Good Advice 3

Dorrie dropped her briefcase the second she walked through the door, but she really wanted to throw it. She knew it contained four procedure change proposals, three performance evaluations, no less than six action items marked 'URGENT', and ironically a letter acknowledging that she'd watched the annual presentation on work/life balance that she had to initial and return to her boss by Monday. Probably three hours of work, maybe as much as three and a half, and by the time she finished she'd be too tired to do much more than numb her brain with a little television before falling asleep. What a fucking day.

And it only got worse when she looked over and noticed Rob coming out of her bedroom, still tucking his shirt back into his slacks. "Just leaving?" she asked, disguising the venom in her voice only with the greatest of difficulty. Doctor Hendricks had become a regular visitor to their household lately, frequently using their office for the teletherapy appointments that had become the majority of his business, and Dorrie wasn't dumb enough not to notice that his change in habits had coincided with her husband Jim's decision to quit his job and become a full-time homemaker. She couldn't complain too hard--Lord knew they needed the help with her own job keeping her so busy--but God did she sometimes want so smack the smug little grin off of Rob's face.

Like now. Like especially now. "Actually," he said, his voice dripping with so much sympathy that Dorrie practically ached to throttle him, "I was sticking around to see you. I can tell the past several months have been hard on you, and I wanted to give you a chance to talk about your feelings. Obviously, I can't take you on as a client, but that doesn't mean I can't offer you some friendly advice if you want to share." He didn't look like he was mocking her. But Dorrie couldn't help but feel a cruelty behind his wide blue eyes. He... he had to know, right? He had to know what this was doing to her.

"I wouldn't want to be your client," she snapped, settling reluctantly into a chair and taking her mind off the ever-present briefcase for a moment. "Not if it meant challenging your sense of professional ethics." Rob had dropped Jim as a client the moment they began their... Dorrie didn't want to call it a relationship, not even in the privacy of her own head, but she knew Rob fucked her husband a hell of a lot more than she did these days. But he hadn't recommended a different hypnotherapist, and Dorrie suspected that Rob was still hypnotizing Jim when she wasn't around. That wasn't the only thing she suspected, but there was a fine line between being uncomfortable with her husband's sudden and enthusiastic embrace of bisexuality and actual paranoia, and Dorrie didn't want to wind up on the wrong side of that line.

Rob smiled--if there was anything forced about it, it was probably just in Dorrie's imagination--and took a seat on the couch next to her. "I'm glad we understand each other," he said, his voice still infuriatingly compassionate. "So let's just have a little friendly chat. It's obvious that you're not getting what you wanted out of opening up your marriage to other men--what kinds of expectations did you have when you asked Jim to explore his sexuality like this?" Dorrie opened her mouth to answer, but the enormity of her feelings stuck in her throat and left her unable to say a single word.

She hadn't asked Jim to 'open up their marriage', or 'explore his sexuality', or any of the other things their arrangement had turned into. Dorrie wanted Jim to have a sexy threesome with another man, maybe doing a few kinky sexy things while she watched, and then she wanted to put the fantasy away for her to masturbate to when Jim wasn't around and go back to the way things were. And yes, she recognized that in hindsight it was selfish of her to expect that nothing would change, and yes, she realized now that it was unfair of her to put so many terms and conditions on her husband's sex life after claiming she was open to trying something new, but... but surely she got to have a say as well, didn't she? Didn't she get to have her needs met, too?

"It's okay, Dorrie," Rob said, holding up his hand. There was a simple ring on his finger, a gold band with a single faceted garnet stone in the center. "I can tell this is a lot for you. Let's try to take it in bite-sized pieces and see where it takes us. Just let your eyes focus on the gem, let it calm you and steady you, and think back to how you felt when you first saw Jim and I together."

Dorrie's jaw tightened. She wasn't incredibly familiar with hypnosis, but she knew enough to know that it always started with staring at a ring or a pendant or a watch or something. She didn't want Rob to do anything to her mind, not when she already had so many nasty and uncomfortable suspicions about what he'd done to her husband, and she instantly made a mental vow to break off the conversation as soon as he said anything about relaxing or getting sleepy. "It... I... I liked it, then," she sighed out reluctantly, unwilling to concede the rhetorical ground but unable to deny the heat in her memory. "I was watching the two of you, and it was hot."

