Private Therapy The Consultant

Sue was bustling around the bedroom packing her travel bags and talking to herself for most of the evening. I stayed clear as I didn't want to get pulled into the semi-organized confusion. She was leaving the next morning for Charleston, South Carolina. The week previous she came home from her office unable to contain her excitement.

"Jay, Jay. I've got great news. This is phenomenal."

"Let me guess at long last a winning lottery ticket?"

"What, no. Oh shut up and listen. Professor Allison Schraff contacted me today."

"And she is?"

"Only one of the most prominent and published authorities on sexual health in the country, the world! She's invited me to a seminar she's having in South Carolina next week for consultation on her new book. She needs people to confirm her research, and she chose a group of experts to advise her."

"That's wonderful babe."

Sue had worked long and hard in the sexual therapy field for years, helping to found an exclusive private practice and become an owner/partner. To finally be recognized for those efforts was great.

"So, when are you leaving and for how long?"

"Next Monday for three days. I'll be back on Friday. Near Charleston South Carolina. She's very eccentric and lives in an old southern home on a lot of acreage. I had to fill out a whole resume form for her. I've got to start getting things together."

That was last week. So, here we are on Sunday night with Doctor Procrastinator throwing everything together. She did sleep well that night even though her excitement level was overwhelming. I awoke first the next morning. She didn't even stir. I got ready for work, woke her to kiss her goodbye, and left. Sue was awakened by the landline phone ringing. In a daze, she answered.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Doctor Susan Chesley?"

"Yes, it is."

"Hi, this is Anne Heron, Professor Schraff's personal assistant."

"Yes, hello."

"I was calling to confirm your attendance at tomorrow's seminar."

"Oh yes, I'll be leaving shortly. I confirmed by email last week."

"Yes, well Professor Schraff always wants it done the old-fashioned way. I'll prepare accommodation for you here. There's a meet and greet this evening at six."

"Yes, I'll be there. Thank you."

With that, the call ended. Sue rose and headed for the shower. As she stepped in and felt the warm water cascade over her body, she lathered the soft soap sponge and lathered up. As she washed, her hands passed over her breasts and slowly down to her vagina. She bent her legs and spread it wide, letting the water rinse it.

"Oh, Jay you left too early this morning. I needed a fuck before I left. Well, I'll have to do it myself."

Sue moaned as she masturbated vigorously, rubbing her clit and fingering herself deep.

"I should've grabbed my black dildo. Oh, it's so much bigger than Jay's cock. He loves to fuck me with it and watch me fuck the real thing. OH! I'm coming! YES!"

She shuddered as she orgasmed, continuing to rub her clit until it passed. She tasted her fingers sensually, enjoying her juices. Then, realizing she was losing valuable time, turned off the water, dried, and dressed. She was on the road half an hour later for the eight-hour drive to Charleston. She called me twice during the uneventful trip when she stopped to eat and get gas. Her last text was when she had arrived at the professor's home at almost six o'clock.

By then I was home from work and enjoying take-out Mexican food, watching Monday Night Football, when my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, so I let it ring into voicemail. I figured it was a telemarketer or someone asking me to take a survey. About ten seconds later it rang again, the same number. This time I picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Chesley?"

"This is he."

"Hi, this is Steve Cervais. I'm the Head of Security for Professor Schraff."

"Yes. What can I help you with?"

"This is just a courtesy call to let you know your wife arrived safely and has checked in."

"Oh, thank you for letting me know. I did expect to hear from her later."

"Well Mr. Chesley, that's just it. The professor has strict guidelines on cell phone use, and the signal here isn't the strongest. We have a few landlines, but there's a bit of a crowd here for the professor's meeting, so it would take time and waiting for her to contact you."

Wow, this Professor Schraff is eccentric, I thought.

"I see. Well, Mr. Cervais, thanks for letting me know."

There was a brief pause on the phone. I expected Cervais to say goodbye, but he continued.

"Please, call me Steve. Also, you're Jay, right?"

"Right."

"So, Jay, as Head of Security I'm tasked with reviewing all the intake information we get on guests here that meet with the professor. She's well, a bit odd about things. Brilliant, but odd."

"Okay, I get that."

