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Therapist: Memory Maker – Part 5
I was driving to the Foster house just before 8:00pm and found myself reflecting back on what I’d been doing to the pair. They’d come to see me about three months ago about a marriage problem they were having. Jake was having a difficult time having sex with his wife and Emmanuelle was getting frustrated. She’d tried so many things to attract him, to get him excited, but nothing seemed to work. I worked with both of them together for a time and then with them individually in an attempt to determine and find a way to best fix the problem.
Well, I have to admit, my determination and my fix weren’t exactly what they were looking for. I had used my hypnosis therapy to… well… change them a little. I changed Jake into a cuck, a man who couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to have sex with his wife but got off watching her have sex with others. And I changed Emmanuelle into having a strong desire for an alpha man with a big cock.
My methods were fun, at least for me. Over our sessions, I implanted false memories into their heads, using them to help me. While I guided the general memory, I allowed them to fill in the details in order to make it stronger and more realistic to them. I used these false memories in my manipulation of why they were who they were and who I wanted them to become.
Finally, I convinced both of them that the solution to their marital problem was to have an extremely trustworthy alpha male have sex with Emmanuelle, a man with no desire to steal her from Jake. The man would be giving them what they both desire… even if I created those desires. It would solve both of their problems while keeping their marriage secure. I had no desire to steal Emmanuelle from Jake… I just wanted to borrow her for sex from time to time. And if they were happier for it, so much the better.
I pulled into their driveway just before 8:00pm and took a quick look at their house and their neighborhood. I never did investigate what they did for a living, but they lived in a modest, two-story home, probably with four bedrooms and several bathrooms. And the lot looked to be a good, quarter-acre size… perfect for a suburban home.
I was wearing a suit and tie as I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. This was going to be an important dinner for all of us and I felt a more dignified dress was appropriate.
When the door opened, I was greeted by Emmanuelle and she looked ravishing. She’d worn a red dress that was off her shoulders, showing an ample amount of cleavage. It hugged her curves wonderfully and fell to about mid-thigh. Her legs were wonderfully encased in black stockings and ended in a pair of red, high-heeled shoes that made her legs look impossibly long. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She was certainly a good-looking woman.
“Dr. Garland, it’s so good of you to join us,” she gushed as she stood back to allow me to enter. Then she closed the door behind me.
The inside of their house was as wonderful as the outside, looking warm and inviting. They seemed to have a really nice life together.
“Please, call me Vince tonight,” I said, smiling at her. “Or Sir.” I laughed and she giggled. “Doctor Garland is far too… formal.”
She nodded, smiling. “Vince.”
“You have a beautiful home,” I said, my gaze moving around the living room where I stood.
She smiled. “Thank you. It’s a wonderful neighborhood.” She moved a little closer to me, getting into my personal space. “I really appreciate you coming tonight.” She was almost panting with need. “I, um, hope it wasn’t an imposition.”
“No, not at all. It is a little out of the ordinary, though, being your therapist and all.”
“I… um, we… understand that,” she said, sliding her hand over the lapel of my jacket. “We don’t mean to make things difficult. We just wanted to thank you for all you’ve done for us. Please, come and have a seat in the dining room. Can I get you a drink?”
“Yeah, that would be perfect. Scotch?”
She smiled, as if that confirmed my alpha status to her. “Certainly.”
She disappeared into the kitchen momentarily while I sat at the dining room table. It was wonderfully decorated for the three of us as a special meal… with what was probably their best China and silverware. A moment later, she came back with a glass of Scotch and handed it to me, then waited as I took a sip and nodded my appreciation.
She licked her lips as she sat in the seat next to me, facing me. “So… tell me about yourself. You’ve heard all about us over these months but we really know little about… you.”
I smiled. “Well, you wouldn’t normally learn about the private life of your therapist,” I said. “That’s usually crossing a line. But, outside of work, I like to read… and go to the theater. I go to the gym several days a week and teach martial arts as a little hobby.”
“Really!” she smiled, putting her hand on mine and slightly rubbing it. I could tell she was getting physically excited. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were into so many… physical… activities.”
“Well, bursa escort bayan you have to exercise both the body and the mind to be well-rounded and healthy. Don’t you think?” I asked.
“Oh, I agree completely,” she smiled, seductively, breathing a little harder. “Well rounded men are so… sexy.”
“The steaks are almost ready, I think,” Jake said from the kitchen archway. “Hi Doctor Garland!”
“Jake! Hi. Please call me Vince,” I said smiling at him, standing and shaking his hand. As I sat down, I took another sip of my Scotch. “You’re grilling? Nice!”
“Well, he thinks he is at least,” Emmanuelle laughed. “He’s just minding it while I’m in here with you.”
I nodded, but didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to cause any kind of argument between them, but it was evident that Emmanuelle wasn’t happy that Jake couldn’t grill. In her mind, real men grilled.
“Please excuse me,” she said, standing. “Let me go check on dinner.” She slipped outside to check on the grill while Jake stood there.
“So…” Jake said, obviously not knowing what to say.
“You have a beautiful house, Jake,” I said.
He nodded, looking a little embarrassed. “Thanks.”
“What is it you do again?”
“I’m a professor in the sociology department at the college.”
I nodded. “That’s interesting. So our jobs aren’t that different, I suppose,” I laughed. “Maybe I go deeper into the individual.”
“I guess that’s true,” he laughed, nodding. “I deal more with societies as a whole.”
“So what do you like to do with yourself when you’re not working?” I asked, taking another sip. My glass was almost empty, so I hoped one of them would get me another.
“Oh… I read… I paint a bit,” he said, thinking. “And I write a bit of poetry… really amateur stuff, really.”
I nodded. “Very nice.”
“Ok… the steaks are ready!” Emmanuelle cheered as she entered the dining room with the steaming hot platter of meat in her hands. She set the plate on the table as Jake sat down at the head of the table, where Emmanuelle had previously sat, and Emmanuelle sat across from me.
“Oh… your glass is empty,” she said nervously when she saw my glass and immediately stood again. She grabbed my glass. “Oh my gosh, Jake, why didn’t you see this! Let me get you another.” She looked at Jake sternly, then quickly moved into the kitchen. She was back in a moment, giggling a little as she handed it to me, then sat back down.
She quickly served dinner to her and myself, a steak, baked potato, and broccoli. For Jake, she brought out a salad with tofu mixed in. They mentioned that he couldn’t stomach eating meat and was a strict vegetarian. I was ready for a nice, delicious meal, and she came through with flying colors.
We made a lot more small talk during dinner and, at one point, I felt Emmanuelle’s foot on my calf. Her high-heeled foot was stroking my leg as we talked. I could feel my cock getting harder at the thought of what was happening… and what I knew was to come.
They were both a study in personalities themselves. Throughout dinner, Jake seemed subdued, listening, but not talking much. He seemed to want to just go with the flow. Emmanuelle, for her part, was flirtatious, caressing my thigh, giggling at my jokes, and looking at me and smiling every chance she got. I was the center of her world.
When dinner was over, Emmanuelle rushed to clean the table as Jake and I just sat back to absorb the delicious food.
“That was delicious. Thank you,” I said.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Jake smiled and Emmanuelle came back in the room.
“Any dessert?” she asked. “I made a wonderful cheesecake.”
“Not quite now,” I said. “I’m good for the moment.”
We sat in awkward silence for a moment as Emmanuelle just stood in the archway to the kitchen. Finally, when it seemed she couldn’t take it any more, she spoke.
“We, uh, have something we want to ask of you,” she said nervously, wringing her hands.
I looked at both her and Jake. “Sure.” I said cheerfully.
“Go ahead Jake… ask him,” Emmanuelle said, tapping Jake on the shoulder.
“It’s a little awkward,” he started. “But… um… my wife and I were wondering…” He stopped suddenly, as if his nerve had broken and he was too embarrassed to ask it. He looked up at Emmanuelle.
“Oh my gosh!” she said, not pleased at all with his shyness. “We were wondering if you’d… you know… stay a while longer… and maybe… be with me.” She smiled shyly, but didn’t blush. She looked anxious and excited.
“What do you mean… be with you?” I asked, almost teasingly. I knew what she meant but I wanted her to say it. I truly wanted Jake to ask me to do it.
“We want you to… make love to me,” she said finally, letting a huge weight off her shoulders.
“You want me to… fuck… you?” I asked, continuing to tease them.
Emmanuelle was the first to nod her head, first slowly, then a little excitedly, as if this was the one thing she wanted most in the world.
“Is… bursa escort sitesi is that what you want, Jake? Really?”
Jake nodded, although slowly and looking down. He was a lot more embarrassed about it than she was.
“Any real man would want you, Emmanuelle,” I said to Emmanuelle, taking a subtle jab at Jake. “You are incredibly beautiful and sexy. A real man would fuck you until you can’t walk straight. But… you’re married. In order to keep your marriage bond sacred, I really need to know that this is what you both want. Jake?”
“It is,” he said softly.
“No… I really need to you to ask me… specifically… ask me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to stay a while… and… um…” he said, stumbling over his words.
“Be specific,” I said, looking directly at him, meeting and holding his gaze. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck my wife,” he mumbled, and looked shyly to the ground.
“I’m not sure I heard you right, Jake. What did you ask me?” I teased again.
He looked at me and held my eyes for a little longer. “I want you to fuck my wife.”
“I see,” I nodded. “You both have certainly asked fully.” I sat for a moment as if pondering my answer. “You do know that for me to do this, that you can no longer be my patients. We would simply be… friends.”
They both nodded, with Emmanuelle nodding and smiling, showing me she really wanted a yes answer.
“Well, then… my answer is yes,” I said and they both let out a breath as if they were holding it, unsure of what I’d say. “I would like to start by seeing more of you, Emmanuelle. Come here… stand in front of me. Right here,” I said, pointing to the spot in front of me between me and the table.
Giddy and giggling, Emmanuelle walked over to me, slid between me and the table, and stood there, looking down at me.
“I, uh… should I go?” Jake asked, looking embarrassed again. But I could tell he was getting excited. He was enjoying watching me with his wife.
“No… stay right there,” I said. “I want you to watch this. I want you to learn from this.” He nodded as I turned my attention to Emmanuelle. “You’re very beautiful,” I said, touching her leg and stroking it. “Did you wear this for me?”
She nodded, licking her lips excitedly. “Yes,” she whispered. “All of it.”
“I approve. Pull the top down,” I ordered. “Show me your tits.”
She smiled and nodded, her hands moving to her back to unzip the dress. Then she slowly slid it down her arms and pushed it down and off her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts were nice. They were B-cups, I guessed, with hard, pointed, little nipples.
“She has nice tits, doesn’t she Jake?” I asked him, not looking at him. My eyes were focused on her breasts instead as I sat forward, moving closer to her.
“Yes,” he whispered.
I looked up at her and touched my lips. She leaned down and kissed me for the first time. Her hands grabbed my shoulders as mine went to hold her head in place. Our kisses grew more and more passionate, more and more insistent, and when I pulled back, she was breathless. She smiled and licked her lips, this first touch exciting her so much. I ran my hands down her neck to her chest, each moving towards one of her breasts. I circled her nipples with my fingertips and lightly tugged on them, making Emmanuelle moan and squirm a little.
“You have very nice breasts,” I said, taking ahold of them in my hands and squeezing them. Then I leaned forward and licked one, circling it with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh my gosh,” Emmanuelle moaned, cradling my head with one of her hands. “That feels so good.”
I kissed it, licked it a little more firmly, then sucked it into my mouth. She was panting excitedly above me, extremely excited. I could smell her pussy getting wetter.
“Sit on the table,” I said. “I want to watch you play with yourself and entice me.”
Emmanuelle smiled as she moved back and slid up onto the table. She reached up and grabbed her own breasts, squeezing them and playing with her nipples. “I just want to feel a strong man’s touch,” she said. As she looked at me, she pulled her dress up a little, opened her legs as she leaned back, and exposed her panty-covered pussy to my waiting gaze.
She slid a hand over her pussy, over her sexy, black panties. I could tell they were wet as she pushed the material into her pussy. Then she grabbed the material with both hands and pulled it so that it slid between her labia and moved up into her wetness. She hooked her fingers in the material and pulled them aside, then licked her fingers and touched her pussy again, this time directly on her wet flesh.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned softly. “That feels so good. I’d love to have someone kiss my pussy.” She circled her fingertip over her clit, slowly and softly. “Oh yeah… right there… Mmm.” She hooked her thumbs into her dress and pushed it down, then worked it under her ass, taking it completely off along with her panties.
After she tossed her dress to the floor, her panties still in her hand, she slowly lay back again and slid her fingers of one hand and her panties with the other over her pussy, sliding the material into her wetness. “I love to rub my pussy and get my scent all over my panties. Mmhmm… get my juices all over them.”
She lifted them for me and I leaned forward to smell them. She smelled so good… so wonderfully perfect and it aroused me even more.
