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The Sex Therapist series is a continuation of the My Latvian Sister-in-Law series. You should check them all out, or just read this one because it should stand on its own. If you like what you read, give it a thumbs up.
For the past few years, our protagonist, Tyler, has been having a difficult and twisted sex life. Years ago, his wife, Cammie, encouraged him to have an affair with his sister-in-law, Anna. The three of them happily continued this open marriage relationship until Anna got a divorce from Tyler’s brother, then married a Hispanic debonair named Dave. Tyler’s relationship with Anna dwindled as she was increasingly attracted to her new husband. Even Cammie started sleeping with Dave.
Eventually, Cammie offered to help by sending Tyler to a sex therapist named Jenny Waters. Tyler was pleasantly surprised to find that Jenny used a hands-on approach in her treatments. Tyler was eager to continue his sessions with Jenny, but nervous that Cammie might discover what they were up to.
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Tyler knocked on the entryway door to Jenny’s home office. She unlocked it and greeted him, “Hi Tyler! It’s good to see you again.”
She wasn’t wearing her normal professional business clothing. Instead, she had on a set of red silk pajamas with minishorts and a button up shirt. She hugged him tightly, but broke away quickly even though Tyler want to hold it longer. Tyler loved the soft feeling of Jenny’s head nestled in the pit of his chest.
“Please excuse my dress. You’re my first appointment for the day and I haven’t had time to primp yet.”
“I think you look stunning!” I said.
“Oh, you’re so sweet.” She smiled gushingly. “Let’s get down to business. I contacted your wife and she told me that you did your homework. She said you told her ten things that make you attracted to her.”
“Yes, I did, which means that I can have my ‘reward’ today…”
“…You still haven’t earned it yet!” she interrupted. “It’s never a guarantee that you’ll be able to engage with me during a session. In fact, it’s going to get harder from here on out.”
This was the first time she had been so stern with me. I really didn’t want her to be upset with me again, so I decided to try to keep her happy. “Yes, Jenny, I understand.”
“Good,” she said. “Cammie also told me that you had some very good sex this past week. It looks like my consultations are working.”
I blushed and said, “Yes, this has been so good for me. Thank you!”
“Well, if you’re already having a good sex life with your wife, maybe you don’t need my assistance anymore?”
“No!” I blurted out. “I mean, I don’t think…”
“…It’s okay, Tyler. I was only teasing. There is still a lot more for you to learn and your wife pre-paid for twelve sessions. This is only number…wait how many have we done already?”
I relaxed. “Two already. This is the third one.” I smiled, thinking about how good it was that I could have sex with Jenny another ten times.
“Right, only two. You’re progressing so quickly! Well, let’s talk about today’s lesson. One of the biggest misconceptions about sex is that poor sex leads to a poor marriage. However, that’s actually backwards. The truth is that a poor marriage leads to bad sex.”
“Okay, that makes sense,” I said.
“You say it makes sense, but I don’t think that you really grasp the importance of this. In your family, who generally washes the dishes?” she asked.
I paused. “Well, I guess Cammie does most of the time.”
“Most of the time? When was the last time you did it?”
I paused again. “I…I can’t remember.”
“Can’t remember? I’ll bet the truth is that it’s been a very long time. What about folding laundry?”
“She does that,” I said sheepishly.
“Drive your child to daycare?”
“She does.”
“Clean the bathrooms?”
“I guess that’s her, too.”
“When’s the last time you asked her on a date?”
I perked up. “Oh, I actually am good at this one. We got a babysitter and went out two weeks ago, before my first session with you.”
Jenny didn’t smile. “Was the date something she enjoyed, or was it something you wanted to do and she tagged along?”
I frowned. I had a sudden realization that it probably wasn’t a good date for her. “It was to a party with my co-workers. She didn’t know anyone and barely talked the whole night.”
“If she didn’t enjoy it, it doesn’t count. Dates are supposed to be opportunities for you to generously share you time and attention with your spouse to do something that maker her happy. Another question: who schedules your kids doctor’s appointments?”
“Cammie,” I said.
Jenny sighed. “In most families, the woman is expected to keep track of all of the important tasks and appointments that need to be done. This puts a lot of strain on her mind. It’s called ‘cognitive load’. She’s probably so busy trying to keep the family going that her brain doesn’t have time to think about sex.”
I pondered this for a moment. She had such a good point. Then, a doubt came to my mind. “I agree with you, Jenny. But Cammie does have time to have sex with our neighbor, Dave. That must be on her mind.”
Jenny shook her head softly, “Yes, but that’s different because Dave reengerizes her. He takes burdens off her, but you put them on her.”
I hesitated, then nodded in agreement. “You must right.”
“Wonderful!” said Jenny. “Let’s proceed to today’s exercise. I want you to come into my house and pretend that I’m Cammie. Just like last time, use her name. Try to be a good husband and take care of some of the chores around the house. Don’t just ask me what to do. Remember that you need to take some of the cognitive load off your wife. Try to figure it out for yourself.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
“And, don’t forget the lesson we learned last week. You do remember that lesson, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, of course. It was to…I mean, that I should…try to show her how much I’m attracted to her.”
“Perfect!” Let’s get started.”
The back of the office had a door that led into the rest of the house. She led me through that door into her living room. I had never been into the rest of her house before. It was breathtaking! The living room was a large, two-story vaulted ceiling with a balcony looking down from the second floor. Sunlight poured in from the glass roof above. Potted citrus trees and hanging plants were scattered across the room. The floor was made of decorative tile and marble that continued up three steps into the dining area and kitchen. A waterfall fountain spilled out smoothly and quietly from a ten-feet-long line on one of the walls. The room was furnished with plush red couches and armchairs and the walls were decorated with abstract art. A swinging chair was installed from the second story.