Rob nodded, his fingers undulating almost imperceptibly to make the stone gleam and glitter in the afternoon sunlight. "And what was hot about it, Dorrie? It's okay, you're just telling me about your feelings. Jim's not here, and there's nothing you can say to hurt me right now." Oh, how Dorrie wished that wasn't true, but she knew he was correct. Lashing out at Rob would only drive Jim away, and she still loved her husband too much to let him go. She didn't want to go start a new life without him--she wanted her old one back.

And that meant humoring Rob. Or Doctor Hendricks, under the current circumstances. "It was hot because I... I liked watching him with another man," she murmured, squirming ever so slightly in her chair as she remembered the sultry throb of arousal that pulsed between her legs that first night in bed with the two of them. "I, I like watching." She felt a fierce blush pricking her cheeks, making her face hot and red as if she'd spent too long out in the Miami sun, but it seemed somehow absurd to try to keep her kinks and fetishes private from a man she'd had multiple threesomes with. Even if she usually spent most of them on the sidelines.

"It's okay, Dorrie," Rob said again, his tone a soothing balm to that prickly heat on her cheeks. "You don't need to feel embarrassed about it. They're your feelings. Just keep your eyes on the gem, send any anxiety or worry you feel into the depths of the stone, and keep talking. Why didn't you want to watch Jim with another woman?" Dorrie felt a clench of nervousness grip her chest, but she stared at the gently sparkling garnet crystal and gradually it ebbed until she could speak again. She had to admit, the bastard had a knack for getting people to open up. Even when he wasn't hypnotizing them.

"I was... worried," she sighed, blinking heavily as Rob shifted his arm and the stone rose up a tiny bit above her eyeline. "I... he, Jim and I, we were...." She felt another surge of worry, but it was getting easier and easier now to send those into the stone. "We were each other's first," she murmured at last, the words sounding ever so slightly slurred in her ears. She vowed to be even more vigilant about any attempt on Rob's part to make her relax or sleep. "He's never been with another woman, and I was worried that she might be able to give him something I couldn't. Another man felt... safe." Dorrie let out a short, bitter laugh, not so much purging the tension as expressing it.

"You were worried that if you let him be with someone else, you might lose him," Rob said, giving voice to her fears of the past and her even greater fears of the present. "You didn't think he'd want you if he had anyone else. He'd desire them more, and you'd be left behind." Dorrie couldn't help nodding. A sudden, spiky feeling of intense sadness welled up inside her, and she let it go into the gem with an almost desperate sense of gratitude. She didn't want to feel anything that painful, even if it meant surrendering more and more of herself to the blood-red stone that seemed to rise higher and higher as they talked.

"I... he... doesn't he?" she heard herself say, sounding almost on the verge of tears. "Doesn't he want you more?" It was funny, though; Dorrie almost didn't feel it, not anymore. The emotion was inside the gem, insulating her from it, and she could observe her own intense sadness and fear of losing her husband with a quiet detachment that almost felt good in comparison to the turmoil within the crystal. Dorrie stared up at it harder and harder, even as it rose so high that her eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites showed.

And then Rob spoke, and suddenly the absence of that anxiety made her feel even better. "Oh, no, Dorrie," he purred, his voice soft and coaxing. "He still loves you. He always loves you. But he knows what you wanted that night, what drove you to open up and ask him for that special and magical evening and what made you so hot you couldn't keep your fingers out of your cunt. He knows you love to watch, Dorrie, and he wants to give you exactly what you need to fulfill that desire." His free hand reached out, stroking her forearm until all the tension went out of her body. "It's okay, Dorrie. Listen to me. It's okay."

Dorrie's whole body sagged into the chair. The tightness in her jaw melted into slack, comfortable relaxation. It was fine, though, she reminded herself. Rob hadn't told her to relax like this. He wasn't the one making her eyelids droop and flutter as she stared at the gem. He wasn't, wasn't.... "It's okay to sleep now if you need to, Dorrie," Rob cooed, and Dorrie's head finally slumped forward onto her chest as she gave in to the dreamy lethargy in her mind.

