I heard the doorbell as I was waiting for the psychologist to arrive, so I answered and let him in. The doctor was maybe in his fifties or maybe low sixties, older than I expected, but he looked very professional. He was recommended by my friend Suzanne to help me with a particular sexual frustration I had.
I'm Donna, in my late forties. My husband died in a car accident just over a year ago, and since then, I've had no sex life, which I got used to, but there was one thing I really did miss, and it frustrated me that I couldn't have it. Suzanne thought the doctor might be able to help, so I called, explained my situation, and he said yes, he could accommodate. And now he was with me.
We introduced ourselves and shared pleasantries, and then he said we should have the therapy in my bedroom, so I led the way. He asked me to explain just what it was I wanted so he could understand how to help, and I said my husband and I used to occasionally play a sort of “game” at bedtime.
On those nights when I went to bed a little before he did, I would dress in my most revealing nightwear, or just go nude, and lie in bed partly covered, pretending to be asleep. When he came to bed, he'd find me lying there pretending to be asleep, and I knew he could not resist touching and caressing the areas I was showing. Several times I would “rouse” a bit and move, revealing a new place for him to play. I liked this “game” since, besides being most enjoyable for us both, I felt in total control of what happened. And if he got me turned on, as he almost always did, I'd “wake up,” and we'd end the evening with great sex. The doctor said he understood and would be able to act like my husband did and try to give me some relief for my sexual desire. He suggested I choose a dildo for the “great sex” part if I wanted that, since he did not do sexual intercourse as part of his therapy, so I picked a smaller one from his case, and we began.
He asked me to dress in my nightwear or go nude if I liked, so I took my clothes off and decided to do it naked this time. I got on the bed and lay on my stomach, eyes closed since I was “asleep”, and made sure my rear was nicely exposed beside the covers. The doctor did just as he was supposed to, and placed his hands on my cheeks and massaged lightly. It was nice and relaxing, so I just lay there and enjoyed it. As he began to massage with more pressure, I remained “asleep” and continued to relish the feeling. His fingers caressed my upper legs and buttocks. I was enjoying his hands on me and pleased that my evening was off to a good start.
After some minutes of enjoyment at my rear, I slowly “stirred” myself and shifted to my side, facing him, but with my knees together and legs pulled up, leaving only my breasts available for his attention. Just as I wanted, the doctor shifted his focus and hands to my breasts. He touched lightly at first, cupping me underneath and massaging the sides, then used his fingers to swirl my nipples, exciting me as they became firm. He continued to play with my breasts, his gentle hands massaging them while his fingers swirled about my nipples, which felt great and aroused me even more. I was enjoying his light caressing of my breasts more than I thought I would, and I looked forward to what came next.