Lost Desires (Cravings 0.5) (An Erotic Romance Short Story)
Date: 2014-08-11 00:00:00+00:00
Publisher: Unknown

Lost Desires

Rachael Orman

Lost Desires

Copyright 2014 by Rachael Orman

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To the man that still lights up my life after many years of marriage.

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Chapter 1

Pushing back from my desk, I sighed. I had seen enough half nude bodies for the day. Well, okay, time for a break at least. Standing and stretching my back, I watched my two kids play with their toys on the floor. A half wall separated their space from mine, and some days, that was all that kept me from losing my sanity. My son was five, and my daughter was three. They got along most of the time, but the days they didn’t might as well have been a week long. When the kids were fighting, every second ticked by so incredibly slow. That’s how life was though, right? When I needed time to crawl so that I could get my work done, it sped by. When I wanted it to go by faster, it hit the brakes. It was worse than normal during the summer since I had both kids at home instead of at least one at school.

Turning, I went into the kitchen to get dinner started. Once I got the casserole in the oven, I emptied the dishwasher, the sound of the dishes clanging together not helping my headache, and reloaded it. Shooing the kids to the bathroom next so I get them bathed while the smell of dinner baking began to fill the house. Once I got the kids dressed and at the table to eat, Ian, walked through the door. The children holler at their father in pure delight.

“Hi, Dear,” I called out as I plated food for the kids and set it in front of them. I grabbed a plate for myself and joined them at the table.

“How is everyone?” Ian mumbled, pulling at the tie around his neck. Both kids answered him before spooning food into their mouths. I’d made one of their favorite meals, so they weren’t going to fight me to eat tonight.

“How was work?” I asked between bites as Ian looked through the stack of mail I left on the counter for him.

“Just another day,” he answered, distracted. Taking the bills with him, he retreated to our bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. He usually stopped by the bathroom to relieve himself before finally showing up at the dinner table. I had cleaned off the kids’ plates and my own before he came out, which was the norm. He sat at the table, and I brought him a plate with silverware before gathering up the kids and carrying them one at a time off to bed. After chapstick and backrubs, they were finally tucked in for the night.

I returned to the kitchen to put the chapstick back in its hiding place, so little hands wouldn’t find it and make a mess out of it later. Leaning back against the counter, I eyed my husband as he opened and read whatever had been in the mail. He was still the same handsome man I’d married ten years ago. His dark brown hair had little shoots of gray peppered throughout it now, but it was still kept in the short, semi-military haircut he’d worn since I’d met him. His daring, green eyes had dulled over the years and were now simply worn down green framed with fine smile lines. His once hard body was still firm but had softened as his metabolism slowed. Not that I really should speak. I had aged too. My shiny brown hair was now a shade that only a bottle could give me. I carried around an extra sixty pounds, thanks to two pregnancies. Neither of us were the people we had been when we got married, but we were still very much in love as far as I knew.

I listened as he talked about his day at work. Another dull day as an accountant. Once he had recounted his day, he asked how the kids had been. My usual ‘good’ came out without thinking about it. I knew he cared for their wellbeing but wasn’t really interested in how they’d been. I was the one who got to deal with them so it really only impacted me how they behaved. Sighing, I gave him a brief kiss on the lips before heading to take a shower. When I finished, feeling more refreshed now that I’d washed away the day, I found him sitting at his computer. I returned to my desk to get in some more work in before turning in for the day. My job was to get new merchandise listed for an online lingerie company, among many other little tasks, and it actually kept me pretty busy but not so busy I couldn’t take care of the kids.

Just like every other day, I worked until I could barely keep my eyes open. I gave Ian a kiss on the top of his head. “I’m off to bed.”

“Okay, Brit. I’ll be there in a few. I just want to finish reading this article.” Ian squeezed my hand that I had rested on his shoulder before turning his full attention back to the computer screen.

That night, as I laid there in bed alone, again, I wondered if this was what happened to every couple. Before we’d gotten married, we’d been like rabbits. We had sex often and in as many places as we could. We pretty much continued on that way until we had our first. Then things had slowed, but we still had a great sex life. After our second was born though, it was like it just dropped off the face of the Earth. We would occasionally laugh about sexy things or flirt, but for the most part, we were more of friends than sexual partners.

I still found him sexually attractive, but by the time I got into bed at the end of the night, the last thing I felt like doing was having sex. He always said he was in the mood, but rarely acted on it. I didn’t know if it was because he didn’t find me attractive anymore, or if he was just afraid I’d shut him down. With those thoughts bouncing around in my head, I tossed and turned until I finally fell into a fitful sleep.

In the morning, I was woken up by two overly energetic kiddos. Dragging my feet, I closed the door softly behind me, since Ian was still sleeping, and then made my way to the kitchen to get them their morning glass of milk with dry cereal to snack on until I made them breakfast. Ian came out shortly after us, showered and dressed for another day at the office, offering quick kisses to everyone before he headed out to work.

Yet again, everything was just the same as it was the day before, and the day before that. I was tired of our routine. Sure, it worked, but I wasn’t happy like this. I wanted to be excited for something in my life instead of just existing. Deciding I knew exactly what I needed, I called up my friend, Tara. She was single without any kids, but she always had something going on. I didn’t think she’d ever been bored a day in her life.

After making plans to meet with her for lunch, I hung up and quickly rushed through getting the kids out of their jammies and into daytime clothes. I checked in with work and made sure there wasn’t anything I had to do right away before getting ready myself. I slipped on a knee length skirt that helped hide my wide thighs and hips and then pulled on a loose shirt to cover my belly and large breasts. I ran my brush quickly through my hair that fell past my shoulders before rounding up the kids, who had been jumping on the bed while I dressed. It only took us a couple of minutes to get from the house to the car and everyone buckled up. It was almost a record for us since there was always some sort of drama – forgotten items or random running around the vehicle before finally piling in.

Once I pulled up in front of the restaurant I was meeting Tara at, I breathed in a relieved breath. No fighting had occurred, giving me a semi-peaceful, calming drive. After unbuckling the kids, we walked hand in hand up to the front where Tara was sitting on a bench waiting for us. All five foot seven of her. She had on skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed off how slender she was. I was jealous of her body. I had once had a body like that, but no matter what I did, I could not lose the weight I had gained.

“So, what is going on?” Tara blurted out as soon as we were shown to a table, not one to beat around the bush. I looked over at my kids, one on either side of the table, but they were both busy scribbling with the provided coloring pages and crayons.

“I don’t know. I feel sort of crazy saying this. I just feel like things between Ian and I have fizzled out. Are we growing apart or is it just the natural way of life and marriage? I have no idea.” I spoke quietly as I leaned across the table towards her.

“Are you thinking of divorce?” Tara couldn’t quite conceal the surprised look on her face.

“No! No. Not at all. Not like that. Just, uh, sexually. You know. We never, uh, do it. When we do it is missionary and I always have to fake it just so he’ll get it over with.” I tilt my head away from the children more. I know they aren’t likely to understand what I’m talking about but I still feel awkward even talking about this type of stuff out loud, let alone in front of them.

“Ah. I get it. So you aren’t getting satisfied in the sack?” Tara laughed softly.

“It’s not just that. I don’t even feel like doing it, so it’s not even his performance in question, I just don’t desire it anymore.” I shrug. “Maybe it’s me.”

“Babe, it isn’t you. It’s just part of being a mother. I’ve told you before, you have to get comfortable with your new sexy curves. I bet that really has a lot to do with it. If you don’t want to get naked, why would you want to have naked sex?” Tara smiled as the waiter walked up to get our drink order then disappeared again. “I think you should see a sex counselor.”

“A sex counselor? That sounds very unpleasant. I don’t want to have to talk about all this stuff with some stranger.” I shook my head with absolute conviction. That might be for some people, but that wasn’t for me. I was having a hard enough time talking about this in front of my best friend. No way was I going to be able to talk about it to a stranger.

“Why not? What if it could fix your sex life, your love life, your marriage? You should try it. I’ll find you a good one. I know a couple of people that might have some recommendations,” Tara suggested as she dug in her purse, eventually pulled out her phone, and scrolled through her contacts.

“I don’t know, Tara. I don’t know if I could get Ian to go, if I did want to go.” I run my fingers through my hair as I try to think calmly and not jump to any type of conclusions. Would I be willing to try something new if it changed things back to the way they were? Would Ian? At least I had a reason to bring it up because Tara was writing a number down on a napkin.

“Here, call this guy. A few of the couples I know have said he is the best and did wonders for their sex lives.” Tara smiles boldly at me. “I think it’d do you good. Now is not the time to hide behind that shyness. Do it.”

I slid the napkin off the table ledge to tuck it into my purse where I can look at it later, and if I decide it’s something I want to do, then I’ll have to figure out how the hell I’m going to bring this up to my husband.

