
                                M/F, WIFE -- 1/1

                             Therapy For My Husband
                                Author: Unknown

      We'd been having minor martial problems for some time now. But lately
it has become very serious. Rather than beat around the bush about it I'll just
be blunt and simplistic, I'm horny. I've done my darndest to be understanding
about it. Now, I'm not unattractive and have been told exactly that on several
occasions. As a matter of fact, a friend of mine (who has been a helpful, but
platonic, support lately) has constantly reinforced my own positive feelings
about myself, so that I know the problem isn't me.

      Anyway, we have talked about it at great length. I've been very positive,
certainly not ridiculing or accusative about it. So we decided to see a
therapist. This took some doing on my part, but we eventually went. For several
long weeks we talked about possible problems and solutions, none of which
seemed to be of any help. Then the therapist started getting into what I'd call
the kinky solutions. One that was mentioned was observing others making love.
Now I know that in the past we have both enjoyed watching porn videos and they
have seemed to be a turn-on for both of us, but their "effectiveness" seemed to
have declined lately. Going home that night we talked about just that. My
husband, almost in desperation, said that maybe we should try it, but how. The
therapist hadn't been much help in that.

      Then my husband, who up until this time has really not opened up on this
subject, admitted something which really surprised me (and it must have been
hard for him to say, too). He said he'd a recurring fantasy of me "making it"
with someone else while he was there. With great soul-searching that evening
and the next day we decided to try it. Now all we needed was a third party.
This would be hard as I didn't want an "unknown" or a "pro" or just anybody.

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

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

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

      The day of the therapy arrived. Jim arrived as nervous and uncomfortable
as anyone I've ever seen, but my husband and I spent an hour or so just
talking. Jim never had gotten to know my husband, needless to say, so this
provided a good opportunity. My husband was the one who was going to control
the "tempo," so he suggested that we all change into appropriate attire,
bathrobes.
  
      In the bedroom, I reminded my husband that I needed some preparation. Jim
suggested that we put on some nice music and maybe dance a little, even though
he said he didn't dance well and hadn't for years. My husband agreed and said
he would just go off in the corner and keep quiet. We should ignore him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

