Busy couple with decreasing sexual desires

How did we ever get to this point? How did we ever get to the point where I was offering my wife to another man? It was a progressive thing. We did not know where we were headed; it was incremental as we were slowly swept up into an erotic adventure.

Amy and I were married for seven years, and in the first bloom of marriage our sex life was very satisfying-we had sex frequently and we freely experimented in our bedroom. But gradually the demands of our jobs (we both worked) and our financial considerations, and our concerns about the expensive mortgage we had undertaken were taking a toll on our love life. We were either too tired or too worried, so sex became secondary and most often on the week-ends, and sometimes that was perfunctory. We realized this and talked about it, but it became apparent that talking about it was not accomplishing anything.

It wasn’t that Amy was unattractive-she was beautiful, and she dressed in a way that always brought out her best assets, turning many heads, both male and female. She was tall with an attractive face framed by auburn hair. She had good shoulders, firm breasts, a slim waist which flowed into beautiful rounded hips and ass. All this above a pair of outstanding legs; in a word she was gorgeous.

After we had been married three years we discussed whether we wanted children. Up to that point Amy was using birth control pills. We decided that we wished to pursue our careers and we didn’t want children in the picture. So that she wouldn’t be taking birth control pills forever, and risking complications, we decided that I would have a vasectomy, so I went ahead with that. About two or three years later we had regrets, thinking that we should have gone ahead and had one or two children.

But back to the story. Amy had a good friend and I know that they confided a lot and I wasn’t surprised that she discussed our decreased sexual activity. I would never have thought of talking to any of my male friends about our personal life, but women seem to bond more, and they are more inclined to discuss intimate aspects of each others lives. It seemed that her friend Terri had a suggestion. She said that she knew of a counselor or therapist whose specific area of expertise was helping couples with our type of problem. Amy was interested and asked for more details.

Terri said this man, Michael, worked from his home and he met with couples there. According to Terri he used a variety of modalities, including music, and especially pictures projected of a wall. But he also talked to the couple, learning the specifics of their problems and discussed methods they might use to improve this area of their life. She added that he worked with only one couple at a time and she also provided his name and address which she said was not published in the phone book.

After some discussion we agreed to try it, and we set up an interview appointment. Michael was attractive and quite personable, and Amy later said she thought he had a rugged sort of handsomeness which appealed to her. I told her not to get any ideas.

He discussed his treatment protocol, much of which we knew from Amy’s discussion with Terri. First of all he required a history of our marital/sexual difficulties. He had a way of putting us at ease before we delved into our personal life; but finally he understood that we had gone from an active sexual life to one where sex didn’t play a large part anymore, and he also noted that our busy jobs that often required some work at home was a deterrent to sexually enjoying each other as we once did.

He went on to explain that he worked in a controlled environment, consisting of images, film clips, mood music, lighting control, suggestions. He said that once he got to understand us better he would be in a position to tailor his therapy, and that was the nucleus of his treatment. He stated that one of the most important things we needed to do was schedule time to be together without the deterrent of work concerns. We were impressed and decided to proceed, so the first appointment was scheduled.

When we arrived for our first appointment he had us recline on a futon with pillows. He provided a control to each of us, and we had a button to push if the experience was positive, and also a button to push if the visuals were negative. By having us to respond to stimuli, either visual or auditory, he would be able to develop a profile. On one wall was a phrase that said “Transportation to Eros.” I think that is what we were supposed to accomplish.

He provided wine and relaxing music till we were comfortable with our environment. He had screens on which he could display film clips or still pictures, and we would register our responses. He began with some still pictures illustrating heterosexual activity; attractive couples in various sexual activities. Mostly our responses here were quite positive. He also displayed inter-racial couples, and it seemed we both had positive responses. We both responded negatively to lesbian and homosexual activities.

From there we went on to film clips depicting couples having sex, and in a variety of positions. As the evening progressed and we were near the end of the first session we both became excited. But by the time we got home we had lost quite a bit of the arousal we experienced at Michael’s clinic. We did perform, but we lacked spontaneity. The same thing occurred after the next session. He explained that this wasn’t unusual.

He said that some couples wanted to have sex when they were aroused, and he said it was definitely permitted. He would be in an adjacent room, and we had another button to press if we wished to speak to him or had any requests. I sensed that Amy was attracted to him, and when I challenged her on it, she said that she was attracted to him, that she couldn’t help relating to him.

