feeling right now?" Again, he nodded. "All you have to do is tell her you were wrong and that you're sorry." 

This seemed to surprise him a little and he me gave that, "Do I really have to," look. I repeated myself and reluctantly, he said, "I'm sorry Hun, I only wanted you to see me as a man and not a squirmy little toad that gives in easily. I know you were right, and I want to get past this so we can be happy again." 

With that, Julie slipped her fingers in his mouth and he sucked her juices feverishly, taking in all she had offered. Between this and his hand on her breast, she was growing more excited and beginning to have trouble standing. I guided her to sit on the couch and told Mike to kneel down between her legs. 

"Julie, do you still feel the anger?"

"No," she said, "but my pussy is flowing and I need release." 

I told Mike not to move yet; I needed to talk with his wife. I sat close to her and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Julie, you've gotten what you needed from Mike now, a sense of acceptance and acknowledgement that you are not mentally inferior to him. Before we can go on though, he needs to get what he needs from you now. He needs to feel like a man in your eyes and since you pounded him earlier, that's going to require a lot of trust on your part to do what I have planned next. Are you still up for this and do you still trust me?" She licked her lips and nodded, signaling to me that she was ready to take the next step.

Standing up now, I said, "Julie, I want you to look down at Mike and stare into his eyes. Now slap his face, don't hesitate, just do it." She did and Mike reeled from the shock of what had just happened. "Now do it again." She obeyed and Mike looked like he was going to retreat.

I put my hand on his shoulder and told him to relax. "I knelt by his side and whispered to him, "Your wife is hot and dripping pussy juice all over the couch just waiting for you to take control. Your problem is, you're so hung up on being right all the time, you forget to be a man. Now that you've shown you can admit to being wrong, your wife has rewarded you with the response in her pussy and the slap in the face is a challenge to stand up and take control. So now it's up to you, either kneel down here and whimper inside about being wrong, or act like a man and fuck her the way she should be fucked. 


Counseling Mike & Julie



Just then, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. "Am I interrupting something?" It was Kimberly, my pet, and right on time. I motioned for her to put the bag on the table and sit next to Julie. She did as instructed and spread her legs, showing me her fresh trim job on her pussy, easily accessible in the outfit I told her to wear. It was an outfit we had picked out together in Frederick's of Hollywood the weekend before and it was the perfect occasion to wear it. It was a crotch-less leather teddy with a silk lining on the inside. It had a spider web design over each breast and came with a long flowing black lace robe and thigh high stockings. It was made to be on her body and she completed the look with a pair of three-inch pump heels. I reached in the bag and took out a leash, which I attached to the collar she wore. She looked content that things were under control and she just watched to see what was going to happen next.

Mike was a little overwhelmed at Kimberly's entrance and Julie was consumed with an erotic glow and I could see from the growing wet patch she was leaving on the couch that her excitement had been intensified yet again and she was definitely ready for what I had in mind.

I then looked at Mike and said, "Well, are you just going to sit there on your knees or are you going to bend her over that couch and fuck her good and thorough?"

With that, everything seemed to finally click for Mike. He rose up and grabbed Julie by her arms, pulling her off and moving her around to the side of the couch. He placed his hand in her back and pushed her over the arm of the couch. Her face landed next to Kimberly's thigh and Kimberly reached down to stroke Julie's hair. Kimberly smiled as Julie looked up at her with lust in her eyes. Just then, Mike slapped Julie's ass and she stifled a moan from the sensation. He grabbed both of her legs and guided his cock to her entrance. She licked her lips in anticipation and Mike slammed his cock into her with one strong motion. Julie moaned and as she did, I instructed Kimberly to put a nipple in her mouth. Julie did not seem prepared for this but overcame her initial reaction and proceeded to suck down hard on the rigid nipple while her husband began to slide his cock in and out of her drenched pussy. I moved Kimberly to the floor, on her knees with her nipple still trapped in Julie's mouth and I took her place on the couch. I told her to remove my sweatpants for me and suck my cock while this hot little lady was attending to her nipples. Mike continued his assault on his wife's pussy. He had removed his cock long enough to put his finger in and make it slick with her juice, then he slid his finger in her ass and his cock back into her pussy at the same time. With the other hand he would occasionally slap her ass and cause her to bite down a little harder on Kimberly's nipple. I could see Mike was feeling bold by his wife's reaction to his rough treatment. It was obvious he had taken control and was finally realizing he could be a man and admit to being wrong about something at the same time.

I knew Kimberly was enjoying the attack on her breast but I also knew what she ultimately wanted and as long as she was showing my cock the proper attention, I would make sure she got it. Just then, Julie started panting and moaning and it was obvious she was about to have an orgasm. I told her not to cum yet, she wasn't allowed. She looked at me helplessly and I repeated my command. I told Mike she was not allowed to cum until he said it was ok. With that, he slapped her ass a little harder and told her she had better not cum until he said it was ok or he would make sure her next experience was not so pleasurable. Fucking her with everything he had, Mike finally decided it was ok for her to have her release and gave her permission to cum but only if she slid her finger in her ass while he was pumping her cunt. I just watched the strain and pleasure on her face as she no sooner complied with his ultimatum and came with fierce passion that almost made her cry from the pleasure. Trying to catch her breath as Mike continued to pound her pussy, she sucked Kimberly's nipples with even more urgency than before.