“Mmm… such a sweet pussy,” I said.
With a quick flick of her hand, then, she tossed them to her husband, who caught them and put them to his nose. He closed his eyes as he smelled them, as if this was the best thing ever for him. She used both hands, her fingers on the flesh on both sides of her pussy and pulled, opening her pussy, exposing her pink inner flesh to me.
“You like when I stretch my pussy open like this for you?” she whispered.
“Mmm… definitely,” I smiled.
Her fingers started sliding over her clit, and then pulled her hood open. She quickly licked the tip of her middle finger and used just that fingertip to circle her exposed clit, panting as she did. “I’m going to cum fast,” she smiled and then pulled her finger away. “I better slow down.” She grabbed her pussy with one hand, gathering all the flesh between her thumb and index finger and squeezed. “Such a fat, meaty pussy… You can do anything you want to my pussy. It’s so hungry… just abuse it and stretch it out.”
She quickly went back to the one finger circling her exposed clit again. “But this is my favorite part…” she giggled and moaned as she raced towards an orgasm. “Mmhmm,” she panted, circling her clit rapidly. “Oh my gosh… Oh yeah. Oh, yes, yes, yes… mmhmm. Oh my gosh! That’s my sweet spot right there.”
She moaned, closing her eyes for a moment, but then looking at me again with an almost desperate look. She didn’t want to use her fingers any more. She wanted dick. My dick.
“Uh huh… Oh fuck… I’m getting so wet,” she panted. “Just anticipating your cock. Oh my gosh. Oh… right there… yeah… Uh huh… oh… oh.”
I stood and grabbed both of her wrists, pulling her hands away from her pussy before she could have an orgasm. She groaned loudly in protest.
“Let’s get this party started, then.” I pulled my suit jacket off and lay it over the back of the chair next to me, then started working on my shirt and tie. Quickly, Emmanuelle dropped to the floor in front of me and started unfastening my belt and pants.
She took one hand and grabbed my cock through my slacks, slowly jacking it as she stared at it, smiling appreciatively. She looked up at me, smiling deviously. “Oh, that feels so fucking good. You have no idea how badly I need this.”
I was unbuttoning my shirt as she slid my pants from one foot, then the other, folding them neatly and laying them up on the chair with my jacket.
“I’m always so horny and all Jake can do is watch me get myself off,” she said. “He’s almost useless.”
“I provide for you,” he whined from his chair at the head of the table.
“What do you provide for me?” Emmanuelle said angrily, looking at him. “Cause it’s not dick. I am not satisfied and I fucking need you to know how much I love dick. Do you understand? So, just watch. That’s what you’re going to fucking do today. Maybe you’ll learn a few tips. And if you finally learn something, maybe then… maybe… I’ll give you some pussy.”
She hooked her fingers in my boxers and pulled them down, letting my mostly-hard cock bounce free right in front of her face. An inch closer and it would have probably hit her right on the nose. “Oh wow! Look Jake… he’s hard already. Why does it take forever to get your dick hard? And look how big his cock is!”
She grabbed my cock with one hand and then the other to show that it took both hands to cover my length. “Oh, you will never… ever… even hope to add up. And he’s not even fully hard yet.”
She licked my shaft as I stood watching, kissing it and treating it so lovingly. She wiped it over and around her face, just wanting to feel it on her skin.
She took a hold of it and slid her mouth over the head and sucked as she slowly stroked my shaft. “I feel so starved for a real man’s cock.” She stroked the shaft as she looked at Jake. “Are you still watching?” Without even waiting for an answer, she slid me in deep, taking my cock into the back of her throat. “Mmm…
I know you can’t stop watching me… as humiliating as it is. Do you have any idea how awesome it is for me to have my hands wrapped around a perfect, perfect cock like this? My lips wrapping around a real man’s cock.”
“How does that make you feel, Jake?” I asked in my therapist voice, looking at him for only a second. He’d unfastened his pants and was stroking himself, his eyes glued on us. It was as if what we were doing was only exciting him more.
“And it’s so big it makes me cry when I try to shove it down my throat,” she said, wiping her watery eyes with the back of her hands.
“Mmm… mmhmm,” I moaned, watching and feeling her hot, wet mouth take my cock inside again and again. “I think you’ve got a lot to learn, Jake. Pay attention. You see that? I bet you wish you had her lips around your dick like that. She is so fucking eager.”
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