17 comments/ 74435 views/ 8 favorites Guerison Sexuelle (Sexual Healing) By: Perja William checked the address on the piece of paper and looked at the building in front of him; fifty-four twenty-six west Orion. He stopped in front of a security speaker system and pressed the call button. "Yes?" Came a quiet, female voice. "Umm, yeah, yes, hi, hello, uh, my name is William, William Bertrand, I have an appointment with Miss Lavande?" A loud 'click' sounded from the gate and William pulled it open and stepped inside. He had never seen anything like it; it was as if he were transported instantly to another country. The fence that surrounded the property was iron flanked with bamboo on either side. He was standing on a granite bridge which led him over a koi pond and cascading waterfalls to a pair of shoji doors. As if on cue the doors slid open and revealed a young woman clad in a long black silk robe with a scarlet sash around her waist. "Please come with me," she said and turned abruptly, walking through a second pare of doors and into a center courtyard. The building was in the shape of a large rectangle with multiple rooms along the exterior. They walked quickly along the wooden floors, passing room after room. All of the doors were closed, and though he could hear nothing more than gurgling fountains mixed with classical music, he sensed that none of the rooms were empty. The woman had led him three quarters of the way around the rectangle, and then turned away from the courtyard and down a narrow path. At the other end was yet another Japanese-style structure. The young woman tapped lightly at the paper doors before sliding them open. "Please take off your shoes and your jacket," she said to him. He obliged and she set the items neatly at his feet before ushering him into the room. When he turned back to ask her a question, she shut the screen decisively between them; he was alone, or so he thought. "Mr. Bertrand," he heard a soft voice. He spun around. Olivia Lavande stood next to her cherry wood desk wearing a lavender and yellow robe with black obi sash. Her long, waist length hair was parted in the middle and was pushed back from her face revealing the curve of her neck. She stepped forwards and stretched out her hand. "It's wonderful to meet you." "Thank you for agreeing to see me," he said, shaking her hand; he was suddenly aware that his palms were sweating. "Please sit down," she said, taking her own seat behind the desk, "what can we help you with?" "My naturopath referred me. Well, ah, let's see. I have been suffering severe neck pain. I've tried everything; medications, acupuncture, massage therapy, traction, even. Nothing works, and I do mean nothing. I had an x-ray and MRI and all of that, there is no problem that can be seen with the naked eye. I can't sleep, I can't sit up for long periods of time...my work, is beginning to suffer. Dr. Li said that I should consider your services." "I see," Olivia said smiling. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, I'm just not familiar with your facility. Dr. Li only said that this is a wellness center. What exactly do you do here?" "That is true, we are a wellness center. We focus on the mind, body and spirit and have many different therapies and techniques available, which are rare at the least and non-traditional at best." "How will you know if you can help me?" "You will decide if we can help you, Mr. Bertrand. Please, come with me." Olivia stood and walked past him to the southern wall, and slid two paper screens open and stepped into a much smaller room; a paper lantern sat in each corner. She moved to a low, black table and knelt in front of it, dipping her hands into a large white porcelain bowl. Without looking at him she said, "please remove your shirt." William hesitated for just a moment; he hated taking off his clothes, hated being examined, and above all, wasn't sure how comfortable he was in this place, with this woman. Nonetheless, he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Olivia dried her hands, stood, walked to him and took the shirt from him. She walked behind him and hung it from a hook on the wall. William stood nervously, unsure of what to expect. She turned again and moved directly behind him. "I am going to examine your neck," she said, her breath tickling his spine. "It's the-" "It is the left side that is bothering you." How did you know that?" he asked. She was quiet for a moment, and then said, "please close your eyes, Mr. Bertrand. I want you to breathe deeply, in through your nose, out through your mouth, until I have finished." "Alright," he said, then closed his eyes and began to breathe as deeply and calmly as he could. He waited, but felt nothing. He took a few more deep breaths, but still she hadn't touched him. After a few minutes of breathing, he felt a strong heat on the left side of his neck, but he wasn't sure what it was; hands? Heating pad? Warm cloth? As the heat intensified in his neck, a strong, sharp pain flew down his back and stopped in his left thigh. William doubled over, grabbing his leg, nearly falling to his knees. "Wha-what was that?" As quickly as the pain had come, it was gone. "What did you do?" "I would like for you to put your shirt back on. I will wait for you in the next room." A few minutes later William was again sitting across the desk from Olivia Lavande, rubbing his neck self consciously. "I don't understand? I felt something touch me, it was hot." "That was your energy, the same energy that is causing you pain. It is energy that needs to be released." "Energy?" she nodded. William was familiar with the concept of energy within the human body, but this was leaving him with an unsettled feeling. "You said that your work is beginning to suffer, is that right?" William nodded. "Well what about your personal life?" "What about it?" "Is it suffering?" "What do you mean?" "Intimacy, Mr. Bertrand." "Intimacy? You mean...no...no, I'm not married." "Girlfriend?" He shifted his weight. "No." "Sexual partner?" "What? No, why are you asking me these questions? What does this have to do with my neck?" Olivia came around the desk and stood in front of William with her hands folded together. "In the 1950s Robert Kinsey, a scientist who first explored human sexuality in any detail, described the orgasm as, 'an explosive discharge of neuromuscular tension'. Repressed sexual energy can have a tremendous impact on our bodies. It can cause great joy, and if not attended to properly, it can also cause great stress, even pain. I think that your naturopath suspected this, and that is why you were sent here." William felt his face redden. "Do you recall the last time you had an orgasm Mr. Bertrand?" "I...wait, what?" "If you're not in a relationship, how often do you self-stimulate?" "I...I don't think I am comfortable with this," William