My Wife Hired a Sex Therapist, Part 7 (MF, drama, funny)

I got so much support on the previous installmant that I decided to write two more parts to make this an eight-part story. This one is the second to last, I promise. Thanks for the likes and comments.

Tyler had been in a polyamourous relationship with his wife, Cammie, and his sister-in-law, Anna, but the arrangement fell apart when Anna got divorced and married a dreamboat Costa Rican man named Dave. Now, Dave was the one sleeping with both Cammie and Anna. To help Tyler overcome his sexual doldrums, Cammie hired a sex therapist named Jenny Waters, but she apparently didn’t know that Jenny liked to actually fuck her clients. The “lessons” seemed to work and Cammie started noticing an increase in Tyler’s aptitude in bed. However, Tyler and Jenny’s sexcapades became increasingly passionate and Tyler wondered if they were falling in love. After eleven “sessions” with Jenny, Tyler reluctanctly agreed to stop seeing her to avoid hurting Cammie if she found out the truth. Armed with a renewed sense of self-esteem and sexual confidence, he turned his attention to another woman that he thought might finally be within his reach.

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I was heartbroken about Jenny, but what made it even worse was that, because our relationship was a secret, I couldn’t tell anyone how I felt. To compensate for my heartache, I made sure to seduce Cammie every chance I had for the next three days. We made love passionately each time: once after a date to a nice restaurant, once after I gave her a full body massage with oil and scented candles, and once at 5 a.m. surrounded by nature on a hiking trail near our home.

I built up the courage to ask Cammie something I had been afraid to ask, “Baby, is having sex with me as good as sex with Dave? I mean, he’s got those big muscles and the foreign accent…”

Cammie interrupted me with a loud laugh and said “No, no, no. It’s different with him. Sure, it’s nice with Dave. But when I make love to you, it’s like you turn on the electricity inside of me.”

I smiled. Maybe I did have something that Dave didn’t have?

“I have another question. All of these years that we’ve had this three-way relationship with you, me, and Anna, were you ever jealous of Anna?”

Cammie took a deep breath, the sighed. “Honestly, yeah, there have been times when I was jealous. She’s like a supermodel. I feel kinda plain next to her.”

“You? That’s not true,” I said. “You’re so hot!”

Cammie blushed a bit and grinned. “I love Anna a lot. She’s my best friend. When she had her awful marriage with your brother, Tim, I knew that she would be happier if she could only be with a good man like you. So, it just felt right to share you with her. And I loved the feeling of knowing that I had a ‘hot husband’ that other women desired.”

I almost wanted to cry. Cammie hadn’t told me these things in a long time. I almost didn’t think she still believed it. “But, maybe I haven’t been such a ‘hot husband’ for the past six months. Is that why you hired the…um…therapist?”

“Yeah,” Cammie nodded. “I think everyone needs therapy sometimes in their life. Thank God for Dr. Waters!”

I sat uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.

Cammie continued. “You know, I’m so proud of you. Not every man would be brave enough to do therapy. You had to expose yourself to the doctor! It probably made you feel vulnerable exploring all of those hidden parts of your sexuality, but you stuck it out till the end.”

I looked at the floor awkwardly.

“I think that we should thank Dr. Waters somehow. Maybe we could give her a gift basket, or maybe we could go in for a group session…”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “She’s really busy and it’s really expensive and…I don’t think you would like it.”

Cammie stared and me for a few seconds, then changed the subject. “Anna needs you, Tyler. You should try to get back together with her.”

“Yeah, I should. It would be nice to have a fling again like old times.”

Cammie shook her head. “No, it’s more than that. Dave told me that they’ve been trying to have a baby since they got married, but it hasn’t happened. Dave found out from the doctor that he’s sterile.”

I was a little surprised to hear the news, but I had suspected that something was up.

Cammie continued. “Dave and Anna want to raise a child together, and they want you to be the father.”

