Clarissa

by Alamo Preacher

  

Session One

Clarissa was both the most interesting and the most unusual of my patients in a very long time. She would have insisted that she wasn't unusual, but, at least when she first began visiting me I believed that she was probably unique.

She was first referred to me by her own doctor, who believed that Clarissa's back-pain problems were psychosomatic, and had a mental, rather than physical cause. In fact, as it turned out, Clarissa had a spinal problem, and her back pain was entirely treatable with surgery, but when she appeared in my clinic I had been given the impression by the referral that she was suffering from some sort of stress-related illness. It was my job to discover what was causing the stress and advise Clarissa how to address it. That I failed to find the problem may make me seem like a very poor psychiatrist, but in my defence, Clarissa was a very unusual patient.

What first struck me about her was her remarkable physical beauty. She was petite, but generously proportioned. She had what my Mother would have called an hour-glass figure, and what a man would have called voluptuous. She was curvy, with large breasts and wide hips. She wore her hair either in a simple ponytail or a moussed and blow-dried wave. Her classic shape allowed her to carry off what would have looked tarty on many other women. Looking past her obvious appearance though, Clarissa had a kind of inner-beauty. She smiled a lot, and laughed easily. She was open and honest and, to use an old-fashioned word, charming. She seemed so well adjusted, that my first reaction was to discount her doctor's referral. Nobody this positive and happy could be suffering stress-related backache. To my credit though, I decided to try to look past this first impression and to dig a little deeper to see if there was anything in her life that might cause some sort of psychological inner conflict. In fact, this theory was entirely wrong, but at the time, I think I supposed that her sunny disposition was just too good to be true.

Perhaps I liked her a little too. I have to confess that I enjoyed her company at our first session, and even a normal middle-aged heterosexual woman can be charmed by a pretty face and an easy smile. Of course, once I had dug a little deeper, I believed that I had found a mother-lode of potential problems and neuroses, but at first, Clarissa seemed like what she was, a beautiful, happy, newly-wed, with a sore back.

My notes from our first session reflected my usual first analysis. She was twenty-eight, married for just one year. She worked as a photographer and had a seemingly happy home life. She and her husband had met at a camera club in college and shared an interest in filmaking and photography. He was some sort of engineer - a web-designer and they had a small apartment together which they'd bought just after getting married. She had no history of mental health problems nor had her husband. It was near the end of our session, when I'd begun to suspect that there was nothing to find and was considering the possibilty that her problems were physiological rather than mental that I first noted something with potential.

I'd asked about their lovemaking - wondering if perhaps in their newly-wedded ardour that Clarissa and her husband Gary had overstretched her back - perhaps in some odd position, and that her Doctor had missed this from being too coy about asking about such physical causes.

Her answer was strange. And I underlined a word on my pad. "Allow".

"Oh, no, I don't allow Gary to enter me like that. Or at least I haven't in a long time."

"Allow?"

"Well, yes. I mean, you're asking if maybe I'd thrown my back during sex? Well, no, that's impossible, or at least with Gary it would be. We haven't had penetrative sex in months."

"With Gary."

"Yes. I suppose I could have hurt my back, having sex with someone else, and to be honest, it does hurt a little when I'm on my back, but I haven't had a really good hard session with anyone in quite a while. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm having sex okay, but I really don't think that's the cause of my back pain."

Of course, all kinds of alarm-bells were going off in my head at this. Sex with other men? After only one year of marriage? Not allowing her husband to have penetrative sex with her? It all seemed so incongrous, and out-of-step with her demeanour. She'd mentioned all this, seemingly in passing as if such things weren't unusual. She must have noticed my surprise.

"You look shocked."

"Maybe I've misunderstood you." I said. "Are you having extra-marital affairs?"

"Well, I wouldn't call them affairs. I mean, obviously Gary knows what I'm doing, so they're not really affairs if he knows, but yes, I mean, I have an active sex life."

"So, you are swingers." I said.

She laughed. "Well, I suppose so. That's such an old-fashioned word though, like out of the seventies, and no, we're not really. I mean Gary isn't anyway. I wouldn't let him have sex with someone else. Or at least I haven't yet. But yeah. I swing." She arechered her eyebrows when she said it and giggled. "I mean, I have sex with other men. But nothing rough, you understand. Nothing that would throw out my back, and definitly not recently when my back has been sore. I usually prefer either, you-know, doggy-style or else me on top, or cowgirl? You know what that means? Or oral - but I mean, I keep my back straight."

I underlined "Allow" again, and added, "Multiple partners, "Denial of her husband." and "Swinging."

"I see."

She frowned a little. "I wouldn't have thought that that was so unusual, at least not these days. I mean, a woman being dominant in bed doesn't mean she's mentally unbalanced anymore. Nymphomania has been removed from the dictionary of mental problems, right?"

"Actually, no, it hasn't. But you're right, it has a different meaning these days, and having an alternative sexual lifestyle doesn't necessarily point to some sort of mental problem, no. It's just a little unusual."

She looked worried.

"I hope you don't think that this has something to do with it, because I certainly don't think so. I mean, I've always had a lot of sexual partners, and my back pain has only recently started."

"Just since your marriage."

"No. I mean, yes, since then, but not straight after, just in the last three to four months, and we've been married for just over a year."

"And how soon after your marriage did you start, or restart to have multiple partners?"

"No, that's not it. I mean, I didn't stop, or restart, I had several partners, before and after the wedding. Like, even during the honeymoon, so there wasn't something different that prompted the back pain."

I underlined "Honeymoon" and added an exclamation mark.

We were coming to the end of the first session. I made a decision.

"You're probably right. But clearly there's something causing your back pain. Since Dr. Kendon hasn't been able to come up with a physical cause with all these tests." I indicated the pile of papers and printouts that had come in Clarissa's medical history file. "Then we ought to explore some more possibilites. We were always unlikely to come up with something in this first session, so I think we should look at scheduling a series of further sessions, maybe even with your husband too if necessary."

She regarded me suspciously.

"You think it's the sex, right. I wish I hadn't mentioned it now because I really don't think that's it. It could be something stressful, but I mean, our marriage is really great. I love Garym, and he loves me. Just because we have a slightly unusual sex life doesn't mean that that has to be the cause of the pain. I mean, woudn't I feel anxious about it if it were causing stress."

"Probably not, but usually in these cases the stress is lifestyle related - it doesn't have to be sex, but maybe something else in your relationship, your job, your family life. I'm not going to draw any conclusions after just one session."

She seemed a little more convinced.

"Okay." She said. "I suppose if we need to talk more, I can keep an open mind."

"And so will I."

We arranged some further sessions, and she left, still a little dubious I thought.

Of course, I was convinced it was sex, and that the problem was related to repressed guilt at her cuckolding of her husband, which manifested itself as back-pain so that she was unable to have sex in the missionary position - the classic married couple sexual position. Any therapist would have drawn the same conclusion, despite what they might say about keeping an open mind and exploring different possibilities.

Should I have come straight out with this theory? Probably not, since Clarissa clearly harboured a lot of denial along with the guilt. A classic case. I made a note to consult the literature on marriage and infidelity guilt before our next session.

 

 

Occasionally, I discussed some of my cases with my own husband. He was a medical doctor, and I often valued his opinion on cases, not as a doctor, but as a man. Not for any particular reason, I found myself mentioning this case to him while we lay in bed the following Sunday evening..

"I can understand it, yes." He said.

"Which? The denial of sex or the extra partners?" I asked, a little surprised at his casual acceptance of what seemed, to me, to be pretty way-out sexual practice.

"Both. Really, they're related. I'm surprised you find it so surprising. Isn't this fairly common?"

"Well, perhaps, but not all that common. And, I suppose, what actually surprised me was that she didn't really seem the type. She wasn't vampish, or slutty, or what I imagine a Dominatrix to be. I mean, I don't expect her to be wearing a leather corset and carrying a riding crop, but she seemed so normal."

"Well, there's two of them in it, this will be as much about him as her."

I considered this.

"You're thinking of bringing him in too, so you can check him out, aren't you."

I was, but didn't like to admit it.

"Be careful." He said, as he turned over to sleep. "These people may not need you poking about in their lives."

"She's come to me for help, there's clearly something wrong." I retorted.

"Give her a back-rub." Suggested my husband, muffled by his pillow.

I smiled and put down my notebook. We occasionally joked about me sleeping with another woman. Dan had once confessed that he fantasised about me having a lesbian lover. I'd teased him about having such a chauvanistic, schoolboyish fantasy, but in fact it did intrigue me. I had had some almost-but-not-quite-lesbian relationships in college, and in fact, had had sex with another woman on a few occasions before I'd been married. I'd never actually told Dan about that, and felt that it was in my reckless past, but I had to admit to being intrigued, and a little excited about the idea of doing it again.

I turned down the light and wriggled my arms around my husband.

"Would you like to watch while I gave her a massage?" I asked, impishly, my hands snaking around his torso..

"Mmmmmm" He murmered, sleepily, but I could tell he was awake.

I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered.

"You'd like to watch while we played with each other, wouldn't you?"

"Mmmmmpffff."

"She's really beautiful, and totally uninhibited. I wonder if she swings both ways?"

He let out a little chuckle. I pressed myself against his back and moved one hand into his pyjamas, while I breathed hotly into his ear..

"Imagine." I whispered. "You come home from the clinic early to find that I've brought my work home with me. We're in bed together, our bed. Clarissa Williams and I. You come into the bedroom to find your wife kneading this strange woman's breasts as she licks and caresses her between the legs with her eager tongue."

He twisted around to face me, and I swung one leg over his body to sit astride him. He was already getting hard. I was enjoying this, feeling wanton and sexy. After ten years of marriage, things naturally were a little stale, we only had sex occasionally, and Dan sometimes couldn't get or maintain an erection. He din't seem to have any trouble now though. I smiled down at him and leaned in close again.

"You stand there transfixed as I just look up and smile at you, then lower my face to her pussy again and stroke her clit hard with my tongue and suck her between my lips."

I slowly scooted down my husband's body, pulled down his pyjamas and, with a wide smile, slurped his cock into my mouth. He gasped and stiffened as I rolled my tongue around the head of his cock, gently sucking on him.

"Oh, God, Jenny." He gasped. "Would you?"

I was shocked at what he said. He probably really meant it. he often would admit things during sex that he wouldn't admit otherwise, but still, I was surprised. After tongueing him a little more, I released his penis from my mouth and moved up on his body again, lying on his chest. I kissed him, and wriggled myself back agin , to find the end of his cock with my parted pussy lips. I found him, and nudged the tip just inside myself. I felt him try to buck himself more deeply into me, but moved forward to stay in control.

"Ah ah ah." I admonished. "Not so fast. Maybe I want something else."

"Jesus, Jenny, what? What do you want?"

I brushed his face with my breasts. They were large and still in very good shape. My nipples gently caressed his lips. Unerstanding, he opened his mouth and swirled my nipples with his tongue. He sucked on me, first one and then the other, as I wriggled my sex against the straining tip of his cock.

"Mmmmmm. Good girl." I said, as if this were Clarissa sucking on my breasts. For a moment I could picture her greedily fastened onto my breasts, could feel her tongue rolling my hard nipple against the roof of her mouth.

"Aaaaaah." said Don. "Say it again."

I looked down at him. What did he mean? Then I understood. This was a little kinkier than I'd been anticipating, but Don had got into his rôle a bit more than I had expected.

"Good girl." I said again. The idea was a little silly, but I was enjoying myself immensely and Don seemed to be too, so I made an effort to go with it.

"Mmmm. That's nice honey. Your mouth is so soft on my breasts. Now how would you like to go down on me?"

He nodded vigourously and I rolled off him and scooched myself up on the pillows to lie back. He grinned at me and moved between my legs. I closed my eyes and imagined he was my voluptuous patient with the huge doe-eyes. He was gentle, slow and soon I found myslef building towards a sexual high that I hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Mmmmm. You like that don't you Clarissa." I said, surprising myself with how throaty my voice had become. "You make me feel so good."

And it was true. This was great, better than any sex we had had in a long time. I resolved to try to do something for Don that he would really like in return. For the moment though, I savoured the feel of his mouth as he eagerly pleasured me, encouraging him, with moans of "Good girl" and "Sweet honey." every now and again. He was particularly attentive, and made no move to try to move up and mount me as I would have expected. That would have been okay too, but I was particularly enjoying being served like this, especially the slightly kinky fantasy of treating him like my girlfriend. As my orgasm built, I sat up a little and moved my hands to the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair and moaning my pleasure and delight to him. "Oh Clarissa, Oh yes, oh your sweet tongue, oh fuck yes, that's so good, oh my sweet girl, oh yesssssss."

