by Cyan
Copyright 1997 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"She liked them?" I asked. I wasn't at all certain about this. About why we were doing this. Glenda seemed to think it was a good idea: in fact, she had absolutely insisted we go.
"Well, she hadn't actually been yet," answered Glenda. Lori hadn't been to them? Then why were we going? Glenda thought it would improve our relationship. Marriage counselors! There wasn't anything wrong with our marriage: I knew that. Sure, it wasn't quite the same as the beginning, when we were just going out together and when we had just gotten married. How could it be? We really didn't know each other then, and in reality, we were still discovering things about each other. Even after we had been married a year or so, it was still all new to us. Now we just knew each other better. We were comfortable: we knew what we liked and had discovered how to live with each other. Not every night was going to be pure romance, and not every sex act was going to be fireworks.
But Glenda was sure we could regain some of our intimacy, as she said. I think hearing Lori mention her own plans to visit them had put this idea in Glenda's head: our marriage could be improved.
But I was willing to try it after I'd seen that Glenda had her heart set on it: after all, that is part of what I was talking about: going along with things like this with your spouse when she feels so strongly.
But I still wondered. Lori hadn't actually visited them yet?
We parked the car, entered the building, and found their door: Drs. Bryce and Bryce. A receptionist greeted us and asked us to sit down. She didn't give us any forms or anything, I supposed Glenda had taken care of any of that over the phone. After a couple of minutes, the receptionist slipped out of the room, then came back in, announcing we could go in.
The office was large and very nicely furnished and I briefly thought about what we were paying for this session. A woman of about forty greeted us and introduced herself as Mary Bryce, asking us to sit down. We sat next to each other on a sofa and Mary Bryce engaged us in a little small talk, saying that her husband would be in in a minute.
"Oh, there he is," she said as a door in the side of the office began to open.
"Good afternoon, Dan Bryce," said the man as I stood to greet him. He shook hands, looking me in the eye. He was tall and looked as if he might be a little younger than his wife, but I thought perhaps he was just the type that looks younger than his years. I introduced us and we all sat down again.
"I assume Mary has yet to tell you about our routine," said Dan. With our confirmation, he went on: "We like to begin with one-on-one sessions for a little while: it gives us the chance to find out what is on your mind and see if you have any personal issues that could be relevant." Mary smiled and nodded in agreement. It had some sense to it, though I was still feeling a little suspicious about the whole thing, including why we really had to be there.
We broke up our little meeting, and I found myself seated with Dan in another office. "So, do you know why we are here?" he asked.
Another thing I hate about these kinds of things: being put continually on the spot. "Glenda felt it would help our marriage," I said.
"Ah, yes. What do you think?"
Did he really want to hear that? "It might," I admitted.
He smiled. "Cautious," he said. Then he said: "Why do you think Glenda wanted this?"
I thought about it, then said: "I think she just remembers our relationship as being somehow... better..."
"Was it?"
"Well, it was a new relationship. It's different now, but that doesn't mean worse."
"Has Glenda told you specifically what bothers her?"
"No. At least not in so many words."
"What bothers you?"
"Nothing." He didn't respond and we just sat there looking at each other. I felt he was doing this on purpose to see if I'd change my tune and come up with something. But even seeing that, I found myself talking again: "Only little things: nothing important."
"Like what?"
I thought. "Nothing, really." He waited again, but I didn't expand.
"Don't you trust me to tell me?" he finally said.
"It isn't really anything to speak of."
"Have you told Glenda about these things?"
"They aren't that important." I realized he was making something out of nothing, but I also saw it wouldn't be possible to convince him of that at this point.
"What would she do if you told her?"
I thought about it. "I suppose she might be a little upset. I don't really know."
He didn't speak for a second, but then said: "Do you trust her?"
"Sure," I said.
"But not enough to trust her reaction? Sometimes the little things... well, relationships aren't exactly what you would call 'logical'..." He'd paused, but I didn't respond. Finally, he went on: "You don't seem to trust either of us, do you?"
"That's silly," I said. He was making so much out of something he knew nothing about.
"You know, trust is one of the major influences on the quality of a relationship. You'd agree to that, wouldn't you?"
"Well sure," I said.
"I want to try a little exercise in 'trust'. Are you game?"
An exercise? I wasn't sure I'd like this. I realized I was probably showing doubts on my face, especially when I saw a little smile on his. "It's no big deal," he said. "You do trust me, don't you?"
I stared at him. What was going on here? I felt like a fool. "OK," I said, but I don't think my voice was strong.
"Good. It's really very simple: I'll tell you something to do, perhaps a little extraordinary or outrageous, and you show your trust by doing it."
