I must apologize for not having written for some time. The truth is, I have been making great efforts to control my inner slut and to not succumb to my wanton desires anymore. I am a mature and grown woman now and I concluded that I really should act my age and become a faithful wife to my loving yet limped dick husband. My step-children and other relations with whom I found it so difficult to control myself around have left the household, leaving just myself and my husband there. And though my various relatives will each come to visit from time to time, and while sometimes during these visits I do succumb to my desires and permit myself a momentary respite of pleasurable enjoyment, by and large I had become a rather docile and sexually inactive wife, rendering me both loyal to my husband, and rather lonely, bored and frustrated. Regardless, I had made a commitment to be a good girl, and I was making every effort to abide to my promise.
I secured myself a good position as the receptionist to a local psychiatrist. He is a rather older, fat and short man, but otherwise of a humorous and kind disposition. Though completely unattractive, thus explaining his still being single, one cannot help but to like this man right away upon meeting him. He specializes in the treatment of anxiety related disorders for women, and his office is a steady flow of a great range of females, from young to mature, chunky to skinny, married and single, wives and daughters - black and white, Christian and Muslim, East Indian to Asian.
My job was simple, I was only to take their names and ask them to wait for their appointment to come due. Typically the good doctor liked to have one patient in his office just up the hallway from the waiting area and my desk, and another in the waiting area. More than that would have just made the poor ladies wait far too long, as each appointment was booked for either one hour, or two. I liked the job and was well paid.
I knew in my heart that any woman would have fulfilled the role and suspected that the kindly but lonely doctor selected me because of my bubbly nature, short skirts and heavy cleavage. But that was quite alright. I let the old fellow enjoy the view all he liked, I just wanted the easy good paying job.
One day as he was walking in to the office building he saw me having a cigarette outside. He asked me if I would like to quit, and offered free treatment. He said he had had quite a bit of success with treating smoking through hypnosis, which he said he practised on many of his clients as a means to address their anxieties as well as to permit them to be more open and forthcoming in his investigations of the causes of their issues. I agreed and soon I was receiving weekly sessions. He said not to fear, the sessions were not stressful and that I would remember everything following these sessions, and so could stop them anytime I felt uncomfortable with proceeding. Gradually we established enough trust that I soon found myself surrendering to his hypnotic trances freely. And soon enough, true to his word, my desires to smoke subsided. They never went away entirely, but I did get myself down to only have a few butts a day.
While most of the good doctor's clients arrived alone, some would arrive with a friend, parent, sibling or other person, and this person would often choose to remain in the sitting area across from my desk while the treatments proceeded. And it was also part of my job to entertain these individuals while they patiently waited. Often the clients brought their husbands with them if older, or their father's with them, if younger. I of course would chat with, serve tea or coffee to, and generally entertain anyone left to wait in the sitting area.
As the months proceeded I found myself, almost subconsciously at first, starting to tease these people when they were men. Without really thinking about it I began to check the client list the day before and knowing which women often came accompanied by men I found handsome and charming. Without really planning it I began to wear something a bit more sexy or revealing the next day when I knew I would be keeping the company of a gentleman I liked. I would wear more make-up, wear higher spiked heels, and do my hair up in a more suggestive style. I would laugh more at their jokes, stroke their shoulders or thigh as I laughed, and I would bent over more often and more deeply to give them a good view of my butt or my cleavage.
I wondered why I felt the refreshed and resurgent urges of my old ways and tried to resist the temptation to tease these men, but I found myself unable and not really wanting to resist. Then, without warning, one day the damn broke.
I was entertaining the husband of one lady, a gentlemen somewhat younger than myself. She was a regular and he drove her to her appointment and patiently waited every time. She was a pretty lady, as were all of the doctor's patients, but I had the impression she had gained a few pounds over the years with her child rearing and anxiety issues. He by contrast was a stunning specimen of a man, tall, handsome, well built, and very charming.
I knew he would be there that day and so I wore a loose fitting skirt that came just above my knees and a button up blouse. After his wife entered the doctor's office I began to flirt with this fine man, as I had made a habit of doing over the last few weeks. By the way he smiled at me and flirted back I knew that he was mine for the taking if I wanted him. I resisted my urges, but also made an excuse to go to the bathroom and once there removed both my bra and panties, placing them into my handbag.
I returned to him, my reduction in attire not apparent, but I felt much freer and naughtier now. As he sat on the sofa I would lean forward when I laughed at his jokes, giving him a great view of my unrestrained cleavage. Giggling I commented that his making me laugh was also making me hot and I unbuttoned the uppermost button on my top. This left only three still done up. With further laughing I undid another. By this time I am sure my cheeks were flush and I could clearly see that his dick was rock hard under his pants. His eyes fixated on my upper chest frequently, and I made sure to jiggle my tits and hang them before his face regularly.
At this stage our eyes locked, and I knew that I could resist him no more. Placing one hand upon the back of his neck I undid the last two buttons of my top with the other, and pushing the material to the side to reveal my bare E-cup breasts to his eager eyes (as shown on my profile pic if you would like to take a peak yourself!), I pulled his head forward until his open lips found a home sucking upon my erect nipple. Taking his arm I raised his hand to cup the free breast.
He devoured my one boob in his mouth as he crushed and squeezed upon the other. I told him that I liked a man to be rough with my tits, and taking the cue he began to chew on the one nipple while crushing the other between his fingertips. I moaned deeply into his ear and begged him not to stop. Overcome by desire I raised my skirt upward above my waist and standing now with my ass, legs and bush bare I began to finger my clit before him.
He released the tit in his mouth only long enough to take in a long full view of my naked body and of me eagerly playing with myself standing before him. Seizing upon my other breast with his lips he began to chew on the second erect nipple, making me moan out low and long. One hand wrapped itself around my waist and began to knead at my bare ass cheek, while the other began to shake and flop about the breast that he had just moments before been sucking and biting upon.