Chapter 2

That night, when Ian got home from work and the kids were quietly tucked in bed, I leaned against the edge of his desk where he was looking over news stories for the day on his computer. When I didn’t say anything after a moment, he paused and looked up at me. “Yes?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to sit on the couch and watch TV together tonight.” A small smile came over my face. “You know, turn off the computers and phones for a while before we go to bed.”

“Uh, sure.” Ian scanned the rest of the article he had been reading before shutting it down and walking with me to the couch. I sat right next to him, and he rested his hand on my thigh while he flipped through the channels with the other. Finally settling on a show both of us could stand, he set the remote aside and rubbed my thigh. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, why?” I frowned, not liking that the simple request to spend time with me made him think something was wrong. It just showed me how far apart we’d grown. We used to always spend the night together before going to bed.

“Just wondering,” Ian answered noncommittally. After sitting there for a few minutes in silence, watching the images on the screen, I turned to face Ian.

“I want to go see a counselor.” The words flew out of my mouth before I could get nervous about it. I had wanted to start this conversation a little smoother, but at least now it was out, and we could talk about it.

“Okay.” Ian dragged the word out.

“Well, not just any counselor, a sex counselor,” I clarified which got an surprised eyebrow raise out of him.

“Uh…” Ian sat there looking at me, his mouth slightly open. I wanted him to say something, but he didn’t. Gathering all my wits, I swallowed hard, knowing I was going to have to be the one to start.

“I think we are growing apart. Sexually. We never have sex. We are too young to not have sex. I want us to have sex. I want us to figure out what is missing. It’s got to be worth a shot, right?” I grabbed one of his hands in both of mine as I waited for his response to my sudden confession.

“What do they do there?” Ian asked after taking a moment, clarifying. “At the sex therapist.”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged slightly. “I was just thinking that we could go once and see how it goes. If we don’t like it, we don’t have to go back.”

“And this is what you want to do? You want to open our private life to some stranger?” Ian squeezed my hands slightly. I gave him my best puppy eyes and nodded. “Then we’ll do it. I’d try anything once if it meant keeping you happy. I’ll say, though, if I don’t like it after the first time I’m not going again.”

And there was the man that I had fallen in love with and was totally missing lately. I leaned forward, pressing my mouth to his. Scooting closer on the couch, I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and tilted my head, tentatively touching his lips with my tongue. When I got a welcoming separation, I slid into his mouth to slip and dance with him. Large, warm hands glided under my shirt and up my back to pull me closer to him. Just as I was reaching to undo his pants, he pulled back.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Ian said before standing and holding out a hand to help me up as well. Once we were in our room, where the children were less likely to barge in, Ian quickly stripped out of his clothes and laid on his back in the middle of the bed. “Come here.”

My heart beat a little quicker as I quickly pulled my clothes off and climbed on the bed next to him. After kissing me briefly, Ian pulled back and oh so slightly nudged my head downward. I knew what he wanted, he loved when I sucked his cock, but I didn’t feel like doing it this time. Instead, I threw a leg over his hips to straddle his erect cock.

“Ooh, okay.” Ian grinned as his palms ran up and down my thighs. Reaching between my legs, I slid the blunt tip of his erection along my entrance before slowly sinking down on him. Rocking up then sliding back down, I took him deeper and deeper until I finally had him all the way inside my tight channel.

Using my legs, I lifted myself over and over as Ian laid there, letting me ride him. He wasn’t helping at all and rather looked like he wasn’t enjoying it. Holding back a sigh, I climbed off him to move to my back so he could mount me. I knew this was his preferred position, missionary always had been. Moving quickly, he slid into me and picked up a quick, intense rhythm without hesitation. After a few minutes filled with him grunting and me staring at the ceiling, his body tensed, and he let out a rough groan, signifying he was done. He collapsed on my chest, breathing rapidly until he finally pulled himself off me. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up the mess left behind from our love making and I put on my comfy clothes again.

By the time I climbed in bed, Ian was lightly snoring. I leaned over to kiss his forehead, then pulled the covers up so that I too could get some sleep.

In the morning, I gave the kids their milk and cereal before opening my purse and digging out the number that Tara had given me for the sex doctor. It was only a number, she hadn’t included a name. I’d have to be sure to thank her later for making this even more awkward. Once they were done with their breakfast, I told the kids that mommy had to make a phone call, asking them to be quiet before retreating back to the kitchen where I could still see them leaning against each other on the couch, watching TV.

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, I picked up my phone and dialed the number. It rang once, twice, three times. No answer. After the fourth ring, it went to a voicemail that was simply a robotic voice stating the number I had dialed before telling me to leave a message. I quickly hung up the phone without saying a word. What could I say? I had no name to say who I was looking for, and I certainly wasn’t going to leave a message on some random person’s number saying I was looking for a sex therapist. Yeah, no thanks. I set my phone on the counter and turned around just as Ian was walking in with his dress pants and shirt on with his tie around his neck, not yet tied.

“How’d you sleep, baby?” Ian asked, grabbing a travel cup and filling it with coffee.

“Good. You?” I forced a smile. I hadn’t slept well at all, but I didn’t want to admit it.

“Excellent. I always sleep great after sex.” With a wink and a smile, he went to kiss the kids goodbye. Taking his coffee, he left for the day. I threw the therapist’s number in the trash and went about my day as normal. I didn’t have time to worry about it. I’d have to ask Tara for a different recommendation or look online or something when I had a chance.

It was just after noon when I heard my phone ring out from the kitchen. I had just gotten both the kids to sit down at the dining table to eat their lunch, so I rushed into the room and hit the answer button without looking at who it was.

“Hello?” I answered breathlessly.

“Yes, hi. I received a call from this number this morning. I’m very sorry I missed your call and that it has taken me so long to get back to you. What can I help you with?” A male voice purred across the line. If I wasn’t mistaken, he had a bit of an accent too, but it was muddled through the phone, so I couldn’t be sure.

“Oh, um, yes. You see, my friend gave me your number, but she forgot to give me a name.” I hesitated as I folded then refolded a kitchen towel nervously. “What I mean is that she said that you, uh, could help my husband and me out… with, uh, you know.”

“Ah. So someone referred you to me for sex therapy?” The man’s voice carried a comforting smile across the line. “That is what you called for, correct?”

“Uh, yes.” I knew my face was on fire, but thankfully, the man wasn’t in the same room as me, so there was no one to see me blush.

“Okay. Well, I can meet you this evening if you are available. Otherwise, we would have to wait until sometime late next week, as I am going out of town.” The voice responded.

“Tonight. Wow, okay, uh, what time exactly? Where? I have children, so I would have to find someone to watch them if we go out.” I sputtered out thoughts as they jumped in my mind.

“Well, I could come to you, if that is easier. What time do the children go to bed? I would prefer to show up once they are in bed so there is less chance of interruptions.” He didn’t hesitate with his answer, which made me think that he must go to his clients often.

“The children are usually in bed by eight, so after that would work.” I kept fiddling with the towel. “I’m sorry, but what is your name?”

“Oh, excuse me. I am John O’Rourke. You can just call me John, though. What shall I call you, miss?” John questioned.

“I’m Brittany Harris. My husband is Ian Harris. Everyone calls me Brit, though.” I felt my shoulders relaxing. This wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated.

“How fitting. I’m British and you are Brit. Nice to meet you.” John let out a chuckle at his own joke. “If you would give me your address, I will be at your place shortly after eight.”

I recited our address to him, and then we said our goodbyes. I sent Ian a quick text to let him know that we would have a guest tonight and simply left off who it would be. I didn’t know if he was serious about going forward with the therapist, but I would soon find out. Lastly, I sent a text to Tara, informing her that I had actually gone through with it and we were meeting that night. Plus, in case he turned into some psycho, at least someone knew he was coming over.

Setting my phone back down on the counter, I went to the table to sit with the kids while they finished eating so that we could start the daily battle for naps.

Chapter 3

The rest of the day passed in a flash, and before I knew it, Ian was home sitting at the table eating his dinner. I put the kids to bed early so I could take a few minutes to myself. I changed into a pair of nice jeans and a loose top that I thought helped accent my breasts. Deciding I didn’t want to look like a dowdy housewife, I put a swipe of blush on each cheek and a touch of eyeliner with mascara before returning to the kitchen. Ian was where he’d been when I left.

“So, who is coming over? You keep avoiding the question.” Ian asked, pushing away his plate. He had asked me a few times since I’d told him. I picked it up and took it to the sink to rinse it before placing it in the dishwasher, giving myself a few more moments before answering.

“Well, I called and set up an appointment with a therapist.” I said, wiping my hands on a towel. Ian let out a loud sigh.

“Brit, I thought you would let it go after last night. A therapist means something is broken and needs to be fixed. There is nothing wrong with us.” Pushing back from the table, he straightened his tie, a sign that he was agitated. “Please tell me that is not who is coming over here.”

