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It all started ubiquitously enough. The kids were down and I was settling to enjoy some peace and quiet in my man cave surfing the internet. My wife walked in and settled down on the couch. This was not a great sign. I waited for the TV to come on and disturb my peace. Nothing. An even worse sign. No TV meant she wanted to talk. This was about the last thing I wanted to do in the middle of the week especially with everyone in bed. I knew there was no avoiding it, so I reached a stopping point and turned in my chair to face her.

She sat cross legged on the couch in a T-shirt and pajama pants patiently waiting for my attention. The outfit did not lead me to believe I was in for anything hot later. It appeared this was just not my luck night. I looked at her and raised my eye brows to indicate that she had my full attention, but I was not thrilled by the prospect. We have been married for a good while; she was undeterred by my body language and started in.

?I think we need counseling,? she started with. This was an unexpected topic, but not completely shocking. We have done counseling a couple of different times. I believe in having a third party to give an unbiased opinion is not an entirely bad thing many times. Things had been steady although somewhat stagnant recently so I was not sure where this was coming from or what specifically was driving this request. I kept my mouth shut and let her go on.

?We were at the bus stop chatting and Amanda mentioned that she had seen a sex therapist with her husband last weekend.? This turn of events was both unexpected and shocking, however, I was not sure why a lack of lead in Amanda?s husband pencil should have a negative effect on me. My wife went on ?Amanda said they just wanted to spice it up some, and the session was unbelievable.? This was starting get interesting so I did not interrupt. ?It sounds like they are the same as us, rush from one event to the next fit in sex when they can. Amanda talked to another friend whom recommended the counselor. Long story short, it turned out to be amazing.?

With this my wife stared at me waiting for a response. Sex. Anything sex related. Hell, yes. Sign me up. I took a deep breath and in my most convincing voice I said ?well, if you think it is a good idea.? Rolling her eyes she said ?I figured as much. I did the initial paper work for the background check, etc already. We have a consultation with her next week.? My tongue must have been wagging because my wife followed with ?This is purely a meet and greet to see if everyone is a good fit. No action.? My expression then must have dropped, so she added ?be on your best behavior or there will be no action.?

As with most weeks the minutes dragged, but the hours flew by. In no time we were sitting on the couch of a nondescript professional lobby waiting for Mrs. Smith to see us. Finally the door opened. I have no idea what a ?sex therapist? is supposed to look like. I was pretty sure that if a silicon Barbie opened the door my wife was out of there, deposit or not. I was hoping she was not some little grandma like Dr. Ruth or something. Mrs. Smith opened the door. My best description of her would be that she looked completely normal. She was about the same height as my wife with similar brunette hair although it was straight. Her attire was office professional. A lavender tailored top with a black skirt that went to about her knees she would have blended in seamlessly at any law office. Her bust was about a B in my estimate and I strongly suspected that she was a runner or worked out regularly. She was attractive, but not gorgeous. If I had seen her at the grocery store I would not have looked twice. In my opinion, she was suited to her profession. She was attractive enough, but not intimidating.

We were invited into her office; offered seats facing her desk. She sat down behind her desk with some papers laid out in front of her. I would describe her office as organized and sterile. There were no personal touches anywhere. No plaques or certificates on the walls. Her desk had no pictures of any family. Not even a picture of a cat or dog. There was a wedding ring on her finger, but it could be part of the image I had no idea. Mrs. Smith started the interview/introductions.

?Thank you for jumping through a couple of hoops to get here. As you know I only take referrals and I submit a criminal search before I agree to meet with anyone. I don?t run an escort service and some people have trouble believing this. Privacy is a prime concern for my clients as I am sure it is with you. What I can say to ease your mind is that you fit the profile of my average client. Married several years, well off, children. Your marriage is solid, but you feel like maybe there is something that could reignite some of that spark and spontaneity that you had when you were dating or first married.? We were both nodding in agreement. It was all completely true. Mrs. Smith went on ?Some couples I can help and others I cannot or will not. My average couple has one or two sessions a year maybe around an anniversary. I have a few couples that request my services monthly. This is allowed briefly, but I try to ween them off this quickly. In a few cases I have had to stop working with some couples because they are become too dependent on me and not on their own relationship. This is neither my goal nor my business. Based on my brief description is there any questions?? We both nodded no and she continued.

