By

Donna M.

 

I�m Mike.  I did two tours in Afghanistan and unlike some buddies I managed to come home with all my body parts.  Everything was in working order too, except for one part.  I couldn�t explain it in any rational way.  It wasn�t as if I did anything stupid with it while deployed.  I didn�t put it anywhere it shouldn�t have been.  I never lost control of it.

My dick just forgot what to do, that�s all.

There was no doubt my darling wife is a hot-blooded, sensual woman.  She could have cheated on me countless of times while I was half a world away, but she didn�t.  How do I know, you ask?  I believed her.  Besides, her pure lust the first night I was home had to be saved up.  That�s how I knew.  She was a crazy woman around the house, short with the kids and in a hurry for nightfall and getting them to bed.  I watched her as her long brown hair swished around seductively as she moved, and wondered how I got so lucky to have such a beautiful woman as my wife and the mother of my children.  Marcy kept in shape, though I had no idea how she found the time to work out.  She was petite yet curvy in all the right places, with small, firm breasts topped by prominent, classic pencil eraser nipples, and an ass to die for.

When the kids were finally in bed for the night, Marcy pulled me toward the master bathroom, repeating several times how long she�d waited for this moment and how much she needed me.  She�d always had a fondness for fucking in the shower so I knew that�s what she wanted.  She was out of her clothes before I could even unbutton my shirt.  She impatiently helped me remove the rest of my clothing, even ripping my boxers in the process.

Once under the shower spray, we did nothing but hold each other tightly.  We stayed that way seemingly forever as both of us expressed our love and how much we missed the other.  By the time she picked up the bar of soap, our hot water supply was waning.  Nothing else was waning, since in order to diminish a thing must grow first, and I hadn�t.

Marcy said she understood.  �Maybe part of your mind is still over there,� she said.  �You just have to relax and everything will be fine. I can wait.�

In bed I performed cunnilingus on her and she came, but I sensed it wasn�t enough.  I felt like a failure, as limp as my cock remained.

I got my old job back, and things slowly went back to being how they�d been before I left.  I tried to make up for my time away by spending more time with the kids.  They loved it and so did Marcy.  Active duty kept you fit, so I joined the gym my old buddy Leo swore by to make sure I stayed that way.

Two months passed with no change�no erection, not even a glimmer of one. When my regular doctor declared me healthy and could find no physical reason for my erectile dysfunction, I saw an ED specialist who prescribed one of the wonder drugs that the ads on TV tout all the time.  Besides blurred vision and hot flashes, nothing happened.  He prescribed another brand pill that gave me nosebleeds but blood flow didn�t change in that other place.

Next up was the psychologist.  No couch, but I recounted everything I could think of from my tours in �Stan.  I didn�t shy away from my grief over seeing comrades fall.  I even told him about the few times I jerked off, missing my wife.  His question was, �Only a few times?�  He probed for my �real� feelings toward Marcy.  He didn�t want to hear about love, so I realized that no matter what I said he didn�t believe me, looking for the magic bullet that probably wasn�t there.

Marcy showed me a web page advertising a sex therapist and suggested I make an appointment.  When I browsed her site, I said to Marcy, �Did you see that she�s also a sex surrogate?  Wouldn�t that bother you if she got intimate with me?�

�Not if you got better it wouldn�t,� she said, and her expression said she meant it.

I wanted so much to take her to bed right then and there, but there was no accompanying stir in my crotch to match the desire in my brain.

I openly encouraged her to masturbate in front of me, and bought her a few toys.  It broke my heart and crushed my spirit to see and hear her cum so powerfully with a vibrator.  Part of me was happy for her; I always loved the intensity of her orgasms.  I didn�t let on how the other part felt.

While I decided on contacting the sex doctor, I immersed myself wholeheartedly into my workout regimen at the gym.  My buddy Leo, whom I�ve known for years, pried a bit, knowing something was wrong with me and assuming it had some Afghanistan connection.  I still couldn�t see any, nor did the psychologist uncover any, but that didn�t mean it wasn�t so.

