My Wife Hired a Sex Therapist, Part 4 (MF, genuine sex advice, drama, affair)

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Tyler’s wife, Cammie, had hired a sex therapist to help him recover his sexual prowess. Years ago, Tyler, Cammie, and Tyler’s sister-in-law, Anna, had been in a happy polyamorous relationship. However, Anna married a charming Hispanic man named Dave, which pulled her attention away from Tyler. Even Cammie started having regular sex with Dave. The therapist, Jenny Waters, had some unusual methods to say the least. During their first three sessions, Jenny had fucked Tyler better than he had been fucked in years. Tyler wondered if he was falling for Jenny, but, regardless of any romantic feelings he had for her, his sex life with Cammie was dramatically improving.

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I woke up early to pull the clothes out of the dryer and fold them. The sun had not yet come out and Cammie was still asleep in bed when I left the bedroom. After an hour of folding and ironing, I carried the laundry basket back to the bedroom to put the clothes away.

Cammie was in the bathroom. “Good morning, Tyler!” she said warmly. She walked back into the room wearing the thin, spagetti-strapped night baby doll nightgown that she had slept in. The shape of her breasts and her thin waist was neatly outlined in the fitted outfit. Her nipples were clearly visible through the shear fabric.

I grinned at her. “I asked a friend to take Jack to daycare,” I said. “I thought that maybe you and I could go out to breakfast?”

She smiled. “I don’t have any meetings this morning.”

Cammie approached me for a hug. Since she was so tall, she nested her head in the crook of my neck while she embraced me around the chest. She had a pleasant flowery smell, but I couldn’t tell if it was a new shampoo, lotion, perfume, or something else.

I squeezed her body so that her soft breasts pressed tightly against my chest. My hands felt the soft skin of her upper back underneath her spaghetti straps. She started kissing my neck. I ran my fingers through her hair. She wrapped one leg around my body so that her crotch pressed against my cock.

I slipped off my athletic shorts and my boxers and she embraced me again with the one-legged hug. She lifted up her nightgown so that my cock rubbed up against the bare skin of her crotch. I could feel her vaginal fluid dripping and spreading against our skin as I grinded my cock against the her vulva.

“Oh my God, I want you so bad,” I said.

“I want to fuck you so bad, too,” said Cammie. She pulled at the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Then, she did something she hadn’t done since our twenties. She wrapped both arms around my neck, jumped up, and wrapped both legs around my hips, hanging on me in mid-air. I held her tightly with both hands interlocked around her ass. She was surprisingly light and agile. Her breasts were bouncing right in my face.

She started rubbing her crotch against my lower abdomen, up and down, so that her pussy tapped my cock every time she went down. She let her nightgown fall off her shoulders and gather around her waist. I softly sucked on one of her nipples and she continued her rhythm.

“Oh fuck!” said Cammie. “God that feels good on my clit.” My abdomen was getting smooth and lubricated from her vaginal fluid.

I helped her keep the rhythm for more than five minutes. I was getting so turned on. It felt like such a tease when her body touched my dick on every beat but didn’t put any pressure on it.

She started moaning louder and louder. I knew she was close to climaxing. She leaned into me and I buried my face between her breasts. “Oh…ooooooh!” she squealed in an adorable way and went limp. I hugged her tightly and her legs touched the floor again.

I held her for a few seconds, then laid her on the bed on her back. The wall behind us was close enough for her to rest her feet on. While my feet were still planted on the floor, I inserted my cock deep in her wet pussy.

“Oh, fucking yes, Tyler. Give me that fat cock.”

I didn’t hesitate to start pounding her hard. Her tits bounced back and forth with every beat.

I fucked her rough for a few minutes and, from the sounds she was making, she obviously enjoyed it. She surprised me when she pushed me off, stood up, and lowered me down to the floor. I sat on the carpet and leaned against the wall with my legs extended under the bed. She squatted on top of me and slid my cock back into her pussy. I loved seeing the shape of her torso and her teardrop breasts in front of my face when her arms extended over my shoulders, leaning onto the wall.

She fucked me so hard, twerking faster than I ever thought she could. I lost all control of my body and I started cumming deep inside of her. When she felt my pulsing cock and the hot cum, she sat down all the way and squeezed her kegel muscles as if to hold in the cum tighter. We both moaned loudly, knowing that we were alone in the house and no one could hear us.

We held still for a moment, then she raised her body just enough for my cock to slide out. A gush of white cum spilled out of her pussy.

She helped me up and we both laid on the bed to rest. She curled up next to me and said, “That was fucking amazing, Tyler. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Cammie. I didn’t really want to go out to breakfast, you know,” I said. “I just wanted to fuck you.”

“I know,” Cammie said. “I’m doing intermittent fasting, anyways.” She kissed me.

As we started getting dressed, Cammie told me that she was so happy that our sex lives had been improving since I had been going to counseling. “Maybe Dave should start going, too?”

I was puzzled, “Dave? I don’t think he needs sex therapy.”

“It wouldn’t hurt,” said Cammie.

I started to tense up. What if Dave found out my secret that I had been fucking the therapist. Or, even worse, what if Dave started fucking her, too. “Dave can’t do therapy,” I said. “This is MY thing.”

Cammie chuckled. “Oh, you’re probably right. He probably wouldn’t even do it. He’s very macho and tough.”

I tried not to think about what she had said about Dave and I changed the subject. “Cammie, do you think I still need to go to therapy? Our sex life is much better than it has been. Don’t you think I’m ‘cured’?”

“Oh, no, you need to keep going. Maybe this is just a temporary fix. If you stop telling that doctor how you feel every week then you might revert back to your old state. Besides, I already paid a lot for those sessions.”

“How much did you pay for this, anyway?”

Cammie took a deep breath. “Well, it was actually eight hundred dollars per session.”

“Eight hundred dollars!” I said. “And there are twelve of them!”

“Yes, but I got a discount when I prepaid for all twelve.” She walked closer to me and kissed me tenderly. “I paid for it with my own money because I love you.”

A flood of emotions came over me. I could see that Cammie loved me more than I understood. She had been so generous with me over those years when she shared me with Anna. Now, she was continuing her generosity by sending me to these “consultations”. I felt so guilty for hiding from her what was really happening at these sessions. She was a generous spouse, but how would she feel if she knew the truth? She might not forgive me.

We kissed again and I headed off to work. My fourth session with Jenny was scheduled for today during my lunch break. I decided to try to ask her for a refund and put an end to the sessions. My wife was more important to me than this bizarre affair with Jenny.

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