It was nine o'clock Monday morning. The kids were in school and wouldn't be home
until mid-afternoon. As usual Lainie's husband Bob was out of town on business.
Normally by this time of the morning, Lainie has poured a third cup of coffee,
turned on Regis and Kathie Lee and settled in for another boring day of
housework and TV. "I can't believe I got my master's for this," Lainie moaned at
least once a day. Today was different and Lainie was excited. Ever since school
started two months ago, she'd been working up the courage to tell Bob how she
felt. She knew that as soon as she mentioned that she wanted to get a job, he'd
respond with a comment like "I can't have my wife working. What would my friends
think?" Last Saturday night Lainie felt the time had come for her to speak. As
she told Bob about her boredom and her desire to return to work, she braced
herself for a barrage that never came. Instead Bob listened patiently and when
she was finished, he replied "I've been wondering about that. In fact I almost
said something about it, but I was afraid you might think I was trying to
pressure you into going to work. If that's your choice, I'm all for it. I'll
help you anyway I can." Lainie was so astonished that she didn't know what so
say. She finally muttered "thank you." Lainie more effectively expressed her
gratitude later that night when they were in bed. She rolled over on her
stomach, stuck her backside in the air and said "I want you to fuck my ass
sweetheart. Please fuck me!" Lainie knew that this was something her husband
loved to do. Bob knew that she didn't particularly enjoy it because it hurt. He
willingly accepted her expression of gratitude by lubricating his large hard
cock and slipping it firmly into her tight anus. In a few minutes he dumped a
load of his hot cum deep in her bowels. The next day Bob and Lainie carefully
studied the Sunday want-ads. They found several possibilities that Lainie
thought sounded interesting. She carefully clipped them out and put them in a
pile to be called the next day. By the time they had finished there were more
than a dozen good prospects in the pile. Lainie eagerly looked forward to making
the calls the next morning. As Bob was leaving Sunday night to catch a plane and
begin his weekly odyssey on the road, he handed his wife the want-ad section of
"City Lights", an alternative newspaper distributed free in the yuppie hangouts
around town. Bob had circled an ad in the paper and as he handed it to Lainie,
he said "Call this one first. It really looks interesting. I think it may be the
job for you." Lainie didn't have a chance to look at the ad before Bob gave her
a kiss and walked out the door. After Bob left Lainie looked at the ad. "Wanted:
Mature woman with sincere desire to help others enhance their enjoyment of life.
Flexible hours. Excellent pay. Contact Dr. Braden at the Life Enrichment
Clinic." A phone number was listed but there was no street address. Lainie found
the ad and Bob's comment about it puzzling. "It sounds interesting but it's so
terribly vague. It almost sounds phony," Lainie thought to herself. Reaching for
the phone book, she decided to check it out. It was listed with the phone number
stated in the ad with an address near the university. "I'll call them tomorrow
then," she concluded, "but I'm going to ask Bob when he calls, what he found so
interesting about this ad." Later that night when Bob made his nightly call to
his wife, she did ask him about the ad. "I just thought it sounded like
something you might be interested in," he replied. "What sort of a place is it?"
she pressed. "Sweetheart, I really don't know. The ad mentioned flexible hours
and good pay and helping other people. I thought that covered the things that
were important to you. That's all. Why not give them a call and see what they
have to say. Maybe there's nothing to it, but why not check it out." "OK,
sweetheart," Lainie agreed. "If you want me too, I will. Good night. I love
you." "Good night. I love you too," Bob replied as he hung up. Now that Monday
morning had arrived it was time for Lainie to make the calls. She poured herself
a cup of coffee, gathered the ads and sat down by the phone to begin. The ad on
the top of the pile was the one for the clinic. Lainie picked up the phone and
made the fateful call that would dramatically change her life in ways she would
never have dreamed of. "Hello," she said to the woman who answered the phone.
"I'm calling about your ad in "City Lights". Is Dr. Braden available?" "This is
Dr. Braden," replied the soft feminine voice. "Can I help you?" "Yes, Dr.
Braden. My name is Elaine Lange and I saw your ad. I'd like to know more about
the job?" "Great!" Dr. Braden replied. "I'm delighted to hear from you. Do you
think you meet the qualifications listed?" "Why, yes, I think I do," Lainie
replied. "I like to help other people, and I have a master's degree in
psychology if that's relevant. I'm not sure, however, what you mean by the term
'mature woman'." "Oh that," Dr. Braden chuckled. "I started putting that in the
ad because I don't want to get responses from coeds at the university. I used to
get a lot of them responding to my ads, but they don't have enough experience
with relationships to be effective at what we are doing here at the clinic. I'm
looking for a woman who is able to relate well to men in their thirties,
forties, fifties and even older. Does that describe you?" "Yes, I guess it
does," Lainie said after she thought for a moment. "I'm thirty-seven years old
and have had many relationships with men of all ages so that is no problem."
Lainie was being honest in her answer. Before she and Bob got married she'd had
a lot of boyfriends, many of whom were lovers. She had dated and had sex with
men of a variety of ages although few of them were more than ten or fifteen
years her senior. She enjoyed their company and they obviously enjoyed hers as
well. Since her marriage ten years ago, the nature of her relationships with
other men had necessarily changed, but she still enjoyed chatting and flirting
with them whenever the opportunity arose. Bob was very proud of his wife. She
was a very cute blonde with a full figure that Bob found much more appealing
than the "skinny Barbie doll" look of some of his friends' wives. On Lainie's 5'
2" frame her thirty- seven inch breasts and hips gave her a soft rounded look.
Some men might call her figure robust or even Rubenesque, while others called it
voluptuous. Bob called it perfect. Instead of reacting jealously to the
attention that Lainie got from most other men, Bob viewed it as proof of her
appeal. He took great pride in the interest other men showed in his wife and
loved to watch as she flirted and teased them. Bob encouraged Lainie to wear
tight clothes that emphasized the fullness of her figure. He particularly
insisted that she wear jeans that were conspicuously tight. This caused the
crotch seam to pull up into the soft flesh of her pussy profiling the contour of
her slit. Lainie found this uncomfortable at first but soon began to enjoy the
looks she got and the erotic sensation as the denim fabric massaged her cunt
through her panties. Although Bob's attitude puzzled her, Lainie was quite sure
that Bob didn't know just how far many of his friends and co-workers, especially
Frank Collins, his boss, had gone in trying to get into her tight jeans. Lainie
had come to dread any occasion which might bring her in contact with him. Just
last month Jim Madison, one of Bob's co-workers, had stopped by with some
information that Bob wanted. As he handed Lainie the package his hand brushed
against her breast. Instead of apologizing or just letting the matter drop as an
accident, Jim placed his hand directly on her breast and squeezed gently. "Hmmm,
those ARE real aren't they?" he said as he took a prolonged feel. "Very, very
nice." Lainie was so shocked that she just stood there for a moment. Then she
ordered him to stop as she pushed his hand away. She thought about telling Bob,
but decided it wasn't worth the possible aggravation. Lainie convinced Dr.
