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Luke parks his vehicle on the side of the road at a mall and waits for the rider he is assigned to pick up. On weekends, he works as a driver for a popular rideshare company for extra income. He waits for his rider to get into his vehicle. Luke isn’t having a good day and his patience is on thin ice. He wants to get a few more rides in before going home for the night. A couple of minutes go by and he’s ready to cancel the ride. Just before he can cancel, the rear passenger door opens. A friendly middle aged woman slides into the car with a handful of shopping bags and closes the door.
“Sorry for taking so long! Are you Luke?”
He replies with a nod to her in the rearview mirror and starts the trip on his phone to take the woman to her specified destination, an outlet with premium stores. Her name on the rideshare identifies her as Ingrid.
“Sorry to be a bother Luke! Do you mind turning down the music?” Ingrid asks. Without a verbal response, Luke lowers the volume of the playlist he has set on his phone via Bluetooth with the touch of a button on his steering wheel. He keeps his focus on the road ahead of him with a beautiful sunset in sight.
“How’s your day going Luke?” Ingrid asks with enthusiasm.
“It’s going. I’ve had better. You?” Luke asks her without returning the same level of enthusiasm his rider has.
“Not bad at all! Went on a shopping spree today. Going to a few more stores before I call it a night!” Ingrid tells him looking into his reflection in the rearview mirror in front. Luke doesn’t reply back to her. He isn’t in the mood to talk and keeps his focus on the road. He senses Ingrid staring at him from behind. He can tell she wants to converse. He quietly lets out a sigh of frustration. The estimated time of arrival to the next location is 25 minutes.
“That’s nice ma’am. Listen, I don’t mean to be disrespectful or anything. I’m just not in the mood to talk. It’s actually why I had my music playing. I can leave the volume down just like you want but I kindly ask if we can ride in silence to your destination. I’ll get you there safe and sound,” Luke tells her. There’s a few moments of silence that pass by on the road before she speaks up.
“I understand. I’m sorry to be a bother. I really hope your day gets better!” Ingrid tells him with a calm smile.
Luke swallows the lump in this throat he feels building up. He genuinely feels bad for shutting down the kind stranger in his car seated behind him. Every few minutes that passed by as he drove, he’d look into the rearview mirror to take a glance at the woman in the back. Ingrid is a mature woman in her mid to late fifties. She has shagged brunette hair, baby blue eyes, and long lash extensions. Her only choice of makeup is a merlot shade of lipstick. Ingrid has natural wrinkles on her face from her age and a freckled body. Ingrid looks out the window on her side enjoying the views of the sunset in the valley of lush green hills in their presence. Each time Luke looks into his rearview mirror, he finds Ingrid looking in his direction. Bold enough to look into her baby blue eyes, she flashes a pearly white smile. He returns a smile with a weak grin and focuses on the road. The silent ride goes by and Luke pulls into the parking lot of the premium outlets for Ingrid to disembark his car. She thanks him for the ride before opening the rear passenger door. She pauses for a moment and reaches into her purse pulling out a business card.
“Thanks for the safe ride Luke! I’m sorry for being a bother! If you ever need to talk or vent about anything, I’m a licensed therapist. Come by my office for a free consultation and we’ll take it from there if my services are beneficial to you. Take care!” Ingrid tells him handing over the card. Before he can thank her, she gets out of his vehicle and walks away. Luke looks at the information on the card:
Dr. Ingrid Wolf
Therapy • Counseling
The back of the card has her office suite address and phone number. Luke thinks about his encounter with Ingrid in his car. She was kind to him from the moment she stepped foot into his vehicle. She was kind to him even when he wasn’t too friendly. Luke figured he has nothing to lose in trying therapy considering Ingrid offered a free consultation. He decided to go ahead and call the number on the business card to schedule an appointment with her.
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A week goes by after Luke’s interaction in his car with Ingrid. He took advantage of the consultation she offered him and scheduled an office visit. Luke shows up to the office suite and waits for the receptionist to escort him to Ingrid’s office. Luke walks into the office and is greeted by the familiar face. Ingrid extends her hand greeting him telling him to take a seat. Luke takes a seat in front of her desk as she walks around and sits on her side. Ingrid looks professional in her work environment. She has her brunette hair tied behind her head with a hair claw. She wears light makeup with her merlot lipstick and long eye lash extensions that take away the need for mascara. She has a pair of pearl earrings and a matching necklace. Ingrid wears a pair of reading glasses with big square lenses that add a studious vibe to her appearance. Ingrid wears a plaid black and white bodycon skirt that highlights the natural curves of her body. She wears a white collared top tucked into her skirt. The short length of her skirt show off her thick thighs enclosed in beige nylon tights. Ingrid types away on her laptop for a moment before taking out a pen and notepad. Luke’s therapy consultation is officially in session.
_________BEGIN CONSULTATION___________
Ingrid: “So what brings you in today Luke?”
