I'm a 52 year old man (call me Jim), married for a long time, in a dead bedroom situation. Love my wife, but sex is nonexistent for us...she just has no libido anymore. I've been going to therapy for about a year, mostly for anxiety and stress from my business, but recently decided to open up about my dead bedroom. My therapist is a 33 year old single woman. Not my first choice, but she was the only therapist in town that had an opening back when I wanted to be seen. She's petite, blue-eyed, red hair, with big tits and a small ass. She's cute and I'm a sucker for redheads and that red hair is the main reason I didn't try to find someone else after our first meeting. But she's also grown on me. She has the odd habit of telling me things about her personal life, dating life, etc., which I didn't think therapists usually do.

So after a few months, I finally felt comfortable enough with her and the past three weeks we've been discussing this dead bedroom situation. I was really hoping for some ideas about how to bring it up to my wife in a new or different way than I have tried in the past. In the process, I did reveal to her that I'm perfectly capable of having sex, I have a high libido and enjoy every aspect of sex and pleasing my partner, have no taboos, willing to try anything and that I have a rather larger than average penis and I know how to use it. Last week I told her that I was at the point of being ready to have an affair with someone just to have some sex and intimacy with someone, but due to being a business owner and active in various community interests, it would be nearly impossible to not get caught. At the end of the session she asked me how I knew that I was still capable of having sex if I haven't had sex in so long and I told her that I easily get erections, have morning wood every day, so I'm capable. She said we would get more into it next week.

Yesterday I show up at her office and she starts by asking me if I would be willing to explore whether or not I am fully capable of sex. I assumed she meant with my wife and that she was going to give me some new things to try, so of course I said yes. I was sitting on the couch in her office and, as usual, she's sitting across from me on a small sofa. She gets up and walks to the office door, pressing the lock button, then walks over to stand in front of me. I was a little confused. She was wearing this long, loose dress, not unusual for her, I've seen it before, so she pulls it up to above her knees and leans over to put a hand on my shoulder and quick as a flash she's on my lap, straddling me.

"Oh, Helen, what the fuck?" I quietly gasp. She has a corner office inside a rather large practice and they have those white noise machines everywhere, but I didn't want to send anyone rushing in here.

"I thought you wanted to try some things," she says.

"I do, I just didn't realize that we'd be trying those things together."

"Sorry I wasn't clear. Remember when you said that you're so desperate, you're ready to start an affair but it's too risky?" I nodded. "Well, the risk is also extreme for me, too. If I got caught, I would lose my licenses and probably be banned from practicing. So, I figure we're kind of made for each other. We both have to be extremely careful."

"Oh," I sighed. She had given this a lot of thought. "But I thought you have a boyfriend," I said, just remembering that she's mentioned him at times.

She giggled. "That's just something I throw out there in front of male clients to keep them from getting any ideas."

"Oh," I said. "Clever."

"Should we stop?" she asked, starting to move off me.

"Hell no," I said, my hands going to her waist and pulling her down. She felt so much smaller and wispy than she looked.

She giggled. "How do you feel about making out?"

"I love it. I love any and all foreplay."

She nodded and leaned in to kiss me, her eyes looking into mine. Her eyes are this ice blue color, like a glacier, and they are captivating. She hesitated, then closed the space between our lips. Her hands went to the sides of my head and our kissing intensified, tongues playing. I was glad for remembering that breath mint before coming in here. She pulled back for a moment. "You're a good kisser," she said.

"Thanks, so are you," I replied, not really knowing what to say.

"Are we okay?" she asked. I nodded and we went back to making out. I felt calmer and let my hands go around her in a hug. Up to this point, she and I had only ever shook hands, so this was a bit of a shock, but the past few weeks I could feel a sexual tension building between us and I was enjoying it.

From what she said, it sounded like sex was going to happen, so I let my hands roam up her sides, down her back, over her covered ass and thighs and back up the same way before slipping them under her hair where I rubbed her neck a bit before beginning to pull down the zipper on the back of her dress. She didn't flinch, so I slowly pulled it all the way down while we kissed. I slipped my hands inside the dress, against her bare back and she moaned.

I could feel her pressing her crotch against my hard dick trying to break through my pants. We were both getting warm and our breathing was picking up. My hands gently unhooked her bra. Her back was now uncovered but the dress still hung on to her shoulders covering her front. She slipped back, and before I knew it she was kneeling on the floor between my legs, undoing my belt. Her dress began to droop in front as it slipped off her shoulders, catching at her elbows. I'd seen the expanse of white skin peppered with freckles across her upper chest at other times, depending on what she wore, but this was the first time I had seen any hint of cleavage. She was always quite careful with what she wore.

As for me, today I was wearing what I call "light jeans." They are not quite as light as khakis and not quite as heavy as jeans. I like wearing these pants because I can go commando without anyone really noticing. But Helen just noticed. She had my belt undone, pants unbuttoned, zipper down and hand inside.

Her face showed surprise. "No underwear?" she asked.

I chuckled. "You caught me on one of my commando days."

"You do that often?"

"Yeah, a few days a week. I really don't like wearing underwear."

"So you've sat in here in front of me with no underwear before?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, many times."

She shook her head in disbelief. Her hand wrapped around my hardness and she struggled to get it out of my pants. "Lift up," she said. I did and she pulled my pants down to mid-thigh, my cock springing up. "Ohmygod," she whispered. Both hands wrapped around my shaft and she squeezed and stroked it. On one stroke, the foreskin pulled back, exposing the head. She leaned forward and took the head in her mouth with an audible "mmmmmm." My pants were keeping her from getting too close and she leaned back on her knees. "Get these pants off," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," I said. She stood up, then I stood. As she stood, her dress slipped off her shoulders and down her arms and puddled at her feet. I looked at her standing there in lacey blue bikini panties and her loose bra, the cups just holding on to her breasts. I'm not in the habit of seeing naked women other than my wife, so this was a treat. My pants fell down to the floor, I slipped my shoes off and continued to take her in. I knew her skin was white, but she was very white, like a porcelain doll. I've always been attracted to tan skin, but her skin mesmerized me. "You have beautiful skin," I said.

She smiled. "Thanks. I hate it. Wish I was tan, like you."

"Don't say that, it's flawless."

She blushed, then shrugged her shoulders causing her bra to slip forward, off her shoulders and down her arms. She caught the cups and slipped it off, turning and dropping it on her office chair. Her breasts were large, milky white with blue and red veins under the surface, capped with large, light pink areola and large, thick nipples. They sagged a bit due to size, but still stood up and off her chest.

"Okay, I figured you had great boobs, but they are beyond great," I said, while stepping out of my pants, my eyes glued to her tits, I tried not to fall over.

She smiled. "Thanks," she said with a blush. She kneeled before me and took my hard cock in her hands, pushing the foreskin back before taking it in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and pulled back, looking up at me. "I've never been with a man who is uncircumcised." She leaned forward and sucked on the head again, then pulled back. "My girlfriends have said uncut smells and tastes bad, but you don't."

I moaned as she continued to work it. "Not only do you smell nice and clean, you taste so good," she said. She worshipped my manhood and I was enjoying it.

I could tell I wouldn't last if she kept this up. "Come here," I said, my hands went to her elbows to gently pull her up. She stood before me and now I kneeled, my hands pulling her panties down. She held my shoulder as she stepped out of the panties. Her pussy looked virginal, virtually unused. All bare, porcelain skin, blushing with some pink now that blood was flowing into the area. A small patch of red hair above the slit. "Oh, fuck," I groaned, "just beautiful."

"You really think so?" I vigorously nodded my head. She giggled. "I think it looks too...young."

What could I say without sounding like a creep? So I said nothing. But I thought her pussy was amazingly pretty. I stood and led her to lay down on the couch I had previously sat on but not before she pulled a blanket that usually rests on the back down onto the seat. At that point, I hadn't really thought that far ahead. "It's gorgeous," I said as I knelt before her. "I just want to eat it up." She quietly laughed as I kissed it and pressed my face in.

Her legs snapped shut. "Oh, Jim, you don't have to do that," she said, as her hand covered her pubes.

I was confused and it showed on my face. "What do you mean? I want to do it. It's one of my favorite things to do."