Braden that she was qualified, and Dr. Braden suggested that Lainie come into
the office the next morning to discuss the position in more detail. When Lainie
pressed to find out more about the job, Dr. Braden put her off saying they
should discuss that "tomorrow when you're here. I'm looking forward to meeting
you. How about coming in tomorrow morning at nine?" Lainie agreed to the
appointment and began to look forward to the meeting. Lainie called about
several of the other ads she and Bob had found the day before, but none of these
other jobs had the unexplainable appeal to her that the clinic position did.
That night when Bob called, Lainie eagerly told him about her conversation with
Dr. Braden. She was careful to avoid telling him about Dr. Braden's questions
about her relationships with men, however. She wasn't sure how this was relevant
to the position, and she doubted that Bob would be comfortable with this. She
did promise Bob that she'd tell him all about her interview when he called the
next night. The next morning Lainie was at the clinic fifteen minutes early.
This was a sign of how anxious she was about this possible job. As she entered
the outer office a chime announced her entry. There was no one else in the room.
The receptionist's desk was empty. A minute or two after her arrival, the inside
door opened and a tall scholarly looking fifty-year-old woman peered through the
door. "Hello. Are you Ms. Lange?" Lainie immediately recognized the voice. "Yes,
I'm Elaine Lange," she replied, "and you must be Dr. Braden." "That's right,"
she confirmed. "I'm glad you're early. I like that. Please come in and let's
talk." Lainie got up and followed Dr. Braden into her office. When they were
seated, Dr. Braden began by saying "So tell me Elaine...I hope you don't mind my
calling you that and please call me Diane...what do you know about the Life
Enrichment Clinic." Lainie thought for a second. "I'm sorry Dr. Braden...I mean
Diane...but until I read your ad I'd never heard of you. I hope that's not a
problem." "Oh no. Not at all," Diane Braden assured her. "I just need to know
where to begin in explaining our work. I think it's best if I be very direct
with you about what we do. What I'm about to tell you may surprise or even shock
you. You may find that the problems that we deal with or the methods we use to
deal with them are distasteful to you. If so, I understand. In all of the years
since I established the clinic, nearly half of the women I've interviewed for
positions here have found it impossible to participate in our program. Whatever
your reaction, be honest with me and don't be embarrassed about it. Do you
understand?" Lainie nodded her agreement as she thought "This is getting very
interesting. I wonder what it's all about." She would soon find out. "With that
said," Diane continued, "you need to know first of all that our clinic
specializes in dealing with people...primarily men...who suffer some form of
sexual dysfunction. I assume that with your master's degree you know what that
means. Right?" Lainie's face brightened as she replied "Oh, yes. I studied that
in school. You're talking about men who can't get it up." Diane Braden smiled at
Lainie's use of the vernacular instead of clinical terminology. "Yes, you've got
the general idea. We deal with men who can't get or maintain an erection, who
can't achieve orgasm or who are unable to satisfy their sexual partner because
of some other problem such as premature ejaculation or perhaps just poor
technique. Are you with me so far?" "Yes. I understand," Lainie replied. "Do you
have a problem with that?" Diane pressed. "No, that's not a problem. I know from
class that such problems are fairly common. I've even had personal experience
with some of that. Some of my boyfriends couldn't always get it up." "That's
good," Diane replied. "So tell me how you handled it when your men couldn't
perform. Were you able to be helpful, or did it upset you or make you feel
embarrassed?" "Well, they always ultimately succeeded," Lainie announced
proudly. "I guess I can say I've never met a man I couldn't get 'in the mood',
so to speak." "That's great!" Dr. Braden continued smiling again at Lainie's
earthiness. "I take it then that you are comfortable with the subject matter."
"Oh sure. I'm comfortable with talking about sex. I guess I don't understand
though just where I fit in." Diane Braden took a deep breath before answering.
"Elaine, we use a very special form of therapy here. It's one which you may or
may not have learned about in school. Do you know what a surrogate is?" The
puzzled look on Lainie's face answered Diane's question. "Well, a surrogate is
someone who performs a task as a substitute for the one who would normally
perform that task. Our clinic uses surrogate therapists who serve as substitutes
for our clients' regular sex partners. Our therapists are specially trained to
help our clients to overcome their problems because in many cases our client's
regular sex partners do things which reinforce the problem instead of overcome
it. They may react badly and they may consciously or unconsciously be part of
the problem. Our therapists are trained to help our clients respond differently
and successfully when engaging in sexual activities. Do you understand what I'm
talking about?" Lainie wasn't sure that she did understand all of what she'd
just heard, but one aspect of this arrangement seemed very clear. "Do I
understand correctly," she began, "that you're looking for women who are willing
to have sex with the men who are clients of this clinic?" Again Dr. Braden
paused before answering. "First of all, Elaine, I must make it clear that the
relationship of the therapists with the clients of this clinic is purely, by
definition, clinical. We seek to treat our clients' dysfunctions using a variety
of techniques. We view any sexual contact which may result between a therapist
and a client as of a very different nature than contact between two lovers or,
as some of our critics have cynically suggested, between a prostitute and her
john. There is a completely different purpose and those that participate in our
program must understand that and be comfortable with it." "I hear what you're
saying," Lainie replied, "and I think I understand your point. On the other
hand, I don't think my husband would buy it. I think he'd just see it as, if
you'll pardon the expression, 'screwing around'. I can't imagine that he'd like
it at all. I don't see how I possibly could do this. I am puzzled though by one
thing." "What's that?" Diane asked. "Well, my husband is the one who pointed out
your ad and strongly suggested that I call. He says he doesn't know what it was
about but I'm not real sure about that. It strikes me as odd that he chose your
ad as the first one I should respond to. He's going to find it very ironic when
I tell him what the job is." "I understand Elaine," Dr. Braden replied. "I
noticed your wedding ring when you came in. We have had a number of married
therapists over the years. Many of our most effective therapists, in fact, are
married. So far as I know most of their husbands are aware of their work. I know
specifically of several who wholeheartedly support their wives work. However, I
also know that some women are doing it without their husband's knowledge, and
although we don't encourage that, it is also not our place to pass judgment or
attempt to make those decisions." Lainie found this revelation too surprising to
speak. She couldn't imagine couples accepting this sort of infidelity, but she
was intrigued by the idea. "The decision about your becoming a therapist depends
first on your own feelings about it. Then, it's up to you to decide whether or
not you want or need your husband's consent or support. How do you feel about
it, Elaine? Does this interest you?" If Diane Braden had known of the growing
dampness of Lainie's pussy, she wouldn't have bothered to ask that question.
