Ingrid Ch. 02

This is very much a continuation of Chapter one. I have tried to put enough background in it to stand alone, but it will work better for you if you have read Chapter one first.

It was not a quickie. Not anything like a quickie.

Ingrid Larsen, a sex therapist, was sitting in her Berkeley office watching Brenda and Larry Halversteen, have glorious sex. The session started with the patients flirting but progressed through stages to openly fucking on the couch in her office.

Getting her patients to a mental state which allowed them to engage in such sex was of course what she was being paid for, and she was pleased with their progress. However, Ingrid's husband Scott had been away for three weeks. Watching her patients seduce each other in her office had aroused Ingrid. She couldn't remember when she had been this horny. As they slowly disrobed each other, progressing from flirting to fucking on the couch before her, Ingrid couldn't resist slowly following their lead, so that by the time they were reaching a climax she was nearly naked and openly masturbating as she watched them. Ingrid was just as horny as her patients.

When Brenda had recovered from her first climax of the day, she looked at Ingrid and asked if she wanted to replace her on her Larry's still rigid prick.

Ingrid agonized. This was so wrong in so many ways, but eventually she relented saying, "Okay, but just a quickie," as she stood and peeled off her skirt, leaving her naked. But it wasn't a quickie, not anything like a quickie.

It was approaching 5:30 in the afternoon as Ingrid parked her Lexus in the driveway of her home in the Berkeley Hills. She had planned to be home from the one-hour appointment at least three hours earlier. The 'quickie' she had permitted herself with the Halversteens had lasted for several hours before the lustful couple finally ran out of energy and departed, leaving Ingrid sitting in her disheveled office, naked, a little dazed, but not yet satiated. She had quickly pulled on some clothes and headed home to her husband who had returned late the night before from a business trip to Norway.

She found Scott sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine and a lap top computer before him. He leaned back in his chair and looked her over from top to bottom. Ingrid did not look her usual professional self. Her hair was disheveled, as was her make-up, her mascara and lipstick smeared. Her clothing was wrinkled and consisted only of her skirt and the matching jacket that went with it. In her haste to dress she had left her bra, panties, and even her blouse on the floor of her office and improperly aligned the buttons on her jacket. And she was barefoot.

Scott said, "Hej min kära ('hello my love,' in Ingrid's native Swedish)." He had been practicing that line all afternoon, awaiting her return.

Ingrid responded with something in Swedish that Scott didn't understand. His attempt at trying to use Ingrid's native language had failed again.

He laughed and then paused, appraising her disheveled state. "That was a rather lengthy counseling session you had today, wasn't it?" he asked, changing the subject completely.

Even though she was expecting Scott's question, Ingrid hadn't prepared a good answer. "Uhm . . . Yes . . . yes, it was . . . and . . . Uhm . . . Oh, I could really use a drink," she responded. Okay, step one, she thought. Complete honesty, even if it didn't quite reach full disclosure. It had been a long session, and she did need a drink.

Scott smiled and pushed the open bottle of wine toward her saying, "Get yourself a glass and join me. I'm writing one of my Loving Wives stories for Literotica." Scott occasionally dabbled in erotic short fiction as a hobby. He particularly enjoyed the Loving Wives category because of its focus on adulterous spouses and couples with open relationships, like his and Ingrid's. He was also often amused by the angst filled comments generated by his straightforward tales of wifely adultery.

"Really? I would love to hear it," she said, delaying her further explanation of what she had been doing all afternoon.

Scott watched in silence as she stretched to reach for a wine glass on the top shelf of the cupboard. He felt a surge of lust as her effort exposed more of her long legs. Ingrid took her time pushing her broad ass out towards Scott intending that it have its usual effect. Scott licked his lips. He loved her ass. As she walked back across the kitchen, he noticed the wobble of her unrestrained breasts. He could feel his cock starting to grow.

"Hmm, yes," he said. "But the story is not ready yet."

"Sure. Okay."

Ingrid loved to read Scott's erotica as a prelude to having sex with him. But she was in no need of that today. Her libido had been on a low boil during most of Scott's three-week absence. Even with her afternoon's debauchery with the Halversteens, her libido was in no need of encouragement. She walked across the kitchen, her big tits swinging beneath the barely buttoned jacket she wore. When she reached the table she leaned forward, giving Scott a good view of her braless tits and poured herself a generous glass of wine. She quickly tossed it down, before sitting in a chair alongside the table and holding her glass out for a refill.

