
The Sex Therapist
by Lingus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After Bob left Lainie looked at the ad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello. Are you Ms. Lange?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. I understand," Lainie replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's that?" Diane asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Joanne, I really appreciate your call. I think I'm convinced, but I want
to talk to my husband tonight and feel him out about it too. Thanks for the
call." "This really sounds like something I'd enjoy," she said to herself
as she hung up the phone. "Now if I can just think of a way to get Bob to
go along."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing here?" Lainie asked rather harshly.

"Why? Didn't you miss me?" Bob asked brushing aside the tone of Lainie's
question. "I sure missed you. In fact I got so horny that I cancelled my
last appointment for the day and caught an early plane. That is all right,
isn't it?" he concluded as he took his wife into his arms and gave her a
passionate kiss.

"Ye..ye..yes, of course that's all right," Lainie stammered when they
finally broke their embrace. "I missed you too. It's just that I had a
couple of things I was planning to do before the kids get home." 

"Well, I hope those couple of things include getting royally laid," Bob
retorted as he pulled Lainie to him with one arm while he quickly reached
under her shirt and pulled aside the crotch of her panties with his other
hand.

"I think my hot wife's hot pussy is even wetter than usual," Bob observed
when he slipped his fingers into Lainie's slit. "What have you been up to?"
he asked.

Lainie blushed. "Just thinking about you, sweetheart," she replied.

"Are you sure this doesn't have something to do with your new job?" Bob
pressed playfully. "Did anything happen today to get you all worked up?"

"Absolutely not!" Lainie protested. Even though Bob seemed quite
comfortable with the issue, Lainie still couldn't bring herself to be
candid with him.

"Well, whatever the reason, I love being greeted by a wet dripping pussy,"
Bob concluded as he turned and led Lainie back to their bedroom. The Langes
had great sex five times that weekend.

"I sure enjoyed this weekend," Bob said as he prepared to leave town again
Sunday afternoon. "I don't know if it's your new job or what, but you sure
were a hot one. I'm going to really miss you this week." Bob and Lainie
exchanged a passionate kiss and he patted her on the ass as turned toward
the door. "I hope your job goes well this week. Have fun!"

The second week was pretty much like the first. Lainie continued to
fantasize about each of the guys and then bring herself relief with her own
hand whenever she could. Lainie slowly told Bob a little more about her job
each night when he called. On Wednesday night Bob asked why one of the men
that Lainie mentioned had come to the clinic. Lainie finally had enough
courage to say that the guy "can't get it up."

"Well," Bob replied flippantly, "if they assign you as his therapist, I'll
bet he won't have that problem for long."

Lainie panicked. "He knows!" she thought. "How did he find out?"

"What do you mean by that?" she asked. "I'm the receptionist, remember?"
Lainie tried to sound innocent.

"Oh yeah, but maybe that will change," Bob replied. He changed the subject
to talk about the kids.

That Friday night after the kids were in bed, Lainie handed Bob a large
envelope. 

"What's this?" he asked. 

"It's a video tape," she replied. "It's from work. My boss says that I
should watch it with my husband. Will you watch it with me tonight?"

"Sure," Bob replied. "What is it...some sort of dirty movie?"

"Of course not," Lainie shot back. "Well...I guess it's sort of adult
material but not like you would rent at the video store."

"Gee. Sounds like fun."

Bob and Lainie watched the video later that night. It was about love making
skills and was fairly explicit. Bob's obvious interest made Lainie a little
nervous.

"So this is what you do at work," Bob said with a laugh. "I've been
wondering about that place."

"NOT!" Lainie replied firmly. "It's something the clinic's therapists can
use if they want to. That has nothing to do with me. I'm just the
receptionist...remember?"

"Yeah, OK," Bob replied, "but I think the clinic is missing a good bet. I
think you'd be better than any other therapists they could find."

"Are you saying you think I should be a therapist?" Lainie said with
disbelief.

"That's right," her husband replied.

"Bob, do you have any idea what a therapist at the clinic does?" Lainie
continued.
"I think so," Bob answered. "They help guys who 'can't get it up' as I
think you put it the other night."

"Do you know how they do that?" Lainie went on. She couldn't believe what
she was hearing.

"Does that matter?" was his answer. "I mean if the therapist helps a guy
with a problem like that what difference does it make how she does it."

Lainie was so delighted she couldn't hide her excitement.

"Do you mean you really wouldn't mind if I was a therapist?" she asked just
to confirm what she thought she'd heard.

"Sweetheart, that's the job I thought you were applying for. I know very
well the effect you have on men. I think you should use that talent.
Understand?"

"I guess so," Lainie said still somewhat skeptical. "That is something I've
thought about, but I really didn't think you'd approve. It can get pretty
personal you know."

"I can imagine," Bob replied. "I can imagine. From what we just saw on that
video, it looked extremely personal."

"Are you saying that you would approve of me doing something like that?"
Lainie asked. "I mean would you accept my getting that personal with other
men...?" 

"You got it," Bob said bluntly. "I would accept it...but only on one
condition."

"Do I dare to ask what that might be?" Lainie replied.

"You have to tell me all about it...no secrets. Can you accept that?"

Lainie immediately thought about Joanne and what she'd said about her
husband's attitude. "You're just as weird as Dick," she said softly.

"What did you say?" Bob asked.

"I said I can accept that," Lainie mumbled.

