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By Scarlett O’Mara
A married, but promiscuous, female PhD psychology professor and practicing marriage counselor and sex ther****t, Jennifer, 32, has a torrid the****utic affair with Lori, 49, one of her patients.
As their affair further intensifies, and, with Lori’s eager approval, Jennifer invites, Ray, her loving and supportive husband, into the affair to help Lori make her transition into widowhood more complete. Lori, ultimately, moves in with Jennifer and Ray, much to their mutual satisfaction.
The story is told in graphic detail and enhanced with vivid images of the passionate, gratifying encounters enjoyed by all three.
The author hopes readers will comment on her story. She encourages constructive criticism.
The air conditioning in my downtown office could not keep up with the extreme outdoor heat. It was over 105 degrees with nearly 100% humidity outside. Though we were both naked, Lori and I were very warm and perspiring. The leather on my couch was wet, and, in some places, slippery with saliva and the juices that were flowing from Lori's pussy.
We had passionately kissed, necked, titty-sucked and finger-loved for over forty minutes. After Lori licked and sucked me to a monster orgasm, I licked,
tongued and sucked on her for nearly forty-five minutes. My jaws ached, and I was not sure she would ever cum.
She pleaded with me to be patient, saying she was close and was sure this was her time! She had not been able to have an orgasm in over a year since her husband, Chuck, was tragically killed in an auto accident. She was in a state of severe sexual repression.
After I orgasmed, I rolled her on top of me to increase her sense of control, so she could languish all over my lips, nose and chin, and allow me to tongue her more deeply. The perspiration from her thighs was transferring to my cheeks with an occasional taste of salt reaching my lips.
Her panting was louder and deeper, now, as she whispered she was close. Speeding up her rotations, she exclaimed, "Oh! God! Oh! God! Jennifer, I’m cumming! I'm cumming! Ohh! Ohh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhhhh!! Aaaahhhhh! OMG! Oh! God! Ohhhhhh! It's so wonderful! Oh! God! Jennifer, I love is so much!
My left hand was squeezing her left bun, pulling her into my face. My right hand was on her right bun with my index finger in her cherry hole, sliding in and out. My thumb was gliding up and down her perineum as she continued to groan her ecstasy, spasm after spasm. During her final spasms, she was sucking on my pussy again, then sucking and biting my upper thigh as she slowed into a less vigorous squirm.
After quivering and squeezing the final sensations from her sweaty, limp body, she began to rotate again, then, started speeding up. Her open, drenched pussy was completely engulfing my nose, lips and part of my chin. She was feverishly moving up and down, side-to-side, then, around and around. She blurted, "Oh! God! Oh! God! Jennifer, I’m cumming again, I'm cumming again! Oh! God! Oh! God! Ohh! Ohh! Ahh! Ahh! Oh! I love it so much! It's so good! OMG!
She ejaculated directly into my mouth with only a slight bit spilling down my cheeks. I was able to take it all, relishing its taste. As she squirmed and whimpered, I went to her, running my cheeks across her lips so she could savor her
sweetness. My hands were in her hair, my lips all over her face and neck, our breasts entwined, kissing her and whispering sweetly and encouragingly, telling her how wonderful she was, how beautiful and lovely she was, how much I loved her taste and smells.
As she kissed and sucked on my neck, she whispered she had never had such wonderful and powerful orgasms, and had never had two in a row, not ever, crying her happiness, dripping her tears in the nape of my neck. I whispered for her to cry as long as she wanted, it was o.k.; I had cried many times, there was no hurry. I would hold her as long as she needed. I comforted her a little longer, until she calmed.
We began to kiss and neck, again. She spread her legs and placed my hand on her pussy, beckoning for me to finger her and love her more. I did as she asked, frenching and sucking on each other's lips, and soon had four fingers in her, massaging her G-spot and clitty simultaneously until she had another volcanic orgasm.
She lifted her pelvis off the leather, rotating feverishly around and around into my hand, having at last ten contractions, groaning her ecstasy louder than before, telling me how wonderful it was and how much she loved it, and loved being with me.