“Uh, yeah.” Before I could say anything else, the doorbell rang, followed by a soft knock, letting me know that our guest had arrived. I gave Ian a reassuring smile; well, as reassuring as I could since I was extremely nervous. “Guess he’s here.”

“He? It’s a man? Oh, this ought to be interesting.” Ian plopped down on the couch in the living room as I moved to answer the door.

My mouth fell open at the sight in front of me when I opened it. I didn’t know what I expected, but certainly not a six foot something, tall, dark and handsome. Maybe dark was the wrong term. His hair was light brown and pushed back off his forehead. When his eyes met mine, I saw they too weren’t dark, but a brilliant blue. He was definitely tall and handsome.

“Well, hello. You must be Brittany,” the man said with a light British accent.

“Ahh…” I knew I was practically drooling, but really, you didn’t run across men that looked like him every day, let alone about to welcome him in to talk to you and your spouse about sex. Shaking myself, I cleared my throat and said, “Yes, yes, I’m sorry. You just surprised me is all. Please, come in. John, right?”

“Yes. Thank you.” John nodded his head as the corner of his lips lifted slightly before stepping in through the door. I quietly shut it and took a deep breath to calm my rapidly beating heart. Turning around, I gestured towards my husband, who looked none too pleased.

“Ian, this is John, the therapist. John, this is Ian, my husband.” I gave Ian my best, stop-pouting-and-play-nice look. He sighed and got up to greet John.

“Nice to meet you, I guess, although I didn’t have much choice in this.” Ian said, making me roll my eyes.

“Well, let’s all sit down and get comfortable. Then I’ll get into some details and we can talk about where we want things to go, okay?” John gestured towards the couch as if it was his living room that we were in. Ian and I sat next to each other on the couch while John sat in one of the arm chairs. “Let’s talk about what the issue seems to be.”

“There isn’t one.” Ian spoke as I shook my head. This would be the biggest hurdle. I knew once Ian admitted there were problems in the bedroom, we could move on and make progress.

“Okay, then let me ask your wife.” John leaned forward, resting the elbows of his muscular arms on the knees of his jeans. The black t-shirt he was wearing gaped at the neck, letting me see no hair poking up from his chest. Ian had short springy hair that lightly dusted his chest, so I wondered what it would be like to run my hands up a hairless chest.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked when I realized that I’d missed a question. I needed to get my head straight if I was going to get anything from this so called therapist.

“What do you think is wrong in your relationship?” John repeated his question. I closed my eyes and looked at the ceiling before looking right at John.

“Our sex life sucks.” There, it was out. I’d said it. I heard Ian turn in his seat to look at me, but I kept my eyes on John.

“What is bad about it?” John kept his eyes locked on mine, feeding me strength to open up on such a delicate matter.

“I feel like since we’ve had kids, things have just gotten… I don’t know. Monotonous? Routine, I guess works best. We rarely have sex, and when we do, it’s always missionary.” I closed my eyes as it was almost painful to say such things out loud.

“That’s not true. Just last night we had sex with you on top,” Ian interrupted.

“For a few seconds before you were tired of looking at me, so we switched to missionary, like always.” I sighed. I didn’t want to fight. I loved my husband, but I wanted to love sex again. I wanted him to love sex again.

“Ah. I see where the issue is. So let me see if I get this right.” John stood and smoothed his pants. I felt a bit like I was going to receive a lesson like I used to in school. Should I have gotten paper to take notes on? Shoot, I didn’t think of that till now. John’s British inflection broke into my thoughts. “Brittany, ever since you had kids, you don’t feel as sexy as you once did. Different body, different responsibilities, changes all around, right? Especially in the bedroom.”

“Yes, I could agree with that.” I shrugged. Wasn’t exactly how I would’ve phrased it, but close enough.

“Ian, you on the other hand, have two new mouths to feed along with a wife to care for and all the same stresses of work to handle, which in reality have more than doubled because you are the main breadwinner, correct?” John turned to look at Ian as he spoke. I heard Ian clear his voice before agreeing. “It’s rather simple to fix this. After a few sessions with me, you will be surprised at the changes you’ll see. However, my sessions are very hands on, and I will push you to overcome these boundaries that have come up between you two. There will be a few uncomfortable moments at first, but if you want to have the same love life you had before kids, then it’ll be worth it.”

John explained what he expected for his next visit, which would be in exactly one week. We would meet at a hotel this time though, so we would have to find someone to watch the kids for the night, or at least a few hours. I was to show up twenty minutes before Ian, and then before Ian came in, I would be blindfolded so that Ian could get his ‘lesson’ from John. Then John would let us have sex however we desired while he watched so he could find out where he needed to help us ‘improve’. Just from him talking about it, I was incredibly turned on and scared all at the same time. I’d been with men before my husband - he wasn’t my first - but never had someone watched my husband and I together. Surprisingly, Ian stood before I did to shake John’s hand and thank him for coming over.

Once John was out the front door and it was locked again, Ian turned to me and pulled me close to him, a hand sinking into my hair. “I don’t know about you, but I’m incredibly turned on just with the thought of someone watching us.” Closing the distance between our lips, Ian gave me one of the hungriest kisses I’d ever received. I melted into him as his free hand caressed the soft flesh of my ass, squeezing and pulling me against him while his tongue tempted and teased me. Finally, he pulled back, gazing in my eyes. “Let’s go to bed.”

Those four words used to excite me, but now they cooled my body. It was a sign that we were still stuck in that rut. The same thing happened as usual - granted, we hadn’t had sex two nights in a row in forever - but the most amazing kiss was followed with the same missionary position, him getting off before me, and then rolling over and going to sleep.

The week slowly passed as I filled with excitement and nerves. Ian and I didn’t talk about it again; we went back to our normal pattern. Days filled with kids and work, nights filled with work and sleep. One day after another dragged on until finally it was Thursday again. In the morning, I called and checked in with my mother-in-law to make sure she could still take the kids as I had set up with her last Friday. I told her we were going to see a movie and dinner; she didn’t mind watching the kids for a night for us though, so it really didn’t matter what the excuse was.

Once I finally got both kids to take a nap, I jumped in the shower and took the time for once to blow dry my hair and do a full face of makeup. Not heavy, but I rarely took the time to put on concealer, eye shadow, lip liner, and all the other little touches that made me feel beautiful. Without makeup I wasn’t bad looking, but I wanted to look special for our special night. I had straight, fine brown hair, big hazel eyes and a small straight nose that had a spattering of freckles on it. Back when I was thin, I had a nice chin and jawline, but now I had a slight double chin and not-so-discernable jawline. Looking at myself in the mirror once I’d done all the makeup that I knew how to do, I shrugged. This was as good as it was going to get.

Focusing on think sexy, feel sexy, be sexy, I pulled out one of the only thongs I owned. It was black and it was lace. I didn’t wear it often because it was uncomfortable to sit in for long periods, which I had a tendency to do most days. Then I pulled out a solid black bra. It was the closest thing I had that would match. Yes, I know; it was a girl sin to not wearing matching panties and bra, but when I had kids, I just didn’t have time to worry about that anymore. I was lucky to get into a bra most days. I slipped a simple sundress over the top and went to carry out the rest of my day.

When Ian arrived home, we packed up the kids and took them over to his mom’s and then headed out to the hotel. The car ride was completely quiet. I think both of us were a complete bundle of nerves.

Once we arrived at the hotel, Ian said he would eat a quick bite in the hotel restaurant while I went up and he would be up in exactly twenty minutes. I gave him a quick kiss before slipping into the elevator. John had texted me the room number earlier in the day. I pushed the floor button and leaned against the side of the elevator, looking at the ceiling, breathing hard. When the bell dinged to announce that I was at my floor, I jumped and wiped my sweaty palms on my dress before exiting the elevator. Gathering all the courage I could, I walked confidently down the hallway and knocked on the door to John’s room.

“Welcome. Come on in.” John eyed me as he opened the door. He was dressed in a pair of slacks and a black button down shirt that was rolled up, revealing his thick forearms. My entire body was trembling as I stepped across the threshold and wiped my hands against my dress again. “Stand by the bed so we can get started.”

“O…O… Okay,” I stuttered, wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I took small steps until I was standing next to the bed. He walked in front of me. His large, warm palms came to rest on my shoulders.

“Breathe. Absolutely nothing will happen here tonight that you don’t want. I am just here to help you bridge the gap that has come between you and your husband. Since your husband doesn’t see the gap, I want to help you show him how much better things could be so he will no longer be satisfied with the way things are, but want to change them the same way that you do.” John gave me a smile that calmed my heart and slowed my breathing. I nodded in response. Slowly, his palms slid down my arms until he was gripping both my hands in his. “Now, I would like for you to take off your dress so I can see what you have on underneath.”

Before I could think too hard about it, I pulled my dress up and over my head. As it hit the floor, I squeezed my eyes closed. I didn’t like seeing myself naked, let alone allowing this sexy stranger. I wasn’t the twiggy little thing that most men found attractive, but I was doing this for my relationship with my husband. I wanted our marriage to be the one everyone envied. We had everything but a hot sex life, and if this was what would take to get there, I’d do it.

