The Marriage Clinic: 5 Book Series Bundle (Dr. Foster's Marriage Clinic 6)

by Sylvia Redmond

  “I want you to start by fellating Raymond” the doctor said over the intercom, and a moment later Raymond was in front of me at the head of the big bed.

  Performing oral sex was something I would have been hesitant about a couple of months ago, even on my husband of ten years. But I saw Raymond’s big cock in front of me and all I wanted to do was get it in my mouth. I realized that they still had not restrained me, and I steadied myself on my extended arms as I reached for him. I could smell his scent as I opened my mouth, and a moment later I was running my tongue over his thick, bulbous head.

  My body was perched on my knees to pleasure him, and Jill wasted no time in manipulating me with her expert fingers. I could feel her touching me and spreading me open as I sucked on Raymond, and as she grazed my clitoris I offered her a moan.

  “Easy” I heard Foster say over the intercom, and I felt her fingers leaving me.

  I heard the door to the room open as Raymond slipped another inch into my mouth. He had his hands locked on my head, forbidding my movement as I pleasured him. I felt the bed move again and I felt the second man behind me, and I immediately felt like my body was a source of pleasure for everyone in the room. I felt Raymond running his hands over my breasts just as the man behind me put his hands on my hips.

  “Here you go” I heard Jill say to him, and I felt her fingers opening me up wide.

  I felt him touching me, slowly at first, and then he slid himself in. My pussy was wet and sucked the stranger’s cock inside of me as I continued to nurse on Raymond’s big cock. I took my mouth off of him momentarily to moan as I felt the hands on my hips pull and he started fucking me faster.

  “Oh that feels good” I heard him say, in a voice that was all too familiar.

  I tried to keep myself steady as I turned to look at him. He started thrusting harder and I had to do a double take to make sure I was seeing him right. And then my husband started fucking me harder than he had ever fucked me before.

  “Happy anniversary baby” Steve said, as he fucked me. “I hope you liked my gift.”

  Susan’s Marriage Therapy

  Sylva Redmond

  Chapter 1

  “Please, have a seat Susan” Dr. Foster said. “And tell me what has brought you here.”

  I watched the petite young wife as her hands nervously smoothed out the back of her skirt before she sat in the chair in front of the doctor’s desk. Her hands fidgeted with the front of her skirt, smoothing out the fabric over her slender legs. It was a conservative skirt, to be sure. She looked like a girl who had lived a conservative life. Yet her creamy legs were still very visible as her hands played with the fabric.

  “Well, it was my husband’s idea really” she said.

  “Oh?” the doctor said, acting as if he was surprised. I knew better – I knew that most of the married women who came here came at the suggestion of their husbands. “And tell me why your husband thought it was a good idea to come see me.”

  She fidgeted again, clearly showing her discomfort. She glanced over her shoulder to where I was standing, letting me know that the fact I was there wasn’t making it any easier for her. The doctor liked to include me in some of his interviews though. He thought that having a female nurse in the room would put the women at ease. Plus I would be involved with her treatment, and there was little I had not seen or heard before.

  “You can speak in front of Karen” the doctor told her. “She is my head nurse and will undoubtedly be very involved in your therapy if you choose to move forward.”

  I watched her breath out and relax a little, coming to grips with the fact she would need to speak in front of me. Watching her exhale caused her blouse to loosen just a bit, which accented the fact that she had a tremendous pair of breasts under her tasteful and conservative top. I could only imagine the kinds of things her husband had wanted her to do in the bedroom. I thought about the things we would do to her to relax her and how they would make me feel.

  “Well” the uptight young wife began, “John is getting frustrated with our sex life. I was brought up in a rather strict, religious family, and it has been difficult for me to adjust to the role of sexual being I suppose.”

  “I see” Doctor Foster said, and I watched as he started to scribble down his notes. “And how long have you been married Susan?”

  “We’ve been married for a year and a half” she answered him. “And it’s been a difficult transition for me.”

  “I see” he said. “And you believe it’s because of your strict religious upbringing?”

  “Yes” she said. “Well, that and…”

  She paused again and looked back at me. She was breathing quickly again and her full chest was moving up and down. I could feel my pussy getting wet just thinking about some of the things we would do to her if she consented.

  “It also, hurts some times when we have sex” she said. “John is the only man that I’ve ever slept with, and I’ve had some difficulties getting used to his – size.”

  “Um hmm” the doctor said while he continued to scribble notes onto his pad.

  I wondered what kinds of things he was writing. I already knew the types of things I wanted to do to the shy wife but I would need to wait for his orders. I had worked for Dr. Foster for nearly two years now, and it had been unlike anything that medical school could have ever prepared me for. It was exciting – working with his patients had been one of the most exciting things in my life.

  “I think we can help you Susan” the doctor said, and I already knew what was coming next. “But I first need something from you.”

  I watched her as she perked up, obviously pleased with the promise of help. I watched her skirt hitch just a little and give me a little peek of the tops of her thighs. I wondered what her milky white legs look like under that skirt, and how her pussy would feel…

  “What is it you need doctor?” she said.