Luke: “My wife.”
Ingrid: “Ah! Marriage. That’s always a tough one. Can you summarize to me what the issues with your wife are?”
Luke: “I don’t know where to begin but I’ll try…
First of all before I shit on her, my wife is an incredible woman! She’s drop dead gorgeous, supports me in any way she can, and she’s family-oriented. She’s the biggest go getter I’ve ever met having her own cosmetic business and always busting her ass working. She has a great personality and is very social being able to hold a conversation with anyone and everyone. But sometimes her personality can just be a little too…big for me.
People always say opposites attract. And that couldn’t be more true than with me and my wife. We are different in every way. I’m a soft-spoken guy and it’s hard for me to communicate how I feel. My wife can stand up for herself any time and be able to specify her wants and needs without any trouble. I’m just an average looking guy, nothing special. My self esteem isn’t fragile but it’s not easy at times to hear how lucky I am to have my wife by my side as she’s the complete package. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had people do a double take when I show them a picture of the both of us. It’s like a shock for them to hear that the Goddess standing next to me in the photos is my wife.
My wife tends to have everything go her way. And I’m always the bad guy. She has to be right all the time. There’s no sense in arguing with her when we’re not getting along as she always has the better outcome. Her being able to express herself and how she feels, it’s easy for her to win an argument. Every. Time. It’s like I don’t get a say. And I’m not heard.”
Ingrid: “So to my understanding Luke…
You don’t feel like you’re being heard. Your wife always wins the arguments and you are the opposite of her. Because you’re this quiet guy with poor communication skills, you don’t feel like it’s easy for you to express how you feel. And your opposite personalities can be overbearing at times for you no?”
Luke: “Guess you can say that…”
Ingrid: “The other day when we met when I got into your car. You didn’t want to talk to me and you seemed upset. Was it your wife?”
Luke: “Yes. A classic example as to how I can never win. That day, I had to have a painful conversation with my mother about boundaries between her, my wife, and I. I insisted that the conversation needed to be in person since it was a difficult conversation to have. But my wife didn’t have time to make the two hour drive up north to be there with me and talk to my mom.
My mom is a complicated woman and tends to overstep into relationships in many ways. It’s been an ongoing issue in my family with my older brothers with their spouses. My mom wants certain holidays spent all together throughout the year and with the traditions her side of the family have. She’s heavily opinionated and has a lot to say about others in the family including spouses of other relatives and gossiping. But that’s a whole other mess I don’t want to go get into.”
Ingrid: “Issues with the in-laws are more common than you think. However, your wife does have a point. Boundaries need to be set between you and her and both of your parents. No one should get in the way or have a say on your marriage. That’s between you and your wife. Continue on.”
Luke: “Yes. I understand what my wife was telling me. The whole boundaries part is true. Especially with how my mom can be. But the thing is, I had asked her to take time out of her busy schedule to come with me and have a face to face conversation with my mother. And she couldn’t do so the weekend I was available to drive up and see the family because of a work commitment. But yet she told me to just have the conversation over the phone instead. The day I met you and picked you up last week while I was working, my wife and I had a big argument about the matter. That day I just gave up and did what my wife wanted. I called my mom and talked to her about it over the phone instead of in person. Now my mom is mad at me and refuses to accept my calls or texts. And my wife told me that she’ll get over it and reach out to me when she’s ready. I’ve always had a great relationship with my mother. So this being the first fall out…it sucks. It hurts. And my wife doesn’t see the damage that she’s caused. Mostly because she’s too busy to even notice. Business is great for her and she’s making great money.”
Ingrid: “So tell me. How does it make you feel when you’re feeling ignored by your wife? It’s a messy web of issues but the center of it seems to be how she doesn’t understand how you feel. She’s too preoccupied to notice.”
Luke: “It makes me sad. Angry. I feel ignored, almost neglected.”
Ingrid: “These are strong feelings you have Luke. And you have every right to feel this way. You’ve expressed to me how difficult it is to explain how you feel. Express yourself I should say. Feeling ignored and neglected, that’s a great vocabulary you have. Have you tried to explain these feelings to your wife?”
Luke: “I try. But it’s like I freeze. I can practice what I want to say to her in my head and know how I’m feeling. But when my wife speaks to me in an argument, she makes valid points and expresses how she feels in a better way than I could ever and it just shuts me down. I go with the flow. I just go with the whole ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life’ concept. She’s right and I’m wrong. And that’s that.”
Ingrid: “Are their other issues with your wife I should know about? We opened up this can of worms so we might as well continue to dig deeper into this.”
Luke: “My wife is a few years older than me. Obviously nothing wrong with that as I’ve always been into mature women. But it has its ups and downs being with a woman like my wife who Ayrancı travesti knows what she wants and has her priorities straight.