?Some basics of how I work and what I can offer. First, this is about you two and the bond between the two of you. Physical touch is an important aspect of that. So often we withhold sex as punishment because it is painful to our partner to be denied that touch and connection. Due to all this I act as an instructor and very rarely a participant. I am almost never physically involved during our session, but will be guiding and instructing. Secondly, I need your cooperation. I will be asking you to expand your boundaries and maybe try new things or things that you have not done in a long time. This is not ?Fifty Shades of Grey? although I must thank the author for the uptick in business I am seeing. Thirdly, I will be sending you a questionnaire. I need it filled out in full and returned to me. This is not a group exercise and must be kept as a secret from your partner. By filling it out I will get an idea of how to tailor our session and if both spouses are on the same page. Please do not cheat. I can always tell when it was a group activity. Even after the form is submitted I ask that you do not discuss. After our first session you may discuss, but generally couples see no need for it. After I review your answers I will contact you if we are a good fit and if you would like to schedule an intimacy session. As a warning, again I don?t take all couples. I may not be a good fit for your expectations and suggest a different counselor. Sometimes I have nothing to offer and would feel guilty taking your money. Generally, the fit is correct and we can schedule a session quickly.?

She leaned back in her chair. During her explanation I did not realize how intently we were hanging on her words. Both my wife and I were leaning forward, almost on top of her desk. We leaned back in our chairs to digest her terms. ?How does that sound to you all?? she asked. I looked at my wife and nodded in agreement. My wife spoke up ?we are in.?

?Great? said Mrs. Smith, ?I will email you a file. Take your time, put some thought into your answers, and send it back to me. Once I get it; I will need a couple of days to review. Then I will let you know if I can be of assistance or not.?

It was a quiet ride home. We were both try to digest what she had said and wondering what our entrance surveys would entail.

When we got home each of us had an email from Mrs. Smith in our accounts. I started mine that night. The first questions were pretty dull: How long have you been married, how often do you make love, what is your favorite position, what would your spouse say your favorite position is, etc. Then they got a little more interesting: Name one memorable time you made love and why do you remember it? What are some of your fantasies? Have you ever told your spouse your fantasies, which one, did you act on them? How often do you have sex outside the bedroom? Do you use sex toys, which ones? Finally, it ended with a list of sex acts and how often you practiced them with your spouse. I thought the list was pretty conclusive: missionary, doggie style, blow job, cunnilingus, anal, etc. I put ?never? for most of them and still felt kind of naughty by the end of the list just for reading all the types of sex.

Some of the questions were long form and took longer to answer then others. I ended up writing a little longer on the memorable sex question.

For our anniversary we have been going to cabins where we can be alone without the kids and other distractions. We always get new sexy lingerie and sometime a new sex toy for the weekend. I love it when my wife wears lingerie, without sounding to shallow, she is hot and I like to fantasize she is lingerie model. The cabins are pretty secluded so we can do things that we would not normally do. Sometimes we will have sex out on the back porch or something like that. Several times she has let me take photos in her lingerie and getting out of the lingerie. They are not professional, but I think she looks really hot in the pictures. I still look at them. For this year she surprised me by coming out of the bathroom in full hair and makeup, black high heels, thigh highs, black bra, and black crotchless panties. I basically through her on the bed and banged away she looked so hot.

Another time was when Grace got her hair cut completely different. She wears her hair long and curly, which I love and was one of the first things about her I was attracted to. For a change she got her hair cut short and straightened. It looked really cute on her and I was excited she had tried a temporary change. Her hair was so different; she felt like a different person. That night we made wild love with me taking her from behind. We lived the stranger fantasy with her new hair and wild love making.

When I finally checked the time I had been working on my survey for over 2 hours and it was way past my bed time. I sent it back to Mrs. Smith and went to bed.

My wife returned her survey the next day. Three days later we got an email reply.