said, standing from his chair. "Is sex something that makes you uncomfortable, generally?" "I'm referring to this conversation; this is highly irregular and extremely personal. I thought I was here about my neck?" "Everything we discuss is confidential, and I promise you, if addressed properly it can heal your problem." William searched the tatami straw mat beneath his feet for some measurement of clarity; what the hell was going on? Suddenly Olivia raised her right hand above his head; she closed her eyes and took a few long, slow breaths before opening them again. William was overwhelmed with the urge to bolt from the room, but had somehow become transfixed by the woman before him. She slowly, very slowly brought her palm down in front of his face, but she did not touch him. Just as her hand was in front of his throat, William felt a tingling sensation atop his head. She continued moving her hand down in front of his chest, and the sensation followed and turned hot and cold and the same time. His chest felt that it would explode and he took in a sharp breath. Olivia was not fazed by his reaction, and continued to pull her hand down in front of his belly. As it passed in front of his waist, William felt a shudder down his spine and gasped loudly, then stepped back from her, unable to contain the reaction between his thighs. "How- what did you do to me?" he exclaimed, his legs feeling weak. "It is just energy coming into contact with energy, Mr. Bertrand. "You do not need to be afraid." "I'm not afraid. I'm not. But look, Miss Levande, right? I appreciate you taking the time to see me, I do, I'm sure you are extremely busy, but this isn't what I came here for, this isn't going to help me." Olivia folded her hands together again and smiled. "Then you are ready to go." She said. "I...yes, yes I am." **** In his dreams since meeting Olivia Levande, William had come to realize that which had completely escaped him in the few minutes he had actually been with her; she was captivatingly beautiful. William wasn't immune to beauty of any woman...he'd just become used to ignoring it; he'd never had a steady girlfriend. Not that he was a bad looking guy, in fact, the women in his office called him Clark Kent; he was tall, dark and handsome...he just wasn't into the kinds of things that other people were, or expected him to be. Growing up he had always been a loner, and as an adult, he allowed himself to be consumed by his career. Now, he was consumed by thoughts of her; flawless, creamy brown skin, long, jet black hair, and what he could only imagine was a beautiful body. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and her voice like warm caramel. Whether awake or sleeping, he replayed the feel of her touch, though he knew she had never laid a hand on him. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and the intensity of, well, whatever it was, increased exponentially. In each nocturnal encounter, he could see her hands hovering just above his skin, and each time they moved closer, closer, closer... William awoke to a searing pain in his neck and shoulder. The pain managed to increase moment by moment and he was starting to feel like he was going to go crazy. **** It was barely seven the next morning and William had already been pacing outside the gate to fifty-four twenty-six west Orion for twenty minutes. He didn't have an appointment and he hadn't exactly been...receptive the last time he was there. Despite his pride, he pressed the buzzer. "Yes?" came a woman's voice. "Yes, hi...hi, look I was here last week, I saw Miss Lavande? I know she's busy, but I...I need to see her." "Your name sir?" "Bertrand...William Bertrand." Silence. "Hello? Hello, are you there?" Silence, followed by the distinct buzz and click of the door opening. Once inside he hurried across the granite bridge, slipped his shoes off and pushed back the double doors; Olivia Lavande stood in the center of the room. "Good morning," he said. She smiled, but did not respond. "Umm, my neck hasn't gotten better...it's worse actually, and, well...I need your help." He cleared his throat, "I believe that you can help me." "You have given this consideration." "More than I thought I ever would, yes." She smiled, "come with me then Mr. Bertrand, you look like you could use some tea." **** William sat on the matted floor across from Olivia, a low table separating them. Two women, both clad in black silk robes with red sashes prepared tea and fresh fruit, then stepped silently from the room, pushing the paper doors closed; he felt like they were the last two people on earth. Olivia sipped her tea in silence, her eyes rarely leaving his. He watched intently as she ate each piece of fruit...kiwi...strawberry...mango...star fruit. "You're staring Mr. Bertrand." His cup nearly dropped to the floor. "I'm sorry, I...I didn't realize. I guess I am." "Why were you staring at me?" "I...well I'm not sure. I was watching you eat, I guess." "And?" He thought for a moment, sipping his tea. "You looked like you were really enjoying it...the fruit." "If I was enjoying the fruit, what were you enjoying?" He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "Is this about sex?" "Is it?" He paused. "I... was enjoying watching you...eat the fruit." He took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling a twinge of pain in his neck. "The pain you feel does not have anything to do with your neck. Your sexual energy is misguided and it is manifesting in this most uncomfortable way. Do you accept this idea?" He nodded. Alright then, I'll have some questions for you...questions like the ones I asked the other day." He nodded again. "When was the last time you had sex?" "Five years ago." "How often do you masturbate?" William knew he was blushing. "Not very often." "When was the last time, can you recall?" He was sure his cheeks were on fire. "Day before yesterday...thought it might help." "Did it?" "No." "When was the last time you had an orgasm?" "I'm not sure...I don't know if I ever have." "What do you enjoy most about sex?" "Intimacy." "What do you enjoy least?" "Intimacy." She set down her cup and ate one last piece of strawberry, chewing the dripping fruit slowly; the room was still. He drained his cup and also set it on the table, watching her intently. "It is likely that you will be here for the rest of the day." "That's fine, I don't have to go into the office." "Are you ready, then?" "Ready for what?" "To begin your treatment, Mr. Bertrand." "Right, of course...yes, I'm ready...and please, call me William." Olivia stood and led William through a series of sliding doors and into a sizeable bath room, lit only by a large, single skylight. The entire room was made from wood, and minimal in design; the large soaking tub nestled against the western wall seemed to be the focal point of the