Diane had accurately discerned Lainie's sensual nature, but she had no way of
knowing the depth of Lainie's lust and how it was about to affect her behavior.
Ever since her first experience in high school, Lainie has loved sex. She
particularly loved cocks and the way they feel when they slipped into her and
then exploded inside her. Lainie has studied every one that she's seen
carefully...and Lainie has seen...and enjoyed...quite a few. Before she was
married Lainie had many lovers. Once she got married she maintained a monogamous
relationship although she'd been tempted a few times and she was finding herself
fantasizing more and more about her old lovers and even about some of the men
she saw at the grocery store or even on TV. "Personally, I love the idea,"
Lainie blurted in response to Diane's question. "If I thought Bob would agree to
it or would never find out, I'd do it in a New York minute. That, I'm afraid, is
my problem." "I see your dilemma," Diane replied, "and I know that what I've
told you is a lot to digest in such a short time. Why don't you take a day or
two to think it through? Perhaps you can feel your husband out. Since he was the
one who directed you here, maybe he already knows more about this than you
realize. Everything I've learned about you today tells me that you'd make a
terrific therapist, and I think you'd really enjoy it, but you must be
comfortable with your choice. Go home and think about it and talk about it and
call me tomorrow. OK?" "OK. Thanks for your patience. I'll talk to you
tomorrow." Lainie replied as she got up to leave. "Lainie. I just had a great
idea," Diane said as she put her hand on Lainie's arm. "Would you mind if I had
one of our married therapists give you a call later today? You can chat with her
about how she feels about her job, and how her husband feels. What do you
think?" "That sounds interesting," Lainie answered, "but could she call before
two thirty. After the kids get home from school it would be very difficult for
me to carry on a conversation like this on the phone." "I'll see what I can do
and I'll call you as soon as you get home," Dr. Braden agreed. When Lainie got
home there was already a message on her answering machine announcing that Joanne
would be calling over lunch hour. Joanne called promptly at noon. She and Lainie
quickly hit it off and had a very productive conversation. At first Joanne was
clinical and rather distant in her approach, but as they got better acquainted,
she loosened up a bit and revealed that she enjoyed the sexual aspects of the
job as much or more than the clinical aspects. Then she really shocked Lainie.
She said that her husband knew all about what she did and that he "really gets
off knowing I'm having sex with other guys." "No shit!" Lainie responded.
"That's weird." "Yes, for some people I guess," Joanne replied calmly. "For us
though it works very well." Joanne explained that she was currently working with
six clients...some once a week and some every two weeks. The sessions each last
two hours and her fee for each was seventy-five dollars. "That means I'm making
about fifteen hundred a month for working a little more than forty hours. Dick
and I think that's pretty good, especially since we're both having so much fun
doing it. The guys are really sweet too. Last week was my birthday and one of my
guys brought me some really sexy underwear. Of course, I modeled it for him and
then he fucked me really well. I kept the outfit on for the rest of the day and
showed them to Dick as soon as he got home. He especially liked the gooey spot
on my panties from the guy's cum. He made me tell him exactly how it got there.
Then he added a gooey spot of his own." "You mean to tell me that you told him
all about it?" Lainie responded with surprise. "Oh sure. I always do. He insists
on it. Every time I have an appointment I have to tell him about it. If I suck
or fuck the guy or I get eaten, I have to tell him all the explicit details."
"Doesn't that upset him?" Lainie asked quizzically. "Doesn't he feel jealous?"
"No. In fact he loves it. It always gets him excited. Whenever I get fucked by a
client I can always count on getting fucked again that night by Dick. It's like
a day/night double-header. In fact sometimes, like yesterday, I get laid by two
different clients. Then, if I'm lucky and Dick is really feeling horny, I get it
four times when he matches each of the other guys." "Wow!" Lainie exclaimed. "I
find it hard to believe that you tell your husband everything. I've never told
my husband about what I've done...which I assure you is pretty limited...since
we've been married, at least. I can't imagine him finding it erotic at all." "I
understand Lainie. I felt the same way until Dick found out I'd been having an
affair with a neighbor. In fact Dick caught us in the act in our own bed. I
thought Dick would be furious. Instead as soon as the guy had run out the door,
Dick was on top of me and in me. I got fucked like I've never been fucked
before. He said he didn't understand it himself, but he got very turned on
seeing me with another man. Now he wishes he could watch me with my clients, but
that hasn't worked out. He does watch me when I do a couple of our friends every
few weeks though. In fact he watched me do that same neighbor just last weekend.
The guy came over to watch the baseball game, or so he told his wife. The three
of us spent a couple of wild hours in bed." "Wow! That's incredible," Lainie
remarked. "I envy you. I wish I had such a relationship." "Lainie, I think you
ought to join us. It sounds like you are another woman who really loves sex.
Believe me, if you love being fucked or sucking a cock, then you need to
experience the special satisfaction of having a man slip his cock into you after
you've helped him get the first erection he's had in months or even years, and
the pleasure of feeling a man's orgasm as he cums for the first time. That is
really satisfying both sexually and professionally." "Joanne, I really
appreciate your call. I think I'm convinced, but I want to talk to my husband
tonight and feel him out about it too. Thanks for the call." "This really sounds
like something I'd enjoy," she said to herself as she hung up the phone. "Now if
I can just think of a way to get Bob to go along." That night when Bob called,
Lainie didn't know what to say to him. She did tell him that the clinic tried to
help people...mostly men...improve their relationships. She avoided mentioning
that the therapy was sexual in nature, but she did admit that the therapy could
be rather personal and that she doubted that it was appropriate for a married
woman. Somehow Lainie sensed that her husband was reading between the lines.