Like the newest and most attentive lover he swept me over the edge with his tongue and coasted me all the way down again, rubbing my throbbing clit with his fingers and kissing my thighs and belly as I subsided.

I pulled him up to me and smothered him with kisses.

"That was fantastic." I whispered to him. "I love you. Just as much as when we were first married. Thank you, thank you."

I felt for his cock, and was surprised to find it just as hard as it had been, if not harder. He hadn't lost any of his erection, despite the fact that it had had little or no attention since he'd started to pleasure me.His hands had been kneading my breasts, so he couldn't have kept hard manually.

"Oh no. Thank you." He said. "That was wonderful."

"But you haven't come." I said. "Let me return the favour."

He looked a little uncomfortable.

"Jenny, actually..." He began, but broke off.

"No, please tell me, you're so good to me. I want to give you something back."

"It's okay, it's just, you know, what you were saying before...."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I suspected. He might have meant about actually asking me to sleep with another woman. That was out of the question. There was no way that I would do that for real, especially with him watching. I hoped that wasn't what he meant, but I was afraid he was about to blurt something like that out, which would be embarrasing for us both and would definitley spoil the moment.

I had a flash of inspiration. Once before, he's also admitted that in the past he had tried on some of my lingerie. He'd been embarrased about it, I didn't think he had done it that often, and I'd never acted on it before, but now seemed like a good time to try, especially if it would head off an embarassing request that we would both regret later.

"Wait right there." I said, and scampered off the bed. I opened my lingerie drawer and took out a few items, including a black satin slip. I brought them back to the bed and held the slip up to him.

"Would you like to try it on?" I asked, with a smile.

He bit his lip. His face seemed to go through an agonising contortion. I hadn't expected such a strong reaction to what was, after all, just a harmless piece of underwear.

"Yes." he gasped at last.

I smiled, trying to reassure him. I moved closer on the bed and kissed him, allowing the silky garment to gently fall into his lap.

"Would Clarissa like to try it on?" I asked, again.

He nodded, his face still working with emotion.

I gathered it up and lifted it over his head. Don raised his arms and I let it fall over him.

I smiled again, and pushed him back onto the bed. I straddled him again and showed him what else I had - a couple of pairs of nylon tap pants. I smiled again, holding up a black pair.

"I think these would look good on you Clarissa." And I tugged them up his legs and over his rigid cock.

"Mmmmm. Clarissa. They do suit you." I purred. I wondered if this was what he wanted. He seemed to be entranced, and his cock was certainly signalling that he was enjoying it. I smiled again and tugged his cock a little freer from the soft panty. I wrapped it in another pair, and stroked him slowly with them, while swirling my hand over his chest, caressing him through the silky slip.

"Oh fuck, he gasped."

"Oh Clarissa, you bad girl." I giggled and I felt his body stiffen in anticipation.

I was amazed, only a couple of strokes and he was on the point of coming. This was a revelation. If it would encourage him to pleasure me like he had before I was only too happy to oblige. This was much better than the sweaty humping that we were both used to. I slowed my stroke and moved up towards him.

"Does my girlfriend like when her Jenny strokes her?" I whispered, huskily.

"Oh yes. Thank you Jenny." He gasped.

"Mmmmm. You just let Jenny make you feel good." I murmured and resumed my slow strokes. I could tell how close he was to coming, and kept him teetering on the edge for several long, slow minutes.

"I likd what you did for me before Clarissa." I said, as he twitched and strained beneath me.

"I liked it too." He breathed between strokes.

"Good. I think I like having a sweet girlfriend. One who likes to give as well as receive." I said.

"Oh Jenny." He gasped.

"I love you." I said by way of reply, and speeded my panty-covered hand ever so slightly.

"Come on now Clarrie." I said. "Come for Jenny. Come for Jenny." And I felt him spasm and spurt into the waiting panties.

Later, as we snuggled together, I asked him if he had enjoyed what we had done.

"Oh God yes." He replied, emphatically.

"I did too." I said. "You seemed very worked up though."

"Well, it's kind-of embarrasing I suppose. I'm not sure how I feel about you seeing that side of me."

I moved his head around to face me.

"I love it, and I love you." I said, trying to sound as frank and sincere as possible. I had enjoyed making love with him like this a lot, and I didn't want him to feel ashamed or embarrased about it. If he liked to wear my panties, I was perfectly happy, especially if it brought out his tenderer side. We fell asleep together, more satisfied and happier than we had in a long time.

 

Session Two.

Of course, I tried to put all this out of my mind before the next session with Clarissa. I decided that I would try to probe her early sexual experiences and see if there was any conflict there. Usually destructive promiscuity was rooted in low self-esteem, often caused by problems in early childhood. That's not to say that promiscuity was always a problem - someone with a high sex drive and an outgoing personality could have a very large number of causal partners and,if careful about STDs might have no ill effects.

Clarissa's behaviour seemed a little extreme however. I wanted to understand her attitude to sex and how she felt about her own behaviour and see if she had some latent guilt or shame about what she was doing. If so, her continuation of a variant lifestyle after her marriage might cause her a lot of stress and manifest itself as a suitably difficult to diagnose illness, like back pain.

Often, it can be difficult, even painful for someone to face up to conflicts in their personality or behaviour. I expected some resistance from Clarissa to discussing these matters, especially after my clumsy questioning at our first encounter. I planned to be firm but subtle and to get her to draw out her own problems with some guided discussion.

So, I felt I was well prepared when she appeared for our second session, but when she walked into my office, seeing her again suddenly made me remember my fantasy with Don the previous Sunday night. My heart skipped a beat, my chest constricted, and I felt that familar tingle between my legs.

"Jesus, I'm in love." I thought.

And she certianly looked lovely. Clarissa was wearing a short tartan skirt and tan pantyhose, with a classic white blouse. Her hair was in a ponytail and her face had only the faintest trace of makeup. She managed to make the simple outfit look unbelievably sexy though, and when she sat and crossed her legs, I found myself sneaking a glance at the soft line that formed between her thighs. She gave me a huge smile.

"Hi Jenny." She said. "You look great."

To my actute embarassent, her disarmingly frank compliment made me blush. What was up with me? My professional manner had just dissipated as soon as she'd walked in. It was true though. I'd deliberatly taken some extra time over my appearance this morning. I'd done up my hair, worn a more feminine skirt and jacket than usual, picked out my best jewellry and my most expensive scent. I'd kidded myself that I just wanted to treat myself with a bit of extra care and attention, but really, it was because I knew I'd see Clarissa today.

"Thanks, you look lovely yourself." I replied. trying to cover my embarassement by examining my notes, but probably just looking like an idiot.

"Do you want me to lie down on your couch?" She asked.

"Ehhh, no." I replied. "Actually, I never ask my patients to lie down, I think it makes people self-concious. But if sitting at my desk is too formal, we could both sit there, if you like."

By way of answer, Clarissa just got up and walked over to the couch and sat down.

My couch was a low, soft affair. I'd spent quite a bit of money on it, when I'd first fitted out my office. I went over and sat down beside her, taking my notepad with me. Clarissa had sat at one end, but when I sat at the other, she half turned to face me, kicked off one of her pretty heels and tucked her stockinged leg beneath her. I tried to shake the inexplicable fluttering that started in my belly as I watched her do this.

"Right. Let's get started." I said. "Just relax, and try to be as open and honest as you can. Some of these questions may make you uncomfortable, and that's okay, we don't have to talk about anything that you don't want to, just say so, and we can move on."

She nodded.

"So, Clarissa, tell me about your first sexual experience."

It wasn't anything unusual, Clarissa seemed to have had a fairly normal childhood. She had been a bit of a tomboy, and got into trouble at school when she was younger, but there was nothing surprising in her early childhood or upbringing. She chatted away, elaborating on things I probed about, and I didn't get the impression she was hiding anything. In college, she'd had a lot of boyfriends. I asked if she'd ever been seeing two at the same time. There, she began to be a little more defensive. It came down to the question of what constituted a casual relationship.

Clarissa had had a lot of casual relationships with boyfriends in college. Occasionally she'd slept with someone, but didn't feel that this automatically meant that she was in a monogomous, or exclusive relationship. She mentioned several times that she would make it clear to her partners that she wasn't "going out" with them, and said that usually boys were okay about that.

"Was there ever a time when that was a problem? Say, a boy wasn't happy for you to sleep with someone else, soon after you'd slept with him? Or say, someone who was hurt when, even after sex, you weren't prepared to commit."

"No. I mean, I can see how that could happen, but I'm always very careful not to hurt someone. If I liked someone, and wanted to have sex with them, I'd always make it clear first, that this was just a fun, fiendship, kind of thing, and that it didn't mean that we would be exclusive."

"And that always worked out okay?"

"Well, yes. I can see how you might find that hard to believe, but I've been lucky, and careful too. Sometimes, someone will say that they would be okay with that, but you'd know. You know what I mean? You'd know that really, they wouldn't be okay. And then I wouldn't have sex with them. And sure, there were a couple of men, and maybe a couple of women too, that I suppose, developed a crush on me. I don't mean to sound big-headed, but I suppose you could say, I've broken some hearts, but I never got into a really bad situation with anyone, where they got really hurt, or got the wrong impression."

"Okay. There's another thing I wanted to ask about too. I know, it may seem that I'm really harping on your sexual history..."

"That's okay."

"Okay, well, if you had a number of sexual partners in college, especially if they weren't one after the other, did you ever feelthat you were getting a reputation? "A reputation?"

"Yes, like other women or men saying things behind your back?"

"Like what kind of things?"

"That you were promiscuous, calling you a slut, that kind of thing?"

She gave me a hurt look.

"Do you think that I'm a slut?"

"No. I'm not making a judgement, but people often do, and gossip can be hurtful."

She didn't look convinced.

"You say you're not making a judgement as if you're very detached, like a therapist should be, but what do you think? As a person? Do you think what I do is wrong?"

I was easily able to keep my professional front in place.

"No, but I can't imagine that your college friends didn't talk about you, and that you would have been unaware of that. You seem hurt now."

"I am. You're insulting me, in a backhand way, it seems."

I softened a little.

"No, I'm not. If I am, I'm sorry. I don't mean to upset you. I'm trying to find if there is anything in your lifestyle that might cause unhappiness, and this line of questioning seems to make you unhappy."

"Yes. I'm not saying I'm perfect, or that the things that people say don't hurt. And yes, sometimes people would judge me or say cruel things about me, but not anyone I cared about, so I could just brush it off."

"Okay. Let's talk about your husband."

She made an effort to brighten up, but I couldn't help but feel that we'd lost a little of our innocence.

"Okay, first off. Would you have any objection to his coming in to see me."

"No. In fact I mentioned to him that you had said you might want to talk to him too already, and he was okay with that. Would that be alone, or with me there too?"

"With you there. These sessions are about you, not him, really."

"Okay."

"Well, tell me a bit about him first."

She talked about Gary easily, with all the enthusiasm and disarming candour of a newly-wed in the first flush of love. I found it hard to reconcile her decription of this clever, funny man with someone who would be happy to let his wife sleep around, and not sleep with him. As she talked, she brightened more and more, talking about the time they spent together, and their plans for the future. Eventually, I tried to steer her towards talking about their sex life.

"So, you said before that you don't have sex with him."

"No, I didn't say that, just that I don't allow him to penetrate me. We have sex okay. You were asking before if you thought I might have hurt my back during sex."

"Yes, I was. Okay, do you think he is satisified by the sex you do have?"

"Oh yeah. Of course, he's always telling me how happy he is. I mean, when I say I don't allow him, that's not really the full picture. I mean, he would want to, but it's a mutual thing, he likes to be denied. It's kind of hard to explain, but well, he likes me to be in control sexually, and not allowing him to enter me is like the ultimate control. What I mean is, if he really asked to make love to me, then I would, straight away. I love him."

"So, you would say that he likes you to have a dominant sexual role?"

"Definitely."

"And would you say that you like to be dominant?"

"Yes, definitley, with him."

"And if this isn't too odd a question, whose idea was it to introduce the idea of denying him penetrative sex during your lovemaking?"

"Well, that's a bit hard to say. I suppose the idea of it, the idea that he is submissive and that I control our lovemaking has always been there, but we have increased the level of that over time. I suppose it's a gradual thing, that we test out what we like and see how the other reacts and go with what is good."

"And would the same apply to you taking other partners?"

"Sure, obviously when we first met, it was pretty clear that Gary liked to be submissive and that I was very aggressive sexually, so it wasn't like a surprise, or something that came out of the blue. At the beginning when we were first going out together, I said to him, and I've said it since, that if he wants I would be exclusive to him."

