Reluctantly, Doctor Mathew Bender had agreed to see Faye, after she had, tearfully, begged his receptionist, then himself, when he was called to the phone, she assuring him that it was urgently necessary for her to see him; so he had fitted her into his busy schedule. She sat, nervously, across the desk from him, twisting and untwisting a delicate handkerchief.
“Mrs. Wright… just as I told your husband I found nothing medically wrong… and he should be up and around getting some exercise.
“… But, he seems to be terribly worried… and upset because h-he can’t… seem t-to… She stopped, not knowing how to continue.
“To what…?” the doctor probed.
“T-To make I-love… He’s not able to…”
“To get an erection?” He asked, finishing for her.
“Yes…” She looked down in embarrassment.
“We talked about that… it’s nothing to worry about… completely temporary, I’m sure.” The doctor told her. “There are several techniques outlined in that book I recommended… and you can help him a great deal!”
“Yes… we got the book…”
“Have you read it… and have you tried any of those ideas?” he probed.
“I-I glanced through it…” she admitted.
“You’ll have to commit yourself to action, also, Mrs. Wright!” he chided.
But, I couldn’t bring myself t-to do some of those things!” she said, with some feeling.
Doctor Bender looked at her, not missing any of the loveliness of her. He liked what he saw; she was definitely a delicious piece of femininity. “I should think you’d be able to rouse him, easily!” he said, meaningfully.
His stare was uncomfortable. She had the feeling this man across the desk was mentally undressing her, and her skin seemed to crawl and prickle under her clothing.
“Anyway…” he went on, after a slight pause, “those sex activities you seem to find abhorrent can be learned… just like any other human activity… and if you’re truly interested in helping your husband, you’ll have to learn them!”
“… But… they’re so wrong… s-so immoral!” she wailed.
“Morals be damned!” he snapped. “Is sex important to you… at all?”
“Yes… I-I think so…”
“Then it’s up to you to learn how to help your husband!”
“But, what if I can’t… it might be just in his mind! Isn’t there something you could do to help him… some medicine… or treatment?” Her eyes glistened with quick tears. “I d-don’t know what I’d do… if Bill doesn’t get well! I need him… too!”
The doctor smiled. “Then you are interested! But you’re worried about you… and your needs… aren’t you?”
Her quick nod assured him he was right and he went on, “But if your husband didn’t get well… there are several ways you could still get sexual satisfaction… you know that don’t you?”
“Y-Yes…” She blushed, remembering her self-induced orgasm of last night.
“Then… you’ve considered the possibility of an affair with another man?”
His blunt question took her by surprise. She gasped, “I-I most certainly wouldn’t!”
“Next best would be a Lesbian affair… with another woman…” he pressed, noting her pretty discomfiture.
She looked at him in disbelief. “N-No. never! Ugh! That’s… unthinkable!”
“Masturbation would be a poor third, though!” he observed.
“That’s what I-I thought you meant…”
“Then… you’ve already discovered at least one outlet?”
“Y-Yes…” She looked down to avoid his piercing eyes.
“Since you posed the question… you know the alternatives open to you, but I still maintain… your husband’s impotence is temporary… and you have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Wright.” He arose from his chair indicating the interview was finished.
“Thank you… D-Doctor…” She stood to her feet and turned to leave his office.
“Good bye… Mrs. Wright.”
He remained standing behind his desk to watch her as she crossed the room, opened the door and went through it. The easy grace of her body, the obvious, curvaceous fullness of her breasts, thighs and buttocks intrigued him. Yes… he saw her as a very lovely woman who felt a desperate need for sexual fulfillment. His usual professional detachment in his dealings with patients began to break down as he regarded her as a woman. She’s a tempting little morsel… and rather mixed up in her approach to sex!
He felt the familiar crawling lift of his testicles and the expanding lurch of his penis as he was stimulated, sexually. He stared at the closed door through which she had just passed. Damn! She could stand a little straightening out… and Doc Bender might be just the man who could do it!
“Damn it, Matt.” Vivian Bender said, “it’s too risky!”
It was Thursday, the day Doctor Mathew Bender always took off in the middle of the week, from his medical duties, and after a late breakfast, he had just told his lovely wife of his plan involving Bill and Faye Wright.
“Not really…” he said, mildly, surprised at her snappishness.
“You’d be breaking your own rule about not getting involved with your patients… that’s all…” she explained, her eyes softening. “I wasn’t trying to start an argument… or anything… especially on your day off…”
“She’s not my patient… her husband is!” he defended. “It’s not the same!”
They were sitting on the big couch in their sumptuous living room drinking second cups of steaming coffee. He looked over at her, surveying her almost classic profile, heavy, raven hair, firm, upthrusting breasts that tended to escape from her dressing robe and the smooth whiteness of her tapering thigh showing as she crossed her legs, provocatively. He didn’t have to settle it, today, but he would have to have his wife’s help and cooperation. He reached out and dipped his hand, playfully, into the front of her robe, capturing the lush mound of a vibrant breast to caress arid tease, the berry-like nipple coming up spiky-hard in the palm of his hand, instantly. Her face turned to him, inquiringly, a smile of almost lewd expectation spreading across it.
“Feeling horny, Doctor?” she asked.
“Yep… and I was just thinking… you’d like Bill Wright… too… he’s quite a handsome guy… and probably pretty virile…when he’s functioning…”
“Do you mean he’s got the proper equipment”
“Yes… but he’s got this thing in his mind that he can’t raise an erection… and that’s where you come in, Darling!”
“Me…?” she questioned. “You mean bring them into the group?”
“That’s what I’ve been getting at!”
Vivian’s hand ran up under her husband’s bathrobe to find the gaping fly of his pajamas, her hand worming in to find the already hardened shaft of his cock. “I’d rather stick with those I know can do the job,” she said, “like this one!
“And another half-dozen I could name!” he countered, then went on. “We need new blood. Since that young professor and his wife moved back east… and that novelist with the redheaded fireball moved to San Francisco, the membership is down some… and we’re supposed to host the next get-together, so it’s up to us to do something about it… O.K.?”
“It sounds difficult! How am I supposed to get next to a man with a problem like that?”
Matt Bender’s hand on her sensitive breast pushed her back on the couch and he leaned over her. He undid the knot at the waist of her robe and pulled the garment open, revealing her naked body to his lewdly avid gaze. His fingers traced down across the alabaster plane of her flat belly, targeting in on the downy blackness at the triangle of her loins.
“Knowing you, Baby… I don’t think you’ll have any problems at all… especially if we play it the way I explained it to you…”
She gasped with pleasure as his hand began to rummage in the moist, sensate flesh of her pussy. Inviting more of the same, her thighs parted, slightly, to allow him further access. Relaxing back against the cushions, Vivian let him have his way with her. It was one of the things she enjoyed most on Matt’s middle-of-the-week day of relaxation… and recreation: The fact that she had him all to herself.
Vivian realized she was lucky to have Matt Bender for a husband. He was one of the most successful physicians in the whole state… with an income to match his success. All she had to do was to look around their home to assure herself of that.
Then, there was sex… the kind that was coming up in just a few moments. His demands for sex-of all kinds – was boundless; of course, she mused, her own sexual appetite was a good match of his. That’s what she liked about Matt. He was tolerant… and he expected the same of her. By common consent, they both sought sexual satisfaction with other partners. They both did what they liked; the only rule was there was to be no subterfuge, nothing was hidden from each other. The only other iron-clad agreement was that she had to be available when he wanted her, and his day off was almost always spent with her. Actually, their arrangement had strengthened their marriage… especially after they had become members of the group… a swap club. That was their real smorgasbord!
Down below, she felt his warm breath wash over the pulsing, sensitive flesh of her cunt, and she knew what to expect next. Shifting herself into position for him, she parted her shapely, tapering thighs wide, thrusting one leg up over the low back of the couch, the other pulled widely to the side… and she held her breath, expectantly, waiting for the first flesh-searing contact. AAaaggh! His tongue dipped into the rapidly moistening channel to run in tiny teasing circles just inside the opening of her throbbing cuntal passage. She groaned aloud. “Oh, Matt… that feels good!”
Something unintelligible came from him, his hot breath washing over her sensate furrow, but she knew he had heard and responded. Anyway, he knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it. That was part of their exceptional compatibility.
Matt was a good lover. No. He was more than that; he was really outstanding! Of all the different men she had experienced, Matt was still the best; the one who could bring her to full arousal… and satisfy her, every time! In a way he’s an artist! He plays on a woman’s body like an accomplished musician plays his instrument! 000oooooh!
As Vivian’s hips began to move in uncontrollable, little circles up against her husband’s mouth, she remembered how hard it had been, that first time, when she had watched him fuck another woman. It was Marcia, the red-headed fireball wife of the novelist, who lay under him, that night, her legs pulled up all the way to her breasts, mashing them, cruelly, while Matt’s big cock had plundered her unmercifully. She had watched in reluctant, horrified fascination until they had collapsed… but only after the redhead had cum four times… But, it was harder, I think… when the novelist was making it with me… and I knew Matt was watching…
Now, Matt’s tongue was on the throbbingly erect shaft of her clitoris, and she gasped with the pleasurable shock of it, her hands going down to Matt’s head to guide him… and let him know her enjoyment of it. “Oh, God… Matt! Eat me… good… and all the way!” she moaned.
His tongue, moist and warm, was like smooth honey on her. Suddenly, she thrust her loins up at him in a supplication to him to do it, again. His tongue had left her clitoris and moved down the full length of her now hungrily pulsating furrow, until the tip of it was probing at the wrinkled, brown ring of her anus. The erotic shock of it was almost too much. Constant mewling sounds emitted from her mouth, as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm. His probing tongue there made her remember that Matt had joined the novelist, after a few moments… and both of them had fucked her, the big, rawboned writer rampaging in her searing cunt… while Matt’s big cock had introduced her to the impossible joys of anal intercourse, for the first time. I hadn’t thought it possible… to be fucked by two men at the same time! She had had it that way several times since; actually, she rather preferred it, for she always experienced multiple orgasms. There isn’t anything quite like it… especially when you can just cum and cum. and keep cumming…
Matt’s mouth was tucked in tight against the flesh of her cunt, now, his tongue plundering in and out of her throbbing passage with greater speed. Her hands on his head held him in to her even closer, and her pelvis moved wildly with her head.
“Make me cum… darling!” she moaned.
Then… the convulsive rapture of her first orgasm came to her, and she rose to meet it, her thighs splaying out, her hips jerking upwards to his mouth, offering him the whole of her being.
“Aaaaaaaauuuughhhh! Oh, that’s it, Matt!” she cried. “I’m cummmmmming! Aaaaaaauuuuuuggggghhhbh!” Then, as tiny aftershocks of it coursed through her, she begged him, “Keep me cumming, Matt!”
He knew what she wanted. His tongue was already busy on her, again, licking insanely at the pulsating head of her clitoris. Before her body could descend to a lower level of arousal, she was back on the mountain top of another orgasm. “Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhh! Oh, Cod, Matt that’s it! Again!… And, again!” she pleaded. “AAnnd
Aaagggaaaaaaaaaiiiiin!
She came… and came, until she slumped back into the cushions of the couch in final surrender, her eyes closed, breath coming in short, panting gasps.
Matt Bender leaned his torso over her, captured her soft, sensuously pliant lips and kissed her tenderly, his tongue probing into her mouth until she began to suck and nibble on it, hungrily. After a few moments he leaned away from her and said, “Not that you need the practice, Darling… but what say we go into the bedroom… for a preview of your little scene with Bill Wright?”
“You still want to go through with that?”
“You know it! Just wait until you see her!” he said, enthusiastically.
“You’re a bastard sometimes, Matt!” she said, smiling up at him. “But a lovable bastard! She must really be something… or you wouldn’t have that goatish gleam in your eye!”
“Would you like to have a description?”
“No… I’ll be seeing her, myself… and if she’s all you say… maybe I’d be interested, too…”
“Well… there’s always a possibility for a nice trio!” he said, without rancor, accepting his wife’s point of view.
“Then you’ll do it?”
“For you, Darling… yes,” she said, rising from the couch to take him by the hand and leading the way to their bedroom.
Doctor Bender threw his dressing robe from him and stripped off his pajamas, then, he removed her only garment, a frilly, feminine peignoir. She stood before him, proudly naked, perfectly sculpted in living, vibrant flesh, every detail of her lovely body etched into his memory. He clasped her in his strong arms and murmured, “You won’t be sorry… Wright’s got something there for you… we’ve just got to get it started, again.”
“We…?” she questioned.
“Sure! My session with his sexy little wife is the other side of the coin!” he told her.
With mutual consent, they sank down to the soft bed, Matt stretching out to full length.and pulling his wife down on top of him. She kissed him, feelingly, then as she moved down, slithering her body, sinuously, the soft moistness of her lips trailing down across his chest to pay homage, briefly, to the two, tiny male nipples, she raised her head to say, “Of-course, this is all in the name of medical science…”
He caught her sarcastic approach. “Certainly you little bitch! It’ll kill two birds, as they say… besides I’m in the mood for a strange piece of tail… and I’m really going to enjoy my fucking work!”
Vivian grinned at him, lewdly, “You always enjoy it… don’t you?”
“Yes… and if you don’t get busy.. I’ll have to do something drastic!”
“Like what… Daddy…?” She feigned terror.
“I’ll get out that twelve inch dildo… and give you a real going over with it!”
She shivered, delicately, “Oh, Matt… you scare me to death with threats like that…” she smiled. “Will you do it right away?”
“Yeah… later,” he promised. “Now, quit talking… and use that beautiful mouth for something worthwhile!”
“All right, Darling…”
Obediently, her lips returned to his body, trailing moistly down across the still hard-muscled, flat belly, her fingernails scratching lightly over the erect length of his throbbing cock that reached up, yearningly, toward the ceiling. She hovered over him, now, on all fours, her face poised just above the blood-engorged cock-head, the warm, moist air of her breath washing over it, for a moment or two.
Matt sucked in breath, deeply as his wife knelt there over him to take his massive cock in both hands. Using her open palms, she rolled the hardened rod of flesh between them, slowly. He raised his head to watch her, as delicious sensations centered there, bringing his prick to even greater pulsing hardness. Then, with practiced expertise, she gripped the shaft of his expanding cock with both hands, and much as she were wringing dry a wet garment, her hands moved in opposite directions, gently yet firmly, several times. Laceratingly ecstatic sensations were produced, instantly, in him, and he groaned aloud. “God… Vivian… get it in your mouth… and start sucking!”
His loins thrust upward, toward her waiting lips, involuntarily, even as the warm moistness of her open lips captured the sensitive head of his wildly pulsating cock. Reaching down, he tangled his fingers, tightly, in her hair to guide and control the rhythm of her head as she began to move with slow, sure and even strokes, each one absorbing more of his hard length into her mouth and throat. With his head still raised, slightly, he watched her hollowing cheeks and nibbling, sucking lips. His watching seemed to make the sensations that much more acute and exciting; at the same time, he could feel her tongue as it swirled around and around, crazily, inside her mouth, caressing him. Then, he felt her teeth, as she allowed them barely to graze him, eliciting even stronger erotic sensations. Damn! There isn’t anybody like Vivian! She really knows how to turn a man on!
Almost all of one wall of their expensively furnished bedroom was covered with a huge plate-glass mirror. He laid back on the pillow and turned his head to look into it. He could see the entire bed; especially, he had a perfect profile view of Vivian’s face, as he began to thrust his hips up, now, in countering rhythm to her bobbing head. He could see, plainly, the shaft of his big cock moving in and out of her ovaled, lipstick-covered lips. The erotic sight caused him to jerk his loins up into her face, until in the mirror, it seemed she was taking all of it down her throat. Only a little stretch of his shaft showed, white and glistening above his hairy loins and below her tensile-tight lips. Her nose nestled into the thatch of his pubic hair, each time her lips came down, sheathingly, over him.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on each out stroke made the lust-inflated head of his cock throb and jerk with ever-increasing exquisite sexual excitement. He watched, with salacious satisfaction, in the mirror, as her lips were pulled out, clingingly, to the flesh of his prick, then stuffed back in, again, on the in stroke. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on her stimulating task, and he knew that she, too, was enjoying it as she always did.
Briefly, his mind drifted to Faye Wright. He really enjoyed introducing women like her to the first joys of uninhibited sex. He could see her now, in his mind’s eye, as he shoved his cock into her mouth for the first time. Hell! If anybody can teach her… I can! Her education is long overdue! It was really going to be fun to watch her when he pumped his hot semen down her throat… and forced her to swallow it!
“Come on, Vivian… suck it!” he grunted. “I’m getting pretty damned close… already!”
Below, his wife slaved over his big cock, doing his bidding, one hand going to his heavy, ball-laden sac, her fingers scratching lightly over its wrinkled surface; then, she trailed a tantalizing finger down to tease the sensitive little opening of his anal orifice. In the mirror he saw Vivian’s beautiful torso crouched over him, her black hair falling down, now, over his loins, the soft brushing sensation of it increasing his own pleasure. Her breasts danced, prettily, below, as her whole body was absorbed in her erotic task, and he could see tiny droplets of perspiration forming on her skin. One thing’s sure… Vivian really puts herself into it…!
He could feel the pressure building in him. It wouldn’t be long now! His cock in her mouth felt like it was expanding to even more massive dimensions. The acid burning sensation in his urethra felt like a burning fuse leading to the dynamite stick of his ready-to-explode cock. God! He felt like it was ready to explode… now!
Convulsively, his loins jerked up hard against her face. He heard her muffled voice of protest, but he ignored it. It was almost there! The building torture of the sexual tension was almost too much. He had to cum!… Then, suddenly, he felt everything give way, inside him, deep in his loins, and he felt the racing, pumping stream of semen as it hosed through the length of his cock with convulsive force. He gasped with the exquisite final release from the torturing need to cum, and gave himself over to the enjoyment of the delicious rapture of it.
His cock commenced a wild, jerking action, expanding even more in the confines of her mouth, shooting his cum, machine-gun like, without warning, into his wife’s insanely sucking mouth, filling her oral cavern with a barrage of his hot, white sperm. Her cheeks bloated out around the shaft of his cock, and he thrust his loins up into her face with a final, muscle-tensing plunge to drive his massive shaft the final centimeter into her throat. She was forced to swallow it. He had pulled her head down hard against his loins, at the same time, and he could hear her throat working as she swallowed and swallowed; then, she crooned and mewled over him.
“Keep on… sucking!” he gasped. “God! Keep… sucking!” He didn’t want it to stop… ever.
Vivian knew her husband… knew what he wanted. She kept right on sucking wildly on his jerking cock, as he continued to ejaculate his load of sperm deep into her mouth.
Finally, with one last mighty groan, the last of his cum was emptied into her hotly milking throat, but she went on, continuing to nibble and suck gently, until every last drop of it was sucked deep into her hungering belly. Then, she used her tongue to lick the deflating cock-head clean. As it returned to what she knew would be only a temporary flaccid state, she released it from her mouth and rested her head on his thigh.
Matt emitted a shivering sigh of satisfaction and relaxed down into the soft bed, his hands caressing his wife’s beautiful face, reveling in the smooth, unblemished texture of her creamy skin.
After a few moments of quiet enjoyment, she slid, sinuously up his body, captured his lips and kissed him hard, her tongue searching into his mouth, and he could taste the pungent flavor of his own seminal essence that still remained, faintly, in her mouth. Finally, when she broke the kiss and cuddled down alongside him, he murmured: “That was great… Baby Doll… just great!”
“I wanted it to be good for you, Matt… after what you did for me with your tongue on the couch…”
“MMmmnn…” he acknowledged. “I’m going to take a little nap, now… to rest up a bit!”
“All right, Darling…” she agreed, snuggling up closer to him.
She knew it was only the beginning of a wonderful day… and night… and she was terribly glad she was married to him. Most of the other professional men she knew would have been on the golf course… But, not Matt Bender. His favorite indoor sport was right there with her. Just before she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what sort of a man Bill Wright could be. I can’t imagine a man… not being able to raise an erection! She reached out to her husband’s cock… to reassure herself.