I had a somewhat conservative upbringing. I didn’t get to go to the high school parties and social events. And I didn’t go to college. So I’ve had this feeling like I’ve missed out on a lot in my late teens and early twenties. I’m in my late twenties now and some days I still feel that way. My wife was popular in high school. She was young and pretty, a member of the dance team, and played volleyball. She got to attend the parties and live that lifestyle I missed out on. She did the traditional four year university route and was part of a sorority. So she’s been around the block and has stories for days about her wild past. But now I’m feeling like the lame quiet guy she settled for. A Union-protected electrician with a decent salary with a part time as a ride-share driver.
As an adult, I’m able to make my own decisions and I’ve been able to step away from the religious upbringing I grew up with. I drink and go out to bars on weekends with some buddies and all that shit. But when I ask my wife to relive some of her wild days from the past with me, she doesn’t want to do it. She’s past that phase of her life and she happily moved on, focused on her marriage and career. She’s ready to start a family too. A good time to her is a dinner date, romantic sex, and binge watching a show on tv.”
Ingrid: “Have you explained to her how you felt?”
Luke: “Yes! Or at least tried to. I’ve been able to convince her a handful of times to go out with me and do some crazy shit with me that she’d do in her past. But the luckiest I’ve gotten was bar hopping in the city and a quick round of boring sex at home before sleep.”
Ingrid: “Ok. This being just a consultation, I’d like to mix all of this up. So I’d encourage you to keep throwing your issues with your wife at me. As part of the healing process, you need to vent and let out that anger and stress you’ve been carrying for some time. Now it looks like we’ve crossed into a new issue: Sex. Please explain to me your intimacy issues with your wife…”
Luke: “I love my wife. I’m blessed to even be able to call her mine. But the sex we have as a married couple….it’s so boring. It’s too vanilla. It’s the same cycle over and over. The good thing is because she’s boring at it, she can finish quickly. And I get her off each time we have sex. If this isn’t too much detail, she says I’m the perfect size for her. Just the right length and thickness to hit her G-spot. Especially when she’s on top riding. That’s her favorite position.”
Ingrid: “No such thing as too much information in therapy. What gets you off?”
Luke: “Trying new things. I want to spank her, choke her, get dirty and kinky. But she’s too nervous for any of that. I can barely kiss her nipples without her panicking from the sensitivity. And she’s so busy now, I have to constantly remind her that I have needs and I’m always horny! And when she caves in, it’s the same routine sex each time. At this point, it feels like a chore.”
Ingrid: “Ok Luke. You’ve given me a fair share of the problems that are affecting you.
One of the most common tools therapists use is called cognitive behavioral therapy for patients. Essentially, therapists like myself will try to help you change your thinking pattern to resolve the problem you find yourself dealing with. A strategy I want to try out with you is to help you face a fear you’re dealing with instead of avoiding it. Does that sound like a plan?”
Luke: “I guess we can try. What’re you thinking?”
Ingrid: “You told me Luke that you don’t know how to express yourself to your wife. We can start there. I want to try something a little different today than I’m used to doing with other clients. This will be a bit unethical on my part but I’m here to help you. Just so you know, everything we discuss and do here is under the patient confidentiality clause. Do you wish to continue?”
Luke: “Yes. I can’t keep going on continuing to feel how I’ve been lately.”
Ingrid: “Ok. Here we go.
Now I’m a situationally aware person. I pay attention to the little things that you may or may not notice. It’s actually part of my job so it comes natural to me. But I noticed you staring at me at times. You stared at me through your rearview mirror last week when you drove me in your car. And at times you’d catch some glimpses of me while you spoke to me about your issues with your wife. You stared at my breasts so I casually undid one button in my shirt as a way to let you know that I caught you staring at my breasts and I didn’t mind.“
Luke: “I didn’t mean to make it obvious and I meant no disrespect.”
Ingrid: “There’s no need to apologize Luke. You did nothing wrong. It’s quite flattering I should say that a younger man like yourself can appreciate a mature woman like me.
That being said, I want you to call your wife right now and speak to her on speaker. I want you to let her know how she’s made you feel lately. You’ve made significant points here today about your issues with her and she needs to be aware. I’ll listen to you speak to her and I won’t say a word. This will be you dealing with a fear instead of avoiding it. But I have a catch for you.”
Luke: “What’s the catch?”
Ingrid: “Like I said, the strategy will be unethical on my end. But I want to ensure that you leave here today with a feeling of resolution. That I helped you solve maybe one of your many problems.
I’m going to use a bartering tool in order to help you face your fear of speaking up to your wife. I think you’ll like it.”
Luke: “May I ask what you mean?”
Ingrid: “You’ll figure it out rather quickly. I will say that I’m writing and publishing a book soon on an ongoing experiment and study I’ve been working on for the last five years. And with your permission, I’d like your consent to be able to add you into my study, anonymously of course, with the rest of our consultation today.”
Luke: “Yeah….that’s fine by me. As long as you say I’ll remain anonymous.”
