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Fred softly massaged my breast. He leaned down to my ear and told me how hot I was. I was having the same dream over and over, and I felt guilty about it. I know you are not responsible for what you dream, but this always seemed so natural. I had to talk to somebody about it, so why not my husband? I had done nothing to be unfaithful to him.
"Fred, can I tell you about my dreams?"
"Of course, baby, what is bothering you so much."
I relayed all about my dreams. Conrad with me, the twins and their friends, and of course, Zack had seduced me. Fred listened intently and then said, "Anne, your sister's ex-husband. I never thought that marriage would work for Jessica, but I could say nothing, being a brother-in-law."
"I don't think any of us thought it would work. They were both on the wild side. Just the outfits she wore and Zack always in other women's spaces."
"Did Zack ever make you uncomfortable, baby?"
"Nothing dramatic. He sometimes would run into me, and I am sure it was an accident. Even with his hands in the wrong place at times."
"If it bothered you, you should have told me."
"As I said, Nothing dramatic. I did not want to make a fuss, and you know how Jessica gets."
"Honey, maybe we should get professional help. A doctor of some type."
"You mean like a physiologist?"
"Someone like that."
We both set out to find out who would be the best in situations like this, dreams, and lack of sleep. I wanted a woman and picked out one, and Fred had a man in mind. We both agreed to Sandra Riley after researching her credentials. My first appointment was Thursday, and I was a little nervous about it.
I was in Sandra Riley's waiting room when another woman came out of the Doctor's office. She was younger than me, but Sandra appeared from the same door. She introduced herself and told me to go right in. She was a lot younger than I had expected, or at least looked like it. I knew how old she was from the research. Sandra was dressed very mod in a simple dress with a full skirt. We almost were twins, at least the way we were dressed. She and I sat in overstuffed chairs, and it all seemed very comfortable.
After some minor chit-chat, she asked me to explain, in a simple sentence, what my problem is. I told her that my sleep was interrupted by sexual dreams about my sister's ex, father, and friends. She asked, "Are all your dreams sexual?"
When I said yes, she wrote that in her little book. She crossed her legs but caught me looking at her legs. There was nothing to see with that long, full skirt. I leaned back and did the same. She looked at my legs as I did to her.
I had to explain what Zack and others had done to me, which was entered in her notebook. Maybe I went into too much detail, and she seemed uneasy and was fidgeting in her chair. She uncrossed her legs and recrossed them. This time she lifted the skirt of her dress, and from where I was sitting, I could see up her dress to her panties. I was bothered by that move, but I acted like I wasn't paying any attention. I will admit Sandra had nice-looking thighs, and I enjoyed the look.
I wondered if I lifted my skirt to cross my legs, would she also look. So, I did. Only mine was at a much slower pace. Sandra not only looked but stared. I wished I would have worn a thong, but the sheer bikini panties would have to do. She gave me a look like I had done that on purpose, which I did. I really don't know why I was getting horny over her with Fred doing me this morning.
Our session was over, and she told me that she wanted to go over some more details of my dreams. She did mention Shelia and wondered why I passed her up. I think my Doctor is interested in me. With her lovely body, I like that.
My arrival at home got me the question from Fred on how it went. I told him nothing more than I expected, but I did not tell him she made me wet. When Fred was down on me that night, I wondered how Sandra would feel down there rather than Fred. One thing she cannot do is penetrate me as Fred can. Love that man with his hard something in me.
*
At my next appointment, I decided to wear a dress to my knees, and I decided to show a little cleavage. I was going to wear a thong but decided on nothing but bare me under that dress. With the dress, I didn't need a bra with my bust size. Dr. Sandra abandoned her long skirt and went for a mid-thigh skirt. She wasn't wearing hose because she didn't need to with that perfect white skin.
"Anne, two things I want to accomplish today." She crossed her legs, and oh my, all that white meat showing looked so delicious. "I want to go over again when Shelia arrived, and from there, I want to understand your first dealings with sex."
She uncrossed her legs and recrossed, giving me a different view, not only that white meat showed but the red thong she was wearing.
"How does that sound?"
She knew I was looking at her where she wanted me to look. I certainly tried to hide it, and she definitely was more than willing to show me.
"Sounds great, Doctor. I remember Shelia walking in my door. She was tall and the glamorous type. Her clothes were tailored and did not hide the fantastic body she had. When she told me Zack had sent her because the twins were busy, I really didn't expect much more than a proposition. When she unzipped that dress, and it hung parted from neck to the hem, I had surges where it counts. Beautiful breasts with a flat tummy, leading to a bare white mound that caressed her opening. The hardest thing I ever did was pass that up."
"But why, Anne?"
"I was saving myself for the right woman."
"Do you think you will ever find her?"
"I may have already, but for professional and ethical reasons, it would never be allowed."
"Anne, sometimes they can be overlooked if the situation is right."
I had my Doctor guessing, and she was uneasy. I imagined her thinking, 'Is it me, is it me?' There was no doubt in my mind that my Doctor wanted me in such a nice way. She broke stride, asking about my early sexual experiences.
"Well, Doctor, nothing usual that normal teenagers do. A lot of necking, some petting, a lot of masturbation did happen. I did date Zack in my senior year of high school. He was the first I ever held admiring the veins and softness, but at the same time as hard as a rock. His balls were the first I held. He did finger me, but when I decided not to let him take me all the way he started dating my sister, Jessica, and eventually married her."