I am happy to say I believe I can offer some assistance. I find the sessions to be most productive at a neutral location for the couple. It is also best if the couple spend the night although I will be leaving after the session. To this end I keep a chalet in the mountains. It is private, romantic, and allows couples to leave their other baggage at home. Please contact me with a time in the near future that will work for you.

We found a weekend that we could get the grandparents to come in so we could be away for the night. In our confirmation email we were given directions to the chalet, along with instructions to bring our own food and alcohol, any special lingerie, and any sex toys that we might like to use or try. While the time to the first session flew by, the time to this session dragged on forever. We speculated on what would transpire. Would it be lots of talking and sharing or a lot of sweating? I was hoping for the sweating part.

The big day finally arrived. We were the first to the cabin. It was a comfortable rental cabin. We saw several other cabins on the way up, but from the cabin we were completely secluded. Décor was in generic woods style with no personalization. There was not a guest book which was fine by us. We were glad to avoid the awkwardness of seeing a neighbors name on the list. It was a one bedroom cabin leading me to believe Mrs. Smith when she said she would not be spending the night. On the deck overlooking the woods was a hot tub. I can only imagine the amount of action that hot tub had seen over the years. The kitchen, living room, and dining room were open with full floor to ceiling windows open to the back porch overlooking the woods. A couch I nthe living room faced the back porch with arm chairs on each making a U shaped sitting area. A door off to the left side of the main room lead to a bathroom while another door led to the master suite. On the table we found a note addressed to us from Mrs. Smith.

Make yourself comfortable and feel free to use all of the accommodations. I will be around about 9 this evening. Have a drink if it will take the edge off, but please don?t over indulge it may be a long night.

It was early so we decided we had time to go out for dinner. Both of us were nervous and ended up taking most of our meal home with us. There was a bottle of moderately priced champagne back at the chalet we picked up on the way over. There was still time to kill so we decided to fully use the cabin by jumping in the hot tub. While my wife put on the black bikini that she had brought with her, which she looks killer in, I found some champagne flutes and poured us each a glass. We soaked in the hot tub silently sipping our champagne watching the sun set through the trees waiting for Mrs. Smith to arrive. Punctually at 9; a black Mercedes pulled into the driveway of our little cabin.

A car door slammed and a minute later Mrs. Smith joined us on the back deck. Again, she was dressed business professional in a different white tailored shirt and black slacks. Her hair was still down, but she had on a little more makeup then would be normally worn in an office setting.

?Good,? she greeted us with a wide smile. ?I see you took my advice to enjoy the accommodations. You have no idea how many couples I find nervously pacing the floor waiting for me. This is a great start to a great night. Would you like to get started?? After all the anticipation you could be damn sure I was ready to start. We told her absolutely. My wife offered her a glass of champagne. As I poured her a glass she asked if we brought any special lingerie to change into. Grace had purchased a new item that she would be modeling for me for the first time tonight. She let Mrs. Smith know that she would need to a minute to change before we started. ?Great again,? she said. ?Grace you can change in the bathroom, I need to get a couple of things around in the bedroom. Nathan you can hang out in the living room.? Grace and I got out of the hot tub as Mrs. Smith headed to the bedroom to change.

I sat waiting in the living room on the couch. I was in my boxer briefs. I really didn?t know what ?man lingerie? was appropriate for this occasion. I thought briefs were unsexy and boxers a little too conservative. Grace was the first to walk out. She was in a red silk negligée with lace around the top. The negligée was just long enough to cover the matching red silk string bikini panties. When she walked I could catch a glimpse of the red hot panties covering her red hot valley. This negligée was strategically designed to show her round bottom when she bent over. Her makeup had been lightly touched up and she had let her hair back down. We weren?t sure what to do while we waited, if we should sit by each other or apart. Grace decided for us by taking a seat on the other end of the couch from me. We did not have to wait long for Mrs. Smith to come out.

Mrs. Smith stepped out of the bathroom dimming the living room lights as she passed by the switch. Unlike my wife she had gone the opposite way with her hair as it was now pulled up into a tight bun. She wore a black bustier with a long black skirt and black heels. The look did not scream porn star dominatrix, but gave the subtle subtext that she was in charge. Her movements were more curt and business like then when she had walked in earlier. In her heels she was again taller than before and remained standing as she entered the room again subtly asserting her dominant position. She began our session by addressed us both.