"And would you feel denied then?"

"No. Not really. I mean, well, actually, that's an interesting question. I suppose, not any more than anyone who's in a monogomous relationship."

"But you would give up having sex with other men."

"And women."

"You're bisexual?"

"Sure. Didn't I mention that? I thought I did."

"Actually, you were kind of ambiguous. You always refer to partners, or 'other people'."

"You noticed that?" She smiled.

"I did."

"Actually, when you asked, would I feel denied if I gave up sex with other people besides Gary, I considered saying that I wouldn't if I had to give up sex with other men. Because, in fact, I wouldn't really mind that, but I think I would feel a little denied if I could no longer have sex with women."

"Because you would miss, just being with other women?" "Yeah, kind-of. I mean, if I was only ever having sex with Gary, then I would be kinda missing out on a whole other side of my sexuality. It wouldn't be that big a deal. I could be happy with Gary, but I think I would miss sex with women."

"That's interesting."

"It is, isn't it. I'd never considered that before. Can I ask you something, I mean, like you say, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and you can just say so, but have you ever made love to another woman?"

"I don't want to be unfair, but this session is about you, not me, so I hope you don't mind if I don't answer that."

"That's okay. It's just that I like to think that I can tell when a woman is attracted to me, and you seemed to be, so I thought that I would just ask."

"I'm afraid that's a little too personal, and obviously, the rules about therapists and patients..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Can we just forget that I said it?"

"Sure. Okay, I just want to ask you one more thing. If you and Gary weren't together, and you were in a long-term relationship with another woman, and she asked you to be totally faithful to her, would you be okay with that?"

"Well, I don't like the word 'faithful'. I am faithful to Gary now, but to answer your question, if I think I know what you're asking - I'd be okay with that, but I don't think I'd ever actually get into that kind of a relationship. While I am bisexual, I don't know that I'd ever really settle down with another woman. It would be too difficult. I want children, and there's such prejudice. Maybe I'm just not enough of a lesbian."

"I'm sorry Clarissa, you said that you are faithful to Gary now? Surely if you sleep with other men you're not being faithful."

"No. Being unfaithful means that you are lying to someone, and I don't lie to him, ever."

I considered this for a moment. I was inclined to agree. The literal sense of the word was being untruthful, but I could not accept that her husband would see it like that. The core of my theory about Clarissa though, was that she was conflicted about her own behaviour. What Gary thought didn't really matter. She was so sure of herself, so confident. Was I wrong? Was there something else?

"And what about your lovers? Do you ever lie to them?" I was fishing now, and I think she could tell.

"No. Like I was saying before, I would never sleep with someone if I thought it would hurt them or me, so naturally, I would never lie to them. In fact, I make sure hey understand everything about me and my relationship with Gary. It's not actually that hard to find people who are okay with this kind of thing. Surely you know there are clubs and ways of contacting people of a like mind."

"I suppose." I said. "Let's talk about Gary for a while."

She warmed to her subject again, not hiding her simple happiness and pride in him. She repeatedly mentioned how gentle and caring he was. I asked if this was what had attracted her to him in the first place.

"Mmmmm. No, I don't think so. In fact I think it was his honesty that attracted me. He's such a clever person, but he has no guile or deceit, which is unusual. At least that's what he's like with me."

"Would you say that he's feminine?"

"No, not really. I mean, he is effeminate, but that's not really the same thing."

"Would you say that he's a sissy?"

She laughed. "I'm sorry, that's such a prejudiced word, I'm just surprised you would use it."

"Well, even so. You know what I mean by that."

"Of course, and literally yes, I do say that he's a sissy. I think if you can understand that when I say that to him, it's a term of love and affection rather than abuse, then you can understand our relationship."

I think it was around then , when she said that, that I began to have doubts about my diagnosis of her back pain. Unfortunately, our session was almost up. Mentally, I made a note to get a referral for a back specialist to have another look at her symptoms. However, I still wanted to go through with the session with both of them, and I arranged it with her for the following week. She agreed and we parted. I wryly noted that she grimmaced as she got up from the sofa, her back was clearly quite sore.

"Yes." She said. "I'm really hoping this therapy is going to help. I'm at my wits end with it, and it seems to be getting worse if anything."

I told her I hoped it would help too and we parted.

I'm not sure if it was Clarissa's frank description of her unusual relationship or something within myself that intrigued me so much. In any case, I couldn't help thinking about her all day. Even while in sessions with other patients, I found myself daydreaming about what their lives must be like. After my last session of the day, I found myself wandering off to imagine what it must be like when she deliberatley slept with other men with her husband's knowledge. The idea both thrilled and shocked me, and I was annoyed with myself for allowing my professional senses to be so overwhelmed by these ideas.

In the end, I decided that I would be better off trying to sate my curiosity, at least at an intellectual level, so I gathered what reference material on the subject as I could find in my office and went home early.

At home, I made myself a snack and curled up on the settee with all my material to read as much as I could. I read a little about humilation and submission as sexual activities, and a little on mymphomania and sexual aggression in women, all of which were rather dry, but then I discovered some case studies from the U.S. of domme-sub relationships within married couples. The studies were fairly recent and were sociological rather than clinical in nature. The more I read, the more intrigued I became. I made some notes, more from habit than anything else, but I would have to admit that I was reading more out of my own very strong curiosity rather than for professional research.

I was still engorssed in my reading when Dan came home. For a moment I started guiltily, considering trying to hide the material I was reading. He may have noticed my guilty look, because he smiled down at me and glanced at one of the journals.

"Psycho-sexual role-play as therapy." He read. "Hmmm. More research for your back- pain patient?" He asked.

"Yes. Kind-of, although I'm beginning to think that her back pain is physiological, and that I'm wasting my time."

"Well, wouldn't that be better confirmed by a back specialist rather than all this?" He quizzed. "Unless you're enjoying reading all this."

"Oh please." I countered. "Can you really see me wanting to join some sort of swingers group where they swap wives with key rings?"

He smiled. "Maybe not, but maybe I could see you getting excited by the idea of it."

Maybe Dan knew me better than I realised. Even hidden in the dry prose of a psychological journal, the matter of fact descriptions of women taking dominant sexual roles and having multiple partners were tinglingly intriguing. I had to admit to being excitedd by it, but my reservations were numerous and immense. How could any loving relationship survive organised, open infidelity. It just flew in the face of everyhting I believed.

"Well, we're going to dinner with the Andersons this evening. If you want to do some practical research, there's no better place." He said.

I laighed. The Andersons were old friends, and old-fashioned in seventies liberal kind of way. Dan and I had often joked that we though Frank and Lily practised some sort of wife- swapping activity. They certainly had both had affairs over the years and gave the impressression of having rather louche and dissipated lifestyle. Not that there was any ac,tual evidence that they had anything other than a totally normal suburban existence.

Later, after we'd had a light snack and were getting ready to go out, Dan came up behind me as I sat at my vanity, half-dressed, putting on my make-up. Daringly, he put his hands over my breasts, fonfling them through the lacy half-cup bra. I felt a little strirring as he looked into my eyes in the mirror.

"Don't. You'll mess my make-up." I said, reflexively. He moved his hands away, sheepishly, and for a moment I regretted brushing him off. I was a little aroused. Maybe it would have been good to make love before going out. I'd chosen rather sexy lingerie and a figure-hugging dress and was applying a lot of makeup. Maybe all the reading had had more of an effect on me than I though. But as Dan moved off, rebuffed, with a flash I knew that what I'd really wanted was for him to continue to fondle me, arouse me more, despite my protests. With a shock, I found myself imagining the same situation, but with Frank. Him cupping my breasts roughly, unxipping his fly. The sudden image was so arousing, and yet so disturbing that I gave a little cry.

"What's the matter." Asked Dan, turning, back.

"Nothing." I replied and went back to my makeup, angry with myself and trying to concentrate.

Dan remained pretty sheepish as we finished getting ready. I knew he hated to make advances and then to be rebuffed, so just before we left, I surprised him by putting my arms around him and kissing him wetly on the mouth. I let my tongue swirl into his mouth and lap at his own tongue. He responded and I felt his cock press against my belly through our clothes. I broke the kiss and whispered huskily in his ear. "You'll get your chance to see me in my lingerie later."

I don't know what ust have been going through his mind, but for some reason, he seemed to misunderstand me that I was intending something to happen later that evening at the Anderson's, and not later tonight in our own bed.

"What do you have planned Jenny?" He asked, excited and shocked. "Is this why you're so dressed up? I thought you had something planned from the way you were acting."

He seemed really pleased and excited. After the little incident earlier, I didn't want to dissapoint him, and I found myself saying. "Well, you'll just have to wait and see." He nodded and kissed me tenderly.

"Okay, whatever you want." He said and headed out the door to open the car.

 

Session Three

What the fuck have you got yourself into now? I asked myself. Clearly Dan thought that we would sneak off somewhere at the Andersons and have sex in their house. Okay, it might be exciting, the thrill of perhaps being caught or maybe people just guessing what we were up to, but really, I wasn't that excited by the idea. Still, if Dan was into it, I didn't what to dissapoint him. Maybe we would find somewhere where we could have a quickie and then come home again for a more imaginative session later on.

In the car, Dan seemed tense and apprehensive, but really turned on. I enjoyed teasing him a little by hitching my dress slowly up my thigh, revealing more and more of my legs in their tan pantyhose. I knew he loved glancing at my legs like this, and I liked him doing it too, if I was a little turned on myself. We drove in silence, but our minds on each other. The more I thought about doing it at the Anderson's, the more turned on I became, and I began looking forward to dragging my husband off to have sex. Clearly he was expecting me to take charge and I liked the idea too.

By the time we arrived at the Anderson's sprawling house we were both almost twitchy with arousal. As we walked up to the front door, Dan whispered to me. "Whatever you want to do, just do it. I'm sure I'll be fine with it. If I'm not, then I'll just say so and we'll go home. Okay?"

That sounded a little unnecessary, but I agreed anyway. "I love you." I said as we rang the doorbell, and he mouthed "I love you too." as Lily opened the door to us.

The party was pretty full already, mostly with people we knew or vaguely knew through Frank and Lily. We drank a few cocktails and chatted with the other guests who were spread out over the various rooms. It could have been the gin and tonics or our own arousal but there seemed to be something of an atmosphere at the party, some sort of frisson or tension. I mentioned this to Frank, and he winked at me.

"Come on Jenny, it's just bit of Coke. Some of the guys here have brought a little. Would you like some?"

I shook my head. I rarely took drugs, although I had when I was in college. Dan never did, being a doctor made him a little cautious in that area. In any case, I didn't think it was just that that was making everyone so animated and wide-eyed.

I met up with Dan in the hallway. He was talking to Andrea, one of Lily''s friends. He caught my eye as I approached.

"Guess who's coming to the party." He said, a twinkle in his eye.

I just looked quizzical - with Frank and Lily, it could have been anyone.

"Clarissa Jones. Your patient."

"Ahhhh." I was momentarily surprised.

"She's a friend of mine andd Lily's actually, Jenny" Said Andrea. I was talking about her back pain with your doctor husband to see if he could recommend a good orthopedic specialist and he mentioned your patient and then we realised we were talking about the same person.

"I see." I said. "You know Dan, my patient's details are supposed to be confiential."

"Oh, I know honey, but it was an honest mistake. I had no idea that Andrea would know her and I didn't mention a name intil she did."

"It's okay, I'm sure. So, how do you know her?" I asked Andrea.

For a moment, she looked a little unsure how to reply.

"Well, I suppose I know her through my husband..." She said, looking at me closely.

I glanced at Dan, who was looking at me at the same time. In an instant, we both knew what the other was thinking, except that what Dan and I had said to earlier now seemed like a big misunderstanding. Dan must have put two and two together while he was talking to Andrea and come up with five or twenty five. Before I could even think what to say, Clarissa, and a man who I presumed was her husband, Gary walked into the room.

She saw me immediatley, and again, I was surprised by the glow inside me whan she gave me a big open smile.

She came straight over to us.

"Dr. Reid! I had no idea that you knew Frank and Lily." She said. "It's great to see you outside your office."

She seemed genuinely delighted to see me, and I had to admit that I was also partly delighted by her too, even if it did mean a complicated misunderstanding between myself and Dan.

Andrea did the rather unnecessary introductions. I could see her confusion as she tried to gauge our reactions to each other. Clearly she imagined myself and Dan too staid and conventional to be part of Clarissa's intimate circle of friends, but she could tell that something more was going on between us. Thankfully she didn't hang around for long but went in search of a drink once she'd finished.

