"You want that don't you? You want your wife to suck his monster cock, don't you?"
"Yes, for the sex would be great." Kelly was eager. The therapist wondered if just talking about his wife with another man, would give Kelly an erection.
"Black men love blondes," he continued. "But what if she gets hooked on his cock?"
Her hand rose up and gently fingered the single strain of pearls around her neck. She was dressed professionally conservative, with black slacks with a short sleeve white silk top.
"What if you started to crave his monster cock too?" She wanted to know.
She brushed a strain of her blond hair off her forehead, leaned forward and shrugged her shoulders. Kelly watched the movement of her breast beneath the blouse.
"Zero percent chance of that." He stated the words, but they lacked strength,
"If I may ask, in a typical week, how often do you and Dana have sex?
He paused for a moment and then said, "Twice a week."
"Is it a regular schedule?"
"We have never verbalized and agreed to a schedule. But, yes it seems every Saturday night and once during the middle of the week."
"Does she always initiate sex?"
"Not always, but after all of these years together, we do have a routine."
"And how often do you generally masturbate now? I'm guessing when you're home alone and the need arises."
He sat up in the chair and folded his hands over his lap. His shoulders seemed to sink as he said.
"Twice by myself."
"Did you tell Dana you wanted to watch her fuck her friend?"
Kelly sat in silence. His eyes fell to the floor. He adjusted his sitting position. The therapist saw the way he brought his hands to his lap and covered his genitals. She knew her questions struck at his masculinity and he intuitively wanted to protect himself.