* * * * *

"So how was work, sweetie?" Jim asked, greeting Dorrie at the door with a peck on the cheek and a tight outfit that very nearly made her forget the four action items and two memos that still awaited her attention. "Still kicking everyone's butt down at the office?" He bent over to take her briefcase out of her hands, and Dorrie couldn't help noticing that he'd gotten back a good deal of the muscle tone that had attracted her to him back in his college football days. She had to admit, playing homemaker agreed with her husband, even if she knew he wasn't exactly getting back in shape for her....

As if on cue, Rob emerged from the spare bedroom--no, not the spare bedroom anymore. His bedroom. Much like Dorrie's sewing room had become his home office, the spare bedroom had become Rob's room on the ever-increasing number of nights he spent over at their house rather than make the long drive back to his condo in Boca Raton. "Hi Dorrie!" he exclaimed, crossing the living room and giving Jim a playful swat on the ass that made Dorrie wince despite her recent efforts to get more comfortable with her... her... her whatever-the-hell Rob was to her.

The tension must have shown on her face, because Rob gave her a placating smile and said, "It's okay, Dorrie. We're just giving you a little more of what you want. We both know you like to watch, don't you?" Dorrie felt a little of her discomfort escape her in a deep, sighing exhalation that came all the way from her diaphragm, and her eyes almost instinctively went to the ring on Rob's finger. She hated to be the cause of all the stress and strain in their new, intimately three-way relationship, but it was still taking some adjustment. She was grateful to be able to unburden herself to her... not therapist, of course, but at the very least a confidant.

"I'm feeling like I need to do a little more than watch," Dorrie murmured plaintively, her momentary dilemma over whether to stare at the ring or Jim's taut body resolved when Rob put his hands on her husband's chest and began to tease his nipples through the tight fabric of his ratty t-shirt. The clothing Jim put on to do chores was never grubby or dirty, but it had always been in the wash so many times that it was almost translucently thin, and Dorrie could see the darker nubs of his stiff nips as they tightened into firm buds under Rob's relentless stimulation. Dorrie's pussy ached with desperate arousal at the sight.

"Well, Dorrie, do you want a little more friendly advice?" Rob asked, his fingers wriggling with every caress and making the gem glitter with sparkling fascination. "I think you need to let out a little of your tension. Why don't you just sit down right over there, keep your eyes on the show, and tell Jim and I exactly what's on your mind. It's okay--I may not be your therapist, but if you can't talk to us, who can you talk to?" Dorrie found herself nodding loosely in agreement. It had been a long day, she was feeling tired and horny, and the thought of simply staring vacantly at her husband and his boyfriend in voyeuristic ecstasy while her mind went numb had a startling amount of attraction for her.

She slumped back into the chair, her eyes vacantly following the ring as it roamed over Jim's body. "I, I'm just... I'm so fucking horny," she muttered, giving voice to the complaint that had been lingering in the back of her head for months now. "I, I want to be happy that Jim's getting all his needs met, I want to be happy that I'm getting all these sexy hot scenes playing out for me to watch, but I... I need a fucking cock inside me. I need to be fucked so bad right now." A part of her was a little shocked that she was expressing her sexual frustration so frankly, but admitting her emotions felt too good to censor herself now. And it seemed kind of absurd to be modest while her husband's lover was tracing the outline of his dick through his tight cut-off shorts.

"It's okay, Dorrie," Rob said, his words melting the tension out of her body and leaving her almost limp in her chair. "Didn't that feel so good to say out loud? Doesn't it make you feel so very peaceful to finally admit your feelings?" Dorrie nodded again, her chin drooping forward a little as she stared down at the ring that kept moving over and around the bulge in Jim's shorts. Jim himself seemed barely even to be listening to anything they were saying; his breath came in hoarse gasps, and his eyelids fluttered low and heavy as he sank deeper into arousal. Dorrie had to admit it was insanely fucking hot to watch, even if that was exactly the problem.

"I think you're feeling very conflicted, Dorrie," Rob purred, undoing Jim's fly and stroking his cock through his thin cotton briefs. "You want to be fucked, but you don't want to stop watching this hot, sexy show that's going on. You need us to keep going so you can stay there, in that slick, needy place inside your head where all the sexual tension is building up, but you need a cock deep inside that soaking cunt to make you cum. I understand, Dorrie. It's okay. It's okay to want both those things."