Things changed on the next visit: he had a good idea which visuals were the most arousing and he used these images and film clips freely. We were so excited that night that we stripped and had sex on the futon. The sex was rapid and brief-we didn’t know if he was watching, but it didn’t matter as we were totally involved. It turned out that he did observe our coupling, but he said it was important for him to see how we responded; and could therefore make some suggestions to help us.

That night Amy told me it was much more exiting knowing he was watching. He suggested that we take more time when we made love, slow down and caress each other more. We became comfortable with his presence, and welcomed his suggestions. However, we still didn’t achieve a high level of arousal, but I knew that Amy was more aroused when he was close, and with his direction I was also.

As sessions continued, I would fantasize about seeing her having sex with Michael. I finally told her about my feelings, and she admitted that she was aroused, wondering what it would be like if he was doing it to her. We doubted that his therapy extended that far, extended to where he would actively participate, but his presence when we had sex provided a higher level of arousal, but did we want to push this to a new level by including him? We could always feel his presence even if we didn’t see him.

We continued to have wine in our sessions, and now the sex scenes and film clips became even more specific and arousing as he discovered our interests. Coupled with the sensuous music, the wine and the visual stimuli we were becoming more excited. Finally things changed with the very sensuous and erotic coupling on the screen.

On this night we were both caught up by the erotic display. I looked at Michael, and I said “Tansport her! Transport her to Eros! Transport her like the great invader!”

“You wish transport?” and I said yes.

“Very well. Show me her breasts!”

I raised her shoulders till she was sitting, and then unbuttoned and removed her blouse, unsnapped and removed her bra, her beautiful firm breasts exposed. She was trembling, flushed and aroused. She folded her arms over her breasts, but I pushed them down.

“Do you still wish transport?” And again I said yes.

“Very well.” Remove her skirt and show me her vagina.” I pressed her shoulders down, then unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, pulling the skirt down and off. I hesitated till he said again “show me her vagina.” I pulled her sheer lacy slip up, and she lifted her hips so that I could bunch it at her waist.

I was perspiring now as I gripped her sheer lacy panties, pulling them down as again she raised her hips. I moved them down over her naked upper thighs, past her beautiful stocking clad legs, exposing her pussy as I pulled her panties off. She was naked now except for her sheer stocking clad legs and garter belt, the slip bunched at her waist, her beautiful body revealed to him.

He gazed at her vagina, framed by bushy brown hair. She was still flushed and trembling as he gazed at her, gazed at this erotic display. “Do you still wish transport?” Looking at my beautiful wife as she gazed back at him I nodded my head.

“Very well! Place a pillow under her ass!” She lifted her hips again and grasping a pillow I placed it under her upturned ass. “Now spread her legs for me.” Amy was unresisting when I pressed her legs open. “Now bend her knees up.” I did that and now her cunt was presented to him, her labia pink and engorged.

“Is she ready for transport?”

I reached over her wide-stretched legs and moved my finger into her sex. She was more that moist-she was wet, and now her lips were gaping slightly. It was so erotic, her wide-spread legs opened to him, her bent knees tilting her vagina up to his gaze. She was moaning now as I said “she’s ready.”

“Very well; hand me her panties!” I did-this was symbolic, handing her panties to him signified that I was presenting her as a gift. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed as she stared at him as he began to strip.

When he was finally naked we viewed his cock which was very impressive; not quite fully erect but still long and thick. Looking at her body displayed so erotically, he stroked himself till he was fully erect, his very large cock sticking straight out from his body.

“Do you wish to proceed?” I nodded my head again and he said “say it!”

I said “Yes! Mount her, transport her to Eros. Take her!”

He said “is she fertile?” And I said “I don’t know.” Then he said to Amy “are you fertile? And she said “I don’t know-maybe, I’m not sure.”

He knelt between her legs, staying that way as he viewed the prize awaiting his pleasure, waiting to receive this huge cock, the bulbous head purple and swollen. He moved onto her body, mounting her and directing his cock at the moist lips of her vagina. I lay by her side and she took my hand and she held it tightly, looking at me as he moved to take her.

She groaned as she felt him begin to enter her, flinching as she felt herself opening to the pressure of his advancing cock, crying out as she felt her vagina beginning to stretch, giving a louder cry as the head of his cock entered her. He gradually advanced his cock further and further into her, her cunt stretched tightly around it as he filled her. As she was fully impaled, her body began jerking, her legs folding over his as her spasms began, her body shaking as she came.