However, he offered no objections to anything she said. "Sweetheart," Bob
replied when she was finished telling him about the interview, "I just know how
good you are at making my friends feel good. I think you have a special talent
for that. Of course the fact that you're such a sexy woman helps too. It sounds
to me like this is a job that you could do very well at. If you want to know my
opinion, I think you should go for it." "Are you sure Bob?" Lainie asked. "I
mean does sound like it would be very rewarding and a lot of fun, but are you
sure you don't mind?" "I'm all in favor. Go down tomorrow and take the job. I'll
talk to you tomorrow night. Good night. I love you." Lainie didn't sleep much
that night. The things that Joanne and Dr. Braden said bounced around in her
head as did Bob's encouragement that she take the job. "He still doesn't know
what this job is really all about," she kept reminding herself. The next morning
Lainie was still uncertain about what to do as she got the kids off to school
and sat down for another cup of coffee. Joanne's comments about how much she
enjoyed the sex with other men kept running through her mind and Lainie suddenly
realized that her panties were wet. "Damn it!" she muttered as she jumped up
from the couch, "I'm going to do it! At least I've got to give it a try."
Instead of calling Diane, Lainie decided to return to the Life Enrichment Clinic
in person. She quickly changed clothes and headed out the door. Diane Braden was
sitting in the reception room when Lainie entered. "Elaine! I'm delighted to see
you. Does this mean that you're going to join our staff?" "Yes, if the
position's still available," Lainie replied. "Great! Do you want to get started
right away?" Diane asked. "Sure. The sooner the better," the new therapist
trainee replied. Dr. Braden gave Lainie a brief run-down of the clinic's
procedures and then handed her a large packet of materials that Lainie had to
study and discuss with her before she would be ready to be assigned her first
client. During this training period Lainie would spent her mornings working as
the clinic's receptionist. "Having you work here will give you a better feel for
what we do," Diane suggested, "and it will help me out by taking some of the
busy work off my back. I'll pay you two-fifty a week while you're training,"
Diane offered. "This will give you some income until you start earning fees from
clients." Lainie was very excited and eagerly took her place at the reception
desk. A few minutes before ten o'clock the first client of the day, listed in
the appointment book as Bill R, arrived. Lainie was a bit nervous as she
welcomed him and invited him to have a seat. She began to calm down when she
realized that he was even more nervous than she. He told Lainie that this was
his first visit to the clinic so she tried her best to make him feel at ease. As
the day went by and she got to greet more clients, Lainie felt much more
comfortable. Before she left for home Diane Braden gave Lainie a brief run- down
on the clients that she'd met that day. Lainie was excited to hear about how
much the clinic's therapists had helped them. That night when Bob called he
seemed almost as excited as Lainie when he learned that she had gotten a job at
the clinic. Lainie was a little puzzled though at his tone when she said she
would be working as the receptionist. He sounded disappointed. She didn't know
what to make of his attitude, but she still didn't dare to suggest that she
would soon be working as a therapist. The second day at work found Lainie much
more at ease...so much so that as each client entered the waiting room she
looked him over carefully imagining what it would be like to be his therapist.
She fantasized about their cocks and what she would do to make them hard. Then
she imagined each of them entering her. By the time she left work that afternoon
her panties were soaking wet. When she got home Lainie laid down on the bed and
masturbated. "This job already is fun," she mumbled after she made herself cum.
By Friday, her third day on the job, Lainie's fantasies had become very vivid
and she was really getting into it. After each client left the waiting room,
Lainie pulled up her skirt and rubbed her panty covered pussy while she imagined
being in bed with the guy. She even made herself cum twice. One time she barely
had time to pull down her skirt and try to look professional when she heard the
inner office door open as the client's session ended. Needless to say, by the
time she left for home her pussy was dripping and her panties were soaked. As
soon as the last client went into Dr. Braden's office, Lainie ran out of the
office and headed home. She knew she'd have to freshen up quickly before Bob and
the kids got home. When Lainie arrived home, she nearly went into cardiac
arrest. Bob had chosen this Friday afternoon to come home early, and he was
there waiting for her when she walked in the door. "What are you doing here?"
Lainie asked rather harshly. "Why? Didn't you miss me?" Bob asked brushing aside
the tone of Lainie's question. "I sure missed you. In fact I got so horny that I
cancelled my last appointment for the day and caught an early plane. That is all
right, isn't it?" he concluded as he took his wife into his arms and gave her a
passionate kiss. "Ye..ye..yes, of course that's all right," Lainie stammered
when they finally broke their embrace. "I missed you too. It's just that I had a
couple of things I was planning to do before the kids get home." "Well, I hope
those couple of things include getting royally laid," Bob retorted as he pulled
Lainie to him with one arm while he quickly reached under her shirt and pulled
aside the crotch of her panties with his other hand. "I think my hot wife's hot
pussy is even wetter than usual," Bob observed when he slipped his fingers into
Lainie's slit. "What have you been up to?" he asked. Lainie blushed. "Just
thinking about you, sweetheart," she replied. "Are you sure this doesn't have
something to do with your new job?" Bob pressed playfully. "Did anything happen
today to get you all worked up?" "Absolutely not!" Lainie protested. Even though
Bob seemed quite comfortable with the issue, Lainie still couldn't bring herself
to be candid with him. "Well, whatever the reason, I love being greeted by a wet
dripping pussy," Bob concluded as he turned and led Lainie back to their
bedroom. The Lange's had great sex five times that weekend. "I sure enjoyed this
weekend," Bob said as he prepared to leave town again Sunday afternoon. "I don't
know if it's your new job or what, but you sure were a hot one. I'm going to
really miss you this week." Bob and Lainie exchanged a passionate kiss and he
patted her on the ass as turned toward the door. "I hope your job goes well this
week. Have fun!" The second week was pretty much like the first. Lainie
continued to fantasize about each of the guys and then bring herself relief with
her own hand whenever she could. Lainie slowly told Bob a little more about her
job each night when he called. On Wednesday night Bob asked why one of the men
that Lainie mentioned had come to the clinic. Lainie finally had enough courage
to say that the guy "can't get it up." "Well," Bob replied flippantly, "if they
assign you as his therapist, I'll bet he won't have that problem for long."