"Huh?"
"I think you understand, or you will. Are you ready?"
"No, I..." I stopped, mid-sentence. This bothered me, yet I couldn't figure out why. Maybe I did have a trust problem. Again I saw a slight smile return to his face.
"Stand up," he said. I sat there, staring at him. "Do you trust me?" he finally added.
It was so stupid, this whole thing. I think I sighed, then I stood. It was such a little thing, yet somehow this was so wrong! Him telling me to stand up like that? And I'm supposed to do it?
"Come here," he said, then added: "Come on, trust me now." I walked over toward him, then felt really funny, standing right in front of him.
He gave me an almost imperceptible nod, and somehow that made me feel better about the whole thing. Then he said: "Kneel."
I felt really funny doing that, finding myself kneeling in front of him. "You do trust me, don't you?" he said.
I couldn't find my voice. This was so wild, it was as if my ability to speak was gone. I ended up, dumbly looking back at him. "Move closer," he said.
He hadn't said anything about standing again. I walked on my knees closer to him. "Good," he said as I approached his knees. He separated his legs and nodded at the spot between them.
I found myself kneeling there, between his legs. "Good," he repeated. "You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes," I said, finally finding my voice.
"Good," he said again, looking down at me. "Trust me," he added.
I was just kneeling there, in front of him as we looked at each other. Then he said: "Unzip my pants."
I stared at him. "Trust me," he added. He nodded, but without smiling.
I found myself looking at his zipper. This was definitely outrageous. It was already crazy just to be staring there. I didn't move.
He leaned forward and took my wrist. He pulled gently. "Come on," he said, "trust me."
He had my hand to his zipper. He withdrew his. I did it: pulled it down.
"Good," he said, quietly. "Very good... Now pull out my cock."
I suddenly stared at him. He nodded again. "Do it," he added.
I couldn't believe I was doing this. Touching this man like this, between his legs! "Put it in your mouth," he said. "Don't worry: trust me."
There I was, kneeling between this man's legs, his cock in my mouth. It was soft, but somehow I could tell it was ready to harden.
"Very softly and slowly: move your lips back and forth. Not too fast."
Then I was doing it: holding this man's cock in my mouth. "Good: slowly and softly," he said after I began.
He said nothing for a while. I just kept doing it. I don't know why: this was far too outrageous for the game we were playing. Wasn't it?
His cock hardened slowly. "Slowly," he said, and repeated it occasionally. I just kept doing it more: minute after minute: it seemed like forever. Occasionally I thought about how strange this all was, but for the most part I felt like I was in a trance, not a thought in my head.
His cock was rock-hard. "Good, good: keep it slow," he said. "Trust me." He put his hands on my head, softly, almost caressing my hair. My hands were on his thighs to steady myself by this time. He was still so hard. I kept it up, slowly moving my lips back and forth. Minute after minute.
"OK, good. Now: just a little faster," he finally said. His hands started holding my head a little, and moving me into a faster rhythm. "Very good," he said. He continued holding my head, and I realized he was controlling my movements now. He increased the speed ever so slowly. "Press them nice and tight," he said. "Very good," he said after I responded. I felt his cock on the back of my throat now: it was all a little bit rougher: his grip on my head. He closed his legs until his knees were touching me.
"Good, now trust me," he repeated. It was getting wilder: we were speeding up more and more. "Press hard!" he said, louder. "Do it!"
And still we sped up. I felt like it was hard to hang on: he had complete control of me. His seat came up off the chair and he was thrusting into me, almost standing, but crouched over.
Suddenly his hands clamped my head to his cock. I felt it pressing against my throat, feeling almost like I was going to gag. His body still thrust, but now seemingly in spasms beyond his control. I felt the liquid in my throat. I swallowed instinctively.
He was sitting back in the chair, seemingly exhausted. "Suck," he said, breathing hard. My mouth was still on his softening cock. I sucked, taking care of the last bit of his semen.
"Fix me up," he said. I put his cock back in his pants and zipped him up.
"You're coming along," he said as soon as I finished. "We're done now."
I stared at him in confusion. "Go ahead," he said. I finally stood and walked out, closing the door behind me.
The receptionist immediately started looking at some papers and shuffling. I stood there for a moment, then sat. In thirty seconds, Glenda came out with Mary. Mary was smiling. "Same time next week," she said, and closed the door.
The receptionist talked to us about billing and appointments. I was in a daze and answered her questions dumbly.
Neither Glenda nor I spoke the whole way home. After a while, I realized she was acting just as shell-shocked as I felt. I glanced at her: she just stared straight ahead, not saying a word.
