This is a continuation the My Latvian Sister-in-Law series, but with the focus on my trysts with the sex therapist. Previously, my wife, Cammie, allowed me to have an affair with her best friend, Anna, my twin brother’s wife from Latvia. I got both of them pregnant and even made love to Anna on Thanksgiving at my brother’s house while my wife made small talk with him in the kitchen. My twin brother is a jerk and didn’t treat Anna well during the marriage.
Eventually, they were divorced and Anna came to live in the house next door to ours. On most days, I would go to Anna’s house during my lunch break to have sex with her. Anna was (and still is) a busty, tall, petite, drop-dead-gorgeous European woman. It felt so good when she would ride on top of me, her naked breasts bouncing as she thrusted my hard cock deep inside of her. Then, in the evenings, it was Cammie’s turn. Not wanting to be outdone by Anna, she would dress in new lingerie and wear perfume to seduce me. She loved pulling off my pants and sucking my cock. Then she would let me fuck her hard in lots of different poses.
A couple years went by if this and it started to become a routine. We all liked it, but heaven can become boring if you live it every day.
Anna got a job in a legal office and had a crush on a young lawyer there named Dave. He was half Costa Rican Latino and half caucassian. In college, he competed in body building competitions, but now he just tried to be generally a healthy and fit person. Anna loved it when he flirted with him. Because she was at the office during the day, I wasn’t able to fool around with her like I had been. We still found moments to become intimate on night and weekends, but she wasn’t as interested in me anymore after spending so much time with Dave.
Anna started spending some nights with Dave and would tell Cammie and me all about the wild sex that she had with him. Cammie would get turned on by these stories, then, when Anna left we would put our kid to bed and Cammie would pounce on me, trying to reenact everything that Anna said they did.
Anna confided in Dave that she had a sexual relationship with me, her brother-in-law, and that she intended to continue that. Dave was very understanding and supportive.
After a few months of this, Dave moved in to Anna’s house permanently. Cammie dutifully made love to me more often to compensate for Anna’s divided attention, but it still wasn’t the same. I felt like I wasn’t as wanted or needed as much anymore.
Dave and Anna were married a year later. Anna was so beautiful in a sexy white gown that accentuated her large breasts and her thin waist. She went with Dave to Costa Rica for two weeks for her honeymoon while we cared for her child (well, our child, actually). When she returned, she was glowing with happiness. I had never seen her this way when she was married to my brother.
The day after she came home from the honeymoon, she asked if she could talk to me at my house for a bit. Cammie found an excuse to take the kids on an “errand”. Anna came to the door wearing a beautiful Costa Rican dress with hand embroidered flowers all over it.
I kissed Anna passionately for a minute and she eagerly kissed me back. I tried taking her dress off her shoulders, but she stopped me. “I need to talk to you, Tyler,” she said.
“Okay, what about?”
She sighed, “First, I want you to know that I love you. But, I think that we should stop making love so often.”
I was heart broken. “Okay,” I said with a sigh. “Is it because Dave wants you to stop?”
“No, Dave is okay with it, but it’s actually my decision. I really want to focus on my marriage with him. You and I can still have sex sometimes, but maybe just every now and then. Like, maybe just one or two times a year.”
I paused for a moment. I was disappointed, but I understood why she was telling me this. “Okay, you’re right. Maybe on Thankgiving?”
Anna laughed, “Yes, definitely on Thanksgiving!”
She kissed me again, then tenderly took off my clothes first, then her dress. We made love softly and sweetly, hugging each other and rubbing each other’s backs while she sat in my lap and grinded on my cock. When she whispered that she wanted my cum in her pussy, I blew it.
Cammie and I started having some great sex for a few weeks after that because we were so focused on each other rather than Anna. She really was an amazing wife with a sexy, athletic body. She was such a generous lover. I realized I didn’t need Anna because Cammie was enough to satisfy me.
Cammie and Anna started their lunch dates again while the kids were in day care. I realized after a few weeks that they spent most of the time talking about how good Dave was in bed. They would giggle like school girls when they talked on the phone about how romantic and attractive he was.