Leo didn�t know he was hurting me�and I didn�t let on�as he talked about his love life.  He claimed he could get it up at a moment�s notice, even kidding about it when he�d get erections while working out or in the gym�s shower.  If the sight of his spontaneous erections didn�t painfully remind me of my failure, I�d laugh along with him, since he certainly wasn�t gay.  Twice divorced, the way he told it he had marathon sex just about every night, and not with the same women either.  He was one of those guys shaped like an inverted triangle: beefy broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and ass.  He was a bench-press maniac and it showed.  His latest more-or-less primary girlfriend was a doll, with long brown hair and a tight little ass like Marcy�s.  Like I said; he was hurting me without knowing it.

I called the sex doctor, Dr. Ann Lessieure, to schedule an appointment.  She was pleasant on the phone, with a singsong, bedroom voice that made me think she was good at her job.  The first appointment had to be with both husband and wife, so I scheduled it at a convenient time for Marcy.  In the meantime and with Marcy�s blessing, I invited Leo and his girlfriend over for dinner one evening when the kids were spending the night with their Grandma.

Marcy was a natural hostess who loved preparing fancy meals and showing off her skills.  The evening of our little dinner party she wore a clingy black number that was one of my favorites.  When the doorbell rang, everything looked and smelled perfect, and I couldn�t have been prouder of my wife.

Leo cleaned up well.  He was nattily attired and looked even better with his girlfriend, Erica, on his arm.  She was indeed a living doll, and based on the dress she wore I wondered if she had a breast augmentation, since her tits were way out of proportion to the rest of her.  I�m really not a tit man, but Leo certainly was, based on Erica and the way he talked around the gym.

Without exception the dinner was fantastic.  Marcy simply glowed from our guests� effusive praise.  Following a few after dinner drinks, I laughed to myself when Leo, his tongue loosened up by the booze, began talking graphically about him and Erica and their sex life, and watching lovely Erica cringe on every sordid detail.

I stopped the inner laughing when I saw Marcy�s face.  She alternately looked at Leo, then Erica, and then me, and I definitely recognized the look of arousal on that pretty face of hers.  She�d gone so long without a good fuck that Leo�s big mouth reminded her of what she�d been missing.  And what I�d failed to give her.

One more drink and Leo began to think Marcy was Erica, even going so far as to cup her ass.  Marcy pushed him away.  I turned to Erica and said in a hushed voice, �Does he do this often? Maybe you two should split before he does something embarrassing.�

Erica said, �He�s already embarrassed me enough.�  I had the feeling she was more than simply embarrassed, and that she wouldn�t be his girlfriend much longer.

After they left, Marcy said, �You know he wasn�t making a pass, he just got drunk enough to think I was Erica.�

�Yeah, I know. I made Erica promise to drive.�

In bed afterwards, I performed cunnilingus on Marcy while I watched her face.  Unlike just about every other time she had her eyes closed and didn�t watch me back.  I watched her nipples darken and stiffen as they did when my cock was deep within her and a really great orgasm was about to happen.  Was she fantasizing, maybe about Leo?  Her orgasm was fast and furious.  She clamped her trembling thighs around my head and screamed; the latter being alright since the kids weren�t home to be awakened.  I felt good hearing her cum like that while feeling the small gush of pussy juice hit my tongue.  I didn�t grow or even feel a twitch in my cock, but I felt good nonetheless.

 

Dr. Lessieure turned out to be far from a Dr. Ruth Westheimer clone.  Insisting immediately in being called Ann, she was a curvy, big-haired blond that exuded sexuality from her lips to her chiseled thighs, the latter (as well as other body parts) well framed by the short, tight dress she wore.

After introductions, Dr. Lessieure surprised me by focusing her attention and conversation on Marcy instead of me, asking about how she perceived my �issue.�

Marcy struggled with her answers, glancing at me several times as if for help before Ann implored her to be open and honest.  Ann then said for my benefit, �Mike�s being honest by being here, admitting that he can�t get it up and looking for help in understanding why. I don�t presume anything, but your feelings and reactions could be contributing and I�d like everything on the table before I go to work.�  She took a deep breath, maybe for effect, before asking, �Marcy, are you frustrated? Have you been thinking of what the future may hold for you if nothing changes?�

Whether or not that�s what the Doctor expected, Marcy began crying. Ann let her cry, saying nothing.  I felt like crawling under my chair.  I was going to say something, but Ann covertly waved at me and subtly shook her head.