"She did divorce him. Am I right on that point, Anne?"
I shook my head and continued, "I was upset and really turned to masturbation. My friend, Amy, bought me a little butterfly thing that you put in your panties on your mound. Where she got that damn thing I will never know, but with a remote that made it pulse or steady vibrate. You could get yourself off anywhere."
When I told the Doctor I was saving myself for the right woman, that was a big fat lie. Amy was looking to have an orgasm with a woman between her legs. I rewarded her because of the butterfly gadget. Amy never did it to me back, and I do look forward to that.
"My friend, Amy, fixed me up with her cousin, who was in college. He agreed to take me to the prom. It was a great evening dancing with him and feeling him pressed to my mound. He asked me if I wanted to go to a motel after the dance, and I was ready and said yes. He had prearranged for the room, and we went right there. He was all over me. My dress was pulled from me, and I didn't mind one bit. I was nude, and I had not let anybody see me this way before."
Once again, my Doctor was uneasy, crossing and uncrossing her legs, wanting me to look. I did and liked more and more looking at her thong. It had changed color. It was darker, and I knew it was wet.
"He told me I was gorgeous and proceeded to touch me all over, and I mean all over. When he put me on the bed and pushed my legs apart, I felt him enter me. A new feeling other than the butterfly or my finger filling me with pleasure. I didn't know he had put on a condom and when I saw his love juice in it. I was disappointed. I really wanted to feel his bare meat inside me. I went home less my virginity but did not climax. I was with a few guys after that with the same results, all wrapped in latex."
"It is different, isn't it, Anne."
"Then I met my Fred, who did me bare, and oh what a feeling. He and I did it so often, but unfortunately, I got pregnant. Fred offered to marry me, and I accepted. I loved the constant sex. Still do. I lost the baby at about two months. My doctor told me that it would be a slim chance to none if I ever had another. He used some technical term; all I knew is I would never be a mom, but it did release me to a lot of pleasure."
"Where you ever unfaithful to Fred?"
"Only once, at a high school reunion. One of the boys I dated and had let him enter me with latex. His wife was as big as a house. She looked like she was due any time. Fred was not with me as a company trip had taken him elsewhere. I told my old boyfriend that he could not do that to me, and that started it. While his wife was entertaining his friends, he was entertaining me in one of the classrooms. I got in me all bare while atop a teacher's desk. It was hot, and I wished I could have had more from him. But you can't be gone long in those situations."
"Were you sorry you were unfaithful to Fred?"
"Doctor, who knows what goes on on those trips."
Sandra ended the session with the following question, "Anne, you are going to have to make up your mind whether you want to make love to a woman or not. I will help you with that next time."
"Sounds good, Doctor."
Of course, when I got home, I got the usual question.," How did it go, babe?"
"It was okay, except the doctor asked me if you had ever been unfaithful."
"Why the hell did she ask you that?"
"I don't know; she asked me the same question about me."
"Have you?"
"Only in my dreams, honey."
I could be as big bullshitter as my Fred. I wasn't telling on me, and he sure wasn't telling on him as he cuddled with my sister, Jessica, on Thursday evenings. How do I know? I followed him, and he met her at the Holiday Express. I assumed they were not working on a charity event alone in a room at the motel. I just kept that one to myself for over six months. I could not wait for my next appointment and see what technique Dr. Sandra would use to get into my panties. She was going to be out of luck because I had no intentions of wearing any.
*
"Good morning, Anne. You look lovely today."
"Good morning, Doctor. I can say the same about you."
Sandra wore the same skirt but a different top, and it was apparent today she left her bra at home. I wore a mini skirt and a top that showed pretty much of my titties with what little I had. My panties were in my glove compartment in my car.
"For today, please call me Sandra, and skip the doctor thing."
She sat back and crossed her legs. I looked, as I usually do. Perfect white thighs entered my view; at this time, I went straight with what I wanted to see. What color panties for today? They were flesh color because Sandra was in the same mood I was. Nothing on beneath any of our clothes. Sandra got up and went to the door and locked it.
"Anne, would I be obnoxious if I asked you to take all your clothes off?"
"If this helps with me getting well, of course, I will."
I watched her eyes follow my every movement. I took off my top and then my skirt. I stood there nude except for heels. Her comment was, "Simply lovely."
"Would it help my condition if you were in the same mood as me?"
She did not say a word but took off her top. Oh my god, what gorgeous breasts. When the skirt came off, she stood there just like me, nude in heels. The Doctor was so sexy and hot. I hoped I knew what was next. It did happen. She came to me, wrapped her arms around me, holding my bottom, and kissed me on the lips. Our breasts nestled together. The warmth of her breasts was soothing on mine. Her tongue entered my mouth, and I sucked on it. I pressed my mound against hers.
"You told me that you wanted a woman to go down on you. Are you ready for that, Anne?"
"Oh yes, Sandra."
She sat me in my chair and picked up my legs, and draped them over the arms. She knelt on the floor and moved her face to my aching hole. I felt her breath on it. She kissed it. Her tongue danced on it. I shuddered when her whole mouth sucked my clit onto her tongue. She kept at it until I was crying and wishing it would never end. It did with a crack of shudder through my body as she made me climax like no man ever could.
She only asked me one question, "Anne, was any of this ever a dream?"
"No, my love, none of it was a dream. Now let me taste what I have wanted since I first walked into this room."
I pushed her into her chair, and her patient found contentment lapping the Doctor's pussy until... well, you know what...
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