Sex Therapy. To my horror I realised I’d reached that time of life when I began to have what are discretely called “male problems”. My faithful friend downstairs didn’t stand up so stiffly to attention as he used to do. Though my wife had kept her shapely figure through the years even watching her undress from my favourite sexy underwear sometimes didn’t get him up as hard as he once used to. Then that night came when in the cosy darkness snuggled under our duvet I felt my wife’s bare thigh nuzzling against mine, her soft breasts pressing against my arm, her light fingertips creeping across my thigh and her softly whispered “want you!” My muscle should have been steel hard and straining for her vagina at the first touch of her naked flesh and for the next half an hour, oblivious to the kids hearing through the bedroom wall, we should have been grunting and squealing passionately and our bed should have been rocking and rattling. But this time she had to be satisfied with a finger-fuck, and me with her well practised hand on my half hearted muscle sending my semen barely up to my belly button. After a few nights of erections barely stiff enough to slide up between her legs and just about good enough for a hand job she suggested I made an appointment to see my doctor. I reluctantly agreed to see him. When I arrived at the surgery and gave my name the receptionist told me my own doctor had been called out on an emergency, but his colleague Dr Matthews would see me. Making the appointment had been embarrassing enough, but what was even more embarrassing was when I stepped into the consulting room and saw Dr Matthews was a woman! I thought of turning round and running but I knew I’d come too far for that. Dr Matthews gave me a welcoming smile, the door clicked shut behind me and I was trapped. She was younger than me, perhaps mid thirties and attractive with neat blonde hair. Her doctor’s white coat was thin and tight enough to show the outline of a very shapely figure. Between a couple of the buttons of her coat at the front I caught a glimpse of a black bra. I suddenly realised to my amazement that up top at least she was wearing nothing under that white coat but her underwear! Though I was almost too embarrassed to notice it, I felt that familiar stirring down below. “Now Mr Thompson. What’s your problem?” she asked.
She fixed her eyes enquiringly on me. I felt my face go red and the sweat break out, but I’d come this far and I had to bite the bullet. “It’s a bit of a male problem doctor. I ……” At that my throat went dry and my voice faded into a croak. She smiled as if to reassure me. “Erectile disfunction? I fully understand. Most men your age suffer from it from time to time. I’ll need to ask you some questions.”
She turned in her swivel chair and crossed her legs in that way women know that looks so natural and innocent but shows off more than enough thigh to hook any guy. Her legs were bare as high up as I could see and they were very good legs indeed. “Do you get erect at all?” I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been. But I had to go through with it. I swallowed. “Yes.” “Do you get erect enough to masturbate?” For an instant I thought she was trying to suppress a mischievous smile, but I guessed it was my imagination. It was a reasonable enough question in the circumstances. While I was summoning up the courage to answer she slowly uncrossed and crossed her legs again. I realised she wasn’t wearing a skirt either, just that white coat. “Yes…” I blurted out, feeling I was digging myself into the most embarrassing hole I’d ever dug myself into, and trying not to meet her eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. Most men masturbate ……… and women too. I do from time to time.” Why did she say that I suddenly thought. But this time the mischievous smile on her lips was unmistakeable. “What masturbation technique do you use?” “I wrap my hand round my penis and stroke up and down till I come.” “Do you mean like this?” She closed her thumb and fingers into a ring just the way my wife had wrapped her hand round my shaft so many times, and bobbed her hand up and down smoothly at the exact angle of a man’s erect penis along a length of about six inches. It was obvious she knew how to give a guy a good meaty hand job. I swallowed. “Yes” “How long is your erect penis?” “About seven inches fully erect …. except that the last few weeks ….” God, I thought. Why did she want to know that? I guess my words were spilling out through nervousness. “I fully understand. That sounds like a good sized erection. Do you always spurt semen when you have an orgasm during masturbation and intercourse?” “Yes” I said weakly. She scribbled a note, and casually uncrossed and crossed her legs again. I couldn’t help seeing she was wearing black knickers. I realised my erection was every bit as stiff as it used to be. “How far? …….. When you masturbate?” “Right up to my chest….. when I masturbate on my back.” I could tell she was impressed. “Is it the same when your wife does it for you with her hand?” “Yes” I replied without realising what I’d admitted. I felt awful. “And is your orgasm always pleasurable ……. In sexual intercourse as well as masturbation?” “Yes….. Always….. very enjoyable” “How often do you and your wife ……?” “Once a week.” Until a few weeks ago we’d gotten our bed rattling almost every night. Dr Matthews couldn’t quite conceal the smile she was trying to stifle.