“Don’t close your eyes like that. You are incredibly beautiful,” John said from in front of me, but I could hear his shoes moving along the carpet as he moved behind me. I jumped when his hands came to rest on my hips. “You have these wonderful hips to hold onto.” His hands skimmed up my sides to cup my breasts in my bra. “And these luscious breasts. Any man would be lucky to have these to feast upon.”

I hadn’t had someone compliment me in so long, let alone tell me that I was beautiful. My face was burning a bright red, but my panties were getting damp at the same time, just from a few simple words and tender touches. I swallowed and tried not to let it show in my voice, “Um, thank you.”

“No. Thank you for letting me rest my eyes on such a wonderful sight. You are a true woman with beautiful curves. Now, we have to get your husband to appreciate them and show it. I don’t think that’ll be very hard though.” John gave me a smile as he took one of my hands and slowly lead me closer to the bed. He turned me so that the bed was at my back before he dropped my hand. He stepped closer to me, close enough that I could feel the brush of the slacks on his thighs against mine and the soft cotton of his shirt against my peaked nipples. “Now I want you to lay down on the bed, face up, legs spread, hands above your head. Show him the piece of heaven that awaits him there.”

Gulping, I climbed up on the bed and laid on my back while John’s eyes stayed on me the whole time. It took me a few breaths and some mental cheerleading to get myself to spread my legs and raise my hands over my head. Never before had I put myself in such a vulnerable position. I was exposing all the parts of my body that made me self-conscious. My belly, my thighs, my droopy breasts… Hell, even my pussy was exposed, and that wasn’t something I normally didn’t put on display ever. I just kept repeating it would be worth it in my head until I was finally positioned the way he’d requested.

“Yes, that’s perfect. I am only going to put a blindfold over your eyes, but if you close your legs, I will bind them to the bed. If you bring your arms down, I will tie them up. Do you understand? You will be safe. Your husband will be here, but I need you to trust me that putting yourself in a semi uncomfortable position will make this process go much faster.” John asked. The British accent in his voice was barely noticeable as his voice dropped an octave deeper, and his hand came to rest on one of my ankles. He was standing at the foot of the bed looking me over.

“Yes, I understand.” I struggled to get the words out of my dry, nervous throat. He winked at me and looked over my body.

“I want you to remember one thing and one thing only tonight. This is the first night with me, and there will be one new thing each time we are together. For now, I want you to try to move your body against his as much as possible. If his hands are against your stomach, arch into him. If he is sucking your nipple into his mouth, push your breasts into him more. Show him how much you desire him. How hot his touch makes you.” John released my ankle from his hold as there was a knock on the door. “Now, let me get that blindfold on you. It is time for your husband’s lesson.”

A black satin blindfold was quickly slipped over my eyes before I heard the clip of the door being opened and low murmurs of the men exchanging words. I knew the moment Ian had spotted me. He let out a low growl that I recognized, followed by a murmured ‘fuck’.

“I know, right? She looks damn good laid out like that, doesn’t she?” John questioned from across the room. “Those creamy thighs spread to reveal that beautiful wet pussy. It’s just begging for your attention isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Ian breathed. I could hear his rapid breathing from across the room, which only made me breathe quicker and my pussy grow more excited as the anticipation got heavier.

“Her beautiful, soft breasts are rising and falling, just asking for you to release them from the torture they are in. Go. Take off her bra. Let them escape,” John told Ian. I could hear halting footsteps before the side of the bed dipped. I grabbed handfuls of the pillow to keep myself from reaching out and touching whomever it was that was next to me.

“You okay, baby?” Ian whispered into my ear as I felt his hands slide between me and the mattress to grab ahold of the clasp at the back of my bra.

“Yes. God yes,” I murmured back, just as breathless as he was. “I’m so turned on, I can’t even tell you.”

“Mmm. That makes me so hard when you talk like that,” Ian whispered before pulling back and sliding the straps of my bra up my arms. He pulled my arms apart so he could remove the bra completely before I returned them to their position above my head.

“Come down here and look at her beautiful pussy that is making her panties so wet.” John brought my attention back to him. The bed shifted as Ian moved to the end of the bed. I felt a hand on each of my ankles. I heard a sharp intake of breath from one of them. John said, “Gorgeous, right?”

“Yes. Hell, yeah,” Ian said as one hand slid up my inner thigh until it reached the elastic of my panties around my hip. I let out a moan at the caress and lifted my hips up towards the hand. “I want to see it.”

“Tell her to take them off so you can see her.” John instructed.

“Take them off, Brit. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.” Ian groaned as a hand landed on my opposite thigh. I could still feel the hand on my ankle so I knew both men were touching me, although I had no idea which hand belonged to who.

I lowered my hand cautiously, expecting to be reprimanded for bringing my arms down. When I wasn’t, I hooked my thumbs in the sides of the tiny panties before drawing them down my thighs. I drew my knees towards my chest so I could pull them down my calves and off my feet. When I didn’t immediately move my legs back to the spread position, I felt a firm hand come to rest on my ankle with a slight tug that told me once again that it was John, reminding me of the position he told me to be in.

“There you go. Absolutely delectable. Go on. Taste that pussy.” John said. There was silence that followed. Ian never went there. And I mean never. John let out a long, drawn out sigh. “Don’t tell me you are afraid to lick her. Really? It’s the most beautiful sight you will ever see. Trust me, your wife has a beautiful pussy that you should be jumping to smash your face in.”

There was no response that I could hear from Ian.

“Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll show you. You can’t deny something that beautiful and wet of the attention it deserves. Your dick is not the most important part of the equation here. She is the one that needs to be satisfied. It’s the heaven every man dreams to find. A tight, wet pussy that sucks our hard cock into it until we fill it with come. Yes, pleasing her should be goal number one. Always. A happy pussy always makes sure to take care of her cock. So I ask you one more time, are you going to lick that pussy or am I? One way or another, someone is going get come on their face tonight.”

“Me. I’ll do it.” Ian’s voice was determined. In the ten years we’d been married, plus the year that we’d dated, he had not once gone down on me. He always said that just wasn’t his thing. I felt a soft, shy kiss land on the very front of my pussy. I was struggling between the instructions I’d been given and lying as still as I could. I didn’t want to surprise and scare him off from his task. I wanted his tongue to run over my pussy so bad. I would’ve given just about anything. It’d been over ten years since anyone had put their face between my thighs. Don’t get me wrong, sex was great, but there was absolutely nothing like a man putting his hot, wet tongue against the most sensitive part of my body.

“Brittany, remember what I told you. This is important, right now.” John’s voice was soft and came from right beside my head, while I felt Ian’s hands grip and separate my thighs further to accommodate his shoulders. Soft yet firm lips made a trail from the inside of my knee down to the crease of my leg and hip. I heard a deep inhale from the nose that was barely brushing my pussy, followed by a low growl. A firm, warm, wet tongue swept up the center of me, causing me to arch my back involuntarily, a loud moan ripping from my throat. I wasn’t thinking of what John said, I was going with what my body was feeling, and that was telling me to moan while pressing the sensitive nub toward the face between my thighs. The firm pressure continued to flick up and down across my clit as I ground my hips upwards, my fists clenching in the pillow above my head.

“Oh hell. Oh yeah,” I moaned a few pitches higher than normal as the intense pleasure surged through my body. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop.” I had to push up and meet the source of pleasure. I bucked my hips again and again against Ian before ecstasy shot up my spine and through my limbs, leaving me a gasping pile of mush, trying to recover from one of the most pleasurable sexual experiences of my life.

Chapter 4

I heard John talking to Ian, but I was too numb from the orgasm to pay any attention to them. I tuned in when I felt someone climb onto the bed with me.

“Now, I want you to have sex. I won’t say anything else - I just want to see what sex is normally like for you two. Unless you want to take another step today, but I think you’ve done very well this time so we can stop if you’d like,” John said to Ian.

“No, I want to try whatever you want,” Ian said from right next to me. Naturally, I rolled on my side toward him even though I still had the blindfold on and couldn’t see him. His hand came to rest on my bare hip.

“Okay. Brit, how are you doing?” John asked.

“Fantastic.” I smiled a smug grin. I had no complaints on how the therapy was going.

“Great. For the next part, I want Ian to lay on his back, and Brit, you get to ride him,” Ian instructed. I shook my head.

“But I can’t see.” I hesitated. I didn’t like not seeing anymore. It was a strange sensation, and I wanted to see and know it was my husband in bed with me.

“You can take the blindfold off now,” John responded. I pulled the blindfold off and tossed it over my shoulder, looking at Ian with a broad smile on my face.

