John and Britney

The door to office suite 304 was open. Inside, a very pretty, petite receptionist sat at her desk. She wore a sleeveless button-down white shirt, three buttons undone, and no bra. Her perky nipples poked prominently through the material, and her breasts swayed freely inside the shirt with the tiniest movement. Britney thought that was an odd outfit for a receptionist.

John and Britney introduced themselves and informed the young girl that they had an appointment.

"Of course," grinned the girl. "Dr. DuVoane will see you right away, if you could just take a seat. I'm Ginia; let me know if you need anything at all."

John and Britney turned around to find a place to sit. The front office was smartly decorated in pastel colors, in a 60s retro-futuristic style, a few paintings of pretty landscapes covering the walls.

The couple were just about to sit down on one of the couches when Ginia announced that the doctor was ready for them. The girl walked around the desk, and the couple saw that she was wearing a very short black miniskirt and platform black heels. "Not your typical outfit for a doctor's receptionist," Britney once again mused.

Ginia opened the white inner office door and announced the visitors. The bronze sign on the door said: "Dr. Simone DuVoane, PhD., M.D." And below that: "Marriage counselor."

Dr. DuVoane stretched out a delicate hand with long red, perfectly manicured nails to John and Britney and introduced herself: "I am Dr. Simone DuVoane. So very nice to meet you. My clients call me Dr. D. Please make yourselves comfortable."

Dr. D's inner office was decorated in a similar style as the outer office, except for the presence of large bookshelves holding a few hundred books and a wall plastered with diplomas from different universities. She motioned them to sit on a long light blue sofa, and sat herself across them in a similarly upholstered swivel, almost secretarial, chair with arm rests. The lightness of the chair allowed her to move around easily without getting up.

She wore a low-cut, white satin blouse which showed off her voluptuous breasts, a smart black cropped blazer, and matching short black pencil skirt. Black sheer stockings with little black dots, and black patent four-inch pumps completed her outfit. Britney concluded that her and her secretary's looks were deliberate, and meant to convey a message: "we are professional and proudly sexual."

Dr. D smiled genuinely at the nervous couple. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourselves and then we can talk about what brings you here today."

"Why don't we start with you, John?" Dr. D added, keeping the ensuing silence from getting awkward.

"Yes, uhm, my name is John, I'm forty-eight years old, I'm a professor of computer science at Columbia. I was born and raised here in the city."

"Nice."

"How about you, Britney?"

"I'm twenty-nine, originally from St. Louis, Missouri. I came to study at Columbia, where I met John."

"Lovely. How did you two meet?"

"Britney was my student, and after the end of the semester, we began dating. You know, university policy doesn't look kindly on faculty-student fraternization," answered John.

"Of course."

"And how long have you been married?"

"Seven years," answered Britney, knowing full well that her husband would get the number wrong.

"So, you have been married quite a while," Dr. D responded thoughtfully.

"Yes," both answered at the same time.

"Do you have any children?"

"We have one daughter. She's five," answered Britney.

"That's very nice."

"Do you work outside the home, Britney?"

"Not really. I do some charity work, but mostly I take care of the house and our daughter."

"Lovely. Now I'd like for us to talk about what brings you here today."

John and Britney exchanged glances.

"I think you should start," said John to his wife.

"No, you start, honey," Britney objected.

"Ok," John paused and took a deep breath. "Well, the thing is, our sex life isn't what it used to be, or what we both expected."

He paused, apparently waiting for a response.

"Can you speak about that John?"

John seemed reluctant, but Dr. D waited patiently.

"I don't seem to be able to satisfy my wife anymore," John finally said, morosely.

"What makes you think so?"

"Ok, Britney and I love each other very much, that's for sure, but she complains, you know, sometimes."

Britney attempted to intercede.

Dr. D stopped her by lifting her hand: "everybody has a right to express themselves here. This is a safe place for all."

Then: "'complain' is a very charged word; maybe she is just trying to communicate something to you?"

Britney nodded emphatically.

John seemed to agree.

"John, does Britney express dissatisfaction with your sexual performance, your skills in bed, or your sexual desire for her, or anything else specifically?"

"All of the above, I'd say," snorted John, betraying a little exasperation. Then: "I didn't mean to sound so harsh; I just get frustrated sometimes." To Britney: "you know I love you and I do my best."

