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Marriage on the rocks couple takes their friend's advice, a marriage counselor, to bond with nature on Earth Day in hopes of saving their relationship.
"We just don't get along anymore," said Irene smiling a sad, little smile, while making eyes at the doctor, a longtime family friend that she's lusted over for years. "We're just total opposite in what we like and in what we want."
It was no secret that she had always been sexually attracted to Doctor John. Everyone but her husband, Tom, knew, that is, until now.
"I see," said Doctor John scribbling a note. "I should know this, but for the record, how long have you been married?"
"Tomorrow, Earth Day, is our tenth anniversary," said Irene with sadness, instead of excitement. She looked over at her husband. "You forgot it was our anniversary, again, didn't you Tom?" She looked at him with contempt, instead of love. "You forgot we were married in the forest by my tree on Earth Day, didn't you?"
"I'm sorry," he said in a growl, "if I tend to forget the unpleasant experiences in my life."
"Unpleasant experiences?"
"I was being kind to spare your feelings and to not wash our dirty laundry in front of our friend, as you are insistent on doing, by dragging me here," he said with a contemptuous look.
"Asshole," said Irene
"Whore," said Tom.
"Please don't do that," said Doctor John.
"Sorry, Doctor John," said Irene.
"Sorry, Doctor John," said Tom.
"You should be apologizing to one another, not to me," said Doctor John.
Tom looked at Irene and grunted and Irene looked at Tom and gave him a nasty smile, while inconspicuously flashing him the finger.
Doctor John was their tenth marriage counselor in ten years and they all suggested the same therapy, using nature as a way for them to bond and reconnect. A way to temporarily forget their problems, they all prescribed a walk through the forest for the benefits of some fresh air, sunshine, and the natural effects of the great outdoors. Reconnect with one another by holding hands. Let nature help heal what's wrong, is what they all said. With too much to see and too much to do, the marriage counselors figured that they can't be mad, while going for a walk and experiencing the magnificence of nature.
"We used to be so compatible," said Irene wringing a tissue in her hand. "Now we don't even talk anymore," she said tossing her hair back and tilting her head to the side, as if smoking and letting out a puff of smoke. Her eyes followed the direction of her head and she lingered her look, as if she was watching the smoke of their passion climb higher, before fading away. Only, she wasn't smoking. If she was smoking anything, she was smoking hot.
"I talk to you all the time," said Tom with a stern look and an already impatient and angry tone to his voice. "I'm talking to you now, aren't I?" The lull in the conversation waited for a response and when none came, Tom gave another dig at the fabric of their marriage. "That's all we do is talk. That's all you want to do is talk. I'd rather do some humping, instead of talking," he said humping his hips in the air, as if he was fucking her doggie style.
"Talking? I don't consider yelling at me as talking to me, Tom," she said with a shrug of her cold shoulder. In the way she was leaning away from him, her body language told it all. "When he's not yelling at me, Doctor John, he's grunting at me. If he talks to me about anything at all, he talks about his business, his cars, his dog, and his house. It's all about things. It's all about his possessions. It's all about him."
"I see," said Doctor John feverishly scribbling his notes.
"He never asks about me and, as if my opinion doesn't matter, he doesn't even ask me a question. Always too busy with his work and consumed with making money, he doesn't talk to me," she said again, this time crossing her long, shapely legs slowly enough to make sure that she exposed her shear, white panties to the doctor, while fluffing back her long, dark, lush hair.
"Pardon? Sorry, I didn't hear you," said Doctor John, no doubt, too preoccupied with watching Irene cross her long legs, while flashing him her sheer, white panties, than listening to her.
It was obvious by Doctor John's leer that he shared her sexual attraction. Who wouldn't when she looked like a younger version of Katherine Zeta-Jones?
"He grunts at me," she said again. "Yeah, that's what he does, he grunts at me," said Irene.
"You don't complain about money, when I'm paying your exorbitant charge card bills."
"Shopping is my therapy," she said with flashing eyes and a cold smile.
"Instead of nagging me to endlessly talk to you, maybe you should just hire Doctor John to talk to you. It would be cheaper than your therapeutic shopping sprees," said Tom.
