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Authors Note: This story could be true or it could be fiction, if you are not old enough to recognize the difference then you are not old enough to be reading this in the first place. DO NOT send me feedback expressing your distaste to the content of this story. This is written for open minded, mature adults, who are interested in erotic stories, NOT for people who are OFFENDED by open minded, mature adults interested in erotic stories. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED...
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Her breasts were small and firm, a little too firm maybe, topped by beautiful small pink nipples. They were cold to the touch and even colder on my tongue, as I slowly licked and sucked every square inch. Her pussy, bright pink, tight, but also very cold as I slowly slid my cock in and out, enjoying the friction as I got closer and closer to release. As I felt myself getting to the point of no return I lifted her hips higher, pulling her legs up and over my shoulders and I slid my cock out of her tightness and rammed it up her equally tight yet just as cold ass. I gripped her shoulders in both hands and rammed my cock into her over and over as hard as I could, reaching down to lick her breasts and nipples. I had only enough time to pull myself out of her wonderfully tight ass before I started erupting, spewing my cum all over her pussy, ass and up onto her belly. I collapsed beside her on the bed, gasping for air as she just lay there staring at the ceiling. Not a sound, not a breath coming from her cold, hard, yet perfectly formed ruby red lips.
I dozed for a while before deciding to get up and get a drink. When I got back to the bedroom she was still laying there with my sperm all over her and I realized that I had to clean her up yet again.
After wiping her clean, I opened the valves to let the air out and it dawned on me that my sex life had become a cold, breathless, non responsive doll that although tight and unresisting, was , well, just that. Cold, breathless and non responsive. I needed more, I wanted more, I deserved more.
As I folded the blow up doll and put her away in my secret place I noted that my lovely yet sexually cold wife would be home soon.
As Claire walked in through the front door her beautiful face and mature full body immediately turned me on. Even after the orgasm I had not more than an hour or so before, I was hard just thinking about my wife's' soft, warm sensitive breasts, and her hot, tight and wet pussy. No blow up doll could compare to living, breathing, quivering flesh.
I embraced her tightly, kissing her long and deep. I slowly moved her backwards towards the bedroom while continuing to feel her body with my hands. All of a sudden she broke the kiss saying that she had some work to do and that I may get something later.
I wasn't holding my breath.
Lying in bed after unsuccessfully trying for sex again, I let her know that I needed more than she was giving. She said she was sorry but couldn't do anything about it since she had no interest in sex. I suggested a therapist or councillor and Claire reluctantly agreed.
The next day I called around, finally choosing a woman charging a little more than the others, yet who gave a money back guarantee or complete satisfaction.
When Claire came home I told her the details of how we were to dress casual and comfortable and allow a couple of hours for the appointment, even recommending us to have a couple of drinks to relax before going to see her. The fact we were going to see a woman an obvious relief to my wife.
As we walked into the councillor's waiting room I had no idea what to expect. My couple of drinks turned into a six-pack of stubbies and Claire had consumed the better half of a six-pack of vodka cruisers herself.
When the door opened and the councillor came through I was stunned to find her in fact a him, Jackie obviously a male name not as I thought a female. A non-present receptionist being the only explanation for my confusion.
He almost looked shocked to see us, I told him our names and our appointment time and he seemed to hesitate and think before stammering out "oh, OH yeah, right please come through". Directing us to a plush and very expensive looking leather lounge, giving us both a friendly smile before sitting himself in a chair in front of us and introducing himself.
He started by explaining to us how he was fully qualified and trained in all facets of counselling including sexual therapy. Though I could see Claire's' slight discomfort at the prospect of opening up to a strange man.
We sat there talking for close to an hour, telling him how my wife's' sex drive had waned to near nothing while mine had grown stronger and he put up some reasons for everything and some ways it may be dealt with.
He kept getting us drinks, me beer and he and Claire had wine.
By the end of the first hour we were all talking openly, honestly and like old friends.
He explained that the way he would like to deal with our situation was a little unorthodox but a proven method. I looked at my wife and we both gave each other a smile and nodded our consent to him.
He then asked me to strip of all my clothes and I hesitated before Claire smiled at me. I know that she thinks I'm handsome and she is impressed with the size of my cock, which measures in at about 9 inches long and thick for its length.
Once naked I was stunned for him to tell me not to sit back down but for me to stand about a foot in front of my wife. He then went through to another room and came back with a box. He then reached into it and pulled out a tube of ky jelly and threw it to me and said for me to masturbate while not taking my eyes off my wife. Stunned was now severely unrated, even flabbergasted or shell-shocked couldn't explain how I felt. In front of my wife yes, but, in front of him, hmm, I don't think so. I told him my concerns and he only replied that if I didn't take my eyes off my wife his presence wouldn't matter, and that if I didn't want to do it that would spell the end of our appointment. Claire giggled a little at my discomfort but told me she would like to see me do it.
Reluctantly I squeezed a large amount of ky onto my hand and proceeded to massage it into my cock and turned to ask him what this was meant to do for us but he simply put his finger to his lips and sshhhed me, urging me back to the task at hand.
I started rubbing my hand the full length up and down my cock looking at my wife who was watching my hands movements with sheer fascination, even moving in her seat a little as I started to harden and lengthen a bit.
I looked at Claire's body and pictured her naked as I felt myself growing to full hardness and length, stroking from my balls up to the purple engorged head and back down again, forgetting totally about the guy sitting just behind.
My wife's eyes were following my hands every movement, up and down, up and down, massaging my balls with the other hand, squeezing and fondling. My breathing becoming laboured as I started thinking of things like my wife's lips wrapped around my cock and her tongue licking my balls.
I was really getting into it now, pumping my cock as hard as I could, thrusting my hips in time to my hand's every stroke. Then just as I was getting to the point of no return a voice told me to lay down and cum all over myself when I was ready.
My knees weakened and I continued to pump and stroke and fondle and squeeze as I lay myself back on the rich plush carpet.
My eyes still on my Claire as my knees drew up and my back arched as I let out the first stream of cum, spewing out and landing on my chest then another and another to join the first. The feeling was so intense as my cum kept flowing out over my cock and down to coat my balls. When my hand stopped moving and my cum covered my chest, stomach, cock and balls, I looked to my wife who was sitting in her chair with her knees rubbing back and forth on each other and her eyes so wide I thought they'd pop out.