"Well, I'm also her boyfriend. Partner if you will. Have been for many years. In reading over the info your wife, Dr. Chesley provided, I see you two have an experienced, well, palette when it comes to "adventures."

"Excuse me, Steve? What are you getting at?"

"Oh, hey, I don't mean to offend at all. Look, the professor is quite an adventurer herself. I know, I've been on some of those adventures."

I was clearly getting irritated with this conversation.

"Look Steve, where's this going?"

"Well Jay, you see, I provide a side service here. And after reading your wife's intake form, and a lot of experience, I am contacting you regarding a unique opportunity."

"Oh, you have me intrigued Steve. What opportunity?"

"Well, the professor has this whole estate protected by security cameras and sensors galore. She adores her privacy. I'm prepared to give you and several other gentlemen access to this system. Every camera in every room on the property. HD and full sound. Interested?"

Actually, I was. Seems I had lucked out a great deal with cameras and security systems since we met Ellaine and Roger a few years ago. His whole house was wired, and so was our neighbor Helen. So much so that I was often invited to view the action going on in both places. Hell, I had made arrangements to have a similar system installed in our house this week, while Sue was away. I had to start keeping a better eye on her, and I didn't need her immediately to know about it. Our open swing agreement was to communicate when anything was going to happen single. Sue often stretched that envelope. So, if she could do that, I could do this. The security company was coming on Thursday. They would have the work completed in a few hours. Some of the techs were gifted at installing hidden systems, for a little extra. Then I could monitor her at will. I'd also taken the liberty of installing a GPS tracker in her car and software on our personal cell phones to view messages. All in the name of trust you see.

"Well Steve I am interested. Just how much is my interest going to cost?'

"Five hundred bucks for the week. One hundred dollars a day. All functions controllable from a laptop. I also have a chat room for collective viewing at no additional cost. You in?"

"Okay. I'm not going to ask whether the professor knows about this. Theoretically, how do I get the funds to you?"

"I'll text you a link. You can text the funds directly to me. I'll send you an email with the instructions. You'll have access all week, 24 hours a day."

"Deal. Pleasure doing business."

With that, Steve said goodbye and hung up. A few minutes later the link appeared. I used these before to send money to our kids. I had the cash to Steve in minutes. After that, an email arrived. I got on my personal laptop and read the email. There was the link. I had access to the cameras in minutes. It took a little time to figure out how to move around. I then clicked on the chat room. There were several people in it, including Steve. He signaled with a thumb's up icon.

The chat room also had camera and microphone functionality, though no one was on that at the moment. Moving around the house by camera I came across a large room where a number of people, maybe ten, were gathered conversing and holding cocktails. Most were women. I locked on to Sue. She was talking with another woman, attractive, well-dressed, about the same age. They were all milling around. I could zoom the camera in closer, though the mic was picking up a hodgepodge of talking. A message banner flashed across the chat message box, "Hey there's my wife Mandy." So, the other guys on here were the other women's husbands.

A petite blond entered the room and called everyone's attention.

"Good evening, everyone. And again, welcome. We hope you enjoyed dinner and this little gathering. Professor Schraff extends her greetings and gratitude to everyone for attending. She's had an exhausting day, so she'll be meeting with each of you soon. Again, my name is Anne, her personal assistant. So, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask. Please continue to enjoy yourselves. As the professor would say, please indulge yourselves."

There was continued mixing, drinking and chatter. I saw Sue and Mandy talking together. I bailed off the laptop for a while, letting the stream run while I watched TV. After about an hour I noticed the crowd thinning out, it was a little after 11 pm. Mandy had made her exit. Sue stayed, had another drink, and chatted with some of the others. Fifteen or so minutes later she put her empty glass on a table and headed out of the room. I started clicking on cameras, following Sue down the connecting halls, as she headed to her room, I assumed. The halls, and for that matter the house was dimly lit. Sue was walking past a room when she paused and backtracked a few steps. The door was ajar, and she peeked in, unseen in the almost dark secluded hallway. The room had number 28 on a tab on the wall. I quickly found the corresponding number on the camera menu list and clicked.