I couldn’t believe she had climaxed so soon. When her cries and spasms subsided he began slowly stroking into her. I watched as his cock, shiny with her juices, moved in and out of her, establishing a steady rhythm, taking plenty of time, fucking her steadily, Amy groaning, her body jerking each time he thrust into her.

It was unbelievable. I was aroused as I watched this man doing it to my wife-watching my own wife under this man, seeing her getting fucked so well by this stud, Amy crying out again and again as he ravished her. I was mesmerized as I viewed their coupling; as if it was someone else and not my own wife getting so thoroughly fucked. She was grunting now as he stroked powerfully into her widely stretched cunt, her moans and cries continuous, her arms holding his shoulders, her legs folded over his thighs.

She was on an erotic plateau, and she shrieked as she was overwhelmed by another orgasm, her body convulsing, and still this man continued thrusting into her. Finally he groaned, holding himself deeply into her as he pulsed and spurted into the depths of her vagina, filling her with his sperm. It was done, but he stayed in her till his cock softened, finally lifting off her body.

Her legs were splayed, their juices matting her pubic hair and her inner thighs. As I gazed upon my well- fucked wife Michael said “mount her!” I quickly undressed, my cock still hard and moved between her open legs, pressing into her in one movement. I was so excited that I stroked only twice before erupting into her, my semen joining his except there was no sperm in mine.

My exhausted wife just lay there in an orgasmic bliss, finally stirring and I moved to assist her, helping her dress. Michael said “I’ll leave you two now-you know the way out.”

We left but didn’t speak on the way home, each of us busy with our own thoughts, re-living the adventure. However we had a lot to say as we sat on the sofa, discussing the evening, talking about what we felt about the event.

I said “I can’t believe we did that. I can’t believe I asked another man to fuck you, and then stripped you for him. Then letting him do it to you, encouraging him, watching him put his cock into you, seeing him coming deep in your cunt. I never had any idea that I would be aroused watching a stranger servicing you, having his way with you.”

“I know-it was pretty crazy, and it was so erotic. I never dreamed that we would have that outcome, you stripping me-presenting me to him to do as he wished, handing him my panties. We just got carried away. Until tonight you were the only man that ever did it to me, so now it seems you are a cuckold. I can’t believe you were thrilled watching this man fucking me, and fucking me so thoroughly. I never felt so stretched and filled. And how did you feel when you saw him coming in me; I could feel him swelling and spurting his semen.”

“I couldn’t help it-I was caught up in the scene and I almost came without touching myself.”

We talked about whether we wanted to continue, and we decided to go for two or three more sessions, but it was with the agreement that if either one of us wished to stop we would. The next time we went Michael was more distant-we had sex with each other but not with a great deal of enthusiasm.

On our next visit he provided images that evoked a high level of arousal, and combined with the wine and the music we did succumb again. With Michael’s direction I stripped off her blouse and bra, baring her breasts, then her skirt, now exposed in her lacy half-slip through which you could see her sheer panties, her stockings and garter belt.

She was flushed, breathing rapidly when he told me to turn her onto her stomach. He ordered me to place her on her hands and knees and press her shoulders down. His next order was to pull her slip to her waist, then slide her panties down to her knees. Finally he had me spread her legs.

She looked incredibly erotic displayed like this, her firm breasts hanging down, her beautiful rounded ass in the air, her moist lips slightly open, garter belt stretched tightly over her buttocks. He gazed at this erotic display, more arousing than if she was naked. Moaning softly she awaited him to fulfill her, to ravish her again.

Then he asked “is she fertile?”

We had begun keeping track of her periods and we were quite sure that she was ovulating at this time. I said “yes, she is fertile today.”

“Then today I will enter her and make her pregnant.”

By the time he stripped he was fully erect, and he moved behind her, positioning himself, preparing to enter her. He moved the head of his cock up and down between her lips, moistening it, and then pressed forward opening her up as he began to enter her, my wife groaning with the pressure of his entry. She jerked and cried out as he penetrated her, holding her hips as he continued to advance his cock, gradually filling her stretched cunt, a hoarse cry from my wife as she was fully impaled again.

For a few moments he held himself fully in her, gradually moving, moving in her in long strokes as he held her hips. He said “this is the best position for you’re wife’s insemination.” He now began thrusting into her more powerfully, her body moving to his thrusts, her breasts swaying. She was groaning continuously as her body received his punishing cock, her vagina stretched fully to accommodate his girth.