Britney smiled a sympathetic smile at her husband. "I know you do."

"How do you feel about what John just shared, Britney?"

"My husband is a brilliant man, and a very, very wonderful and kind man, but he's right, and I admire him for noticing. The truth is, I need more."

"More sex, you mean?"

"Yes," Britney answered simply. "I'm afraid so."

John agreed: "maybe we're just not sexually compatible."

"I have to say, I think that is a very good sign, that you both share the same perception of what the problem is. That is excellent, in fact," Dr. D added. "With many couples, it can take several sessions before we can all agree on what ails the couple!" Dr. D clapped her hands excitedly.

"What we seem to have here, is what we, in the field, call sexual discordance."

Dr. D waited for this to sink in. Then she went on:

"Sexual discordance is not a yes or no thing; it's more like a spectrum. A couple can have a lot of discordance or just a little. And it can be different things, like does one person have a higher sex drive than the other, or are the spouses into different things, like, let's say, one of you is into anal, and the other is not; things like that."

Dr. D stopped herself. She did not want to give a lecture, that was not her job.

"What do you two think of what I just said? Could any of this apply in your case?"

Silence.

"Please remember that this is a safe place. We should all feel comfortable expressing our feelings and thoughts. There is no judgment here."

"Well," began John, "as we said, Britney's sex drive is just bigger than mine. Otherwise, I think we're both into the same things. I mean, we both like anal, for instance. So that's not it."

"Would you agree with that, Britney?"

"I think so."

John and Britney both looked a little embarrassed

"That is nothing to be embarrassed about. We see that in a lot of the couples we help here. I'd even say it's the norm, even within couples who never seek help. And it's especially common in couples with an age difference such as yours."

"But what can we do?" Britney wanted to know.

"What I would recommend, given what I've heard from you two, and after having looked at both your medical files (which you kindly sent over earlier, thank you for that)," Dr. D hesitated for a second while she found her train of thought, "and a lot of other couples counselors do too, is to complement your sexual play with a surrogate."

"A surrogate? What's that?" John asked suspiciously.

"In your case, it would be a man who can complement you by satisfying your wife when you are unable."

"A man?" John asked abruptly.

"Yes, a man. Does that bother you?"

"I don't know that I would want a strange man fucking my wife."

"I'm not talking about some strange man," Dr. D explained. "Our surrogates are totally professional and board certified. And very, very attractive and able in bed, I must add."

"We always have a few on call," Dr. D added, "right here in the building. If you're interested, I can have one come by right now and we can try him out."

John's frown suggested he was unconvinced. Dr. D looked at Britney.

"Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea, honey," Britney suggested timidly.

John now found it harder to object. When the couple made the appointment to meet with Dr. D, they had agreed that they would take counseling seriously, and not just go through the motions.

Dr. D could tell that John was coming around. Britney didn't look like she would need much convincing, if any.

"Why don't you look at a few of our surrogates? Maybe one will pique your interest?"

"What do you mean by look?" Britney was curious.

Dr. D picked up the phone on the small table to her right. "Ginia, can you bring me the profiles of the surrogates available right away. No, just the ones who are available immediately, hopefully in the building right now."

After a couple of minutes, there was a knock on the door, and Ginia walked in with three folders.

"Who would like to look at them first?"

John motioned to his wife.

"You have to approve of them too, John."

Britney examined the contents of each folder carefully. Too long, john thought. She obviously liked what she saw.

"They are all so delicious!" Britney exclaimed excitedly. "I like this one the best!" She handed Dr. D the folder of the man she had chosen.

"This is a very good choice, Britney. Julian has worked with us for over a year now, and we have never had any complaints!"

Dr. D handed the file to John. "What do you think, John; is he somebody you'd be comfortable with making love to your wife?"

John took the file and examined its contents, a slight frown on his face.

Britney looked at her husband expectantly: "he is board certified."

Dr. D turned to John: "you don't seem convinced, John. Would you like to talk about it?"

"I'm not sure how I feel about all this." He sounded a little irritated.

"Please remember that this is a safe place, whatever you are feeling is legitimate, and I encourage you to speak freely."