Lainie panicked. "He knows!" she thought. "How did he find out?" "What do you
mean by that?" she asked. "I'm the receptionist, remember?" Lainie tried to
sound innocent. "Oh yeah, but maybe that will change," Bob replied. He changed
the subject to talk about the kids. That Friday night after the kids were in
bed, Lainie handed Bob a large envelope. "What's this?" he asked. "It's a video
tape," she replied. "It's from work. My boss says that I should watch it with my
husband. Will you watch it with me tonight?" "Sure," Bob replied. "What is
it...some sort of dirty movie?" "Of course not," Lainie shot back. "Well...I
guess it's sort of adult material but not like you would rent at the video
store." "Gee. Sounds like fun." Bob and Lainie watched the video later that
night. It was about love making skills and was fairly explicit. Bob's obvious
interest made Lainie a little nervous. "So this is what you do at work," Bob
said with a laugh. "I've been wondering about that place." "NOT!" Lainie replied
firmly. "It's something the clinic's therapists can use if they want to. That
has nothing to do with me. I'm just the receptionist...remember?" "Yeah, OK,"
Bob replied, "but I think the clinic is missing a good bet. I think you'd be
better than any other therapists they could find." "Are you saying you think I
should be a therapist?" Lainie said with disbelief. "That's right," her husband
replied. "Bob, do you have any idea what a therapist at the clinic does?" Lainie
continued. "I think so," Bob answered. "They help guys who 'can't get it up' as
I think you put it the other night." "Do you know how they do that?" Lainie went
on. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Does that matter?" was his
answer. "I mean if the therapist helps a guy with a problem like that what
difference does it make how she does it." Lainie was so delighted she couldn't
hide her excitement. "Do you mean you really wouldn't mind if I was a
therapist?" she asked just to confirm what she thought she'd heard. "Sweetheart,
that's the job I thought you were applying for. I know very well the effect you
have on men. I think you should use that talent. Understand?" "I guess so,"
Lainie said still somewhat skeptical. "That is something I've thought about, but
I really didn't think you'd approve. It can get pretty personal you know." "I
can imagine," Bob replied. "I can imagine. From what we just saw on that video,
it looked extremely personal." "Are you saying that you would approve of me
doing something like that?" Lainie asked. "I mean would you accept my getting
that personal with other men...?" "You got it," Bob said bluntly. "I would
accept it...but only on one condition." "Do I dare to ask what that might be?"
Lainie replied. "You have to tell me all about it...no secrets. Can you accept
that?" Lainie immediately thought about Joanne and what she'd said about her
husband's attitude. "You're just as weird as Dick," she said softly. "What did
you say?" Bob asked. "I said I can accept that," Lainie mumbled. Monday morning
Diane greeted Lainie by asking "Did you have a nice weekend?" Instead of her
perfunctory "Yeah. Great," Lainie said "Diane, it was terrific." "How so?" Diane
queried. "Well..., my husband finally knows all about what goes on here at the
clinic and says he thinks I'll make a great therapist. He was very adamant about
it too." "That is great, Lainie. I agree with him. In fact, I'm planning to
assign you your first case later this week. Do you think you're ready?" "Yes, I
think so," Lainie replied with a shiver. The fact that her fantasies were about
to become a reality momentarily unnerved her. "I'll talk to you more about it
tomorrow," Diane replied as she headed back into her office. Lainie was very
excited. She tried to concentrate on some filing that she needed to do, but when
she realized she was putting things in the wrong place she put that task aside.
Instead, she decided to do some studying. She still had a lot of material that
she hadn't had time to read. She reached in her bag and pulled out a book on the
role of surrogates in sex therapy. She had just opened the book when John, Dr.
Braden's first appointment, entered. Since he was several minutes early, Lainie
invited him to have a seat and then returned to her book. She was soon so
engrossed in the material that she didn't see John staring at her and then
getting up and walking over to her desk. When she finally noticed him he was
standing over her looking at what she was reading. Lainie slammed the book shut
as her cheeks turned bright red. John, who was about forty and quite good
looking, said "Oh, are you one of the clinic's therapists? His question and
manner seemed innocuous so Lainie relaxed a little. "Well, not exactly," she
replied. "I'm in training right now, but I hope to be a therapist soon. "Boy,"
John replied, "I sure wish you were my therapist. You could cure my problem real
fast. In fact, it feels like I'm getting hard already." His comment made Lainie
instinctively look at his crotch. He was telling the truth. The bulge of his
growing cock was plainly visible. As if to emphasize his condition, John reached
down and adjusted his trousers. Lainie blushed again. She didn't know what to
do. No man had even spoken so bluntly to her in such a public situation. "John,
that's very nice," Lainie finally responded, "but I think you should have a seat
over there until Dr. Braden can see you." John started walking toward his chair
before turning toward Lainie. "What's your name?" he asked. "I think it's only
fair that you tell me since you know mine." "Elaine," Lainie replied without
thinking. "My name is Elaine and it's nice to meet you John." "Elaine," he
continued, "you don't suppose you could be my therapist, do you?" "I don't think
so, John," Lainie replied. "First of all, I'm still in training and second, you
already have a therapist and Dr. Braden doesn't change assignments unless the
therapist requests it." John looked disappointed. "Well, how about dinner then?"
he persisted. "At least we could get to know each other a little better." Lainie
didn't know what to say, but Dr. Braden rescued her by opening the door and
inviting John into her office. In order to avoid seeing John as he left, Lainie
made a prolonged visit to the ladies room when John's time was about up. Her
timing worked out and the next appointment had just entered the reception room
when she returned. She'd had a narrow escape although she knew John would be
back next week and would probably try again. Lainie didn't know how she might
respond then. John was a very attractive man and from the looks of the bulge in
his pants when he got hard he got hard in a big way. "I sure would like to try
John's on for size," she thought to herself as she was driving home later. "It
would be a shame to let it go to waste. I just don't know what Diane might think
if she found out." That evening when Bob called, he asked right away about her
job. Lainie told him that she'd talked to her boss about becoming a therapist
and that Dr. Braden had agreed. "Honey, that's great," Bob said excitedly. "I
know you'll make a great one. When will you start?" "Maybe later in the week,"
Lainie replied. "But you ought to know that I did a pretty good job at therapy
today just being a receptionist." Lainie then told Bob about John and how he'd
gotten hard just standing there talking to her. "He was pretty big too," she
concluded. "Gee, too bad you couldn't do something with it," Bob said. "Better
luck next time." "What do you mean 'do something with it'?" Lainie asked. She
still had a hard time accepting her husband's accommodating attitude. "Fuck
him," Bob said bluntly, "or suck him...or something." "Bob! Shame on you. I'm a
married woman. How can you think such things." "OK. OK," Bob said. "But I think
that if you get a guy in that condition it's pretty rotten not to do something
about it. I sure wouldn't want some woman doing that to me." Lainie masturbated
twice that night as she fantasized about John and recounted her husband's
explicit comments. She decided that she wouldn't let an opportunity like that
pass again...if there was any way she could do anything about it. "If it's OK
with my husband, why shouldn't I?" she asked herself as she drove to work the
next morning. "If John makes a pass next time he comes in, I'll call his bluff."