Clarissa and I chatted, a little uneasily at first, but she was so charming that soon I was engorssed in her company. She knew a lot of people at the party and nodded and waved to a large number of people as we talked, but I was pleased that she didn't seem to want to move out of our company. Actually, Dan and her husband seemed to be getting on well too. We'd drifted apart from the men and I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they seemed to be talking quite earnestly about something.

As I glanced at them, I caught Dan's eye. I had no idea what he was thinking, but a memory of the little fantasy we'd played out the other evening popped up in my mind and I blushed.

"Oh, Jenny, whatever are you thinking?" Said Clarissa, noticing.

I smiled back at her, a lump rising in my throat. It was crazy, but I was a little drunk and I felt so close to her that I desperatly wanted to tell her.

"Ehhhh. I think my husband may have got some sort of idea about us."

She raised an eyebrow, and I found myself telling her about what we'd said earlier and how I'd thought he wanted to sneak off somewhere here, but that now, I suspected that he thought that I intended for something to happen between us.

"Between us?" Asked Clarissa, a little confused. "You mean you and me? Or between me and your husband."

I bit my lip. What the hell was I saying? The words has come out in a sort of a rush. I regretted it immediately.

"Oh. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry. Can we just forget it. I'll talk to him and clear this up. I'm sorry. I think I'm a little drunk."

She smiled at me, and for a moment, I desperatley wanted her to put her arms around me.

"You meant you and me. Didn't you?" She said. "It's okay. I could kind-of tell earlier. I know, there's more than just your own shyness to overcome - there's all kinds of rules about psychiatrists and their patients isn't there?"

"Yes. Yes there is." I said, the tightness in my chest easing just a little. For a moment, I was a little deflated. I hadn't really considered that. I couldn't have sex with Clarissa, even if I'd wanted to. The thought struck me that Dan must have realised this already. Then what was he thinking? I frowned. Did he think that I was going to let him sleep with her? I wasn't sure about how I felt about that.

I looked over at him. Still in deep conversation with Gary. What were they talking about?

"I have to admit that I told Gary about you." Whispered Clarissa.

"What did you tell him?" I asked, still watching Dan.

"That you were lovely. That I wanted to sleep with you." She said, kind-of matter-of- factly.

My heart pounde in my chest.

"Do you think that they're talking about us?" I asked.

"I'd place any amount of money on it." She said.

I laughed, the tension broken for a moment. She put her hand on my bare shoulder.

"Go. Rescue your husband and see what his imagination is up to. I'll mingle a little and we'll meet up later. Remember, even if something is forbidden, it's not wrong to imagine it what it might be like and fantasise." And with a wink she was gone, lighting up the room as she went.

I wasn't entirely sure what she meant, but I crossed back to our husbands and broke into their conversation. I made small talk with Gary for as long as was polite and then took hold of Dan.

"Sorry Gary, I need to talk to my husband for a minute."

"Sure." He said. "I'll catch up with Clarissa. See you both later."

He seemed very nice actually. I thought, not effeminate at all.

I steered Dan into a corner.

"What were you two talking about?" I asked.

"It was kind of weird." He said. I told him that we were friends of Frank and Lily's from way back and he seemed to assume that we were swingers of some kind. I tried to tell him otherwise but I'm not sure that he believed me. He told me that Clarissa regularly sleeps with other guys. It was sort of hard to get him to talk about anything else and besides, I could hardly tell him that I knew about them already. What were you two talking about?"

I suspected that I wasn't getting the full story from Dan but I didn't want to cross examine him about it now.

"I'll tell you in a moment. But first, tell me something. When I said about seeing my lingerie later, what did you think I meant?"

I looked into his eyes, hoping that he would tell me the truth.

"Really? I suppose I didn't know. Maybe that you would tease me while we were here. Flirt with other guys? Maybe that we might sneak off together to a bedroom. Probably that we would play out some fantasy tonight, hopefully involving lingerie. What did you mean?"

I sighed, relieved.

"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe something like that. Actually, probably not the flirting with other guys. I was worried that you might think that I knew that Clarissa and her husband would be here and thought that I'd intended something with them."

"Noooo. I could tell you were surprised when you saw her come in. You looked stunned." He said. "But I think both Gary and I could tell that there was something going on between you. As we were looking at you both he said to me. 'You know, my wife swings both ways.' I swear to God, it felt like we were in a porn film. So, what were you talking about."

"Ehhh. Could we maybe talk about that later?"

"Sure. You're the boss. So, do you want to stay or go?"

I considered leaving. What I really wanted was to have sex though. I wondered if we could sneak off somewhere.

"Okay, I'm the boss." I said. I took Dan's hand and lead him upstairs. The Anderson's had a warren-like house with many bedrooms. I found a room that looked like a guest room and bundled him inside. I locked the door and roughly pushed my husband onto the bed. I smiled vampishly at him and shrugged my shoulders, allowing my dress to swish to the floor.

"Okay, this time, you first and then I get you to do whatever I want at home."

I knelt before him and unbuckled his belt as he stared at me, his eyes wide. "Eh, Jenny." he began, as I pulled down his zipper to reveal his erect cock encased in a pair of my black satin panties.

"Oh my god." I said. "You sissy. You're wearing my panties."

"You said it was okay." He said. He looked bvery embarrased.

"It's okay honey." I replied. "It's okay. You wear them if you want to."

"And Jenny. I know what you offered. But if it's okay with you how about I eat you, and then I do whatever you want at home too. After all, you are the boss."

"No." I said. "The boss says that we're doing it her way. You take your blow job like a good girl."

I heard his breath catch at my words before I even touched him with my mouth.

As I sucked him I remembered Clarissa's words - we could always fantasise. I wondered how Dan might feel about playing out the fantasy that had occoured to me about Frank. I wondered how I would feel about it.

Soon Dan was on the verge of coming. I nodded to him, and he tensed. I felt the thick liquid jet against my tongue and fill the back of my mouth. I smiled at him as I swallowed and then tucked him back inside his panties. Then I stood and put my arms around him, let my face drop onto where his neck met his shoulder and my hair cascade around me. I nuzzled him lovingly for a minute, absorbing his warmth and letting my scent envelop him. When I released him I noticed tears at the corners of his eyes. I smiled at him and wiped them away, then wordlessly took his hand and led him back to the party.

As we rejoined the bulk of the guests in the main living room, we met Frank.

"Hi Jenny. You look like the cat who got the cream." He said, with a wink. "Poor Dan looks a little dazed."

I must have been a little flushed already and my blush let him know that he was right.

"I saw you talking to Clarissa earlier. It must be her influence that has you breaking out of your usual mould."

"Clarissa is a patient of mine actually." I retorted. "So, I don't know what you can possibly mean."

Franks's grin nearly split his face. He pointed towards a glass-covered painting to my left. I looked at it and frowned, and then saw my reflection with a shock. There was dribble of Dan's come on my lower lip, as clear as day. I quickly wiped it away with a finger and without thinking, sucked my finger clean. I glanced at Dan. He just shrugged, he hadn't noticed till now since he had been walking behind me.

Frank tried to get his grin under control.

"Now Jenny. Don't think too bad of me. At least I pointed it out. Everyone else you walked past on the way here noticed too, but they didnt say anything."

I shuddered with embarrasement, I must have walked past a dozen people, some of whom knew me quite well. I hadn't noticed any odd glances, and I was sure Frank was exaggerating, but it was pretty likely that some had noticed and guessed what the goo on my chin was.

Frank was still regarding me with some amusement. "So, seriously Jenny. Are you becoming part of Clarissa's circle? More important, is Dan going to be part of Gary's?"

Christ. The rumours had started already.

"Frank." I said. Trying to get some steel into my voice. "Clarissa Jones is a patient of mine. I can't discuss her private life, even if she is a friend of yours. I'm sorry, it's not just an excuse to stop you from trying to embarrass me further, but you understand that I cannot talk about my patients."

He sighed. "Well, that's our loss, I suppose. But presumably she won't be a patient forever, so maybe some other time, eh?"

And, before I could think a good retort, he wandered off to annoy someone else.

I turned to Dan.

"Oh, come on Jenny. I doubt anyone noticed, and what's the harm? I know it's embarrasing, but it's not as if you were upstairs with Frank.

My eyes flew open.

"Dan. What are you saying?" I hissed. "I'm your wife. How can you even joke about such a thing."

"Oh, lighten up Jenny." He replied. "It seems that everyone is doing it."

He raised his eyebrows and indicated that I should look behind me.

Iris and Ken, another mutual friend of ours were heading upstairs together. It was hard to see, but it looked like he had his arm around her.

"No. They can't be. There must be some other explanation."

"No. I think the obvious explanation is the correct one." Said Dan, taking a couple of drinks being proferred by someone. He handed one to me. "Okay, I did quiz Gary a bit. It seems there's about half a dozen couples in their group, with maybe as many again who are occasional partners. He was very casual about it. I asked him if he participates himself and he said no. 'Only through Clarissa', which I suppose means he gets some sort of vicarious thrill from her sleeping around."

I gazed around the room, wondering who else might be part of this circle, perhaps people that I had known for ten or more years. Maybe complete strangers. My mind reeled. It seemed that I was just discovering a parallel world that had always been around me, but that I had just never been aware of. I took a sip of my drink and tried to get my head around it.

At that moment, Clarissa and Gary reappeared. She looked kind of flushed. She smiled at me.

"Did you see us coming up the stairs behind you before?" She asked.

I shook my head.

"No? I thought not, you looked kind of intent." She giggled. "I think we must have had the same idea as you about the same time."

I raised my eyebrows again. They were getting quite a workout this evening.

"Yeah. And that's not the only thing we have in common." She whispered. "Gary told me that Dan told him that he's wearing your panties. Snap. Gary's wearing mine too."

She smiled conspiratorialy. I glanced over at Dan. He had heard what CLarissa had told me. He looked at me guiltily and blushed. Again, I suspected that there had to be something more that he was holding back.

Clarissa whispered again. "I knew that he shouldn't have told. You know, when Dan annoys me, he gets a spanking. Even though he loves it, it's surprising how it keeps him in his place. Do you ever spank Dan?"

I almost spilled my drink with shock.

"No!" I said. "What do you think I am?... I would ...." But I realised immediately that she was just teasing.

"Oh, I'm sorry Jenny. But you're just too easy to send up."

She became earnest again for a moment. "But seriously, you should consider it. I'm usually a pretty good judge of men, and I would bet any money that your husband would love you to do it."

"But I couldn't." I said, discovering the doubt in my voice, even as I said it.

"Maybe not." Said Clarissa. "And obviously, if you thought it was wrong and wouldn't enjoy it, you shouldn't. But it doesn't have to be hard. Not painful at all. It's the act of doing it that is the erotic part. I've never hurt Gary. I'm not sure he can even feel it, I do it so gently. Just a pat really. Here, let me get you something." She walked over to one of the bookcases in the room. While she was gone, I turned to the two men. I regarded Gary a bit more carefully. He looked so normal, quite handsome really, perhaps in a pretty way. He had very good skin for a man, and he obviously used an expensive conditioner in his hair. He caught my gaze and drooped his long eyelashes like a puppy.

Is he wearing mascarra? I wondered.

"I hope you'll be able to cure Clarrie's back. Dr. Reid." He said to me, meeting my gaze again. "She says you would like me to come in to see you with her during the week. I hope it will be of some help, although I really think her back pain is due to posture rather than anything else."

"Well, we'll see." I said. For amoment I was lost for a topic of conversation, despite all the things I knew and wondered about this man.

Dan broke in. "Actually, if Jenny doesn't mind, if this doesn't work out, you can give me a call and I'll see if I can arrange an appointment with a good Orthapedic surgeon I know. Dr. Grasse - he's a German, works at St. Helen's. I could bump the queue for her if you like."

"Oh that would be great..." Started Gary, but I was already breking in.

"Look, Dan. Clarissa is my patient at the moment, and I haven't formed a diagnosis yet. When I do, then she can decide on her next course of action. Till, then you can just butt out."

"Sorry Jenny. Yes of course." Said Dan, and they both looked a little sheepish. I had been a little forceful, but nobody seemed to be taking my opinion seriously, and I was the professional in charge of the case for the moment.

Clarissa was back. She had overheard my words.

"That's it Doctor. You keep these two in their place." She said, jokingly. "Here's something for you to read. I'm sure Lily won't mind you borrowing it. Actually, come to think of it, this is my copy that she borrowed from me."

She handed me a book. The cover showed a seated female figure from a low angle, her stockinged legs crossed. The title was "Strong as Silk. A study of female dominance."