John took a deep breath and let it out: "I don't know that I'm comfortable with my wife fucking another man."

Britney chose to remain quiet.

"Thank you, John, thank you for telling us how you feel. Could you tell us why you this makes you uncomfortable?"

John struggled to answer, but finally said: "she's my wife, she's supposed to fuck only me."

"Would you say that that is a rule created by society, or is it something stronger?"

John wasn't sure. "Maybe it's just social." He shrugged his shoulders.

Britney observed unblinking, almost breathlessly, the exchange between Dr. D and her husband. She was already picturing herself fucking the delicious Julian, but dared not get her hopes up that John would agree to it.

"I think this is an important question, John. If your discomfort is merely a social thing--a construct, as we would call it--then maybe it's not a powerful enough reason not to give it a try."

John couldn't make up his mind. Honestly, he had never had to face such a question before.

Dr. D didn't want to sound like she was pushing anything on John. To do so would be unprofessional, and not helpful. However, she knew from experience that a surrogate was the best option.

She decided to take a more proactive stance. Looking straight at John, with great empathy in her voice, the doctor explained: "I've been a couples counselor for over fifteen years. I have helped hundreds of couples in your exact same situation, and of those hundreds of clients, I've only had one couple who did not benefit from using a surrogate for the wife. I would encourage you to open yourself to the idea, and just give it a try. And, if, after trying it, you decide you don't like it, you never have to do it again; like it never happened. And we'll try something else."

Britney placed her hand on her crotch against her black leggings and confirmed what she already knew. She was sopping wet. Whether her wet patch was noticeable to others or not, she frankly didn't care, she was so horny. Losing patience with her husband's vacillating, she admonished him, her voice a little more forceful than before: "maybe we should just give it a try."

"Okay, let's do it," John finally acquiesced, throwing up his arms.

"Excellent!" exclaimed Dr. D. She picked up the phone again and instructed her assistant: "Ginia, please find Julian and ask him to join us."

Hardly a minute had passed, and there was a knock on the door. Ginia stood in the doorway and ushered Julian in.

"Please come in Julian," Dr. D waved to him. "This is Britney and her husband John. They are very important clients of mine.

Julian was tall, dark, handsome, and his well-fitting clothes revealed that he was in excellent shape.

He smiled broadly and shook hands with John and Britney. The three exchanged polite greetings.

"What do you think of Julian, Britney?"

"He's gorgeous," she exclaimed. "Even more handsome than in his picture!"

"What do you think of Britney, Julian?"

"Absolutely beautiful!"

"What about you, John? Is he a good choice for your wife?"

"He seems handsome enough; if my wife likes him, I say let's do it." He clapped his hands once, as if saying: "so be it."

"Excellent! Why don't we all move to the bedroom where we will all be more comfortable?"

Everybody agreed "okay."

Dr. D led the way through a door to the side of her office into a room decorated in the same style as the rest of her suite, a king size bed against one wall, and a small couch about three feet in front of it, and facing the bed. Two more upholstered chair were to each side of the couch

"Britney, please sit on the side of the bed next to Julian."

"You and I will sit on the couch here, John. First row seats!"

Dr. D pressed her body against John's on the couch and took his hand in hers, their fingers intertwined. Looking warmly at him, she said: "I'm here for you, John, you and I will experience this together, and if anything makes you uncomfortable, you just let me know."

John managed a half smile. "Thank you, Dr. D. He was visibly nervous, clasping Dr. D's hand a little more firmly than he should. Dr. D said nothing, and caressed his hand with her other hand to soothe him.

"Are you excited, Britney?" Dr. D looked up at John's wife.

"Yes, very!" Britney exclaimed. "Very excited."

Julian sat next to Britney on the edge of the bed.

"Julian, why don't you help Britney undress?"

Julian didn't need any guidance, but he played along. He helped Britney pull her pink strappy top over her head, leaving her upper body only in her white bra. Reaching behind her with one hand, he undid the clasp like an expert, and allowed her to finish removing it.

"You have the most beautiful breasts," Julian complimented Britney. They were a C-cup with dark pink areolas and large nipples, the breasts of a woman who had gone through childbirth. Tiny piercings decorated her nipples.

"And I love your piercings, very sexy!"

Julian and Britney began to kiss passionately.