"So, tell me more about your counseling session today," Scott said. "It was for a pair of your sex therapy patients, wasn't it? Those patients frequently provide great material for my stories." As Scott leaned forward holding the bottle of wine to refill her glass, he smiled lewdly and asked, "Was this perhaps a 'hands on' session?"

Ingrid laughed, leaning forward to hold her glass out. "Very hands on. You know me too well." More honesty she thought, as Scott refilled her glass. She released a button on her jacket revealing more of her breasts.

"Umm, yes," Scott said, licking his lips. "You do have great tits my dear." She released another button and a few moments later her tits fell out of her jacket as she reached forward for the wine bottle to refill her glass yet again.

"Oh, you think so?" she said, switching to her lilting Swedish accent. She did that on purpose knowing her accent would always arouse Scott.

"What a coincidence," she said. "Snake likes them also."

"Snake?"

"Oh yes, Snake. I forgot you wouldn't know about him. Snake is a nickname that Brenda Halversteen uses for her husband Larry. His fraternity brothers came up with it because . . . well you know."

"Well, no, I can't say that I do know. Can I assume that Brenda and Snake were your patients in your extended counseling session this afternoon?"

"Yes, they were, and Snake refers to Larry's appendage."

"You mean his cock?"

"Yes . . . "Ingrid paused while she took another long pull on her wine. She was beginning to feel it now . . . "Hmm yes, Larry's cock. It's really quite something." She drank more wine, her mind replaying an image of Snake's lurid cock.

"I see." Scott was toying with her now, drawing her story out a little at a time, pretending not to be interested when he really wanted to know: Just how big was this cock his wife had spent her afternoon with? He wasn't feeling jealous--just aroused. After all he had his own tale to tell Ingrid about the accountant he had bedded while in Stavanger.

"And Brenda is so cute about it. She never knew about this nickname until it came out in one of our counseling sessions. Now she calls him Snake all the time. She also refers to his cock as 'the snake.' It gets a little confusing on the tape." Ingrid always made a tape recording of her counseling sessions. As Ingrid spoke, she shed her top completely. Scott observed the splashes of dried cum on her tits in silence.

"And are you going to let me listen to the tape?" Scott asked. "I think this must be a good one." Ingrid occasionally shared the tapes of some of her juicer sex counseling sessions with Scott. Strictly against the rules of course, but it frequently gave him ideas for hie erotic stories. It also made him horny, something Ingrid benefited immensely from.

"Oh, it's a classic. A true classic," Ingrid responded. "And I might let you hear it . . . if you're a good boy. But it's several hours long and right now I would rather just tell you about it. But first, could you open another bottle of wine. I had a long afternoon."

"I can see that," Scott said, thinking of the dried cum on her tits. When he stood and walked across the kitchen, the lump beneath his running shorts was bobbing lewdly. Planning for an afternoon and evening with Ingrid he had not bothered with an undergarment, so the boner the conversation was causing was raising a large and obvious tent in the shorts. Ingrid watched him in silence, licking her lips. She felt fully recovered from her afternoon romp with the Halversteens and wanted nothing more than to spend some serious time with that big cock. Scott's now fully erect cock was shorter than the snake, but considerably bigger around. When he returned with the newly opened bottle, he leaned over Ingrid's shoulder to refill her wine glass and then as he stood up, he dragged the cold wet bottle across each of her nipples.

"Skit!" she screamed in Swedish, surprised by the cold on the first nipple. When he dragged the bottle across the other nipple, she moaned in lust, "Din jävel (You bastard)."

Scott laughed at her as he walked to the other side of the table. His command of Swedish was very limited except when it came to swearing and sex talk. "Your tits look so much better with the nipples swollen," he said, as he sat down and refilled his glass.

"Oh, is that what you think you dirty boy?" Inga said. She was now massaging and pulling on the nipple of each of her boobs. They were a bit tender after her afternoon with the Halversteens, but it still felt good.

"Yes, I do," Scott responded. He was using one hand to massage his erect cock through the lightweight fabric of his running shorts. "But let's not get carried away here. I want to hear about Brenda and Snake and about 'the snake.' First tell me what they looked like. Are they attractive people? Would I stop and look back if I passed Brenda on the street?"

"Oh definitely," Ingrid said smiling. "You met them several weeks ago at the fund raiser at Berkeley Rep. They are both relatively short with dark hair."

"Oh, yes. I remember. He was perhaps 5-8 or 5-9, with dark curly unkempt hair and a couple of days beard.

"She was short, 5-3 or 5-4," he continued. "She had the most delicious looking plump, round hips and a narrow little waist. And she had a very nice set of breasts that were threatening to fall out of her dress, and oh yes, thick dark hair in kind of a pixie cut. Brown eyes, I think. No, no they were blue, weren't they? Rather striking with her dark hair. And oh yes very nice full lips with bright red lipstick. Yes, I remember them."

"Yes, you remember a lot, at least about Brenda, you dirty boy."

Scott smiled and shrugged in response as he took another sip of wine. Then he said, "But I couldn't see 'the snake' of course. Tell me about it."

"In due time. All in due time. But just sit and listen for now and try not to make that cock you are stroking squirt." It was a little disingenuous of Ingrid to criticize Scott's masturbation

when she was doing the same thing. "First some background," she said:

"The Halversteens were a typical sexually repressed couple when they came to our first session. I sent them home with my usual list of dirty words to use, told them to walk around naked, and to masturbate in front of each other."

"All the usual, Scott intervened. "And I suppose you told them to keep being naked and masturbating after the second session?"

"Yes, and I also told them to get each other off manually. They had made good progress after the first session. But the important part of the second session was that I learned about the snake and Larry's nick name. I also learned they had had a difficult marriage night, largely because Brenda was a virgin. And because of the size of the snake, of course They had been afraid to seriously undertake sex for several years since. I explained that her pain and bleeding as a virgin shouldn't be an ongoing concern.

"When they came back for the today's session there had been some significant changes. Instead of sitting at opposite ends of my couch they sat next to each other, thighs in contact, and holding hands. They told me how they had not only masturbated each other but had quickly moved forward to oral sex and full intercourse in a variety of positions. They apparently had quite a week, except for Friday when Brenda's parents had come to visit for an overnight stay while repairs were made on their home. That was why they rescheduled to Saturday and why they were so horny when they showed up.

"As they told me their story they began flirting and moved quickly to outright sexual molestation. It wasn't long before Brenda was stroking Larry's obviously growing erection and he had his hand under her dress stroking her sex.

"Right there in your office?" Scott asked.

"Yes."

"And this is where you asked them how they felt about what they were doing?" he asked with a touch of sarcasm.

"Of course, and it was everything I wanted to hear--excited, aroused, thrilled. All the emotions I was seeking to cause. Remember, their complaint when they came to me was that their sex life was boring. So, I certainly couldn't tell them to stop, could I?"

Scott laughed. "No, I can see that you couldn't do that. When you've successfully turned a nearly asexual couple into perverts, you don't want to tell them to stop."

Ingrid smiled, "Yup, that's for sure."

"And how were you feeling about this?" he asked.

Ingrid laughed. "You know damn well how I was feeling. You had been away for three weeks. I was aroused. Just plan horny. Oh, and incidentally, I felt good about their progress, but mostly I was horny." She returned to describing the afternoon:

"I could feel my pussy lips getting wet and I'm sure they could see my swollen nipples through my blouse. It was warm in the office, and I had shed my jacket before they arrived. I think that is where things began to get out of control. They could see I was aroused. For a while we just chatted about the sex they had engaged in since our last session. Their descriptions were graphic and arousing. While we talked, they watched me cross and uncross my legs and they stared at my swelling nipples. When I'm horny it feels good to cross and recross my legs like that. Honestly Scott, more than anything else I wanted to see just how big the snake in Larry's trousers really was.

"That was when Brenda asked me if I wanted to see it. She said Larry thought I would want to."

"And you said yes?"

Ingrid nodded her head.

"Very naughty," Scott said.

"Yes,' Ingrid agreed with a lewd smile.

"When Brenda first pulled his pants and undergarment out of the way, his cock was hanging down alongside his leg, not yet fully erect. It was just fucking huge Scott. It really did look like a long snake. I sat mesmerized as Brenda stroked the snake and it grew until it was sticking straight out from his groin, it's head angry and red." Ingrid licked her lips as she remembered.

And what were you doing as the snake was unveiled?" Scott asked.

"Agonizing about how improper all this was and how I should tell them to stop."

"But you didn't, did you?" he asked.

"Oh Scott, you'd been away for so long and I was so fucking horny. No, I didn't tell them to stop.

I'll skip some of the details, but soon I had removed my blouse and bra and was holding out my tits out to them and rubbing my nipples. Brenda had said Snake wanted to see them.

"Like you are now?" Scott asked.

Ingrid nodded, smiling, and continued with her story:

"You can hear the detail on the tape later, but after a lot of mutual masturbation among the three of us, Brenda said she wanted to show me how she fucked Snake the first time after they had opened things up. I looked at them, knowing damn well I should tell them to stop. Instead, I agreed. They quickly stood and stripped off their remaining clothes. As they positioned themselves on the couch, I stripped off my panties and pushed my dress up around my waist, any semblance of restraint on my part gone. Snake was lying on his back with his enormous cock jutting up in the air . . ."

"Wait," Scott interrupted. "Just how big was this cock?"

"Hmm. I didn't really measure it, at least not with a ruler. But my guess was that it was at least 8 inches and maybe as much at 10 inches long. But it was kind of thin, sort of like a telephone pole," she giggled and repeated herself in Swedish, "Yah a 'telefonstolpe,' just that. Not nearly as thick as that bludgeon you carry around, dear."

"Oh, okay. Just a 'telefonstolpe.' Go on," Scott said, apparently mollified for now.

"Where was I? Oh yes Brenda climbed on him, her knees astride his hips, and then slowly lowered herself down on him. On to his telefonstolpe." Ingrid giggled again at the odd sounding Swedish word dropped into an English conversation about a big dick. "It took her a few minutes to adjust to his length," Ingrid continued. "But then they spent the next 15 minutes fucking ferociously. When she finally came she was loud and obscene. It was way more erotic than any porn video I've ever seen."

"And you?" Scott asked. "What were you doing all this time. Not taking notes, I hope."

Ingrid laughed. "No, not taking notes:

"I had my legs spread obscenely, and I was masturbating furiously with three fingers in my cunt. I was close to climaxing myself. "

"And then?" Scott asked.

Ingrid smiled. That's when I totally lost control--of my patients and myself.

"When Brenda climaxed, she collapsed forward on Snake. I could still see his gleaming fully erect cock easing slowly out of her cunt. I confess Scott, I really wanted that cock, even for just a quickie. Brenda lay there on Snake's chest crying for a long time. Some women occasionally have that kind of emotional release after a good climax. When she recovered, she sat up and looked at me with a gleam in her eyes. She was looking directly at me, watching as I slowly stroked my pussy. Then she asked if I wanted to fuck her husband? She said she and Snake both wanted me to fuck him and that she wanted to watch me do it.

"So tempting. So, so tempting to just drop my remaining garment and replace Brenda on the snake that was now standing tall and erect from Snake's groin. Brenda slowly stroked the gleaming member, telling, me. 'Really Doctor Larsen. We know you want to. And Snake has been telling me for two days how much he would like to fuck you. Haven't you Snake'?

"Snake nodded."

" 'And I want to sit in your chair masturbating as I watch you fuck my husband. Just like you were watching us. I know you want to know what it's like to fuck this big cock.' She waived it at me. 'And I want to know what it's like to watch someone fucking Snake'."

"I sat in lust filled indecision. Everything Brenda had said was true. I did want to fuck that big cock, but . . . It would be so wrong in so many ways. First there was there was the matter of an undoubtedly horny husband waiting at home for me after his three week business trip . . . of course we did have an open marriage, but still . . .and then there was the question of how enjoying a romp on Snake's cock would violate all the rules my professional association as a sex therapist governed itself by . . . but then so had much of what had already occurred in there in my office during the afternoon when I failed to intervene as my patients gradually seduced and disrobed each other . . . and I had joined them in disrobing and masturbating while I watched them. All of that was so wrong under my professional standards. Not good, not good at all, I thought, but . . . perhaps . . . perhaps, just a quickie. It really wouldn't be going much further than I had already gone, and . . . that long gleaming cock of Snake's looked so good. Sure, why not I thought, my brain completely replaced by the lust emanating from my loins.