I recognised the author's name as a practitioner, and reasonably well respected, although this kind of popular title woudn't normally figure in my reading.

"It's very good." Said Clarissa. "Although it's a bit too heavy on the psychoanalysis for me."

I was about to refuse the offer, but Dan held out his hand. "Thanks." He said. "I have a pocket that it should fit in." And he put it into his jacket pocket. I looked around guiltily to see if anyone had seen the title, but no-one else was paying us any attention.

I relaxed a little. Dan and Clarissa started talking about the G.P. that she had been referred to me by, who he knew vaguely, and who had some amusing personal habits. The conversation drifted on further and I relaxed more. Detached, I found myself quite liking Gary. He was funny and sensitive, and I noticed the way he looked at his wife. They really were in love, almost like newlyweds. I could understand the attraction. She had a charm and grace that anyone would love, and I found myself jealous of her company, and looking forward to having her to myself again.

Other partygoers joined us and the evening went on without further incident, until I found myself yawning and indicated to Dan that we should go.

Frank and Iris tried to persuade us to stay, but the party was breaking up anyway, and Gary and Clarissa were yawning too. We said our goodbyes. Usually, I hated to be kissed on these occasions, but I found myself hanging back to say goodbye to Clarissa directly. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"Goodbye till later in the week, Jenny." She said and, sure enough, my heart pounded in my chest when she said my name.

 

Session Four

We didn't talk much in the car on the way home. I didn't know what Dan was thinking about, but my own mind was filled with a vigorous debate. On the one hand, I could no longer deny that I wanted to explore some more the new facets of my own sexuality, and Dan's that had come to the surface so recently. On the other, I was very worried about the consequences of getting ourselves into something that might damage our relationship. Obviously other people could manage it but I wasn't sure about myself or Dan. Also, I was disturbed by my attraction to Clarissa. It was the strongest feeling that I'd had, at least since meeting Dan and it frightened me more than a bit.

As often happened, by the time we had got home, we neither of us felt tired so we decided to have a last drink by ourselves.

"I was sorry there were so many people there that there was no dancing, said Dan, as we entered our own living room."

Often, at the Anderson's parties, they would play slow numbers and couples would dance in their large dining room, something that Dan always liked.

"Well, put something on now, and we'll dance together honey." I said.

He went to the stereo and I turned down the lights. A thought occoured to me, and with an impish smile to myself, I shucked off my dress again and stood behind him as he searched for a record and put it on. When he turned around again, I was standing in my bra, stockings, panties and little see-through chemise. I drank in his delighted gasp at the sight of me.

"I told you you'd get to see me in my lingerie later." I said, with a smile.

He took me in his arms and we moved around the room. I felt his hands on me, and I whispered to him. "Go on. Explore. Enjoy me."

And he did, caressing me through the soft lingerie, gently running his hands over my back, my buttocks and arms. I just moved with him and enjoyed the sensation of being so adored and wanted.

"Jenny." He said quietly.

"Yes." I replied.

"Are you shocked at what Clarissa and Gary do."

"Yes. A bit. Actually I was pretty surprised at the whole set-up, but it's hard to see the harm in it when they are so in love."

"And are you a bit intrigued?"

"I suppose so. But the whole thing is complicated by the fact that she's my patient.

"Yes. The whole evening I was thinking about last night. What you said about 'bringing your work home with you'."

"Dan. That was just a fantasy. I'm not going to sleep with her just to please you."

He was quiet for a moment. "Yes. But would you do it to please yourself?"

I stopped dancing.

"Why does this keep coming up Dan? You seem to have it in your head that I'm attraxted to women, but I'm not."

He looked a little apprehensive. "Well, aren't you? Or weren't you? I know you think I don't know this, but I know that you used to go out with girls when you were in college. A couple of your girlfriends told me this before the wedding. I think it was just spiteful of them, and of course I knew you loved me, so I just pretty much ignored it. But I've seen they way you look at other women, just occasionally. And there was no way I could miss the way you were with Clarissa this evening."

I started dancing again. In a way I was relieved. "I can't believe you knew all this time and never let on."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I suppose I should have told you myself. But really, I don't consider myself bisexual. I dabbled a bit in college, but I always came back to men, and when I met you, I didn't want anyone else, man or woman."

"I know." He said, and gave me a bit of a squeeze. "But anyway, even if this does shock you. I would be okay with it. But if you never want to talk about it again, that's okay too."

I squeezed him back. "Thanks. But what has brought all this on? Has this Gary been putting ideas in your head?"

"No, not really. It's you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, with the lingerie, last night. When you said I could try it on. I don't think you realised what that meant for me. It's something I've always wanted to do, and you were so good about it. So understaning. I mean, I don't want to become a woman or anything. I don't want to dress all the time, but sex with you while wearing it was just so good, and this evening too. I just feel like, well, that you allowed me to do something that I've always repressed and it felt so good. If there was something that you wanted to do, but felt you couldn't because of me, or because of how you think I would react, then I would want you to feel you could ask me."

This was quite a little speech, and I had to admit, it crystallised and resolved a lot of the inner conflict that I was feeling.

"Thanks." I said. "Although I think I would always have felt able to ask you something."

As I said this, I regretted the lie. It occoured to me that I hid things from Dan quite a lot more than I would like to admit. But still, how could I tell him that I was fantasising about sleeping with other people? It wasn't that I was ashamed to admit it, but rather that I didn't want him to think of me as a slut. We continued dancing.

"Let's just enjoy this moment." I said. "I love feeling your hands on me."

Dan whispered that he loved this too and I pressed my belly against the bulge in his pants as we swayed and stepped. I let my mind drift back to when we had first started seeing each other. I had had a series of short-lived relationships in college and soon after. I'd been pretty wild, experimented with sex and with men. When I'd met Dan though, he was different to all of the men I had known. He was kin, and sensitive and respectful. It made me want to be the sort of woman he deserved, faithful and loving and chaste. We had a very active sex life, but we didn't do anything too unusual. He didn't suggest it, and I didn't want to show him what I considered to be the kind of slutty side of me. Over time, I had become more conservative, and as my practice took more of my time and we settled down and got married, I left the old me very firmly in the past.

But had I really changed? I had to admit that I often had daydreams about other men, even other women. It wasn't that I was unhappy or unsatisfied, I loved Dan more than anything, but occasionally, what I thought of as slutty thoughts did surface, and sometimes, when we had sex, I did think about what it would be like with someone else. I always repressed these thoughts, and on the rare occasions when Dan might suggest doing something more adventurous in bed, I would deflect his suggestion or laugh at the idea. For the first time, I wondered if I was really being honest to him, or myself.

"So, Jenny." He whispered. "What would you like to do? You said that this evening would be for you."

"Okay, what I would really like is to do what we did last night again. Only, this time, I want you use the vibrator that Helen gave me."

Helen was one of my college friends, who I suspected was one of the girlfriends who had told Dan about my lesbian past. She had given me a vibrator at my shower, although I'd never taken it out of the box. It was stored in one of the wardrobes in our bedroom. She had used a similar one on me many times before when we were flatmates. When I had announced my engagement, she had said that I was a fool to get married, that I would never be happy with one man. She was wrong, but she had been right that I would miss those times with her.

Dan smiled. "Mmmm. That sounds good. And do you want me to be Clarissa again?"

"No. Helen." I said.

He gulped.

We went upsatairs. Dan fetched down the vibrator, washed it and put batteries in it, while I looked for a suitably 'Helen' outfit for him. I found a skintight cotton top with a roll neck, and a short skirt. Dan bit his lip when he saw what I wanted him to wear and when I pulled out a pair of white panties and opaque white pantyhose he gave a little gasp. He was so turned on I thought he might pass out. I took the vibrator from him and examined it. It was almost exactly the same as the one that Helen and I had shared before in our student days. It was made of soft plastic over a metal core and had two pairs of slender metal eyelets where straps could be passed throught to strap it on.

"Come on honey, I'm waiting." I purred and sat back on the bed to watch him dress.

He kept glancing at me as he did so, obviously embarrased to be putting on the clothes in front of me, but clearly loving it too. Soon, he was folding apart the front panel of my panties and busying himself between my legs. It felt so good. I fondled his head and cooed to him, calling him "My Helen" and telling him how much I enjoyed his tongue on me. When it came to using the vibrator, he was a beginner, but he eagerly followed my instructions, and caught on quickly. Under my control, he brought me to the brink of orgasm after orgasm, until I could take no more.

I lay back and let him know I was spent. In all that time, he hadn't touched himself at all and even when he pulled himself up to lie beside me, he made no effort to get me to relieve him, although he was obviously in a lot of discomfort.

On impulse, I reached down and stoked his cock through the thick material.

"Mmmmm. You're so hard. Jenny's so cruel to you."

"It's okay." He said.

"Do you think you could last till the morning?" I asked, sweetly.

"If you want me to." He said. He seemed so submissive, so accepting that I decided to push it a bit further.

"Okay, why don't you take off those clothes and get into one of my nighties and we'll go to sleep.

To my surprise, he agreed. He chose a little satin slip and changed and got back into bed, his cock still hard as a rock.

"Dan." I whispered. "Are you okay with this?" I asked.

"Of course." He replied. "I mean, yeah, I want to come, but it's still pleasureable, and it's good to feel that you're in control, that you're in charge."

"Okay." I replied. "I won't be cruel to you. But you should know that I'd be annoyed with you if I found that you had relieved yourself without asking me."

"I won't." He replied. "I love you."

I smiled indulgently at him and let myself fall asleep.

Over the next few days Dan became even more submissive and attentive to me. I was more sexually satisfied than possibly ever before but I still didn't let Dan come.

He never asked, but occasionally we did check in with each other. "Are you okay?" I'd whisper. He would just nod and smile sheepishly, and I would consider relieving him, but I was enjoying the experience so much that I would decide to let it go on a little longer. When we made love, with him as a girlfriend he would ask me if I was okay with it. Obviously he was loving this so much too that he wondered if I was okay with him still acting this role. Of course, I was enjoying it so much that I would asure him that I too was okay and so we went on.

After three days Dan was clearly reaching some sort of heightened sexual awareness. It wouldnt have been so bad for him but the whole situation, and my reawakened lesbian desires made me so sexually aroused that whenever we were together we seemed to be either having some sort of extended foreplay or actually having sex - oral only for me of course, and no relief for him at all.

After a long session where he slowly and gently sucked for minutes on each of my nipples and then ever so softly on my clit and then back to my nipples again, building me ever nearer and nearer a powerful orgasm he whispered. "I am going to come if you are."

"What? Do you want to stop?" I asked, meaning to stop the denial.

"Well yes. I think that if you come then I won't be able to stop myself. Even without touching myself, it will still happen. I'm so close, and so close to you that it will just happen and I can't stop it."

"Well, okay then." I said. In truth, I just wanted to come myself, and didn't want him to stop using his mouth for a moment. "But, but." He said. "I'm not sure I'm ready to stop. Are you telling me to?"

"Well no." I said. "I don't think I want to stop either. Hold on."

I had been reading a litttle of Clarissa's book, and I'd rememebered something from it. I got up quickly and went to my vanity table. I got a velvet hair scrunchie and doubled it over.

"Want to try this?" I asked.

Dan nodded, and I pulled it taught and down over his cock, right to the base.

"Sure it won't do any harm?" I asked, a little concerened.

"Not if we take it off within half an hour or so." He said.

I scooted under him again and within a minute was cresting again under my girlfriend's eager tongue.

I had got so into the idea of having Dan as my girlfriend that I had occasioanlly lapsed into calling him by a feminine name or referring to him as a girl even when we were not making love, so it wasn't unusual that I now called him my sweet honey, my clever girl, my gorgeous bitch in the heat of passion. Dan loved this, and after I'd come he kissed me passionatley.

"Thank you." He said. "Will you take it off in a couple of minutes?"

"You won't come?" I asked.

"Don't think so." He said. "At least, not until next time."

Mentally, I had decided that the next time I would allow him to come. I was enjoying this, but I wanted him back inside me again.

I kissed him and stroked his face. "I love you." I said and kissed him again, trying to let him know how much I loved with through my mouth.

"Better make that ten minutes." He said, after I released him and I smiled.

The next day was to be Gary and Clarissa's interview.

I had been slightly apprehensive about this, but I was professional enough to keep my private and working life separate I thought.

My plan was to discover if Gary showed any resentment or gave off any signals that he was unhappy at Clarissa's lifestyle. There were techniques to elucidate this, and it was best for accurate results that Clarissa would be present too.