As they kissed, Julian undid his shirt, and dropped it on the floor.

"Britney, why don't you show Julian that magnificent ass of yours?" Dr. D suggested.

Britney pulled her leggings down to her knees and sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her feet for Julian to undo the straps of her heels and slide them off, and help her pull off her leggings. She got up again, turned to show Julian her round ass.

"What do you think Julian?" Dr. D asked.

"Just beautiful."

"I just love that tiny g-string," commented Dr. D; and to John: "Your wife is a very sexual woman, I can tell! You are a very lucky man!"

John nodded, without taking his eyes off his wife.

"Pull down that g-string, Julian, let's see her beautiful pussy."

Britney bent over exposing her asshole and pussy to Julian.

"So beautiful!" Julian exclaimed.

Julian crouched and grabbing Britney by her thighs, he began kissing and tonguing her pussy and asshole.

Looking at Dr. D and John, he observed, "your wife is soaking wet." And to Britney: "you really want it don't you, babe?"

"Yes," Britney hissed almost inaudibly.

"Britney, why don't you help Julian with his pants?"

Britney got on her knees and began to undo Julian's belt buckle. Struggling with her long nails, Julian finished the job, and then let his lover pull down his pants and briefs. A fully erect and magnificent cock sprang out at her.

She turned to look at her husband, barely three feet away: "he's so big, honey!"

"I can see that, honey, he's huge." John's was barely five inches, and Julian's appeared to be about seven, and quite thick.

Dr. D whispered in John's ear: "we do pick them big, you know."

Unsure of what to do next, Britney turned to look at Dr. D.

"Tell your wife to suck him, John. Tell her it's okay."

"Go ahead, honey, suck that dick."

Britney grinned at her husband and softly kissed the purple head of Julian's cock.

Then she began licking up and down the shaft, paying close attention to the underside of the head. She tried to take all of Julian's cock in her mouth, but could only handle about half the length.

Dr. D hadn't let go of John's hand, and now she squeezed it gently. "Doesn't your wife look absolutely beautiful, John?"

John nodded, "yes," he whispered softly, never taking his eyes off his beautiful bride.

"There's no hurry, Britney; spend as much time as you want sucking him. He is here for your pleasure." Dr. D encouraged her.

Britney did her best to nod despite a mouth full of cock.

"Your wife is such a good cocksucker, you are very lucky, John."

"Yes, she is very good. Never noticed how much she loves cock, though."

"You've never had such a good view of her before, have you?"

"No, never."

"It is an experience, isn't it, looking at her from another perspective?"

"Yes, definitely."

"Do you like it?"

John hesitated to answer.

"You can say it, John, it's a very normal feeling."

"It's very exciting," and after a pause, "but maybe she's liking his cock too much."

"The man is hung; you have to admit that."

"Yes, that he is," John somehow didn't find this fact reassuring.

"Allow yourself to allow your wife to enjoy herself. Make her pleasure your own. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, I guess it does," John had to admit.

As this exchange between Dr. D and Juian was taking place, Julian lifted Britney onto the bed, gently pushed her legs open, and began eating her out.

He worked his expert tongue around her clitoris and pussy lips, sank his tongue into her sopping wet pussy, and ran his tongue down to her anus, where he circled her pink puckered rosebud playfully before deep-tonguing her asshole. Then he slowly moved up again. Julian clamped his lips around Britney's erect clit and pressed tightly, sucking it into her mouth.

Lost in her pleasure, Britney began to moan loudly and uncontrollably.

With his excellent ear for a woman's sounds of pleasure, Julian doubled down on whatever Britney responded to the loudest. A few times he just stopped, letting his lover stew in anticipation, and as she grew desperate for his tongue, he would start again.

When Julian felt his lover was ready, he lifted himself, and placing one hand under each of her knees, firmly pulled up Britney's legs and pushed them down against her chest, exposing her pussy to his shiny, erect cock.

Slowly he entered her, knowing that she was not accustomed to a cock his size. She was so wet, and so open, that he slid in all the way. She felt nice and tight, and Julian congratulated her for this: "You are so tight, you feel like a virgin."

Britney loved the compliment and laughed. "Thank you! I've had a kid, you know!"

"Yes, but you are really tight, I love that."