Still moving in her he said to me, “Do you wish her impregnated?” I said yes, caught up in this scene, watching his cock moving in and out of her, shiny with her juices. Amy turned to look at me when I said yes, her eyes wide and glassy

He now thrust faster as he asked her if she was ready for conception. She yelled “yes!” After several more strokes he pulled her fully onto his cock and said “now!” The swelling and spurting of his cock triggered a violent orgasm in Amy; she screamed as she was shaken with a powerful climax, her body convulsing as he emptied his cock into her defenseless cunt, his semen flowing into her cervix and into her uterus. He held his cock in her till it softened, and then withdrew, releasing Amy to fall flat on the bed, sobbing with the intensity of her release.

Michael left us and it took me some time to get my wife dressed-she was so weak from her orgasm, but finally I got her home, undressed and into bed. As we lay there we talked about the evening, discussing what happened and how we felt about it. I again became very aroused and moved to take her. I entered her still wet cunt, and with only a few strokes I erupted.

We talked about how erotic and powerful these experiences were. We never knew we would be affected in such a way that I would encourage another man to have sex with her, and be thrilled watching him service her, and emptying himself in her. And Amy never knew she would respond as she did, becoming wildly excited as her own husband stripped her and prepared her for this stranger to enter her. She said the thought that he might get her pregnant just added to the erotic situation, and she just lost it when she felt him coming in her, filling her with his semen.

We didn’t stop there-we went back to Michael again. He knew just the kind of erotic stimulation that got us most excited. He didn’t have sex with Amy each time, but he did take her again, and with my approval. Watching him doing it to her I was incredibly aroused, taking her myself when he finished.

We were enjoying sex more often, but I know it was because we were fantasizing about the experiences that Michael had provided for us. We decided that we wouldn’t go to him for any more therapy, but he called us one day saying he missed us, and would like to meet again. We agreed.

The evening we came over he ushered us into the living area of his home. He told me he was going to take her into the next room which was his bedroom, and I should wait here. I knew he wanted to have her, and when I agreed he took her arm leading her into the bedroom. She was hesitant, looking at me for approval, and when I nodded my head she went with him.

For a bit I heard only rustling; then I heard her cry out and I knew he had entered her. The bed was creaking and I heard her moaning, her moans getting louder till finally she shrieked and I knew she had come. Then I heard him groan as he was filling her with his semen. Finally she came out, looking disheveled.

On the way home she told me what he had done, how he had stripped her, how he caressed her, finally spreading and entering her. She said “I couldn’t help moaning, he was thrusting so hard and finally I came as I felt him swelling and filling me with his sperm.” When we got home I could hardly wait to get her into bed. She was still wet from their sex, and I entered her easily and again came with just a few thrusts.

In a few days he called again, and again we agreed to go to his place, where the same scene was repeated once more. I listened to her loud moans as he fucked her so thoroughly, hearing her loud cries as she came. Michael asked her if she was pregnant yet and she said she had missed a period, and if she missed another one she would have a test. Michael said it was his intention to keep fucking her until she was pregnant.

It turned out that she was pregnant. We informed Michael and told him we wouldn’t be coming back again.

Amy told me she had run into Terri again, and she asked how our therapy went. She said Terri was smiling at her and she blushed saying it went well and we were finished with treatment. Terri said, “He fucked you, didn’t he, and probably several times?” Amy said, “How did you know?” Terri said “He fucks all the women he treats, usually till they are pregnant, and are you pregnant?” I admitted I was, and Terri said it would be our secret.

I said “why didn’t you tell me that he would probably screw me? You could have told me what he might do-what to expect. I can’t believe you let me go ahead knowing that I might be fucked by him.”

“I didn’t want to spoil the fun. I suspected you would wind up under him, but I wasn’t sure. I knew it would only be with your husband’s co-operation. Quite a few husbands really get excited watching their wives getting serviced by him, watching his unprotected cock filling his compliant wife with sperm.”

As her abdomen increased in size we talked about our experience with Michael. We both agreed it was incredibly erotic. Amy again said she couldn’t believe she had been so aroused by him, and I said I never believed that I would strip her for this man, and allow him to penetrate her and ravish her so thoroughly. We both learned something about ourselves, and I know we would long remember that therapeutic journey.