room. The tub was filled with steamy water, and rose petals floated on the surface. "You'll start with a soak in the tub. This will help you release your self consciousness and increase your self awareness." "For how long?" She smiled again, "for as long as it takes, of course," and slid the doors closed between them. William stood for a moment and looked around the room. So this was the cure? A bath? He shook his head to himself and pulled off his shirt, feeling the familiar and nerve racking pain in his neck. "What the hell", he muttered to himself. Getting into the tub had proved harder than he thought it would; he was certain the water was just a few degrees under boiling. He stood naked at its center, allowing time for his legs to adjust to the scorching heat. After a full ten minutes had passed he lowered himself into the water and almost instantly became dizzy. He leaned his head on the wooden rim and exhaled. **** William opened his eyes sometime later and blinked at the ceiling above; the room was silent. For a moment he could feel nothing and wondered what had been in the tea he drank earlier; maybe some sort of herbal muscle relaxer? He was certain his body had never felt so calm and light and everything seemed to move slowly, and effortlessly. "Would you like some water to drink?" William blinked again and slowly turned his head; there stood Olivia Lavande. He cleared his throat and struggled to sit up, his head feeling light, "how long have you been standing there?" "Would you like some water to drink?" she repeated. "Please," he said sinking back into the water. She stepped to the side of the tub and held a small wooden cup to his lips, tipping it gently. The ice cold water felt like an assault on his senses and he sipped slowly. When he'd finished he closed his eyes, wiping the sweat from his face. "How long have I been in here?" "How do you feel, William?" she asked, her voice soft. "I feel...I feel like I am the most relaxed that I have ever been in my life," he said, and turned his head to look at her. She smiled, "good, that is good." **** Nothing felt more natural than two women rubbing towels over his naked, wet body. William stood in the center of the bath room while the women busily absorbed every droplet of water, pulling the still clinging flower petals from his skin. He stood with his eyes closed, breathing in through his nose, and out through his mouth. One of the women urged his thighs apart and he willingly widened his stance. He took in a sharp breath when he felt her hand slip around his limp shaft as she pushed the towel between his legs. Once he was dry and wrapped in a silk robe, the women led him through yet another series of doors and into a guest room. William surveyed the space; it was a simple room with a large, thick mat on a platform bed centered against one wall, with low tables on either end. Across from the foot of the bed sat a long low table with tea, fruits, and votive candles at its center. He dropped slowly to the floor and poured a cup of tea, and grabbed a fistful of grapes, eating quickly. He sampled from each platter and finally crawled to the bed and pulled himself onto it, dropping his head onto a pillow that felt as if it were made entirely of air. Just then he heard the now familiar sound of paper doors opening, and turned over just as Olivia stepped in, closing the doors behind her. "Lay on your back, please." She said, kneeling next to the mat. She touched her hand lightly to his forehead, then to his throat, and the center of his chest. She slipped her fingers around his wrist and closed her eyes, her forefinger pressing into his pulse. When she was done, she folded her hands in her lap and looked at him. "When you arrived here this morning you were in distress. That intensity seems to have passed." "I would agree," he said. "But your problem has not been healed. We still have work to do." "And how does one work out their repressed sexual energy? He asked, a curious smile on his lips. "It is all about learning new techniques. The first technique was to release your self-consciousness. You succeeded in doing that. This also heightens your self awareness. The next technique is communication." "Communication?" "Yes. If you cannot communicate your needs, wants, or desires, you can never be fulfilled." "I suppose that makes sense," he said. "Are you willing to work on communication?" he nodded. "Are you willing to work on communication with me?" He nodded again. "Good. Stand up please." She moved to the foot of the bed and he followed. They faced each other in silence until he finally asked, "how does this work?" "You tell me what you want." "Tell you what I want?" he said repeating each world thoughtfully. "I'm supposed to tell you what I want...sexually?" she nodded. He thought hard for a moment, clearing his throat. "Just express your awareness. Do not allow yourself to become self conscious." "I...I like undressing...a woman. I like revealing each part of her, and taking in the smell of her skin. " "Show me." "Show you what?" "Undress me." He was sure he had misheard her, but didn't speak because after all, he was sure he hadn't misheard a thing. He moved behind her and took a deep breath. Slowly he opened the knotted black sash and dropped it to the floor, letting it slip through his fingers. He turned her, until they were facing each other again and pulled the robe open, his eyes on hers. He finally pushed it off her shoulders and it fell away. "Look at me." "I am." "Look at all of me then." "I...I don't think I should." "Why not?" "Because if I look at all of you then I'll be...tempted to touch you." "Is touching bad?" No, touching is good... it's very good. But I thought I was here to release tension, not create more of it." "Do you want to touch me?" "Is this a trick question?" "No." He shifted his weight, unsure of what to say. The room could have been on fire and it would not have been able to distract him from her. He finally allowed himself a glance down, and sighed. Everything about her was absolutely divine. Her neck, shoulders...perfectly toned arms, large, plump breasts...her smooth, milk chocolate belly, curvy hips and long, sexy legs. Guerison Sexuelle (Sexual Healing) Partie Deux "This has nothing to do with my career Charlie, this is about your unrealistic expectations of me." "Unrealistic? Unrealistic? All I am asking for is time with my wife, is that so crazy? I didn't marry you so that you could relegate me to your calendar like a client Isabel, that is not how marriage is supposed to work." "You knew well before we were married what I wanted to do with my life," she snapped. "Your life or your career? You seem to have forgotten that there is a difference," he retorted. The Newman's had recently celebrated their seven year wedding anniversary, but things of late were far from the