“Hi, baby.” I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Ian sank his hands into my hair and held me to him as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. As our tongues dueled, he rolled onto his back and used gentle pressure on my face to tell me he wanted me to climb on top of him. I pushed back on his hands as I tossed a leg over his hips and looked into his eyes as I guided his penis into me. Closing my eyes, I savored the first slide in. It was always my favorite. The first stretching and filling. I bit down on my lower lip as I lifted myself up then sank back down. Before I could move again, John stepped up to the side of the bed, and it surprised me to see him so close while I had my husband in me.

“Brit, keep going. Ian?” John asked and waited until Ian turned to look at him. “Why don’t you like this position?”

“Um, I don’t know,” Ian mumbled as I lifted myself and lowered again. It was a bit unusual, but I found I was rushing toward my orgasm faster than ever before just because someone else was in the room who was acting like we were doing nothing to be embarrassed or secretive about.

“There has to be a reason. Be honest.” John lifted his eyes to watch as I rose and fell again. I wanted to go faster, I wanted to moan, but I was trying to listen and not get any more distracted.

“No control,” Ian finally said.

“Oh, you can have a lot of control in this position.” John smiled at me then Ian. “Put your hands on her hips. Hold onto her. Move her how you want her to move. Arch your hips, press into her. Pull her down so you can suck on those beautiful breasts.”

When Ian’s hands grabbed my hips and forcefully pulled me down onto his cock, I couldn’t hold back any more. I moaned loudly as my eyes locked with his. He bit his lip as he did it again and again, arching against me as he pulled hard down on my hips, going deep into my pussy. The feel of him taking control, enjoying the full view of my body had me throwing my head back in an all-consuming release. I actually squirted on his chest I came so hard.

“Holy fuck,” Ian groaned as he tensed and held me down against him. I felt his cock twitching within me, his come filling me. I fell against his chest, breathing hard, unable to move. Still gasping seconds later, he smiled down at me. “You’ve never squirted before.”

“I know.” I sighed. I was exhausted and well satiated.

“And that is the end of our session,” John said from somewhere in the room. I had forgotten he was there. “Take your time getting yourselves together. I have the room for the night. I’ll leave you two alone now.”

“Hey, John,” Ian spoke, still unmoving on the bed. “Thanks. Really, thanks.”

“My pleasure,” John said before the door clicked closed behind him.

It took a few minutes before I was able to roll myself off Ian’s chest. I laid there for even longer simply staring at the ceiling with the goofiest smile on my face. I hadn’t had sex like that in… well, forever. Turning onto my side, I looked at Ian, who had a similar smile on his face with his eyes closed.

“So, what do you think about therapy now?” I asked softly. Ian blinked his eyes open slowly and turned his head so he could look at me.

“It’s not such a bad idea. That was fucking incredible.” Lifting a hand, he trailed the back of his fingers over my cheek and smiled at me. “Really. I haven’t come that hard in so long. Not to mention he reminded me just how sexy you are.”

I blushed at his comment. There was only one man in the world I wanted to think I was beautiful, and he’d just told me after the best sex I’d ever had. I didn’t think life could get any better.

After an hour of snuggling together, we decided it was time to get dressed and get the children. Once again, life returned to normal for the week. I heard from John again on Wednesday requesting to have our meeting at the house on Thursday, which worked perfect for me.

Thursday morning, Ian came out from getting ready and surprised me by giving me a passionate kiss before whispering in my ear he couldn’t wait for our meeting. I couldn’t either.

While Ian ate his dinner, I put on a pair of tiny panties I had bought when I’d taken the kids to the mall earlier in the week. I’d even bought a completely see through lace bra. I would’ve never worn something like that before, but I wanted to surprise Ian. Plus, it made me feel sexy. When I came down the stairs, Ian gave me a once over with his eyes before a smile tugged up the side of his mouth.

“What?” I asked with a grin as I walked over to sit next to him. He’d already cleared the table and had been waiting for me, which was something new.

“Just looking at my beautiful wife.” Ian grabbed my hand as he stood before leading me into the living room. “Why don’t you sit down? I’m sure John will be here at any moment.”

I pursed my lips at him. This was totally not my husband. He was always too busy to get the door, even when we were expecting company. Just as I sat on the side of the couch, the bell rang and Ian smiled at me, kissing my knuckles before dropping my hand to get the door.

“Right on time,” Ian greeted John, pulling it open to allow him to enter.

“So, are you ready for another lesson?” John asked, rubbing his hands together. I nodded and tried not to notice how well he filled out his t-shirt and low hung jeans. “Brit, please come here.” John instructed me with a wave of his finger. I stood and walked over to stand in front of him. Winking at me, he looked to Ian. “Now, Ian, you sit on the center of the couch.”

“Okay.” Ian sat back on the plush surface, and John turned his attention back to me. John spun me back around to face my husband with a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“When you look at your husband sitting there, what do you want to do to him?” John asked with his mouth close enough to my ear that I could feel the heat of his breath on my cheek. Biting my lower lip, I looked over my husband from head to toe before answering.

“I want to kneel in front of him and suck his cock into my mouth before riding him until we both come,” I murmured softly, embarrassed to be speaking such things out loud.

“Then do it. Show him how much you desire touching him. Put your hands on as much of his skin as possible while doing it. Be vocal about what you like or want.” John spoke again directly into my ear, his hands sliding up both my arms and then pushing me forward ever so gently. “Now. Go.”

Swallowing hard, I took the few steps needed to close the distance to Ian. I was sure Ian had heard our exchange, but he only smiled at me. Placing a hand on either of his knees, I sank down between his thighs. My hands slipped upward until I reached his belt buckle. I quickly undid it and tugged open the tab before sliding down the zipper. I could already see his cock swelling and bulging in his dress pants which made me even more turned on. I was astonunded that me, simply being between his thighs, got him that excited.

I pulled out his hot, swollen flesh through the hole in his boxers. I tilted my head back and met Ian’s eyes as I flicked my tongue out and ran it across the slit on the very tip of his penis. Ian’s eyes flickered as he fought to keep them open, his hands holding tightly to the edge of the couch. I ran my tongue around the underside of his cock, giving the sensitive part of him extra attention. Once I made it all the way around, I sucked the entire head into my mouth, still staring into his lust-filled eyes.

“Excellent eye contact.” John’s voice came from behind me somewhere. I had forgotten again that he was even there and tried not to show my surprise. Slowly, I sucked more of Ian’s hard cock into my mouth while using one of my hands to hold the base of his shaft. “Ian, how does that feel? Tell Brit. Speak to her.”

Ian’s only response was a groan as I sucked hard and took him entirely into my mouth. As I was sliding back up, I reached up to cup his balls with one hand and followed my mouth up his shaft with the other.

“That’s it? A groan is all you want to say about your beautiful wife deep throating your hard cock while playing with your balls.” John moved closer from the sound of it, but I was focused on making it hard for Ian to come up with words. Sucking hard, pulling down on his balls ever so slightly, just the way he liked, as I slid back down his shaft and up again. I used my hand to squeeze lightly and extend each stroke.

“No, no. It feels so fucking amazing, babe. So hot and wet. You know I love when you play with my balls like that,” Ian managed to groan out, but he had to break eye contact and throw back his head to do so. Hearing him talking naughty to me made a tingle start between my thighs. Trying to get him to look into my eyes again, I let his cock slip from between my lips so I could run my tongue around the rim again and again before letting just the head slip in, allowing my hand to keep sliding up and down his shaft, using the lubrication left from my mouth. “Oh shit, Brit. You better stop or you are going to make me come.”

“No. Not yet. Don’t come yet.” John stepped up right next to where I kneeled and slipped his hand into my hair, pulling my head back slightly until I looked up at him. “Now move onto the next part.”

I nodded. I’d gotten so wrapped up in making my husband moan that I’d forgotten about wanting to ride him. Since the idea was back in my mind though, I was more than ready. I stood and quickly undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor before kicking them out of the way.

Ian sat there watching as I moved to straddle his lap. He put his hands on my hips to stop me though. “Wait, let me get out of my pants.”

“Do you have to? Can’t you just launder them later?” John asked before I even had a chance to respond. Ian never wanted to get anything on his clothes. I looked from Ian to John then back. Watching Ian’s chest rise then fall, he grabbed me harder and pulled me forward and down so my bare ass came into contact with his dress pants.

“Ride that cock, babe.” Ian gave me a small smile. I knew that’d been hard for him to do, and I smiled broadly. Reaching between our bodies, I grabbed a hold of his cock, sliding through the juices gathered between my thighs. Once he was lined up, I slowly lowered myself onto him, letting out a long moan when he sank all the way in on one stroke. I’d been so ready for him. Hooking my feet around his calves, I pushed off the couch to rock up and down on him. Ian surprised me by grabbing the bottom of my top and quickly pulling it over my head. As he unhooked and released my bra, he looked into my eyes and said, “I need to suck on your beautiful tits. They are right in my face.”