“I can see your penis is erect now” Her eyes were on the prominent bulging ridge at the front of my trousers making it obvious to anyone I was having a hard on. “That’s quite understandable. Don’t we all find talking about sex arousing?” She gave me a little smile. “Now ….. can I examine your penis? Take your trousers and pants off so you can get your legs wide. Think of me as a doctor, not as a woman.” She was a tasty blonde with a sexy body and good legs, had just shown me her black knickers and told me she masturbated, liked talking about sex and knew how to give a hand job. It wasn’t just hard not to think of her as a woman, it was impossible! I stood, unzipped and unclipped my trousers and took them off. My grey cotton briefs were bulging massively. The moment of truth came – I swallowed, took a deep breath, slipped my briefs off, stood with my legs wide, held my shirt up and thrust my kit forward. In the mirror I saw my shaft bending up, quivering with my breathing. My penis and balls looked massive and very hairy, and I suddenly felt embarrassed about my big red-purple knob. She stood, strolled over to me and reached down to touch my sex kit. My shirt was in her way. She carefully unbuttoned it from the bottom up, and opened it fully. I grunted with sex pleasure as her hand brushed lightly down my belly, ruffled my pubic hair, lightly felt my balls, then slowly, patiently and exquisitely explored my length as if she was testing its stiffness. As she played with my erection her bare leg brushed against mine and she was close enough to treat me to a view down her cleavage of her breasts nestling in black satin and lace. “Mmmmmm….. your sexual organs feel quite normal. Do you feel sexual arousal when a woman touches your erect penis?” As she spoke her fingertips tickled me across the nozzle of my penis. “Uhhhhh!….. Yeah!” I was fighting not to fill her hand with my semen as she felt my soft knob with her gentle fingers. “Quite normal. And I see you’re producing pre seminal fluid” I saw my penis head and her fingertips were wet with my pre-cum. I felt my face redden. She sat down to write a note. “Don’t be embarrassed, its completely normal. Any man would be sexually aroused by a sexually mature woman touching his erect penis. Your natural desire is to have sexual intercourse with me … er… her, isn’t it?” I didn’t dare say anything but I think my face gave her all the answer she wanted.
“In my opinion you seem quite normal. But I’d like to try some tests, just to be sure. Would you masturbate for me like you do normally? If your shirt’s in the way feel free to take it off.” I slipped my shirt off and stood there stark naked. I spread my legs and braced myself. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger round my hard up shaft and began to stroke smoothly and rhythmically. “You look a little unsteady on your feet. Here ….. let me support you.” She stood next to me with her bare leg brushing against mine, inviting my spare hand to slide round her waist. It did just that. She watched my hard working hand as I stroked and tugged my penis, treating my shaft to my full fist. Like any guy wanking over a woman I instinctively wanted to impress her with my performance. “Mmmmmmm …… quite normal!” I took my time, grunting and thrusting with my eyes on her peaches nestling in the black lace and satin of her bra. Her body was pressed against mine and the rhythm of my pumping hand got her boobs quivering. I grunted as my cum rose then, like any guy wanking with an attractive woman next to him would have done, my hand involuntarily slid down over her hips and over the soft round curves of her bottom, followed the hem of her knickers through the thin white cloth of her coat, and clenched her bottom to pull her against me in the moments before my jet of semen spurted and splashed onto the floor. I let go of her backside immediately feeling horribly embarrassed. “I’m so sorry!” I gasped “I didn’t mean …” “That’s quite alright Mr Thompson. That was a perfectly normal reflex ….” there was a flicker of a mischievous smile on her face “In fact just what I would have expected.”
She handed me a tissue to wipe the strand of dripping semen from my suddenly limp penis. “Now Mr Thompson. Your penis is flaccid. I’d like to investigate what stimulates to to an erection.” As she spoke she stepped her foot up onto a chair to rest her note pad on her thigh to write something. The movement pulled her coat up high, giving me a display of bare thigh, emphasised how nicely her bottom was curved and gave me an even better glimpse of her knickers. They were black satin and lace. I guess the way my penis began to stretch and rise told her what she was showing me certainly stimulated an erection without me needing to tell her. “Do you use pornography when you masturbate?” The memory of that day I’d discovered my father’s secret stash of magazines came back. For the first time I’d seen a naked woman and discovered that ultimate secret – what a woman had between her legs. I’d spent an entire afternoon with my adolescent young cock almost permanently hard in my hand ogling naked women, women in underwear, women undressing and women if every erotic pose I could imagine, stroking my penis till it was red raw. These days I secretly jerked my cream over naked girls sprawled across my laptop screen, and of course over our “private photo album”. I hesitated, but her eyes were on me waiting for an answer. I quietly made another confession. “Yes.” “What kind? What would you like to see me…..I mean see women, do?” This time it was her face that went red before she quickly corrected herself. As my words spilled out in a jumble I felt my penis tighten and swing up. “Posing nude ….. big breasts ….. legs …….vaginas ……. lesbian sex……. undressing from sexy clothes …….sex positions ….. giving it to men ……. You know ……” “Quite normal. Does seeing your wife pose nude arouse you?” Another memory flashed back. Two nights ago when I’d taken some pictures for our private album of my wife laid back on a rug with the tiny wisps of satin, lace and nylon she’d stripped from scattered around her with her hand between her spread legs as she masturbated to a boob-bouncing climax. She’d wanked my cock off between her breasts afterwards. The look on my face and my penis pointing stiffly at the ceiling must have been answer enough. “Quite normal” she said, and scribbled something down.