"Money is what matters to him, not me, never me," she said ignoring her husband's comment by acting as if he wasn't even there in the room. "If the truth be told, he could care less about me. And if what he wanted was to hump me, to fuck me, and to make love to me, I dare say that we wouldn't be sitting here talking to you, Doctor John, no disrespect intended. Without giving my needs a thought, without sexually satisfying me first, all he wants is a blowjob, before falling asleep."
"I'm tired, Irene. I work all day, while you sit out in the sun topless in front of the pool man and the gardener.
"I see," said Doctor John scribbling more notes.
"He didn't even want to come here to talk to you today. I had to twist his arm," said Irene shooting her husband another nasty look. "He said because you were a family friend and too close to us that you couldn't help us. He said, because you're a man, that you'd be biased in his favor."
"Certainly not. That's utter nonsense," said Doctor John with a nervous, little smile and an uncomfortable laugh, while staring at Irene's exposed thigh. "Fair and impartial, that's what I am. I'm a trained professional," he said looking from Irene to Tom and back. "Actually, because I am your friend, both your friends, being so close to you is even more the reason that I can help you both," said Doctor John.
"He said the reason why our marriage soured is because I have a crush on you," she said staring at the doctor, while smiling a smile that not only exuded sex but also that confessed that she was sexually attracted to him. "Isn't that ridiculous? It's so typical of Tom to say that and to use jealousy as an excuse for everything that's wrong with him and with our relationship."
"That's bullshit. I never said you were attracted to Doctor John," said Tom. "Now that you mention it, however, you're always giving men the eye. You're such a flirt," he said shooting her back with a nasty look. "I can't go anywhere without men leering at you and you returning their stares with a sexy smile. In the provocative way you dress, if you're not flashing men your panties, you're flashing men your bra and more. You're nothing but a flirt and a tease, a cockteaser, that's what you are, you're nothing but a cockteaser."
"Do you understand now, what I'm up against, doctor?" Playing the victim, Irene looked at the doctor with sad eyes.
She gave the doctor the kind of weak and helpless look that makes men want to hold her, kiss her, and tell her not to worry about anything and that everything will be okay, while protecting her from big, bad brutes like her husband, Tom.
"I see," said the doctor making notes in his pad.
"Yeah, well, we don't have sex anymore," said Tom. "I can't remember the last time we had sex. If you want to know the truth, I don't even remember the last time she blew me. Besides, when she does blow me, she doesn't swallow. She spits it out all over me and makes a real mess of everything."
"I see," said the doctor, writing more notes in his pad.
"Sex to him is groping me, Doctor John, before I give him a blowjob and he falls asleep. What about me?" She looked from Tom to the doctor. "What about me? Don't I deserve to get off, too? Shouldn't I have some sexual satisfaction, too?" She cupped her breasts and lifted them up with both hands, as if offering her tits to the doctor for his touch, inspection, and pleasure.
"Yeah, well, in my defense, if you want the real truth, I'm not kinky enough for her," said Tom. "I'd need to swing from the chandelier for this one, before giving her sufficient pain for her to feel anything."
"Oh, you're plenty kinky," she said giving him a dirty look. "You're more perverted than I could ever be," she said jerking up her head, as if she was returning a soccer ball with her noggin. "Only, you'd rather watch others play it out on video, instead of doing it yourself with me," said Irene, while giving the doctor another pouty look. "Can you imagine him not wanting all of this," she said sitting upright to show Doctor John her fabulous figure.
"Kinky?" After casting Irene a long look, with his pen at the ready, Doctor John sat up in his chair to give his full attention to Tom, while waiting for an explanation. If he was looking to discover the intimate details of Irene's sexual peccadilloes, he was about to get an earful. "What do you mean by kinky, Tom? Please explain."
"Bound, blindfolded, and gagged. That's what I mean by being kinky and that's what she enjoys. She likes a little pain, too, don't you, Doll?" Tom shot Irene another knowing look. "She's likes being tied up to the bed, stripped naked, and slapped around. She likes having her tits squeezed and her nipples pulled, twisted, and bitten," said Tom. "I can't squeeze her tits hard enough to please her."
"Stop it, Tommy, you're getting me all hot," said Irene fanning herself with her pad of paper.
"We can't just have sex. She wants rough sex, the rougher the better. If I body slammed her and threw her up against the wall, before fucking her brains out, really pounding her body, she'd be happy. She'd be my obedient bitch forever."