?Sex is just a subset of a marriage. Just like a marriage if one partner is always the aggressor things get stale and the marriage suffers. Sex is the same. It can?t always be the man pursuing the woman, although in my experience this is generally the case. Most couples forget about why sex was so fun in the beginning, because your partner desired you and you knew you were desirable. As we get older and more into a routine we feel less desirable and assume our spouse desires us less. Sex gets stuck as something we only do in the dark bedroom under the sheets. Clothes no longer get thrown off as soon as we get home from the movie, we have to check on the kids, let out the dog, brush our teeth, put on our PJ?s, and finally have semi-satisfying routine sex.?

She let this accurate portrayal of our marriage sink in before continuing. ?Tonight our mission is to remind and reawaken just how much you desire each other. Grace you are desirable to Nathan. Nathan you are desirable to Grace. When you see each other through different eyes your sex can again be incredible. As I warned in the invite we will be doing things you may have never done and certainly things you have not done for a long time. We are going to start with Grace. Women are the quickest to forget just how powerful a little sex appeal can be. Women need to be reminded that we are best at starting our own motors. Before we go any further, Nathan, I need you on the chair and Grace you can spread out on the couch.?

I moved over to the chair out of the way so Grace could spread out. ?Good, that?s better,? said Mrs. Smith ?but, let me get you positioned a little differently.? She went over to Grace. Mrs. Smith leaned Grace back on some pillows with one leg dr*ped over the edge of the couch and the other bent up on the cushion. Grace? legs were now spread wide open on the couch exposing her tiny red panties that barely contained the bulge of her lips. This was not a pose that my wife would commonly, if ever, strike. Stepping away to admire her work, Mrs. Smith continued.

?Now that I have you posed like a porn star, I want you to think like a porn star. The appeal of porn to men is the lack of inhibition. Porn stars feel hot, they are using sex and it makes them feel powerful which in turn makes them feel sexy. Seeing you like this turns on your man, which in turn gets you going.? All of this was completely accurate. Seeing my wife splayed across the couch in her lingerie was as hot as I had seen her in a long time.

?Try not to be self-conscious,? Mrs. Smith continued. I thought that this was a bit of long shot, but she was the expert. It should also be noted that my wife has it together in the body department. Upstairs is full, downstairs is toned, and the whole house is trim from the running that we do. In my opinion she could wear tighter clothes then she regularly wears. ?Let Nathan take you in. You are the center of his universe. Use your body to draw him in.? Grace took in a deep breath, held it, and then let it out; forcing herself to relax. I am sure the drinks helped a little as well. ?Right now all your man wants is a piece of you, so you get to tease him and yourself a little. Start by putting your hands on yourself. Work from the ankles up.?

Closing her eyes Grace caressed her calf that was propped up the couch. Slowly, she worked her way up her thigh, and then teased me by rubbing her inner thigh, stopping just at the line of her red silk panties. It was really hot. I was mesmerized. As hard as it was to remove my eyes from her hands and crotch I noticed her nipples were hard and pushing through the thin silk of the negligée. Mrs. Smith had sat down in the other chair across from me, cattycorner from the couch. Leaning back with her legs crossed I noted the skirt was the kind that had a long slit up the side. Her crossed leg were exposed up to the thigh where the lace band of her thigh stalking?s was peeking out. Mrs. Smith also noticed my wife?s aroused nipples as her next instruction was to caress her nipples, but remain fully clothed. Slightly reluctantly; Grace left her thighs and cupped both her breasts. Leaning back against the pillows she began rolling her perky nipples between a thumb and forefinger. I was completely focused on her chest now. Grace was now completely relaxed and unconcerned that she was in a strange room pleasuring herself in front of two other people.

?Slide off your top, let your man see how to pleasure your tits,? instructed Mrs. Smith. Up and off slide the little negligée. Mrs. Smith was right about working with my wife?s boobs. I was pretty clueless. My wife was cupping her tits while gently pinching and releasing her nipples. It was working for her. She was starting to grind her hips slightly. Her left hand slid down to crotch. She started to rub her slit through the tiny panties. Sliding her middle finger up and down her crevice a soft moan escaped her lips. I glanced over to Mrs. Smith whom had an approving look on her face. The middle finger was moving faster and Grace hips were moving in rhythm to the pleasuring finger. I was rock hard. My wife was oblivious to us as she pleasured herself. The thin triangle of silk was getting darker as she got wetter and more aroused. Her masturbating was getting more intense as she got closer to the edge. Mrs. Smith got up and walked behind Grace on the couch. In Grace? ear she whispered, loud enough for me to hear, ?make yourself cum, you sexy little slut.? That was enough permission to release was enough for Grace.

?Ungh?aaahh,? escaped from Grace as her head arched back and she plunged into an orgasm. I was mesmerized at the scene of her pleasure. She continued to rub herself through her panties milking the last of the orgasm from her clit. Finally, she stopped caressing herself and leaned back again with a sign of relief.

?This is no time to stop,? Mrs. Smith piped up reminding Grace that there were others in the room. Grace flushed in embarrassment realizing what she had done and that she had an audience. ?No need to worry, we?re just starting. We won?t need those panties anymore, however. Let?s go ahead and get them off.? Mrs. Smith reached over the couch grabbing the sides of Grace panties. Grace lifted her hips, with one tug, Mrs. Smith expertly slipped off the spent panties, letting them fall to the floor. Now naked and a little breathless my wife sat on the couch.

?Nathan, now that Grace has gotten you both all worked up it is time for you to do some work. Grace lay back and spread your legs again, Nathan kneel on the couch between her legs so you can go down on your wife,? Mrs. Smith instructed us. I hopped on the floor, kneeling between my wife?s now spread legs. Her lips were puffy and still eager for more attention. I started kissing her at the start of her lips. Oral was not a common practice for us. Rarely, did I ?go down? on my wife and never for more than a minute or so. I was not very good so I was hoping Mrs. Smith would give some guidance on my technique. As turned on as my wife was I hoped it would not take much to push her over the edge a second time. My tongue worked deeper and further down her slit. Soon her hips started to push up against me encouraging me to go deeper and faster. Grace was starting to moan as she pushed her crotch eagerly against me.

?Spread your flower, let Nathan see your bloom,? Mrs. Smith instructed Grace. Reaching down Grace spread her lips for me exposing her engorged clit to my eager tongue. ?Finger her, bring Grace to climax,? Mrs. Smith instructed me. I slipped two fingers deep inside of her while I sucked on her clit. She was wet and slick, eager for my entrance. As I plunger deep inside her, she constricted around my fingers, again plunging into a massive orgasm. I slide my fingers in and out, licking and lapping with my tongue, extending the waves of her orgasm. Finally, she collapsed back on the couch spent as I withdrew myself from her.

?Good, now we?re nice and warmed up. Grace, time for you to take control. Nathan, stand in the middle of the room.? I did as instructed; standing in the middle of the room, in my boxer briefs which were barely able to contain my rock hard cock. ?Grace, kneel before him. I am going to instruct you on how to give a mind blowing blow job.? Grace got off the couch and kneeled before me, stark naked in the middle of the floor. Mrs. Smith began her instruction to Grace.

?Start by caressing him through his boxers, just as you started with your panties on. Work on the whole area, not just the shaft, feel the head, and cup his balls.? Grace started feeling me up through my boxers. It was fantastic. Her touch took from being turned on at ten up to an eleven. As she got more comfortable Mrs. Smith instructed her further. ?Now look up into Nathan?s eyes. Keep caressing him while maintaining eye contact.? Mrs. Smith knew what she was doing. This was great. With her hands rubbing me through the boxers and her eyes locked on mine it was incredibly hot. ?Now, take off his boxers and suck on just the head of the penis. Try to keep eye contact.? She did as instructed only glancing down to slide my boxers to my ankles. ?Cup his balls while you suck on just the head of his cock.? The gentle, warm, wet pressure on my dick head and the grasp on my boys was wonderful. I tried to go deeper into her mouth, but she held me back gently by the balls, all the while not taking her eyes off of mine. She was batting her eyes alluringly during the session, which was driving me crazy. ?Keep messaging his balls, while taking him deeper into your mouth,? Mrs. Smith instructed. Grace slide my shaft in and out of her mouth, a little deeper each time. Watching her pump up and down on my cock was almost as good as the warm wet feeling of her mouth enveloping my cock. I was starting to lose control, and get closer to the edge. I closed my eyes to hold off longer. ?Let him know how much you like it, tell him how good his cock is in your mouth. Get nasty with him, see if he likes it. When he cum, let him cum in your mouth,? guided Mrs. Smith to Grace.

