Freaky Friday Flash Fiction One


By Cincinnatus (Leo_and_Beth@linuxmail.org)

Copyright 2009

Story Codes (FF MFF Oral Flash)



She couldn't believe she was doing it.  She was
following her doctor home; to his house.

He was going to give her something she had never had,
something she could never achieve on her own: an
orgasm.

Her problem had driven her last boyfriend away and
driven her into depression.  He had attempted to
console her; tell her that many women never achieve
the big 'O' and that there was nothing wrong with her
as long as she could enjoy sex.  But that wasn't
enough.  The shrink he sent her to didn't help.  He
suggested a sex therapist, but the one he recommended
was three hours away, out of her price range and not
covered by her meager insurance.

It didn't help that she had the biggest crush on him
or that she had attempted, more than once, to bring
herself to orgasm while imagining his mouth, his
hands, his lips and tongue, his penis.

So, earlier today, she had cajoled him into giving her
sex therapy to try to give her an orgasm using his
experience as a doctor, and she hoped, also as a much
more experienced lover.

Ever the gentleman, he said it could not be done at
the office.  So he offered to lead her to his home. 
He mentioned his wife, but she had been on cloud nine
and didn't really listen.  If he wanted to let his
wife know, that was fine.  It was therapy; he wasn't
cheating.

Just therapy.  Therapy that the thought of was making
her soak through her panties and jeans, dampening the
seat in her car.

They arrived and he lead her into the house.  Every
nerve was on edge. She could fell the dryness of her
lips, her nipples against her bra, the knot in her
stomach, and the slickness of her other lips as they
rubbed together with her stride.

The he presented his wife.  She was a beautiful woman,
taller than her but shorter than him with long black
hair and hips that made wondrous music when she
walked.   And they walked, the three of them, into a
guest bed room where the wife sat with her on the bed
while the doctor lowered himself  to sit on a fainting
couch. The wife touched her on the neck and thigh, and
leaned in with parted lips, and her mind caught up
suddenly.

"But Doctor, I thought..."

"You thought what?" he asked.

"I thought that you, I mean,  you, and I,..." she
stammered in confusion, as the wife stroked her thigh
with soft, strong hands.

"You know I cannot.  I'm not that kind of therapist. 
My oath prevents me."

She sat crestfallen.

"But my wife, under my direction..." he trailed off as
his wife pulled her mouth to her and kissed her.

Then she was naked with his naked wife, and hands,
lips, teeth and tongue were on her body and at her
center, and she lost herself.  But there was no peak. 
And then new things were tried, and he was naked, and
she saw his erection with its curve to his left, and
the pleasure in his wife's eyes as he pushed his
wife's mouth into her depths with his hips.

And then she could feel his thrusts through his wife,
and the room swam.  They couldn't wait for her
anymore, and there was a great twinge we she saw him
fill his wife, and when his wife gave her own release
in return.

Afterwards, she sat on the bed while the doctor and
his wife cuddled on the couch.  And then she said "I
think I might have, at the end."

The wife smiled a sad smile, shook her head and said,
"Honey, if you have to ask, you probably didn't"

And then she cried.  And sat and thought, and watched
them with each other.   She voiced her mind, and then
they talked plainly.

The therapist left the room and emailed someone, and
soon came back with papers that she signed.

And he was no longer her doctor.  She was on her right
side, with him straddling her right leg, with her
other leg against his chest.  His curve hit a
delicious place behind her pubic bone, and his wife
placed her sex at her mouth.

She could smell him inside his wife still, and then
taste him. He was moving inside her, and she
concentrated on the vulva at her lips, to please it as
he told her to.

Time disappeared, and then she felt his release as it
spread warmth through her sex, and tasted his wife's
surrender  at her lips.

And then she knew what his wife had meant.

She didn't have to ask.