Lainie was about to learn that John was not bluffing. She had just sat down at
her desk when the phone rang. "Elaine?" the man asked. "Yes, this is Elaine,"
she answered nervously. "This is John, Elaine. Do you remember me from
yesterday?" "Of course I do John. How could I forget your...your...your
miraculous cure? That was quite a bulge you were sporting." "Oh, you liked
that?" he asked. "Well, it was that big because it really likes you." "So what
can I do for you today?" Lainie asked. "Well, you can accept my invitation to
dinner," John continued. "John, I'm sorry but I can't do that. I'm a married
woman and a mommy. My husband and my kids expect me at home at dinner time."
"How about lunch then?" John persisted. "I don't get time for lunch." "How about
having a drink together after work?" "Sorry, but I have to be home when my kids
get home from school at two thirty." "What can we do then?" "John, I don't know
what we can do. It's not that I wouldn't like to, but I just don't see how we
can do it." Lainie was pleased with herself for admitting her desire. "Gee, this
is complicated," John lamented. "Just talking about doing it has gotten me hard.
Is your pussy getting wet too," he asked. "Yes. Damn it!" Lainie confessed.
"Elaine, then I'm going to fuck your hot wet pussy and fuck it good," John said
bluntly. John's explicit language made Lainie's cunt even wetter. "Have you even
been fucked in the back seat of a car?" he asked. "Yes, but not for several
years. Why?" "Well, it's going to happen again this afternoon. What time to you
get off work?" "One thirty," Lainie replied. "Sometimes a little earlier."
"Great! I'll be in the upper level of the parking ramp in your building at one
fifteen. I'll be in a light blue Town Car. See you there." John hung up the
phone. Lainie was committed and she was so excited about it that she was afraid
she would get a wet spot on her skirt. The rest of her day at work passed very
slowly. Lainie tried everything she knew but she couldn't get her mind off of
that wonderful bulge in John's pants and what it would feel like as it entered
her. Finally Dave, the one o'clock appointment, arrived. As soon as Dr. Braden
called Dave into her office, Lainie left. She wanted time to freshen up in the
ladies' room and to prepare a little surprise for John. John parked where he had
a clear view of the elevator and when Lainie stepped out of it, he waved and
yelled "Over here!" Lainie practically ran to John's car. He held the back door
open and she threw herself in. In seconds Lainie has released John's hard cock
from his pants and was admiring it. The head was bright red and tilted slightly
upward giving it a jaunty look. The vein up the underside was very pronounced.
It's most notable feature, however, was its size. It was huge, at least 8 and a
half inches long. "John, it's even more beautiful than I imagined," she cooed.
Then she plunged her head down and took him into her mouth. She began to lick
and suck at a frenzied pace. Lainie knew she didn't have time for the sort of
quality blowjob that she would have preferred to give. Meanwhile John reached
under Lainie's skirt and discovered his surprise. She wasn't wearing panties.
John's exploring fingers worked their way through her thick wet beaver and into
her dripping slit. John found Lainie's clit and expertly worked her senses to a
fever pitch. With his other hand, John unbuttoned her blouse and loosened her
bra. In seconds Lainie's voluptuous breasts were hanging loose in John's hand.
Lainie made John cum in just a couple of minutes. Lainie nearly choked as he
exploded against the back of her throat. She had to swallow vigorously to
maintain her record of never missing a drop. When Lainie caught her breath, she
began to concentrate on the sensation of John's fingers massaging her clit. A
minute or two later she felt the wonderful spasms of orgasm. Lainie wanted to
spend a few minutes enjoying the afterglow of her climax, but she knew time was
very limited and she still hadn't experienced what she had really come here for.
She bent her head back down and again began to suck on John's partially hard
cock. "Do you think you can get it up so we can get to the main course?" she
asked teasingly. "Faster than you would imagine," John boasted. "Believe me,
Elaine, this guy isn't close to done yet." His words were soon matched by his
actions as Lainie felt his cock stiffen. In less than a minute it was back to
full staff. "It's hard to believe you've ever had any problem," she said as she
turned her body around and prepared to take him in her cunt. "As I recall you
promised to fuck me good. You'd better keep that promise," she said as she took
his rod in her hand and directed it toward her wet opening. Lainie slowly slid
down onto John's cock wondering if she would be able to take him all in. Her ass
touched his groin just as she felt pressure on her cervix. She was completely
filled. "OK, John. Go to work," Lainie ordered. John began to thrust his hips
upward as Lainie helped him by bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth.
She felt things begin to happen almost immediately. It wouldn't be long before
she came again. "OOOhhhh, John!" she wailed loudly. "AAgghhh. OOHHH! Fuck me
John!" Lainie could be very vocal when she came really hard and this was one of
those times. Neither she nor John gave a damn that anyone else on that level of
the ramp could hear her and see her head bobbing up and down. Lainie paused only
momentarily before resuming her rocking motion. John had been silent thus far
but he continued his pumping action. As soon as Lainie sat down on John's cock
and began to rock her pelvis back and forth, John began to moan. He suddenly
thrust his hips upward and held himself there as he pumped his load into
Lainie's cunt. Lainie increased the tempo of her rocking motion hoping to cum
again before John's spent member shrank completely and slipped out of her. She
succeeded and again loudly and joyfully let the world know about it. Then she
collapsed on top of John. She laid there quietly for a few minutes. "Oh my
gawd," she gasped as she suddenly sat up and looked at her watch. She had
momentarily forgotten the urgency of the situation. The kids would be home in
less than twenty-five minutes. "John, I've got to get going," she said as she
sat up. "This was wonderful though. I'm glad you were so persistent. That bulge
exceeded my greatest expectations." "Thanks, Elaine," John replied softly.
"You're the best piece of ass I've ever had. I still wish you were my
therapist." "John, I really don't think you need one," Lainie said with a laugh.
"I don't know what you're up to but your system sure seems to be working well.