When the camera came on, the light was dim in the room. The camera adjusted for the light, and slowly moving images could be seen. There were two figures on a bed, male and female. The female's head was bobbing up and down, the male had his hand on her head, and his head was tilted all the way back. As the audio cut in, moaning was heard. The female was Mandy, the woman Sue was talking to earlier. Mandy was sucking this guy's cock. The chatroom display, which I had minimized to the corner of my laptop screen came to life. Dialogue boxes, camera screens came to life, and microphones were activated. There were ten guys jerking off on the cams watching and talking. Not to be left behind, I threw off my shorts and activated my camera and mic and rubbed my cock right along with them. Over the audio chatter, Steve was heard saying,

"Hey, that's Tyler, one of my security people."

Then was heard,

"Hey, that's my wife, Mandy. OH, FUCK YEA! Suck that cock you whore.!"

That was Bill, Mandy's husband. His name as well as everyone else's in the chatroom was identified with a name and spouse's name. His camera and mic were on, and he and ten others, including me, were on and jerking off to the action. Mandy continued to deep suck Tyler's stiff cock as he moaned on the bed. I toggled the camera back to the hallway view where Sue was watching through the door, every few seconds looking about the hall making sure no one was coming by.

I now had both camera angles on my screen so I could watch the action in Mandy's bedroom and Sue's reaction. Sue looked flushed, even in the dim light. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth subtly as she watched Mandy sucking cock. A few seconds later she started touching herself, rubbing her tits through her dress, enjoying her live-action porn scene. I was hammering my cock, hoping she'd walk in and join them. The chatroom was alive with verbal comments as guys jerked their cocks on cam.

Mandy's husband Bill said,

"She always finds a cock to fuck when she's away. I love it."

Someone else said,

"Hey, someone's in the hallway."

"That's my wife Sue watching. Hope you don't mind Bill."

"Fuck, that's HOT!"

The chatroom had a private message function for the users. I messaged Bill asking about Mandy, while simultaneously sending stats info on Sue. That she was sixty-three, a therapist and swinger. Bill wrote back Mandy was fifty-nine, also a therapist, but that he was her cuck, and they were in the cuck lifestyle. I sent him my email address and asked that he tell me about that at length sometime.

Mandy had moved from sucking Tyler's cock to sitting on it. She began riding and moaning, as did Tyler.

She rode fast and rough.

"Yes, oh yes Tyler. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep! Yea!"

"Your pussy is HOT Mandy! Fuck! My cock bigger than your husband's?"

"Oh, FUCK YES!! He's my cuck. OH, FUCK YEA! He'd be watching, waiting to clean me."

Sue now had her hand under her shirt, rubbing away on her clit, leaning forward on the door, now open a good six inches. Mandy and her partner never noticed, but her husband was stroking and moaning on the chatroom cam, talking to her as if she could hear,

"Oh Mandy, fuck yea, ride that big cock. Bring that used pussy home to me."

I was about to lose it watching Mandy, Sue, and the chatroom. I had to slow down. A couple of the other guy's cameras watching blew their loads. As they finished, they'd drop from the chatroom, their cameras winking out. Mandy changed her position on Tyler, to reverse cowgirl, her eyes half rolling back in her head each time she set full on his cock.

She threw her head back; both were moaning loudly. I knew Sue by this time would have her pussy spread, probing it with her right middle finger, wishing she were part of the action.

I announced to the chatroom that I was sure my wife was fingering her pussy while she looked through the door. All of them, Bill included, jerked faster. Mandy rolled off Tyler to the side of the bed. Tyler was behind her. She raised her leg, telling Tyler to fuck her, and do it hard. At this point, four of the guys started coming in the chatroom. Their cams winking off slowly as they were spent and left. Bill, Steve, a couple of others and I were left. I was fast reaching my peak. Tyler was hammering Mandy's pussy, the bead making a rhythmic metallic sound since it was a brass-style bed. Bill said,

"C'mon Mandy. Come on that big cock!"

Both Mandy and Tyler were moaning heavily. Mandy started shaking visibly, then lurched her head back,

"YES, YES, OH FUCK YES!!!!"

Tyler echoed much the same, pulling his cock out of Mandy and shooting his load all over her pussy. Bill yelled and blew his load in chat. I couldn't hold out anymore and leaned back in my chair shooting a stream of jizz straight into the air. It landed on my balls, lubing my cock as I stroked out the last drop.

