(This is only my second story and I enjoyed writing it immensely. The important thing, however, is how you, the readers, enjoy it. Please post any comments you have. I will take them all to heart. My intension is to make this a continuing story.
Finally, I would also like to thank terimarie for her wonderful job of editing. I recommend to her to all you authors out there. Thank you.)
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They call him the Fixer. His job is nothing less than unusual -- offering assistance to couples in need of extra spice in the bedroom or helping husbands loosen up their sexually repressed wives. He advertises discreetly on two web sites. After receiving emails, he chooses the most interesting or enticing to respond to. After an exchange of emails and sometimes pictures, he decides if they will go to the next level of scheduling a meeting. If they are all comfortable with this meeting, he will proceeds with what he likes to call his "project."
Over the past two years he's taken on ten projects. Although it doesn't seem like a lot, he has had several repeat sessions with eight of the wives -- most without their husbands' presence or knowledge. This is his ultimate satisfaction and pleasure.
This is the story of his most recent project -- and how dramatically it changed him. It began with a husband who wanted help in thawing his frigid wife. From the emails and finally the first meeting, the Fixer quickly surmised the problem -- the husband was really only interested in his own gratification. He had no idea what his wife's needs were. In his selfish mind he had a frigid wife.
Both in their mid-thirties, they were professionals and in relatively good shape. We won't spend much time on describing the husband. Jena, however, deserves some time. She was 5'8" and weighed about 145 lbs. She looked to be of some Mediterranean ancestry, with an olive complexion and short dark brown hair. Her mouth was wide with full lips. Her breasts were large and natural, at least a C+ cup size. They looked like what he liked to call fat mom tits. He immediately loved her wide hips and heart shaped ass. Long, well-formed legs finished the picture. She had a classic Sophia Loren body.
They all met for the first time in a local hotel bar. Jena and her loser husband met the Fixer at 7pm on a Friday night. Jena liked what she saw. The Fixer was about 6'3", 220 pounds with grayish-brown hair. He appeared to be forty-five. He was actually fifty-two. He was dressed in gray slacks and blue polo shirt.
Jena had at first been reluctant, but when her husband explained that this person, called the Fixer, would help bring her out of her shell, she at least agreed to the meeting. Though she was still fond of her husband, he was a selfish lover and she had stopped truly loving him sometime ago. Jena thought maybe this was a chance to have the type of sex she had always heard about. Though she was still nervous, she did like what the Fixer looked like.
"Hello, you can call me Rich. Jena, you are indeed a beautiful woman," the Fixer said. "I do hope we have the chance to get to know each other better."
Jena blushed, looking away from his admiring eyes and thanked him. Her husband ordered drinks, engaging in small talk.
"So what happens now?" her husband asked.
"That's entirely up to Jena. Jena would you like for this to go to the next step? Would you like to come upstairs with me?" the Fixer asked gently.
She nervously took a sip of her drink this time without breaking eye contact with him. "Yes I would," she replied.
The Fixer smiled and reminded them both of the original agreement. Jena would go upstairs with him -- if she agreed, she would stay with him through Saturday with the freedom of leaving at anytime. Either way, the Fixer would get her home safely. Her husband was to leave. He could go wherever he wanted, but was instructed not to stay on the premises, eliminating the possibility of second thoughts.
Both agreed, while her husband, the silly bastard, nodded his head in approval with an idiotic grin on his face. As they enjoyed one more drink, most of the conversation was between the Fixer and Jena. His low, gentle voice and caring eyes helped to put her at ease. She also liked the way he would touch her hand when talking with her.
The Fixer stood up and told her husband he could go now. He then held out his hand to Jena and said, "Come with me."
When her husband attempted to say something to her, the Fixer calmly said, "Please go, she's mine for now. I'll send her back to you a changed woman."
The two of them walked together to the elevator with his arm around her waist. Once the elevator doors closed, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly. She responded by opening her lips and meeting his probing tongue with her own. As he broke the kiss, he told her how much he was looking forward to getting to know her tonight. She smiled and nodded. He knew at that moment he had read her correctly.
Once on the twelfth floor, they walked down the hall to his suite. He opened the door and followed her in. The room they entered contained a king size bed, sofa, wet bar and hot tub. A large bathroom was off to one side and glass sliding doors covered the far wall, opening to a beautiful balcony overlooking the city.
He led her to the sofa, made sure she was comfortable and poured them both a glass of champagne. Sitting beside her, he asked what it was she wanted in her sex life, what was missing? She looked at him in surprise.
"Look, I know what your husband has been saying and what he expects from this, but it's obvious to me that you are the one who's not satisfied," he said. "So please, don't hold back. I'm here to give you what you want -- tell me what you want."