honeymoon phase. Isabel, a successful attorney was struggling to balance career and marriage, while Charlie, a University professor, was trying everything he could to rekindle their mutual commitment to each other. They'd spent months in couple's therapy, but the more they analyzed their situation the more complicated it seemed to get; they wound up nit-picking with each other, only forcing them farther apart. Isabel had to wonder how they'd gotten to this point; she and Charlie met in college and fell instantly in love; their's was the real thing, but even the real thing was having trouble surviving the life they had created together. She'd relied to much on her husband...he was her rock, the only man that mattered, and she knew he felt the same way about her. Now, having so much strife between them was beginning to wear at their bond. Isabel was so exhausted from her work that she didn't have any energy to put into fixing their marital problems. It didn't help that a few months back when she'd gone to the University to surprise Charlie with lunch, she'd found him in his office with a buxom blond graduate student who had her hands all over him. It wasn't the first time; Charlie was incredibly handsome, and while she knew he would always be faithful to her and only her, the insecurities she felt caused her to wonder, if...when...how would he step out on their marriage. There were times when Charlie felt inadequate; here he was married to one of the top litigators in the city, who was drop dead gorgeous at that, and he found himself wondering if she was satisfied with their simple life, or if she longed to stay in the fast lane, married to one of those ritzy lawyers that charged a thousand dollars an hour. He knew they were struggling in their marriage, but he really began to worry when their most recent counselor effectively threw her hands up, declaring there was nothing she could do for them. She'd said they weren't prepared to do the work, weren't prepared to make drastic change, and he feared it was true. "I can only give so much Charlie," she snapped. "Give to whom? The firm? Your clients? What about me? You said you could be happy with me." "I am Charlie! I married you, didn't I?" "I see the way those men look at you," he said glumly. "What men?" "At the firm! At those stupid parties and celebratory dinners...they all want you, I can see it in their eyes." "Who cares what they want? Just because they want me doesn't mean they can have me!" "Do you really expect me to believe that you're not attracted to that? All that power, all the money...you spend all your time at work, you spend all your time with the people you work with, it's like I'm not a priority...like we're not a priority." "Alright, alright, I would like for both of you to stop talking now and just breathe," Olivia Lavande said from behind her desk, her expression serene, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now, why is it that you have come here?" "Our last therapist suggested it. We were in couple's counseling, but it didn't help." "Help, are you kidding? Everyday something was worse than the day before," Isabel grumbled. Olivia held up her hand, silencing the distressed couple. "Pain and suffering are good gifts in our lives, when something is not working, or when something is getting worse, it is a clear signal that something else must be done, that you have not yet found a solution to your problem." She stood, smoothing her long, black hair over her shoulder. "I would like for you both to stand and face each other." They followed her command. "The only thing that I want you to do, is look at each other; Isabel, look into Charlie's eyes, Charlie, never take your eyes from your bride, can you both do that?" The nodded together. 'Good, now take three, deep, cleansing breaths, and we shall begin." They each took three long breaths, their eyes locked. Olivia watched the couple intently and waited. Countless minutes passed until finally Olivia stepped closer and raised her left hand over Isabel's shoulder without touching. She lifted her right hand over Charlie's shoulder, both hands mid-air. After some time had passed, she took her left hand and slowly pressed it into the center of Isabel's chest; who sucked in a breath in response, feeling as if a ten ton weight had been dropped on her, and as she started to feel she would faint, Olivia's right hand pressed into the center of Charlie's chest. What passed from one to the other could not be seen with the naked eye; they breathed together and Isabel was filled with overwhelming fear, while Charlie felt overcome with sadness, tears springing to his eyes. Olivia kept her hands in place until she was sure they were both engaged, and then removed them, stepping back from the couple. "Why...why are you so sad?" he asked, taking her hand. "I didn't know you were afraid," she said in awe. They turned to Olivia who smiled at the couple. "Charlie, I would never divorce you," Isabel said with tears in her eyes. "But are you really happy with me?" he asked earnestly. "Yes, of course, it's just...I don't know, I mean, things have changed so much...you've changed...I've changed...everyday it feels like you're further from me." "What do you want me to do Isabel? Tell me, and I'll do it," he turned to Olivia, "what do I do? How do we fix this?" "You must, above all else, be compassionate for your partner. You must push yourselves to understand what the other is going through, even if you do not agree with it; in doing so you give the other the greatest gift...security, love, acceptance. You have both fallen away from this, and your therapist was right; you must take drastic steps to get it back." "How?" Charlie asked, his eyes still on Isabel. Olivia turned to her, "please tell me, do you crave your husband?" Isabel was startled, "what did you say?" "Do you crave this man? Do not think about it, just answer." "I...I don't think so, no." "Did you ever?" She blushed, "yes." Olivia turned to Charlie, "are you addicted to your wife?" "Addicted? No, what? I...would have to say no." "This is where we begin," Olivia said, and rang the bell on her desk. The doors to her office slid open and a young woman clad in a long silk robe with turquoise colored sash waited for instruction. "You will need to change, Isabel, Lela will help you." *** Twenty minutes later Olivia, Charlie and Isabel sat together in the large dining hall on the south end of the property; it was filled with people; employees and clients alike. Isabel noticed that as Olivia made her way to the front of the room, every person watched her; some obviously, some for just a moment, others stealing glances they hoped no one else would see; she was simply captivating. The threesome knelt at the head table, and an unassuming woman rushed in to pour three cups of tea, then three cups of