Ingrid: “Anonymity is guaranteed and I’ll have my receptionist get you an NDA and confidentiality form of your visit today afterward.”
Luke: “Ok. Let’s continue then. I’ll call my wife…”
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**Luke calls his wife on speaker phone and waits for her to answer…
WIFE: “Babe? Is everything ok?”
Luke: “Yes honey, everything is fine. I just wanted to talk to you about something important for a moment if that’s ok.”
WIFE: “Important? Right now? I’m in between clients on a fifteen minute break. Can’t it wait? Aren’t you working yourself?”
**Before Luke can reply to his wife over the phone on speaker, he observes Ingrid standing up from her desk and making her way over to him on his side. She stands close to him less than six inches away from his knees as she leans back onto the edge of her desk directly in front of him. Ingrid slowly unbuttons the rest of her white collared shirt and untucks it from her skirt. She teasingly opens up her shirt enough to expose a dark lacy bra concealing her D-cupped breasts.
WIFE: “Luke?? Babe you there?”
Luke: “Y-yes babe. Sorry. No it can’t wait. It’s important….and I want to talk now.”
WIFE: “Ok. What’s so important?”
Luke: “I just need you to know that…I haven’t been ok lately. With us. And how things have been.”
WIFE: “Is this about your mom? Babe, we had all week to talk about this and you choose now to do so? We can talk about her later….”
**Luke swallows the lump in his throat as he nervously stares at the therapist before his eyes in front of him. Ingrid continues to strip off her top, pulling off her collared shirt and laying it down on the desktop. She slides her arms slowly behind her back and reaches behind her. Her eyes bulge and her jaw drops in counterfeit shock as her bra strap unclips. She reaches forward to her breasts and holds the loose bra in place over her wonders for a moment.
WIFE: “If this is about your mom-“
Luke: “Just listen please! It’s about you babe. You don’t listen to me and I don’t feel like I’m being heard. You take advantage of the fact that I’m soft spoken and don’t know how to express how I feel when I’m upset, when I’m angry. It’s your way or no way! And I’m tired of it!!”
WIFE: “Where-where is this coming from? Are you ok??”
Luke: “No I’m not. I’m trying to tell you that I’m not ok!! You don’t listen to me! You didn’t listen to me when I told you I needed your support with my mother and needed to have that talk with her face to face instead of over the phone. It’s like…it’s like…..”
**While Luke stutters in frustration trying to find the words he needs to express himself to his wife, Ingrid continues with her strip show. She removes her bra slowly exposing her breasts that jiggle in naked freedom. Her D-cupped breasts are natural with a modest sag. Her areolas match the color of her tanned freckled skin with pink puffy nipples, nice and centered. Luke finds his voice as he looks up and down between the therapist’s tits and her warm smile.
Luke: “It’s like…I’m being ignored and neglected by you. Like I don’t get a say. Because you’re right and I’m wrong. Well guess what babe?Sometimes I need to be wrong! I need to be wrong just so I can say how I feel! But you don’t let me speak! You don’t even ask how I’m doing or what I go through. You don’t even know how much you’ve hurt me lately especially the way with how we handled the situation with my mother!!”
WIFE: “Ok!!! Ok baby! I hear you! I’m listening! But can’t we just talk about this tonight??”
**Luke looks up at Ingrid after listening to his wife’s question over the phone. She nods her finger and shakes her head in disapproval.
Luke: “No. I want to talk about this right here. Right now.”
**With a nod of approval and a smile on her face, the therapist continues to seduce Luke. She pulls up her tight skirt all the way up and above her waist. She shows off her beige nylon tights and spreads her legs apart. She massages her inner thighs near her crotch trying to get his attention to her nether region. Luke’s accelerating heart rate skips a beat at the sight of her jewel. The therapist doesn’t wear panties under the nylon material. Under the protective padding in her crotch area, Luke makes out her womanhood. A mature pussy with a dark pink labia, a trimmed triangular bush, and petal-like vaginal folds waiting to be eaten.
WIFE: “Where is this coming from?? Are you ok?! Are you…drinking? You’re not at work are you?!”
Luke: “I’m just tired! I’m frustrated and I need you to just listen to me. Just LISTEN TO ME FOR A GOD DAMN MOMENT!!!”
WIFE: “Ok!! Baby I’m listening! Please don’t yell at me. You’re making me nervous!”
Luke: “I don’t like to yell. Please don’t get emotional. I’m just trying to talk to you. Something I’ve never been able to genuinely do. I’m tired of feeling ignored. And right now….it’s just nice to finally get that off my chest.”
WIFE: “Ok. I’m so sorry for making you feel ignored. If you’ll let me, I would love to listen to you speak to me tonight about what you’re going through. I really don’t have time right now to talk about this more. But I swear baby, we’ll talk about it tonight. I’ll make it a priority. Just you and me. Ok?”
**With a nod of approval, Ingrid returns to her side of the desk and sits at her chair. She mouths Ayrancı travestileri to him to wrap up the conversation and hang up the phone.