Grace started to hum and moan with my dick in her mouth, pumping in and out. I was soooo close to exploding in her mouth. She withdrew my dick from her mouth, but kept milking my shaft with her hand. ?I need your cum, explode in my mouth. I?m such a slut. I need every drop,? Grace whispered up to me. That was all I needed. With a ?gluugh? She plunged her lips back around my cock, taking it deeply into her mouth. I dove into her as the tides of my orgasm burst forth. She jackhammered her head on my cock as each gush of sperm shot forth and down her throat. My orgasm was so big I didn?t realize I had been holding my breath until I started panting. Now it was my turn to collapse spent on the couch.

I had collapsed on the couch, head tilted back, eyes closed, worn out from the exertion, and excitement. There was the warm afterglow of satisfying sex all through my body. All in all I think I had gotten my money?s worth from the session. Mrs. Smith was standing behind me when she spoke ?Don?t tell me your worn out, there is still some exercises left in our session.? Then she leaned over the couch and ran her hands up and down my chest in a playful manner. It had been a long time since anyone other than my wife had touched my chest and I don?t think anyone had touched my chest while I was naked other than my wife. Although recently spent, I felt some life coming back into my flaccid penis. I looked up at Grace, she had put on the little red panties, but otherwise made no indications of getting dressed. The look on her face was not of surprise. I suspect that whatever was going to happen next had been rehearsed or discussed between Grace and Mrs. Smith to some extent. Mrs. Smith continued ?In the pre-meeting questionnaire Nathan had the fantasy of seeing Grace with another woman, and Grace had the noted she wanted to make some of Nathan?s fantasy come true. In this session and space I have agreed with Grace that this marriage is strong enough I can make this fantasy come true to some extent. Grace and I have agreed that either of us can stop at any time for any reason. Nathan, if you agree to these terms, and you may also stop at any time, then we can proceed.? Mrs. Smith could have asked me to walk to the moon at that point I would have agreed to it. So absolutely; I was in. Looking at Grace I tried to read if she was really all right with this. The thought of my wife with another woman was completely hot. It just would have been really weird the next time we saw that person. Maybe this situation would work out. It was already odd to see your sex counselor out and about so why not go for broke. Grace was looking right back at me. I could read her eyes that she was OK to try this.

?All right,? I said ?Looking at Grace, but you can stop at any time.? Mrs. Smith walked around the couch and stood in front of Grace holding out her hand for Grace to take. In the course of this Mrs. Smith had removed her skirt. She was still in the bustier, but now wore lace top black thigh highs and black silk panties. Grace reached up to Mrs. Smith, allowing herself to be led to the couch. I vacated my seat and shifted back over one of the chairs. My wife holding the hand of another woman was extremely erotic to me. My wife holding the hand of another while both were in just lingerie was ridiculous to me. They sat comfortably right beside each other on the couch. Mrs. Smith reached around Grace? waist snuggling Grace right beside her until their thighs touched. Grace turned to face Mrs. Smith and they started kissing lightly on the lips. I could see Grace nipples were getting erect with excitement. Still kissing, Grace embraced Mrs. Smith. Each caressed the others neck and back; lips intertwined. Mrs. Smith was a good kisser. Her style was lighter and more delicate then my own. There was no rushing as she pressed her lips against Grace. They savored the delicate touch of each other?s lips. Their mouths opened just enough to let the tips of their tongues dance together briefly before retreating back behind closed red lips. Grace was appreciating the attention that Mrs. Smith put into the kissing foreplay. Her nipples were fully erect; she pulled Mrs. Smith closer pushing her breasts against Mrs. Smith.