I moaned as he took one of my nipples in his mouth, his other hand massaging my other breast as I continued to rock on him. I could feel an orgasm growing closer as he switched to nibble and tease the other nipple. Just as I was about to say I was going to come, Ian grabbed onto both my hips, not minding my wide hips that made me uncomfortable. His strong grip held me down and rocked me back and forth on his shaft, keeping his cock deep in me, my clit rubbing on his base from the rough and hard tugs on my hips.

“Oh shit. Ian. Shit.” I held onto his shoulder tightly and nearly screamed as an incredibly strong orgasm washed over me. I blacked out for a moment from how intense it was. Thankfully, Ian had followed me over the blissful cliff because I wouldn’t have been able to continue. I leaned forward and rested my face in the crook of Ian’s neck, gasping for breath.

“And that is the end of our second session. I’ll be in touch,” John spoke from heaven knows where. My mind slowly processed that he had left, but I couldn’t force myself to move or care.

“That was amazing. Again,” Ian spoke drowsily. I smiled softly and nodded once since it was all I could do to respond.

Chapter 5

It had been a few days since our last meeting with John, but I could see differences already. I couldn’t believe that after years of living in the rut we’d fallen into, it had taken only a few simple meetings with this man to change things for the better. Ian had started to come home every single night and gave me not just a peck on the cheek or lips but a full-out passionate kiss. Almost too passionate, since sometimes it was in front of the kids, but compared to the man who didn’t even touch me when he got home, I would take it.

Saturday morning, I rolled over in bed to find that I was alone. Ian was never out of bed before me on the weekends. The kids always had me up at the crack of dawn, which was painfully early during the summer, so I was surprised. Looking over at the curtains, there was sun blasting behind them. That couldn’t be right. Rolling over, I looked at my alarm clock to find that it was nine in the morning. I quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed my robe, tying it over my cotton pajamas as I walked out of our room. Following noises, I wound up in the kitchen. I peeked around the corner expecting to find the children getting into everything they could reach; however, I was surprised to find Ian had both of them sitting on the kitchen island, helping him add ingredients to a bowl.

“Oh no, Daddy. She’s up,” my daughter squealed in surprise when she noticed me, covering her face with her tiny hands like that would hide her. Ian slowly turned around with a wide smile on his face.

“Well, good morning, beautiful. You weren’t supposed to get up yet.” He walked over to plant a kiss on my cheek before returning to the kids. He lowered his voice to a loud whisper. “I guess we didn’t get going fast enough. Next time, we will surprise her.”

“Okay!” My son yelled before jumping off the counter and running from the room, his sister not far behind.

“What’s all this?” I asked, walking up behind him to link my hands around his waist.

“We were making you breakfast in bed, but you got up too early.” Ian set the bowl down and turned in my arms so he was facing me. “You ruined our surprise.”

“I slept in more today than I have in quite a while. That alone is a big enough treat for me. Now I can cook and help keep the beasts wrangled.” I laughed as the children came racing through the kitchen, giggling and running out the opposite door.

“Nope. No way. You sit. Relax. I’m making you breakfast, and you aren’t allowed to lift one finger.” Ian leaned in to give me a soft, slow kiss before tugging my hands from around him and playfully patting my ass to tell me to get on my way.

I walked to the doorway but turned to watch him as he made his way around the kitchen, slowly but surely finding what he needed. He hadn’t cooked me breakfast in…well, I don’t know that in all our years together he ever had. A smile slipped onto my face without my even thinking about it. It was a great surprise from the man I loved. Apparently, while our love life got better, the rest of our life was getting better as well. What an unexpected, pleasant side effect.

I recruited the kids to help me fold a load of laundry while Ian cooked so they’d stay out of his way. As we were putting it up, he called to let us know that breakfast was ready. Upon returning to the kitchen, I found pancakes, fresh cut strawberries, and a side of bacon on a plate for each of us. My eyebrows flew upwards when I noticed there was even glasses, or cups for the little ones, of orange juice as well. “Wow. Very well done, Daddy.”

“No, babe.” Ian handed the kids their plates so they’d run off to the table. As soon as they were out of the room, he fiercely grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against his body. Running his tongue along the outer edge of my ear, he whispered, “I’m Ian or honey. If you want me to fuck you good and hard later tonight, don’t call me daddy.”

“Oh, okay.” Instantly, my body reacted to the hunger radiating off him and the fact that I could feel him growing hard against my leg. His hands slid over my hips to grab onto my ass, pulling me harder against him as he dipped his head to kiss the tender skin on the side of my neck.

“Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing?” Our daughter asked from the doorway, bringing the world crashing back down around us. Ian stepped back from me, giving me a devilish grin before bending down to hand our daughter the two cups of juice.

“Mommy and I were just talking and loving each other the way mommies and daddies do. Take these to the table. We will be right in.” Ian ruffled her hair, and she skipped out of the room. He stood and looked at me. “Let’s go, sexy, before we start something we don’t have time to finish right now.”

I nodded unsure of how to respond. Being speechless was a rare thing for me. It felt like I’d stepped into an alternate reality. Ian didn’t touch me like that. He didn’t cook breakfast. Or handle the kids when they ran into a room. It was always me handling those things or seeking his attention.

It was then that I remembered the advice John had given me each time we had met. I didn’t know what he’d been sharing with Ian through text messages or phone calls or when I wasn’t right there. The change had to have something to do with John. It was the only explanation for all the changes happening. That or Ian was cheating…which I wouldn’t accept. Not when we were working to fix what was wrong in our marriage.

Shortly after breakfast, Ian left to play a round of golf with his buddies. Since it was summer, they normally went early, but Ian had asked them to delay it so he could make me breakfast.

Hours later, he came in the door and immediately pulled me out of my chair to hold me tight and plant a firm kiss on my lips. When he pulled back, he smiled. “I’ve been waiting to do that since I left. I missed you, but I did have a good round of golf.”

“Well, that’s great. I missed you too. The kids are sleeping right now, so I’m just trying to keep it quiet for a little bit longer.” I smiled and pulled back from him. “Why don’t you go take a shower and watch some TV or something?”

“Are you going to join me?” Ian wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Get out of here. No!” I laughed, even though I was trying to appear serious. He grabbed my hand when I moved to sit back down, yanking me to his body again.

“I’m serious. Let’s go have a quickie in the shower before the kids get up.” Ian started nibbling on my neck, making it hard to refuse him. “Hurry, let’s go.”

Ian grabbed my hand and tugged me down the hallway to our room and then to the bathroom. He shut the door before quickly taking off all of his clothes and helping me out of mine. Once the water was on so it could heat up, he turned to me, pulling me close again to press his lips against mine.

“Come, my sexy wife. Let’s make love,” Ian murmured between kisses, pulling me into the shower with him. Once we were both under the water, Ian slipped his hand into my hair and tugged me to him so he could softly kiss me, while slipping a knee between my thighs. His large erection pressed against my stomach as he separated from me to duck his head, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Moaning, I threaded my fingers into his hair, holding him to my breast. After a moment, he kissed his way from one breast to the other, lavishing my other nipple with the same attention and teasing.

One of his hands slipped down my water-slicked skin until it came in contact with my pussy. He used his fingers to separate my lips slightly then circled my clit with his middle finger while still teasing my nipple with his mouth.

“Oh, Ian! That feels so good,” I moaned, leaning my head back as his other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me.

“Oh yeah, baby. You feel so good,” Ian murmured, barely pulling his mouth from my breast. When he started to drop to his knees, I snapped my head forward and locked eyes with him.

“What are you doing?” I asked, surprised. Ian had never gone down on me before or since the one time in the hotel room with John there.

“I’m going to taste my wife’s delicious, pretty pussy-if that’s okay with you.” A small smile came over his face as he continued to watch me, waiting for an answer.

“Um, yeah. Yeah, okay.” I fumbled with words, trying to answer him. He leaned forward and gently nudged the front of my pussy with his nose before wiggling it back and forth.

“I love the way your pussy smells.” I barely heard his words before I felt the soft warmth of his tongue sliding between my pussy lips. I instantly separated my legs more, giving him more room. “Hm. Yeah, you liked that. Didn’t you, baby?”

I tried to smile, but Ian moved back in and had his face pressed between my thighs again. Expecting his tongue, I jumped when I felt his fingers slide through my gathering juices. He easily found what he was looking for and plunged two fingers deep into my pussy while sucking on my clit making it hard for me to stay standing. My fingers gripped the back of Ian’s head while he continued to pleasure me with his mouth and hand. It didn’t take long before I was flying off the cliff of ecstasy into paradise. Ian held my hips with his hands, helping me stay upright while softly licking away my release.

“Mmm. Heaven right there,” Ian said, standing and leaning in, planting his lips on mine, sharing my taste with me. His tongue slid into my mouth to tangle with mine as he lifted one of my legs in his hand. Pulling back slightly from me, he looked down to help guide himself into me. My head instantly fell against the tile as my eyes rolled back in my head at the quick, deep thrust that had Ian fully seated in me.