Luke: “Ok. I’d like that. I’ll see you tonight.”
**End of phone call
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Ingrid: “The moment of truth! How do you feel right now Luke?”
Luke: “I feel relief! Like this anchor I’ve been carrying has finally released the grip its had over me for too long!”
Ingrid: “I knew you had it in you. Everyone does. You just need the right tools and some motivation to steer you in the right direction!”
Luke: “Tools you say? Ok Doctor. I’m curious! What is this study and experiment you have going on? Because whatever it is, I’m all for it!”
Ingrid: “Without getting into too much detail…I’ve been working on a theory that men, specifically between the ages of 26-55, can complete ANY difficult task within their means simply by sexual motivation.
You walked into my office less than half hour ago. You gave me a detailed summarization of the problems you’ve been dealing with lately and I in turn offered a solution. If I had told you to call your wife on speaker while I just sat and watched, you may not have gotten the outcome you wanted. But because I knew you had an attraction to me, I used that my advantage…OUR advantage I should say. I kept you sexually motivated to speak to your wife confidently over the phone. You found the courage and the confidence to finally say what you needed to say! And all I had to do was entice you with my sex and let your lustful eyes look at me and want more. I’ve tried this scenario in different situations and I’ve had the same conclusion in each.”
Luke: “It’s a solid argument.”
Ingrid: “It really is. Scenarios like today with you make it easy to prove my point and finish my book.”
Luke: “Whether or not I was more than just an experiment for you today Doctor, you really did help me. I obviously got a lot going on but this did help me. I feel like I have a voice now. Moving forward, things will be different between my wife and I for the better!”
Ingrid: “It was a pleasure helping you. While I’m experimenting for a book I’m writing, it doesn’t take away from the fact that I love my job and the impact I have on my patients. You’ve made significant improvements with just a consultation today. I would love to see progress if you decide therapy is for you and continue to see me.”
Luke: “I need to think about it but this helped me more than you know!”
Ingrid: “The consultation is over but we can unofficially begin your first session of therapy right now if you’d like….”
Luke: “What do you mean?”
Ingrid: “I mean that I’m still naked for you. I’m attracted to you and I’d like to help resolve the sexual frustration you’ve had with your wife.”
_________END OF CONSULTATION _________
Ingrid stands up from her chair behind her desk and makes her way back around to where Luke sits. He trembles with nervousness and excitement for whatever Ingrid’s next move is. She stand directly in front of him leaning back against the edge of her desk. She moves her hands to her waist slowly and starts to pull down her tights. Luke’s will power deteriorates to control his urges with each inch of nylon material she slides down below her waist. Her glistening vagina drips from her arousal as Luke stares knowing he’s going to give into temptation. Ingrid sits in silence letting him come to terms with the fact that he’s going to step out on his beautiful wife. Ingrid stands naked with a couple of articles of clothing still on. Her nylon tights are pulled down to her mid thighs. Her tight bodycon skirt is pulled above her waist with her bare boobs slumped comfortably with erect nipples. She kicks off the heels worn on her feet before lying back onto her desk. Ingrid spreads her legs apart and waits for Luke to take action.
Fuck it. What happens in therapy, stays in therapy! Luke thinks to himself before taking hold of Ingrid’s legs and shoving his face between them.
Luke starts working on the therapist by kissing her vaginal area and getting a feel for what he’s working with. He kisses her vulva, then her labia and plants kisses moving up to her trimmed bush. He inhales deeply to take in her clean natural scent before brushing his tongue along her triangular carpet. Ingrid moans softly as she allows for him to pleasure her. She lets him know without verbal communication that she approves of the oral stimulation by playing with his hair with both hands. Luke takes his tongue out and begins to tease her with gentle flicks of her dark pink clit. Her clit and petal-like folds stride with motion along with his tongue. He picks up his pace and shifts his tongue from her clit down to the rest of her pussy before giving himself occasional breaks with a kiss of her labia. Luke can taste Ingrid’s arousal as her vagina gets creamy with her juices. She lies on the desk moaning and stroking his hair.
“Just like that, just like that. Yes! Eat that pussy. Oh yeah! I’ll cum in no time Luke!” Ingrid says with a firm whisper. Her lower body begins to shake back and forth slowly on the edge of her desk. She shifts herself inwards closer to his face with her pussy rubbing against Luke’s goatee driving her crazy. She shifts her lower body back and forth as Luke spits his saliva into her womanhood before continuing to play with it with his tongue.
Luke holds Ingrid on the edge of her desk by her lower thighs near her ass cheeks. His heart races in sexual adrenaline as his determination to make the therapist cum picks up. He knows she’s close as her lower body shifts in and out of his face. With each flick of her clit and kiss of her labia, her moans and lower body movements grow. He takes quick second breaks to catch his breath and give his tongue a rest. Each rest break would be a playful bite to her inner thigh in vicinity of her crotch or a kiss to her trimmed bush, nestling his nose in her damp pubic area. Luke hits the jackpot when Ingrid hits her arrival pushing her pussy deep into his nose and mouth and holding it there against his goatee.
