“Janelle,” Dr. Scott said, rolling his chair closer to the red headed lady to the left of the couch. “Just tell me, in your own words, what do you think the problem is?”
“It’s too embarrassing,” the pretty lady said and began to sob again into her handkerchief.
“See doc?” Kurt, her husband said, from the right of the low cloth cushions. “This is what I have been getting for a month; the crying, the embarrassment. But she won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“Okay, okay” the pretty lady between them said wiping her eyes.
“But you’re not gonna like it,” she said turning to her husband.
“It’s better out than in, Janelle,” the doctor offered.
Kurt’s wife sniffed, sighed then turning to her husband she said: ”We’ve been married eight years, and in all that time I’ve never had an orgasm with you.”
Kurt slumped back as if his wife had struck him. “Jan, I…I mean, how did you…you always seemed to…”
“I am a good actress,” she chuckled. “And now, well all my acting has doomed us…me really. You get what you want; I get nothing. For almost a whole decade of my life!”
Janelle began to weep again.
Dr. Scott stood and said: “Everyone just take a deep breath and relax, let’s see if we can’t work through this thing…together.”
“Janelle” the tall man said walking to his window with his hands clasped behind his back. “If you could have Kurt do one thing, only one, something that you have thought about, that might give you pleasure, what would it be?”
“It’s too late,” she blubbered still looking down into her rather meaty chest.
“It is never too late, tell me, one thing you’ve wanted him to do to you.”
“Janelle,” Kurt said turning to her fully. “I care, tell me, tell me.”
“Tell us Janelle,” the doctor added turning to them both.
“It would be nice, if…if…if just once he performed oral sex on me?”
“I assume Kurt never does that?” the doctor asked the lady.
“I do I do,” Kurt protested.
“Evidently not enough,” the doctor said. “Really Kurt, a man your age should know many woman desire oral sex more than anything else from their partner.”
“I can count the times he’s gone down on me on one hand,” Janelle said. “And even then it was so quick, just enough so he gets hard.”
“Well Kurt?” the doctor asked.
“Ok, I will tonight, I promise.”
“Oh no young man, the time is now,” Doctor Scott said and walked over to Kurt and clasped him on the shoulder.
“Janelle strip please, Kurt on your knees, facing her.”
As Doctor Scott expected, Kurt hesitated, fumbling, huffing, opening and closing his mouth like a trout gulping for air.
Janelle was naked in a minute, writhing and shucking to reveal her lean, long and tan body to the men. Doctor Scott thought Kurt a fool, Janelle was a perfect compliment to all the other pieces of art in his office.
“Kurt?” the doctor promoted as Janelle spread her taut legs sat back once again and Kurt scooted forward.
“Oh, my,” Janelle moaned. “Oh my my my!”
Kurt leaned all the way forward on his knees and placed his open mouth on the spread hot pussy staring him in the face.
“Oh my my my!” his wife screamed.
Doctor Scott walked behind his desk to watch the man’s head waggle side to side as he ate his wife’s pussy better than he ever had.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Janelle called after another minute.
“Eat my pussy, you fuck,” she said after a minute and half.
Doctor Scott rolled up to the front of his desk to hide his erection.
Janelle really did have the most magnificent long legs, which she now had wrapped round her Kurt’s head.
“Lick my cunt, lick my cunt!”
Kurt even stopped momentarily on that exclamation, and Doctor Scott pushed the heel of his palm down against the tenting front of his chinos.
“Lick…my…cunt!” Janelle yelled, sat straight up and Kurt pressed his hands down on her bucking upper thighs while diving in to her spread pussy even deeper.
“Ku…Kur…Kurt!” Janelle wailed and shuttered, her nipples popped and she threw her fiery mane back.
Kurt held onto his wife as the woman came multiple times; four if Doctor Scott’s expert opinion could be trusted.
Ten minutes later, as Kurt lay licking his lips still and Janelle cuddled next to him on the couch, the lady turned to her husband, and out of earshot of Doctor Scott who was at his desk scribbling into his notebook, said:
“Kurt, what’s wrong baby, you look unhappy?”
“I’m just sorry for all of the wasted years,” he said with a shake of his head. “How am I ever going to make it up to you?”
Janelle looked over at Dr. Scott and said: “Doc, pencil us in for same time next week, ok?”