She was breathless with joy, so happy she had finally cum, three times, no less, crying slightly again, clinging to me, and continuing to kiss me all over my face and neck. Our bodies were full of perspiration, our kisses now salty, but she would not release me, whispering her affection and gratitude.
She wanted to love me again, to suck me to another orgasm. I told her I was satisfied, my goal was her breakthrough and pleasure, there would be other times she could reciprocate, and I would look forward to them.
I took her to the bathroom and we douched. We bathed together, lovingly lathering each other, paying special attention to the places that counted. I held her from behind, kissing and sucking the back of her neck and shoulder, fondling her titties and circling my fingertips around her erect and swollen nipples.
I reached between her legs, and she eagerly separated them for me, sliding down so I could have complete access. Soon, she was sighing and panting, telling me how wonderful it felt, and that she would be cumming again soon.
She twisted and jerking in my hand, squeezing her legs into it as she gasped and gasped, calling to God and to me, over and over, enjoying the sweet gift of love I had brought to her.
Though she was 49, her skin was smooth as a baby's with no wrinkles, her gorgeous breasts full with pronounced nipples as lovely as mine. Her body was that of a 20-year-old. Her stomach was flat, the blessing of having had no c***dren, her clitty long and thick, and the way I loved. Making love to her seemed like being with a virgin. She was naive in so many ways.
After calming, Lori turned around and was on top of me. We kissed and sucked on each other breasts as the water cooled our overheated bodies. We fondled each other’s titties and nipples, our pussies merged, up tight against each other with mine beginning to throb.
Whispering to her sweetly and tenderly, I told her how wonderful she was and how much I loved pleasuring her again. She turned to me, frenching me long and deep, sucking my lips, kisses so sweet, and the salt all gone. She said she needed more of me, now was time for her to reciprocate.
She asked me to sit on the edge of the tub and spread my legs. She knelt down, her lips rushing to meet my vulva, taking all of me into her mouth, sucking, licking, and moaning her passion. I held her head in place as I ran my hands through her silky, wet hair, whispering sweetly to her, telling her how much I loved what she was doing and how much I loved how well her therapy was working.
I was breathless with anticipation as an enormous first wave of ecstasy engulfed my entire body. I lurched upward, slightly, to receive nine more deep contractions, her hands now under my thighs, pulling me to her. She held me in place as I shook, almost spastically, delirious in rapturous delight. Her tongue stroked my entire insides, her upper lip sliding up and down my engorged clitty, all as I gushed my ecstasy.
After I finished, she came to me, sharing what was left of my gush. The passion of our embrace took us to the floor of the tub where we kissed and necked and sucked each other's breasts as the cool water helped take us into a sweet calm.
For the first time, Lori whispered she loved me and wanted us to be lovers. I replied I wanted that so much, too, but we would have to be discreet, after all, she was a patient.
For the next six months, Lori visited my office several times a week for follow-on therapy. For the first time in her life, she was enjoying consistently long, powerful multiple orgasms, sometimes as many as four in one afternoon.
She was never disappointed, no longer depressed, no longer grieving, and was happier than she had ever been. I slowly introduced lubes and toys into her therapy. Her most memorable visit was with my black, ten-inch strap-on which she dearly loved.
We would sometimes have sleepovers at her home and mine. One week, when Ray was away, she stayed with me the entire week and we both languished on my sex machine every night while we kissed, necked and titty-sucked. That week I had twelve orgasms and Lori had seventeen! I was so proud of her! We were both so happy the therapy was working so well.
Our relationship was so intense and exceptional I just had to tell Ray. One night, after he and I had long, passionate sex, I blurted out the entire story. He was happy for me, as he usually is, and asked if I wanted Lori to spend a weekend with us, thinking perhaps he could help her make a more complete transition into widowhood. I said that was an excellent idea, and I would talk with her.
I was optimistic Lori would be eager for a threesome! The four of us had known each other well from church activities and charitable events we had worked on together. We frequently sat together at church brunches and each had dinner at the other's homes several times. Ray and Chuck were in the Knights of Columbus and took church collections together. There was considerable mutual respect. Lori was always warm and friendly to Ray. I was sure she would jump at the chance!
After three successive weekends at our home, Lori moved into one of our guest rooms. She seldom used it except to get dressed or for naps. The three of us were completely fixated on going to bed early in the master bedroom with Ray loving to sleep in the middle.