I prepared my questions, and mentally checked off what I reckoned would be sifficient evidence that Gary's possible discomfort would transfer to his wife. I put out of my mind any preconceptions I might have formed the other night at the party and tried to convince myself that I would treat them both on the basis of these sessions only.

They arrived promptly and rather nervously took the seats that I indicated. I wanted to be able to see both their faces, but that Gary would not to be able to see his wife's reaction to his answers, and so I had positioned her chair a little behind his.

After thanking them both for coming in, I explained the purpose of the session in broad terms and told them that for the moment, I would be concentrating on Gary. They nodded and we began.

I started with some simple warm up and backround, much as I had done with Clarissa, before pursuing my line of questions.

"Gary. I want to ask you about your feelings when Clarissa is with other men. Is that okay?"

"Sure."

He did seem a little unsure about this. I supposed that no matter how open the relationship, being interrogated about it by a stranger must be a little daunting.

"Okay. She has told me that her being with other men is also a sexual thrill for you. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"And have you always felt this way?"

"Well, sure, I suppose. I mean it's hard to say always, I mean, I felt this way, in previous relationships, but the opportunity didn't always arise, and I suppose it's something that developed over time, but I think it was always part of my makeup."

"So, you were in previous relationships like the one you have with Clarissa?"

"Well, not exactly like this, what we have now, this is special, but yes, I was in a couple of previous relationships where, eh, my girlfriend slept with other men or women, eh, with my, eh, knowledge and it was a sexual thing for me."

"I see, and did you encourage their behaviour?"

Gary was blushing quite a bit, I noticed. I had supposed that this wouldn't be embarrasing for him, possibly because Clarissa was so open, but he actually seemed to be quite self- concious. I wondered at that, but I wanted to press him.

"Well, that's kind of hard to say. Maybe there's something in my personality, that, er, that eh, might make someone feel that they would be able to do that. I suppose. I don't know, if I would say, that I encourage them, but, well, I suppose I was accepting, but I don't know if I ever said, well, something like, 'Why don't you sleep around.', it was more like, eh, something that just happened."

This was interesting. I was watching Clarissa for her reaction, but she didn't betray anything that I could easily read. She was listening to Gary pretty intently though.

"And when this would 'Just happen' I emphasised. "You just went along with it?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, it's not like something you could ask someone to do, when you're in a relationship, but maybe, like I say, I sort of encouraged it by my own behaviour, or maybe I suppose, maybe subconciously picked women to go out with that would be likely to do that. Maybe, I don't know really. Could I have a glass of water?"

He seemed to be sweating a little and was quite flushed. I smiled reassuringly at him, and got up and fetched him a cup of water from the cooler. I walked round to the front of the desk to hand it to him. I noticed his eyes on my legs as I walked towards him. On an impulse, instead of sitting back down at my desk chair, I leaned against the front of my desk, in front of him, my legs crossed. He didn't seem any more relaxed, but from this position, I could more easily gauge Clarissa's reactions to his words.

"So, tell me about the first time. The first time you were in a relationship and discovered that your girlfriend was cheating on you."

He gulped at the water and took a deep breath. He glanced at Clarissa.

I broke in. "Is talking about a previous relationship making you uncomfortable?" I asked.

Before he could answer, Clarissa spoke.

"It's okay honey. We talked about this, you can talk freely."

I was annoyed that she'd spoken, but didn't want to break Gary's flow by asking her not to break in, and let it pass.

"Well, I suppose the first time was with a girl, a woman really, called Kate. She was a post-doctoral student that I knew in college. We'd dated a little, but I don't know if we were really going steady, as they say, at least not at the beginning. We'd been to a party, this was when I was still an undergraduate in college you understand, and while we were there, she was getting really friendly with one of the junior lecturers, dancing together, that kind of thing. Later in the evening, she came over to me, and said that she was going to leave with this guy, and did I mind?"

"Well, I suppose I was kind of shocked, but at the same time, I was really aroused, not so much at the idea of them sleeping together but at her openness, at the fact that she asked me. No, not so much that she asked me, but that she was telling me that this was going to happen."

I nodded.

"And it was more than that, it was the way that she asked me. She was really nice about it, she came over and smiled, and whispered it to me, in a really husky voice, not like she was demanding it of me, or asking me either, but that she was sharing a kind of naughty secret."

I felt a little heat myself, picturing this scene. I could understand what he meant, I thought. I imagined that this was something pretty sexy for her to be doing too.

Clarissa's mouth betrayed a hint of a smile, almost unnoticable, I thought, but there nevertheless.

"And what was your response."

"I, eh, well, I eh... I mean, like I said, I wasn't sure if we were really going out, we'd arrived at the party toghether, and we'd been on a couple of dates, but I didn't own her, you know, and well, she was a grown woman, and I didn't see that I could stop her, even if I'd wanted to. I suppose I was a little crushed, because I really liked her, and I thought this was the end of our relationship before it had even really begun, I suppose, but I, yeah, I suppose I said it was okay by me. I don't exactly remember, eh, what I said, exactly, but something like that."

"And you'd never before discussed something like this with her."

"Oh no. Never, I mean, we hadn't even slept together ourselves at that point."

This was surprising. I noted Clarissa's reaction to this too.

"Can I put it to you Gary, that your reaction seems very unusual to me. Most men would have been angry at the suggestion she made to you and would have felt perfectly within their rights to forbid her to go with this other man, even if they had just been on a couple of dates."

"Yeah, I suppose so. It probably does seem strange, but, well, you know, I was kind of young at the time and I was sort of bowled over by her anyway, so I just well, I thought I wouldn't be able to stop her."

"And if you had felt that you could have stopped her, would you have?"

He looked around, fidgeted, blushed a little more. The question was clearly uncomfortable for him, but it was so important to what I was trying to determine that I let him squirm a little more. I wanted to know if he was just easy to dominate or if he actually colluded in his domination. If he colluded, then that was okay, what he and Clarissa did was really consensual. If he was just a pushover, then Clarissa would know that, and could feel guilt that she simply rode roughshod over him. For it to be really consensual, what they did, Gary had to not just allow it, but invite it, participate in the decision to do it.

 

Session Five

"And if you had felt that you could have stopped her, would you have?"

"I suppose, If I'm being honest, then no, no I wouldn't, but it's hard to say, because I think that my feelings about it are so coloured by what happened after."

"And what happened after?"

Gary looked very nervous at this point. He looked over his shoulder at his wife.

I interrupted their glance.

"Gary, it's important that you answer honestly. I think Clarissa has already made it clear that it's okay for you to talk about these things."

He looked back to me.

"It's not that, it's just that it's difficult talking about previous girlfriends at all. I mean, this was a long time ago."

"Exactly, and it's best that these things are open and not hidden. Everyone has a past, Gary."

Even as I said this I was mentally supressing professional alarm bells in my mind. This wasn't really safe grounds to be going over with a couple without laying a lot of groundwork. My own professional opinion was that past relationships were not best talked about unless it was absolutely necessary, but I was so concerned with getting clarity about Gary's attitude to his partner's faithlessness that I wanted to press on anyway, or at least that's what I told myself.

"Well, okay." He said. "Anyway, she left with this guy and I think some people at the part noticed. I think I got some looks from people before I left. What happened later was that at one o clock in the morning, she arrived at my flat. I was really surprised. She rang the doorbell again and again so I let her in. She was still wearing the same clothes, but she'd just come back from this guys place straight after having sex with him.

She came in, and told me that she'd just come from his place. I asked her if she didn't want to stay there, but she just said that she wanted to be with me. She said that she thought I knew that she intended to come back to me, that that was the whole point."

"And weren't you angry with her then?"

He frowned. "Well, no. No I wasn't, in fact, well, I thought it was great. Like I said, I really liked this girl at the time."

"And was the idea that she had just been with another man exciting to you."

"Yes, yes it was."

"Gary, from what you tell me, I get the impression that this woman must have known that you would accept and even like this behaviour. I can't understand though, how she would have guessed this without you having suggested it. Can you explain that?"

"Well, I think maybe something in my manner, some way she could telll..."

"I don't think that's very likely. Are you sure you didn't discuss this with her, even in passing, some way she could tell?"

Clarissa broke in.

"I think maybe I can explain it, if that would help."

"Just a moment, Clarissa, I want to be sure that Gary isn't aware of this himself."

He shrugged. "I don't know, I just think that I've always attracted, or been attracted to dominant women."

"Didn't you ever talk about this with her? About how she was able to tell?"

"Well, yes, I think so, but I think she just said that she was able to tell, intuitively, I guess."

"There's no way that she would be able to tell, Gary. She must have known."

"Yes, there is." Said Clarissa.

I looked at her.

"How?"

"It's simple psychology, really, but you have to know what you're looking for."

I frowned at her. I wasn't sure that she was right, but I could guess what was coming.

"It helps of course, if it is what you are actually looking for, if you know what I mean." She continued, with a knowing little smile to me.

"I mean, if what you're looking for is a submissive man, then you quickly learn the signals that they give off."

"You mean, mannerisms, facial expressions, that sort of thing?"

"Yes, it's pretty easy really. It's not foolproof, there's no way to be certain, and such things are rarely black and white, but you can be relatively sure if a man wants to be dominated."

"How?" I asked. I wanted to watch Gary's reaction to what she said.

"Well, there's major things. Subissive men tend to be attracted to women's legs. If you catch a man stealing repeated glances at your legs, then it's a good indicator. The way he looks at you also - an alpha male will be pretty frank about appraisng your body, a submissive male will do it furtively, ashamedly, as if they know they are not worthy to see you as a sexual partner. Then there's the mannerisms of speech, deference, not interrupting and all that. It's easy to spot once you know what you're looking for, and it's easier when you can lead the conversation. The most important thing is eye contact though. A submissive male can spot something in a dominant woman's eyes instantly, and then they signal their submission by quicky casting their own down. It's almost like a big neon sign, saying, 'Please dominate me and make me yours.' Again, spotting that isn't a sure thing, but over time, even just one evening, the signals add up to almost a certainty."

"And you think this is how Gary's girlfriend knew that she could do this?"

"Certainly, but just reading the signals can be an almost subconcious thing, you don't necessarily know that you're doing it, just that you get a feeling that this person is one way or the other."

I didn't reply at first, as I appraised this, considered it. It was true, people gave off such signals all the time, and they could be read, and the reading practiced and honed to a fine art. So-called mind readers and fortune tellers could use such techniques to tell many things about a person, and so what Clarissa was saying about this woman was probably correct. It didn't get me a lot further though. Was Gary sending off these signals deliberatly, or was he simply an innocent victim?

"I'm sorry I interrupted, but I thought it would help. Why don't you go on Gary." She said, and sat back in her chair.

I was confused. "Continue?" I asked.

"Yes, there's more to the story of course."

I looked back at Gary. I noticed his eyes flick up to mine from my legs, and then quickly back to the floor.

I sighed inwardly. This wasn't going well. I was stirring up this couple's private life without getting any nearer the problem, and now, in all likelyhood I was becoming the subject of my patient's husband's fantasies. Gary looked very guilty.

"Well, there's not much more to tell." "Dr. Reid asked if you encouraged her behaviour."

"Oh, yeah. I suppose so." he said.

"How did you do that, Gary?" I asked

"Well, she asked me pretty straight out, if I enjoyed the fact that she had been with another man, and I said, yes I did. She told me that she wanted to continue seeing me, but that she would continue to have one-night-stands with other men. She wanted someone steady in her life, and she liked me, but she seemed to get a thrill from seeing other men at the same time."

Clarissa interrupted again.

"I'm sorry Jenny, but I know this story of what happened on this first night, and I think I understand what you're looking for. What Gary is leaving out, is why she knew for certain that Gary would accept this."

"What do you mean?"

Gary answered. "What she wants me to tell you is that after I went home alone from the party, I masturbated, thinking about her. When she called to my front door, she rang the doorbell several times. I pretended to be asleep but she shouted in the letterbox." "What did she shout?"

"She said - 'I know you're in there, wanking, wouldn't it be better if I came in and told you all about it so that you don't have to imagine, and then you can wank all the more.'"

He was blushing even more than ever as he said this.

"And when you opened the door, she knew you would accept it."

"Well, obviously."

"And how long did it take you to open the door?"

He looked puzzled. "Well, it was just a one story house, I just had to go downstairs. A few seconds I suppose. Why?"

Clarissa and I exchanged glances.

"No reason." I said. I went back to my seat behind my desk.

I had the clincher question. "Gary, when did you decide to masturbate? After you got home, or at the party itself?"

He didn't answer at first, but seemed to be thinking.

"At the party." He said, finally. "But actually, I suppose even before then, I suppose that I was already intending to as soon as I saw her that evening, but when she told me she was going to sleep with someone else, my immediate thought was how thinking about this that night would, well, would really fuel my imagination."