Monday morning Diane greeted Lainie by asking "Did you have a nice
weekend?"

Instead of her perfunctory "Yeah. Great," Lainie said "Diane, it was
terrific."

"How so?" Diane queried.

"Well..., my husband finally knows all about what goes on here at the
clinic and says he thinks I'll make a great therapist. He was very adamant
about it too."
"That is great, Lainie. I agree with him. In fact, I'm planning to assign
you your first case later this week. Do you think you're ready?"

"Yes, I think so," Lainie replied with a shiver. The fact that her
fantasies were about to become a reality momentarily unnerved her.

"I'll talk to you more about it tomorrow," Diane replied as she headed back
into her office.

Lainie was very excited. She tried to concentrate on some filing that she
needed to do, but when she realized she was putting things in the wrong
place she put that task aside. Instead, she decided to do some studying.
She still had a lot of material that she hadn't had time to read. She
reached in her bag and pulled out a book on the role of surrogates in sex
therapy. She had just opened the book when John, Dr. Braden's first
appointment, entered. Since he was several minutes early, Lainie invited
him to have a seat and then returned to her book. She was soon so engrossed
in the material that she didn't see John staring at her and then getting up
and walking over to her desk. When she finally noticed him he was standing
over her looking at what she was reading.

Lainie slammed the book shut as her cheeks turned bright red. John, who was
about forty and quite good looking, said "Oh, are you one of the clinic's
therapists? His question and manner seemed innocuous so Lainie relaxed a
little.

"Well, not exactly," she replied. "I'm in training right now, but I hope to
be a therapist soon.

"Boy," John replied, "I sure wish you were my therapist. You could cure my
problem real fast. In fact, it feels like I'm getting hard already."

His comment made Lainie instinctively look at his crotch. He was telling
the truth. The bulge of his growing cock was plainly visible. As if to
emphasize his condition, John reached down and adjusted his trousers.
Lainie blushed again. She didn't know what to do. No man had even spoken so
bluntly to her in such a public situation.

"John, that's very nice," Lainie finally responded, "but I think you should
have a seat over there until Dr. Braden can see you."

John started walking toward his chair before turning toward Lainie.

"What's your name?" he asked. "I think it's only fair that you tell me
since you know mine."

"Elaine," Lainie replied without thinking. "My name is Elaine and it's nice
to meet you John."

"Elaine," he continued, "you don't suppose you could be my therapist, do
you?"

"I don't think so, John," Lainie replied. "First of all, I'm still in
training and second, you already have a therapist and Dr. Braden doesn't
change assignments unless the therapist requests it."

John looked disappointed. "Well, how about dinner then?" he persisted. "At
least we could get to know each other a little better."

Lainie didn't know what to say, but Dr. Braden rescued her by opening the
door and inviting John into her office.

In order to avoid seeing John as he left, Lainie made a prolonged visit to
the ladies room when John's time was about up. Her timing worked out and
the next appointment had just entered the reception room when she returned.
She'd had a narrow escape although she knew John would be back next week
and would probably try again. Lainie didn't know how she might respond
then. John was a very attractive man and from the looks of the bulge in his
pants when he got hard he got hard in a big way.

"I sure would like to try John's on for size," she thought to herself as
she was driving home later. "It would be a shame to let it go to waste. I
just don't know what Diane might think if she found out."

That evening when Bob called, he asked right away about her job. Lainie
told him that she'd talked to her boss about becoming a therapist and that
Dr. Braden had agreed.

"Honey, that's great," Bob said excitedly. "I know you'll make a great one.
When will you start?"

"Maybe later in the week," Lainie replied. "But you ought to know that I
did a pretty good job at therapy today just being a receptionist." Lainie
then told Bob about John and how he'd gotten hard just standing there
talking to her. "He was pretty big too," she concluded.

"Gee, too bad you couldn't do something with it," Bob said. "Better luck
next time."

"What do you mean 'do something with it'?" Lainie asked. She still had a
hard time accepting her husband's accommodating attitude.

"Fuck him," Bob said bluntly, "or suck him...or something."

"Bob! Shame on you. I'm a married woman. How can you think such things."

"OK. OK," Bob said. "But I think that if you get a guy in that condition
it's pretty rotten not to do something about it. I sure wouldn't want some
woman doing that to me."

Lainie masturbated twice that night as she fantasized about John and
recounted her husband's explicit comments. She decided that she wouldn't
let an opportunity like that pass again...if there was any way she could do
anything about it. 

"If it's OK with my husband, why shouldn't I?" she asked herself as she
drove to work the next morning. "If John makes a pass next time he comes
in, I'll call his bluff."
Lainie was about to learn that John was not bluffing. She had just sat down
at her desk when the phone rang.

"Elaine?" the man asked.

"Yes, this is Elaine," she answered nervously.

"This is John, Elaine. Do you remember me from yesterday?"

"Of course I do John. How could I forget your...your...your miraculous
cure? That was quite a bulge you were sporting."

"Oh, you liked that?" he asked. "Well, it was that big because it really
likes you."

"So what can I do for you today?" Lainie asked.

"Well, you can accept my invitation to dinner," John continued.

"John, I'm sorry but I can't do that. I'm a married woman and a mommy. My
husband and my kids expect me at home at dinner time."

"How about lunch then?" John persisted.

"I don't get time for lunch."

"How about having a drink together after work?"

"Sorry, but I have to be home when my kids get home from school at two
thirty."