“FUCK!!! Oh YES!! GOD YES BABY!!!” Ingrid screams with a firm grip on her patient’s head keeping his face locked against her convulsing vagina. Somehow someway, his tongue stays on her clit as each wave of her orgasm hits her.
Luke keeps his tongue against her labia and digests the pungent yet intoxicating taste of Ingrid’s cum during her orgasm. Her tight grip on his head forbid him from pulling away for a breath of fresh air. It’s only after her body calms down that she releases his grip from him and relaxes her legs. Ingrid then brings her legs to an upright stance and close together. She moves her ass up on the edge of the desk and brings her legs close to her face. She puts one arm under her legs to rest against. She has her other arm on the side of her thigh with her hand holding onto her nylon tights that are still half on.
“You know what you want to do Luke. Take advantage of me while I’m vulnerable in this position. Slip it in. Couldn’t be any easier!” Ingrid tells him calmly with a nod of approval. Her head lays flat on her wooden desktop. Standing in front of her, Luke is able to see her face through the small crevice between her legs that aren’t fully closed together.
Luke rips off his shirt and tosses it to the side and removes his pants and underwear together. He stands naked before the therapist in his socks holding his penis in his hand. Luke is just about average in length and better in girth. The thickness of his cock when fully erect gives him just enough confidence that he’s well endowed. His cock is hard and ready for duty with a wet sticky tip doused in precum. He takes his rod and pushes it up against Ingrid’s slit. He teases her for a bit by playfully rubbing his shaft along her glistening slit while brushing his tip along her trimmed bush. Luke focuses on playing with her pubic hair on the tip of his cock for the titillation. His wife is always fresh and waxed for him so he does have an appreciation for a woman with a further mature vagina.
“Ohhhh! Feels like you got a nice sized package for me! Why don’t you put it inside of me already?” Ingrid tells him with a chuckle. Her legs widen as Luke places his grip onto her nylon material near her lower thigh for support. The beige tights are snug on her legs and rest just above her pussy, nestled on top of her trimmed bush. He quietly obliges to her request and gets closer to her standing over her on the edge of her desk.
Luke shoves his cock against the center of her labia and thrusts forward, parting her vaginal folds apart. His teeth clench and his neck twitches as his penis embraces the feeling of serenity. His cock slides deep into the therapist’s warm entry with no trouble. It’s a feeling he’s known for a long time with his wife. Except now he stands over another woman who he barely knows, deep inside of her. He moans to himself as he slides out slowly and back into her pussy repeatedly.
“How’s it feel?” Ingrid asks. She moans softly taking deep breaths. Her legs are high above her in an elevated position as her therapy patient stands over her fucking her missionary.
“Good. Too…Good!” Luke replies. He holds her legs up for her as his hips thrust back and forth along the edge of the desk. A standing position for him whether if it’s missionary or doggy allows for him to have control over the situation under normal circumstances. He’s able to last longer that way. However, because he’s fucking a woman outside of marriage, he’s vulnerable. It’s one thing having a variety of affair fantasies. It’s another when the fantasy becomes reality. The reality being that he finds himself in an environment that’s supposed to be a professional setting with a licensed therapist allowing him to fuck her on her own desk. Luke knows he won’t last long.
“You can’t cum yet. Don’t you want to know what I want you to do for me?” Ingrid moans.
“Tell me.”
“If your wife won’t get kinky with you, I’ll help you with that. Go take a seat on my chair,” the therapist tells him. Luke stops all motion and pulls his cock out of her pussy and steps away. He helps her off the desk and walks around to the other side to take a seat on her leather ergonomic chair. Ingrid pulls off her nylon tights and skirt completely and walks over to her side of the desk to join Luke. She reaches into a small drawer in her desk.
“My next appointment is in 20 minutes so I do apologize for my lack of foreplay with you. But I do have a little something special for you,” Ingrid says to him taking out a small bottle of Astroglide from the drawer of her desk.
The therapist opens the cap of the bottle and pours a generous amount of lubricant into her hand before closing it up and tossing it onto the desk. She puts both of her hands onto Luke’s erect cock and lathers his shaft in it. Luke grunts at the feeling of her soft hands massaging his penis for a moment before she takes one hand off. She rubs her ass behind her to get some lubricant on.
“Does your wife let you put it in her ass?” Ingrid asks with a sultry whisper in his ear. She continues to rub lube on his cock for him gently stroking him.
“No,” he replies almost inaudible. His heart rate continues to race as a strong feeling of nerves consume him.
“That’s too bad. Because I love it. And now you’ll love it too. All I want from you is to relax on my chair and let me take over.”
Ingrid Travesti Ayrancı mounts herself on top of Luke on her office chair, standing over his legs. She grabs his cock from behind and lowers herself for his mushroom head to find her anus. Luke’s shaft slides between her thick glutes. His meat is slick and slips around as the therapist uses her hand to try and find her forbidden passage. Once Ingrid feels his tip press against her asshole, she lets go of his cock and places both of her hands onto Luke’s shoulders in front of her. She’s in control on top of him, letting his thick member gradually stretch her out.
“How does this feel?” Ingrid asks.
“Tight!” Luke replies with a grin, closing his eyes with a deep sigh. He knows he isn’t going to last long but wishes he can hold onto the moment for as long as possible. He just recently met the therapist and now she’s mounted on his lap with his cock up her ass. Ingrid reaches behind her once more to rub off some excess lube on her ass cheeks. She slides her hand further down and caresses the bottom half of his shaft with her slick fingers. Ingrid shifts her bottom further down his lap, sliding his cock deeper up her ass.
“Just sit back and relax. Let me take over for you,” Ingrid whispers seductively into his ear. She kisses his ear lobe softly before taking her tongue out. The therapist sticks her tongue into his ear and licks it fervidly. The tickling sensation is foreign to Luke but he takes deep breaths trying to keep himself together as Ingrid playfully licks the inside of his right ear, making a slobbery mess of saliva.
“Mmmm…your cock is so hard. I can almost feel it getting harder inside of my tight asshole. Do you like being inside of me Luke?” Ingrid whispers as she moves her lower body up and down on his lap slowly.
“Yes. I do. You’re driving me crazy!” He mutters softly with deep grunts in between.
Luke stays still on the ergonomic chair with the therapist on his lap riding his cock, letting it slide in and out of her ass. His arms lie on the metal armrests of the chair with his hands gripping onto her ass, spreading her cheeks. Ingrid’s breasts are close to his face and he leans in to get a taste. She leans in to let him suck on a tit. She moans softly as Luke cups his lips around an areola, sucking on a swelled pink nipple. Luke grunts getting a taste of her mammary skin. Ingrid grinds her hips in his lap as she rides his cock on her chair. He feels how much he’s stretching out her asshole. She’s no stranger to anal. She’s enjoying it too much. With each downward thrust on his lap, he feels her bottom clap into his thighs. If she were riding him in reverse, he’d have the satisfaction of witnessing in first person the view of his entire shaft balls deep up her ass. Luke pushes Ingrid’s upper body away from him and places his hands onto her hips, holding onto her tanned freckled skin. Ingrid looks down at him with a smile before getting close to his face and whispering into his ear.
“Are you satisfied with your care?” She asks him. Luke grunts with a nod knowing his arrival is approaching.
“Good. I’m satisfied myself being with you. This was all for the experiment but I must say this is so much better than I anticipated it’d be. A little too much information here but I have a kink for getting fucked by unhappy married men.
It just makes me wet and feel like a dirty bitch knowing that I’m satisfying men like you. Letting you do things to me that your wife won’t do. Like…right now. You’re deep up my ass and I’m just an anal freak!” Ingrid whispers into his ear. She kisses his ear lobe like before and puts her tongue into his ear again licking all around. Luke can’t take it anymore.
“Ingrid! Uhhh…I mean Doctor! …I’m going to cum!” Luke shouts with a panicked chortle.
“The choice is yours Luke. Tell me where you want to cum,” the therapist replies. She leans back on his lap and places her hands onto her lower back behind her. She shakes her bottom back and forth with acceleration to her pace. Luke thinks about it for a moment and looks at her prestigious looking face, eyeing her glasses.
“I want to cum on your face Doctor!” He tells her with confidence. Ingrid slows herself down and stands upright. She plants her feet on the floor to help her up and off of his lap. She gets onto her knees in front of her seat. Luke stands up right away and grabs hold of his cock. He jerks himself off aiming his tip at her face.
“Cum for me Luke! Give it to me!” Ingrid tells him with encouragement.
He closes his eyes and begins to relax. He thinks about everything Ingrid has done for him in the short period of time he’s known her. He’s glad that she got into his vehicle the other day when he was going through a tough time. She was kind and offered her professional services to him out of kindness. And here he stands before her, stroking his cock and ready to splurge onto her beautiful face after fucking her deep in the ass. Up until ten minutes prior, Luke was a loyal husband to his wife. It’s amazing how fast things can change. Somewhere deep inside of him there’s an ounce of guilt. But in the present, Luke seeks temporary satisfaction and sexual relief. He grunts out loud as his cock shoots out his seed. The first shot of cum is thick and creamy. It splashes the entirety of one of her lenses of her glasses, blocking out the view of her left eye. The next shot splashes onto her nose. The last two shots are powerful and hit her lips and her cheek. The lost shot of his seed spills down her face like white sticky teardrops. Ingrid smiles up at her patient as he grunts with each wave of his orgasm hitting him. She takes a hand and wipes the semen from her nose and cheek before tasting it. She puts her fingers into her mouth and sucks on the flavor of her ass and his sperm.