It just satisfied me better than most men I've known." Lainie pulled her panties
out of her purse and put them on. Then she did her best to smooth out the rest
of her clothes. Her dress looked like she'd slept in it...or been royally
fucked. She didn't have time to care. She got out of John's car and ran to hers
where she quickly got in and raced for home. Lainie knew from the wet feeling
that she had to change clothes before the kids saw her. She checked in the
mirror and there was a large wet spot on the back of her skirt. Besides her
blouse was all rumpled up from the massage John gave her breasts. She quickly
slipped into some clean panties, blouse and her trademark tight jeans. That
night Lainie eagerly awaited Bob's call. Was he going to be surprised. She hoped
he meant what he said about wanting her to "do it" with other guys. If he didn't
at least this would be the time to find out and not after she'd made a
commitment with one of the clinic's clients. "Hi honey," she said excitedly when
Bob finally called. "How was your day?" he asked. "Wellllll," she began, "I'm
afraid your wife was bad today." "Really? Just how bad was she?" "Very, very
bad!" Lainie continued nervously. "You get laid?" Bob asked. "Yes...I did...is
that alright? I mean that's what you wanted isn't it?" Lainie heard a gasp and
then a moment of silence. She suddenly felt a moment of panic. "Bob? Bob, honey?
Are you OK?" Lainie asked anxiously. "Yes...yes, I'm OK," Bob answered. "Are you
upset with me?" Lainie went on. "No, sweetheart. Not at all," Bob assured her.
"I'm just surprised is all. I didn't think you'd go through with it...or if you
did, that you'd tell me about it." "That is what you wanted, isn't it?" Lainie
pressed still feeling very apprehensive. "I mean that's what I thought you had
said." "That's exactly what I wanted," Bob replied. "I think it's terrific! I
can't wait to hear all the details. Where did this happen?" Lainie breathed a
sigh of relief before going on. "We did it in the back seat of his car...in
broad daylight." "No shit! That's fantastic. Who was the lucky guy?" Bob asked.
"Remember John, the guy that came into the office yesterday? The one that got
hard while he stood there talking to me." "Sure do," Bob replied. "As I recall
you said he looked like he had a pretty big one." "Well, that's the guy, and I
was right. He does have a very big one." "Was it fun? Forget that, because I
already know the answer. I hope it was fantastic." "It was sweetheart, and I
have you to thank for telling me to do it. I never would have had the nerve
otherwise." Lainie told Bob more of the details of her encounter with John's
bulge and he kept asking for more specifics. "How big was it?" "Did he cum in
your mouth or your pussy?" "Did anyone see you?" Lainie felt pretty self-
conscious at first but once she got into it, she started getting turned on again
just telling Bob about it. He was getting excited too. "I've got to go now," he
finally said. "Now I'm the one with a bulge in my pants and I better go relieve
it. OK?" "OK sweetheart, but you still haven't heard the kinkiest part." "What's
that?" "Do you know what I found in my purse when I got home?" "No, I have no
idea." "A hundred dollar bill. John must have sneaked it in there when I was
trying to make myself presentable." "Wow. That is incredible. Well, John must
know a great therapist when he fucks one." "Yes, I guess so," Lainie replied,
"but when I found it, I felt sort of ashamed...kind of whorish, you know?"
"Sweetheart, it sounds like you helped a guy overcome a pretty serious problem.
That's the work of a therapist and that cure is worth a lot more than a hundred
bucks to him. At least it would be to me." "Thanks for understanding,
sweetheart," Lainie replied, "but I must admit I'm a little suspicious of John.
I wonder if he really even had a problem." "Don't worry about it. He wouldn't be
paying money to come to the clinic if he didn't have a problem. I'll talk to you
tomorrow. Good night. I love you." The next morning Dr. Braden called Lainie
into her office as soon as she arrived for work. "Lainie, I have some good news.
Yesterday after you left I interviewed a new client that I'm going to assign to
you. His name is Jack Larsen and he's forty-eight years old. He has a problem
maintaining an erection. He says he gets them easily enough but they go away
when he tries to do something. He's married and seems like a very sweet guy. I'm
sure you'll get along well with him. I gave him your name and phone number and
told him to call you at home at noon today to make all the arrangements. I want
you to see him as soon as you can." "That's great," Lainie said when Diane
finished. "He sounds like a good challenge for my first assignment. I'll be glad
to see him as soon as his schedule permits, and I promise to do my best. Thank
you for trusting me." "Lainie, I know you'll do well. I saw no reason to tell
Jack that he is your first client. If you feel you want to tell him, that's up
to you, but it might make him less comfortable with you." "I agree. Gee, I can't
wait," Lainie replied as she got up to return to her desk." "Oh, and Lainie,
you'll need to leave early today to be there for his call. I would like for you
to continue coming in on the mornings that you don't see him until I get you a
few more cases. OK?" "Sure Diane. That's fine." At noon Jack called. He
introduced himself and said that Dr. Braden had told him to call. "Yes, I know
Jack," Lainie replied. "I spoke with her about you just this morning. I'm really
looking forward to working with you. When would be a good time for you to
begin?" Jack and Lainie made an appointment for the next morning at nine thirty.
After they chatted a bit more about the general nature of the relationship they
were beginning, Jack hung up saying he had to get back to work. Lainie was very
excited. Diane had been right. Jack seemed like a very nice guy and Lainie was
eager to get to know him and work with him. "I wonder what his cock is like?"
she thought to herself as she hung up the phone. "I can't wait to find out."
That night Bob was elated with the news. Lainie promised to give him a full
report the next night, but warned him that the program said there should be no
explicit sexual contact for at least the first two visits. Bob sounded a bit
disappointed but said he understood. The next morning the doorbell rang several
minutes early. Lainie was engrossed in a recollection of her recent adventure
with John when it rang and it startled her. When she opened the door she was
delighted to meet a good looking man who she knew was going to be a
pleasure...in many ways, she hoped...to work with. "Hi. You must be Jack. I'm
Elaine. My friends call me Lainie. Please come in." Their first session was
spent getting acquainted and watching a couple of video tapes on love-making
skills. Lainie asked Jack several questions about his own likes and dislikes and
those of his wife. At first Jack seemed a little reluctant to discuss his wife
with Lainie. "I almost feel like I'm cheating on her," he confessed. "I
understand John," Lainie assured him. "Many men feel that way at first. However,
you and I both know that you're here because you really care a lot about her and
want to find a way to improve your relationship with her. That's the only
purpose of our spending time together." Jack was comforted by Lainie's remarks
and relaxed quite a bit after that. By the time his session was over he was
reluctant to leave. Lainie had explained the arrangements to him so he handed
her an envelope as he left. They agreed to meet again the following week at the
same time. "I'm looking forward to seeing you then Jack," Lainie said as he
left. "Because next week I'm going to get to see your cock," she thought to
herself. Lainie left for work at the clinic as soon as Jack had driven away. She
was going to make her first report to Dr. Braden in person. "You did very well,"
Diane Braden assured Lainie when she finished her report. "You did it just like
the book says. That's good. It's very important to get things started out
properly. That almost guarantees the best ultimate results." Late that morning
as Lainie was sitting at her desk reading, the phone rang. "Hi," said the woman
on the line. "This is Joanne Robbins. I'm the therapist that called you a few
weeks ago before you took your job. I heard from Diane that you'd just been
assigned your first case and I wanted to see how things were going." "Hi Joanne.