"What can we do then?"

"John, I don't know what we can do. It's not that I wouldn't like to, but I
just don't see how we can do it." Lainie was pleased with herself for
admitting her desire.

"Gee, this is complicated," John lamented. "Just talking about doing it has
gotten me hard. Is your pussy getting wet too," he asked. 

"Yes. Damn it!" Lainie confessed.

"Elaine, then I'm going to fuck your hot wet pussy and fuck it good," John
said bluntly.

John's explicit language made Lainie's cunt even wetter.

"Have you even been fucked in the back seat of a car?" he asked.

"Yes, but not for several years. Why?"

"Well, it's going to happen again this afternoon. What time to you get off
work?"

"One thirty," Lainie replied. "Sometimes a little earlier."

"Great! I'll be in the upper level of the parking ramp in your building at
one fifteen. I'll be in a light blue Town Car. See you there." John hung up
the phone. Lainie was committed and she was so excited about it that she
was afraid she would get a wet spot on her skirt.

The rest of her day at work passed very slowly. Lainie tried everything she
knew but she couldn't get her mind off of that wonderful bulge in John's
pants and what it would feel like as it entered her. Finally Dave, the one
o'clock appointment, arrived. As soon as Dr. Braden called Dave into her
office, Lainie left. She wanted time to freshen up in the ladies' room and
to prepare a little surprise for John.

John parked where he had a clear view of the elevator and when Lainie
stepped out of it, he waved and yelled "Over here!"

Lainie practically ran to John's car. He held the back door open and she
threw herself in. In seconds Lainie has released John's hard cock from his
pants and was admiring it. The head was bright red and tilted slightly
upward giving it a jaunty look. The vein up the underside was very
pronounced. It's most notable feature, however, was its size. It was
huge..at least 8 and a half inches long.

"John, it's even more beautiful than I imagined," she cooed. Then she
plunged her head down and took him into her mouth. She began to lick and
suck at a frenzied pace. Lainie knew she didn't have time for the sort of
quality blowjob that she would have preferred to give.

Meanwhile John reached under Lainie's skirt and discovered his surprise.
She wasn't wearing panties. John's exploring fingers worked their way
through her thick wet beaver and into her dripping slit. John found
Lainie's clit and expertly worked her senses to a fever pitch. With his
other hand, John unbuttoned her blouse and loosened her bra. In seconds
Lainie's voluptuous breasts were hanging loose in John's hand.

Lainie made John cum in just a couple of minutes. Lainie nearly choked as
he exploded against the back of her throat. She had to swallow vigorously
to maintain her record of never missing a drop.

When Lainie caught her breath, she began to concentrate on the sensation of
John's fingers massaging her clit. A minute or two later she felt the
wonderful spasms of orgasm. 

Lainie wanted to spend a few minutes enjoying the afterglow of her climax,
but she knew time was very limited and she still hadn't experienced what
she had really come here for. She bent her head back down and again began
to suck on John's partially hard cock.

"Do you think you can get it up so we can get to the main course?" she
asked teasingly.

"Faster than you would imagine," John boasted. "Believe me, Elaine, this
guy isn't close to done yet." His words were soon matched by his actions as
Lainie felt his cock stiffen. In less than a minute it was back to full
staff.

"It's hard to believe you've ever had any problem," she said as she turned
her body around and prepared to take him in her cunt. "As I recall you
promised to fuck me good. You'd better keep that promise," she said as she
took his rod in her hand and directed it toward her wet opening. Lainie
slowly slid down onto John's cock wondering if she would be able to take
him all in. Her ass touched his groin just as she felt pressure on her
cervix. She was completely filled.

"OK, John. Go to work," Lainie ordered.

John began to thrust his hips upward as Lainie helped him by bouncing up
and down and rocking back and forth. She felt things begin to happen almost
immediately. It wouldn't be long before she came again.

"OOOhhhh, John!" she wailed loudly. "AAgghhh. OOHHH! Fuck me John!"

Lainie could be very vocal when she came really hard and this was one of
those times. Neither she nor John gave a damn that anyone else on that
level of the ramp could hear her and see her head bobbing up and down. 

Lainie paused only momentarily before resuming her rocking motion. John had
been silent thus far but he continued his pumping action. As soon as Lainie
sat down on John's cock and began to rock her pelvis back and forth, John
began to moan. He suddenly thrust his hips upward and held himself there as
he pumped his load into Lainie's cunt. Lainie increased the tempo of her
rocking motion hoping to cum again before John's spent member shrank
completely and slipped out of her. She succeeded and again loudly and
joyfully let the world know about it. Then she collapsed on top of John.
She laid there quietly for a few minutes.

"Oh my gawd," she gasped as she suddenly sat up and looked at her watch.
She had momentarily forgotten the urgency of the situation. The kids would
be home in less than twenty-five minutes.

"John, I've got to get going," she said as she sat up. "This was wonderful
though. I'm glad you were so persistent. That bulge exceeded my greatest
expectations."

"Thanks, Elaine," John replied softly. "You're the best piece of ass I've
ever had. I still wish you were my therapist." 

"John, I really don't think you need one," Lainie said with a laugh. "I
don't know what you're up to but your system sure seems to be working well.
It just satisfied me better than most men I've known."

Lainie pulled her panties out of her purse and put them on. Then she did
her best to smooth out the rest of her clothes. Her dress looked like she'd
slept in it...or been royally fucked. She didn't have time to care. She got
out of John's car and ran to hers where she quickly got in and raced for
home.

