Chapter 1
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 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.
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 worshipping 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 he wasn't having any of it. Every day she subtly asked for sex, but he was always too busy or never in the mood. She talked about it with her girlfriends and they were all perplexed. Rarely is it the husband who's turning down the action.
She was frustrated and didn't know what to do. She was running out of options. Her body was still in fantastic shape, even at age 42. She knew she had past her prime, but she was still 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. She had a body to die for: Big, but well shaped 34 D's and an ass that stopped traffic, which sat beneath her flowing golden locks. Men worshipped her, but her husband acted like she didn't even exist.
Was he cheating on her?
Did he love her anymore?
Or was there something wrong with
him
?
She refocused the 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 she was hoping her husband would compliment her on and then ravish.
This went on for a few minute before she stopped. She sat back on her knees, pulled the dildo off the wall and threw it across the room.
She started crying.
She 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. "Kate, its Amy."
"Hey, how are you?"
"Oh Amy, I just can't do it anymore!"
"What happened?"
"Every day I beg him to fuck me. Anyway, anyhow! He can use my body, but he refuses. There's nothing left to do."
"What are you thinking?"
"Well I still do love him and everything besides our sex life is great. The kids are so happy too. I can't divorce him, but I
need
something. I can't have an affair either, because that would ruin it."
"So, what you're saying is you need a no strings attached, discreet man to fulfill your needs."
"Yes, exactly!" she said, excitedly.
"Well, I should have told you this sooner."
"What is it? What!?!"
"He's a man that I went to a few years back before we met. He specializes in this type of thing. I didn't want to bring it up, but I suppose now is a better time than ever."
"Who is he? What's his name?"
"He never told me his name. He just goes by the consultant."
Chapter 2
She dialed the number Amy had sent her. After a few rings, a man picked up.
"Hello?" he said in a smooth, deep voice.
"Hi, my name's Amy and..." she had never solicited sex from an anonymous, faceless stranger before and didn't really know how to prompt what she was looking for, "I umm..."
"I presume you're calling about my services?"
"Yes."
"Ah, very good then. Amy right?"
"Mhmm"
"Amy let's meet tonight."
"I'm not sure, let me check my-"
"That wasn't a question, it was a demand." His tone of voice was calm; he knew what he needed to do. "We need to start as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'm sure I can work something out."
"Excellent. Now Amy," he continued, "my operation relies on discretion, fluidity, and teamwork okay? I am going to give you a specific set of instructions that I need you to follow precisely okay?"
"Alright."
"I can't stress this enough. Without following these instructions to a T, there is a chance it may fail?"
"Of course, anything you can do to help."
"Good, now. Let me ask you some questions. Are you married?"
"Yes."
"How long, about 8 years now."
"And how long have you been feeling this way, that is, the feelings you're having that made you seek out my services?"
"About a year."
"Ah so the seven year itch."
She never thought that was a really thing, but then again she never took the time to think about it, "I guess." She responded coolly.
"And I now presume you are at a point in your marriage, where you are craving to fulfill all your sexual needs, desires and fantasies. You have a loving husband who is able, but not willing; you beg and plead for him to ravish you, but to no avail. You're wondering what you're doing wrong, but now you're thinking maybe it's not you, but him. You have a loving family, but don't want to throw it all away, and that is why you are seeking a consultation."
She was shocked. He literally verbalized everything she was feeling and going through. "Yes, yes exactly. How could you possibly know that?"
"Amy, my dear. You are not special. This happens to many, many woman. In fact, it is the reason I'm in business. Now then, my role as consultant is not to be your therapist. If you need that I suggest couples counseling, although that probably won't do you all any good. My services are much more effective at turning around marriages."
What this stranger was offering seemed too good to be true. "Again, we begin tonight. Now, I need you to get a pen and paper and write this down okay?"
"Sure, hold on one second." She hadn't moved this quickly in years. She darted to her husband's office ironically, sat in his desk and pulled out a pen and paper "Okay, I'm ready."
"We are going to meet at midnight, at Washington Square. Enter the park from King's Street at the alternative entrance. From there I will call you and give you directions. Do you have that all so far?"