Recovering quickly, I noticed Mandy, rising from the bed, telling Tyler to get dressed and get out. On the hallway cam, Sue headed down the hall at a faster-than-normal pace. Mandy noticed the door, and as she ushered Tyler out of the room she looked up and down the hall, catching Sue's silhouette as she disappeared behind her room door three rooms down. She closed the door securely after that. I peeked into Sue's room. She was sitting on the bed, still somewhat flushed. Only one lamp was on in her room, so it looked very dim. She picked up her cell phone and started texting. A minute later my phone notification went off with her message saying it had been a long day of travel and meetings, and she was turning in. She said phone use was difficult as the signal strength was low. I said no worries, glad all was well. We both said I love you. I didn't keep watching her as she dodged around the room getting ready for bed. On the camera, it appeared as if the house was settling for the night. The other rooms were dark. Also, there were areas of the house that had no access. Steve must have the master control. It was almost 1 am, so I headed to bed but left the session connected so I could check if I woke up that night.

Being over sixty, I always was up at least once a night to pee. As I came and went to the bathroom, I checked the house cams. There was nothing of any importance to see. The cams trying to adjust to the dim light of the hallways and rooms. I went back to bed and fell asleep quickly. My phone alarm went off promptly at 6 am. I rose, fed the cats, and got ready for work. I had arranged to work from home all week, lightening up my customer appointment schedule as much as possible. The cam and chatroom were quiet, though some guys were coming and going from it, checking periodically like I was. By coincidence, Bill, Mandy's husband from last night, was in the chatroom. He said through the mic, on a private message box,

"So, how about last night? Like what you saw?"

"Oh, hell yes Bill, it was phenomenal. If you don't mind me asking, what's your guys' story? You swingers like us?"

Bill laughed a bit saying,

"Well, it's hard to be married to a sex therapist who genuinely enjoys her work. Yeah, I guess we are. Didn't start out that way, but over time. I was the conservative one. Mandy is the adventurer. Claimed her work was depressing, treating all this sexual dysfunction. She's a college professor now. Got out of treating patients directly. We've been married thirty years. This lifestyle is better than her sneaking around. Besides, I get off watching her fuck other, younger guys. She comes back home hot for me. How about you?"

"Pretty much the same. Married thirty-five years. Sue has a private practice. She's fucking whenever she wants. Our agreement was to know when and who and be included most of the time."

"How's it working?"

"Good and bad. Gets me off seeing her pleased sexually. She really does help people having sexual difficulties. I think it's too hands-on, but what do I know? Kids are grown and gone. I wish we had gotten into this when we were younger. I think she likes cuckolding me sometimes."

"Yep, same here. They think they know everything. My advice, get as much on the side as YOU can. I'm sure they are."

A moment later there was movement on some of the hallway cams. Staff moving about. It was just after 7 am and the house was coming to life. I checked Sue's room camera. She was already out of bed. The bathroom door was partially open, and I could hear the shower running. I panned around the cameras I had access to. The number and order of them changed periodically. Steve, the security guy at work, I guessed. Sue came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, a towel loosely covering her form. Her hair was wrapped in a towel as well. The towels came off quickly, and I regretted not being there to get her turned on and fucked so she'd have to take yet another shower. While her room camera and several others were on the chatroom display, it was difficult to know who was watching her.

I wrote a message on the chat display that my wife was on camera twenty-eight. I got a few responses from the half dozen other guys in the room. I zoomed in on her, getting good views of her naked. Oh, that sweet hairy pussy and round ass. Looking good for sixty-four years old. She bustled around the room doing her hair, getting dressed, and the chatroom, remarking on her choice of bra and panties. She chose a simple sundress to wear. I guess it was warmer in South Carolina. She then left the room, taking her computer back and room card key, (some things in that house were very up to date). I was jostling my time between my work computer and personal laptop, trying to keep track of Sue on camera as she moved through the corridors. She entered a large common dining area with tables and chairs and a well-stocked breakfast buffet. She greeted several other women, moving through the buffet line looking over everything, settling on coffee, juice, and from what I could tell, yogurt.