Dorrie whimpered, her hand twitching almost accidentally between her legs to rub herself through her pants. She never wore a dress to work, she thought it made her look too feminine to be taken seriously, but right now she'd never wished more for easy access to her aching pussy. "I, uh, yeah, c... cock," she mumbled, vaguely aware of how dazed and befuddled her voice sounded but unable to care. Rob wasn't hypnotizing her. She didn't need to worry about anything that was happening. She only needed to pay attention to the sparkling ring and the thick shaft it slid up and down on. "Need, uhm... cock."

"And what would you say if I told you I could give you both those things, Dorrie?" Rob asked, his voice coaxing her to an affirmative before she even knew what the question truly was. "How would it feel if you could get fucked so deeply right now, with a cock that made you cum so hard, while still watching the sexy show that turned you on so very much?" Dorrie let out a groan of arousal that sounded as if something inside her was finally bending and tearing under enormous strain, like the metal door that held back the intensity of her arousal was ultimately giving way to the pressure in the back of her head. She wriggled out of her pants and panties in a single motion, tugging them down to her knees so she could play with herself.

"It's okay, Dorrie," Rob murmured, his voice once again lulling her deeper into a voyeuristic reverie. "Just reach into the cushions. I've left a little surprise there for you." She fumbled around with her free hand, unable to look at what she was searching for without taking her eyes off of the captivating display in front of her, but after a moment or two she felt her hand close around cool silicone and knew exactly what Rob had put in her favorite chair for her to find. She pulled out a thick, heavy vibrator a full foot long, one molded in the shape of a real penis. It almost made her head swim thinking about it.

She'd... she'd had toys, of course she had. Every woman found a little something to occupy her during those occasions when a man wasn't available, even if it was just the handle of a hairbrush. But Dorrie had never possessed anything this massive, never even really imagined its existence until now. She felt a sense of trepidation at the thought of trying to push it inside herself, but her eyes never fully left the garnet gemstone and any anxiety she might have experienced was quickly whisked away into its glittering depths. All that was left was anticipation and arousal. "It's okay, Dorrie," Rob said, the words stirring a faint memory that vanished before she could examine it. "Do what you need to."

Dorrie knew exactly what she needed to do. She spread her legs as wide as they would go, her pants pooling down around her ankles now as she wriggled them out of the way to give her more room to tease the opening of her cunt with the fake cock. The whole time, she watched Jim rolling his eyes back in helpless pleasure as Rob tugged down his shorts and began to jack him off until precum dribbled out of his shaft and onto the living room floor. It was an utterly mesmerizing sight, one that made Dorrie so wet that she had the first inch of the toy inside her almost before she realized it.

And the more she watched, the slicker she got, until before she knew it she had the full ten inches of the silicone shaft inside her pussy and she could feel the molded balls resting against her labia. She turned it on, and it was as though her cunt was an electrical socket and the vibrator had plugged into her--there was an intense, erotic flow of pleasure that filled her up and left absolutely no room for thought inside her head. All she could do was gasp and moan, squeezing her thighs around the toy and sighing out, "...oh, fuck," as she watched her husband and his lover through a fluttering haze of lust.

Rob guided Jim down to the floor and onto all fours, spreading the helplessly aroused man's asscheeks to spit-lube his anus while Dorrie watched. It was more intense than ever before, the unadorned lust between the two men spiking Dorrie's clit to new heights of arousal, and she found herself staring vacantly at them with nothing inside her mind but helpless, desperate desire. "G-guh, gnnh, gggghhh," she whimpered, trying to share the massive and overwhelming excitement in her head and finding to her delight that she was too horny to think in words anymore. All she wanted to do was stare and sink into hot, heady bliss while she came.

"It's okay, Dorrie," Rob growled, coming up from Jim's ass and mounting the younger man. Dorrie's whole world went white with pleasure. "It's okay to sleep now if you need to." Dorrie didn't know exactly what that meant, not consciously. But her body went limp, and her eyes glazed over as she stared vacantly at the erotic scene playing out in front of her while she lost herself in one orgasm after another.