George had just gotten his rocks off and went to sleep while I lay there awake. What happened to our romance, wild sex, all night fucking, Long gone? I got up, went and made a cup of tea. So horny, so depressed.
I'm Sally, married 22 years now. I stood in front of the mirror studying myself, nice firm tits, slight hint of a sag. Firm legs and ass, flat tummy. A little mousy, I didn't do makeup and I always dressed plain. Could that be it, I wondered. That afternoon when I was out I stopped in Victoria's Secret and bought a sexy see-through nighty. When George saw me in it, he didn't even seem to notice. The next day she looked through the paper and found the ad she had seen before about marriage counseling. Ok, she thought, let me check this out.
I set up an appointment and was eager to get some answers. I was nervous as I went in for my interview. A very handsome young man was sitting at the desk. He asked my age of kids, income, that sort of thing. Then he asked
"Sally. If I may call you that, do you suck dick?"
"What" I asked.
" Simple question, please answer."
"No" I stammer.
"Take it up the ass?"
"No"
And so it went. Finally, he put down his pen to look at me.
"I can see what your problem is."
"You can really?" excited about finding an answer.
"Yes, take off your dress."
I sat staring wide-eyed.
"See, you're such an uptight prude, the thought of taking off your dress paralyses you."
"No, your wrong."
"Do it then."
I timidly take off my dress
"What are you ashamed of?"