My Wife Hired a Sex Therapist, Part 6 (MF, drama, lots of wild sex)

I’m planning on this being the second to last installment unless you all can convince me otherwise. Be sure to give me lots of like and comments. Make your predictions about how it will end.

Summary of parts 1 to 5:

Tyler used to have one of the best sex lives imaginable. He had a sexy wife named Cammie had an open marriage that included his sexy sister-in-law-with-benefits, Anna. But, after Anna divorced Tyler’s brother and married a hunky heartthrob from Costa Rica named Dave, Tyler seemed to have lost his magic. Both Anna and Cammie were fucking Dave routinely, and, for a time, Tyler was having less sex than ever.

Cammie recognised that her husband needed help, so she hired a sex therapist for him named Jenny Waters. However, Cammie didn’t seem to know that Jenny had been fucking Tyler like a pornstar ever since their first session. Tyler felt bad able not being forthcoming to Cammie, but being with Jenny just felt so good that he didn’t want it to end. And, the “therapy” was working. Cammie and Tyler had been having the best sex in years after his “lessons” with Jenny.

Tyler was having the time of his life. Being with Jenny had been so enjoyable and had taught him things that changed his life. He was still not sure how to define his feelings for Jenny. He might be in love with her. She might be in love with him. But, they both remembered that, before they began this “therapy”, they both agreed to keep their relationship “professional”. Tyler wondered if he wouldn’t really understand the full depth of what was happening between them until after the 12th and final prepaid session was over.

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I continued to visit Jenny’s house/office every two days for the next two weeks. Most times, we immediately went to her secret sex room. There, she immersed me in sexual practices and pleasures that I could not have ever imagined.

On session number five, she invited me to dress up as a fireman to rescue her from being “trapped” under a pile of dozens of pillows. She was wearing only a very small, shear camisol. After “saving” her from the pillows, she pretended to not be able to breathe. I performed mouth-to- mouth on her, but, it wasn’t enough stimulation, so she pointed to her pussy. I started making out with her clitoris. That woke her up, and, to thank her rescuer, she offered to give me a no-hands blowjob.

After doing that for five minutes and not cumming, she said that I must need a “bigger reward for my bravery”. So, she let me fuck her doggy style and begged me to fill her up because it was the “only way to put out the fire”. After not having masturbated for days, I shot copious volumes of semen deep into her body, which leaked like a rush of warm gravy down the inside of her thighs. Jenny moaned in relief, like I had released some tension in her.

On the sixth session, she told me to tie her hands up with silk scarves to the bars on the side of the bed, lying on her back. Her slender body and perky tits posed artfully on the bed like a Renaissance painting. She asked me if there was anything that I have ever wanted to do to her. I responded that we had pretty much done it all. She replied, “Wrong answer, try again”. I then said that I had never fucked her while she was blindfolded. She smiled from ear to ear and nodded enthusiastically.

I covered her eyes with another silk scarf and kissed her tenderly on the lips. I found a mini fridge/freezer nearby and quietly removed some ice cubes. I pressed the tip of one against one of her nipples. She inhaled sharply. With one ice cube in each hand, I started icing both her nipples simultaneously. She cooed softly like a dove. I began alternating between icing her nipple and kissing it with my lips and tongue. She started moaning and she tried curling up closer to me, but her hands were tied up.

I dropped the ice cubes, removed all of my clothes, climbed on the bed, and straddled her. Bending forward, I continued kissing and sucking one of her tits with my tongue, moving in a circular motion. “Ah, that feels so good when the rough part of your tongue rubs against my nipple,” she said, “then the smooth side, then the rough side again.”

I didn’t stop, but instead I gently pressed my cock against her groin, but did not slide in. She wrapped her legs around me and started humping me slowly. “Oh! Oh…goood!” she moaned.

We continued for a few minutes until she whispered, “Do whatever you want to me. I want you to fucking ravish me like I’m a whore you paid for!”

“Like, $800 per session?” I couldn’t help but say. Jenny burst into laughter and I laughed, too. I slid my cock deep inside her wet pussy and she immediately stopped laughing and gasped. I felt her pussy stretch slightly (she was always a little tighter than Cammie or Anna), but she was dripping with smooth vaginal fluid.