  “I need your consent” Dr. Foster said, as he took the document and slid it across the table towards her. “I can help you, but you must abide by my every command. Some of the things I suggest will seem unorthodox, but they have been successful time and time again for women just like yourself who come here with these issues. You need to give me your consent to everything that is offered to you in my treatment, and I’m certain that we can fix these problems for you.”

  I watched the look on her face as she pondered what he was saying. I watched her trembling, slender fingers as she reached across the desk to grab the thick shaft of the pen that he had put on the consent form. I stole one more glance at her nervous chest as she breathed in and out and then signed her name on the form. I was thrilled for Susan, and I was thrilled for myself for the things I would do to her.

  “Excellent” Dr. Foster said, and the form was immediately back in his desk, to be placed in lovely Susan’s file.

  “Now please go with Karen and she’ll show you to an examination room.”

  Chapter 2

  I escorted the nervous young wife down to our main exam room and opened the door for her. She hesitantly walked past me into the room and I caught a faint whiff of the perfume she was wearing. I watched her as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room and she took in its surroundings.

  It was an exam room in the loosest sense of the description. It had counters along one wall of the room which gave it a medical feel but mostly held restraints and other stimulating apparatus. I knew her mind wasn’t focusing on the wall with the counters on it though – she was looking at the bed which was the most prominent feature in the room. Even though she was examining it I was sure she still wouldn’t notice the restraints that were tucked neatly into the headboard.

  “Ok Susan” I said to her to break the tension I could feel building. “If you would just disrobe and put on this gown and I will be back in a minute.”

  I handed her the paper gown which was a staple of any medical office. She took the gown from me and nervously looked away to wait for me to leave the room. I knew she was
bashful and would not want to undress in front of me, which was fine. I knew it would ultimately be a matter of minutes before she was fully naked in front of me, and I was anxious to move things along.

  I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind me, imagining Susan getting undressed on the other side of the door. I wondered if she would leave her undergarments on, and what they would look like. Most women did, especially the bashful ones, and I had found that removing panties from a nervous wife had become one of my favorite parts of the whole examination process. I was just starting to feel my pussy getting wet when I caught the motion out of the corner of my eye.

  I turned to see Jill slinking down the hallway towards me. She was one of Dr. Foster’s other female associates that he had particularly favored for patients like Susan. This was far from our first examination together and Jill and I had come to know each other quite well. I found myself wondering, not for the first time, if Jill was like me and had not realized how interested she was in touching other females until she started working for the doctor.

  Jill smiled as she approached me and leaned forward to whisper in my ear the instructions that Dr. Foster had given her. What he had in mind for Susan was exactly along the lines of what I had anticipated for her myself, but my pussy started tingling more just hearing the words of instruction coming from Jill’s lips. She stood back after she was finished conveying the message and I could see her nipples were clearly hard through the thin blouse she was wearing, and I knew she was looking forward to examining Susan as well. I smiled back at her before knocking softly at the door to signal our entrance back into the exam room.

  Chapter 3

  I opened the door and walked back into the exam room. Susan looked up in surprise when she saw the willowy Jill walking behind me. Jill closed the door behind her as I approached Susan.

  “Susan, this is Jill” I told her. “She’s going to be assisting in your therapy today.”

  I watched her as she nodded, not sure if she needed to speak. I spoke first because I wanted to start things moving as quickly as possible in order to not give her anxious mind a moment to consider what we were doing.

  “Ok honey” I told her, “I just need you to remove the gown and lay down on the bed.”

  I stepped to the counter and opened one of the drawers, in an effort to take my eyes off of her so that she would feel more comfortable removing the gown. I could see her dropping the garment from the corner of my eyes as she moved uneasily towards the bed. It had been my experience that instructing our clients in a clinical, professional manner always resulted in them doing what we asked. I was pleased to see that Susan would be no different.

  I turned to see her lying on the bed and was delighted to see that she had left on her bra and panties. Both were a light, white cotton – which would have been exactly what I was expecting from such an innocent, young wife. I stepped to the head of the bed while Jill moved to the other side, positioning herself directly across from me.

  “Ok, we just need to take your arms and fasten them for you” I said as I reached down and grasped her left wrist.

  Jill mirrored my movement on the right side of the bed and we both had Susan’s arms in our hands before she even realized what we were doing. We quickly lifted them up towards the headboard while removing the velvet restraints that were tucked underneath. Her eyes displayed a momentary panic as we secured her and she realized that she was completely helpless and at our mercy. I couldn’t help myself by smiling down at her as I prepared her for what was to come next.

  “Dr. Foster wants us to start with a stimulation exercise” I told her as I reached back to the cabinet behind me.

  I opened the drawer and removed a blindfold which I brought around to the trembling Susan’s face.

  “I’m going to blindfold you now Susan” I told her. “The point of this exercise is to remove your sense of sight so that you can focus solely on the sense of touch. Jill is going to start touching you and it’s important to relax and enjoy everything she is about to do to you.”

  I watched her eyes darting around in panic as I wrapped the blindfold around her and lifted her head slightly so that I could fasten it. I knew that she was only just starting to realize what it was she had consented to, but it was too late for her to change her mind. I thought about what must be racing through that mind of hers as I sat back to survey her lovely body.

  I watched Jill move her hands up Susan’s slender legs to her white cotton panties. She didn’t removed them right away, but instead moved her fingers all around the creases that were visible through the fabric. I watched Susan’s chest and her breathing quickened and she squirmed uncomfortably under Jill’s expert hands. As her fingers teased her, I could see faint spots of moisture starting to become visible in the fabric.

  “Oh my god, what are you doing?” Susan gasped, and I realized it was the first thing she had said since the two of us had entered the room.

  “Just relax honey” I told her, “This is all part of your therapy.”

  I watched Jill’s fingers as she continued to knead Susan’s moist pussy through the fabric. She slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties, and Susan’s ass involuntarily rose off the bed, anticipating the panties coming off. Jill clearly wanted to tease her further though – I watched her tug the waistband upwards, drawing the cotton in a tight band across her slickening pussy. I heard the first of Susan’s moans escape her lips, and I could feel my own slickness starting to coat the inside of my panties.

  “That’s a girl” I told her as Jill continued to rub the wet fabric of her panties across the wet folds of her pussy.

  I realized I was errant in my own duties and I fixed my attention on her bra. Her nipples were hard and pressing against the fabric of her bra, begging to be released. I reached down and mimicked Jill’s own slow torture, massaging her full, luscious breasts through the fabric of her bra. Her body jumped at my touch and I knew she would be starting to feel overwhelmed by the feeling of two sets of hands on her skin. The realization that this was just beginning for her thrilled me as I slid a hand underneath her to free the clasp of her bra.

  I felt the hook come undone underneath her and I lifted the cups from her milky white breasts. I pulled the loose bra up around her neck and watched her pert breasts shake on her chest as her breathing increased. Her exposed nipples were clearly rock hard and I leaned forward to grasp each one as Jill continued to massage her pussy.

  I watched Jill as she finished with teasing her panty-clad pussy and started to tug the panties from her body. Susan eagerly lifted her hips to allow her to get the panties from her body, and despite her moans to the contrary I knew she was ready to have Jill get her closer to climax. I knew what we had in store for her though, and I knew that a climax would be a long time in coming.

  I saw Jill free Susan’s panties from her legs and toss them onto the floor. Susan had a neat little thatch of fine hair between her legs that was doing little to cover the swollen, wet lips of her exposed pussy. I watched as Jill moved her expert hands back up Susan’s legs, and a part of me almost felt bad for the wicked teasing I knew she was about to submit the innocent wife to.

  Jill’s fingers fanned out across Susan’s pussy and all at once she was completely opened up and exposed. I could see the moist, gleaming insides of her most private treasure, and I knew that before today she probably never expected anyone but her husband to see her like this. But she was helpless to the two of us, and I felt my own excitement as I watched Jill hold her open with one hand while bringing the fingers of her other hand down on Susan’s sex.

  Susan’s hips flexed as soon as Jill went to work at I watched her cute ass lift off of the bed. It was a reflex, I knew – part of her was ashamed for how she felt and part of her was trying to make direct contact with Jill’s fingers. I watched Jill as she teased her, moving her fingers delicately over her clit, just enough to make her squirm but not enough to make her climax. It was a gift that she had, and I
listened as the room filled with moans from the young wife’s throat.

  “Oh my god” she said, in something that was between a pant and a moan.

  Her breathing had quickened and I watched as a flush went over her chest.

  “What are you doing? Please don’t stop!”

  I watched Jill’s slick fingers working back and forth in the folds of Susan’s pussy. I knew she had two things in mind. Part of her wanted to bring Susan as close to orgasm as possible while still denying her. But the main objective was to get her ready for the dildo that we had planned to use on her.

  Jill had two fingers inside of her, and then three. With each stroke of the young woman’s pussy it became slicker, and I knew it would be getting easier to fuck her with the fake cock. Dr. Foster had wanted us to prepare her – to get her acclimated to accepting something of a large size. I watched Jill’s fingers working feverishly on her and knew she was just about there.

  I rose from the bed, knowing that Susan was oblivious to anything but the strange hands working her pussy. I went to the cabinet and removed the big dildo that we had planned to use. It was probably ten inches long, and plenty thick to get the young wife broken in. I saw Jill smile at me as I returned to the bed and put the fake cock into her free hand.

  Chapter 4

  I got back on the bed after handing Jill the big dildo, and I took both of Susan’s breasts in my hands. I had wanted badly to touch her, but I had trouble tearing myself away from what Jill was doing between her legs. I took a few minutes to stroke her beautiful breasts and tug on her hard nipples, hoping to distract her momentarily from what Jill was getting ready to do to her. I felt her body shudder underneath my busy hands, and I knew the mixture of sensations was starting to be too much for her.