I turned to face Cammie. She was grinning. I couldn’t help but grin a little, too. “But Anna and I haven’t even spoken since after they came back from their honeymoon,” I said. “It would be awkward if I just started trying to ‘knock her up’, like I was a machine or an animal.”

Cammie shook her head. “She doesn’t want you to just ‘knock her up’. She wants to make love with you! She wants you to sweep her off her feet. And she wants you to keep loving her, forever. And I want you to love her, too.” Cammie smiled brightly.

Cammie clasped her two hands tenderly around my hands. We paused for a moment, then I broke the silence. “But, how can I do it? I don’t even know how to get things started again.”

“Ask her out,” said Cammie. “I’ll watch the kids.”

I pondered about Cammie’s suggestions for the rest of the day. Eventually, I built up the courage to try something.

In the afternoon, I sent Anna a text message that said:

–Hey Anna! It’s Tyler. We’re getting closer to Thanksgiving. That a special time of year for us. Maybe you and I could do something together, just the two of us, to catch up. Something simple, like a drive around town?

Less than five minutes later, Anna replied:

–I can’t wait until Thanksgiving. Can we do it tonight?

We decided that I should pick her up at her house after the kids went to bed. Dave answered the door when I knocked. He was surprisingly friendly and supportive of my date with Anna. I don’t know why I was so intimidated by him.

Anna came to the door wearing a dark green, spaghetti-strapped minidress. Her large breasts protruded prominently from the tight, stretchy fabric, showing off beautiful mounds of cleavage. Her long blonde hair was beautifully done up in large, bouncy curls.

“Wow! Anna, you’re marvelous!” I said. Anna blushed and thanked me. Dave blushed a bit, too, and agreed with me.

I escorted Anna to my car and we started to talk.

“So,” I said. “How have things been since the wedding? You settling in?”

“Tyler, I think we should get to the point,” said Anna. “This isn’t exactly our first date.”

I stiffened a little. What was I supposed to do? Then I remembered the lessons that Jenny taught me.

“Anna, the truth is that I’ve missed you so much. Ever since you married Dave I haven’t stopped thinking about how much I want to make love to you.”

“But why haven’t you even tried to talk to me?” Anna asked sincerely.

“Because…I was scared…and intimidated…and I didn’t think you would want me anymore.”

Anna sounded surprised. “Me? Not want you? That’s crazy. I think you’re so attractive.”

“Really?” I said. “Like, as attractive as Dave?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re just as hot as Dave.”

“But, Anna, you’re probably the most attractive woman I’ve ever met. Sometimes I wonder why a girl like you ever would want someone like me.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you! Did you know that, for all of my life, very few people have ever told me that I’m beautiful? No one in the orphanage in Latvia ever did.”

I stopped at a red light and shook my head in disbelief. “Anna, how can that be? You’re amazing!”

“Tim didn’t think I was amazing. He made me feel worthless. You and Dave are the only men that I have ever trusted.”

The light turned green and we continued talking. “So, what do you want to do tonight?” Anna asked.

“I think I want to find somewhere to park, then I want to hug and kiss you in the back seat like I was trying to make up for all the time we’ve been apart.”

Anna sounded excited. “Just kiss?” She asked seductively.

“Kiss your lips first, then your neck, then your collar bone, then the soft skin of your breasts…then, I’ll kiss your nipples.”

Anna was getting aroused. “…go on…,” she said.

“Then, I would take off all your clothes. I would try to kiss every inch of your body.”

“Yes…, I would like that. And then?”

“I would lick your pussy like it was a lollipop at the state fair, licking the hard sugar for hours until I licked a hole through it.”

“Oh, God, that sounds amazing!” My cock was bulging in my pants. Anna reached forward and started rubbing the bulge with one hand. I glanced to the side and saw her full rack of cleavage almost popping out from her dress. I reached up and pressed one of her tits. It was soft yet firm. The fabric in the dress was so thin, I could feel her nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Stop the car,” said Anna. “I want to drive.”