The lovemaking was extraordinary. Lori, frequently, cried her happiness to us, especially after being poled by Ray while I sucked her thick, swollen clitty. She
was so happy, so eager, so filled with new self-esteem and confidence that would make most ther****ts proud of their work. Ray encouraged Lori and me to continue with our private sessions, and, we did so in her room.
The three of us grew so close, as though we were married. We did most everything together, even going to Mass and Communion every Sunday, holding hands while we kneeled in the pew after Communion, thanking God for His wonderful blessings.
A couple of times a week, I would leave Lori and Ray alone so Ray could help her complete her transition into widowhood. I would secretly listen, and sometimes peek. Lori was carnivorous at
times, not being able to get enough of Ray. She made no secret of the pleasure Ray brought her, her groans and exclamations of rapture sometimes reaching the living room.
The three of us loved Ray taking her cherry hole while I sucked on her cunny and swollen clitty. She said these orgasms were the best of her life and she
couldn't get enough of them. I didn't begrudge her for this. I loved that position as much as she did, and, she happily and eagerly reciprocated frequently.
As is usually the case, all good things come to an end! After nearly a year with us, Lori went back to teaching, completely rehabilitated. She was now always wearing a beautiful smile, so content with herself about the transition she had made. She fell in love with a high school principal, and later married him. She sold her home, and moved into his home after their honeymoon.
Ray and I were happy and extremely proud in knowing we had been so much a part of Lori's success. Occasionally, Lori and I still meet for reinforcement
therapy in my office and, sometimes, at my house when Ray is away. Both of us love the passion and pleasure we still bring to each other and the continuing the****utic benefits for Lori. She is the happiest person I know!
God, truly, blessed the three of us, and, we will, forever, be in His debt!
Copyright ©2019. Scarlett O’Mara. All rights reserved. This story is the property of the author and may not be copied, reproduced, duplicated or circulated in any manner or form without the prior, express, written consent of the author. Any violation of this copyright will be adjudicated to the fullest extent of the copyright laws of the United States of America.
A married, but promiscuous, female PhD psychology professor and practicing marriage counselor and sex ther****t, Jennifer, 32, has a torrid the****utic affair with Lori, 49, one of her patients.
As their affair further intensifies, and, with Lori’s eager approval, Jennifer invites, Ray, her loving and supportive husband, into the affair to help Lori make her transition into widowhood more complete. Lori, ultimately, moves in with Jennifer and Ray, much to their mutual satisfaction.
The story is told in graphic detail and enhanced with vivid images of the passionate, gratifying encounters enjoyed by all three.
The author hopes readers will comment on her story. She encourages constructive criticism.
The air conditioning in my downtown office could not keep up with the extreme outdoor heat. It was over 105 degrees with nearly 100% humidity outside. Though we were both naked, Lori and I were very warm and perspiring. The leather on my couch was wet, and, in some places, slippery with saliva and the juices that were flowing from Lori's pussy.
We had passionately kissed, necked, titty-sucked and finger-loved for over forty minutes. After Lori licked and sucked me to a monster orgasm, I licked,
tongued and sucked on her for nearly forty-five minutes. My jaws ached, and I was not sure she would ever cum.
She pleaded with me to be patient, saying she was close and was sure this was her time! She had not been able to have an orgasm in over a year since her husband, Chuck, was tragically killed in an auto accident. She was in a state of severe sexual repression.
After I orgasmed, I rolled her on top of me to increase her sense of control, so she could languish all over my lips, nose and chin, and allow me to tongue her more deeply. The perspiration from her thighs was transferring to my cheeks with an occasional taste of salt reaching my lips.
Her panting was louder and deeper, now, as she whispered she was close. Speeding up her rotations, she exclaimed, "Oh! God! Oh! God! Jennifer, I’m cumming! I'm cumming! Ohh! Ohh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhhhh!! Aaaahhhhh! OMG! Oh! God! Ohhhhhh! It's so wonderful! Oh! God! Jennifer, I love is so much!
My left hand was squeezing her left bun, pulling her into my face. My right hand was on her right bun with my index finger in her cherry hole, sliding in and out. My thumb was gliding up and down her perineum as she continued to groan her ecstasy, spasm after spasm. During her final spasms, she was sucking on my pussy again, then sucking and biting my upper thigh as she slowed into a less vigorous squirm.
After quivering and squeezing the final sensations from her sweaty, limp body, she began to rotate again, then, started speeding up. Her open, drenched pussy was completely engulfing my nose, lips and part of my chin. She was feverishly moving up and down, side-to-side, then, around and around. She blurted, "Oh! God! Oh! God! Jennifer, I’m cumming again, I'm cumming again! Oh! God! Oh! God! Ohh! Ohh! Ahh! Ahh! Oh! I love it so much! It's so good! OMG!
She ejaculated directly into my mouth with only a slight bit spilling down my cheeks. I was able to take it all, relishing its taste. As she squirmed and whimpered, I went to her, running my cheeks across her lips so she could savor her
sweetness. My hands were in her hair, my lips all over her face and neck, our breasts entwined, kissing her and whispering sweetly and encouragingly, telling her how wonderful she was, how beautiful and lovely she was, how much I loved her taste and smells.
As she kissed and sucked on my neck, she whispered she had never had such wonderful and powerful orgasms, and had never had two in a row, not ever, crying her happiness, dripping her tears in the nape of my neck. I whispered for her to cry as long as she wanted, it was o.k.; I had cried many times, there was no hurry. I would hold her as long as she needed. I comforted her a little longer, until she calmed.
We began to kiss and neck, again. She spread her legs and placed my hand on her pussy, beckoning for me to finger her and love her more. I did as she asked, frenching and sucking on each other's lips, and soon had four fingers in her, massaging her G-spot and clitty simultaneously until she had another volcanic orgasm.
She lifted her pelvis off the leather, rotating feverishly around and around into my hand, having at last ten contractions, groaning her ecstasy louder than before, telling me how wonderful it was and how much she loved it, and loved being with me.
She was breathless with joy, so happy she had finally cum, three times, no less, crying slightly again, clinging to me, and continuing to kiss me all over my face and neck. Our bodies were full of perspiration, our kisses now salty, but she would not release me, whispering her affection and gratitude.
She wanted to love me again, to suck me to another orgasm. I told her I was satisfied, my goal was her breakthrough and pleasure, there would be other times she could reciprocate, and I would look forward to them.
I took her to the bathroom and we douched. We bathed together, lovingly lathering each other, paying special attention to the places that counted. I held her from behind, kissing and sucking the back of her neck and shoulder, fondling her titties and circling my fingertips around her erect and swollen nipples.
I reached between her legs, and she eagerly separated them for me, sliding down so I could have complete access. Soon, she was sighing and panting, telling me how wonderful it felt, and that she would be cumming again soon.
She twisted and jerking in my hand, squeezing her legs into it as she gasped and gasped, calling to God and to me, over and over, enjoying the sweet gift of love I had brought to her.
Though she was 49, her skin was smooth as a baby's with no wrinkles, her gorgeous breasts full with pronounced nipples as lovely as mine. Her body was that of a 20-year-old. Her stomach was flat, the blessing of having had no c***dren, her clitty long and thick, and the way I loved. Making love to her seemed like being with a virgin. She was naive in so many ways.
After calming, Lori turned around and was on top of me. We kissed and sucked on each other breasts as the water cooled our overheated bodies. We fondled each other’s titties and nipples, our pussies merged, up tight against each other with mine beginning to throb.
Whispering to her sweetly and tenderly, I told her how wonderful she was and how much I loved pleasuring her again. She turned to me, frenching me long and deep, sucking my lips, kisses so sweet, and the salt all gone. She said she needed more of me, now was time for her to reciprocate.
She asked me to sit on the edge of the tub and spread my legs. She knelt down, her lips rushing to meet my vulva, taking all of me into her mouth, sucking, licking, and moaning her passion. I held her head in place as I ran my hands through her silky, wet hair, whispering sweetly to her, telling her how much I loved what she was doing and how much I loved how well her therapy was working.
I was breathless with anticipation as an enormous first wave of ecstasy engulfed my entire body. I lurched upward, slightly, to receive nine more deep contractions, her hands now under my thighs, pulling me to her. She held me in place as I shook, almost spastically, delirious in rapturous delight. Her tongue stroked my entire insides, her upper lip sliding up and down my engorged clitty, all as I gushed my ecstasy.
After I finished, she came to me, sharing what was left of my gush. The passion of our embrace took us to the floor of the tub where we kissed and necked and sucked each other's breasts as the cool water helped take us into a sweet calm.
For the first time, Lori whispered she loved me and wanted us to be lovers. I replied I wanted that so much, too, but we would have to be discreet, after all, she was a patient.
For the next six months, Lori visited my office several times a week for follow-on therapy. For the first time in her life, she was enjoying consistently long, powerful multiple orgasms, sometimes as many as four in one afternoon.
She was never disappointed, no longer depressed, no longer grieving, and was happier than she had ever been. I slowly introduced lubes and toys into her therapy. Her most memorable visit was with my black, ten-inch strap-on which she dearly loved.
We would sometimes have sleepovers at her home and mine. One week, when Ray was away, she stayed with me the entire week and we both languished on my sex machine every night while we kissed, necked and titty-sucked. That week I had twelve orgasms and Lori had seventeen! I was so proud of her! We were both so happy the therapy was working so well.
Our relationship was so intense and exceptional I just had to tell Ray. One night, after he and I had long, passionate sex, I blurted out the entire story. He was happy for me, as he usually is, and asked if I wanted Lori to spend a weekend with us, thinking perhaps he could help her make a more complete transition into widowhood. I said that was an excellent idea, and I would talk with her.
I was optimistic Lori would be eager for a threesome! The four of us had known each other well from church activities and charitable events we had worked on together. We frequently sat together at church brunches and each had dinner at the other's homes several times. Ray and Chuck were in the Knights of Columbus and took church collections together. There was considerable mutual respect. Lori was always warm and friendly to Ray. I was sure she would jump at the chance!
After three successive weekends at our home, Lori moved into one of our guest rooms. She seldom used it except to get dressed or for naps. The three of us were completely fixated on going to bed early in the master bedroom with Ray loving to sleep in the middle.
The lovemaking was extraordinary. Lori, frequently, cried her happiness to us, especially after being poled by Ray while I sucked her thick, swollen clitty. She
was so happy, so eager, so filled with new self-esteem and confidence that would make most ther****ts proud of their work. Ray encouraged Lori and me to continue with our private sessions, and, we did so in her room.
The three of us grew so close, as though we were married. We did most everything together, even going to Mass and Communion every Sunday, holding hands while we kneeled in the pew after Communion, thanking God for His wonderful blessings.
A couple of times a week, I would leave Lori and Ray alone so Ray could help her complete her transition into widowhood. I would secretly listen, and sometimes peek. Lori was carnivorous at
times, not being able to get enough of Ray. She made no secret of the pleasure Ray brought her, her groans and exclamations of rapture sometimes reaching the living room.
The three of us loved Ray taking her cherry hole while I sucked on her cunny and swollen clitty. She said these orgasms were the best of her life and she
couldn't get enough of them. I didn't begrudge her for this. I loved that position as much as she did, and, she happily and eagerly reciprocated frequently.
As is usually the case, all good things come to an end! After nearly a year with us, Lori went back to teaching, completely rehabilitated. She was now always wearing a beautiful smile, so content with herself about the transition she had made. She fell in love with a high school principal, and later married him. She sold her home, and moved into his home after their honeymoon.
Ray and I were happy and extremely proud in knowing we had been so much a part of Lori's success. Occasionally, Lori and I still meet for reinforcement
therapy in my office and, sometimes, at my house when Ray is away. Both of us love the passion and pleasure we still bring to each other and the continuing the****utic benefits for Lori. She is the happiest person I know!
God, truly, blessed the three of us, and, we will, forever, be in His debt!
Copyright ©2019. Scarlett O’Mara. All rights reserved. This story is the property of the author and may not be copied, reproduced, duplicated or circulated in any manner or form without the prior, express, written consent of the author. Any violation of this copyright will be adjudicated to the fullest extent of the copyright laws of the United States of America.
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