"Really?" she asked. "I thought men hated going down on a woman."

"Maybe after a long workout or if she's on her period, but oh my god yours is so pretty and clean and smells nice and I just have to get my tongue in there."

She giggled. "You're the first," she said, slowly removing her hand.

"You either haven't been with enough men, or you've been with the wrong ones," I said as I gently pressed her legs apart. "But hey, I'm not your therapist, so I'm not going to try to analyze you," I added with a chuckle.

She laughed. "That's a therapy session for another time," she said.

She relaxed her legs and I kissed down the inside of one thigh until reaching the apex between her legs and pressed my face in, kissing. She smelled nice, like freshly showered. My tongue went to work with one long swipe from bottom to clit.

She moaned and I did it again. "Oh god you really do like it," she whispered, her hand wrapping around my head. I nodded, my face between her legs. She tasted lovely, light, clean, almost sweet with a bit of tang. I licked and licked and she moaned as her pussy produced copious amounts of lubrication. She constantly moaned and made little comments of disbelief. When she seemed to be in the zone of getting to orgasm, I dug my tongue under the clit hood and just wiggled, then sucked the clit. This has been my go-to for getting my wife to orgasm and it's always worked. It's usually a sneaky orgasm, coming quickly and with some surprise.

Helen's hips began to roll back and forth, her hands pulling my head against her, her heels resting on my shoulders. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my therapist like this. Suddenly she bucked and spasmed. "Ohmyfuckingod!" she spat, trying to keep her volume down. I suckled her clit now like a baby sucks milk from the mother's nipple. "Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, ohgod," she gasped repeatedly. Suddenly her legs shot up, stiff, her hips bucked and trembled and Helen squealed, literally squealed. Her entire body was trembling with orgasm. My face was soaked in her lubrication. I let up now, knowing most women get overly sensitive and I didn't want her to be too sensitive to fuck.

I pulled back a bit, my face still between her legs, I watched her roll through the orgasm. Her neck, chest, belly, pubes were all flushed pink and red blotches. Her chest heaved with quick breaths. Her eyes were closed, head lolled back and to the side. After a couple of minutes, her breathing slowed and she turned her head to look down at me.

"Holy shit, Jim," she gasped. She shook her head now: "No one, not one person in my entire life has ever done anything like that to me." She took a few more breaths. "That was fucking amazing!"

"Glad you liked it," I said with a smile.

"Oh, that was way more than just liking it. You can do that anytime you want."

I chuckled. "I might hold you to that."

She leaned up and looked down at my crotch, confirming that I was still very hard. "Put it in me, Jim," she whispered and lay back, spreading her legs. I got onto the couch, between her legs. Her hands shot down, wrapping around my shaft. "Oh god," she groaned and I moved forward. She swiped it into her opening, spreading the lubrication. I pressed into her, and her wetness allowed me to slip in. "Oh god," she groaned again. I moaned as well. The warm wetness felt good on my hardness. I pushed, now slipping about half my length in. "Oh god oh god," she groaned again. I pulled back an inch and pushed back in, slowly, until I was balls deep. I held there and looked in her eyes. "Oh my god, Jim, I've never been so full." I believed her. She moaned. "Oh my god so good," she said again.

I pulled back almost all the and pushed all the way back in. "Oh fuck," we both gasped together. Her pussy was silky smooth, wet, hot, and perfectly tight from front to back. I was glad and a bit surprised that she could take the entire length. You never know how a woman is built. Her hands went to my hips, pulling me to her. Then to my ass, squeezing the cheeks as I continued to piston into her. We could not have been fucking for more than three minutes when she cursed and bucked, trying to keep her volume down as another orgasm washed over her. I steadily pumped her pussy through the waves of orgasm.

Then suddenly I stopped and sat up, cock still in her. "Seems like everything works, wouldn't you say?" I asked. "We should probably stop now that we know."

Her mouth dropped open until she realized I was being sarcastic. Her hand smacked my thigh. "You motherfucker!" she gasped. "Uh-uh, don't you dare stop now!"

I chuckled. "I'm not going to last long," I said. "I'm out of practice."

