Go back

therapy chapter 3

by jeff8788390

therapy chapter 3

My appointments were in the early evening after work, and I would always go straight home after them. It only would take me a half hour or so to make the drive, and the night of my latest, rather confusing session with Stephany was no exception. I drove home without incident, and before long I walked through the front door of my home.

I was surprised that my wife wasn't around -- she normally watched the evening news at this time of night. I called to her without her answering, and then I figured that maybe she was taking a nap. But when I quietly came into the bedroom, I was surprised at what I saw.

She was totally nude and she was thrusting her fingers in and out of her vagina. She had a faraway, lost expression on her face, and she was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn't even notice me come into the bedroom.

She was using both hands to stimulate herself, and she was furiously panting and gyrating on the bed. With each thrust, she was moaning, "Cunt ... cunt ... cunt ..."

Although she had been masturbating regularly for several weeks by then, I had never seen her get this much into it. Normally, she would just take 5 or 10 minutes to "relieve her urges" as she would put it, and this would always be a fairly mechanical process.

I felt strangely detached and unaroused by all this. I just calmly watched her work herself more and more into a frenzy until she finally brought herself to by far the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen her experience. She literally screamed with pleasure as she bucked wildly on the bed and furiously thrust her hands against her grating crotch.

After a short time her spasms subsided, and as she calmed down, she languidly opened her eyes and saw me standing there. "Oh ... hi," she said absently. "I didn't see you. How long were you there?"

"Oh, maybe 5 minutes," I replied, somewhat embarrassed at not letting her know I was watching. "I guess I should have said something, but ... well, I didn't want to disturb you."

"Oh, that's OK," she replied distantly. "I doesn't matter."

Her attitude disturbed me. She always had been shy and modest. She never used language like "cunt", not even in the midst of our lovemaking, and she certainly never behaved so shameless about her arousal. But what was the most disquieting was her lack of embarrassment at me seeing her this way -- that was very much out of character for her.

I hesitantly and gently asked her about this change in her, and this caused her to act as if she suddenly woke up, and she became just as confused about the whole thing as I was. She explained that Stephany had called her and explained to her that I had reached a new, delicate phase in my therapy, and that she was very encouraged by my progress. The therapist went on to explain to my wife that it was more important than ever that we don't disturb my "delicate balance" if the therapy was to succeed.

My wife was relieved to hear of my progress, and she was very understanding about this. She told me that she was about to say goodbye and hang up when the therapist asked her if her long sexual abstinence was difficult for her. She explained to the therapist that it sometimes was, but that she understood that these things take time. The therapist then asked her how her masturbation was going, and my wife said that she soon found herself sharing all sorts of intimate details about it with Stephany. She said that she felt much more comfortable discussing this than she had expected.

I thought to myself that this is just the effect the doctor was having on me, but I didn't share that with my wife in fear of violating the doctor's instructions about sharing anything about the theraputic experience.

My wife went on to explain that after a few minutes of openly discussing her masturbation, Stephany asked her if she was feeling aroused right then. My wife replied that in fact she was, and explained to me how she described to the Doctor how it felt. After a short time, she found herself getting more turned on than she could ever remember feeling, and with the doctor's encouragement, she began to play with herself. She said that she vaguely remembers hanging up the phone, and the next thing she knew she was cumming wildly, and then a moment later she noticed me standing there.

All this was vaguely disturbing to me, but for some reason, I couldn't focus my mind on what was bothering me. Then my wife said something else: "You know," she added with slight confusion, "I just remembered one other thing Stephany said. It was right before we hung up. She said, 'If you ever find yourself worrying about Mark [ me ], just let it go and give yourself what I know you need. He's doing just fine.' I didn't think about it at the time, but now I feel kind of wierd about that."

It made me feel uneasy too, as it made me realize what had just been bothering me: the therapist seemed to be sexually seducing my wife into not worrying about what was going on between me and the therapist. I felt guilty about this, but for the first time in my life, I decided to be devious to my wife and play dumb.

"What's wierd about that for you?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," my wife said, still a bit confused. "I can't put my finger on it."

Apparently Stephany had given my wife some sort of suggestion to not think or worry about this. Normally, this would have gotten me outraged, and I would have rushed to my wife's rescue. But all I felt was a small amount of guilt, some vague uneasiness, and a deep sense of relief that the doctor was seeing to it that my sexual feelings for her wouldn't be discovered by my wife.

"Well," I replied calculatingly. "Maybe you were just uneasy because of the fact that you were talking to her about your masturbation. You _are_ rather private about that, you know."

She looked up at me with pained suspicion for a second or two, but then her expression changed to one of calm acceptance, and she said, "Yeah ... I guess that's it. I guess I'm just surprised that I was so comfortable with her. She must be a pretty good doctor, huh?"

I agreed with her cheerfully, and then my wife laughed and admonished me jokingly not to discuss my therapy, per my therapist's instructions. She then dropped the subject and we got ready for dinner.


Add a Comment