sake. The room was anything but a simple dining hall, instead it was as rich and luxurious enough to rival any five star restaurant in the world. Charlie thought this must be like dining with a royal family in ancient Japan or something. There were no menus or any need to order; the food began arriving to their table almost immediately; dumplings, jasmine rice, beef and peppers, chow mien, fried prawns and chicken in black bean sauce. Isabel smoothed the front of the wraparound dress she had been given, aware that the front plunged low, exposing more of her breasts than she ever would. The threesome finished their soup and filled their plates with food. Just as Charlie went to take his first bite of chicken, Olivia stopped him. "You must switch plates with each other," she instructed. The couple exchanged quizzical looks. "You will not take anything for yourself, including drink; you must feed each other, serve each other's needs. This will help you become in tune with what the other desires." Charlie shrugged and handed his plate to his wife, taking hers and setting it in front of him. He grabbed some noodles expertly between his chopsticks and held them up. Isabel barely opened her mouth, feeling timid and exposed, and most of the noodles fell back to the table. "Sorry," he said, and hurried to clean his mess. "I don't think this is going to work," he stammered. "You must both concentrate; only pay attention to your partner, put all of your energy and focus on the other person. Do not concern yourself with me or anyone else in the room, just each other." Olivia's voice was sultry, yet loving at the same time, and they were only more than willing to obey. After all, Olivia Lavande was an expert at her craft. Charlie cleared his throat and scooted closer to Isabel. "What do you want to start with?" he asked. He could see her face redden slightly and she pointed to the shrimp. He picked it up with his fingers and fed it to her, followed by a few sips of sake. For the next hour everything else faded away and feeding each other was their sole purpose, their only reason for existing. They started out feeling awkward, but as time went by, they developed a system and a natural rhythm evolved. By the time they'd both finished eating, the sake flowed freely and they'd move intimately close to each other. Olivia leaned towards the couple, "Charlie, I want you to touch your wife now." He looked up with a start, nearly forgetting anyone else was around and shifted nervously. "Wh-where should I touch her?" "Wherever you would like, or wherever you think she would like you to touch her." Charlie had an idea of just where that place was, but they were in a public setting, hardly the place for groping your wife. Instead, he decided to play it safe. He turned to Isabel, looking her over, and then settled his hand on her thigh as they both giggled nervously. "Do you remember that taco place?" he whispered to her. She nodded, "In college, before we were married..." "You were really bad that day," he smiled. "Not as bad as you," she whispered. "Isabel," Olivia urged, "touch your husband now." Isabel put her arm around him, her hand against his back. Olivia moved from her seat around the table until she was behind Isabel, her breasts against her back, her head over her shoulder. Isabel felt her heart beat quicken and her face flush. Charlie was unbelievably aroused at the sight of two beautiful women in such close proximity to each other, and his wife, Isabel, she looked so...innocent, so shy, the way she bit her lip and blushed was making him crazy inside, but the buzz of their surroundings kept his wishes at bay. "Charlie," Olivia said softly, "you must follow your instincts...you know what you want to do." He looked around nervously and was struck by the fact that no one was looking at him. "Do not worry about anyone else, this is not about any of them, this is about you and Isabel, that sacred, trusting bond of husband and wife." He looked at Olivia, knowing that his cock was hard under his trousers, and no matter how he tried, he simply couldn't fight it; he lifted his hand and gently covered Isabel's breast as she opened her mouth, her eyes dimming slightly. Charlie pulled the dress back, exposing her lace and satin bra, and cupped her breast again, fondling its nipple between his fingers as she gasped and leaned her forehead on his shoulder. He put his other hand around her, slipping it between Olivia's stomach and Isabel's back, and pulled her into him, griping her breast, and when she raised her head he kissed her with all the passion he could muster. Isabel felt an absolute aching between her thighs, a sensation she hadn't experienced in at least the past year, probably longer, and for a flash she didn't care who was around and reached out to him, her hand stroking the hardened mound behind his zipper; she knew, and she knew that he knew what they were doing in front of everyone. As their kiss deepened, he opened his eyes and found himself staring at Olivia, and he took the hand that was against his wife's back and slid it up, until it was against Olivia's breast, where he could slowly rub and play, his cock swelling with excitement. She looked him calmly in the eye, and he knew that she liked it, that deep between her thighs she was reacting to his gentle touch. Charlie pulled at his wife's bra with his other hand, feeling the seems break as he exposed Isabel's breast to the room, then bent his head and sucked on it, his tongue tracing circles around its hardened nipple. "Charlie!" She gasped in a hushed voice; she didn't want him to stop, she knew there had to be at least 40 other people in the room, but for the most unexplainable reason, she simply did not care...she was being pushed over the edge, the aching, the throbbing, the full-on unabashed desire was more than she could take. When he finally pulled his mouth from her, her fingers were digging into his shoulders. He covered her breast with his hand again; as he looked down he noticed Olivia's right hand slide up Isabel's thigh to the hem of the dress she wore and slowly push it up, higher, higher, higher, until he could see everything there. Isabel was panting with exhilaration; Charlie could literally see her heart beating in her chest, and he watched as Olivia's hand slid between Isabel's thighs and over her cunt. She grabbed his hand then, and placed it over Isabel's drenched pussy and Charlie stole a glance to the room; now people were watching...and he didn't care. He kissed his wife once more and felt her hands pulling at his belt; it opened quickly and she unzipped his pants, popping the button open. She freed his hardened shaft, her fingers stroking gently. "Isabel!" he hissed, laughing uncontrollably. Her stroke quickened, and she bent down, taking him into her mouth. His instinct was to push her