Once inside the house, I couldn't stand it any more. "Are you OK?" I asked.
She practically threw herself into my arms and I found myself holding her. "Kiss me," she whispered. In minutes we were in bed and it was wilder than anything in our first month together! She straddled me, lowering herself on my cock, then went absolutely wild riding me. That night and the next morning, she was naked in bed, and I was putty in her hands: she drew me into side-by-side sex almost every time we were in bed that week. And she attacked me in the living room once and ended up straddling me on the living room floor!
And I found myself taking her back to Drs. Bryce and Bryce. I thought about it. Had something about my session induced all this sex? We sure had the fireworks back even if we didn't seem to be talking more. I noticed she was just as quiet as I was. She hadn't said a word about her session, and I certainly hadn't said anything.
"Good afternoon," said Dan as I walked in. The receptionist had just told us both to go on in so our respective sessions.
"Hello," I mumbled, closing the door. I couldn't believe I was back here again. But somehow it did seem our week had been related to our previous sessions.
He'd stood and came over and sat in the chair where he'd been last session. "Take off your clothes," he said.
I stared at him, flabbergasted. Or maybe only half-shocked: part of me had been thinking that there might be more. "Do it," he said. His voice had a little edge to it. I still stood there, staring at him. "Show me you trust me," he said, just a little more gently.
He didn't say any more, but just sat there looking at me. Then he said quietly, again, "Do it." Somehow, his voice seemed kinder this time.
I felt myself slipping back into a role. Soon I was naked, standing in front of him. He smiled, and separated his legs.
He hadn't said another word, and I had his cock in my mouth again. This time naked. Still no words. I remembered to do it slowly. And not to stop, just to keep it up.
Minutes went by. He just seemed to relax there as I did it. This part was easy: much easier than the last part. I almost felt I was enjoying the tranquility of it all, or something like that.
I heard the door open behind me. "I've got the Ellison file," said a voice. The receptionist! I realized she was standing right there behind me! Me, naked, doing this!
"On my desk," said Dan. I felt his hands on my head and realized he was holding me firmly. I heard the receptionist walk in, over to his desk and put something down. Then there was no sound for a minute. Dan said nothing. Then I heard her walk out and close the door.
I kept to my task, but I felt a different kind of numbness in my mind. The receptionist seeing me like that filled my thoughts. "Nice and slowly," said Dan. I was on automatic pilot while my thoughts spun. What did she think of me? She didn't act as if anything out of the ordinary were going on. Except when she just stood there for a while after putting down his papers.
It was the same. We went on for a long time, then finally he told me to increase the tempo slowly. It was the same when he came: by that time he was gripping my head, and thrusting himself into me.
Glenda and I stood there in front of the receptionist's desk. It had ended similarly to the time before: after telling me to suck, he told me to get dressed, then informed me our session was over.
"I've scheduled you again for Thursday," said the receptionist. "They said you two are to come in twice a week."
I didn't say a thing and neither did Glenda. We were silent our whole walk back to the car. As soon as the car doors were shut, she was crawling into my lap, kissing me. She'd grabbed my head, trapping me and thrust my hand between her legs. "Make me come, now!" she whispered in my ear. I managed to get her pants down and my cock out and in her. She didn't go up and down on it like when she'd straddled me, but was wriggling continuously. We both came so hard, right there in broad daylight in the parking lot.
Thursday was very similar though the receptionist never walked in on us.
And Monday again. I wondered about myself. About Glenda. And us: the way we were reacting to all this. I had thoughts. About Glenda. She was so wild after our sessions. And the sessions continued. The receptionist had walked in on occasion after that, but otherwise they were the same: me naked, kneeling between Dan's knees. His reminders to take it slow.
It was Lori that I ran into one evening while I was a the mall, who changed things. "Glenda told me you're seeing Dan and Mary," she volunteered.
"Uh, yeah." With her referring to them by name, I realized she had certainly been there herself. She'd raised her eyebrows as she'd volunteered her information and she smiled a little when I'd mumbled my response.
"Like them?" she asked. She looked so sly. I wondered if she were laughing at me inside. I couldn't believe this was happening.
I couldn't answer. What could I say? Yes? No? They're "OK"? Then she did laugh out loud, apparently at my confusion. I can't tell you how embarrassed I felt at that moment. "You don't have to tell me," she said, still smiling, but now sounding like she was on my side. "Hey: want to know what Glenda and Mary are doing during your sessions? I'll bet I know."
What are they doing? I asked it in my mind, but I couldn't say it out loud: it would be entirely too nosy. But suddenly I had to know.
