Pre Prostate Surgery Therapy Ch 01

THE NEWS ...

"You are welcome to seek a second opinion. But I recommend you not waste much time. The sooner the surgery, the better."

Michael's mind was numb from Dr. Jeffrey's words. Prostate Cancer. Recommended surgery. As soon as possible.

"After removal of the prostate gland, you will no longer produce semen. If all goes well, you will be able to achieve an erection within 3 to 6 months after surgery. But you will be impotent."

With his wife was next to him, absorbing the news in real time at his side, Dr. Jeffrey offered her some guidance. "We have counselors here specially trained to help guide couples through this process. I recommend you make an appointment." Kathleen nodded, reflecting a willingness to do whatever it takes to get through this.

THE CLOCK IS TICKING...

Michael and Kathleen sat on the couch as Mary, their counselor, assured them that the process ahead could not only be survived, but even embraced. "What attitude you choose is the key," she said with an affirming smile.

"I just want what is best for Michael," Kathleen said. She squeezed his hand.

"Well Kathleen, let me be direct. The clock is ticking, so to speak. Michael's surgery is two weeks away. That means there are only 14 days left in his entire life when the two of you will be able to experience the orgasmic ejaculation of semen from his penis." Mary's clinical language was precise, if not arousing as Michael listened to words that seemed to both condemn and emancipate him.

"What you do with these next two weeks can have a big impact on how you negotiate the challenges in your future."

Kathleen again affirmed her commitment. "Whatever it takes, Mary. That is my commitment." Turning towards Michael, with a clear tone of support, she said, "right honey?" Michael smiled and nodded.

"Well then, let's try something here if you are willing. Would you be comfortable with allowing me to guide you through an exercise together?" Kathleen nodded with a bit of hesitancy, Michael with a sense of curiosity.

Mary continued. "Michael, I want you to lay back on the couch. Kathleen move down to allow him to rest the back of his knees across your thighs." Michael reclined back, shifting to get his legs comfortably resting across Kathleen's lap.

"Good. Now Michael close your eyes. I want you to listen to my voice and do your best to allow your mind to embrace the suggestions my voice and thoughts offer. Eventually, you will hear Kathleen's voice as well. Do not open your eyes. Just continue creating the visions in your mind. Okay, Michael?"

"Okay, Mary." He closed his eyes and relaxed.

"Kathleen, it is important that you relax as well. You need to understand how your words and thoughts can effect Michael. He only has so many wet ejaculations left in his entire life and he wants to drain every opportunity possible. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mary," Kathleen said with a hint of tension in her voice. She was committed for sure. But she was unsure of where that commitment was leading.

Mary continued. "Michael. You are sitting at your computer. Nobody is home. You are alone. There is file of photos you keep tucked away on your computer that only you can access. They are password protected. They are photos of Kathleen that you treasure. Do you see that file, Michael?"

Mary paused, giving him a chance to reply. After a moment's silence, he softly replied, "yes."

Kathleen found this exchange to make her feel vulnerable, wondering, and a bit awkward. Mary continued.

"Your hand hovers over the mouse, Michael." Kathleen glanced down to see his hand move slightly as if cupping a mouse. "You click once. Then again. And there she is; that smile; that girl you love dearly." Kathleen blushed as Mary's words flowed. "She is wearing that special outfit for you. Her body is welcoming your eyes."

Looking directly at Kathleen, prompting her with a silent motion of her hand to join in, Mary continued. "She feels the warmth of your attention. That photo ready to come to life. You can almost hear her inviting voice as she poses for you ..."

Mary prodded Kathleen with a suggestive nod, clearly leaving an opening for Kathleen to interject her voice into the narrative. Kathleen's mind was unsure of what to do ... what to say. But Mary left the silence hanging in the air, offering no rescue to Kathleen.

Finally, Kathleen stumbled over her words as she spoke softly with a definite tone of insecurity. "Smiling at you Michael in that, um, that pink tank top you like."

Mary greeted Kathleen's effort with a big, quiet smile and an affirming nod of her head before she added, "That top which you have studied on her body so many times. The way it hugs her. The way it tells you that she feels sexy to your eyes."

Michael continued to lay still with his eyes closed, his mind manipulating images that were fitting to the narrative supplied by Mary and Kathleen. He felt his cock experiencing arousal.

"You click again. Another photo of Kathleen..." Mary again nodded to Kathleen to finish off the thought.

Kathleen smoothed her hand over Michael's thigh as she muttered, "That pink tank top, as I lift it over my head." Kathleen felt a bit light-headed as she allowed Mary's silent guidance to lead her to this moment of erotic tension.

Michael softly moaned, his mind fully engaged. His cock swelling.

Mary smiled and silently nodded in the direction of Michael's erection beginning to show as a bulge in his jeans; assuring Kathleen that this was progress.

"You see Kathleen in that photo. That tank top... her willingness to show you more." Mary's voice trailed off as Kathleen quickly followed up, now getting into the rhythm of the experience.

"It is that time we were at the coast when you assured me we were safe on that isolated beach. Nobody would know." Michael moaned as his mind continued to follow. "You wanted it so bad. Right there. Right then."

Mary followed up after a period of silence which afforded Kathleen the opportunity to allow her hand to rub across the clear outline of Michael's bulge pressing against his jeans. "You see that photo. You feel Kathleen's willingness to freely arouse you. You are alone. In front of the computer. Your desire Michael. You must act upon it."

Mary watched knowingly as Kathleen felt a bit shocked to see how his hand reached to fumble with his jeans zipper... how he was trying to peel open his jeans right there on the couch.

Mary smiled and leaned back, waving her arm in a sweeping motion signaling the way for Kathleen to continue on her own.

"I was nervous Michael. I was willing to be exposed to you, but was afraid others nearby might see." Kathleen's words fit the narrative as well as her apprehension of that very moment. Seeing her husband actually exposing himself in front of Mary was very unnerving. Mary signaled for Kathleen to continue as if it was normal.

"You asked me to lift my top."

He moaned louder.

"You promised I would be safe, seen only to you."

His hand gripped his cock.

"You were seductive when you whispered in my ear that you wanted me to kneel before you."

His cock was oozing precum now.

"I did what you wanted. You needed me. You ... " Kathleen's words were interrupted by a sudden and spasmodic jerk by Michael and suddenly his exposed penis was spurting cum; right there in front of Mary. It was intensely passionate and directed at his wife, but certainly was out in the open.

Following a moment or two of Mary's assurances that this was good and after offering him a warm towel for clean-up, Michael and Kathleen sat quietly on the couch. They felt somehow emboldened, which was Mary's intent.

"This is just the first of many shared narratives you two need to experience together. As many times as possible before surgery. The more you do this, the better off you will be when the adjustments begin post surgery. Avoid intercourse during these sessions. Keep the orgasmic ejaculation to the act of masturbation only. I will meet again with you in three days to check on your progress. Any questions?"

Michael and Kathleen sat stunned at how intense, yet clinical, the whole episode had been. They agreed to Mary's direction. They left with a sense of purpose. What follows in the stories to come are the tales of those shared narratives.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .