The best cure is from fidelity
They met for the first time outside the clinic office. For over a year, she had been suffering from attacks of severe abdominal pain, capable of causing fainting. Examinations provided no clarity, medications didn't help. Nerves, nerves. Overcoming shame with great difficulty, she agreed to his bold proposal to treat her neurasthenia with a short course of sex therapy. The very sexy young doctor seemed to know what he was talking about.
— If you were a young girl, I wouldn't have mentioned it. But, although I'm not a psychotherapist, just a gastroenterologist, believe me, I know perfectly well where such "incurable" diseases come from in perfectly healthy women
"over thirty," like you. Don't be offended or angry with me, let's just try, — he opened two bottles of Miller and offered one to the attractive young lady.The petite, fragile woman — the picture of health — hardly expected that another appointment with a gastroenterologist would end in this — apparently someone else's — apartment with some kind of gynecological experiments.
— Let's try to achieve complete liberation from shame associated with sex, then try to get maximum pleasure from it. You'll tell me what arouses you in your thoughts, fantasies, what you'd like to try, and I'll try to apply all my experience and knowledge. And believe me, there are no barriers to pleasure. You won't surprise me with your "indecent" fantasies. Our main condition — no harm to health and no negative sensations. Entrust your beautiful body to a medical professional! — he smiled.
After talking for a few more minutes, they moved on to caresses. After making love according to the usual "standard script," they finished their rendezvous, and he drove her home. They agreed that if she wanted to continue the "lessons," she would call him herself.
A few days later she called and told him she was ready for another "session." Again the same apartment, evening twilight. He turned on the light:
— Let's light candles and turn off the electricity! — she asked.
— No, you will demonstrate your charms to me under full illumination. And don't argue, I'm — a doctor, I know better how it should be.
This time he didn't let her go to the bathroom to freshen up after work. Today she had to get rid of "false shame about her natural female scents." He helped her undress and, laying her on the bed, ordered her to properly show him everything she hides between her beautiful legs. The role of a patient who must obey her doctor was starting to appeal to her. Already without any shame (after all, it's necessary for treatment) she languidly arched her back, slowly raised her legs and, spreading her knees wide, parted her labia with her fingers.
— Excellent, — he examined the appetizing charms of his patient in a businesslike (as a doctor) manner, — I see you've prepared for our lesson, carefully shaved your lips.
She tried not to look at his face. Holding her by the knees, and not letting them close, he made a remark:
— When people talk, they look at each other. Why are you averting your eyes?
She blushed deeply.
— Look at me, maintain contact, I need to know your reaction.
He spent several minutes licking her hot, already slightly moist folds.
— How delicious you are! If you want, we can only engage in oral sex.
— Oral sex never fully satisfied me. I want you, you're already ready, come here!
She put a condom on him and spread her legs again. After ten minutes he came, never feeling her long-awaited orgasm. He didn't discuss it. Women enjoy the process of intercourse, and that enjoyment is often quite sufficient for a fulfilling sex life, but that's not why they're here.
— Listen, you're not a girl anymore, I think a more adult entertainment would suit you. I'm good at this. And you will have to completely relax and trust me. It will give you much greater pleasure, I'm sure.
She was ordered to spread her legs wider and hold them under the knees as high as possible. First, he generously lubricated her perineum with gel. Then, coating his hand with it, he easily inserted three fingers into her vagina and made several energetic, deep movements. Then he inserted a fourth finger and tried to go as deep as possible, but she whimpered:
— Is something wrong?
— It's not pleasant, it hurts, I'm afraid — you'll tear me.
— No, that's out of the question. The skin will stretch now and it will become pleasant for you.
He turned his hand palm up and, continuing the back-and-forth movements, began to press his fingers more and more strongly against the upper wall of the vagina. After the beer she drank, her bladder was already quite full, and she immediately felt a strong urge to urinate. This tensed her up:
— Oh! I can't anymore, I need to go to the toilet.
— Hold on. With a full bladder, you'll come faster.
He continued moving four fingers inside the vagina for quite a long time, trying to penetrate deeper. When the skin had noticeably stretched, his movements became sharper and more varied, with greater amplitude. She again felt discomfort, which was intensified by her full bladder.
— Ahhh, — she quietly drawled and moaned, — maybe we shouldn't?
— Just a little more and I'll enter you with my whole hand.
— No, let me run to the toilet!
— And you'll ruin your high! Relax, my lovely, it will be pleasant for you.
He alternately sped up and deepened the movements of his hand. She was very wet, which indicated he was — on the right track. To the thrusting movements, he added rotational ones.
— Oooh, — she moaned, the vaginal muscles were completely relaxed, and the skin of the perineum freely allowed his four fingers to pass.
One more small effort and the fifth, thumb of his hand plunged into the wet pink folds. She only moaned quietly, looking at the ceiling and massaging her small, high-set breasts with large, gel-smeared, erect nipples. She was gradually starting to get used to the new, stronger sensations.
— Good girl, push a little to relax more.
— If you could see what a big, juicy hole you have now! — he grinned, stretching the vaginal opening with his fingers and admiring the dark red, moisture-filled depth.
— Well, come on, more, are you tired? — she protested.
He looked at her slyly and, stretching her labia minora to the maximum, rubbed the exposed clitoris hard with his thumb. She shuddered and moaned again. He left the clitoris and, parting the folds of the urethra, began to penetrate it with the tip of his tongue. This activity caused mixed sensations. After that, with one assertive movement, he easily thrust his hand into her vagina and made a fist there. With his other hand, he strongly squeezed first one, then the other breast. He began to carefully turn his fist in different directions, then began to make light thrusts deeper, sliding his knuckles over the G-spot. She moaned again and lifted her pelvis.
— Are you getting off, my sweet? I think it's worth prolonging this pleasure.
He took his hand out of her vagina again, and put it back in, driving her to a frenzy and not letting her finish. The prepared gel was no longer needed. Her viscous, transparent lubrication squelched and flowed between her buttocks.
— Yes, yes, excellent! Do it more!!!
Sometimes his knuckles showed outside, sometimes the swollen-from-excitement folds swallowed his wrist. She tried to rub her clitoris, but the strongly stretched folds of the perineum hid it. Her slightly swollen-from-a-full-bladder belly rose slightly in time with his movements. They were directed at a slight upward angle to maximally stimulate the G-spot. Not many were needed: the vaginal muscles began to contract, she moaned loudly and moved her pelvis towards his hand. A stormy, but brief orgasm ended, and he pulled his hand out of the stretched, moisture-filled vagina. Tired, she lay on the bed in a shameless pose, in a light semi-conscious state. He knelt over her face and, placing a pillow under her head, inserted his tense penis into her mouth. Overcoming fatigue, she gave him a blowjob, obediently swallowing a generous portion of thick semen.
They have been meeting from time to time for a year now. Sometimes they don't call each other for weeks, but each of them knows for sure — the day of the meeting will definitely come, as long as the fire of desire burns in each of them. They don't have problems or disagreements when they find time to be alone: she, independent and willful in life, likes to submit to him because she knows he will never harm her. With him, she finds the intensity of sensations capable of compensating for the lack of attention from her husband, who is busy with work in a responsible position.
There will never be anything more between them: each has — a family, obligations, work. Their relationship is somewhat different from ordinary marital sex. They meet to allow themselves a little more — something that would hardly be received with interest by their spouses. His task, to teach her to relax and enjoy herself without paying for it with unnecessary shame, was achieved. A woman free in bed — is free in life: from prejudices, fears, false shame, and therefore — from subconscious tension, dissatisfaction with life.
He taught her to receive and give pleasure. What could be simpler? What could be more difficult! To tell the person with whom you've spent years of married life that you suddenly want to try something, it's scary to imagine: he makes round eyes, gets confused, what is she talking about? And, by the way, why not, only not with her first, he needs to practice the technique first to be on top again. Ambitions, unnecessary fuss, distrust — our main enemies on the path to mutual understanding. But this doesn't bother her now. She is free from jealousy, from the fear of not receiving enough attention from her husband and men in general, she doesn't expect male fidelity and doesn't suffer from infidelity. Marital fidelity — is a dubious virtue that only a woman can appreciate, and which brings her nothing but suffering.