She strolled back to her desk with my eyes following her bare legs and the curves of her backside all the way.
“Excuse me while I check your record on my computer Mr Thompson.” With her back to me she bent over to touch the keyboard. Her short coat rose high up her bare thighs and tightened over her bottom to show the outline of her knickers. A chart appeared on her screen. She clicked the mouse. The chart disappeared and on her screen appeared a picture of herself squatting on a kitchen table nude except for red high heels. Her legs were spread wide, the nipples of her big round breasts were peaking with arousal, and the camera was aimed straight up between her legs at her vagina lined with a neat bush of light brown hair. “Oh dear! …… I must have hit the wrong key.…. Ohhhhh…… how do I change it back?” She was tapping the keyboard helplessly but to no effect, but it didn’t look as if she was trying very hard. The picture changed automatically. This time Dr Matthews, still nude but for her heels, was bent over the table with the nipples of her breasts brushing the table top, her smooth round bum gleaming under the light like a magnet attracting a guy’s hand and her legs wide ready for a hungry guy to slip his hand between to explore. I felt as if I had a steel bar sticking up between my legs. Tearing my eyes away from Dr Matthews’ naked body for an instant, in the wall mirror I saw my erection was almost vertical again. A picture of her standing leaning back against the table appeared on the screen and slowly zoomed in onto her her cunt till it was close enough to show her glistening juice moistened labia and almost every strand of her brown pubic hair. Finally she managed to get back to the chart. “I’m so sorry Mr Thompson. I accidently opened some of my husband’s pictures. Mmmmmmm ….. Everything looks quite in order. Now there’s just one little test I’d like to try.”
She moved around in front of me, crouched down and smoothly swung her legs wide, pulling the skirt of her coat almost all the way up her bare thighs and treating me to a full frontal view of her knickers. They were see through sheer black lace and I could see the shadow of her bush through them. “If you could come a little closer Mr Thompson.” In her squatting position the view down her cleavage was perfect. With the nozzle of my penis aimed straight between her breasts she tickled the underside of my balls with one hand and the thumb of her other hand slowly circled the ridge round the base of my penis head then found that sensitive spot under my knob and caressed it, before moving to tickle me across my nozzle. My hips thrust involuntarily forward toward her. “Is that causing you sexual stimulation? …… That ridge between your penis head and your shaft is called the corona, and that spot underneath is called the frenulum. They’re the most sexually sensitive parts of a man’s penis, and a centre of male sexual pleasure. They’re particularly responsive to light soft touch. Repeated stimulation normally causes orgasm and ejaculation in men. Do you feel the beginnings of an orgasm Mr Thompson?” I grunted and bit my lip with the exquisite pleasure. She looked up at me. “Perfectly normal reflexes” she said, and stood up “I hope you didn’t mind me stimulating you like that. I’ve found in practice it’s a useful test.” I was frantic! All I wanted was to jerk off. My cock was aching hard and looking down I saw the veins of my shaft were standing out. I groaned and fingered my straining hard shaft, wondering if she’d mind if I masturbated again. “Oh dear” she said “was that rather too much stimulation? I fully understand. Some men suffer terribly when they’ve been denied full release. I’m sure your wife is as concerned as you are. I’ll prescribe you something. And can I also give you some practical sexual advice? Something my husband and I ….. sorry, I mean you and your wife might try?” She reached up to the top button of her white coat right between her breasts. “Ask your wife to let you watch her undress, Mr Thompson. You’ll find it very arousing. Let me demonstrate.” She slowly unbuttoned her white coat, slipped it off her shoulders and let it drop. Her knickers matched her bra in black satin and lace. She reached behind her back, her bra fell away and her breasts bounced out. Her hands slid down her sides, slipped her knickers down to fall round her ankles. She kicked them aside, stood wide legged and rocked gently on her feet setting her boobs swinging. “There …. Wasn’t I right? Your erection’s looking better all the time Mr Thompson.“ I felt as if my shaft was going to snap.