She went into therapist mode, telling me that was perfectly fine and not be concerned about it, all while I steadily fucked her. I looked down at our joining. Her pussy lips were stretched around my shaft, clinging to it. Her opening looked almost grotesquely stretched open as if something so small should not be stretched like that.

"Um, seriously, I'm really close," I said. "Do we need to be concerned about pregnancy?"

"Nope," she gasped. "Fill me up, Jim," she moaned.

It was my turn to say "ohgod" repeatedly and moan as my balls tightened up and the semen began its trip into Helen's body. Suddenly she bucked, her hands wrapped around my triceps, squeezing hard and her vagina clamped down on me. She lost control of her volume and I was doing my best to stay quiet and 'shush' her, too. My dick felt like a giant steel rod as it continued to expel my cum into her pulsing pussy. What a wonderful feeling!

Just as quickly as it started, it was over. We were both gasping, groaning and grunting. I stayed in position, watching her breasts heave on her chest with each heavy breath. Her eyelids fluttered open, ice-blue eyes seemed to see right into my soul.

"Fuck!" she gasped, "That was amazing!"

"Yeah," I agreed, nodding. I leaned down and kissed her.

"My juice is all over your face," she laughed, wiping at my face with her palm.

I chuckled. "So delicious," I said. "I guess we better...disconnect," I said, looking down at the juncture of our sex organs. I began to slowly pull out and she moaned.

"Nooooooo," she squealed.

"I know," I replied. As I pulled out I could see our mingled juices running out of her onto the blanket.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. "What time is it?" I told her and she relaxed. "Ok, I have time," she said. She had a regular client after me each week.

I pulled out and sat back for a moment. Her legs stretched out and relaxed on my lap. "We should probably talk about this at some point," she said. Of course she would want to talk about it. I nodded. "Can you come to my apartment tonight after work?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, I can't tonight. But I can tomorrow. I'm open in the afternoon and evening."

She lit up. "I'm done with my last client at three tomorrow!"

I didn't know where she lived, but said I could be there by four.

"Sounds good, I'll text you," she said. Neither of us had moved yet. "Are you okay with what just happened?" she asked.

"Ummm...yeah...I'm okay," I said. "Never expected anything like this, but I'm okay. Actually, I feel really good."

"Me, too," she said. "Like really fucking good," she moaned and giggled, stretching out her entire body.

"Fuck," I gasped. "You are sexy."

She smiled. "Thanks. I don't hear that enough. And...you're pretty sexy yourself."

"Heh, thanks," I said, turning and making to stand up. "Um, you probably want to avoid sitting in that spot," I said, nodding to the pool of semen on the blanket.

She giggled and nodded. I took the box of tissues from her desk and brought it to her. She dabbed at herself, cleaning up as best she could. We both dressed, watching each other. It was a bit awkward. I couldn't remember the last time I had a sexual encounter like this. It had been decades. I sat to tie my shoes and then looked up to see her standing in front of me slipping her shoes on.

I stood and looked down at her. "Can I kiss you?" I asked. She smiled, nodded and I stepped to her, wrapped my arms around her and leaned down to kiss her. In a few seconds our tongues played together and her hand went to the back of my head, pulling me against her. Her computer sounded the notification that her next patient was checked in. Our lips separated but we remained in a hug.

"Oh god, you really are a good kisser," she gasped. "It's kinda weird to say that to you," she said with a laugh.

"I don't think it matters what either of us says at this point. We're in uncharted waters unless you make it a habit of fucking your patients."

She laughed. "You're the first."

We slowly let go of each other and stepped back, she smoothed her dress down while I made sure my shirt was tucked in and zipper was up. I looked at her again. "You're a good kisser, too," I said.

"I'll text you my address. See you tomorrow," she said, and with that I left. Up to this point, she had never texted me. Every time she called me to reschedule, the caller ID said "Private number" for her protection from clients. I anticipated her text, knowing her phone number, finding out where she lived.

All day I had a spring in my step. My employees even noticed it, my admin assistant mentioned it. To be honest, I feel no guilt whatsoever. I love my wife, but she doesn't seem to want to repair our sex life, and it feels so good to have had sex and know that I can, everything works and I can still make a woman feel good. I don't really have any emotions about what happened and I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow.