***Session 5
"Well, now, you must be—"
"The ball and chain, yes!" said my wife to Janet as we entered the reception.
"Golly, aren't you just pretty as a picture!"
My wife and I took a seat. Janet looked as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever. My dick leaped just a bit remembering how it felt being inside her last week. I quickly looked away.
Soon I was hit with another shock: Seema appeared in the waiting room. She wore a tight white button-down shirt that snugly fit her thin waist and flared out at her hips, which were draped with a short black skirt. Even though Dr. Madeline said she had set back my progress, I felt a spike of excitement and arousal at seeing the sexy extern again. But why was she here?
Seema approached us. "It's good to see you," she said to me in her professional voice, revealing nothing about our last encounter. Then, to my wife, she said, "And I'm pleased to meet you. We'll be taking you back separately. If you could please follow me this way, ma'am."
My wife rose and Seema accompanied her toward the hallway. As she left the room, Seema looked back at me over her shoulder with a glint of mischief eyes. She lifted her skirt up, revealing her uncovered dark round ass and a hint of her meaty pussy lips for one brief, tantalizing moment before she disappeared. I shook my head in disbelief. I thought Dr. Madeline had dismissed her!
"I know today is going to be just so darn hard. But I believe in you!" Janet said in her typical encouraging way. "You can head down there now, too."
I went into the hallway and found Dr. Madeline waiting for me. She was wearing a black blouse, more buttoned up than last week, and her standard short black skirt and boots. "We'll meet in here today," she beckoned.
The room we entered was small and dark. Almost like a large closet. As my eyes adjusted, I saw various pieces of recording equipment strewn on tables and an ancient filing cabinet in the corner. One wall was mostly obscured by a large curtain.
"Have a seat," Dr. Madeline was gesturing to two tall chairs that looked like barstools tucked under a table that ran the length of the curtained wall.
"Ok, so where are we?" I asked.
"This is the observation room where I watched your sessions with Seema." Dr. Madeline pulled on a long cord and the curtain lifted. Light flooded the room as a window was revealed. On the other side sat my wife on the comfy brown couch that I had once sat in. Seema was with her in the room, sitting with her back to the glass and a clipboard in hand.
"Don't worry, they can't see us," the doctor continued. "Or hear us if we talk quietly"
"And why are we here?" I replied, still confused.
"We are going to conduct our exposure exercises in this room today to prepare you for the last item on your hierarchy. Seema will be working with your wife."
"I thought you said that Seema was unethical?"
"I said that Seema
did something
unethical, I didn't say she was unethical. She has many excellent skills, and I trust her with today's task."
I looked through the window at my wife. She appeared comfortable and was smiling at whatever Seema was saying.
"Were you able to complete your homework this week?" Dr. Madeline inquired, watching me intently to see if I'd be honest.
"I was, yes," I answered feeling a little embarrassed.
"That must have been challenging," she said playfully. "I think you'll feel better after today."
I sat in awkward silence as I remembered last night's dream. I sure hoped she was right.
Dr. Madeline continued, "In today's exposure we get to use your actual wife as the stimulus. Our goal is to work our way up the hierarchy to determine where the remaining triggers for your panic reside. Why don't you get comfortable? Please remove your pants and focus on your wife."
"This is so weird," I muttered as I undressed.
"You'll get used to it." Dr. Madeline sat in the chair next to me. "Let's begin. I want you to look at your wife. Consider what's she's told you. What she wants. How she wants her belly to swell up."
While these words would have typically prompted panic symptoms in me, today I didn't feel them. It was great to see that we really had made progress in these sessions.
"Very good," said Dr. Madeline. "Let's wait a moment, then we'll try something else."
I looked through the one-way glass. I wondered what they were talking about. Suddenly, my wife's hand went up to her chest. It looked like she was caressing her breast. A moment later, she had slipped her hand under her t-shirt, and it was clear that this is exactly what she was doing. I noticed that Seema too had unbuttoned part of her shirt and was rubbing her own chest.
"What is going on in there?" I asked.
"Seema is helping to create your stimulus for today...and preparing your wife for the final phase of our treatment. Keep watching your wife. Imagine yourself with her and what her body wants."
The women were now removing their shirts. Seema unhooked her bra, baring her taught B-cups with their deep brown tips. She licked a finger and began tracing a circle around one of her nipples. She appeared to be demonstrating something, and soon my wife removed her own bra and copied Seema's motion.
Dr. Madeline leaned close to me. "We need to find out how high your arousal can go without triggering your panic." Looking down at my limp member she continued, "It seems we haven't been successful just yet."
"I think I'm in a little bit of shock. This is not how I envisioned our couples session today."
"To overcome panic, it's important to be able to accommodate the unexpected. Here, let me assist you."
Without waiting for my response, Dr. Madeline's hand darted under the table and her fingers clasped my scrotum. Squeezing gently, she asked, "Did you really follow my orders and keep these full this week?"
"Yes, I promise I did," I replied truthfully. Her hand felt warm and my cock responded to her touch. Through the glass, I saw Seema stand and remove her skirt, fully exposing her long, athletic legs and wide hips. Still facing away from me, she sat back down and her hands disappeared into her lap.
"Good!" said Dr. Madeline. She released my balls and used the tips of her well-manicured nails to tease my rapidly rising dick. The diamonds of her wedding ring glinted in the darkness as she gently caressed me with her fingers. "I'm happy to hear you have a nice full load today," she whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my back.
My wife was now completely naked. Seema's knees were wide apart and I could see her elbow pistoning. The young extern was also talking to my wife, who nodded in reply. My wife leaned back slightly in the couch, closed her eyes, and spread her legs, revealing her slick pussy and tuft of dark pubic hair. She began playing with her clit and teasing one of her nipples.
"Watch your wife. During this next exercise, I want you to think about how she wants you to make a baby with her. Think about what it would be like to give that to her."
Captivated by what was happening in the room, I didn't notice that Dr. Madeline had dropped to her knees until I felt something damp on the base of my cock. I looked down and our eyes met as she slowly traced her tongue up my length. She paused to lap up a drop of fluid that had emerged from my tip.
"Oh my god," I silently mouthed to her.
Her eyes became stern and she motioned with a single finger for me to look at the one-way glass. Then, she tilted forward to take my head between her soft lips. All I could see was her dark bun of hair bobbing up and down and her tan hands resting on my knees as she began to pleasure my cock with her mouth.
Looking back through the window, my wife was now pushing two fingers inside of her slit. Dr. Madeline licked and sucked my member, making me twitch and ooze precum into her mouth. I badly wanted to watch her get me off, but I did my best to respect the doctor's instructions. I imagined that, rather than my psychologist's lips, it was my wife's pussy enticing me. It became more challenging when I felt Dr. Madeline wrap a hand around my shaft, lubricate it with her saliva, and intensify her efforts.
I noticed Seema's eyes were open and she was intently gazing at my wife. She stood and joined my wife on the couch, placing her feet up on the cushions so that the thick-textured black folds of her pussy were fully exposed to me. Seema inserted the middle finger of her left hand into her wet cunt and I was reminded of my cock driving deeply inside of her during our last session together.
I started moving my hips, thinking about entering my wife...or was I imagining fucking Seema? Trying to maintain focus on my wife, I just couldn't help being occasionally distracted by the extern's tight depths. Dr. Madeline removed her hand and opened her mouth wider to take more of me in. Her hands grabbed my ass and she pulled on me, encouraging me to plunge in further.
I stood up from the stool and watched as my wife's hips began to tremble and her face flushed while she followed Seema's lead. I could tell she was enjoying herself. I matched my own hips to her rhythm and slid deeper until I felt resistance at the back of Dr. Madeline's mouth. She grasped my hands and put them at the back of her head. Taking her cue, I used the leverage to pull her toward me.
As my wife's fingers disappeared into her pussy, my cock disappeared down Dr. Madeline's throat. She took me all the way in until she painted a streak of black cherry lipstick on my pelvis. Holding myself inside, the thought of inseminating my wife popped into my head, and yet I felt unafraid.