“Oh, God, that’s fucking amazing,” said Jenny. I grinded her slowly in circles. She pulled her arms tightly against her restraints, which flexed her muscles and showcased her toned body and her perfect breasts. She wrapped her legs around my body, pulling me in tighter.

I started thrusting her deeply and slowly, making sure to slap my body against her crotch every time. “That feels good,” she said. “Harder!” I started pounding her more. She curled her torso a bit, loosened her leg wrap around me, then starting shaking and moaning when the orgasm came. “Oh…My…Tyler!”

I stopped thrusting when her orgasm ended, then kissed her passionately on the lips for a minute. Then, I went down on her, making out with her shaved pussy.

“Fuck! I want you so bad!” said Jenny. She shook her restraints wildly while I ate her up. After a minute, one of the silk scarves loosened and she used her free hand to untie the other scarf. Then, she held my head with both hands and pressed my face harder into her vulva, squeezing my head between her thighs. I continued sucking and licking her clit until she burst into another euphoric moan–a full-body orgasm that made her legs tremble.

“FUCK ME!” Jenny yelled. She pushed me off the bed, then climbed on top of me in a reverse cowgirl position. I grabbed her round ass and helped her rise up and down like a boat on the water. Her pussy was wide open and dripping wet, like her body was begging me to go deeper inside of her. I could see the sides of her perky round breasts bouncing with the rhymth. My cock was as hard as a tree and, in this position, it bent forward just enough to make it feel omptimally stretched and stimulated.

She started twerking rapidly. My cock felt so warm and swollen. “Ah, Cammie!” I said (pretending she was my wife) as I blasted streams of cum deep inside her from my throbbing dick. She leaned back a little, which drove my cock deeper inside of her. I could feel every pulse of my cock press against the walls of her pussy, and it was suddenly very wet inside of her.

When my climax was over, she turned over to face me and we made out like teenagers. Her cunt dripped sticky cum all over my stomach, but we didn’t care. This continued for five minutes or so, then she slipped my cock back inside of her pussy.

“Think you can cum again?” she asked.

I started thrusting her again and my cock got rock hard instantly. It was so much wetter and sloppier than before. Her sweaty, perky tits rubbed up and down my chest with every stroke. She started humping me back and squeezing her kegels. In minutes, my cock erupted with even more cum.

“Good boy,” she whispered to me.

For our seventh session, she taught me how to gently spank her with a leather strap while I fucked her doggy style. Then, she showed me how to put nipple clamps on her with just enough tension not to hurt. With me in a squatting position, she squatted on top of me and grinded my cock around her pussy like a slow kitchen mixer kneading bread dough. While we fucked, I squeezed her breasts, which enhanced the pinching feeling of the nipple clamps. Right when she was climaxing, I unclasped the clamps and started sucking and foddling her nipples. She screamed in pleasure louder than I had ever seen a woman during sex.

During our the eighth session, it was raining outside a bit. She brought me to her second-story, outdoor balcony and we fucked totally naked on the wooden boards. She said that no one could see us because of the low patio wall. Each of us was totally drenched in cool rain water, which we licked off of each other’s bodies while we held each other close to stay warm. We fucked in a tight ball until Jenny suggested that we climb into her warm Jacuzzi. In the steaming water with the rain pouring around us even harder than before, we French kissed and gave each other hand jobs until we both came.

For the ninth session, Jenny wore a furry head band with cat ears. She had make up on her face like a cat’s nose and whiskers. She wore a furry collar and a furry cat tail than held on to her ass with a butt plug. Other than that, she was completely naked. She asked me to tie her long leash to the bed, then told me she was “in heat” and needed “a tom cat to make kittens with her”. We fucked with the passion of primal animals, first in the doggy position then missionary style. Her cat tail felt good against my balls while I rammed my cock inside of her. I came deep in her without hesitation.