Finally Marcy controlled herself and said, �It�s like something happened to me, and not him. I feel guilty, wanting our old sex life back. It�s like I�m not a woman anymore.�  After a small sob, she continued �Yes, I�m frustrated. It�s like I controlled my urges when he was away only to be cheated once he came back.�  She looked at me for the first time as she spoke, �I�m sorry, honey, and I don�t want to put pressure on you, but you�ve got to get better or I don�t know what I�ll do.�

Ann got out of her chair and went to Marcy.  She said, �You don�t think he knows all that? Look at him. He�s a big man for seeing someone like me. Most men don�t. We�ll work it out, so don�t give up on the man you love, or on yourself.�  She gave Marcy a hug when she started crying again.

We scheduled my first therapy session.

After the kids were in bed that evening we sat in the den and talked about the meeting and what was said.  �If you really need it, sweetheart,� I said, �you can see someone else. I�d understand.�

�Don�t say things like that, Mike. I don�t want anyone else but you.�

But when the conversation switched back to Leo, I knew otherwise.  �Did he say anything to you at the gym after that?� she asked.  �Did he talk about me?�

�Besides the hangover, he said he was sorry for drinking so much and touching you, and that he hoped he didn�t embarrass you as much as he pissed off his girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend.�

�She broke it off?�

�I guess so.�

�Did he say anything else?�

�He did say you had a nice ass and wouldn�t mind grabbing it again someday.�

�No, he didn�t say that!� she said, noticing my big grin.

�Okay, he didn�t say it, but I knew he was thinking it.�  He actually had made a comment about her looks, but I wasn�t about to feed that monster.

She punched my arm and told me not to kid around like that, though my suspicions lingered after she asked me if Leo was worth another dinner �once he gets a new girlfriend.�

 

My first session with Dr. Ann Lessieure went nothing like I expected.  I expected that she�d be like a psychiatrist, asking me all kinds of questions about my feelings and such.  Instead she asked me to take my clothes off.

�I�ll remind you that I am a licensed MD. I�ve read you medical files. No vascular or nerve damage. You�ve tried the blue pill without results, so I need to explore more emotional avenues. The best place to start is with nudity, eliminating the most mundane of reasons.�

While I was undressing, she nonchalantly pulled her dress up and over her head.  With my boxers halfway down my legs, I stopped and stared.

�You think you�re the only one who gets to feel the unfettered pleasure of nakedness here? I�ll let you in on a secret. When I don�t have clients in I often work in the nude.�

I chuckled and said, �I suppose with your body this is a good idea for a test.�  I pointed at my cock, which of course remained limp.

�You like my body?� Like a stripper she seductively twirled her thong around on an index finger as she stood before me.  I couldn�t help but admire her full, firm breasts and her cleanly shaved pubic area, and told her that yes, I did like her body.

She sat me back down and went to her knees in front of my chair.  For a panicky second I thought she would try fellatio but instead simply and unabashedly studied my cock, wagging it this way and that and pinching it several times.

�It�s a shame. Has your wife or any other woman ever told you that you�re well endowed?�

�No one has actually said that to me. Considering what I�ve seen in gym showers, I�m pretty average, I think.�

�No, Mister Modest, you�re not average, and I�ve seen a lot more penises than you have.�  She pulled on my cock and placed her other hand adjacent to it, like a measuring device.  I probably should have been uncomfortable by her forwardness but I was too busy trying to figure out what her therapeutic game plan was.  Was she trying to flatter me into an erection?  �I figure that once we get the blood pumping into this thing I�ll find you to be quite thick and about nine inches long. Once that happens I may not give you back to your wife.�

�You sound confident. Shouldn�t you have said �if� we get the blood pumping?�

�If I wasn�t confident I wouldn�t be doing this job,� she said, the seductive tone of voice returning. �Mind if I sit on your lap?�

�You�re the doctor,� I answered.

