Counselor Cuckold 2
Pammy Perkins
Copyright 2012 Pammy Perkins
Smashwords Edition
As dawn broke, the glow of orange light poured in through the white cotton curtains of Natalie’s window, glimmering on her exposed breasts and pouring down into a pool on her pink satin sheets. She awoke to find that her husband had already left for work.
It had become a habit of his to abandon their new home during the day and return at night, too exhausted to give Natalie any sexual attention. Natalie’s plan to leave her husband and seek out the sexual attention she desired had almost come to fruition. However, Natalie’s visit to the marriage counselor the previous day changed all that.
She didn’t know what overcame her at that consultation, but her urge to become the counselor’s personal fuck thing to spite her husband consumed her. She loved the excitement of making her husband jealous when he called her phone as Dr. Kent was taking her anal virginity in his consulting office. However, while he was humiliated by the experience, John’s confession of finding the entire situation strangely arousing relit the spark of their marriage, and Natalie’s newfound sexual desire to fuck other men had redefined their relationship into one of openness and sexual freedom from what had previously felt like a prison. Her husband was so turned from hearing her sexcapade over the phone that he fucked her raw ass as soon as he got home, still wet and slippery with Dr. Kent’s milky discharge.
Natalie reached her arms out as she stretched her back, letting out a sigh as her golden locks shimmered in the sunlight and fell to her breast. She was still sore from the vigorous fucking she’d taken the day before while she was down on all four in Dr. Kent’s office. Thinking about the whole ordeal was making her leak her own juices. She was covered in the scents of Dr. Kent’s cologne and her husband’s sweat, and the realization that she had just been fucked by two men in the same day was turning her on even more.
It was only eight in the morning and Dr. Kent would be arriving at her house late in the afternoon to give her some more of his giant cock. Her husband had hinted that he may come home early—she hoped he would arrive early enough to witness her being taken by the counselor.
Natalie threw the covers off her naked body and sauntered to the bathroom. She twisted the knob on the shower to the highest temperature and stepped into the tub, indulging in the cleansing stream as it formed trickles and droplets all over her lightly tanned skin. She doused a slick cherry-scented body wash over the palms of her hands and glided them over her smooth hips, along her slender arms, and around her silky breasts, making her rosy buds spring to life.
As she rinsed the suds off of her body under the steaming flow, her hands wandered down between her legs where her husband’s cum was seeping out of her pussy and mixing with Dr. Kent’s, which lined her back and ass. It had been dried, but was becoming sticky under the moisture and heat of the shower. She smothered two fingers between the folds of her pussy and back up into her ass cheeks, creating a mixture of water and the two men’s semen, and glided them into her pussy, letting out a long, moaning sigh. She pumped her fingers in and out, using a free hand to manipulate her little pink nub into sending out waves of immense pleasure. She imagined her husband walking in on her and the doctor fucking, feeling incompetent but aroused at the sight of her being forcefully fucked by his new rival.
Just as the thought entered her head, Natalie’s pussy began to tighten around her fingers as her ecstasy built at the stem of her clit and traveled up her nether regions. She gasped, her orgasm overtaking her as it sent her into a fit of shivering spasms, each sending a strong yet successively weakening pulse from her spine down to her toes.
Natalie was now dripping her own fluids from her gushing orgasm, but she continued to fantasize about how the upcoming night would transpire. She plugged the bath’s drain and unhooked the removable shower head from its holster above her head and allowed it to retract into the wall just above the top of the tub. The water rose around her ankles and up to her knees. She slunk down so that her body was submerged beneath the water’s surface, keeping her back propped up against the tile wall. She shut off the water just as the surface tension broke underneath her breasts. The quiet stillness of the morning consumed her. She sighed and began to relax to the sound of birds chirping outside the open window.