Lainie knew from the wet feeling that she had to change clothes before the
kids saw her. She checked in the mirror and there was a large wet spot on
the back of her skirt. Besides her blouse was all rumpled up from the
massage John gave her breasts. She quickly slipped into some clean panties,
blouse and her trademark tight jeans.

That night Lainie eagerly awaited Bob's call. Was he going to be surprised.
She hoped he meant what he said about wanting her to "do it" with other
guys. If he didn't at least this would be the time to find out and not
after she'd made a commitment with one of the clinic's clients.

"Hi honey," she said excitedly when Bob finally called.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Wellllll," she began, "I'm afraid your wife was bad today."

"Really? Just how bad was she?"

"Very, very bad!" Lainie continued nervously.

"You get laid?" Bob asked.

"Yes...I did...is that alright? I mean that's what you wanted isn't it?"

Lainie heard a gasp and then a moment of silence. She suddenly felt a
moment of panic.

"Bob? Bob, honey? Are you OK?" Lainie asked anxiously.

"Yes...yes, I'm OK," Bob answered.

"Are you upset with me?" Lainie went on.

"No, sweetheart. Not at all," Bob assured her. "I'm just surprised is all.
I didn't think you'd go through with it...or if you did, that you'd tell me
about it."

"That is what you wanted, isn't it?" Lainie pressed still feeling very
apprehensive. "I mean that's what I thought you had said."

"That's exactly what I wanted," Bob replied. "I think it's terrific! I
can't wait to hear all the details. Where did this happen?"

Lainie breathed a sigh of relief before going on. "We did it in the back
seat of his car...in broad daylight." 

"No shit! That's fantastic. Who was the lucky guy?" Bob asked.

"Remember John, the guy that came into the office yesterday? The one that
got hard while he stood there talking to me."

"Sure do," Bob replied. "As I recall you said he looked like he had a
pretty big one."
"Well, that's the guy, and I was right. He does have a very big one."

"Was it fun?..Forget that, because I already know the answer. I hope it was
fantastic."

"It was sweetheart, and I have you to thank for telling me to do it. I
never would have had the nerve otherwise."

Lainie told Bob more of the details of her encounter with John's bulge and
he kept asking for more specifics. "How big was it?" "Did he cum in your
mouth or your pussy?" "Did anyone see you?" Lainie felt pretty self-
conscious at first but once she got into it, she started getting turned on
again just telling Bob about it. He was getting excited too.

"I've got to go now," he finally said. "Now I'm the one with a bulge in my
pants and I better go relieve it. OK?"

"OK sweetheart, but you still haven't heard the kinkiest part."

"What's that?"

"Do you know what I found in my purse when I got home?"

"No, I have no idea."

"A hundred dollar bill. John must have sneaked it in there when I was
trying to make myself presentable."

"Wow. That is incredible. Well, John must know a great therapist when he
fucks one."

"Yes, I guess so," Lainie replied, "but when I found it, I felt sort of
ashamed...kind of whorish, you know?"

"Sweetheart, it sounds like you helped a guy overcome a pretty serious
problem. That's the work of a therapist and that cure is worth a lot more
than a hundred bucks to him. At least it would be to me."

"Thanks for understanding, sweetheart," Lainie replied, "but I must admit
I'm a little suspicious of John. I wonder if he really even had a problem."

"Don't worry about it. He wouldn't be paying money to come to the clinic if
he didn't have a problem. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Good night. I love
you."

The next morning Dr. Braden called Lainie into her office as soon as she
arrived for work.

"Lainie, I have some good news. Yesterday after you left I interviewed a
new client that I'm going to assign to you. His name is Jack Larsen and
he's forty-eight years old. He has a problem maintaining an erection. He
says he gets them easily enough but they go away when he tries to do
something. He's married and seems like a very sweet guy. I'm sure you'll
get along well with him. I gave him your name and phone number and told him
to call you at home at noon today to make all the arrangements. I want you
to see him as soon as you can."

"That's great," Lainie said when Diane finished. "He sounds like a good
challenge for my first assignment. I'll be glad to see him as soon as his
schedule permits, and I promise to do my best. Thank you for trusting me."

"Lainie, I know you'll do well. I saw no reason to tell Jack that he is
your first client. If you feel you want to tell him, that's up to you, but
it might make him less comfortable with you."

"I agree. Gee, I can't wait," Lainie replied as she got up to return to her
desk."

"Oh, and Lainie, you'll need to leave early today to be there for his call.
I would like for you to continue coming in on the mornings that you don't
see him until I get you a few more cases.  OK?"

"Sure Diane. That's fine."

At noon Jack called. He introduced himself and said that Dr. Braden had
told him to call.

"Yes, I know Jack," Lainie replied. "I spoke with her about you just this
morning. I'm really looking forward to working with you. When would be a
good time for you to begin?"

Jack and Lainie made an appointment for the next morning at nine thirty.
After they chatted a bit more about the general nature of the relationship
they were beginning, Jack hung up saying he had to get back to work. Lainie
was very excited. Diane had been right. Jack seemed like a very nice guy
and Lainie was eager to get to know him and work with him.

"I wonder what his cock is like?" she thought to herself as she hung up the
phone. "I can't wait to find out."

