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“It took a lot,” Joe said, “to get to the point where I just had to make a move. I mean, this was someone’s wife. A mother. A friend. It’s just that every time she talked her voice penetrated my head. I found myself unable to concentrate if she was talking across the room. I would gawk when she walked in, and I had trouble putting together a simple sentence when she tried to make small talk with me at a party.”

“I see,” Mrs. Watkins said. “Was it that you were enamored or just curious?”

“Maybe both,” Joe guessed, “but at some point I just had to know.”

“You arranged this session because you were worried you might be fooling yourself about your feelings. So I’ll need to pry. Do you think she led you on?”

“Never. At least that I can recall. I had been noticing she seemed to be more friendly, more outgoing than usual. But to everyone, not just me.”

“Was she dressing differently?”

“No, I think I was just staring at her more. I loved watching her sillouette from across the room. I starting imagining what her, you know, features looked like.”

“It’s a safe place Joe, you can say anything.”

“Okay then, I wondered what her tits looked like. You could tell they were big but she kept them pinned down. I wondered what her nipples looked like, if they stuck out or stayed flat when she was naked or cold. I once dated a woman with nipples that stuck out an inch and a half when she got excited. They almost looked like they had worms coming out or them. I was hoping Sandi’s didn’t. I was fascinated and so was every guy I met who knew her.”

Joe continued, “Whenever Sandi and Keith had a get together her co-workers and friends would make some sort of sexual comment about her to me in private. It’s like she stood out to everyone. They’d talk about her tits, but also her pussy, her squeaky voice and how her lipstick was always so fucking perfect.

She’s such a prude, the guys would say. Always buttoned up like a hurricane is coming. Then they’d say what she really needs is a cock down her throat to wipe that lipstick off. And for some reason almost every one of them would ask ‘Do you think she takes it in the ass?’

It’s was very strange how they all focused on her. Maybe because she seemed so unassuming and proper but you knew there was fire hiding inside.”

“And when you finally saw her breasts, was it all you had hoped for?” Mrs. Watkins reached down and picked up her notebook. Joe found it funny that the Psychiatrist hadn’t written any notes until he started talking about his lover’s tits.

“All and more. The most perfect tits ever. I swear I almost came when she offered them up to me. It was magical.”

Joe watched as Mrs. Watkins jotted in her journal. She looked to be about fifty, with reddish dyed shoulder length hair and a pale complexion. Irish, he thought, or English. She dressed very conservatively, not unlike Sandi did. Her features were sharp and highlighted nicely with lipstick and jewelry.

Breast wise she looked pretty close in size to Sandi, but it was hard to tell through her big black sweater. She was much taller than Sandi and appeared a bit thin for just how big her tits were. Under her shin length skirt her crossed legs didn’t reveal much about her, but overall she was in good shape for a woman her age. She had a way of turning her head and adjusting her glasses that was compelling to watch.

“So it was a physical thing. Joe, I hope you realize that’s not unusual.”

“No, Ma’am. I may have thought it was physical, but once our tongues touched it was a different story. We entered each other’s minds. It became mystical.

I knew something was brewing inside when she accidentally brushed my arm with her tit. My dick filled instantly and I felt goose bumps. Later she told me she did too.

After that I actually tried to avoid touching her. Even a hug goodbye became embarrassing as I’d have to adjust my crotch.

Then came that kiss. From the second we shared it we were two souls joined.” Joe closed his eyes and relived their first kiss in Sandi’s kitchen, where he had spun her around and taken her head in his hands.

“Will you admit there was some excitement in the secret of it? Knowing she was another man’s wife?”

“I have to tell you, I’ve had other men’s wives come on to me. Everything from stealing a kiss to kneeling down and sucking my cock in the middle of the day. But the feeling was never like this. Ever. Pulling her clothes off just seemed so natural. And when I got my first taste of her pussy I knew this was what I was meant to do.”

“Meaning what?”

“Under her little patch of hair and behind her tiny pink clit she hid the fountain of youth, the holy grail, the secret of life itself. And she let me taste it. I licked it, I sucked it, I fed on it.”

“I see, and how did Sandi feel about that?”

“She had the same feeling about me. She could never get enough of my cum. Not one drop was ever wasted. After she swallowed it all we would lake naked together and she would always have one hand Kuzey ankara escort against my balls. As soon as they began refilling she would take me back in her mouth until I came again.”

“So twice? Every time?”

“As time would allow. There were a few days where she helped me cum three times. As I got hard she would climb on top of me and rub my cock against her clit, then put it inside till her tightness and warmth stiffened me even more. Then she would quickly slide off and suck me while I was still coated in her juices.”

Mrs. Watkins crossed her legs, and as she did her skirt slid up her thigh against her smooth nylons. She didn’t bother to pull it back and Joe noticed her rocking her foot back and forth in what looked like a masturbating manner as she listened.

“And you wife never had an idea?”

“Not at all. We would see Sandi and Keith socially at least two or three times a week. Often when we would have dinner together, Sandi would say she was still pretty full from lunch. Lunch meaning she had two helpings of my cum still in her stomach and her pussy juices spread all over her tits and face.”

“She never worried about that?”

“She refused to clean up after. She loved having my cum and her juices rubbed on her. I almost never left without putting gobs behind her ears.”

“And for you?”

“I had to be a little more careful. I would shower and change before Janice got home.”

“And you weren’t worried about ‘performing’ with Janice?”

“It was pretty unlikely. The only times I had to be ready for was my birthday, my anniversary, Christmas and New Year’s day. Sandi would always try and blow me every time we were together, so if I saw her on one of those days it was pretty comedic. She literally wanted to suck my cock twenty four hours a day.

One time she was drinking at our house celebrating my birthday and Sandi had a couple too many. She had met Keith there so they each had a car. Janice offered me up to drive her car home and I did so, following directly behind Keith. As he pulled into their driveway she asked me to stop the car.

I did so thinking she might be ill but instead she dove onto my cock and starting sucking me off with her husband right in front of us. The worst part was I didn’t know how her car worked so the inside lights came on, and all I could see was my cock going in and out of the lips of Keith’s wife. She knew what was going to happen later with Janice but was trying to get first dibs.”

“Okay,” Mrs. Watkins said while writing more notes, “It appears that sexual attraction was pretty high on both sides. And the sex? Anything unusual? Or just normal?”

“Anything but. Sandi gave me what she had promised me, and that was one hundred and twenty five percent. Nothing was off the table. Anything I could think of she was on board with. She was tied, blindfolded, nipple clamped, let me insert anything into her, swallowed my cum and hers, licked herself and slid my greased cock in and out of her ass chute till I shot cum halfway up her colon.”

“Anything.”

“Anything. Every thing every guy dreamed about her doing she did with me.”

Joe noticed Mrs. Watkins had her left hand on her chest. While she continued rocking he could see her fingers moving down a bit until her hand was under her breast. He thought he must be reading too much into this.

“Joe, it would be very unusual for that level of attraction to remain for as long as it did for you and Sandi.”

“But it’s true.”

“I’ve spent twenty five years as a Psychiatrist and Sex Surrogate and haven’t come across what you say you two had.”

“Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

Joe saw a light come on over the door. Her next patient had arrived. He glanced at this watch to see the top of the hour was upon them.

“Well,” she offered, “Perhaps next session we can look into that.”

Joe stood up.

Mrs. Watkins asked, “Where are you off too?”

“I promised Janice I’d run to the store on the way home.”

“So you’re going to miss the next session? Because it starts now. Have a seat.”

As Joe sat back down perplexed the Doctor opened the door and said, “Let me take your purse.”

“Thank you,” came the reply. Joe knew that voice instantly, and his eyes widened as Sandi walked into the room.

Sandi must have just come from work. She had her business attire on, a brown knee length skirt, white blouse buttoned up just below her neck and a matching vest. Her shiny nylons showed her thin calves leading down to low heeled shoes.

Her hair was perfect as always, with a big auburn bob in the front and a clip in the back. She smiled at Joe as she walked over and sat next to him on the couch, giving him just a little peck on his cheek with her ruby lips.

“Hi,” Sandi squeaked, and she grabbed his hand.

“Hi,” he replied.

“Well,” Mrs. Watkins said, “based on what you’ve been telling me Joe I thought it was best to bring the source of our discussions right Maltepe escort here. Sandi and I have spoken on the phone carefully and she agreed to join us here in our safe place. Anything anyone does is safe here.”

“Wow,” Joe replied.

Mrs. Watkins stood up and walked behind Joe. “I thought we might start with a little test of trust and validation. Are you game?”

Joe looked at Sandi and nodded, saying “I’ll do anything she wants.”