“Good job Luke!”
Ingrid stands up and heads to her desk to grab a handful of tissues from a box. She cleans the cum off her glasses and wipes the leftovers off her face. She heads around to the other side of the desk to grab her clothes. Her next appointment is approaching and she needs to get dressed. Luke gets back into his clothes and looks at his phone. He has a new text notification from his wife, telling him to call her back as soon as he can.
“Thanks for coming to the consultation Luke! I hope to see you again soon. Call the office if you want to and my receptionist will schedule you for another appointment with me. You can always come by here to speak to me about your troubles. This is a safe space. Anything we talk about, or do, stays in this office,” Ingrid says. She extends her hand for a handshake. Luke shakes her hand. Oddly enough, her professionalism felt strange given the circumstance of their activity moments prior.
“Looking forward to seeing you soon Doctor.”
“Please just call me Ingrid. I think it’s more than okay for us to be on a first name basis,” she tells him with a smile.
“See you soon Ingrid.”
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Two years pass after Luke’s consultation with his licensed therapist. He thought about scheduling another appointment with her but ultimately didn’t get a chance. Between work and fixing up the relationship with his wife on his own, he just didn’t have the time. Six months after his consultation, Ingrid left her office and relocated elsewhere. Luke didn’t hear from Ingrid again. That is til the day when he finds a hardcover book lying on the dining room table while his wife cooks dinner in the kitchen. The book has a NY Times Bestseller label on the top and is titled “Cheat Code to Understanding Men.” What catches Luke’s attention is the name of the author written in bold red letters at the bottom:
“ DR. INGRID WOLF “
Luke turns the book around to the back and gets a look at the author. It’s a professional portrait of his therapist from a couple years ago. The back has a brief summary with an explanation of the author. The summary explains how the author relocated to Chicago after she published her book. Luke’s wife then walks into the dining room.
“Do you want to read it babe? My book club is almost done with it.” His wife tells him setting up the table for dinner. His wife is in a book club with some of her sorority sisters of her alma mater. They read and discuss a new book each month.
“I might. It looks interesting,” Luke replies casually setting the book back down onto the table.
Luke’s wife tells him that she read an article online about the author. The author happens to be from their local area. She ended up getting terminated from the medical practice where she worked. In her book, she confessed to a sexual encounter she had with a patient for “experimentation” to prove her theory.
“My sorority sisters and I have discussed it and we found that our favorite part happens to be about the author. How she dedicated her life to her research and willingly sacrificed her career to prove her theory,” his wife explains.
“Must be one hell of a theory,” Luke replies. Looking away, he wonders off into his intrusive thoughts. He’s surprised to say the least. He doesn’t have to read the book to know who the patient could be that cost his therapist her job.
“Yes it is quite the theory. But it doesn’t hurt that she’s made a fortune off a bestselling book either,” his wife says before heading back to the kitchen.
After dinner, Luke does some research on his laptop looking up information about Ingrid Wolf. A quick Google search brings up her official website. Luke discovers that Dr. Wolf is on a nationwide book signing tour to promote her book. She’ll be holding a book signing event at a local bookstore at the mall the following week. A week later, Luke approaches Dr. Wolf with a copy of her bestseller in hand and asks for her autograph. She recognizes him and smiles casually.
“You never returned to see me after our consultation,” Ingrid tells him while signing the front page of his book with her signature in sharpie.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to come back but….life! Things just got busy and time got the best of me. Life clearly got the best of you too!” Ingrid hands him back his book copy and smiles at him.
“Yes. Life happens indeed.”
“Is it true? You lost your job because of us?”
“Yes. But I was ok with getting terminated. You never got back to me after our consultation so I didn’t care about the consequence of disclosing information about a sexual encounter I had with a patient in office.” Ingrid tells him. Luke is taken aback.
“You were willing to take the risk and lose your job because of me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I’d love to tell you all about the impact our consultation had on me that day. Perhaps over dinner tonight? My agent booked me for a stay at the Four Seasons downtown and the restaurant inside is quite elegant.” Ingrid tells him. Luke thinks about it for a moment.
“You know, part of why I never returned to your office was that the visit did have an impact on me too. I gained confidence that I didn’t have before and established better communication with my wife. It improved my relationship with her. So I do thank you for that. I’d be happy to meet you for dinner tonight. On one condition,” Luke tells her.
“Name it.”
“Anything goes. Just you and me. No experiment, no therapy. Just two consenting adults having a conversation and seeing where the night takes them,” Luke explains. Ingrid thinks about it for a moment.
“Deal. My private phone number is written inside of your book under the autograph.”
“I’ll see you tonight Doctor.”
“You need to stop with that,” she tells him with a chuckle.
“I’ll see you tonight Ingrid.”
END.
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