That night Bob was elated with the news. Lainie promised to give him a full
report the next night, but warned him that the program said there should be
no explicit sexual contact for at least the first two visits. Bob sounded a
bit disappointed but said he understood.

The next morning the doorbell rang several minutes early. Lainie was
engrossed in a recollection of her recent adventure with John when it rang
and it startled her. When she opened the door she was delighted to meet a
good looking man who she knew was going to be a pleasure...in many ways,
she hoped...to work with.

"Hi. You must be Jack. I'm Elaine. My friends call me Lainie. Please come
in."

Their first session was spent getting acquainted and watching a couple of
video tapes on love-making skills. Lainie asked Jack several questions
about his own likes and dislikes and those of his wife. At first Jack
seemed a little reluctant to discuss his wife with Lainie.
"I almost feel like I'm cheating on her," he confessed.

"I understand John," Lainie assured him. "Many men feel that way at first.
However, you and I both know that you're here because you really care a lot
about her and want to find a way to improve your relationship with her.
That's the only purpose of our spending time together."

Jack was comforted by Lainie's remarks and relaxed quite a bit after that.
By the time his session was over he was reluctant to leave. Lainie had
explained the arrangements to him so he handed her an envelope as he left.
They agreed to meet again the following week at the same time.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you then Jack," Lainie said as he left.
"Because next week I'm going to get to see your cock," she thought to
herself.

Lainie left for work at the clinic as soon as Jack had driven away. She was
going to make her first report to Dr. Braden in person.

"You did very well," Diane Braden assured Lainie when she finished her
report. "You did it just like the book says. That's good. It's very
important to get things started out properly. That almost guarantees the
best ultimate results."

Late that morning as Lainie was sitting at her desk reading, the phone
rang.

"Hi," said the woman on the line. "This is Joanne Robbins. I'm the
therapist that called you a few weeks ago before you took your job. I heard
from Diane that you'd just been assigned your first case and I wanted to
see how things were going."

"Hi Joanne. I'm glad you called. I actually had my first appointment with
him this morning. It went very well. I'm glad you called though because I
have something else that I'd like to ask you about."

"What's that Elaine?" Joanne asked.

"How does Diane feel about the therapists doing things with clients who
aren't assigned to them?"

"Such as?" Joanne pressed.

"Such as fucking them?" Lainie replied bluntly.

"Gee, I can't say that I know. Why do you ask?"

Lainie then told Joanne what had happened with John. She didn't mention who
he was, but she hadn't finished her story when Joanne interrupted.

"Was the guy's name John by any chance?" she asked.

"Yes. How did you know?"

Joanne laughed. "Lainie. John did the same thing to me except that he took
me to a motel."

"No shit. Well I didn't have time for that."

"I made time on a Saturday morning while Dick watched the kids."

"That's amazing. How can he do that with his condition?" Lainie asked
naively.

"Elaine, John doesn't have any problem at all except that he just can't
seem to get enough. I've heard that he's nailed every therapist that the
clinic has had on staff for the last five years. I guess I should have
warned you about him."

"Wow. How does he get away with it. You'd think that Diane would throw his
ass right out of here."

"Two reasons, I suspect," Joanne replied. "First of all I doubt that any of
the women have ever complained. The guy is extremely good and extremely
well-hung as you know. I'll bet that he's the best fuck that most of us
could ever expect to have."

"That's true," Lainie agreed. "I sure have no complaints. I was just
worried about what might happen if Diane ever found out."

"Don't worry about Diane," Joanne said. "I've also heard from pretty good
sources that horny old 'I can't get it up' John is banging her too. In fact
Betty, the gal who was receptionist before you, said that she heard John
and Diane doing it in her office. I guess it got pretty noisy because Diane
didn't know that Betty had arrived for work early."

"Joanne, that's absolutely amazing," Lainie remarked. "I never would have
guessed. Somehow I never imagined Diane having sex with anyone. I mean she
looks and acts like a spinster librarian or college professor. WOW!"

"No, I know she's married and I've heard that she and her husband have a
sort of kinky relationship...sort of like Dick's and mine."

"And Bob's and mine," Lainie added. "That's the other thing that's new. Bob
has started sounding just like your husband...and I love it. He's really
gotten into the idea of me having sex with other guys. He asks me about it
every night when he calls."

"Elaine, that's great," Joanne responded. "It makes this sort of work so
much more fun."

Lainie and Joanne chatted for nearly an hour before they were interrupted
by the arrival of Dr. Braden's next appointment. Lainie hung up promising
to call Joanne after she had her next session with Jack.

That night when Bob called, Lainie couldn't wait to tell him what she'd
learned from Joanne. He laughed when he heard about the scam that John had
going. 
"Sounds like a pretty clever guy," Bob said when Lainie said that he'd
nailed all of the therapists. "I wonder how he's managed to keep from
getting caught by the clinic though."

Lainie related Joanne's remark about John's fucking Dr. Braden too.

"So Diane's getting some too," was his reaction. "Gee, that's great."
Lainie was surprised by his response.

"I wonder how he knows her first name," she thought to herself after they'd
finished talking. "I don't remember ever mentioning it, but I guess I must
have." She let the matter drop.

Things with Jack proceeded exactly on schedule. During their second
appointment Lainie told Jack to undress completely while she stripped down
to her panties. Then they gave each other a good massage. Although they
weren't supposed to touch each other's private parts during this massage,
Lainie did sneak in a few gentle strokes of Jack's cock. She and Jack were
both pleased that it got hard while she stroked him. She didn't push their
luck, however, and left him and herself unsatisfied.