“Oh, Ian!” I moaned as he picked up a steady pace, sliding in and out of me while nibbling on my neck. His free hand squeezed my ass as he gathered speed. Both of us moaned as the pleasure was building within our bodies. “That feels so good.” I held on tightly to Ian’s shoulders. This was as close as we would get to Ian picking me up, but it still felt insanely good. I reached up and cupped Ian’s face with both my hands, making him lock eyes with me as a few more thrusts had me tightening around him. I fought the desire to close my eyes and kept them locked with his throughout my orgasm. Ian did the same when he followed me shortly after. Watching the complete and utter release and pleasure that washed over his face while he emptied inside my body was almost as sexy as the act itself.

We both stood in the shower, letting the water rain down around us, washing away the evidence of our lovemaking as we continued to hold on to each other. Ian was the first to break the silence. A smug smile on his face, he said, “You know, I thought this whole therapist thing was going to be utterly ridiculous. Turns out, I love it. I look forward to each meeting and each piece of advice he shares. Not to mention the amazing sex we always seem to have during the sessions...and quite possibly the fact that we have more than doubled our sexy time since we started seeing John.”

“Yes, I would agree. Things have gotten much better, and it’s only been a short amount of time. I think I need to take Tara out to tell her thank you for giving me the recommendation.” I smiled but groaned when I felt the loss of him as he pulled from my body.

“Mom?” My son’s voice broke through the post-sex haze I’d been enjoying. Inwardly, I screamed at the interruption. Outwardly, I called out to see what he wanted. He replied, “Just wanted to see where you were.”

“Daddy and I were just taking a quick shower. Go sit on the couch and read a book. I’ll be right there.” I slapped Ian’s chest playfully when he shook his head at my excuse.

“Okay.” I could hear the sound of his small feet on the tile as he made his way back out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

“Quick shower. Hm? More like a quickie.” Ian smiled and stepped toward me till my back was pressed against the wall.

“Ian! Shh!” I tried to scold but laughed instead. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tilted my head so I could press my lips against his. “I would never say something like that to the kids. Could you imagine if they repeated it to your mother?”

“Okay, okay. That would be embarrassing.” Ian kissed me again, briefly sliding his tongue against mine. “We will finish this tonight.”

I got out of the shower and dried off. Putting on the clothes that I had been wearing before, I watched Ian with a small smile on my face. This was the best our marriage had been in years. I had everything I could possibly want, a man who loved me, a man who found me attractive even though I had changed from the woman he’d married years ago. Two beautiful, healthy children that drove me crazy. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We had already arranged one more meeting with John, and I was assuming it’d be our last, as all of my issues had already been fixed and addressed. That is, unless Ian had something he’d wanted John to help with that I didn’t know about.

Chapter 6

The entire week passed much the same as the weekend had gone. Ian was incredibly attentive, helping with the children, household chores, and at night, when we laid down, he always made love to me. I couldn’t help but think there was something missing because he would say he didn’t think it was the last session we needed with John. Even though things had gotten a lot better for me, there was still things to work on. I guess I had asked for it since I had been the one to seek help for sexual problems I was having. It was only fair that we also addressed any issues Ian had while we were at it.

When Thursday rolled around, we were once again meeting John in a hotel room. This time however, Ian was to go up first and I was to come up twenty minutes later. I found it odd since normally I had private chats with John before Ian was involved but went with it. I sat in the lobby drinking the coffee I had picked up from the café. It felt like forever before my phone finally buzzed letting me know that twenty minutes had passed. I was incredibly anxious and jittery- could be thanks to the coffee or possibly, and more likely, because I didn’t know what to expect -as I made my way to the elevator and to the same room we’d been in the last time we’d met with John.

Knocking once, softly, I held my breath in anticipation. John opened the door wearing a pair of dress pants and a button-down dress shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. He bowed his head and said, “Please, come in.”

“Thank you.” I murmured and looked around, trying to figure out what was going to happen before it played out. John let the door click closed behind me.

“Tonight, Brit, we are going to try something new. Something most likely a bit out of your comfort zone,” John said as he stepped in front of me, placing his large, warm hands on my shoulders. I couldn’t help but let my eyes widen fractionally at that statement. It wasn’t what I had planned on. What on earth did Ian want from me? Could I go through with it? John squeezed my shoulder gently then relaxed his grip. “It’s not nearly anything as bad as what you are thinking. I promise.”

“I doubt it.” I bit down on my lip as I dropped my gaze to the center of John’s chest. I didn’t want to say what I was thinking, let alone do it to my husband. One of John’s hands slipped down my arm to grip my hand before he pulled me to the couch in the seating area.

“Please, sit. I’d like to talk to you about this before we go any further based on your reaction,” John said as he sat down on the couch, tugging my hand making me sit. I looked around, but still I didn’t see my husband. I saw the empty bed that looked slightly tousled but nothing else.

“Where is Ian?” I couldn’t help but ask the question that was bothering me most at the moment.

“He is in another room. He figured there would be issues with this, which is what I am here for,” John answered.

“What does he want me to do that is so bad? Or different or whatever?” I couldn’t stop my mind from going on a crazy tangent thinking about all the different sexual acts out there that we had never tried.

“He wants you to attempt to play with his perineum and possibly a little anal play.” John’s voice was calm, like he’d said nothing out of the ordinary. This was not ordinary to me. Men didn’t do that in my life. Men didn’t want people to play anywhere near their backdoors, not in my world. Hell, we barely played near MY backdoor, and I was on the receiving end. I didn’t know how comfortable I was with even the idea of it, let alone the actual process of doing it. Before I could gather myself enough to make a verbal response to John, he said, “I just want to point out Ian has been more than willing to try out anything sexual that you wanted. I must tell you, he wasn’t always as comfortable with everything as he ended up coming off as, but for you, he was willing to put on a brave front and give it his all. Look at how well it all worked out. However, you can, at any time, say you aren’t willing and we can stop.”

I looked at the ceiling and ground my teeth together for a moment before nodding my head slightly. “He was willing to try things he was uncomfortable with for me. I will try this. I can’t say I’ll be okay with it, but I will try it…as long as you help me through it.”

“Absolutely. I’ll be here every step of the way.” John gave me a comforting smile as he squeezed my hands. He offered a few quick tips and pointers about the perineum before standing and helping me onto my shaking legs. “Let’s go find Ian.”

I nodded slightly and followed behind John as he led me not out the door to the hallway as I’d expected, but to a door connected to the room beside the one we were in. He knocked once before pulling open the door. Once we were inside the room, I quickly glanced around. It looked just like most other hotel rooms, but I found extreme comfort finding my husband lying on the bed with his arms bent behind his head. A beautiful smile spread across his face when he saw me enter, which in turn made me grin. He was wearing only a pair of boxers and even though I had seen him in this exact same position many times at home, there was something about being in a hotel room that made is so much sexier. Biting my lip, I let my gaze roam over him as his did the same to me.

“Normally, I like to blindfold one of you when we are exploring a new sensation or experience, but I think for both of you it is more important to see each other and the pleasure you are giving or receiving,” John said, breaking through me sexing up my husband from across the room. “Go get on the bed with him. Start kissing. Do what you two normally do to get each other hot.”

Sounds easy enough. I walked over to the side of the bed Ian was on and bent at the waist to give him the kiss I’d wanted to since seeing him spread out, waiting for me. I teased his lips with my tongue until he finally separated them, granting me access. I slipped my tongue into his mouth as I glided a leg over his hips and ground my hips down on the erection pressing against me through his boxers. Running my hands up his chest, I grasped onto the back of his neck as I carefully -and not quite as gracefully as I’d hoped for- rolled us over so I was on the bottom with him between my thighs looking down at me.

“Ian, get me naked,” I moaned as he thrust his hips, rubbing his erection against me. The smile that perked up one side of his mouth told me all the naughty things flowing through his mind right then. Leaning back, he quickly unbuttoned the front of the dress, leaving drugging kisses where each button had been, making his way down my body until he came to the top of the lacy panties I’d worn specifically for him.

“Mmm. These are just for me, aren’t they?” Ian murmured, his hot breath sliding over my damp, eager entrance. “You look absolutely beautiful in them. Too bad they won’t be staying on.” Hooking a finger in either side of my panties, he yanked the silky material down my legs before throwing them over his shoulder. A low growl left his lips as he gazed down at my nude body. Taking a moment, he disguarded his boxers before crawling back between my thighs. Completely skipping the ache between my thighs, he lowered his face to my stomach leaving wet, warm kisses along my skin, moving upward. When he came to the center of my breasts, he pressed one hand under my back and attempted to unhook my bra. I giggled softly, sitting up and reaching back to undo it for him. It was one thing he’d never mastered even after all the time we’d been together. As I lay back down, he nipped at one of my already erect nipples while his hand cupped and massaged my other breast. One hand slipped between my thighs to lightly tease between my thighs, his erection pressed against me leg.

My back arched as a moan slipped from my lips at the blissful torture his mouth was causing. Dragging his lips from one to the other, he gave the opposite nipple the same pleasure. Just when I was about to beg for more, he pulled back and returned his mouth to mine. I felt him shift his weight and before I’d fully prepared for it, he plunged into me, filling me with one hard, swift thrust. I pulled back from his mouth to let out one loud, long moan. “Oh fuck, Ian.” I managed to whisper as my hands threaded into his hair.

“Yeah, you like it hard and fast, don’t you?” Ian groaned into my ear as he pounded into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips to encourage him when I heard a soft cough, which brought me out of my haze. My eyes snapped open to see John standing a few feet from the side of the bed. He smiled when I met his eyes. He slipped a small already lubed up toy into my hand and took a few more steps back from the bed as if to give us our privacy.

“Roll over.” I moaned to Ian, who didn’t seem to notice the quick exchange between John and I. With a grunt and one more hard thrust, Ian pulled out and rolled over. I quickly slipped down his body and took him in my mouth. I tasted the strong, tangy taste of myself on his penis, but I didn’t mind. As I licked around the head of his cock, I carefully moved the toy I’d kept hidden between his thighs. Turning it on, I ran the vibrating tip along the sensitive skin between his balls and anus. The instant the vibrating toy touched him, Ian’s back bowed and he moaned loudly. I felt his cock grow impossibly harder in my mouth, which only encouraged me to continue. Dipping downward, I gently pressed the toy into the tight, puckered hole there. My mouth sucked him deep while I pushed past the initial barrier. I glanced up to watch his face, making sure it wasn’t hurting him, but his hands fisted tightly in my hair. Sliding the toy in just a bit deeper before pulling it back then plunging it in deeper, I mimicked the movements with my mouth on Ian’s cock.

“Oh, shit!” Ian groaned loudly, bucking his hips over and over again without touching the bed. His come hit the back of my throat hard, spurt after spurt. Hands fisted in my hair, his entire body quivered underneath my mouth as he continued to come. Eventually he released my head and fell completely one hundred percent limp to the bed until I pulled the toy gently from him. He moaned softly and shivered before returning to his previous motionless state.

“I’ll take that,” John spoke softly from the foot of the bed. I handed him the toy, which he placed into a Ziploc bag then disappeared from my sight. After a moment of watching my husband, who appeared to be sleeping, I climbed off the bed and awkwardly approached John.

“Um, so…” I started not sure what to say since I wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. It was also the first time I had been completely naked in front of John without Ian awake and aware. Not that I was afraid of him, but it was just a bit awkward to talk to someone other than my husband while completely naked. It was different when John basically watched from afar or only interjected comments occasionally.

“That is what is called the man’s G-spot. And you did fabulous. I knew you would once you got over the initial shock of it.” John patted my shoulder with a hand but kept a good distance between us. “Why don’t you go cuddle up with him for a bit and finish what you started in a few hours? I’ll head out and let you two have some quiet time.”

“Thank you so much. Really. I don’t think I can say it enough.” I smiled shyly at him.

“It’s my job to help save marriages like yours. You were only missing one little thing. All I had to do was help remind you two of the love you have for each other both in bed and out.” John smiled before heading out the door. I climbed back into bed and did exactly as he said. After sleeping for a few hours, I woke up and with a smile on my face, I slide under the sheets to wake Ian up as well. We still had time for a good round of bed-shaking sex.

Chapter 7

Two weeks after my first experience with anal play, I got the kids ready and dolled myself in preparation to meet up with Tara for a lunch date. I dropped the kids off with my mother-in-law and got us a table in a corner at our favorite sandwich shop. As I looked over the menu, I thought I heard a familiar voice faint in the distance. Glancing around, my eyes finally landed on John sitting across the small restaurant with a couple across the booth from him.

He had both arms crossed on the table and was leaning forward, talking quietly to them. I gasped inaudibly, placing a hand over my mouth to cover my shock when I saw the man’s hand creepy up the woman’s thighs, sliding under her dress. Watching as her eyes closed and she bit down on her lip, I knew exactly what I was getting a glimpse at. John handed the man one of the cloth napkins with a few more murmured words and the man draped it over her lap giving them a tiny bit more privacy in a public place.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from the couple as the man kept pleasuring the woman. Seeing her breathing quicken, I felt myself getting turned on just from seeing such a private moment. Suddenly the woman reached up and pulled the man’s face to her own for what appeared to be a kiss, but I saw her legs tense and shiver as her orgasm washed over her.

“What are you looking at?” Tara asked, sitting across the table from me. I jumped and felt my entire face turn bright red at being caught, even though it wasn’t me that was actually doing anything.

“Um, nothing?” I cleared my throat and tried to discreetly fan my face.

“Oh my gosh. Now you really have to tell me what you were seeing,” Tara said looking around, trying to find what had caught my eye. The couple appeared to have switched roles with the woman pleasing the man, not that anyone would pick up on it. I knew John, and I’d gotten a glimpse at what was happening.

“Nothing. Really. Don’t mind me.” I shook my head and smiled at her. “It’s nice to see you again. It’s been a couple weeks.” I tried to change the subject.

“Yeah. You know, since you started seeing that doctor I recommended. You know I’m gonna grill you about the entire thing, right?” Tara leaned forward on the table, folding a leg underneath her.

“Here? I need a drink for that. Let’s get out of here and find somewhere that has hard alcohol.” I was trying my best to keep my eyes off the couple with John, but was finding it difficult since my eyes had a mind of their own and kept sneaking back to them.

“Wait. I know what has you blushing like a wild fire. John is here.” Tara laughed and slapped a hand on the table.

“Shh…” I grabbed her arm and shook my head quickly. “Don’t draw attention to us or him for that matter. Do you know how embarrassed I would be if that was Ian and I with John and another couple that he worked with came up to us?”

“Oh, I’m not going over there. I’ve seen him work before. It’s H-O-T to know what’s going on and no one else being aware that you do.” Tara fanned herself with her hand.

“You have???” I leaned forward on the table. “How come you didn’t tell me this before? You have to tell me more. What’s it like? Do you know him from his work or outside of it? He was very professional and didn’t share anything personal.”

“I’ll answer everything I can once you answer about how things are with you and Ian.” Tara smiled leaning back in her side of the booth.

“Fine. Fine. Things are great. Now spill.” I waved my hand through the air like it didn’t matter. Tara laughed at my eagerness.

“Interested in the good doc?” Tara wiggled her eyebrows and flicked her eyes towards John.

“No. Not at all. Just interested in how he gets it all to work. You know, personal life with a job like the one he does.” I shrugged. “Pure curiosity, I guess.”

“So tell me, has Ian stepped up and fucked you good?” Tara asked blowing off my comments.

“Yes. God yes. We only saw John a handful of times, but things are so radically different. I mean not just in bed, but everything. He helps around the house and with the kids so I’m not so tired by the time I fall into bed. Um, you know, so I have enough energy to have a good long session.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“You are funny. So he helps so you have the energy to fuck all night. Excellent. That was the goal right?” Tara glanced over at John again, which after her last few comments was starting to make me wonder what their connection really was.

“Yes. I would recommend every couple have a session or two with him. We…” I leaned forward so I could whisper, “even play with toys now. We never did anything like that before.”

“Well, John has quiet the, uh, extensive knowledge in many areas of the bedroom. I’m just glad he could help you out.” Tara smiled, but shrugged. “He’s good at what he does.”

“Oh come on. Now you are holding back. How do you know him?” I grabbed her hand on the table and squeezed it.

“He is the brother of one of my friends. Apparently he isn’t shy to talk about what he does. Never sharing names of course. Discreet, but extremely effective. Oh, and sexy as fuck. I’ve tried to hook up with him so many times but he’s never accepted.” Tara sighed and gazed in John’s direction again. “Apparently he doesn’t date much. Even his sister doesn’t share much about his personal life. He’s pretty closed off in that department. Maybe he can’t get hard or has a tiny dick or something and that’s why he does what he does. He gets off watching other people do naughty things instead of doing them himself.”

“I have no idea. He never seemed overly interested or creepy or anything during our sessions.” I couldn’t speak about what he was like with other couple, but that didn’t seem to fit the way he was around Ian and I.

“Anyway, so have you seen him recently? I know you were meeting him once a week.” Tara changed the subject.

“We haven’t. Ian and I decided to try to take some time without John helping us and see how it goes. We have a whole new open communication in the bedroom about trying things and keeping it interesting. I don’t know if we’ll need to see him again or not. For right now, things are perfect, but I suppose if things start to go back to the way they were or we decide we want to try something totally drastic than we could make an appointment with John again.” I smiled thinking about how different my life was from the last lunch date I’d had with Tara to the way it had become. All it had taken was a few hot summer nights with John.

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Table of Contents

- Lost Desires

- To the man that still lights up my life after many years of marriage. Chapter 1

- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4I
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7