away, but he couldn't...instead he shoved his fingers with a magnificent rhythm, deep inside of her. Again he was face to face with Olivia, he couldn't help but pull her into a wet, lusting kiss. Olivia's hands slunk between Isabel's thighs, pulling them open, revealing her sex. Charlie wrenched his lips from her, just as his cock burst inside his wife's mouth and she shook, cumming uncontrollably on his hand. The couple leaned into each other, panting hard, kissing each other. Charlie pulled a napkin over his lap while Isabel rearranged her dress to cover herself. He didn't want to let her go, but sat back reluctantly as a waitress approached the table with a wooden bowl full of mango ice cream. "What is this?" Charlie asked, stuffing his manhood back in his trousers. "This is anticipation," Olivia said. "Anticipation?" Isabel asked, "what do we do with that?" "You savor it, of course," Olivia smiled. "You both take your time with it; savor it until it is gone. The longer you take, the better it will taste." She sat back and watched the couple expectantly. "I don't know if I can wait that long," Charlie confessed. "Of course you can," Olivia replied. The couple each took up spoons and dove into the flesh colored mounds of ice cream. It took a great amount of patience, and by the time they'd gotten to the bottom of the bowl, the room was empty; only he, Isabel and Olivia remained. As Charlie spooned the last bit into Isabel's mouth he leaned in and kissed her wickedly, pulling her into his lap. "You are so goddamned hot," he breathed, his lips against her ear, "I want to make love to you...I do, right now." Isabel kissed him fiercely, her eyes filled with wanton desire. Olivia grabbed a small bell on the table and shook it; two women appeared at the table, awaiting her instruction. "Isabel," she said softly, "these women will see you to your room now." 'But...but I want to stay here with Charlie," she insisted. "You will see him again soon enough. For now, you must go." "Don't you think we're making progress?" Charlie interjected. The women took Isabel by both arms and lifted her gently to her feet and led her from the room. "Relax Mr. Newman. Please, come with me." *** Olivia had left him in a private bedroom. The first moments alone felt like an eternity; Charlie surveyed the simplistic, traditional Japanese room and after a time finally sat at the edge of the bed feeling defeated. When he slid open the paper doors and scanned the hall he found no one; even waiting, still no one came. The place was like a maze to him and he knew if he tried to make his own way he'd surely be lost. He sat on the bed again, sighing loudly before flopping onto his back. Soon the bare, pale green ceiling became a swirl of vibrant color and he could see Isabel above him, smiling her beautiful smile. He watched in awe as the last ten years of his life with her played out in slow motion...at times he found himself laughing...others crying...all the same, he wanted her now, more than anything he wanted to be with her...and after he could stand it no more, after hours of pining, he drifted into a wrestles sleep. *** Isabel stood at the foot of the bed, watching Charlie, motionless. "What do I do?" She whispered to Olivia. "Only you can decide that for yourself." "What if he gets upset with me? What if he doesn't like it?" "What if he does?" Olivia smiled, assuring her client. Isabel sighed and moved towards Olivia until they stood just inches from each other. "I...I think it might help me if...you touched me first," said the nervous seven year bride. "Is that what you want?" Isabel nodded, averting her eyes. Olivia stepped even closer, until their breasts pressed together. She slid her hands up the back of each thigh, over Isabel's perfect ass, slowly up her back, over her shoulders and to the front of the dress, pulling it open to reveal her luscious breasts, clad in a satin lace bra, her sex covered in matching panties. Olivia's hands tugged playfully at Isabel's nipples while Isabel untied the sash at Olivia's waist and pulled the silk robe open. The sight of Olivia's nude body was exhilarating and Isabel pulled her tight, kissing her forcefully, her tongue dancing around hers. The two women clung to each other, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. "I've wanted to know what that felt like for so long!" Isabel gasped as Olivia's hand crept lower, slipping masterfully between her thighs. Isabel gasped again and leaned into the bed, her leg bumping hard against Charlie's who woke up, momentarily disoriented. He blinked a few times at the sight before him, his wife...kissing another woman....Olivia naked, her fingers pressed in his wife's cunt...Isabel's eyes locked on his. He sat up, his dick at rock hard attention and watched the women, entranced, completely unaware that he'd shed his pants and pushed his boxers to his ankles, his cock extended before him. He listened to Isabel grunting and stroked himself eagerly. Without warning the women fell onto the bed next to him, facing each other. Olivia was closest, and he felt himself scoot towards her, his hand skimming her hip before touching Isabel. He reached around her and nearly ripped the clasp of her bra open. He moved to her hips and shredded her panties in one pass. "Jesus Christ," he said, his lips on Olivia's toned backside. He watched as her mouth moved to Isabel's breasts, licking slowly, sucking gently, and he leaned in and kissed his wife, a kiss like no other they'd shared before, a kiss full of pure animalistic, sexual energy. Isabel took his cock in her hand and pulled, almost to the point of pain, and he realized she wanted him to move closer...he did, his chest pressing into Olivia's back, his cock poking past her ass to that perfect gap at the top of her thighs, right beneath her cunt, and he felt the first sensation of her hot, wet nectar dripping onto his shaft...he was dizzy, taking long, slow breaths in a lame attempt to steady himself, sure he felt Isabel's hand pushing his cock towards Olivia...the head pushing its way inside her delightful, yet foreign flesh. Guerison Sexuelle (Sexual Healing) Partie Deux Olivia was sucking hard on Isabel's nipples, her fingers still high in her cunt, skimming her spot as Isabel squirmed in delight, pushing her husband's cock towards another woman's treasure. Olivia pushed her ass into Charlie's pelvis and his shaft slid deep inside of her. He kissed his wife again, and then kissed Olivia with tense desire. His hand crept over Isabel's ass and between her legs. He felt Olivia's fingers there, and covered her hand with his, getting off at her fucking his wife. He moved his hand, now slippery with her cum, back to Isabel's ass and found her tight, pouty slit and pushed his finger slowly into it. He heard Isabel gasp and looked up in time to see her eyes roll