Chapter 8
"And then I arranged the beautiful bitch on her back and fucked holy hell out of her. It was something else, Val, let me tell you. She just couldn't get enough of my thrusting pecker."
Valerie Latham smiled at her husband. "I suppose you could say that Julie entered your office like a lamb and left like a lion."
Paul chuckled. "She left well-fucked, that's for sure."
"Did you schedule an appointment for her for next week?"
"Of course. I'm only a psychologist, not a miracle man. It takes more than one therapeutic session to effectively treat a patient like Mrs. Laurence Lamb."
"You have to wrestle with the problem, huh?"
"Right. The initial interview serves to acquaint me with the patient and her problem. It's during subsequent interviews that I begin exploring effective means of dealing with the lady's troubles."
"Oh, Paul," Valerie grinned, "how can you say that with a straight face?"
"Because I'm a doctor dedicated to-"
"The premise that every female who enters your office is fair game," Valerie broke in.
Paul chuckled and rolled over onto his right side, pressing himself close to his naked wife as he latched onto one of her succulent breasts. He commenced a tender massage of the gelatinous globe of flesh, kneading its doughy softness and playfully tweaking the nipple that sat atop the breast like a cherry atop a mound of vanilla ice cream.
"I also believe that every female in this house is fair game," he said with a wicked little smile.
"Are you sure you have enough strength left, darling? After all, you did have one helluva busy day."
"It was a day like any other, baby."
"You're a wicked, wicked man, Mr. Latham," said Valerie, smiling up into her handsome mate's face.
"Now isn't that a coincidence? My receptionist said something to that effect just this afternoon."
"Well, Mary should know. She's pretty wicked herself."
"A sassy little bitch is what she is. Her one redeeming quality lies in her ability to fuck like a house afire."
"She's also good at analingus," added Valerie with a grin.
Paul chuckled. "That she is. A groovy sensation it is, too. Having a tongue tickling your asshole, I mean. I don't doubt that Mary's had her talented tongue up more male bottoms than she can remember."
"She must like the taste."
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"What about her new boyfriend? Has she spoken about him lately?"
" No, she hasn't," Paul answered, continuing his dextrous manipulation of his beautiful wife's mammaries. "I think she's having trouble with him. He's insanely jealous and hesitates to let her out of his sight for a second."
"I know, you told me. He's the one with the mean temper, correct?"
"And the quick hand. Talbot has already given her one vicious beating that I know of. Could be she's suffered a few more spankings because of her flirtatious behavior."
"If I were Miss Mandell, I'd dump the bloke quick. He could end up killing her."
"Maybe she is thinking of kicking him out. Anyway, that's her problem and not ours."
A moment of silence ensued as Paul concentrated on arousing his spouse. Leaning over, he dropped his head and planted puckered lips over Valerie's left nipple. He sucked the tasty nubbin into his mouth, laving it lovingly as he brought a hand down between his wife's legs and cupped her crotch.
Although his afternoon had been most gratifying sexually, a fiendish fucking of Julie Lamb having followed her gluttonous sucking of his prick and Mary's wicked mouthing of his anus, he was unable to ignore the not so subtle suggestion of sex conveyed by his stunning wife's naked body.
He was not at all tired, despite the energy he had expended earlier in the day. The thick steak Valerie had broiled for the two of them upon his arrival home, and the several drinks they had enjoyed in the living room after dinner, had replenished his store of sexual power. And now, lying naked in bed with his very fuckable spouse, he was again in the mood for pussy.
"You know, honey," Valerie said, breaking the silence, "I'm beginning to really worry about this."
"About what, luv?" asked Paul, lifting his face from Valerie's tits but continuing to stroke her copper-colored snatch.
"About what happens between you and your female patients. You know, hon, you're running an awful risk by trying to seduce each and every one of them."
"Let me worry about that, all right? Haven't I been getting away with it for all these years?"
"Yes, but still-"
"You never expressed any great concern before."
"I know, hon. Maybe I'm just now beginning to realize what we stand to lose if you're ever found out. I mean, it would be nothing short of disastrous. One word to the police by any one of the females you've fucked under the guise of professional concern and you'd be drummed out of the corps so fast it wouldn't be funny. While some of your fellow psychologists might envy your guts, they'd have no choice but to ban with others in the profession and bar you from ever practicing again."
"Relax, sweetheart. Nothing like that is-"
"And then there goes this beautiful house, the cars, all the furniture, our clothes and-"
"Hey, will you cut it out?" Paul grinned. "Before you're through you'll have us living in a one room walk-up in some godforsaken ghetto somewhere."
"I don't think it's anything to laugh about, Paul. We could find ourselves in one helluva mess some sad day."
"Well we're not going to, sweetheart. I promise you that."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because the females I fuck in my office are not about to tell anybody anything. First of all, I have yet to screw a patient who didn't thank me afterward. They all love to get laid, baby. It's as simple as that. That's why they keep coming back for more of my special treatment. They're not about to spoil a good thing by blabbing to their boyfriends or husbands or whoever."
"I don't know, Paul. I can only hope that our luck holds out."
"Luck doesn't have all that much to do with it, Val. Look, even if one of these broads suddenly develops a guilt complex she isn't going to embarrass herself by telling family, friends and neighbors that she's been screwing her analyst. I mean that could be downright messy, no?"
"Yes, I see your point, hon. But just suppose for a minute that one of them blurts out the affair she's been having with you. To her husband, let's say. Now that would make for one very, very angry individual."
"Paul shrugged. "It's already happened."
"What?"
"Well, not exactly in the way you suggest. But Mary told me that in a moment of anger she decided to hurt her boyfriend by informing him of the fact that she was laying for me. And enjoying it greatly."
"Good grief. When was this?"
"Oh, about two weeks ago."
"And what happened?"
"Nothing, that's what happened. I suppose this jerk Talbot was upset for a while, and maybe he knocked Mary around a little bit, but aside from that there was no trouble. I mean, he didn't come after me with a baseball bat. He probably brooded for a while and then got over it."
"I'd say that was a close call, wouldn't you?"
"Well, I was peeved with Mary for telling her boyfriend about us. But what the hell? There were no serious repercussions from the stupid mistake."
"Not that time," Valerie amended. "But suppose, well ... suppose that dame who likes to be abused ups and tells her husband about how you satisfy her need for pain? He might be more inclined to take action than Jack Talbot apparently was."
Paul smiled. "You're referring to Jennifer Wagner."
"That's her. What would happen if-"
"Oh, honey, come on now. Let's not belabor the issue, huh? Of all the female patients I've fucked, Jennifer Wagner is the least likely to spill the beans. I mean, she couldn't live without her weekly dose of punishment. Besides, even if she were to say something to her husband I seriously doubt that he'd do more than sulk for a day or two. From what I gather, Kevin Wagner is one of those spineless meatheads women are always divorcing. He's a milktoast, the kind of guy who's afraid to raise his voice for fear the world will come to an end."
"You're positive about that, are you?"
"Very. Now we can stop all this idiotic talk about the everyday sex-crazy patients and get down to the business at hand?"
"Which is?" Valerie asked with a knowing smile.
"Don't you know, baby?" Paul grinned.
"Here I've been stroking your twat and playing with your tits for the last fifteen minutes."
"Could be I've become immune to your touch, darling. Maybe I'm suffering from that dreaded disease known as insentient erogenous zones. Maybe you'll never be able to arouse me again."
Paul chuckled. "The day I can't arouse you, baby, will be the day I hang up my cock. Now you just lie back and watch me start that motor of yours."
With that, Paul began to inch his way down his luscious wife's naked body, one hand still busily rubbing her tempting twat as he trailed his lips across her mouth-watering tits and then over the smooth, flat plane of her tummy.
Before long he was crouched between Valerie's legs and mashing his face into her odorous snatch, crinkly, copper-colored pubic hairs tickling his nostrils as he swabbed her lovely lips with his demanding tongue.
"Oh, honey, I like that," Valerie cooed, a dreamy expression washing over her face as she closed her eyes. "Get your tongue in me, darling. Work on my clit."
Paul slid his hands under his wife's shapely bottom, dragging her up off the bed as he ground his face even harder into her delicious pussy. Like a ravenous rat he munched on Valerie's sex, rubbing his face into her warm, fragrant flesh in a seeming effort to crawl right up her vagina.
He pushed his tongue into her cunt, thrusting it deep, then zeroed in on a swelling clitoris.
"Ooooo...." Valerie moaned happily. "I love that, Paul."
Paul lovingly laved the thickening mini-penis, his teasing tongue curling around it tenderly, carefully. Valerie purred her approval as he swabbed her clit, his fleshy serpent of a tongue caressing that inflamed passion nubbin and fueling her rapidly building lust.
A few minutes later, her twat in twitching readiness, Valerie asked for her husband's cock. Although she was ready to be reamed, to be fucked with a wild, furious abandon, she wanted first to suck Paul's pecker, savor for perhaps a minute or so the taste of that which would be jammed balls deep inside her secreting vagina.
And so a sixty-nine was in order. Heeding his spouse's deliciously lewd request, Paul quickly twisted around on the bed and arranged himself so that he was straddling Valerie, his totally tumescent cock a pendulous pole of flesh as it dangled in front of her face, scant inches from her eager lips.
The cock to Valerie was like a carrot to a rabbit-a temptation impossible to resist.
Hungrily she reached for the swaying stalk of flesh, her mouth opening wide as she lifted her head off the pillow and slid her lovely lips over the plum-shaped head.
She drew Paul's cock into her mouth, taking a little bit at a time and relishing the warm feel of it in her oral cavity. She brought one arm around under his body, her hand closing over his swaying scrotal sac. Lustily she squeezed the hairy pouch, fingers pressing deep into the wrinkled, spongy bag of flesh as she sucked her mate's manhood back to her throat.
And then, at this most inopportune time, the telephone rang.
Muttering a curse, Paul lifted his face from Valerie's tasty twat. "Shit, now who the hell could that be?"
Valerie took her husband's cock out of her mouth. "Talk about lousy timing, darling."
"What time is it, anyway?"
The titian-tressed beauty turned her head on the pillow, her eyes fixing on the alarm clock sitting on the night stand. "It's almost ten-thirty."
"I suppose that isn't too late for somebody to ring us, but his or her timing certainly stinks."
"I'd better answer it, darling," Valerie said with a small smile. "It might be something important."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But if it's somebody selling something tell him to shove it you know where."
"Will do, sweetheart."
Paul worked himself off his wife, twisting around on the bed until he was sitting on the side, his arms resting on his knees. Turning his head, he saw Valerie reach for the telephone. Seconds later, the receiver resting alongside her face on the pillow, he heard her greet the caller.
And with that unpleasant little interruption out of the way, the good Doctor and his wife got down to the serious business they had started with, which, of course, was getting down to it.