Dear Readers, this is my 3rd published story on this site. I've taken aspects, themes, and even some dialogue from my previous stories. I have an idea that I really want to perfect, and I think I really hit the nail on the head with this story.
It would be greatly appreciated if you could give me some feedback about this story so I can keep making my stories better and better.
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"Honey, I can't take the kids to school this morning," Michelle said.
Jack almost spit out his morning coffee. He jerked his head up from his newspaper, darting his eyes toward her with a pained expression. He stared at her for a moment, obviously annoyed, and finally blurted out, "What?! Why not?"
"I have a headache and I'm just feeling really stressed out. Please Jack, just today."
He shook his head. Then, reluctantly said, "Fine." He continued reading the morning paper, but pulled it back down and added, "But now you owe me one," and gave Michelle a cheeky grin.
She knew what that grin meant: Sex. Sex was something that was becoming nonexistent in the household. It had been about six weeks since their last encounter. Michelle loved her husband and she knew that he loved her, but for the past few months she didn't feel comfortable having sex. She had a feeling she knew why all of this was happening. Four months ago, she reached her fortieth birthday. While her friends congratulated her, deep down Michelle was beginning to loath herself. She suddenly found minor imperfections with her body that she would criticize in the mirror: She was too fat. She had crows feet. She needed plastic surgery on her neck.
None of these things were true, but she had convinced herself that they were. In fact, to the untrained eye, her body was still in fantastic shape. She was perhaps past her prime, but still very sexy. She did yoga twice a week and lifted weights three times a week. She ate healthy, dressed well and did everything possible to look her best. As a result, Michelle had a body to die for; big, well-shaped 34 C's, and a nice firm butt which peeked beneath her flowing golden locks. She would stare at this same body several times a day with her piercing light blue eyes.
She knew she teased Jack simply by being in the same household. He would come up behind her and start dry humping her or grab her tits, but she would always find an excuse to say no. Jack couldn't understand why. Nothing had changed drastically in the last few months and he never thought of her turning forty as the catalyst for such torture. He didn't want to believe she was having an affair or considering divorce, but he couldn't quite take those things off the table just yet.
Even Michelle couldn't quite explain her behavior. Yes, she was uncomfortable with the way her body looked, but she still had a powerful libido. Her face was planted against the window as she watched her husband start the car, with her kids in the backseat. As he backed out of the driveway and sped off, she let off a sigh of relief. "Finally." she breathed.
She quickly scurried up the stairs from the foyer into their bedroom. She went into her dresser and pulled out her "boyfriend"; a modest 6 inch dildo, which bared an uncanny resemblance to her husband's cock.
She pushed it up against the wall and put the suction cup a few feet off the ground. She then knelt in front of it as if she were worshiping a deity and was sacrificing herself as an offering. She gripped the shaft and slowly kissed the tip. She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the experience. She imagined she was sucking her husband's cock.
She loved to suck his dick and please him, but the last few months she wasn't having any of it. If she sucked his dick, that would inevitably lead to sex which she couldn't bare at the moment. She refocused her attention on the cock in front of her, and furiously began sucking it. She even deep throated it a few times, and a finger slowly made its way to her freshly shaven pussy that her husband wouldn't get the pleasure of burying his face in. This went on for a few minutes before she stopped. She sat back on her knees, pulled the dildo off the wall and threw it across the room.
She started crying. Michelle couldn't take it anymore.
She loved playing with her "boyfriend," but it wasn't the same thing as having a real man, especially attached to the man she loved. Once she calmed down, she called her best friend. "Kate, its Michelle."
"Hey, how are you?" Kate replied, cheerfully.
"Oh, Kate, I just can't do it anymore!"
"What happened?"
Michelle went on, half-crying, "I...I hate my body. I hate it, I'm disgusting."
Kate recoiled her head, holding the phone, and responded the only sensible way she knew how, "What the hell are you talking about?!?"
"My body," Michelle insisted. "I mean, it's not what it used to be."
"It's not supposed to be." Kate volleyed back. There was a brief pause. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Of course Michelle definitely had. In fact, she was looking in one right then. "I mean, Michelle...I would kill for your body. Any woman would, and any man would want to play with your butt and boobs like a he was at a carnival."
Michelle had no response.
"Look, I know it's not easy what you're going through. I've been there as well, and I think I know something that may help."
Michelle perked up, asking, "What is it? What!?!"
"Well, I should have told you this sooner, but me and my husband went to a...well... couples counseling of sorts. It's not what you think, but it was quite the experience, and I'll leave it at that."
Michelle could picture Kate grinning ear to ear on the other line. What could it possibly be? she thought. She had never heard anything good about couples therapy, but perhaps now was a better time than ever.
"So, who are they... or him, I mean-." Michelle asked.
"It's a 'her,' actually; Dr. Booker. She's top notch. She has a Ph.D in Sexuality from Princeton. And I know what you're thinking: Couples therapy! I don't want to do that."
Michelle nodded behind the phone.
"Well, I don't want to ruin the surprise,' Kate teased, "but they have a unique way of dealing with these kinds of issues."
"Wait. They? I thought it was just her?" Michelle quizzed.
"You'll find out soon enough. Hold on one minute while I go find the number."
"They," Michelle thought, "What kind of counseling is this?"
"Okay, I got it," Kate broke up Michelle's thoughts. "It's 555-2387"
"Alright, thanks so much Kate. I really appreciate you talking me down. And I think I'll really like Dr...?"
"Dr. Booker. And yes, you will. Goodbye."
"Bye." Michelle said, and disconnected.
Chapter 2
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How was she going to break it to him? Couples Counseling; the last thing a man ever wanted to hear.
Jack was sitting in the living room with the kids as they watched cartoons.
"Hi mom!" the kids shouted. They ran over and gave her a hug.
She embraced them back. "Kids, you can watch TV, but mommy needs to talk to daddy."
Jack's head shot up from his laptop and furrowed his brow.
"C'mon honey," Michelle said with a smile.
She grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs where they sat down next to each other on the bed. "Jack," she began, "I'm sure you've noticed I've been acting differently these past few months." He nodded, and she continued, "And it's by no fault of yours, it's just me. Ever since I turned forty I...I just don't feel comfortable with my body."
"Michelle," he stared at her with a combination of sincerity and lust, "You're beautiful and you always will be."
"Jack, you can tell me that all you want, and I'll believe you're being honest, but I need to convince myself of that, and I can't right now." There was a brief silence as tears began to well in her eyes. She wiped a tear away and said, "I talked to Kate on the phone today and she suggested couples counseling."
