My wife is a licensed marriage and family therapist, Dr. Evelyn Thoroughgood. She is in her later forties, and she is a real looker. Evelyn is tall, but not much over medium height, in great shape, with a pixie-cut short blonde hair (sorry, it's dyed), and very shapely legs.
I am in my early fifties, and I also work hard at keeping the ole bod in fit condition. A few years ago, I retired early and have been working with my wife in her therapy office.
Full disclosure - Evelyn and I have dabbled in the high-end swinger community, not in our city, but elsewhere. Mostly it was to satisfy me. Before we married, I had enjoyed arranging threesomes with married couples who wanted a "larger male" for the wife. I enjoyed doing this so much that Evelyn let me continue to make arrangements to fuck the daylights out of other men's wives.
But back to our business.
In the course of her practice, my wife sees women and men for counseling on personal matters, and she also offers couples' counseling both in long term marriages and in pre-marriage situations. This story is about one of her young pre-marital counseling clients.
Evelyn told me that she is often surprised by how little newly weds or pre-wed couples know about basics of living together, how to plan for living as a couple, and even about sex. That is, they know the basics, but they often lack important details about the opposite sex.
One night while I was laying pipe for my doctor wife, slowly pistoning in and out of Evelyn's pussy, I asked, "What if a couple needed sex education lessons? We could pull out a chart, explain how things work, and then demonstrate how to please your mate." Evelyn chuckled and sighed as my cock entered her slowly. I kept it up the talk, describing in detail what we might do as she lost control over and over.
Soon after, Dr. Evelyn told me that she had a young couple coming to see her that had been referred by a local minister. This was unusual because churches usually offer their own pre-marriage counselling. Evelyn had been in touch with the couple by email and phone, and she had looked them up on Facebook. From their photos, they were young, attractive, and, in the words of their minister, in need of basic and frank information.
Maddie and Gary came to see her for their initial visit, and indeed, my wife said they were cute and adorable and innocent. They had discussed the overall plan for counseling, and agreed to meet with her several more times, both together and individually.
Evelyn asked me if I would help counsel Gary since it might work better for a man to speak frankly with him. Then my wife winked and said, "I'll be there for any assistance or demonstrations you may require, sir." We talked about this all week, sharing ideas and getting me ready to do the counseling.
When Gary arrived for his one-on-one counseling with me, I greeted him in my white lab jacket. He called me "doctor," and I did not correct him. I led him down the hall to the office, "Please step in," I said.
Gary looked around at the comfy chairs, the desk, and a sofa. I sat behind the desk and motioned for Gary to relax in a chair. Our office suite includes another room that had been used by a medical doctor for exams, and also a bathroom.
"Well, Gary, how are you today?" I asked.
He smiled and nodded, "Fine."
Gary was about six inches shorter than my six feet, and he was slender. He looked younger than his nineteen years. I took out a notepad and began asking questions about his past, his childhood, relation with his parents, and that sort of thing.
Then I asked, "What about sex? What about your sexual experience?"
Gary blinked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, are you experienced?" Then I continued, "I'm only asking so that we can help you as you enter into marriage with your lovely bride Maddie."
He hesitated and then told me a long story about how he first learned about the birds and bees, when he first noticed that he could masturbate, his longings for girls - I think he was glad to have someone to talk with about all this. Obviously, he could not say these things to a minister. He spoke in veiled language that made me wonder if he had every had sex with a women.
I stopped him and asked, "Have you fucked a girl?"
Gary sat bolt upright, hesitated, then said, "Well, not really."
"Okay then," I said, "Then we'll get you ready."
I had the feeling that his admissions and our exchange were making him trust me. And that, of course, would be his undoing.
I reached to the bookshelf and took down an illustrated book about male and female sexual anatomy, opened it to an illustration of the female parts, and said, "Let's go over this together. This is the vagina, also referred to as a pussy and lots of other names."
Gary moved his chair forward and looked down at the illustration.
"You've seen women naked?" I asked.
Gary hesitated, then said, "Oh sure, as a kid playing doctor with the neighborhood girls, and I saw my mom naked now and then."
"How curious were you? How did you feel seeing pussies?"
He bit his lip, "To tell you the truth, I love it. Even seeing my mom made me wonder how they could all look so different."
"That's very natural, Gary," I assured him. "It's true, there is a lot of variety in the appearance of pussies, just like there are very big differences in the sizes of male cocks."
He was blushing as talked so frankly. I pointed to the drawing and said, "These are the labia." I went on to identify other vital parts, then I asked Gary to point to them as I repeated the terms. We did this a few times, and I wondered how all this was affecting his pecker.
Then I said, "This is just a drawing, and there is a wide variety of how this looks on different women." I laughed, and said, "Of course, you'll just need to know how it looks on one lucky lady," and he laughed with me.
"You have seen Maddie naked?" I asked.
Gary was trusting me now and willing to tell me anything, "Well, I know we're not supposed to, but we have sort of played with each other."
"Played?" I asked.
"Well, she's seen my privates, and I've seen hers."
"Did you touch each other?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"What did you do?"