closed, and he piled into Olivia with long, hard strokes. "I'm cumming!" Isabel gasped, "I'm cumming Charlie! Oh, yes...oh...oh!" He knew that tone, the expression on her face, and watched with joy as she climaxed at the touch of someone else and he came, urged by the feel of Olivia's drenched pussy around his long, thick cock. She pulled away from him and moved behind Isabel who clung to her husband, kissing him desperately. "You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he breathed. "Show me." It was as much a command as it was a request. "Show me." He pushed into her as she leaned against Olivia, who pulled Isabel's leg back, stroking the inside of her thigh. "Kiss...her," Isabel gasped between his thrusts. He grabbed Olivia by the back of the head and pulled her into a harsh kiss, all the while driving deeper into his wife's wet pussy; her orgasm came within seconds, and his moments later. When their bodies eventually stopped moving Olivia stood, pulling on her silk robe. "I will see you at breakfast tomorrow," she said to the happy couple, "be certain you continue to work up a strong appetite." THE END Guerison Sexuelle (Sexual Healing) "Communicate," she said. "God you're so beautiful," he exhaled. "Are you tempted to touch me?" "Absolutely," he breathed. She took his hand in hers. "What would you touch first?" "Your face," he said. She lifted his hand and placed it against her cheek. He ran his fingers down her jaw and across her lips. "And then?" she asked. "Your breasts." She took both of his open hands and pressed them against her breasts and William took in another deep breath and closed his eyes. He could feel his cock hardening under the thin robe that separated their bodies. Her skin was warm under his touch, and he caressed both breasts slowly, rubbing his thumbs over each nipple, bringing them to hardened peaks. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, "now I want to kiss you." Without much more thought he bent his head and pressed his lips to hers; she tasted like nothing he had every tasted before. Minutes passed before he could pull away, his chest heaving, his dick getting harder and wider with each passing second; he untied his robe and tossed it aside. William wrapped his arms around Olivia and kissed her passionately, nearly lifting her off the floor. He kissed her face, and then ran his tongue slowly along the side of her neck. "William," she whispered. The sound of her voice was like a bolt of electricity hitting him squarely in the chest and he wrenched himself from her. "I'm sorry," he stammered, "I don't know what...I'm sorry." Olivia moved towards him and took his hand, rose onto her toes and kissed him seductively, then turned away from him and lay on the large, soft bed, her hands resting on her smooth belly. "You don't have to apologize," she said. William lay on the mat next to her, a look of anticipation in his eyes. "Two-thirds of any sexual experience takes place in the mind. You have to take control of your body, mind over matter, so to speak. In the next several hours, you are going to want to cum, but until I tell you otherwise, you must resist this urge; ejaculation is not the goal, the orgasm is the goal. If you can take control of your mind and your body, you will have a sexual experience like none before it, and you will orgasm so hard that there will be no words to describe it. You have to remember to communicate with me, even if it means telling me to stop." William absorbed her every word, and was more piqued than ever before. "Am I allowed to touch you?" he asked. "If you believe it will help you, then yes, of course. Now, bend your knees, yes good, like this. Let your legs fall open, don't try and hold them up...good." Olivia took his throbbing cock between her hands and began to stroke gently, moving further down each time. He closed his yes, feeling his heart beating hastily in his chest, and tried to temper his enthusiasm. Olivia took her time, and it was suddenly as if his cock were the most intricate thing in the world...he began to feel sensations he'd never had before, as each finger, sometimes one at a time, sometimes together, slid in fluent strokes up and down his shaft. She extended her reach further between his thighs, cupping his balls in her hand and expertly massaging them. Once his heart had slowed, he opened his eyes and looked at her. She sat calmly next to him, her back strait, legs folded. He reached his hand up and tenderly fondled each breast, arousing each nipple for a second time. He could feel her body respond under his caress, but her eyes never left his, her hands continued their work on his ever hardening rod. William felt his breath quicken a bit and he was entranced by the sight of her touching him. "Does it feel good?" she whispered. He nodded, "yes, it does." The tips of his fingers grazed her skin as he moved his hand from her breasts, down her stomach and onto the short, soft hair that covered her femininity. Her hands continued their slow assault on his cock, and she seemed to hit every single nerve and sensitive spot he had, most of which he'd never known existed. He felt his breath shorten, and every few seconds his hips would move in harmony with the blissful tempo she had created. "That...feels...so...fucking...good." "How good?" "Indescribably good." "Can you take more?" "...so...fucking...good, my god, yes...yes..." "Tell me what you want," she whispered. "This," he said, pressing his hand against the soft mound high between her thighs. "I want to feel this." He sat up just then and pulled her to him, his lips frantic for the feel of hers. He indulged in the taste of her through one long, timeless, passionate kiss that left fireworks in his chest. "I want you on top, so I can watch you," he whispered. Olivia rose to her knees, their lips still tangled together, her arms drawn tight around his broad shoulders. After a few more seconds she pushed him back from her and he struggled to stay in control. She lifted her leg over him, and turned her body away, so that she was straddling him, her round, firm ass on his lower stomach, her back to him. He lifted his shoulders and cupped his fingers around her breasts and could feel the wetness between her legs against his skin. One hand held his cock while the other moved lower and lower, stroking the soft skin behind his sac. He moved his left hand down between her legs and touched her dripping cunt, pushing his fingers firmly against her clit, watching her back as it arched with each pass he made. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down, until her back was against his chest, her head on his shoulder. With one hand he enticed each breast, with the other, he stroked her clit over and over, listening to her breathe. He turned his head and kissed her ear, running his tongue along the edge and taking the lobe gently between his teeth. "I want to fuck you," he said, "I want to fuck you right now." She moved off of his stomach and turned towards him. He started to sit up but she put her hand against his chest, "stay right there." Olivia moved in between his legs and slid onto her belly. He could feel the heat of her breath against his sex, and he bent his knees as she pushed his legs farther apart, her shoulders now against the back of his thighs. He watched as she slid her tongue down his taught shaft, then moved her lips to his sac, patiently sucking the tight mound into her wet mouth and massaging expertly with her tongue. She put her hands behind his knees and pushed them back, and moved her tongue down further. When it came into contact with the flesh there, William could not stop himself from crying out. He'd never felt anything remotely near to what he was feeling in this very moment. Her tongue and lips worked expertly over the half-dollar sized patch of skin, and he literally gripped the sheets as his hips shook uncontrollably. "Jesus...fucking...Christ...don't stop that...oh god...what...are...you...doing to me?" She took his cock in her hand and pulled and pushed gently while she licked, kissed, and sucked. William pounded his fist into the mattress and let out a long, slow moan. "I...mmmm...stop...you have to stop right now." Olivia sat up on her knees and he rolled onto his stomach, gripping the edge of the bed with both hands. "Breathe through your nose...close your mouth and breathe only through your nose, it will help you get control." He followed her direction, slamming his fist against the bed with his eyes closed, until the urge had subsided a bit. "Damn," he finally said, sitting up. "Are you ready to begin again?" she asked. He nodded and chuckled, taking a deep breath. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down onto the bed, kissing her longingly. As their tongues played together, he took her left hand and pressed it against her belly then pushed it up to her breast, holding it there. Gradually he felt her fingers move beneath his. He watched her hand, pressed against her own breast, and he bent his head and licked her nipples, kissing and sucking her fingers. After a timeless amount of time had passed, he guided her hand back down her stomach and between her legs, pressing her fingers against her cunt. Savoring every second possible, he pushed two fingers deep into her swollen, wet pussy, while her own fingers beat gently against her clit. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, and his dick ached as each wave of ecstasy passed through her eyes. "I think I might be losing my focus...all I can think of right now is making you cum," he said and slipped his tongue between her lips, plunging his fingers deeper. "Well then let me remind you that there is a much greater purpose," she whispered, rolling towards him. She lifted her leg and let it fall over his hip. He took his hand from between her legs and grabbed her ass, pulling her against his chest, his cock erect between her thighs. She kissed him, and he lost all sense of time; nothing could have been more satisfying than the feel of her lips on his. His hand dragged slowly up and down her side, across her breasts, tracing patterns on her back; he was enthralled...infatuated. Olivia had her hand around his shaft, and he could only exhale and smile at the pleasure, her lips exploring his neck, chest and stomach. William started chuckling and she smiled. "How do you feel right now?" "Mmmm...euphoric. Is that too dramatic?" he asked, and laughed again. "Euphoric is a very good word," she said, her warm, soft hand skillfully jacking him off. Her fingers found that sport again, and when she touched it he felt as if every inch of his body were levitating off the bed. "I have never felt....mmm, oh yes baby....god I have...never...felt...this...before...what are you doing to me?" Olivia nudged him onto his back and straddled his hips, his cock now pulsing under her pussy. She bent towards him and he cupped her breasts. As their lips came together, she lifted her hips, her fingers around his cock, and positioned the tip in a perfect position. The drag of her tight, wet cunt as it covered his dick felt like bliss. He sat up, and draped his arms around her. "Oh shit," he said, as his hands glided over her ass. He felt suddenly as if he could barely breathe, as if he were losing control over his entire body. "Wait," he gasped, he fingers digging into her skin. Olivia slowly raised and dropped her hips against him, pushing her pelvis onto his, "Olivia...Olivia..." Her pace increased, her body rocking back and forth. Her allure left him powerless, engrossed by the feel of his cock inside of her, his arms outstretched on either side. The pleasure she created spawned a new, irresistible desire, and he pulled her to him, rolled over until she was on her back, and sat up on his knees. "Roll over," he whispered. She had barely gotten on all fours before he rammed his cock into her sopping, velvety flesh, burying it as deep as it would go. Bolts of pleasure shot through his body and he bent forward, resting his head on her back, before his hips started moving, his shaft sliding in...out...in...out. He grabbed both sides of her waist, the involuntary, animalistic act of sex had taken over ever nerve in his body, and he fucked her long and hard, unable to stifle his grunts, cries and shouts. Eventually he pulled his shaft out and urged her to her back once more. She reached between them and stroked his cock, the head just poking into her hot, wet flesh. Olivia put her legs around his, and pulled her into him. William instantly shouted out and froze, his body shaking. "Fuck! Oh god, oh, oh god, I can't control it," he dropped down onto his elbows and she kissed his check, pushing the hair off his forehead. One hand gripped the pillow and the other found a fist full of her hair and he held on as the orgasm swelled within and crashed down like a tsunami wave, crushing him, his ability to breathe gone, his body shaking and shuddering against hers. He could hear himself yelling, grunting, panting, begging, laughing, his cock vibrating inside of her. A few seconds later came the familiar sensation of a swelling dick about to explode, and he bit his lips and literally held on as the waves continued to consume him, and cumming nearly caused him to lose consciousness. After a time their bodies slowed and he kissed her again, before rolling onto his side, still nestled comfortably inside of her, his head against her shoulder. "That was incredible," he sighed. "that was so goddamned incredible. I'm thirty nine years old and have never experienced anything remotely close to this. Jesus...my cock is still hard." "Then you're ready to do it again," she whispered. "Absolutely."