It became clear to me that Cammie wanted to have sex with Dave. I thought about how hippocritical I would be if I didn’t let her do it, seeing how I had been sleeping with Anna for years at this point. I told Anna about it and she enthusiastically agreed that we should set up Cammie with Dave. A few days later, Cammie spent the night at their house. I stayed home and watched TV by myself.
The next morning, Cammie came home and was ecstatic. I could tell she wanted to talk about it, but she was nervous how I would react. I broke the tension by saying asking her to tell me the whole story with all the details.
She them proceeded to tell me how he ravished her and how she loved it. “He was so firm, yet somehow gentle. The way he thrusted me with a steady rhythm…I came five times.”
“Five times?!?!”
“Maybe it was only four. The last one was hard to tell because that was when he creampie me.”
I reflexively gagged but Cammie didn’t notice.
Cammie continued to visit Dave to have sex with him. Anna and Cammie started playing the same games with him that they used to play with me, like trying to see how fast he could creampie them after first insertion or who could perform the strangest sexual position with him. Unfortunately, I was having sex with the girls less than I ever had.
I felt like I was floundering. Was I not sexually wanted anymore? How could I compete with this Latin lover?
Cammie must have noticed how I was getting discouraged. After a few weeks, she told me that she had done some research and had found me a sex therapist named Dr. Jenny Waters. “Her therapy is supposed to focus on helping men build sexual confidence and improve their sexual prowess,” she said. “I talked to some women whose husbands did it and it really helped.”
I was skeptical because, like most men, I didn’t like the idea of talking to a stranger about my feelings. Cammie assured me that it would be an enjoyable experience.
Before the first appointment, I had to have a physical with a medical doctor. He took some blood samples and did an exam of my penis including a swab test. I thought it must be to test for erectile dysfunction.
I was surprised when I arrived at the therapist’s office for my first appointment. It was actually at her home, but the office was one of the rooms with its own entrance on the side. Jenny was very attractive. She was much shorter than Cammie and Anna and she was very petite. She wore a white blouse, a gray pencil skirt, and she tied her black hair in a bun. Her face was young and pretty like a magazine model.
“Hi, Dr. Waters, I’m Tyler.” We shook hands. He hand was small, but she had a firm grip.
“Hi Tyler. So, first if all, let’s be clear that I’m not a doctor. I’m not a real therapist that treats mental health conditions. I’m a sex consultant that focuses on training men to improve their sex lives.”
“Oh, that’s interesting. My wife Cammie used the word ‘therapist’. She must have misunderstood.”
“Yeah, I explained it and she got the general idea, but not the details. It’s great that your wife is so supportive.”
“Yes, she’s the best. I love her so much,” I said. Jenny smiled.
“Okay, so I’ve been doing this a few years and, over time, I’ve learned the best methods. First of all, I’ve never met a man who has ever opened up about the truth of his sex life without getting right to the bottom of it. So, that’s why I always say that, on the first appointment, we should just do it.”
I cocked my head a little in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, let’s just…break the ice.” She motioned her hand like a karate chop.
I paused for other moment, then shrugged.
She sighed. “Honestly, I still get nervous about it, too.”
I shook my head. “You’re going to have to explain it, because I’m really slow.”
Jenny stood up from her office chair, the sat on the couch next to me. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders, placed her hand on the inside of my thigh, and slowly whispered in my ear, “I want you…to let me…fuck you.”
I felt my blood pressure rise. This was the first time in over 10 years that any woman besides Cammie or Anna had flirted with me like this.
I whispered back, “Are you sure my wife is okay with this?”
“Yes, she is. She already prepaid for twelve sessions.” Our eyes locked. She winked at me.
I paused to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe how this was happening. She was a few years younger than me and looked like the kind of girl that all the college boys wanted to date but couldn’t get the courage to ask out. I felt like butterflies were flapping their wings all over my skin.
She kissed me briefly and pulled away. I kissed her back. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand toward her breasts. Even through the blouse I could feel that they we firm and perky. She unbuttoned the top three buttons and I slid my hand under the fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She moaned a bit when my hand cupped her bare breast.
We turned to face each other and started making out. She pulled my shirt to untuck it from my pants. I undid the last of her buttons, then softly rubbed her breasts with both hands. She took off my shirt and rubbed my chest muscles.
“Nice pecks! I can’t work with that,” she said.
