Therapist part 1

I sat alone on my bed in a room that I had been sleeping in the past few months, apart from my wife of 10 years. I knew it had been by choice since I often felt the need for time alone, and it seemed nights were the only time that worked out.

My desire for my wife was gone, mostly due to how she cared for herself, and some emotional issues. Our sex life was reduced to receiving occasional oral, and that took persuasion on my part. Even with that, I had been experiencing problems with erection firmness and staying that way. The biggest issue had been a difficulty achieving climax, even through masturbation. Needless to say, this had become very irritating.

For the past few months, I had been seeing a therapist weekly, and she seemed to understand my thoughts and needs. At 33, Katie was 24 years younger than me, and I found myself attracted to her. She always dressed nice and I kept noticing her wedding ring, wishing I had been the man who placed it on her finger. Her breasts attracted me, and I could only guess they were around a 34C.

During our sessions, I had discussed some my past and things I once enjoyed. Among those was giving women massages, although never licensed. And I even mentioned how they sometimes turned very sensual. For some reason I said something about offering her one, realizing it was not proper.And I worried that she would end our sessions due to it, but nothing was said.

The following week, she started by asking me how my masturbation attempts had been going. I was honest and replied that I had tried three times with no luck. Katie then asked if I ever thought being watched would help. Of course, I replied yes.

To my surprise, she offered me a chance to go for it right there, despite knowing it was totally wrong in a professional sense. She just requested that I never tell anyone, and naturally, I agreed. After confirming it was really OK, I slid my pants and briefs down to my ankles. I started to touch myself in hopes of getting aroused quickly.

She reminded me to keep it quiet due to other people being in the room next to us.

After a few minutes, I had not yet achieved a full erection and felt like it would be another disappointment. I was having fantasies of her lending a hand but knew that was unlikely, Then she totally surprised me by unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it aside. Seeing her breasts covered by a black lace bra had the desired effect. I became hard, although not to my normal size and rigidity.

The way she watched me really helped, and I kept hopes she would remove that bra. But it did not seem to be the case. I noticed by the clock that there were only 20 minutes until our time ended, and worried it would not happen in time, if at all.
She encouraged me to focus on the feeling, and that it would be alright if I could not climax, something I never told myself.

Ina few minutes, I sensed it would happen and told her so. I lifted my shirt and aimed the head at my stomach. As she watched intently, I erupted with a force I had felt in so long.

Weeks of pent-up frustration were finally released, leaving my chest and belly coated. Katie handed me a box of tissues, stating that she had another box if needed. Once I cleaned up the best I could, we chatted until the time was up.

During the next week, I wondered what she would so, or do when I saw her again.