A Unique Therapy

"But we can't do that if you're completely closed off to the idea," Fiona said quickly. "If you are dead-set against any kind of same-sex encounter, than I'm not sure we can do much for you. That's why you really need to think this through."

Steve and Emily leaned back into the couch and both almost simultaneously emptied their wine glasses. They looked at each other, neither certain of the other's preference and unwilling to say anything in the absence of greater insight into the other's thoughts.

"Look, take some time, consider it closely. We don't generally do much more than talk on the first session," Roger said. "Steve, you especially need to think about it. Society, over the past few years, has become increasingly comfortable with women exploring their bisexuality, but for men, there's still a lot of macho bullshit that has to be overcome. Sorry to be blunt, but that's how I feel about it."

Emily turned to her husband and took both his hands in hers. "Could you maybe just give us a few minutes to talk about it?"

"Certainly." Roger and Fiona stood and headed into their kitchen. Emily looked into her husband's eyes.

"Okay, I know this seems difficult, even weird. But I think they have some good points. I hadn't thought about it, but they were right, it's not like I hated the physical aspects of what we did that night. I'm willing to work on it and honestly, I think I could get past the baggage, as they put it. But I'm not going to bother if you aren't interested in pursuing this. I'll understand if you don't want to, but I don't know what else to do. These feelings aren't going to go away."

Steve sighed and looked around the room as if the answer to his dilemma might be found somewhere in plain sight. "I don't know..I mean, well...it's not like I didn't do that stuff I told you about as a teenager, when my buddy and I used to jack off together watching my dad's old porn tapes."

Emily remembered him telling her about those teenage incidents, but had not thought about them in connection to their current problem. But perhaps it showed a greater openness of mind than she'd supposed he had towards what they were doing. The possibility pleased her and even excited her a little.

"Look," he continued. "I love you and while it will be difficult, I'm willing to at least see what they can do."

Emily threw her arms around her husband and gave him a deep, hard kiss. "If I could come up with a good excuse for them, I'd take you upstairs and fuck you in the first bedroom we find."

"Honestly, I'm not sure they would be bothered by that," said a smiling Steve. "Let's tell them of our decision."

Emily got up and headed toward the kitchen, calling out to the Crowns that she and Steve had made up their minds. Roger and Fiona appeared in the doorway, questioning expressions on their faces.

"We're in," Steve said, standing up and smiling. "What do we do?"

"Well, if you want to start now, we can go down to our home theater room. We generally like to show new clients some videos that former clients have helped us make, give them a sense that real people, as you say Steve, can take great pleasure in such relationships."

Emily and Steve followed their hosts through a picture-lined hallway and then down a short flight of stairs into what was obviously a converted basement. A massive flat screen television dominated one wall and facing it were two loveseats, angled slightly so that their occupants could watch both the screen and the other couch with almost equal ease. Along the far wall was a bar with shelves full of liquor bottles behind it.

"Please, take a seat." Roger gestured to one of the couches and Steve and Emily sat down, while Roger and Fiona took the other. Fiona picked up a remote and with a few taps of some buttons, dimmed the lights, turned on the television and started up a video that was already keyed up to go.

"These are all real people, friends and former clients, who agreed to make these videos in the hope of helping others. I must ask that if you were to recognize anyone in them, please respect their privacy," Roger said in a firm tone.

"Of course," Emily said. "We would never say anything to anyone."

Of course not, thought Steve, because how would we explain how we came to view them, but he did not articulate this thought. Instead, he nuzzled up close to his wife and watched as the screen glowed to life and the image of a bedroom, a real bedroom and not some cheap porn studio, came into view. Seated on a large bed were two women and a man, all appearing to be in their mid-40s. One woman had short, straight brown hair, medium sized breasts and wide hips. The second had longer, wavy blonde hair with larger breasts. Neither was model skinny or particularly hard bodied; they were real women with real bodies, soft swelling bellies and fleshy thighs that to Steve looked warm and inviting. Both had trimmed their pubic areas, although neither was bare. The man was likewise slightly overweight and lacked much in the way of muscles, but he still had most of his graying hair. His dick was average length and girth, Steve guessed.

"Well baby, this is your birthday treat," the blonde woman told him. "What would you like us to do for you?"

"How about you and Anne just start with a warm-up makeout session and I'll join in when I'm ready."

"Oooh, that sounds fun," Anne, the brown-haired woman said, then reached over and embraced her female companion. They pulled each other into an obviously passionate kiss, their tongues sliding back and forth through their parted lips. After a minute or so of watching them kiss, the man moved behind Anne and began to fondle her breasts while kissing her neck.

