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Pleasure Spots: Anal Education

byHeyAll©

As she lounged in her chic downtown office, which she customized herself, Vanessa stared at her favorite client.

That client was Dr. Morgan Latrell. A sex therapist. A young, fashionable and hip one at that, who was fun, charming, and brought in lots of revenue. Isn't that every professional's dream client? She even wore those unnecessary thick framed glasses for added effect.

They often had the weirdest discussions in that office in their years of knowing each other. But today was supposed to be about business. Vanessa was a literary agent and the hot doctor had a new book in the works.

"Okay, now seriously," Morgan said, calming down from the laughter they shared. "My manuscript, what do you think so far?"

"Well, the good news is I've been in close contact with the publisher, and they think..."

Morgan playfully tsked her finger, before pointing at her agent. "No, no. I want to know what you think. The publisher is going to sell it anyway. I want some honest feedback from you."

"It's good," Vanessa said curtly.

"That's all? It's good? That means you hate it."

"No, I think it's great. It'll be helpful for a lot of people."

"You're my target audience," Morgan replied. "A married woman in her sexual prime. So come on, tell me what you really think. Would you ever use any of the tips?"

Vanessa couldn't help but glance at her bookshelf. It was filled with books written by clients of hers. Modern day literature. Best sellers. Some, she considered to be masterpieces. One of which was being developed as a movie with a famous Hollywood actor (a small independent movie, but a movie nonetheless...)

Those books are Vanessa's pride and joy, helping people achieve their dreams and bringing great writing to the world. She could certainly talk about those books for hours on end. Anything ranging from plot points, her feelings on them, as well as the marketing and business side of things.

But now she was dealing with a sex manual. One with an eye catching name:

Pleasure Spots: 15 Delights for Every Couple by Dr. Morgan Latrell.

Sure, Vanessa was proud to represent such a book and present them to the publisher. After all, previous books by Dr. Latrell had made good profits, and most importantly, have helped thousands of couples around the world achieve a better sex life.

But frankly, discussing these topics were enough to make her blush. Especially when the Pleasure Spots book was laced with explicit sexual acts.

Nevertheless, she answered. "I honestly think it's a great book. I'm positive it'll help plenty of couples."

"Do you find the tips to be practical?"

"Sure, of course."

Morgan smiled, "Which?"

"Most of them, anyway."

"Don't be shy," Morgan pried further. "What was your favorite chapter? I bet it was the oral sex instructional, wasn't it? Have you used any of those tips on your husband?"

Vanessa gave a short sigh. "Yes and yes."

"Oh my. Naughty girl. But I'm glad they were useful to you. Those were skills I've acquired over a very long career."

"Okay, I get it, you're the Liam Neeson of giving blowjobs," Vanessa quipped. "Good for you. Now let's get back to business. You know, the reason you're here today."

"This is part of business. It's part of the book. I still need to work on the prologue and epilogue. Something that'll tie the book together."

Vanessa thought for a moment. "That's true. Why not just a re-do of your last book? Say what you've learned in the past few years and how it'll help couples succeed."

"Too repetitive. Besides, that information is all over my website and blog. I need something else."

"How about interviews with some of your biggest clients?" Vanessa offered. "It'll add a personal touch to the story."

Morgan smiled, "You're a genius!"

"I try. Thanks."

"Speaking of which, you don't seem comfortable with all the topics in my book. At least that's the impression I'm getting."

Vanessa flashed a puzzled expression. "What's this got to do with anything?"

"It's totally relevant. And I'm curious. So, tell me. Which part doesn't jibe with you?"

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Morgan insisted. "Answer the question."

"The anal sex chapter seemed a bit...off...to me. From my perspective, anyway. It seemed like you painted too much of a rosy picture."

A sly grin suddenly appeared on the lips of Dr. Latrell. "I think I've just found what I'm looking for."

"Oh no," Vanessa replied, shaking her head. "You're not dragging me into this."

"You're perfect. Get that, perfect, for what I'm looking for. You're married, cynical, and full of doubt that this will work. Exactly the kind of person I'm looking to convert."

Vanessa shot a mean glance, which wasn't scaring anyone. "First of all, this would damage my reputation as a respectable literary agent if everyone knows what I do with my butt. Secondly, my butt is off limits."

"No one is going to know. It'll be anonymous. Or I'll give you a pseudonym. Problem solved on the privacy part."

"Fine, but I'm still not doing anything with my ass."

"Not even for your husband?"

"No way."

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Too well-endowed?"

"It's not the size. I'm just not comfortable doing it. End of story."

"Okay, fine. I won't press the issue anymore. But like I wrote in my book, first time anal makes a great gift for special occasions. And don't you have a wedding anniversary coming up soon?"

That dreaded social media. Why did I have to put that on my facebook? Why did I have to tweet about it? A one-year wedding anniversary isn't something to brag about. But these days, maybe it is.

"Believe me, Keith wouldn't be interested. He'd probably even turn it down."

Morgan roared with laughter. "A guy turning down anal sex? From his own wife as an anniversary gift? Too funny."

"What? It's true. He wouldn't be interested, unless I was adamant about it."

"Honey, I hate to break the news to you, but all men are interested in claiming a woman's asshole."

"You think so?"

"Most are, anyway," Morgan replied, then pretending to think. "Do I need to explain this? Hmmm...let's see. Well, men do love a tight hole. Also it's submissive, it's taboo, it shows ownership which plays to their egos, it..."

"Okay, okay. I don't need a list. But I doubt it's something Keith would be into."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because he's never asked. Trust me, I know him. If he wanted anything like that, he would have brought it to my attention."

"Don't forget you're talking to a sex therapist," Morgan reminded. "A high-educated one at that. It's common for people in healthy sexual relationships to keep things from their partner. It can be embarrassing. People don't want to be judged or risk offending their partner, no matter how loving the relationship is."

Obviously that was true. Everyone does have their secrets and their little fantasies or kinks. Vanessa certainly had a few minor fantasies that Keith didn't know about. That's normal. But anal? If Keith was interested in exploring that avenue, he would have asked her about it, surely?

"You're wrong," Vanessa said, partially to convince herself. "But I'm going to ask him anyway. Just to prove how wrong you actually are."

"And if I'm right?"

"If you're right, then you're right."

Morgan shook her head, smiling. "No, if I'm right, then you'll be the focus of my prologue and epilogue. What better subject than you? We'll have a blast doing this research together."

"Somehow, the thought of research and my anal virginity don't belong together."

"It should. And it will."

There was almost a playful giddiness to Dr. Latrell. As if the agent was now the perfect test subject.

***

Instead of cooking, Vanessa bought Chinese food on the way home. With the big question on her mind, the last thing she wanted to do was serve Keith her bland cooking. She needed to get things in the right mood, not that he'd be offended. This was more for her.

They ate and there was a feeling that she was distant. She nodded at everything he said, followed with the occasional 'uh huh.'

"Is everything okay?" he finally asked.

It was now or never. And it wasn't even such a big deal, right? Vanessa realized that she was blowing things way out of proportion and needed to end this once and for all.

"Anal sex. Yes or no?"

Keith was visibly taken aback. "Huh? Did I miss something?"

"Sorry for the bluntness," Vanessa replied, shaking her head. "I had the craziest day at work with a client. You remember Morgan Latrell, right?"

He smiled and nodded. That sex therapist was the reason Vanessa had suddenly become so amazing at oral sex. Porn star good! He resisted the urge to express his fawning admiration towards the doctor's work.

They had also met on several occasions, when Keith had been invited by his wife to various publishing events. If Keith had any idea the kinds of joy her writings would bring to his sex life, he'd have bought Dr. Latrell a pearl bracelet.

"How could I forget?" he continued smiling. "Of course I remember her. The lovely young therapist with the thick framed glasses."

Vanessa saw right through this. "Let's be honest, you don't care about those glasses. She's the author of that manuscript with all the oral sex techniques I've been using lately."

"Oh, right. That too."

"Anyway, she says that most guys secretly want anal sex with their partners, but are sometimes too afraid to ask. Can you believe it?"

He shrugged, "What's hard to believe about that?"

"So it's true," she replied, squinting her eyes. "At least for you, anyway."

"You're acting like this is some deviant secret. It's sex."

Vanessa playfully sighed, "Okay, I'm clearly overreacting, which I have a tendency of doing."

"But why?"

"Because I thought we were open about this stuff," she replied in earnest. "I guess I don't like the idea of us keeping things from each other, including our fantasies."

"I'm not going to cheat."

"I never said you were."

"But it seems like that's what you're implying," he said.

She held her hands up. "Okay, let's start over here. All I'm saying is that I'm surprised you never asked, if you wanted it."

"I knew you'd say no."

"How?"

"You're always open about your interests," he replied. "And you've never once mentioned anal sex. At any point. So, I didn't want to pester you about it or you'd think I'm a perv, which I am."

Keith added a light smile at the end to keep the mood light, which she appreciated. It allowed her to keep her guard down.

"Well, I'm glad we've cleared this up."

"Do you have any fantasies I don't know about?" he asked.

Vanessa tensed, hard. "This conversation is about you, not me."

"Don't do that. Let's hear it..."

She sighed, "I guess if I had one fantasy that you don't know about, it would be someone watching us have sex. You know, the whole exhibitionist/voyeur thing. I've always thought that would be kind of hot."

"Oh really," he replied, eyebrow raised. "And why haven't you mentioned this before?"

"For precisely this very reason. You're giving me that strange look, like I'm a perv."

"We're both perverts, apparently."

"Within reason," she clarified. "We're a normal, healthy loving couple."

"Exactly, with desires for anal sex and voyeurism."

"I guess that does make us perverts," she laughed. "Within reason of course."

"But since we're not pursuing this, it would also make us another sexually unfulfilled couple, doesn't it?"

She shot a death glare. "I do fulfill your desires. And you fulfill mine."

"But now we're admitting that we have other desires, that we didn't share before."

"So what are you saying? You want to fuck my ass?"

"That's a start."

Vanessa picked up a broccoli from her plate and threw it at her husband's face, which he caught and ate, thanking her for the nutritious vegetable. That bastard.

"You asked," he pointed out, chewing the food. "Besides, would it really be such a big deal?"

For some reason, Vanessa felt that she was at a crossroads in her marriage and sex life. If she didn't do this, then the thought of her husband being unsatisfied in some way, however immaterial, would always linger. If she did this, well, sex is sex. Besides, she could always stop if things got too painful, she figured.

"How would you feel about doing this for our anniversary?" she asked.

"Wait, really?"

"Yes."

"You were so defensive about it a moment ago."

She reached out and held his hand. "We'll go slow. Dr. Latrell is an expert on the matter. We'll use the tips from her book, and if I'm uncomfortable, then we'll stop."

"I have a feeling our anniversary is going to be memorable."

"It better be."

"What about your exhibitionist fantasy?" he asked. "How should we proceed with that? Any of your friends in mind?"

She released his hand and slapped his arm. "Keith!"

"It was only a joke. Or maybe that's for next year's anniversary."

"Focus on this year's anniversary, mister."

Vanessa gave a wry smile and sank to her knees under the dining table. She'd be needing anal advice from Dr. Latrell soon, but for now, she'll have to stick with the new oral techniques she had acquired.

***

After dinner, while Keith was watching sports in the living room, Vanessa headed to the bedroom to satisfy her other addictions. Tweets, facebook updates, emails to friends and family, and updates with her clients.

In between, she texted Morgan everything. After a few more back and forth texts, Morgan called and Vanessa went into all the details.

"I knew it," Morgan said with a certain slyness, like this was so obvious.

"Okay, so you were right, now what?"

"This is for your upcoming anniversary night, correct?"

"It is," Vanessa confirmed. "Tuesday night."

"Excellent!" Morgan proclaimed. "My schedule is free then. What time should I come over?"

"Pardon?"

"For the anal deflowering on your anniversary; what time should I be there?"

"Tell me that's a joke," Vanessa asked, knowing this probably wasn't.

"Oh, grow up. Both of you get to have steamy hot anal sex. Plus you get to live out your exhibitionist fantasy. And I can have more details for the prologue of my book. We all win!"

All sorts of thoughts swirled through Vanessa's head. Explicit ones. She imagined herself bent over the bed, while Keith roughly fucks her ass from behind, and Dr. Latrell watching them intensely through those thick framed glasses, maybe even rubbing herself in the process. How very unnerving.

But still, the doctor was right. They would all win. And if Vanessa were honest with herself, the idea did sound totally hot. A clenching feeling appeared between her legs and she felt a spot of wetness.

"I'd have to ask Keith," she said.

Morgan laughed. "Like he'd refuse. Let's meet for lunch tomorrow. My treat. We'll go over the game plan."

That seemed to be the definite cue that the phone conversation was over, and they said their 'byes' for the night. Vanessa put her phone down and thought for a long moment. What the hell have I gotten myself into? She went down the stairs hoping Keith could talk some sense into this whole thing.

***

Dr. Latrell was proven right again. Keith was in favor of this anniversary plan, though he did tried to contain himself. After all, it wouldn't be proper for a husband to be so enthusiastic for inviting another woman to their bedroom. But it was clear he wanted it to happen.

So when Vanessa met Morgan the next day for lunch, they had much to discuss. They were both dressed in their fashionable office attires, with skirts, blazers, and matching blouses. They looked every bit like professional women, but each brought their own kind sass to their professions.

Though they weren't talking business today. Well, sort of. This directly related to Dr. Latrell's prologue and epilogue for an upcoming book, which Vanessa had to continuously remind herself.

"It's simple," Morgan explained, taking a sip of her soda. "Women like anal sex because there are many nerve endings which are sensitive to the touch. Same for men. The pleasure can be intense if done right."

Luckily the diner was crowded and packed, so no one could actually hear them. One of the perks in living in a big city.

"Will it hurt?"

"I'm not going to lie. Yes, it'll hurt. But I'm a professional at this."

"How hands-on have you been with actual clients?" Vanessa inquired.

"It depends on their comfort levels."

"Any specifics you can share with me?"

Morgan smiled and leaned in. "Specifically, I've gotten hands-on when clients have asked me to. Usually for things like guidance. For instance, if it's something like oral sex, I'll get down on my knees and watch, inches away, and provide instructions and techniques in real time."

"Wow."

"For anal sex, I've actually lubricated wives in front of their husbands, to show these guys how it's supposed to be done. Nice, slow, lovingly, with lots of lube."

"Goodness."

Morgan nodded. "Goodness, indeed. Being a sex therapist can be messy work, at least for me. But it's so rewarding. There's nothing more satisfying to me than a sexually happy couple."

"What happens after you've prepped them, orally or anally. I mean, do you just watch them in action?"

"Not watch, guide. I'm like a porn director. And they are my performers. I simply tell them what to do."

"Is that what you plan on doing for us?"

"I'm open to anything," Morgan replied. "Ideally, I'd be the one who lubricates you. Keith can learn my lube technique."

The thought of exposing her rectum to a client suddenly made Vanessa lose her appetite. Sure it was scary and humiliating, but she tried to focus on the good side of all this. And she had to constantly remind herself that she was dealing with a highly paid sex therapist, who must be used to dealing and seeing all sorts of things.

Vanessa slowly nodded. "That sounds doable."

"Would you be okay if I fluffed him?"

"You mean, suck his cock?" Vanessa asked skeptically.

Morgan pursed her lips. "I don't mind. Assuming you're okay with that."

"We'll have to discuss that later."

"Fair enough. I think it would work best that way, with you bent over and all. For proper penetration of your small hole, Keith would have to be rock hard. So I wouldn't mind sucking him for a few seconds to get him ready."

Fuck...

"We'll discuss that later," Vanessa repeated.

"Got it."

Now it was Vanessa's turn to lean forward. "Be honest, do you actually think I would enjoy this? Can any woman be-- you know -- trained for this? Is it something any woman can get used to?"

"Why not?" Morgan smiled. "It's far more common these days. And it's all relative. Women are different sizes and can handle different things. With my techniques, you'll be able to accommodate your husband. Trust me."

"Do you enjoy it?"

Morgan's smile only grew. "I love it. I really do. It feels far more intense than vaginal sex. I find that it hits all sorts of pleasure inducing nerves from deep within nature. I feel like I'm sucking my partner deep inside that tight, forbidden hole, which is very taboo. And I'm a lover of taboo things."

There was a lust in the doctor's eyes, which made Vanessa all the more curious about the anal experience. If this doctor could help so many people enjoy this (along with various other things), then why not her too? Vanessa was in decent shape, a former high school athlete, and she considered herself to be a tough woman.

"Sounds riveting," Vanessa said.

"Quite. It's something you'll have to experience, the proper way."

"I'm sure it's going to be an anniversary to remember."

There was a gleam in the doctor's eyes which instantly made Vanessa nervous, yet oh-so excited.

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