"Thank you Gary for your honesty. And do you believe, that you were giving off these signals when you first met Clarissa?"

"Well, maybe, but we met quite differently.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, and I don't think this will really help with your questions, because from the beginning, Clarissa knew what I was like. Did she explain any of this to you before?"

"No. Why don't you tell me?"

"Well, after that first relationship ended,.."

"Can I first ask how it ended?"

"Oh, the usual, I suppose, I suppose I fairly quickly realised that even though she was very exciting, we were never really in love with each other and the relationship never really had anything going for it except the sex, although that was great, but in the end we kind of mutally parted."

"I see."

"And I was in a couple of other relationships after that, but nothing special, and then I was online. I suppose, this will sound like a lie, but it's really true, I stumbled accross a website that catered for, well, this kind of thing, swinging, I suppose the websites would call it, and of course, I was interested, and there was a message on this particular site from a photographer looking for male models to do an adult photoshoot. What was interesting was the scenario that they wanted to shoot. It was all spelled out on the site, in the form of a story, a kind of cuckold fantasy story. On an impulse I sent a message volouteering to model."

I looked at Clarissa. "And you were the photographer?"

She nodded.

"It was a little hobby, which I was really doing for my own amusement. I had taken some photos of myself, in Domme get-up, but what I really wanted was to do an illustrated story, but for that I needed a man. A submissive man."

"So, when you got Gary's email...."

"And, like a million others..."

"...you made an arrangement to meet."

Gary broke in. "You see, she noticed from my email address that I was at the same university. In fact we had actually met briefly a few times before, but never spoken to each other. But she knew I wasn't going to be a total stranger who might turn out to be a raving loony anyway."

"I see, and did you do the shoot?"

They both nodded.

"And it was clear from the start that Gary was a submissive with these kind of fantasies."

"Oh yes. His email was pretty frank, so I had no need for these kinds of subtleties, but I'm sure I would have known in any case."

I think it was then that I decided to abandon the last shreds of my tentative diagnosis that Clarissa's back pain was a psychosomatic expression of her guilt at her treatment of her husband. She felt no guilt, and had no need to. At the same time, I made one of the largest blunders of my professional career. I asked if I could see the pictures.

Clarissa smiled at me, but before she could answer, Gary blurted out. "What on earth could you need to see them for?"

He wasn't angry, just surprised, and immediatly it came home to me how daft the suggestion was.

"I really am sorry." I said. "Of course, there's no need for me to see them. I can't imagine what came over me, just curiosity I suppose."

I blushed profusely.

"That's okay." Said Clarissa, kindly. "There's no need to to apologise. It was just a slip of the tongue."

Gary looked at her, but said nothing more, thankfully.

I tried to regain my manner. I thanked them both for coming in, and said that I would see Clarissa again at the end of the week and would give my conclusions then.

Gary asked if he would need to return too. I told him no, but that if Clarissa didn't mind, he would be welcome to come along.

After they'd left, I cursed myself several times for getting so carried away that I'd asked to see those photographs. What was I thinking? It was the way that Gary had kept gazing at me with his big doe eyes, and stealing glances at my legs, and the way Clarissa had fixed me with her knowing smile. I didn't think I would actually get into trouble about it, they wouldn't tell anyone, but it was terrible lapse for a professional therapist to make.

Despite this, I found myself wondering about the photographs for the rest of the day, as I tried to concentrate on my other patients. I found myself wondering what the scenario that she had written was like, if she had dressed him in her clothes. Her mention of spanking the other night kept coming back into my mind. 'Even if something is forbidden, there's nothing wrong with imagining what it would be like.' she'd said.

By the time I got home, I was in a very aroused state. Gary had eaten already and was watching TV. I tried to interest myself in a book but couldn't concentrate. I decided that there was no harm in having a look.

I powered on our PC and began to search. I easily found a lot of sites that might have been the one that Gary mentioned but it was impossible to narrow it down. I tried not to get distracted by the pictures I came accross, but inevitably, looking at them aroused me even more. I wondered what my own husbad would say if I wore a black basque and stockings for sex. Before I became too distracted an idea occoured to me. I searched for sites that were particular to cuckolding that specifically mentioned photography. Bingo. I found a site called "My Sweet Man". The description warned of fetishistic and D&S content and pictures inside, but also mentioned a great deal about lighting and lenses and other photographic specifics. It had to be her site. It was free to access it, after going past the usual disclaimers. The title page showed links to various photo-stories. The first was itself called "My Sweet Man" and looked like what I was looking for.

I gasped when I opened the first page. There was Clarissa, heavily made up, in black lingerie, with a little domino mask. She looked fabulous. I clicked on the next link. Just like they'd said, there was story accompanying the pictures. It was very well done, very subtle. In almost all of the pictures they were both clothed, but their poses and eyes made it clear who was in charge. I read, drinking in the scene, clicking on each link as she lovingly dominated her sweet lover.

As I read Clarissa's descriptions and looked at the pictures I began to realise something about them. They had taken these pictures over three years ago, and while indulging in all this had fallen in love and got married. It didn't seem to be doing them any harm. In all my examination of them, I'd failed to find anything harmful in what they did. They were still in love with each other and seemed to be wonderfully happy. What was there to fear? Nothing it seemed, and what I was looking at was unbelievably sexy, I couldn't help but be intensely interested and aroused. Why was I so reluctant to admit that I really, really wanted to do all this and more with my own husband? Was I really afraid that he wouldn't want to? Or was I afraid of my own feelings.

I was so wrapped up in site that I didn't hear Dan approach. By the time I realised he was coming over it was too late. He looked over my shoulder just as I clciked on a link that brought up a page with Gary prone over Clarissa's knees, being spanked by his girlfriend, while wearing her panties.

"Fuck me." said Dan. "I wondered what was intersting you so much on the internet, and I would never have guessed."

He started. "Oh my god. Is that who I think it is?"

"Yes, it is." I said. There was no point in trying to hide what I was looking at or my own obvious interest. Impulsively I took the next step.

"Does this get you excited Dan?" I asked.

He was knocked off balance by the unexpected question, the tables turned.

"Well, eh, Jenny. Yes, it does, not so much her, I mean, but the idea of it."

"Would you like me to put you in my panties and then over my knee and spank you?"

His mouth opened in shock and surprise. He looked into my eyes. I could see the answer.

"Jesus, Jenny, yes."

"Dan, I want to try this. I've never been so turned on by anything in my life before, and it's kind of scary, but all I know is, that I want to do this, I want ... I want ..."

He looked at me, startled and maybe slightly worried.

"Dan I want to make you my bitch."

His jaw dropped open. He gaped at me for a moment.

"Jenny, I'd love to be your bitch. I want you to do whatever you want to me."

I steeled myself. I was unsure about what I was about to embark on, but I knew that if it was going to work then I needed to be strong.

"Right, first, I want to finish reading this. In the meantime, I want you to go upstairs and take a shower. Shave your legs while you're in there. Then, I want you to go through my lingerie drawer and pick out panties for yourself. While you're at it, pick stockings, suspenders and a cami top. When I'm done here, I'll come up. Don't put anything on yet, I want to inspect your choices first."

He looked like he was going to say something, but changed his mind, and with one more glance at the screen, he turned and went upstairs.

I finished reading the rest of the pages, using the time to formulate in my mind what I wanted to do to Dan. I had not enough time to really read the whole thing, there was quite a lot of material there. Dan and Clarissa had been very busy with their site. I smirked, thinking that she had implied that they had met at a photographic 'club' and they they had a mutual interest in photography and the internet.

After half an hour I had the basis of a scene played out in my mind. I wasn't sure how Dan would react, but I would have to trust to my instincts. I got up, turned off the PC and the lights downstairs, locked the front door and went up to the bedroom. Gary was naked, his legs bare. I was surprised how much of a difference the shaving made to the appearance of his legs. He was totally erect, smoothing out the items he had chosen on the bedspread.

I liked his choices. A pair of grey lacy nylon panties, black suspenders and stocking and a grey satiny cami-top that matched the panties.

I waled over to him.

"Dan, go down on your knees." I said, keeping my tone even and kindly.

He knelt in front of me. I took a step closer, right up against him.

"Dan, I want to sleep with other men." I said. "I want to tell you this now, before we start, because I don't want you to agree to this when you're really wound up or it will be like I'm tricking you or blackmailing you. I want to do it, and I want you to accept it."

"Jenny, as long as you don't think that I love you any less, then I'll be okay with that. I love you more than anything, and I want you to be happy, and yes, I think that it will excite me too."

"Okay, well, I'm not saying I'm actually going to do anything about it, at least not just yet, but I wanted to get that out there first. Now, I want to change. you can watch me if you like."

He nodded. I stripped off my work clothes and began to dress in sexier underwear. As I did so, I spoke. I told Dan an abbreviated version of what had transpired with Clarissa and Gary that day. I told him in particular about what Clarissa had said about being able to 'read' submissive men. By that point I'd put on high heels, panties, hold-up stockings and a small bustier that I had once been given as a present. I looked around at Dan as I draped a satin nightie over my shoulders.

"She's right, of course." I said. "While she was talking, I was ticking off all her points - obsession with my legs, the way you defer to me, the way you droop your eyes, the way you put me on a pedastal, the way you look at me when you think I don't notice. The whole thing with you."

He was still on his knees, gazing at me.

"Say it." I said, my tone still kindly.

He looked unsure.

"I'm, eh, I'm a submissive man?" He asked.

"Yes. Yes, you are. And what else are you?"

"I'm, eh, I'm a sissy."

I smiled. "Yes, you're a sissy Dan. A sissy who can't wait to get into his panties. What else are you though?"

I took a step closer, letting him drink me in with his eyes, in all my finery.

"I'm, I'm your bitch Jenny."

"Yes." I smiled, feeling triumphant and extraordinarily turned on. "You're Jenny's bitch."

He looked totally entranced. I picked up the stockings, and looked at him, cocked an eyebrow.

"Please may I have your stocking, Jenny." He said, guessing my intent.

"Yes, you may." I replied and handed it to him.

"You understand that you will look silly in the these's women's underthings don't you?" I asked as he pulled it on.

I continued, "You wearing them is sexy to me, not because of how you look, but because they make you feminine, they symbolise and express your submission to me, the dominant partner in our relationship. You're not becoming a girl, but you are becoming less than a man."

He listened to me, rapt, as I explained how things were, and how they would be. My thoughts, so jumbled in the last couple of weeks were quite clear now. Reading Clarissa's words on her site had crystalised my ideas, and while I still was a little unsure about what we were doing, I was determined to press ahead, because I couldn't imagine supressing these desires even a moment longer.

"Over these last few days, as you so willingly submitted to my whims I've felt pangs of guilt at how I treated you. Now, I've realised that they were pointless, since you don't just love me, you worship me, don't you?"

He nodded, and I handed him the other stocking.

"You need me to show you that I am in charge, you need me to dominate you, feminise you, don't you."

He nodded again, and I handed him the suspender belt for him to put it on.

"You need me to make you my bitch, don't you?"

He gasped a little and croaked out "Yes, Jenny."

I smiled at him, a warm smile full of love.

"I feel such a sense of wonderful power." I said. "Having you submit to me, having you wear ladies' underwear lets me know how much you love me, and how desirable and special I am."

"Yes Jenny."

"Is that all you can say?"

"Yes. Eh, no. Jenny, thank you for doing this. I didn't dare hope that you would feel like this. It's, it's wonderful."

"Do you think so? I think you probably don't realise that this won't be easy for you. I don't mean to just let you dress up every now and again and ogle at me. I know now that being submissive isn't something you can just play at. I mean for you to submit to me in everything from now on. Do you understand?"

"Eh, no Jenny, I don't think so."

"That's okay, crawl over to me here and put your head in my lap."

 

Session Six

I sat on the edge of the bed, and cradled my poor husband's face between my hands and my thighs.

"I mean, darling Dan, that you'll no longer be the man in the house, I will. I will wear the trousers in this relationship from now on. Understand? This isn't going to be a simple role- reversal. At the moment, you defer to me a lot, and we have a mostly equal, modern relationship, but what we will have from now on will be a little more old-fashioned, a more fifties style relationship. I will make all the decisions, and my pretty little wifey will be happy to accept them. Do you see?"

He nodded. "You will be dependant on me for everything, and you will do everything to please me, not because I'm cruel, on the contrary, I will be the most loving and attentive partner a man could have, but the fear of dissapointing me, of making me unhappy with you will be terrible. You will long for my love, and the more I give it, the more you will burn to serve me and please me. You will wash for me, cook for me, try your best to look pretty for me and support me in everything I do. Do you see?"

