He was late. As usual. Never should have wasted his time getting the phone number of that blond stopped next to him at the red light. He was incorrigible. Mary was right. This group was going to be his last chance.
He found it at last. Right across the hall from Overeaters Anonymous. (It had given him quite a start when he peered in that window!)
This door's window was covered up so that he couldn't see in. The entire pane was covered with a sign that read simply "Sexual Addiction Recovery Group." Jake shrugged his shoulders. He supposed everyone had a right to their privacy.
He hesitated at first, took a few deep breaths, and then finally opened the door. He was going to have to do this.
They were already seated in a circle talking. Their heads swiveled when Jake entered the room. Five women and only two men. Jake made three. He never imagined there would be so many women.
The brunette in the green silk halter top was the first to speak. "Hello, my name is Kristen," she said in a soft musical voice. "Welcome to our group. Won't you take a seat?" She motioned toward the only available chair. Right next to the blind girl and her seeing eye dog, a mellow but still rather formidable-looking German shepherd.
Jake sat down reluctantly. "Let's start over," Kristen said. "My name is Kristen, and I'm a sexaholic."
"Hi, Kristen," the group said in unison.
Next up was the guy on Kristen's right, whose gold chain and hairy chest made him look like a refugee from the 1970s. How this guy ever scored Jake couldn't imagine. "Hi, I'm Dave, and I'm a sexaholic," he said.
"Hi, Dave," the group chimed as one.
When it came Jake's turn, he uttered the same words. He supposed they were true. This group was his last hope of keeping Mary.
"You see Jake, it's really all about self-control," Kristen was saying, just as Jake was about to nod off from the boredom of listening to endless self-confessions and the intricacies of the twelve step program. "You're doing pretty good so far," she said. "You know, I've watched you staring at these," she said, squeezing her braless breasts together so that they became tanned globes threatening to burst out of her halter top. "But you haven't rushed over to grab them. You haven't even tried to hit on me.
"I'll bet you can even restrain yourself if I do this," she said, taking off her halter top altogether and flinging it into the corner of the room. Her nipples were dark brown and, as Jake could plainly see, fully erect. She smiled at him. "You're probably getting hard now, but you will be able to control yourself.
"Am I right, Suki?" she asked, addressing her query to the blind girl sitting on Jake's right. Suki's hand slithered into Jake's lap, then wrapped it around Jake's quite stiff organ. She nodded in answer to Kristen's question. Jake glanced at the blind girl's long, silky black hair as she squeezed his throbbing tool. "You'll have to forgive Suki, she can't see, so she has to get to know people with her hands. The trouble comes when she starts to use her mouth. Isn't that right, Suki."
Suki nodded in silence, her hand never leaving Jake's lap. She gave Jake's penis a final squeeze before her hand strayed down to cup his balls. "Suki, I'm going to let you touch his skin, but remember no mouth," Kristen said. Dave was rolling one of Kristen's nipples between his fingers as she spoke.
Suki slowly unzipped him and pulled his underpants down in front. Jake felt his organ spring free into Suki's welcoming grasp. "Jake, we're going to show you that you can control yourself no matter what the situation. Just keep thinking of your dear wife, and nothing we can do can make you act against your marital vows. You can do it. You have the power. Let's show him, girls."