“Your house is beautiful!”
“Thanks, I designed it myself.”
We walked to the kitchen and dining area. There were several doors and hallway at the back of this large space.
“I’m going to read a book in my room for a few minutes. I’ll let you try to figure out what to do.” She went through one of the doors at the back of the kitchen and left it open.
I looked around the kitchen. There were several dirty dishes in the sink and there looked like some crumbs on the floor. I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, then looked for a broom to sweep the floor. I found the trashcan inside a pantry door, then took the bag outside to the garbage can. When I came back, I thought the kitchen looked a lot better than before.
I walked in the bedroom, but Jenny wasn’t there. I heard the sound of running water. “She must be in the shower,” I thought. The bathroom door was open and I let myself in.
It was warm and steamy. The only light on in the room was the shower light, which was a large walk-in shower with a glass door. The shower light projected a silloutte of Jenny’s body onto the translucent glass. She was running her fingers through her hair to wash it, leaning back slightly. I could see her whole profile–her perky breasts stood out proudly. Her body tapered down at her thin waist, then thickened at her plump ass.
I remembered to pretend she was my wife. “Cammie? I finished the dishes, swept the floor, and took out the trash.”
“Really?” she said. “I thought you would only do the dishes. Don’t you have to go to work?”
“I don’t have any early meetings today,” I said.
I wondered what to do next. “Cammie, how would you like a shower massage?”
“A shower massage? That sounds amazing.”
I took off my clothes, trembling with excitement. I entered the shower. Her back was facing me. Her back muscles were flexing attractively while she continued washing her hair. Her ass was dripping with soapy water. The outline of the sides of her breasts gave her an hourglass shape.
I laid my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was very slippery from the shampoo. I started massaging. My heart was pounding in my chest.
“Oh, that feels so good,” Jenny said.
I took a step closer. I was turned on and my cock was totally erect. I pressed my body against her back. It felt so good to feel the pressure against my cock and warm soapy water spilling down over it.
I started rubbing her upper arms, then her lower arms hanging down from her side, the I pressed her hands against her hips.
“Oh, that feels good, too.”
I intertwined my fingers to the back of her hands, then guided her hands up her torso from her abs, to her ribs, to her breasts. She and I squeezed her breasts together and bounced them gently. As I hugged her, the back of her body pressed even more against my cock. Every movement of our bodies caused my dick to rub against her soapy body, which felt electrifying.
Jenny turned to face me. My heart skipped when I saw her bare breasts with her small, dark nipples. She wrapped her arms around my neck a pulled me in for a kiss. I hugged her and and lifted her up a little. Her breasts pressed against my chest and my cock slid in between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together and started humping me softly.
“Oh my God, that feels good!” I said. “With the soapy water, it feels just like your pussy.”
“Nah,” she said. “You know that my pussy feels better.” She started humping me a little harder while she kissed me more passionately.
I reached my hand down to her crotch and felt for her labia. My middle finger found the slit where her clitoris bump was. I very tenderly started rubbing her up and down.
She stopped thrusting against me. “Oh my God, don’t stop!” She lowered her body and relaxed her head against my chest. My cock pressed against her abdomen.
I grabbed her ass with one hand and fingered her clit with the other. Jenny lost the ability to control her body and went mostly limp. After a couple minutes, her breathing became even more rapid.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, FUUU…” She melted in my arms and hugged her to keep her from falling.
After giving herself a moment to recover, she looked at me in the eye. Her eyes were beautiful and hazel-colored. “I want you to cream my pussy in the shower.”
She moved to the back of the shower and leaned forward into a standing doggy position, holding a metal bar for balance. She spread her legs wide and her beautiful pussy showed out from her round ass.
I held her waist for balance, then slid my cock into her open pussy. Jenny moaned softly in pleasure. It felt warm and a little loose from all the time in the hot shower water.
I gave her my first gentle thrust and it sent a warm feeling throughout my body. My cock became the focal point of my consciousness at that point–it was all I could focus on.
I started thrusting her in a slow rhythm and she moaned again. I started moaning, too. The warm water from the shower sprayed against the back of my legs as if it were pushing me forward.
My cock enlarged inside her pussy and made it feel tighter. Her breasts were rocking back and forth with the rhythm. I reached forward with one hand and cupped her dangling breast. She cupped her hand over my hand and pressed it harder into her chest.
My cock erupted uncontrollably deep inside her pussy, shooting ropes and ropes of white cum deep inside her. Jenny giggled with delight from the feeling of my cock beating inside of her and the warm fluid filling her.
A minute or so later, the orgasm ended and I pulled out. I saw a spoonful of cum dribble out her pussy and run down her crotch onto the floor of the shower.
She stood up and turned to face me. Wrapping her arms around my chest, she kissed my lips, then said, “Good job! Let’s get cleaned up.”
We rinsed the cum off our bodies, then toweled off and got dressed. Jenny put on a blouse and a skirt.
She guided me to the kitchen to inspect my work. “Looks good,” she said. “I want you to do all of these chores, plus the vacuuming, the laundry, driving your child to daycare, and scheduling the doctor and dentist appointments. You know the consequence for not doing your homework.”
“Yes, I do,” I said.
I went to my car and drove home. I had a strange feeling that I was starting to fall in love with Jenny, but that I knew she didn’t reciprocate. To her, I was just a chore. She had many other clients. But, my time with Jenny gave me a renewed sense of optimism for my marriage to Cammie. Maybe if I followed Jenny’s advice, I really could win her back.
To be continued in Part 4.
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Wow. Really hot, really well written.