"Yes Jenny." He said, and I could tell that he didn't just mean it, he could see it would be true, that it was already true.

"Jenny?" He said.

"Yes, honey, you don't need to be afraid, you can ask me anything."

"Will you still want me to work, or do you want me to give up my job?"

I smiled at him.

"For the moment, no. I don't want you to be bored, and I'm sure you can take on the housework and still keep your job. I will help a little you know."

"And Jenny?"

"Yes, my sweet."

"Will you want me to wear your clothes all the time?"

"Now, don't be silly, it's you who wants to wear my clothes, I'm just giving you permission. You can wear what you like"

"I see. So would it be okay if I just wore panties under my trousers when I'm at work?"

"You can wear whatever you like my darling." I said, and smiled down at him. "But remember what I say, don't expect this to be easy. It's all very well to agree to these things now, when you're looking up at me in my lingerie, but tomorrow, or in a few days time, when you have your arms up to your elbows in sudds in the kitchen sink, and I am relaxing, or out with my friends, it won't be so easy. You will need to remember this moment, and who you are. Do you remember who you are?"

"I'm your bitch Jenny."

"That's right, Jenny's bitch. Now Dan, do you want to put on these lacy, skimpy panties?"

"Yes, please Jenny."

"Even though they will be the badge of your total surrender to your wife?"

"Yes. I want to, please, I love you so much."

"I know Dan." I said, and I handed him the delicate garment.

He stood and pulled them up over his straining cock. I smiled indulgently at it too, as if it were a cute family pet, attentive, eager to please, much loved, but not to be taken seriously.

This was going so well. There was only one thing missing.

"Dan, I know it's a pain, but I want you to do something for me first. I want you to go and find your black rucksack and take off the straps. Take them off completely and then bring them in to me here."

He looked worried. "Jenny, you're not going to tie me up are you?" He asked, querelessly.

I lifted one eyebrow at this impudence. He swallowed, looked like he was going to apologise and then scurried out of the bedroom, bringing his flapping erection with him.

I lay back on the bed and luxuriated in my silky lingerie. My only regret was that I had never thought to do anything like this before. What had I been afraid of? That was silly, I hadn't been afraid of anything, but I had just never imagined that there were men out there would like to be treated like this, especially not my Dan. It was only meeting Clarissa and Gary that had opened my eyes to what had always been staring me in the face.

Dan returned quickly with the straps. He held them out to me, but I just gestured to the bedside table. There would be time for them later.

I strectched out on the bed and motioned for Dan to join me.

"Now, honey. I want you to begin to learn how I need to be touched. You're already quite good at this, but you could do with concentrating and learning more. Firstly, I want you to massage me. Gently, beginning with my feet. I'll instruct you as we go."

And he began, reverently, obediently, to worship my body with his hands. As he did so, I let him know how he was doing, what he should avoid and what he should do more of. We relaxed, taking it slowly, getting used to our new roles, me in charge, the object of his affection, he loving and attentive, following my directions.

Soon, I was tingling all over, and feeling as relaxed and aroused as it was possible to feel.

"Now, I want you to gently suck on my nipples. Swirl them with your tongue. That's it. When I press on the back of your head, go a little harder, when I push to the side, move to the other breast. Ah, yes Dan. Does it feel good to finally suck on them? Mmmm. I know it does. Now, let me tell you how much I love you Dan. You are the kindest sweetest man, and I love you with all my heart. I can't begin to tell you how good you make me feel. I don't want to ever have to punish you or even scold you for not pleasing me, and I know that you will do your best to serve me. All I want is for you to feel happy and loved. I know that this is what you've been longing for, and I feel so happy that we've finally discovered how best to please each other. I only regret that we didn't try this out sooner. Not that I regret what we have had so far, but I think that this, oh, yes, that's very nice, this will be a new wonderful life for us both. Now Dan, kiss me."

And he moved up, letting his body brush over mine and, looking into my eyes, pressed his lips against mine, and let my tongue invade his mouth. It was mildly surprising how natural and easy it all felt. I had been getting used to him wearing my clothes when we made love for a while now, but this was quite different. It wasn't really about power and control, but rather about surrender and acceptance. I pressed myself against him, letting him know how he made me feel.

I broke off the kiss and moved my mouth to his ear.

"Now, I want to spank you." I breathed.

"Oh Christ." He said. And for a moment I thought he mightn't actually want this, but I realised his predicament. He was on the point of coming already.

"Don't you dare come." I whispered fiercely, and in truth, I would have been very annoyed with him if he had spoilt all my delicious build up by having his orgasm far too early.

"Oh Jenny. I'll try, but I just know that when you put me over your lap...."

"Oh, for pity's sake Dan, don't be so pathetic." I hissed back at him. "Go get your scrunchie."

He leapt off the bed like he'd been jolted with a cattle prod and grabbed it from the bedside drawer. He handed it to me. I doubled it over a couple of times and then pulled it taut over his penis, working it down to the base before letting it snap back tight.

I looked up at Dan, he'd been biting his lip while I did this, and then let it slowly come loose from his teeth. It was such a girlish mannerism, one that I'd noticed before. I smiled, sat more comfortably at the edge of the bed, and patted my thighs.

"Now, my girl, put your bottom on Jenny's lap so shecan show you who's boss. And after each spank I want you to say 'Thank You Jenny.'"

He nodded, his eyes wide. I notcied his breathing was rapid and shallow. Thrugh the skimpy cami-top I could see his heart thump in his chest. His cock, now back in it's satin pantie was still just as solid despite the tourniquet.

He was still standing there, hesitating, almost in a trance. I patted him on his pantied ass.

"Hop to it, Sissy boy." I said, and he got down and draped himself onto my lap, half on the bed, half off.

I swirled my hand over his ass through the sheer nylon. I thought about times before with Helen. She'd once asked me to do this and I'd demurred, claiming I didn't like the idea. Afterwards I'd wondered what it would have been like. I wondered now again, and thought of doing this with Clarissa, or maye having her spank me. That was an alluring thought. For the moment though, I just wanted to put my husand in his place, and give him this treat.

I whapped my hand down on his ass, not very hard, but he gasped and bucked nevertheless.

"Ahhh."

He let the gasp whoosh out of him. I paused and he remembered.

"Thank you Jenny!" He said, through teeth gritted with pleasure.

"You're welcome Honey." I said as I gently caressed his ass and thighs again. "Now, tell me who the sissy is in this marriage."

SPANK

"Oh, I am Jenny. I am, Dan is the Sissy!"

"And who is in charge?"

SPANK!

"Oh, you are Jenny, You are. Jenny is in charge."

"And who is Jenny's bitch?"

SPANK!

"I am, I am, I'm your bitch!"

SPANK

"And who needs to be spanked by his lovely wife?"

SPANK

"Oh, I do. I do, I need to be spanked."

SPANK

"Well, that's good, honey, because I'm going to spank you whenever I want."

SPANK

"Oh thank you Jenny!" SPANK "Thank you!" SPANK "Oh Jenny" SPANK "Thank you!" SPANK "Thank" SPANK "You" SPANK "Ahhh" SPANK "Ah" SPANK "Ah" SPANK SPANK SPANK. And I spanked him until he was only able to gasp as I whapped his ass again and again.

Without letting him up from my knees, I stopped, and reached past him, still quivering on my lap, to the bedside table where the dildo was waiting. I took the straps that he had fetched and slotted them through the waiting eyelets. They fitted perfectly as I'd known the would. When I had it ready, I lifted him up.

He was still gasping when he saw what I had in my hands. His eyes flew open even wider.

I smiled. "You keep saying you're my bitch but I don't really believe it. Now, I'm going to make you my bitch."

He quailed, but only a little. I could tell he was frightened, but I didn't want him to be scared.

"Now, don't worry, Honey." I said, reaching up to stroke his face. "Lie down on the bed and Jenny will make everything all right."

He slowly lay down and I scooted over to lie beside him, half on top of him, one leg draped over his. I ran my hands over his body, caressing his legs, his cock, his chest through the lingerie.

"Did you enjoy being spanked like a girl Dan."

"Oh yes Jenny."

"And you like the feel of my clothes, don't you? You like dressing like a girl?"

"Yes Jenny, I love it."

"It's nice. I love it too. I love wearing sexy clothes. I love putting on skimpy panties, lacy bras, silky slips and lingerie. All women do, it feels lovely, and the feeling lasts all day, the soft fabric against your skin reminding you how lovely it looks, even if no-one can see it."

I caressed him some more, felt him relaxing. I slowly reached into his panties, began to undo the scrunchie.

"I love being a girl. It's the best. Girls are best, aren't they?"

"Yes Jenny." He said. I could tell from his voice that he was a lot more relaxed, but still enormously aroused.

"Girls get the best clothes, they have the best fun. It's true. Only girls get breasts." I said. "Here, feel them."

I moved his hand to my breasts in their lacy half-cups. "Mmmm. They feel so good to touch don't they?"

"Mmmmm."

"Yes, Mmmmmmm. But you're only getting half of it, They feel so good from the inside too. Oh, so, so good. And when you suck on them, that's oh, so, so good."

I moved his head as I pulled down the cup on my left breast, pressed his eager mouth to my nipple. I gently stroked his cock throught the panty as he swirled his tongue on my nippple.

"Mmmm. Being a girl is so, so good. You get to be beautiful, and wear such nice, sexy clothes, and Mmmmm, make-up, and perfume. Oh yes. I want you to wear some too Dan. Maybe tomorrow, we'll get you some."

"Mmmm" he said, and I smiled down at him.

"And girls get the best part Dan, they get the best of all, the get lovely pussies. Mmmm. So soft and secret, so lovely, so special."

I moved his hand into my own panties, encouraged his finger against my clit, as I continued to stroke the length of his shaft with my other hand.

"Oh yes, lovely pussy, with it's secret button, tucked away inside the silky panty. Lovely inside, oh so wet and warm."

"Mmmmmm" He agreed, entranced.

"And you know the best part Dan? The best part?"

"Mmmm?"

"They get to have lovely hard cocks stuffed into them, and be fucked and fucked and fucked."

"Mmmm."

"Oh yes, lovely pussy gets to have lovely hard cock stretch it open and press in hard and firm. Oh so big, so hard, poor lovely pussy stretched and fucked, deep into her. Oh that's the best part and then out and back in. Fucking hard and deep. Oh yes, that's the best part of being a girl, legs apart and fucked and fucked."

As I spoke, I released him and in one movement, pulled his legs apart and took hold of the straps. I smiled at him as I fastened them around me, the eyelets pulling it erect and horizontal.

"Now, Dan, what do you want?" I asked.

"Oh, Jenny, yes, please make me your bitch." He said, still nervous, but now eager.

I smiled again and lowered myself to kiss him. I straightened up and pulled a jar of jelly from the bedside drawer. I scooped some into my hand and lubricated the dildo, then pulled aside the skimpy panty and pressed some into his open ass.

"Mmmmm. Lovely pussy." I murmered, and then leaned forward, letting the tip push against him. I expected to have to push hard, but the smooth dildo and the jelly allowed me easy access. Dan though, gasped and drew in his breath sharply.

"Okay?" I asked.

"Oh, deeper." He pleaded, and with a grin I withdrew and then pressed in harder. His breath shucked into his lungs as I pressed the dildo home into him.

"Fuck!" He said, pressing his hands against the headboard to press against me.

"Yes." I said, and thrust again.

I fucked him gently, going deep but not too hard. I pulled my bustier aside to let my breasts free and caught his ankles in my hands as I found my rhythm. I had no idea how long he would last like this, and I wanted to make it as good as I could for him. Never having done this before I wasn't sure how best to proceed, but I seemed to be doing okay by the high- pitched gasps and squeels that my husband produced as I fucked him.

Soon, from his breath and the noises, I could tell he was getting close to coming, though his cock actually seemed almost soft. I leaned in to him.

"Now, you see why I told you that I intended sleeping around at the start? If I had told you now, now that I've made you my bitch it wouldn't have been fair, would it?"

"No." He gasped, gazing at me as I pumped into him, my breasts juggling and my suspenders rasping against the backs of his thighs.

"Jenny." He panted. "Jenny, please, I want you to be happy. Ahhhh. Oh. Oh, if you want to, I know you will, but yes, if you want to, then yes, please fuck around. I want you to feel good, as good as you are making me feel. Oh please."

"That's it baby. Now come for me." And I speeded my pace as he let out his high-pitched yelps and the white come fairly flowed from his flacid cock, pooling on his belly and soaking his cami-top.

 

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