Still in a lip lock, Mrs. Smith unhooked her bustier allowing her bosom free. Her chest was smaller than my wife?s, but she was not flat chested by any measure. Grace pulled her close again pushing Mrs. Smith now fully exposed breasts against her own. Mrs. Smith started to kiss Grace down her neck. Grace gladly arched her head back allowing Mrs. Smith full access. Holding the back of Grace neck Mrs. Smith kissed the nape of her neck and nibbled on Grace? ear. Grace allowed herself to moan a little as Mrs. Smith soft kissing reignited the fire in Grace? lap. Grace started caressing Mrs. Smith?s chest, pinching her nipples to get them hard. Mrs. Smith returned to plant a deep open mouth kiss on Grace, encouraging her to keep playing with the breasts.

They both sat on the couch, in a deep open mouth kiss, tongues dancing. I was rested and ready to go again. I sat naked on the chair with my cock erect again. There had not been a decision on what was my entrance or even if I was to get involved. I decided to hold on and keep enjoying the show.

Mrs. Smith finally broke the embrace. Without speaking she laid back on the couch moving Grace between her spread legs. Grace was guided by Mrs. Smith to lie back facing me away from Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith breasts pressing against Grace back. They were intertwined on the couch, Grace between Mrs. Smith spread legs. Mrs. Smith kissed Grace? neck and messaged her breasts more. Intermittently Mrs. Smith pinched Grace nipples which elicited moans of pleasure. One hand slide down Grace belly and spread her legs wide open again. The thin red silk was once again the only thing covering her pussy. Her labia was again puffy and eager for stimulation. Mrs. Smith ran one finger up and down Grace slit leaving a crease in the little panties as she travelled. Grace moaned and squirmed under Mrs. Smith?s expert touch. Grace writhing was rubbing Mrs. Smith?s wide open legs causing her to push back for more stimulation which further stimulated Grace. Mrs. Smith slid her hand down into the tiny panties and began to circle Grace?s clit with her finger. This brought Grace to new heights of pleasure. Watching Mrs. Smith?s fingers dance beneath the panties was making me completely hot. I wanted to join in, but something told me to hold off.

They were both moaning and writhing as each encouraged the other. The dance inside Grace?s panties became more frantic as Grace writhed more and more; close to reaching another orgasm. Finally, Grace arched her back up and let out a sigh of relief as another orgasm washed over her. Grace reached down into her panties to guide Mrs. Smith to milk out the last of the orgasm before removing both their hands from her panties. She rolled over and gave Mrs. Smith a deep satisfied kiss on the lips. Then, continued kissing Mrs. Smith down her body. When she got to Mrs. Smith?s lap and now wet panties she slipped off the thin black fabric leaving Mrs. Smith in only lace top stalking?s. Spreading Mrs. Smith?s legs again Grace began kissing her pussy. As Grace slid her tongue into Mrs. Smith?s pussy; Mrs. Smith began grinding and moaning again. This was more than I could take. My wife was up on all fours, her pussy barely covered by the thinnest silk, and her face in the lap of another woman; eating her out. I jumped off the couch and came over to take my women from behind. I placed on hand on her hip to let her know I was there and get acknowledgement to enter. Grace continued to service Mrs. Smith, but rocked her ass just enough to let me know she wanted me to proceed. My wife was driving Mrs. Smith wild and I was pretty sure the end was near. I slipped Grace panties to the side and plunged my penis into her eager pussy. She was still wet and I easily slid deeply inside her. Placing both hands on her hips I thrust deep inside her, rocking her forward and deeper into Mrs. Smith. A moan came from Mrs. Smith every time I pumped Grace. Mrs. Smith arched her back, exploding into an orgasm as I gave one last powerful thrust into Grace, keeping my cock deep inside her I gushed my second orgasm into her.

We all collapsed back on the couch and chairs. Worn out and satisfied. We bask in the afterglow, wrapping blankets around ourselves realizing we were now naked. As advertised Mrs. Smith returned home. We slept soundly in the chalet leaving in the morning with our fond memories of our counseling sessions.

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