She waited a second, then smiled. "You can't tell Glenda I told you this. They're watching you through a one-way mirror," she said.
Still smiling, she looked at me questioningly, obviously waiting to see how I'd respond. I'm sure I just stood there, my mouth hanging open in shock. She turned around and walked away, her back toward me. But as she walked, she looked back over her shoulder at me once, still smiling.
I stood in the doorway: our next session. Dan sat there in his usual place. Yes, there was a mirror, on the wall toward where Mary's office was. I stared at Dan.
He was used to me acting now without any prompting. "Well?" he finally said. "Get undressed."
I didn't know what to do. He just looked at me questioningly. Finally, I started unbuttoning my shirt.
"Wait!" he said. I had my shirt half-way unbuttoned. "Come over here, and sit down." He motioned the chair where I'd sat briefly during our very first session. I did as he asked, wondering what was up.
"Did you look at the mirror?" he asked.
"Uh..."
"I saw you look at it." I guess I'd looked again while I was unbuttoning my shirt. "Why did you look at it?"
"I don't know."
"Did Glenda say something about it?"
"No!"
He didn't answer right away, but looking at the mirror, motioned with his hand. For someone to come. "Now," he said at last, "just relax. And tell me the truth." The door behind me opened. Mary and Glenda entered and Dan motioned them to sit down.
"Glenda," said Dan as soon as they had. "Did you tell your husband about the mirror?"
"No!" she said. I watched her: she looked nervous.
"He seems to know about it. How do you explain that?"
"I... I don't know," she answered.
"Now Glenda, you had specific instructions not to mention it, didn't you?" His voice was calm. He seemed so, well, civilized. But somehow he was frightening, and Glenda seemed to pick up on it too.
"I swear! I didn't say a thing!"
"Glenda," said Mary. "It is evident that he found out somehow. What are we to think?"
"I don't know," she answered. It was a whimper and she looked like she might cry.
"Glenda, stand up," said Mary.
She stood. She looked so frightened. "That's good," said Mary. "You be good now and this won't be too bad for you."
I stared at Glenda, standing there. She looked so confused and frightened. I spoke: "She didn't tell me."
They all looked at me. "It wasn't her," I added.
"Then who told you?" asked Dan.
"Lori."
The three of them stared at me, not moving a muscle. I was the only one moving, looking at each of them in turn. Finally, Dan reached over to his desk and pressed a button. "Susan?"
"Yes?" responded the voice from his intercom.
"Would you get a hold of Lori and Jim and tell them to come over?"
"You want them here now?"
"Yes. When they're here, you can send them in." He let go of the intercom and looked at us again. "I guess we can sit here and wait," he said, still in his calm voice.
It was so weird, sitting there with them, no one saying a word for minutes on end. Finally we heard voices out in the reception area, then the receptionist led Lori and her husband in. Dan got the two of them to sit in his businesslike way. The receptionist didn't leave, but stood behind us.
"Lori," started Dan. "Did you tell Tom about the mirror?"
I saw her swallow. Every eye was on her. "I guess there's no need to answer, Lori, I think it is obvious." He looked over at Mary for a moment and I thought I caught a little silent communication between them. "Go with Mary now," he said, turning back to Lori.
Mary'd stood up and Lori looked at her, then meekly followed her lead. They walked out of the room.
"Well," said Dan, his voice suddenly seeming lighter, looking back and forth between me and Jim. "I guess things have moved faster than we'd planned. I guess it's time for a more advanced exercise."
We stood there in front of him, naked: Jim and me. He just seemed to be so smooth the way he talked us into it. Glenda and the receptionist just watched. The door opened and Mary walked in. "Where's the case?" she asked.
Dan told her to look in the corner next to his desk. She picked up a leather case, slightly larger than an attache case, put it on the desk and opened it, looking over the contents. I thought she was taking something out, but then Dan said: "Take it all." She stopped, shut the case, and left with it.
We were both lying on the floor, Jim and I, on our sides, next to each other. "Slowly," said Dan, sitting in his chair watching the two of us. Glenda and the receptionist also watched. Jim and me sixty-nining.
* * *
The four of us were at Lori and Jim's house. Lori and Glenda sat on the couch watching the two of us, naked on the floor. We did it like Dan had taught us. He'd said the four of us could do this exercise on our own: we didn't need them anymore. It was usually twice a week, at our house or theirs. I thought I was pretty good at it, and it was obvious that Jim could eventually make me lose control. Afterward, Glenda was always all over me, and our sex was still as wild as it had been after our first sessions with Dan and Mary.