I looked at Mike and told him it was time to proceed to the next phase of the evening. Kimberly moaned in anticipation of what I was going to orchestrate next. I told Mike to maneuver Julie so she was on her knees on the couch, hands on the couch arm now, and to present his cock to her so she could clean him up. She re-positioned herself quickly at Mike's direction and now she was on her hands and knees, sucking Mike's cock with her ass in full view of Kimberly. I moved Kimberly so she was on her hands and knees behind Julie, and I positioned myself behind her, quickly guiding my cock to her pussy. Kimberly rocked back against my hips and placed her hands on Julie's ass for balance. I knew what she was waiting for and Julie must have sensed what was about to come as she started pushing back towards Kimberly's face, trying to get her to tend to her recently fucked pussy. I reached for Kimberly's hair and pulled her face back to mine, "Are you ready for her darling?" "Oh yes baby, the sweet smell of her pussy is driving me crazy, can I please taste her while you're ramming me with your cock?" I gently kissed her cheek while my hand smacked down across her ass. "Yes darling, bend down to her pussy and make her cum again." She moaned and moved down to Julie's pussy without hesitating. Julie moaned around her husband's cock as she felt Kimberly slide her tongue into her slit. Kimberly sucked down on the pussy with need, as though she were drinking from a fountain after a trek across the dessert. 

The slurping sounds of Kimberly assaulting his wife's cunt and the silky feeling of his wife's mouth on his cock were about all Mike could take and I knew he would be blowing soon. I reached over to my bag while still grinding my cock into Kimberly's pussy and pulled out a collar and handed it to Mike. He was a quick study and fastened it around his wife's neck, admiring how sexy she looked with this strap of leather buckled to her soft skin. I then gave him a leash and he attached it to the collar. Like I said, Mike was a quick study and I could see the look of empowerment on his face as he lifted his wife's face from his cock and told her to jack his cum into her mouth. She obeyed eagerly, jacking his cock up to her lips; catching and swallowing each squirt that shot from his cock. She engulfed his cock again, milking the remaining cum until he was satisfied and the sensation of his orgasm had passed.

Kimberly was still administering to Julie's pussy, now having inserted three fingers and alternating her tongue's attention between her clit and her ass. By this time, I had inserted some anal beads into Kimberly's ass and had withdrawn my cock so I could watch the performance in front of me. While Kimberly was bringing Julie closer to another orgasm, I bent down and started an aggressive attack on her nipples. After sucking them out as long and hard as they would get, I placed a nipple clamp on her right nipple. She cried out and moaned and I knew she was close to her own orgasm. Then, while playfully but sternly slapping her ass with my palm making contact with her swollen pussy lips, I put another nipple clamp on her left nipple. She breathed in hard and in a very deep wanton voice looked at me and said, "Oh god baby, can I….please, can I? I need to so badly." I responded by sliding my fingers into her slit and pulling lightly on the chain that connected her nipple clamps as I said, "Kimberly, make this girl cum in your mouth and you may cum for me." She sucked hard on Julie's pussy, jamming her fingers inside and forcing her to start screaming in orgasm, while at the same time, Kimberly's orgasm started to make her body shake as she came, moaning and crying into Julie's pussy, making the experience that much more intense for both of them. They both collapsed and lay there on the couch, holding each other and panting, trying to catch their breath.

I didn't give Kimberly much time to recuperate. I grabbed her up and sat down on the couch, pulling her onto my lap. She knew what to do and guided my dick into her sopping wet pussy as she began to grind down onto my hips. I reached around her and fingered her lips as she grinded against my cock, her pussy juice started to run down onto my thighs. I told her to fuck me as hard as she could and not to stop until I had released my cum inside her. I looked at her passionately and said, "I want you to cum with me when you're ready, you have my permission."

Realizing I was close to cumming, Mike guided his wife over to us with the leash he had attached to her collar. He looked down at her and told her to thank us in her own special way. She needed no more direction as she said, "Yes, baby," and bent down to start sucking Kimberly's pussy while my cock was ramming in and out. I guess Julie was a quick study as well. I could feel her tongue on my cock as she made passing strokes in between sucking Kimberly's pussy lips. Just then, she found the ring that attached to the beads I had pushed into Kimberly's ass. She started to remove them. The first one caused Kimberly to start shuddering and her rhythm on my cock became slower and more deliberate. Then the second one, and the third, and the fourth. Each time a bead was slowly removed from her ass she ground a little harder against my groin and by now was screaming out in ecstasy. The fifth and final bead sent Kimberly over the edge and her pussy trapped my cock like a vice. I raised up and pushed as hard as I could against her pussy as my cum shot deep within her. I felt her juices flowing freely as she came with me, "Oh god, yes, fuck…ahhhh, fuck me baby, fuck me, oh yes, suck my pussy Julie, lick it clean, ahhhhhh fuckkkk….ahhhh." All I could muster was a long deep sound that resembled a grunt, moan, and scream all at once. The intensity left us holding onto each other like we had just come off of a ride at the carnival that left us both dizzy and without our senses. Once we recovered, Mike led Julie to their bedroom as Kimberly and I made our way home, discussing our plans for the next weekend.