"Next week, I'll pay more attention to this," Lainie promised as she
stroked Jack's cock through his pants as he prepared to leave. "You have a
nice cock, and I can't wait to get better acquainted with it," she
continued although she knew this was a very unprofessional thing to say. 

"Honey, it went really well," Lainie announced proudly when Bob asked her
about her appointment during his nightly call. Bob did seem disappointed
but understanding when Lainie said that she hadn't gone further.

"Next week we'll get to play with each other using our hands. I'm really
looking forward to that."

"So am I," Bob agreed. "Speaking of next week, Frank has invited us to a
pool party at his house a week from Saturday."

"Both of us?" Lainie asked. Lainie was surprised because, although Frank
had frequent pool parties, she'd always been told they were for the guys
from the office only. Bob insisted that no women were ever present.

"Yes. He specifically said we should both come. I hope you can make it. It
will be Saturday afternoon as usual." 

"OK, I guess," Lainie said doubtfully. She wondered why the change, but
passed it off as a special outing of some sort.

During their next session Lainie and Jack again stripped for more hand
play. This time Lainie removed her panties and Jack got to see her pussy
for the first time. As they sat down facing each other Lainie noticed that
Jack was trying very hard to avoid staring at her crotch.

"It's OK to look at it Jack," Lainie assured him. "In fact today's
assignment is to get better acquainted with the male and female pubic
areas. We're going to spend our time learning what each other looks and
feels like. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Ummhm," Jack murmured as he let his gaze drop to his therapist's pussy.

"I'm going to give you a quick guided tour of my pussy...I hope you don't
mind if I call it that...do you?" Lainie began again disregarding the
clinical approach.

"N..n..no," Jack stammered. "No...no...not at all."

"Good," Lainie confirmed. Then lying back and spreading her legs, she
proceded to point out the salient features of her cunt while Jack watched
with rapt attention. When she got to the inner lips..."labia minora" she
announced...and clitoris..."just call it my clit" she suggested...Lainie
began to rub herself. 

"For most women this is the most erogenous and sensitive spot of all,"
Lainie explained. "I will cum very quickly if I keep playing with this. I
hope you don't mind my saying that, or my rubbing myself like this. I'm
really not supposed to do it quite this way," she confessed. "Is it OK?"

"Yes, it's fine with me," Jack agreed as he sat transfixed by this woman
who was masturbating just a few inches away.

As Jack watched, Lainie's fingers slipped further down her slit until she
reached the entrance of her love tunnel. Then he saw two of them disappear
into her. Slowly Lainie plunged them in and out.

"Oooow," she moaned. "This always feels so nice. I'm getting so wet. I hope
you don't mind, do you Jack?"

"Nooo," Jack whispered. "I don't mind."

"Good. Now I'd like for you to use your fingers and do the same thing to
me. Reach down and let your fingers get to know my pussy...alright Jack?"

Jack didn't answer. Instead he quickly moved his hand down to Lainie's hot
wet cunt. Then he gently began to run his fingers up and down his wet slit,
stopping momentarily with each pass to caress her clit.

"Is this OK?" he asked. "Am I doing it right?"

"That's perfect Jack. You do have a nice touch. Now slip your fingers in me
while you rub my clit with your thumb. OK?"

Jack followed Lainie's instructions with great care and soon his therapist
was moaning as she approached orgasm.

"Ooooh, Jack, that feels wonderful," Lainie said before her body shook and
she came for the first time with a client.

"Thank you, Jack," she finally said softly after she'd recovered. "I see
that you already know a lot about satisfying a woman. Now let's work a bit
on you."
Jack already had an erection by the time Lainie got him to lie down so she
could give him a guided tour of his own genitals.

"Have you ever looked closely at your co...I mean penis?" she asked as she
placed her hand around it's swollen pink head.

"Not really," Jack replied.

"Well, this is just my personal opinion, mind you, but I think cocks...I
mean penises...are the most beautiful things in the world, and I want to
tell you, Jack, that yours is one of the most beautiful that I've ever
seen." Lainie was beginning to slowly stroke Jack's erect member. She was
pleased to notice that it showed no signs of withering.

Jack appeared to be in a trance. He moaned softly as Lainie's caresses
continued. Lainie wanted very much to climb up and onto Jack's gorgeous
piston, but she decided she'd best continue the "tour" of his pubic area.
She gently caressed his balls. She gave up on the clinical terms completely
by now because using the term scrotum seemed too sanitized for the way she
felt at the moment.

"Many men find this area to be particularly sensitive and erotic," Lainie
announced as her fingers slipped down to Jack's asshole. "Does it feel good
when I touch you there?" she asked.

"Ohhh, yes," Jack confirmed. "That feels very nice."

"That's good," Lainie said as she returned to stroking Jack's still very
hard cock. She noticed with satisfaction that he showed no signs as yet of
going soft.

"Normally, I would continue this tour with my fingers, but if you don't
mind, I'd like to finish it with my tongue," Lainie said as her sense of
lust overcame her training.

"Fine," Jack sighed. "That's fine, Lainie."

Lainie lost no time in bending down and running her tongue up and down the
length of Jack's still very hard cock. Then she moved up and circled around
it's tip still using just the tip of her tongue. From there she moved down
and brushed his balls with her tongue and, lifting his legs and spreading
them apart, she forced her head down until her tongue touched Jack's
asshole.