Emily was fascinated by the scene. She'd seen a few porn flicks over the years and they'd never done much for her, but these were real people, they could be her neighbors or the owners of businesses she frequented, and the idea that they were happily engaging in such activities aroused her more than any adult film could. She loved how Anne and the blonde, whose named turned out to be Melissa, were so happily kissing and fondling each other's bodies. She grew hornier still when she saw that they had begun to finger each other. Then they pulled back and lay down side-by-side, and Adam, who Roger had told them was Melissa's husband and Anne's boss, scooted down and began to lick first his wife's pussy then his employee's, switching from one to the other as the two women kissed. At Adam's direction, his wife moved to all fours and he positioned himself to fuck her doggy style while Anne slid beneath her. From there, Anne alternately licked Adam's cock and Melissa's pussy while Melissa licked and sucked on Anne's cunt. It wasn't long before both women came, at which point Adam lay Anne down on the bed and mounted her missionary style while his wife lay next to her, playing with her tits and kissing both her and her husband as they fucked. After a few minutes, Adam switched to fucking his wife while Anne played with Melissa's tits and it was in this position that Adam climaxed, his body shaking as he came in his wife. Afterward, the three lay together, kissing and gently fondling each other.

By the time the scene was over, Steve's cock was rock hard, and Emily was almost shivering with lust. All the talk upstairs about their sex life and their efforts to solve the problem had been forgotten as she slid a hand onto Steve's thigh and began stroking him suggestively, forgetting that the Crowns were sitting just a few feet away. Fiona, watching from the corner of her eye, was pleased to see that Emily's reaction had been positive, to say the least.

"So tell me, Emily," she asked softly, pausing the video. "Did it seem as if Melissa and Anne enjoyed themselves?"

"Very much so," Emily replied. "Had they been lovers long before this was filmed?"

"No. Anne and her husband, Ted, had come to us about six months before this was filmed and Anne had been with a few women since then. Adam and Melissa came to us as neophytes to same-sex play. This was only Melissa's second time with a woman, just a week after Adam and she completed our time with them. Both women are mothers of pre-teens and successful business executives. No one looking at them would realize they were capable of such passion and pleasure."

"Wow," was Emily's only response, and Fiona guessed that it would not be long before her new client was openly embracing a bisexual lifestyle. Before anyone else could say anything, the screen flickered back to life and a new scene began to unfold.



The setting was a different bedroom and the participants this time were two men and a woman. The men were fit and muscular, both in their mid-30s. One had short dark hair while the other had a blond crew cut. They lay on either side of a tall, curvy woman with large breasts, wide hips and thick black hair cascading down over her shoulders. Her bush was equally thick and black. As the scene opened, she was swapping kisses with one man and then the other.

"The woman is Patti and her husband is Carl, the man with the crew cut. The other is Owen, a divorced friend of theirs," Roger said. "Patti and Carl came to us a couple of years ago. Patti very much wanted to expand their horizons. She has identified as bisexual all of her life and they'd had threesomes with other women over the years. She was becoming very frustrated that Carl was unwilling to reciprocate by allowing a second man to join them and it was really straining their marriage. I worked closely with Carl for about a month, and a month after our last session, he met Owen and invited him over as a surprise to Patti. This was shot several months after that first encounter, as they play with Owen often."

"I see," said Steve, watching mesmerized as Patti began jacking off each of the men as they licked and sucked on her breasts. Suddenly, Patti straddled Owen while Carl moved behind her and began playing with her breasts. Patti alternated between leaning forward to kiss Owen and leaning back into Carl, turning her head so that they could also kiss. After several minutes, she told Carl to lie down and moved from Owen to her husband. Owen then rose and moved out of the frame for a second. When he returned, he was carrying a bottle of lube, which he used to lubricate his already wet cock even more. He told Patti to stop while he squirted some of the oil into her anus and then moved to insert his cock into her, pushing gently past her little pink bud. The brunette gave a load moan and the three began to fuck in unison, both Carl and Owen running their hands across her body. Finally, after several minutes, Patti screamed in ecstasy and both men, who had apparently been working hard to control their own orgasms, came as well. Afterward, they collapsed onto the bed and the two men began to kiss and fondle Patti.

In the viewing room, during a brief period of silence on the video, Emily could clearly be heard whispering to Steve "I want that!" The Crowns smiled, but gave no indication that they'd heard her.

"Now this I wanted you to see, Steve, because it's an example of two men who don't necessarily have to be all that involved with each other to pleasure the woman," Roger said. "Another thing I wanted to point out is that Carl is a state police officer and Owen runs his own martial arts studio. That's how they met; Owen helps provide ongoing training for the state police. So you see this idea that you are less of a man by engaging in such activities, well, I dare you to say that to either of them. And although this video doesn't show it, Owen and Carl have been much more intimate with each other on other occasions."

"Really?" said Steve a little surprised, realizing as he did so that asking the question meant he too was guilty of buying into the false assumption that real men didn't do such things.

The next scene showed two couples together in what looked like a hotel suite equipped with two queen beds. It had been shot with two cameras and edited so that the views alternated between one bed and the other. Two couples could be seen. One featured a short, pudgy red-headed woman with large breasts and long, wavy hair. Her husband was likewise somewhat overweight but also muscular, with broad shoulders and thick arms. He had a short, thick cock and as the scene began, another man was kneeling on one of the beds, deep throating him while the redhead, on the other bed, was being eaten out by a woman. The other man and woman were Roger and Fiona.

"Yes, that's us," said Fiona laughing. "It didn't seem fair to show others and not ourselves. These are friends of ours that we play with a lot, Greg and Laura."

Steve and Emily said nothing, just stared fixedly at the screen as Roger and Fiona pleasured their friends, whose moans and gasps clearly showed how skilled their hosts were. After a few minutes, Roger released Greg's cock and began kissing his way up his friend's body until the two men began passionately kissing while gently tugging each other's dicks. On the other bed, Fiona had moved up to Laura's breasts, moving from one to the other while Greg's wife stared fixedly at the two men. She clearly loved watching her husband and Roger together. She was only able to tear her eyes from them when Fiona took her chin in one hand and turned her face so that the two women could kiss.

Finally, the two women joined their husbands, forcing them apart and laying them so that each man's face was next to the other's groin. For a few minutes, Roger and Greg took advantage of this placement to orally pleasure each other while Fiona and Laura watched, fingers playing in each other's pussies. Clearly both women had strong voyeuristic tendencies. Finally, however, they pulled their men apart and forced them flat on the bed. Then Fiona mounted Greg while Laura straddled Roger. The women began to bounce up and down on the hard cocks while, in a remarkable display of balance, leaned forward and embraced each other so that they could make out while riding each other's husband. Laura was the first to climax, followed closely by Fiona. Once she had, Roger and Greg took charge, flipping the women over and lining them up doggy style, allowing them to fuck the women while occasionally swapping intense, firm kisses themselves. When both men had climaxed, the women moved so that they could eat each other out, licking and sucking their own husband's cum from their friend's sopping cunt.

Halfway through the final scene, Steve had to grasp Emily's wrist to prevent her from fondling his rock-hard cock out of fear that he was about to cum in his underwear. He was thankful when the television shut off and the lights came back on. She was thankful he'd gotten so stiff watching that particular scene.

"Well, there you have it, proof that some everyday normal people like engaging in bisexual activities. Just so you know, Greg is a contractor and Laura is a middle-school teacher," Roger said. "And none of them are ashamed of what they do, or they wouldn't have allowed us to film them. Of course, they don't flaunt it either."

"So, if we, I don't know, graduate, I guess, do you think we would be able to meet some of these people?" Emily asked.

Fiona smiled. "Did you see someone you liked?"

"Well, yeah. Patti and Carl are pretty hot. Well, they all were really," she said, blushing a little.

"Hey, what about us"" said Roger in a mockingly hurt voice. "We don't rate special mention?"

Emily laughed. "Well, I was sort of hoping that playing with you two was a given, you know, part of the therapy."

"I think you can count on that dear," Fiona said, giving Emily an inviting smile, which she was pleased to see Emily quickly return. Only Steve seemed to still be hesitant, although the tenting in his trousers was evidence that some aspects of the evening had certainly aroused him.

"So, what's the next step," he asked.

"Go home," Roger said. "Think about what we've discussed, what you've seen, whether this seems like the solution to your problem. Most importantly, be honest with yourselves and each other. If you don't want to pursue this, we understand. It's not for everyone."

"Has anyone ever backed out," Emily asked.

"Honestly, I'd rather not say. I don't want to influence you one way of the other," Roger replied.

The Ballantines stood up and Roger and Fiona walked them to the door. Fiona and Emily exchanged kisses on the cheek while Roger and Steve exchanged handshakes before saying their good nights. Once in the car, Emily pulled Steve into a deep, long hard kiss.

"We need to get home. I need to fuck," she said breathily.

As they pulled away, Roger and Fiona watched them go; then retreated upstairs, where they quickly shed their clothes and hopped into bed and into each other's arms.

For their part, Steve and Emily had barely closed the front door before clothes began flying off. They made it only as far as the living room couch before Emily shoved her husband down and lowered herself onto his cock. She had barely fucked him for thirty seconds before he exploded into her.

"Sorry babe, I was just too primed," he said, pulling her off and quickly kneeling between her legs. Despite having just deposited a load of cum in her, he quickly began to lap up his jizz and her juices as he attacked her pussy with his tongue and lips. She lasted no longer than he did before screaming out as a powerful orgasm tore through her. They retreated upstairs where, after a brief recovery time, they had a second, longer and gentler but still equally satisfying fuck.

"Well, what do you think?" Emily asked, stroking her husband's chest after they'd each had their second orgasm of the evening. "Are you up for going back?"

"Yeah, yeah I am," Steve said without hesitation. "Maybe it was seeing the cop, or watching Roger and that contractor making out, but yeah, I pretty sure I can do this. Does that make me less of a man?"

He looked at her, somewhat abashed at having made the confession. Despite knowing it was what she wanted, he was worried how it would affect her view of him. But he needn't have.

"Baby," Emily said, lifting her head up to kiss him. "Knowing you'll do this for me, for us, makes you more of a man in my eyes, not less. I love you so much."

He smiled at her. "I love you too, baby. I'd do anything for you."