I started to try to tell her that her tits were nice, too, but she stopped me. “No! Don’t talk. On this first session I’m just going to show you what I can do. You can do the work on the other appointments.”
She stood up and took off skirt–no panties underneath. She took off my shoes, unbuttoned my pants, and stripped me down in a matter of seconds. Then she knelt down and had a close up examination of my cock.
“Wow! You’re cock is beautiful! It’s a little girthier than average, but normal length. You’re also rock hard. Sometimes I help men with erectile dysfunction, but not you!”
I tried to say something, but before I could she spat on my cock and started stroking it with her slender but firm hands. Cammie and Anna would sometimes pinch it a little by stroking it too far, but Jenny made it feel perfect.
She put it into her mouth and sucked on it like a sloppy popsicle. Her tongue and the inside of her cheeks pressed against it like it was a tight, wet pussy. It felt amazing! She repeated that slowly, going deeper until my cock was all the way in the back of her throat. Her eyes were looking up at me the whole time. I thought I was going to burst.
She pulled out and said, “Blow jobs are nice, but there’s nothing like a good fuck in a warm pussy.”
“Wait,” I said. “We’re just going to do it? Shouldn’t we be…responsible.”
“You mean use a condom? Ugh, I hate those things. I’m on the pill and I always have my clients tested for STDs before I accept them. Do you remember the long physical you had last week? Your wife gave me the medical record. You’re clean.”
I laughed. “So that’s what that was about.”
She stood up and helped me lay back on the couch. “Come here. Let me take care of you.”
I took a good look at her naked body. She was probably half my size but was lean and strong. All of the haur was shaved on her whole body. She climbed on top of me with her knees straddling my abdomen. She guided my cock into her pussy.
“Oh, God that feels good!” She started grinding against me slowly. My cock was all the way in and it was so warm and smooth. “Don’t feel like you have to impress me by trying to last a long time. If you want to cum, just cum.”
She glided back and forth against me like a porn star for several minutes. I ran my hands up and down her small waist. I massaged her slightly boney ribcage and I fondled her bouncy, c-cup tits. I felt all my willpower leave my body and I ejaculated all my sperm deep in her vagina, right against her cervix.
“Oh god, I love the feeling of a throbbing cock and warm cum!” she said.
I laid on the couch in bewilderment at what I had just done. Forty minutes ago, we were introducing ourselves, and now I was sharing my reproductive fluids.
She didn’t pull me out of her for a couple minutes, but, instead, she laid on top of me and pressed her soft breasts against my ribs, using my chest as a pillow. Eventually she climbed off.
“That was actually pretty good. There’s room for improvement, but I think were going to enjoy the practice.” She grinned playfully.
We got our clothes back on and she shook my hand on the way out the door.
“So, just a few rules,” she said. “This is a professional relationship, not a romance. We get twelve sessions and then we stop. We’re never going to have sex outside of therapy. I don’t give ‘freebies’. This session was just an ice breaker. On the other ones, you’ll have specific skills to learn. I will assign homework. If you don’t do the homework, then you don’t get to orgasm at the next session.”
I nodded, still not knowing what to say.
“Thanks for letting me be your sex coach, but I need to get ready for another client, so I’ll need you to leave. I’ll see you in three days.”
I got into my car and drove home. I must have still been in a state of disbelief when I walked through the door because Cammie asked me what was wrong.
“I don’t know, it’s just that it was…surprising.”
“It is surprising what therapy can do for a person,” she said. “It’s going to be good for you.”
I relaxed a bit. “I can’t believe you set this up for me. I love you so much!”
“I love you, too, honey. I’m just glad that you’re finally opening up about your feelings.”
“My…feelings?”
“Yeah, you know, it’s called ‘talk therapy’. What did you talk to Dr. Waters about?”
That was the moment I realized that there was probably a deep misunderstanding of what Cammie thought had just happened, and I didn’t know what to tell her. After an awkward pause, I decided not to say that I had we had sex. I wanted to fuck Jenny again so bad and I didn’t want Cammie to put an end to it.
I never thought I would be this eager to go to therapy. It was all I could think about. I felt guilty that I was being deceptive, but it was just too perfect to pass up.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xmw876/my_wife_hired_an_interactive_sex_coach_for_me