I obeyed her, eagerly. Now she was in the driver seat while I fondled her breasts. She asked me to unzip my pants and pull them down. While driving, she started jacking off my cock.

After a few minutes, she stopped. “We’re here. Pull up your pants and follow me.”

I got out of the car. We were on the same street as my brother Tim’s house, but we parked one house away. “What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered to Anna.

“It’s okay, they’re on vacation. The house is empty.”

Anna started walking casually toward the house and I followed. Instead of going through the front entrance, Anna went through the side gate. “There aren’t any cameras here,” she said. There was a large patio with a pool in the backyard.

Knowing that the door was locked, Anna didn’t even try to turn the door handle. Instead, she wiggled a glass panel that was part of the door frame. It loosened and Anna pulled it free, setting it on the ground. “Tim always used to lock himself out, so he set this up as an easy way to break into our own house if we needed it,” said Anna.

She reached through the hole and unlocked the door from the inside. After we entered, she typed the passcode into the alarm system. “Tyler never changed the passcode after the divorce. I come here all the time to pick up our son, Mikey. Can you believe Tim just leaves him watching TV by himself?” She put the glass panel back.

I felt nervous about entering my brother’s house, but it did feel kind of exciting. Anna started turning on some lights.

I approached Anna from behind to caress her shoulders and kiss her neck. She turned to face me and we started kissing. I grabbed her waist and she put her hands behind my head. She was so tall–only three inches shorter than me, which made it easy to make out with her standing up.

I motioned for her to sit with me on the couch but she said no. Instead, she guided me upstairs. The two of us groped and kissed each other the whole way. I thought she was taking me into the master bedroom suite, but she opened the door right next to it.

Of course! This was Tim’s vanity closet. It was supposed to be a home office, but Tim had converted it into a room to store his enormous collection of clothes. Tim never allowed anyone in here, including Anna when they were married.

Anna turned the light on as we entered. There were rows of shelves and hangers with hundreds of shirts sweaters, pants, and even dozens of fancy business suits and tuxedos. Anna took off one of the tuxedo coats and tried it on. She asked, “Do you remember…?”

“…when we fucked in here on Thanksgiving?” I finished her sentence. “Oh, yeah! That was magical!”

She ran toward me and jumped. I embraced her in mid-air with her legs wrapped around my body. I held her up and we hugged each other tightly. Her breasts had popped out of her tight dress and were pressed against my face, but her arms were covered by the suit jacket. The bottom of her minidress slid up and, because she wasn’t wearing panties, her naked pussy was pressing against my abdomen.

I didn’t wait for Anna to tell me what to do. I laid her gingerly on the ground while we continued to kiss. She unbuttoned my shirt while I pulled down my pants. Within seconds, my bare chest was pressed against her bare breasts and my hard cock was inside of her warm pussy. “Oh, God, I missed you, Anna!”

“I missed you, too,” she said as I pounded her cunt. I wasn’t holding anything back. Anna was moaning involuntarily with the rhythm of my thrusts.

Anna pushed on my chest forcibly. She was a strong woman and, apparently, was determined to take over. I rolled off of her. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and pulled my pants off my ankles. God! Her breasts were so beautiful! They drooped like teardrops, but bounced like they were rubber balls in slow motion. Her nipples were large, puffy, and pink (almost the color of her skin).

She rode my cock, sliding it into her wet pussy as smooth as hot candle wax. She twerked my cock like an animal. There was no use trying to stop her or slow her down. Her double D breasts bounced and shook like ocean waves in a storm. My cock felt the epitome of pleasure with every downward stroke.

“I’m not on birth control,” said Anna between breaths. “And I’m ovulating.”

“Fuck! I want you so bad! I can’t stop!” I shouted.

“Oh, Tyler!” She melted onto my chest, her soft breasts pressing and rubbing against me while I kept thrusting her harder.

