"Doesn't everybody desire sexual pleasure?"
This was the best opening I could muster in my first meeting with the counselor. Dr. Timothy was selected by my wife, Lou (short for Louise), of seventeen years.
"To some degree everyone desires sexual pleasure, Richard. Tell me why do you desire pleasure?"
Lou had arranged the meeting after determining I needed help. In an intimate moment, I suggested we expand our sex life by adding a little spice—such as another woman. Lou didn't react right away, but the next evening when I came home from work, she told me she made an appointment with a specialist for me.
Lou was a school psychologist and felt therapy was the answer to everything. She had a plan all worked out. All I had to do was follow the therapy guidelines laid out by the doctor and things would work out.
I was a bit surprised because Lou and I have an active sex life. Granted after seventeen years, we are in a bit of a sexual rut; she knows what I like and I know what she likes. But we still enjoy sex even if the frequency and magic has lessened somewhat.
"This may sound trite doctor, but I crave sexual pleasure. Is there something wrong with that?"
"Not inherently. What makes something wrong is in the mind's eye of the beholder. Your wife, Louise, feels you need help. How do you feel about that, Richard?"
I mulled the question over for a few seconds before I answered.
There was something alluring about Dr. Timothy--Dr. Helen Timothy. She was a striking woman with flowing auburn hair, deep brown eyes, and the darker complexion indicative of Hispanic, Mediterranean or Middle Easterner descent. I guessed her age to be about mine--early forties; maybe a few years older. Her make-up was subtle but I couldn't help noticing her crimson lips and beautiful teeth.
She had a professional, although provocative, look about her. Dr. Timothy was wearing a sleeveless deep blue blouse with a closed ruffled collar which extended into her tight black skirt---ending about six inches above her knees. Sheer black stockings kissed the pair of shapely legs flowing into black four inch heels. The ruffles disguised what appeared to be well formed "C" cup breasts.
Her nails matched her lips and her eye make-up was a light bronze with just a hint of blue. What caught my attention however was her bra. I could see it when she lifted her arm. It was the same color as her blouse. The lace border told me it was expensive and probably part of a matching set. My mind wondered if the matching panties were French cut, boy cut, thong, or ....all of these thoughts simply from seeing the band of Dr. Timothy's bra.
Her look was different than Lou's, which added to the attraction. Lou had a great figure even after giving birth to our two children. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and smooth white skin were accented with a youthful smile, ample B cups, super sensitive nipples, and legs running up to an ass that I adored.
Lou loved it when I tongued her ass and having something in it drove her wild. She also loved it when I cleaned her ass and pussy after my orgasm. We also loved snowballing. Add to this Lou's screaming, pissing wet, squirting orgasms, and this whole therapy thing seemed surreal.
I've always lusted after other women and I got the impression on more than one occasion, Lou had a Bi streak in her. However it wasn't something I ever brought up until a few days ago. And now, in a matter of days, I am sitting across from a therapist having a discussion about my sexual interests. Lucky for me she was very appealing.
"Dr. Timothy, I don't know the objective of our meeting. Am I supposed to be sick or is Lou just gathering information for a divorce?"
She smiled and shifted in her seat; crossing her legs and placing her notepad on her lap. Great legs! The more I studied her, the sexier she became. I wondered if the doctor was attracted to me as much as I was to her.
I am still in good shape, six feet tall, salt and pepper hair, hazel eyes, good smile, and considered handsome. My personality is outgoing and I well educated without being snobby. I am quick to smile and can detect the 'click' in someone's eyes when we meet.
This is why I wondered about Dr. Timothy. When our eyes met there was an instant 'click.' Perhaps it was just her professional persona, but experience told me it was more.
"Actually, Richard, Louise doesn't think you are sick. Rather she feels you need help. She wants to understand why you wish to bring another person into your union."