For the tenth session, Jenny asked if we could schedule the appointment earlier in the day. I arrived at 7 a.m. There were no gimmicks this time. Instead, she pounced on me immediately when I entered her house through the office entrance. We embraced and ripped each other’s clothes off. Then, she pushed me on the couch and fucked me on top. After a few minutes, I lifted her in the air. She was small and light enough that I could hold her while I drove my cock back and forth inside her pussy. “Fuck, yeah!” she said in between kisses. I set her down gently and we started fucking so hard under her desk that staplers and papers started falling off. Even after I creampied her, we didn’t stop. It must have lasted an hour.

Finally, I told her I had to go to work. She frowned, but asked if I could come back after work. I said yes, but we only had two more sessions left and that it might be better to space them out. She said that if we did it two times the same day then it only counted as one session. At 5 p.m. I dutifully returned. She greeted me wearing an evening gown and handed me a glass of wine. We made love slowly and passionately in the kitchen, finishing on the dining room table.

For the eleventh session, Jenny suggested that we fuck in a public place like a park or hiking trail early in the morning.

“I don’t think we should do that,” I said.

“Why not?” Jenny asked with a grin. “You know how fun and naughty it would be.”

“Yeah, but maybe someone would see us.”

“Even more fun,” she replied with a wink.

“Yes, but what if it was someone who was a friend of my wife, and then she told my wife that you and me were…” I waved my hand back and forth between Jenny and myself.

“And…Cammie would be upset because…?” Jenny raised her arms and shrugged her shoulders.

“…because…” I began “…she doesn’t know that…you and I are…”

Jenny looked puzzled. “…fucking? That you and I are having sex? Of course she knows that. I explained it to her when she hired…oh, wait.” Jenny put her finger to her lips and looked at the ground.

“I don’t think she knows,” I said. “She keeps asking about ‘what we talk about’ and I should ‘tell the doctor how I feel’.”

“Doctor? I’m not a doctor. I’m a consultant.” Jenny shook her head in bewilderment. Then, a sly smile crept on her face. She looked up at me and covered her mouth with both hands.

“What? I asked. “This is serious.”

She uncovered her mouth and showed a big, mischeveous smile “Oh. My. God. Tyler, you are so fucked!” She started laughing at me.

“What, ME?! You’re guilty of this, too. Why didn’t you do a better job of explaining this to Cammie when she first hired you?”

“She signed the paper, but I don’t think she read it.” She pulled a paper out of a filing cabinet. “It says on page seven that ‘I acknowledge that the services will involve actual sexual acts including, but not limited to, vaginal intercourse, oral sex’ and a whole list of things.”

I grabbed the paper and skimmed through it. It was sixteen pages long and full legal language. Cammie’s signature was on the last page.

“So, wait,” Jenny said. “You knew that your wife was confused about my consultations this whole time, but you still kept coming back here to fuck me?”

I looked at the floor and didn’t say anything.

“Tyler, the last session is supposed to be a group session! I was just about to set up a threesome with her!”

I looked up at her. “Of course we can’t do that,” I said. “I need you to promise to never tell her. My marriage is happier than it’s been in years. If she finds out, it could destroy everything.”

Jenny stared at me, thinking deeply. Finally, she said, “For anyone else, I wouldn’t make that promise, but for you, I’ll do it.”

We stood in silence for a moment. “I think I should leave,” I said.

“Wait,” Jenny ran to me, cradled my head in her hands, and pulled me down to kiss me. At first, I wasn’t in the mood to kiss, but when I smelled her perfume and her lips touched mine, I forgot all about the situation. I hugged her, lifted her up, and kissed her back. We made love in her bedroom under the satin sheets like we were an old, married couple. Then, after we had satisfied our lust for each other, we held each other in our arms, naked under the blankets, for over an hour.

Hugging me, Jenny nestled her head in the crook of my neck and said, “Tyler,…I…” She stopped and paused. “I think that we had better make this your last session. I’ll give you a refund for the twelfth one.”

“No, no. Don’t worry about it,” I said. I climbed out of bed and began dressing myself.

“You can still call me, if you need advice…about…”

“You know that I’m not going to be able to call you,” I said. “It’s too much risk.”

“Right,” Jenny said.

I left without saying goodbye, but then had to stop myself from crying in the car before I drove away. I expected that I would never see Jenny again.

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