The young receptionist smiled and handed him a clip board. "Please fill this out," she said, "and I'll tell her you are here." She turned and went through the door behind her.
He sat down in the waiting room and completed the medical history and insurance forms. He was a little over weight, and going bald. When the receptionist returned she announced that it was the end of the day, she had to leave, and the therapist would be out shortly.
A few moments later the door opened again. The therapist stood with one hand on the doorknob and looked at him. She was conservatively dressed in a white silk blouse and a black skirt. He thought she was a very good looking woman in her mid-forties. Her blond hair was cut short. Her eyes were a bright blue.
"I'm Kelly Newburg", he said with a little hesitation. "I'm a friend of Tom Hunterdon's"
She smiled to greet him, but she had an air of professional detachment. "Yes, I recall. Please come in." He followed her down the hall. She was rather tall, virtually the same height as him. Her steps were quick and her body moved with an easy athletic motion.
There were two closed doors with Doctor's nameplates on each side. She walked to the end of the hall and opened the door there.
She motioned for him to come in. There was a couch along the left wall with two comfortable chairs facing each other, with a coffee table situated between them. An office desk faced the room from the right side.
She pointed toward a chair and said, "Please be seated". He crumpled down more than sat in the chair that had it's back to the door. She sat opposite him. He had the look of a middle aged man, whose best days were behind him.
"How can I help you?"
He avoided looking at her and glanced around the room. Framed diplomas hung on the wall. A fichus tree filled the far corner.
He brought his eyes back to her, but he still did not look her in the face. His eyes were on her hemline ass it rested on her knees. He took an exacerbated inhalation and released it with an audible sigh.
"In general do you think married couples considering and actually having threesomes are becoming more common?"
"You asked an interesting question. I don't know of any statistics. Why do you ask?"
He shifted his weight in the chair and dropped his eyes to the floor.
"My wife and I almost had two threesome experiences." He paused for a moment and seemed uncertain what to say next.
She looked at him without emotion, 'Why don't you tell me about it".
" The first one was with a very well endowed black man that included oral sex between the two of them. Then right before he was about to enter her, she got cold feet and backed out. In hindsight it bothered her she did not go all the way. Our second almost threesome went from purely sexual, to my wife and the other man starting to use the love word. And I called it off. Both my wife and I thought the well hung black guy was our best situation."
She folded her hands on her lap and let silence fill the room for a moment. "Who initiated the, 'almost threesome's?'
He seemed to focus on her black pumps and the delicate way her stockings accented her ankles.
"We both had agreed ahead of time this is something we wanted to do. It turned me on that my wife was so turned on by the length and thickness of the black man. She viewed it as a challenge to satisfy a penis that big. I am your typical six inch endowment. The black man was almost as thick as a soda can."
"Your wife is a lucky lady that your fantasy results in her pleasure. You're a lucky guy that she is such a pleasing woman." A small smile crept across her face, but she quickly recovered her professional detachment.
Kelly swallowed and took another deep breath before he continued, "He was a solid 9 inches long and extremely thick. It was incredible. This was about 8 years ago at a nude resort many of the females thought he was too hung. My wife was on the other extreme and thought his mule penis was perfect."
"Nude resort?"
In Jamaica. He was also a guest at the resort we stayed. My wife Dana, that's her name."
For the first time since he sat down, he raised his chin, but he never looked into her eyes. His gaze fell on her blouse. It was open at the neck and he could see the hint of a lace camisole covering her breasts. He quickly lowered his head but continued speaking.