Jack jumped slightly at the wonderful sensation of this sexy woman's hot
wet tongue against his tight sphincter. No one had ever done that to him
before. 

Lainie sensed tension building up in Jack's body, and not wanting to lose
the momentum, regardless of what the book said, she quickly moved her mouth
back up to the tip of Jack's pole and sucked in his swollen head. She ran
her tongue firmly around and around the tip several times before sliding
down until her mouth was filled with this wonderful new cock. She began a
frantic session of sucking and licking that she hoped would soon cause Jack
to shoot his wad...something he hadn't done in a few years.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, Jack," Lainie implored him as she withdrew
for a moment to catch her breath. "I want you to shoot your cum in my
mouth. I know you can do it Jack."

Lainie was right. With just a little more effort she felt Jack's cock begun
that familiar pulsing feeling which was a prelude to getting a mouthful of
hot cum.

"Aggghhhhh!" Jack groaned as his first blast hit the back of Lainie's
mouth. "Oahhhhh," he continued as the blasts continued. The spurts of cum
went on for what seemed like a minute or more.

Since Jack's session was less than half over so Lainie suggested that they
take a short breather and then resume the lesson which was supposed to
include another video. Jack was agreeable although he couldn't stop raving
about how wonderful it felt to cum like that.

"Lainie, I can't tell you how wonderful that felt. You are terrific...just
terrific. I feel like a new man already."

"I really enjoyed it too, Jack," Lainie replied. "I love your cock. I'm
looking forward to getting even better acquainted with it."

While they rested Lainie noticed Jack staring at her pussy again so she
spread her legs a little to give him a better look. Needless to say she was
getting pretty wet. 

"Do you like my pussy?" Lainie asked bluntly.

"I sure do and I can't wait until I can fuck it," Jack replied equally
bluntly. "From the way things are going, maybe that won't be too long," he
concluded hopefully.

Lainie noticed that Jack's cock was already showing renewed signs of life.
She wondered if she might be pushing her luck to try anything more, but the
itch in her pussy commanded her to action. She moved around and took Jack's
cock into her mouth a second time. It responded almost instantly and in
just a few minutes was back at it's previous fullness.

"I'm going to fuck you Jack," Lainie announced as she climbed up over his
body. She wasted no time in lining up his pole with her opening and then
slipping down quickly impaling herself.

"Oh my gawd," was all Jack could say when he felt the warm wetness of
Lainie's hot cunt engulfing him. "I can't believe it...I can't believe it."

"Shut up and fuck me, Jack!" Lainie commanded. "Ram me. Ram that thing into
me."

Jack gladly complied and as he pumped his hips up and down slamming into
his therapist's welcoming pussy, Lainie rocked her pelvis back and forth to
heighten the effect. Both of them were apprehensive about what might
happen, but Jack's erection never softened and after several minutes of
frantic action each of them came. Lainie was first but she didn't stop to
savor the sensation. Instead she picked up the pace until she felt and
heard Jack as he pumped a second huge load of cum into her. Then she
collapsed on top of him.

"Jack! Jack!" she mutter, "that was fantastic. I haven't been that well
fucked for a long time. Was it good for you too?"

"Yesssss," Jack gasped. He was still too spent to talk.  

"I've never had a man cum so much," Lainie told Bob later that night. "He
was really saving it up." "Wow! That's great sweetheart," Bob congratulated
his wife as he rubbed his throbbing cock. "You must be very proud for
having gotten such a satisfying result so early in his therapy. I wish you
were here right now to take care of me now."

"It was great," his wife replied, "even better than I had imagined. I guess
Jack really liked it too. He paid me double when he left. He promised not
to tell Diane how far we went because I'm afraid that she might not approve
in spite of the outcome."

That night Lainie fell asleep quickly because she was really fucked
out...something she didn't experience often. Bob couldn't get to sleep
however. He kept imagining his wife getting fucked by this stranger.
Finally after he'd masturbated a second time, he fell asleep.

That weekend Lainie felt very apprehensive about the party at Frank's
house. Bob insisted that she go even though she really didn't want to. In
spite of the recent openness in their relationship, Lainie still didn't
feel comfortable telling Bob about the passes that Frank made at her
whenever they were together. She also didn't want to mention her concern
about meeting Jim, the co-worker who'd copped a feel. Reluctantly Lainie
got showered and ready to go. Bob made the problem even worse by insisting
that she wear her trademark tight jeans and a white blouse that plainly
revealed her light blue bra underneath.

"The guys have all seen you dressed like this before," Bob rationalized
when Lainie objected.

"But what about Frank's wife?" Lainie asked. "I've never even met her. What
will she think?"

"Oh, don't worry about her," Bob reassured her. "She is a pretty sexy dish
herself."

As they drove up to Frank's house Lainie had such a bad case of butterflies
that she nearly threw up. Once more she asked to return home but Bob
refused. 

"I'm sure once the party gets started you'll be glad you came," Bob said
mysteriously. "If you still want to leave after we've been here an hour, I
promise I'll take you home." Lainie had no idea what made her husband say
that, but she was about to find out.
"Hi Elaine!" she heard a man call out as she followed Bob around the house
and into the back yard. "I'm so glad you could make it." Lainie quickly
discovered that the voice belonged to Frank who practically ran across the
yard to greet them.

