Clay Forester sat in the waiting room twitching his left leg nervously. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that he and his wife, Liz, had made a big mistake in coming here.
"Relax!" Liz said, placing her hand on his. "It's going to be okay. Remember what Helen and Barry told us!"
The Bixbys! This was all their fault, he thought. Only a mere two weeks ago their next door neighbors, Helen and Barry, had been visiting one night and they had fallen into a discussion about some delicate marital problems Clay and Liz were having. Despite there being a slight age difference between them - Helen and Barry were in their late thirties while Clay and Liz were just pushing twenty-five - the Foresters had come to trust the Bixby's implicitly and thinking back on it, Clay decided that it was only natural that they had confided in them.
"You really should try Dr. Burnett's counseling group," Helen had advised them with a sly grin after hearing their confession. "It saved our marriage,"
Clay had been dead set against the idea, but Liz had convinced him to give it a try. After all, she'd reasoned, this therapist must be pretty good considering the radical change in their neighbors. Helen and Barry had never been very affectionate before and now they were like two lovebirds who couldn't keep their hands off each other On top of that, Clay had noticed a definite change in Helen's appearance. Being the exact opposite of Liz, who was a beautiful, brown-haired, green-eyed bombshell, with a fantastic set of tits, a round, shapely bottom, and long, willowy legs, Helen's small breasted, slim-hipped figure had never really appealed to him. But lately, she'd sculpted her long, black hair into a wild, feathery mane and chosen a far more provocative wardrobe that accentuated her tiny body. Even Liz had commented on how much sexier Helen looked, as well as making a few suggestive remarks about Barry. Still, Clay grumbled silently, that didn't make it any easier to come here and spill your guts to a total stranger.
"The doctor will see you now," he heard the receptionist say.
Taking Liz's hand, he dumbly shuffled into the office and instantly felt better. Dr. Sandy Burnett was absolutely gorgeous! Her shoulder length, champagne blonde hair glistened in the sunlight that filtered through her office window, with a full set of bangs meeting above her blue eyes, and the ends curving around her face to bring out her high cheekbones and plush lips. She wore a dark, business type jacket that was snug enough to show off her high, plump breasts and a skirt short enough to display her long, tanned legs. As he checked her out it seemed to Clay that if you had to have a sex therapist it might as well be someone as ravishing as Sandy Burnett.
"I'm glad to finally meet you," she said, motioning them toward a plush, leather couch. "Helen and Barry told me all about you. Let me assure you both that I'm a trained professional sex therapist so I want you to feel comfortable and I want you to be honest. Now, what is your problem?"
Clay had only half heard her spiel because he was too busy ogling her lovely thighs. Having taken a seat across from them, her skirt had ridden almost all the way up to her hip and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her sleek, bronzed flesh.
"It's boring!" Liz peeped out of nowhere. "Our sex life is just...boring!"
Humiliated, Clay turned his head in disgust.
"Believe it or not, this is a very common problem with many couples," Dr. Burnett commented, giving Clay a reassuring wink.
Then she sat back and got into a discussion with Liz about stuff like jealousy, sexual variety, and sharing, but Clay was too busy trying to prevent his slowly rising cock from forming an embarrassing tent in his pants while silently berating himself for having such lewd thoughts about the good doctor with his wife right there. After twenty minutes of highly sexual conversation, Liz seemed more relax, but he was still sweating bullets.
"Well, you both appear to have open minds," Dr. Burnett concluded, "so let's make sure that there's no problem with Clay's equipment. Are you satisfied with his cock, Liz?"
Liz jumped at the question. "Ah...ah...it works fine!" Liz stammered.
The doctor shook her pretty, blonde head like she wasn't convinced. In the meantime, Clay wanted desperately to vanish somehow.
"Hmmmm! From the size of that bulge I'd say that you're probably right, but let's try a little exercise just to be positive. Liz, I want you to simply sit back and watch. Do nothing, please - unless of course you feel the need to touch yourself!"
Clay bolted upright, shocked at the doctor's remarks and would have hauled Liz out of there if the sexy therapist hadn't risen to her feet and undressed. In a flash, her jacket and skirt lay in a neat pile on her desk and Clay was too mesmerized by her gorgeous body to move. Her black, lacy bra barely contained her large, plump breasts while her skimpy thong seemed molded onto the soft swell of her pussy and her sinewy legs looked like they could squeeze a man to death. By the time she dropped to her knees and freed his manhood, it was as hard as a rock.
"Dr. Burnett!" Liz squeaked.
"Please, call me Sandy," the voluptuous blonde purred as she slowly stroked Clay's rod. "Hmmmm! It appears to be in working order. Let's see!"
Then she lowered her mouth to his prong and after swirling her tongue over his flared knob to sample the precum that bubbled up from his piss slit, parted her soft lips and swallowed his entire length in one, swift gulp. Clay couldn't help himself. Bucking his hips, he moaned deep in his chest as Sandy began bobbing steadily on his raging manhood. It was wild!
Peering up at him with her hypnotizing, baby-blues, Sandy Burnett deep-throated his thick ten inches easily, using her tongue to massage his steely flesh and her slim fingers to jiggle his bloated nutsacks. Sinking into the sofa, Clay placed one large hand on the top of her silky, blonde head to gently guided her sucking lips up and down his shaft. It had been so long Liz had given him a proper blowjob that...Liz!
Looking over in a panic, he was surprised to see his wife intensely observing their every move. But instead of being pissed, she was obviously aroused - he could tell by her flushed cheeks, ragged breathing, and the way her stubby nipples poked out the front of her blouse - and that only made him hornier. In no time he was jabbing his cock down Sandy's throat like a manic.
"Oh, god! Keep it up!" he moaned, lurching his hips faster "Liz! I'm...sorry, but she's sucking me so good!"