“Now ….. Let your wife pose erotically for you Mr Thompson. Men are usually aroused by the sight of a naked woman in a sexually explicit pose ….. let me show you.” There was a bed in the middle of the room, which I guessed she got patients to lay on for examinations. She got on it and did the splits, leaning back on her hands so her hips thrust forward and her big breasts swung up and forwards, with the mirror behind her showing me her naked back and bottom. “Let her excite your penis in adventurous ways.” She leaned forward toward me. “Like this for example” She licked and tickled my penis nozzle with the tip of her tongue then slipped her wet lips smoothly over the head of my penis and massaged my soft sensitive knob with her tongue. I grunted as sex pleasure like an electric shock ran through me. I ran my hands through her blonde hair and over her bare back, and involuntarily thrust my hips toward her trying franticly to get my straining penis further down her throat. But she darted back. “Excellent. Look how big and stiff your erection is now!” She fingered my iron-hard shaft to prove her point. It was all I could do not to squirt my cream over her face. “Try more exciting sex positions. Here’s a position I …. sorry I mean your wife, will like.” She turned so her bottom was toward me and spread her knees to treat me to a view of her hair-lined sex slit and her arse between her bum cheeks. In the wall mirror in front of her I saw her heavy breasts swinging. She looked at me over her shoulder with lust blazing in her eyes. “Like this …. Please…..” She reached under herself between her legs to finger her pussy and spread her vagina lips. “Excite her with your fingers first, like I’m doing …. her bottom ….. slowly down between my …. her cheeks“ She gasped and moaned softly as I followed her advice. “Now stroke her vagina lips …… ohhhh!” Her pussy was wet with her sex juice. She wasn’t teaching me anything I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to talk back to a qualified physician. “Her clitoris ….. do you know where that is? ….. Oh! …. Oh! …. Yes!” I let my fingertips show her I knew just where a woman’s clitoris was and what a woman liked a guy to do with it. I drove her wild, tickling her along her bum crack then stroking those sensitive parts where the insides of her thighs meet her mound, I teased her between her arse and her vagina, ruffled her cunt hair, and stroked along her vagina lips and around her clit the way my wife likes. As I played with her she moaned and in the mirror I watched her breasts swing as she squirmed with pleasure. “Now! Now!“ she gasped.
I got behind her, held her thighs to ease them wider and tickled her bum crack with the soft head of my penis to let her know I was ready. “Enter slowly …. full length! ….. Mmmmmmmmmm!” Holding her by her thighs I felt her tighten with anticipation. I didn’t need any more advice from her. I slid my shaft full length into her vagina till my pubes brushed her cheeks, then showed her I knew how to take my time, treating her to firm, ryhthmic, full length thrusts that got her breasts swinging with the rythm. I’d got her so hot she climaxed as I was still going. I held her thighs tight as she bucked with the pulses of her orgasm and she managed to stifle her orgasm cry to a half sob – half moan. I rammed my belly so hard against her soft backside in my final thrust as my semen spurted into her that I pushed her across the bed. “I hope you’ve found my advice helpful Mr Thompson” she said as she wrote me a prescription for Viagra afterwards. “You certainly don’t suffer from premature ejaculation” she casually added. Then with the prescription note in my hand she sent me on my way. That night, snuggled down in bed after a purple diamond shaped tablet had done its work, I felt my wife’s bare thigh nuzzling against mine, her soft breasts pressing against my arm, her light fingertips creeping across my thigh, ruffling my pubic hair then finding their target – the steel bar arching up over my belly so stiff it was lifting the duvet. Then came her soft but excited whisper “Ooooohhhhhh! …… darling…… ” Moments later the duvet was thrown back, she was on top astride me just like in the old days, and oblivious to the kids in the next bedroom our bed was rocking and rattling, her breasts were bouncing above me and we were grunting and squealing passionately as she rode my rod. “Oh boy!” she gasped as we lay panting side by side “Didn’t I tell you seeing the doctor would help?” I agreed she’d been right all along. “When are you seeing him again?” “Next week ….. and a monthly follow up.” “Good. Give him a big thank you from me.” “I certainly will.” After a last kiss and a fondle of my wife’s bottom I drifted happily off to sleep thinking about how I’d express my gratitude to Dr Matthews the next week.
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