"You really look terrific," Frank continued as her looked her over
carefully. "You are one very sexy woman. Why if your husband wasn't here,
who knows what I might do." Lainie couldn't believe her ears. Frank was not
only up to his usual hustle, but he was doing it right in front of her
husband. Lainie was even more shocked to find that instead of objecting,
her husband seemed to practically offer her to his boss.

"Yes, Frank, Lainie is a very sexy woman...and maybe if you're real lucky
you'll find out just how sexy she can be."

Lainie turned red with embarrassment at her husband's comment and she was
about to turn and run when Frank reached for her hand.

"Lainie, I'd like for you to meet my wife," he said as he turned to lead
her toward the only other woman Lainie had seen in the group. The woman was
tall and slender. Something about her looked vaguely familiar, but Lainie
couldn't imagine why.

"Sweetheart," Frank announced as he tapped the woman on the shoulder, "I'd
like for you to meet someone."

As the woman turned around Lainie nearly fainted.

"Diane!" she shouted in amazement. "What are you doing here?"

"Why, hello Elaine. I'm so glad you could come to our little party. I know
that my husband has been looking forward to this for a long, long time,"
Lainie's boss responded warmly. "I think you're really going to enjoy
yourself this afternoon."

Lainie tried to think of something to say, but before she could get any
words out Diane reached out and took Bob's hand.

"Bob, it's really nice to see you again. I have some new etchings upstairs
that I'm dying to show you." With that she led Bob off toward the house.

"What was that all about?" Lainie said to Frank who was the only one within
earshot.

"Oh, don't mind Diane," he replied. "She hasn't had a chance to fuck Bob
for almost two weeks now and I guess she couldn't take it any longer."

"What did you say?" Lainie asked in complete disbelief.

"Oh, I guess Bob hasn't told you, but my wife really has a thing for your
husband. She likes to fuck him as often as she can. Of all of her men
friends she says that he can ring her bell best of all. In fact, last month
I had to take her along to Las Vegas just so she could spend a couple of
nights with him. I told Bob that I was glad to share her with him but I
thought that turn-about was fair play. He agreed. That's why you're here. I
hope that's OK with you."

Lainie couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Her husband was fucking her
boss and had set things up so his boss could fuck her.  "Why that conniving
bastard!" she replied. "I should have known. What the hell, come on Frank.
We have some getting even to do." With that, Lainie grabbed Frank's hand
and led him into the house.

In less than two minutes Frank and Lainie were alone in the back bedroom of
the Collin's house. Lainie was naked and lying spread-eagle on the bed.
Frank was also naked but he was standing in front of her enjoying the sight
of this woman that he had desired for so long.

"My gawd Elaine," he said. "You are one incredible woman. I see so much to
love, I just don't know where to begin."

"Frank, just shut up and fuck me!" Lainie ordered.

Frank meekly but quickly complied. Within seconds Lainie felt her cunt lips
being caressed as Frank ran his cock up and down her slit. Then in one
quick plunge he was in her. He wasted no time in getting into action. He
pumped in and out as if she was the first woman he'd ever had. It took only
a couple of minutes for Frank to dump his load into Lainie's cunt. Then he
collapsed on top of her with his face resting between her soft large
breasts.

"Well, Frank. That was fun," Lainie commented after she'd let him rest for
a moment. "Only problem is, I'm not nearly done yet. Get downstairs and
send up a replacement." Then Lainie pushed Frank off her body. He nearly
fell on the floor. Grabbing his trunks and pulling them on in one move,
Frank hurried out the door.

It took less than a minute for another guy to appear. Lainie was surprised
to see that it was Kevin, Bob's new assistant. They had only met once
before and Lainie could tell instantly that Kevin was shocked when he saw
his supervisor's wife lying on the bed waiting to get laid.

"Ohhh, noooo," Kevin gasped as he turned to leave again.

"Oh come on Kevin!" Lainie admonished him. "What's the matter? Don't you
think you can handle me? I'll bet you can. From the looks of that bulge in
your pants I can tell you're interested. At least you have to try."

Kevin paused momentarily and looked back at the wanton woman who was
challenging his manhood. Again he turned to leave.

"Kevin, get those trunks off and get that cock of yours over here. If you
don't, I'm going to tell Bob that you don't think his wife is sexy."

It's hard to say what made Kevin decide to accept Lainie's invitation, but
she was pleased to see him slip off his trunks. She was especially
delighted to see that his tool, although not particularly long, looked to
be about as thick as his arm. Lainie gasped when she felt the head of his
cock slip past her lips. As he pressed further into her, Lainie's cunt felt
completely filled even though Frank had stretched her open with his
vigorous fucking. Once inside, Kevin paused briefly before beginning his
pistoning action.

Unfortunately Kevin finished nearly as quickly as Frank, but at least he
didn't stop thrusting until Lainie had also cum. 

"Kevin, that was very nice," she said after a moments rest, "but I'm still
not satisfied. Please be a sweetheart and go send up some reinforcements...
please."

Kevin silently obeyed her and slipped on his trunks while Lainie watched.
As her eyes followed him out the door, Lainie noticed Bob standing there
watching her. He was completely naked and was playing with his cock.

"Well, sweetheart," Lainie said, "I sure hope you're enjoying this because
you've created a monster that I don't think you'll ever be able to control.

"Who's next?" Lainie yelled loudly as her husband grinned from ear to ear.

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