I'm glad you called. I actually had my first appointment with him this morning.
It went very well. I'm glad you called though because I have something else that
I'd like to ask you about." "What's that Elaine?" Joanne asked. "How does Diane
feel about the therapists doing things with clients who aren't assigned to
them?" "Such as?" Joanne pressed. "Such as fucking them?" Lainie replied
bluntly. "Gee, I can't say that I know. Why do you ask?" Lainie then told Joanne
what had happened with John. She didn't mention who he was, but she hadn't
finished her story when Joanne interrupted. "Was the guy's name John by any
chance?" she asked. "Yes. How did you know?" Joanne laughed. "Lainie. John did
the same thing to me except that he took me to a motel." "No shit. Well I didn't
have time for that." "I made time on a Saturday morning while Dick watched the
kids." "That's amazing. How can he do that with his condition?" Lainie asked
naively. "Elaine, John doesn't have any problem at all except that he just can't
seem to get enough. I've heard that he's nailed every therapist that the clinic
has had on staff for the last five years. I guess I should have warned you about
him." "Wow. How does he get away with it. You'd think that Diane would throw his
ass right out of here." "Two reasons, I suspect," Joanne replied. "First of all
I doubt that any of the women have ever complained. The guy is extremely good
and extremely well-hung as you know. I'll bet that he's the best fuck that most
of us could ever expect to have." "That's true," Lainie agreed. "I sure have no
complaints. I was just worried about what might happen if Diane ever found out."
"Don't worry about Diane," Joanne said. "I've also heard from pretty good
sources that horny old 'I can't get it up' John is banging her too. In fact
Betty, the gal who was receptionist before you, said that she heard John and
Diane doing it in her office. I guess it got pretty noisy because Diane didn't
know that Betty had arrived for work early." "Joanne, that's absolutely
amazing," Lainie remarked. "I never would have guessed. Somehow I never imagined
Diane having sex with anyone. I mean she looks and acts like a spinster
librarian or college professor. WOW!" "No, I know she's married and I've heard
that she and her husband have a sort of kinky relationship...sort of like Dick's
and mine." "And Bob's and mine," Lainie added. "That's the other thing that's
new. Bob has started sounding just like your husband...and I love it. He's
really gotten into the idea of me having sex with other guys. He asks me about
it every night when he calls." "Elaine, that's great," Joanne responded. "It
makes this sort of work so much more fun." Lainie and Joanne chatted for nearly
an hour before they were interrupted by the arrival of Dr. Braden's next
appointment. Lainie hung up promising to call Joanne after she had her next
session with Jack. That night when Bob called, Lainie couldn't wait to tell him
what she'd learned from Joanne. He laughed when he heard about the scam that
John had going. "Sounds like a pretty clever guy," Bob said when Lainie said
that he'd nailed all of the therapists. "I wonder how he's managed to keep from
getting caught by the clinic though." Lainie related Joanne's remark about
John's fucking Dr. Braden too. "So Diane's getting some too," was his reaction.
"Gee, that's great." Lainie was surprised by his response. "I wonder how he
knows her first name," she thought to herself after they'd finished talking. "I
don't remember ever mentioning it, but I guess I must have." She let the matter
drop. Things with Jack proceeded exactly on schedule. During their second
appointment Lainie told Jack to undress completely while she stripped down to
her panties. Then they gave each other a good massage. Although they weren't
supposed to touch each other's private parts during this massage, Lainie did
sneak in a few gentle strokes of Jack's cock. She and Jack were both pleased
that it got hard while she stroked him. She didn't push their luck, however, and
left him and herself unsatisfied. "Next week, I'll pay more attention to this,"
Lainie promised as she stroked Jack's cock through his pants as he prepared to
leave. "You have a nice cock, and I can't wait to get better acquainted with
it," she continued although she knew this was a very unprofessional thing to
say. "Honey, it went really well," Lainie announced proudly when Bob asked her
about her appointment during his nightly call. Bob did seem disappointed but
understanding when Lainie said that she hadn't gone further. "Next week we'll
get to play with each other using our hands. I'm really looking forward to
that." "So am I," Bob agreed. "Speaking of next week, Frank has invited us to a
pool party at his house a week from Saturday." "Both of us?" Lainie asked.
Lainie was surprised because, although Frank had frequent pool parties, she'd
always been told they were for the guys from the office only. Bob insisted that
no women were ever present. "Yes. He specifically said we should both come. I
hope you can make it. It will be Saturday afternoon as usual." "OK, I guess,"
Lainie said doubtfully. She wondered why the change, but passed it off as a
special outing of some sort. During their next session Lainie and Jack again
stripped for more hand play. This time Lainie removed her panties and Jack got
to see her pussy for the first time. As they sat down facing each other Lainie
noticed that Jack was trying very hard to avoid staring at her crotch. "It's OK
to look at it Jack," Lainie assured him. "In fact today's assignment is to get
better acquainted with the male and female pubic areas. We're going to spend our
time learning what each other looks and feels like. Are you comfortable with
that?" "Ummhm," Jack murmured as he let his gaze drop to his therapist's pussy.
"I'm going to give you a quick guided tour of my pussy...I hope you don't mind
if I call it that...do you?" Lainie began again disregarding the clinical
approach. "N..n..no," Jack stammered. "No...no...not at all." "Good," Lainie
confirmed. Then lying back and spreading her legs, she proceeded to point out
the salient features of her cunt while Jack watched with rapt attention. When
she got to the inner lips..."labia minora" she announced...and clitoris..."just
call it my clit" she suggested...Lainie began to rub herself. "For most women
this is the most erogenous and sensitive spot of all," Lainie explained. "I will
cum very quickly if I keep playing with this. I hope you don't mind my saying
that, or my rubbing myself like this. I'm really not supposed to do it quite
this way," she confessed. "Is it OK?" "Yes, it's fine with me," Jack agreed as
he sat transfixed by this woman who was masturbating just a few inches away. As
Jack watched, Lainie's fingers slipped further down her slit until she reached
the entrance of her love tunnel. Then he saw two of them disappear into her.
Slowly Lainie plunged them in and out. "Oooow," she moaned. "This always feels
so nice. I'm gett
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