"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.
He shook his head, "No." and then continued "Over the years of our marriage, a number of black men have hit on her. It is either her blonde hair or maybe she is receptive to black men. Early in the marriage I was very jealous." He paused and took a deep swallow.
"I eventually realized it hurt our sex life and was immature. Dana hated that I was the jealous type she would yell at me to go jerk off and calm down."
"Gee, I got the impression that you were very interested in Dana having sex with him. You were certainly excited about the black guy she played with at the nudist resort."
He did not react to her statement, and then waited a long moment in silence. Finally she said, "I know you have reservations, concerns, maybe even insecurities. It would seem that he is very 'safe', and they are friends first."
"I was excited when she played with that guy. I jerked off and had an incredible orgasm. I always thought it would be a one-time thing like on vacation. But with this new stud, if this goes to a threesome, more than likely, sex with this guy will be a regular activity."
She let his words hang in the air. She crossed her legs at the knee and watched as his eyes followed the movement. She shifted her weight leaned back in the chair. She undid her legs and watched his eyes. Even though she was wearing slacks his eyes moved to her groin. She separated her knees for a moment and then crossed her legs again, this time at the ankles.
"At what point did your jealousy turn to excitement?"
He opened his legs wide as if his manhood need to breath. Her toes pointed at his groin.
"Maybe 10 years ago I made the transition."
