AT THE BEGINNING:
My wife recently completed training a sex surrogate. She works three nights each month and one Saturday each month. She alternates between two sex therapists' offices.
Because I enjoy her dating other guys, I'm persistently hearing the stories from her sessions.
She became interested in that profession upon spotting a small ad in a local freebie newspaper she picked up at a nearby supermarket.
The posting had been placed by two separate counseling offices specializing in erectile dysfunction and other sexual problems. Each office's mental health counselors share her contractual services.
As she often does, she had been reading out-of-the-ordinary advertisements while sitting across from me at our breakfast table. She glanced up and asked whether I might have a problem with her taking a part-time job. At that moment, I don't think she was seriously considering it.
I have encouraged her to quit her regular job for two years because we don't need the money. She resists because she enjoys her secretarial position at a large insurance branch office.
She also enjoys the after-hours "deep input" from the company's district manager who visits that office every couple of months, but she denies that has anything to do with it. That 38-year old administrator boasts a seven and half inch dick; he and my wife have been fucking for almost a year now.
I said, "Why would you want to take on a part-time job in addition to your regular work?"
But when she clarified the nature of the ad, I thought it was a great idea. With my encouragement, my wife has dated other guys for just a bit over three years. Seemed like a terrific idea for her to get fucked by other men and be legally paid of it.
She responded to the inquiry and, as the ad requested, included a full-body photo and face portrait along with her resume. A copy of the photo is posted at our EP profile under "pictures." She assumed their request was for her completely nude pic but later was told that wasn't essential.
Although the two doctors manage separate practices, they were together for the interview in one of their offices. Upon the call-back interview, they informed her that she first would need to receive a certification for competency through an approved school.
They had by then conferred on the issue and went on, "If you're willing to sign a contract that you'll work with us a minimum of six months, we'll pay the school's fee."
She accepted. The younger of the two psychologists told my wife later they hadn't before offered to pay for training other applicants. He added, "We believe you could be an asset to our offices." They also paid for the initial medical examination, an admittance requirement by the school to ensure that each student is disease-free.
Neither of us then understood the full requirements and memorization. Each topic fills a textbook: ethics, methodology in determining and responding to personality types, standard reactions to common questions, conversational patterns in intimate situations, and -- of course -- sexual control and response.
An extensive psychological profile is developed by those in this certification program. Almost every facet of her personal history and sexual experience seemed fair game for the questioners.
The instructors are comprised of one man and one woman. Each was not only certified as sex surrogates but also licensed as masseur and masseuse; the man also holds a barbers license but rarely practiced that profession.
The class met at their studio, a storefront locale with tinted windows and drapes shutting off the view from the strip mall's sidewalk. Just off the lobby is a juice bar but it's rarely used. Down the hallway, six separate massage room are set on each side.
A copy of her sexual history folder was mailed to each of her potential employers for their personnel records.
Her extramarital dating hasn't been mentioned again to her by either counselor, so we had assumed that wasn't a problem. In an update-review with the instructors, each concluded that her dating other guys with her husband's approval should be a plus for most practitioners.
We learned that these classes are typically small. Only three women and one man were in her group.
Just one other woman intended to practice as a surrogate; the other two entered the course for interest and personal development. All three women, including my wife, have had bi-sexual experiences.
The young guy had not except for an encounter when he was younger. He told the class in group session that a neighboring friend once performed oral sex on him.
The others figured that didn't count, so my wife said, "If my only intercourse had been at 14, would that count?" The others said, "No." The youngest student said, "I'd consider you a virgin."
"Great!" my wife said, "Then I was a virgin for two more weeks!" The group burst into laughter.
I didn't understand the reasoning behind his experience "not counting," but that's what they said.
The male instructor is about 5'6", three inches shorter than my wife, with the strong arms one would expect of a masseur. I met him only once when my wife's car was in the shop and I drove her to class. He's 50, with thinning blond hair. His athletic appearance belies his age by some ten years.
My wife felt he was hitting on her at one point early in lessons. She stuck around after class and asked for a conference in his office. She told him she'd be glad to fuck him after she had completed all classes, as long as he didn't think it was for the grades.
He grinned in response and apologized for whatever misperception she may have had; he went on to say he hadn't intended anything he said to be interpreted that way. But before she left his office, he said, "On the other hand, that sounds like a great idea."
She said that convinced her that whatever he had previously said had been misinterpreted. She apologized for her jumping to the wrong conclusion.
Yet, that private interaction set off a chain reaction of sexual excitement in my wife's mind and, as she would later learn, also in his.
Each woman practiced twice weekly at casually building up client-surrogate relationships through role-model playing with the only guy in their group setting. He played the part of a man who couldn't get an erection. This took a bit of imagination because his cock was persistently tent-poled.
Every session became more intimate. The women were directed to allow him to kiss and caress their breasts. Each unzipped his pants at the appropriate time and stroked his dick as if attempting to make him hard. Once when his eyes rolled in excitation, the girls giggled but stopped upon a glare by the woman instructor.
When needed, the men -- both student and instructor -- wore condoms provided by the school.
The instructor, though, only used them when the women practiced masturbation techniques on him. He and my wife, by that time, had become friends. He would her touch her bare arm and she often touched his hand in a friendly manner. Occasionally, when alone, they found themselves holding hands.
She kept me informed of the details from each night's class. It was clear from her animation and voice that she was increasingly aroused by the thought of her instructor's dick ultimately entering her cunt. We fucked madly at night as she told me the details and finally admitted she was in a high state of stimulation, anticipating the feel of his cock penetrating the mouth of her eager pussy.
Now, near the end of their course work, the lone male student had had sex with all three women. My wife described him as slender, with brown hair and eyes.
When the class began, my wife considered him to be shy and somewhat withdrawn. She and the other girls thought this was odd because each considered him to be very attractive. As time went by, she noticed a considerable confidence building in him.
As time went on, he became as talkative and outgoing as the women. She thinks this had to do with his growing understanding of women, acceptance of his body - which he admitted he thought was too thin -and the rather obvious physical desire of his classmates.
The woman instructor is 30, tall, long-legged, auburn haired and freckled. The female students agreed she was "hot" and speculated on the extent on her sex life. She is married to a fast-food franchise owner.
On the third twice-weekly assembly, the instructor advised the class to sit in a circle on a carpet and wrapped her fist around her student's penis. She demonstrated to the others how to fondle a man to erection and gentler methods of masturbating a relatively new client. Handling a cock can be more aggressive when a client advances to an improved stage.
She rolled a condom around his dick and leaned to take his firm length into her mouth. His head rolled back in passion. She withdrew and allowed the class to observe as her tongue trailed from its base to the head. Again, her mouth engulfed his cock and her head bobbed until he stiffened and spurted into the condom.
That night, the discussion included students' opinions on whether men preferred women to be shaven or unshaven. The instructor removed her lab coat and, as my wife had suspected, wore nothing beneath it. Her co-instructor recurrently shaves her mound for her. He offered to do this for any women who wished to do it. All agreed and he performed his services that evening.
The guy said, "Well, shave me too if you don't mind."
My wife offered to do that for him, but the instructor said, "Our insurance won't allow that. If he gets nicked, our insurance company is liable." He stuck his tongue thoughtfully against his cheek and added, "But you could help by holding his penis out of the way while I do it."
He was the second to be shaved, just after my wife. She remained nude as he now was. He's about my wife's height, perhaps a half-inch taller, with short, dark hair and green eyes. His penis is some 4 inches soft.
When their instructor had used his straight razor on the upper size of the guy's penile base and had followed that up with an electric razor, he turned to my wife and said, "Hold it up so I can start on the underside."