I rolled her on to her back and climbed on her. Our bodies pressed closely together. Anna’s legs wrapped around me and pulled me in tight with every beat. I wrapped my arms around her chest and cradled her head with one hand. Our lips we locked in a passionate kiss. Even our breaths were synchronized–I inhaled when she exhaled. The scent of her breath was like a pheromone that increased my lust for her.

It felt like both of us understood that this was the true purpose of sex. All other sex in our lives was just practice for moments like this. Once I ejaculated in her, a new life would begin. It was like a chapter in an imaginary book of the Earth, which every organism was part of and which went back in time hundreds of millions of years. It wasn’t just sex anymore. It was destiny.

Anna started rubbing my nipples. She was screaming something, but I felt like I had lost the ability to understand. We were animals now.

“Blow your load inside of me!” she screamed. “Fill me up! I want your cum!”

I wanted it to last longer, but I couldn’t bear to slow down. I increased the rhythm an flexed all the muscles in my legs and abs. Her fingers rubbing circles around my nipples put me over the edge. My cock erupted with tsunamis of sperm, flooding her pussy with each wave. We both moaned in ecstasy. It almost felt like her cunt was squeezing me to a rhythm, but it was actually my cock pulsing and ejaculating inside of her.

When the orgasm was over, I became more aware of my surroundings. Anna and I had slid under the bottom of one of the shelves. Our bodies were making as much skin contact as a man and woman could possible experience. We were still making out. God! Her lips felt so good.

After a minute, I felt my cock become limp inside her pussy. I pulled out, but very little cum spilled out. I thought that was odd because I know I squirted volumes of fluid into her. I thought that maybe her body must be absorbing it.

I rolled over onto my back. Anna sat up and leaned against my chest, laying her breasts and forearms on top of me.

“Oh my God, Tyler!” she said. “I wish I could fuck you like that everyday.”

There was a loud knock at the door. Anna and I both froze. What should we do? Anna handed me a bathrobe and motioned me to go downstairs to investigate.

I could see from the glass window that it was a police officer. Should I open the door? The officer was pounding the door so hard I thought it would fall off the hinges.

I opened the door. The officer shined a flashlight in my face and said, “We got a call from one of the neighbors that your lights were on when you were supposed to be on vacation. They thought there was a burglary.”

I tried to stay calm. “Well, no burglaries are going on here. I live here.” I pointed to a picture of Tim on the wall. Because we are identical twins, the picture looked just like me.”

That seemed to lower the officer’s suspicion, but he still looked annoyed. “I’ve been knocking your door for five minutes. How come you didn’t answer the door?”

Anna stepped out into the room a few steps behind me. She was wearing only a towel, which only barely covered her body between her nipples and her pussy. It looked like it might fall off. “I’m sorry officer. We were distracted.”

“Jesus!” he said. “I’m sorry to bother you folks.” He walked back to his police car, muttering something about rich people and not being paid enough.

I closed the door and turned to Anna. We put everything in the house back where it had been, then left. On the drive home, we agreed to make sure to try every two days to get her pregnant. Then, after she conceived, we would have “celebratory sex” for the whole nine months. “And plenty more after the baby is born,” said Anna.

Making things right with Anna made me entirely forget about Jenny. It had been so good to have sex with Jenny, but if it wasn’t meant to be then there was nothing I could do to about it.

Cammie, Anna, and I continued to have amazing sex over the next week. We celebrated Thanksgiving at Anna’s house this year. I made sure to fuck Anna really good while the pies were in the oven. I’m pretty sure Cammie and Dave disappeared together while I was watching the bread rolls.

The next morning, Cammie and Anna wanted to go shopping. Dave agreed to watch the children and I stayed home to start work on remodeling one of our bathrooms.

As I was putting tape on the ceiling to get it ready for paint, there was a knock on the door. It was Jenny.

“We need to talk,” she said.

To be continued in an exciting conclusion in Part 8…

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