“Okay then. Sandi, I’ll have you stand. Joe, you just sit there.” The Psychiatrist walked behind the couch and put a blindfold over Joe’s eyes. “Turnabout is fair play don’t you think?”

“You’re the Doctor,” Joe replied.

As Joe sat on the couch in darkness her felt hands removing his shoes, then his shirt. He was asked to stand as his pants and boxers came off and felt a towel underneath his ass as he sat back down.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” Mrs. Watkins asked.

“Well, a little apprehensive. To be honest I’ve never been blindfolded, I was the one doing it.”

“Yes you did,” Sandi said, adding, “remember this?” Joe felt one of his hands being tied from behind the couch with webbing, then the other with the webbing under the couch so his arms were spread wide.

“How could I forget?” Joe replied.

Joe relaxed as best he could being naked in front of two women.

“Just say whatever comes to your mind,” Mrs. Watkins instructed.

Joe felt a finger at the base of his cock on the outside vein. It pushed lightly in and back out. With every push he could feel his cock growing. He spread his knees open.

“Well, that feels pretty fucking good.”

The finger began to run up the vein to the tip of his now hard dick. On the third run up it circled the slit on the head of his cock. He felt instant lubrication and knew he was pushing out a drop of pre-cum.

He leaned his head back to savor the feel.

“Wow,” is what came to his mind, and he said so.

Joe heard a rustling of clothes. In his mind he was hoping for them being removed.

The finger massage stopped. He sat quietly until he felt the slightest a wet finger touch make a circle on his left tit, then his right. At least he thought it was a finger. He then felt the same smoothness on the head of his cock. That was tongue all right, and he felt lips brushing across the end of his barrel.

A second later his cock was engulfed, and warm and wet. A tongue was swirling as his member was slowly being taken further and further in. He felt a hand grab the base of his cock.

“Aha,” he said, “That feels great but it’s not Sandi.”

“How would you know?” Mrs. Watkins asked as the sucking stopped.

“Sandi has what I call a three drop suck. She takes a bit, a bit more till almost half, then the whole cock while her hand drops down and cradles my balls. And when I’m in her mouth I see beaches and sand and sunsets and palm trees.”

“Very good, Joe” Mrs. Watkins said. “One of the things I needed to clear up is if a blow job is just a blow job for you. Turns out you do know the difference.”

Joe felt Mrs. Watkins’ mouth return to his cock. He was deep in the back of her throat as her hands massaged his balls. He tried to reach for her tits but his hands were tied.

“Can I watch?” he asked.

“Different when you’re the one tied, isn’t it?” the Doctor replied.

“It is.”

Joe felt the blindfold being lifted. There in front of him was his Psychiatrist. On her knees, naked except for thigh high nylons and four inch heels. She smiled at him from across his cock before standing up.

Her hair was pulled back in a bun.

Her tits were creamy white and big, probably 38’s or 40’s. She had hard pink nipples. Her stomach was even whiter, and as his eyes ran down her body he saw that above the nylons her pussy was naturally red and trimmed in landing strip fashion.

Joe could see her clit above curved brown lips. It was very circular and engorged. About three times the size of Sandi’s little diamond. On her thigh to the side of her pussy was a tattoo that read: ‘Fuck Me’.

Oh yes; Sandi, he thought. He looked around, she wasn’t in the room.

“Yes, you’re looking for her aren’t you?”

“She was here, right?”

“I asked her for some time alone with you. It’s a process.” Mrs. Watkins stood up and moved her pussy towards Joe’s mouth. “Now, let’s see a bit of your technique.”

With her height her love lips were directly in front of Joe’s. He cocked his head slightly and lapped at the mid point of her slit. With a bit of encouragement her peach parted giving Joe access, a view, and a taste of her wet hole. She tasted like….oranges?

“Oranges?” He said aloud.

“Yes. I have a special douche I’ve made that leaves it’s scent and taste for a remarkable long time.”

Joe went back to work on the Doctor. He could see and feel her getting wetter as his tongue found its way deeper and deeper into her love hole. She grabbed his ears and pulled his face between her legs until her landing strip Mamak escort was against his nose.

Joe curled and straightened his tongue to mimic a cock. As she gyrated against him he saw her twisting her nipples between her thumb and forefingers.

Suddenly she said, “Wait.” Joe stopped in place. He was leaning as forward as a man could with his arms tied to a couch. The Doctor reached down and started making fast circles on her giant clit.

“Now,” she said, “Now! Fuck me with your tongue.”

Joe pushed forward into her.

“Ahhhh,” she cried, and her abdomen began spasming against his face. Joe cocked his head trying to push in against the pulsing pussy and was rewarded by three squirts of love juice covering his face.

Again she held his head against her and forced out one more orgasm before stepping back.

Joe looked over at her. Her chest was bright red and her nipples hard as rocks. The same fluid that was running down his face and chest was running down her legs and pooling on her nylons. Smiling, she sat back in the chair behind her and stared over at Joe.

“Well, thank you Joe,” she said.

“You’re welcome. I’m assuming that Sandi kind of knows what’s going on here?”

“Very much so. I see your hard on is still quite hard.”

Joe looked down at his cock. It was in ‘rocket ready to launch’ mode and half covered in redheaded pussy juice.

She added, “Let’s take care of that.” Mrs. Watkins flipped a switch and Sandi entered. She was wearing thigh high nylons as well, five inch heels, a leather choker collar, and nothing else.

She stopped in the door way and held her arms out to give Joe a look. Her nipples were rock hard and pointing right at him. He looked down and saw the little tuft of pubic hair above her tiny pussy. Her marveled at her legs which looked firm and hard in the nylons and stripper heels.

Next to her tuft of hair she had written ‘Fuck Me’ with a ink pen.

She smiled at Joe as she made her way before him and kneeled between his legs.

“Hi,” Joe said. Sandi kissed him deeply, but made no other contact.

“Sorry,” Mrs. Watkins said, “She won’t be talking for a bit. One of the things Sandi loves is not being in charge. It’s very common among women like her who constantly have to be exactly that. She will begin cleaning my fluids off you, though.”

Sandi smiled and rolled her eyes. Bending over with her hands behind her back she began licking Joe’s cheeks and worked her way down to his chest. Her tits were arched forward and and he felt them against his balls and her auburn hair smelled terrific.

At she passed each of Joe’s nipples she sucked them, hard. Working down to his belly his cock now began rubbing against her cheek as she cleaned out the valley between his cock and abdomen. Joe spread his legs as she licked each thigh until it was shiny with saliva.

“Oh my,” Joe said. “Don’t touch me or I’ll cum.”

“Now you know how Sandi feels when you tied her up,” the Doctor said. “We call it edging. But it is very hierarchical. Sandi, you need to clean all the fluids.”

Sandi nodded and dropped to the plank floor, licking the wet spots on the floor. As she slurped Joe got a view of her ass and the little button hole between her cheeks.

“Hold there a second,” Mrs. Watkins said. As Sandi kept her head down on the floor the Doctor produced a silver butt plug with a bright gem on the end. She lubed it up and carefully inserted it into Keith’s wife’s ass.

Joe watched the whole process, from circling the opening until the slow insertion. As Sandi kept her body still her ass began clamping down as if her ass was swallowing the plug. Joe looked at the head of his leaking cock, he wasn’t sure he could take much more of this.

“Just in case,” the Doctor added. “It’s never too early to plan for what may happen.”

With the plug firmly inserted Sandi spun over and Joe watched as his lover put her head between the Doctor’s legs.

“Can I watch?” Joe asked.

“Of course,” was the answer. Mrs. Watkins moved her chair near Joe and turned it sideways so Joe would get a perfect view of Sandi cleaning her pussy juice.

As she spread her legs she dropped one low. Joe saw that much of her woman cum had hardened, and Sandi had to work hard to clean it off. After licking the her nylon covered thighs she moved to the main event between hanging brown lips.

“Sandi will now close her eyes and lick me exactly like she would want you to.”

Joe watched as Sandi closed in on the big red clit, slowly lapping at it. As she picked up speed she inserted one finger in between the swinging doors to the Doctor’s womb. As she sucked the woman’s lips even more one finger became two, moving in and out rhythmically.

Joe could see that Mrs. Watkins was getting wet again, and a smooth trail of love juice began wandering down the lower thigh. Sandi used this to lubricate her palm on the out strokes and soon was banging her with three fingers, then four.

“Oh my, Sandi,” she said, “Is that how you like it?” Sandi reached down and pushed two fingers into herself. Then she reached over and stroked Joe’s bubbling cock.

Once her hand was sufficiently wet with her juices and Joe’s pre-cum she moved it back to the now widened opening between hanging lips.

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