Glenda and Lori would watch, sitting on the couch. Occasionally I saw Lori's hand on the inside of Glenda's thigh, but usually they held hands at most. Once I looked up to see Glenda's top pushed up, but she still wore her bra. They were holding hands.
Once, they stood and walked out. Together, holding hands. I just lay there, playing my role with Jim. Slowly, minute by minute. But my mind wandered to the two of them: gone. In the bedroom?
We hadn't finished yet and Lori came back in. She was in a long t-shirt. From my position lying on the floor, I could tell she was wearing nothing under it. She walked right up to me, and lightly pushed her foot against me. "Go see Glenda," she said.
Glenda was lying on the bed, naked. She looked up at me. It was Jim and Lori's bedroom we were in. She didn't move, but just looked at me, calmly and, I thought, expectantly. I lay down next to her.
She kissed me briefly, but then she sat up. "Come here," she said.
We crept to the door, and peeked out into the living room. Lori, still in the t-shirt, was on her knees, leaning over the edge of an ottoman, and Jim was doing her from behind. She was blindfolded, and her hands were tied behind her. Glenda's hand went to my cock as we watched.
* * *
Later that week, Glenda told me we'd been invited to Dan and Mary's for dinner. We hadn't seen them since our final "session", a couple of months before. I could tell Glenda wanted very badly to go.
They were in a house, of course, and it was very nice. Dinner was rather formal compared to what Glenda and I were used to. It was just the four of us, but serving dinner was the receptionist! Somehow she seemed a little out of place: the rest of us were dressed up and she wore shorts and a lacy little top: like out-door summer clothing. And sandals. She didn't say much, but simply served us when necessary.
They treated us like old friends, and the dinner was obviously gourmet. Soon we were all sitting there, having coffee.
Then Dan pushed his chair away from the table. He looked at me and smiled. "OK, Tom, it's time for a little pleasure," he said.
I stared at him. "Stand up," he said.
And I was soon naked in front of them. The receptionist stood inside the kitchen door looking on with the rest of them.
He had me turn around. After he had me kneel in front of him, he told me to turn away from him. His fingers went to my rear. I felt something on it, and his fingers rubbing my anus. He pushed one in.
Then he was behind me. Pressing in to me. Slowly, but firmly. My hands were on the floor. Soon he was doing it to me.
It was a long time. He sped up very gradually. The women just watched. I just stayed in that position, letting him do that to me.
He came: I felt it. He held himself inside for a minute as his body spasmed, then he finally withdrew. He reached around and felt my cock. It was hard.
"I think Tom needs some relief," said Dan. He smiled at the women. "Mary?"
"No," she said, shaking her head quickly.
"Glenda?"
She stared, but didn't move a muscle. Then she shook her head, looking nervous. I thought I saw her lips mouth "no" but I didn't hear anything.
"Come on, Glenda, he's your husband. He's in a bad way."
"No."
"Now that's not very obliging of her, is it Mary?"
Mary smiled. "Come with me, Glenda," she said. She took Glenda's hand and led her toward the stairs. But she stopped, leaving Glenda at the foot of the steps for a minute as she retrieved a leather case: the one I saw at their office. Then she led Glenda upstairs, carrying the case. Glenda looked nervous.
"OK, I guess it's you, Susan," said Dan.
"No," replied the receptionist.
"Oh yes: don't worry: come here."
"Please, no!"
"Yes."
She didn't move. He stood and went to her, and took her hand. She followed him, saying nothing. He took her to the dining table, then suddenly with a quick swipe of his arm, pushed dishes and silverware away, some of it crashing on the floor, leaving the middle of the table clear from one side to the other. Then he pressed her gently against it, faced down.
Her body was on the table, her rear at the edge. He pulled her shorts down and off. Then he took a tube of something out of his pocket and started putting some of its contents on her rear. She just lay there. He unzipped again, and started pressing himself into her. In a minute, he was holding her hips, sliding in and out. He paused and motioned me toward her head at the other side of the table. "Be nice to Tom, Susan," he said.
She barely managed to look up at me, lying face down as she was. I stood in front of her. She opened her mouth. I pushed my cock in, standing opposite Dan. We looked at each other and he smiled at me. I heard a loud smacking sound from upstairs, then heard Glenda gasp. Then it was quiet up there for a minute, but after that there was another smacking sound. And another and another. Susan's mouth felt so wonderful.
I still heard smacks from upstairs, and occasionally moans. Susan was still on the table, but Dan had tied her hands behind her with a dinner napkin. I was where Dan had been, in Susan's rear. And Dan was in mine again.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.