Still not understanding her plan, I sat her on my lap, staring right at some very nice breast meat. �Do you like this, I mean the skin-on-skin closeness of it, the warmth of two bodies nestled together?�  I did, and I told her so.  �Have you done this with your wife since you�ve been home?�

I was taken aback by the question.  Had we simply held each other while naked?  �Yes, the first time,� I finally said.

�First time? You mean the first time you tried to fuck her and couldn�t?�

�Why do you have to be so crude? Is that one of your usual tactics?�

�See, you already possess some of the basics of my profession, by answering a question with another question. The answer is yes, maybe it is. I don�t think I�m intimidating you at all, so I don�t think fear of failure is playing a part in your problem. Besides, I�m registering your body temperature and you�re not getting colder or hotter. That tells me more than you may think.�

�Back to your question,� I said.  �Why did you ask me about the two-bodies thing? Is it some sort of a �love� question?�

�Do you realize we�ve been here nearly the full hour and that�s the first time love has entered the conversation?�

I didn�t know what to say.

She continued, �I like you. You don�t seem like the usual men who come through here. Sitting on your lap and touching you has made me so damn wet I�m probably as desperate as your wife.�  I couldn�t help but glance down at her vulva, now exposed since she spread her thighs a bit, and noticing the hint of glistening moisture.  �You can touch me, if you�d like.�

No man, married or not, could have turned down her request.  My fingertips delved into hot moisture so extreme I pulled them back as if I�d received an electric shock.

She got off my lap, looked down at my limp cock and said, �Well, it was worth a try.�  She reminded me that our time was almost up and began to put her clothes back on.

As we dressed, I said, �You aren�t what I expected, Doctor. Have you cured guys with the test you just gave me?�

�A few times. I didn�t think your problem was that easy, but I had to give it a shot anyway. The men who were �cured� needed a Playboy centerfold or high-priced call-girl image to get them hard again. Sometimes my body can live up to that image for them.�

�It does to me, Doctor. It sure does,� I said.

�You will make another appointment, yes? I hope my informality and candor haven�t scared you away.�

�Not at all.�

�Then we�ll dig deeper next session, and I�ll sound more like the proverbial therapist and ask all those probing questions. In the meantime, I�ll take another look at your medical file to see if a physical cause might have been overlooked, although I doubt it. Being frank, what troubles me is you make me doubt that there�s a psychological reason for your ED. You seem so...pardon the non-scientific term...normal. You�re not exhibiting any of the obvious signs of emotional trauma like PTSD I�m used to dealing with.�

She surprised me by a kiss on the cheek before saying, �Until next appointment, take care of that wife of yours. Remember, there�s more to you than a stiff dick.�

On the way home I thought about what she�d said about the closeness of two warm bodies.  Have I been avoiding hugging and holding Marcy since I�ve been home, only thinking of sex acts instead of feelings?  Was I avoiding one thing and therefore failing at the other?

Marcy bugged me relentlessly to tell her all about my session.  I didn�t tell her everything, but what I did tell her still painted a fair portrait of Dr. Ann Lessieure.

�She sure looked like a hooker, and now you make it sound like she acted like one too.  Did she really try to seduce you to get you hard?�

�Basically, yes,� I admitted.

�Will you see her again?�

�I have to, don�t I?�

Marcy hesitated and then said, �I guess so. Whatever fixes you.�  It made me sound like a pet that needed neutering: getting �fixed.�  Seeing I was just about neutered already, I swallowed the bad metaphor and kept silent.

When the kids overheard that I was seeing a doctor, they grew worried.  We assured them that Daddy wasn�t sick, only tired, and that the doctor was giving him some vitamins.  Of course, the blue or orange �vitamins� hadn�t worked as intended but the kids didn�t have to hear that. They were relieved and quickly forgot their worries as only children can.

In bed, Marcy asked me more questions about Dr. Lessieure, which was natural, yet when she asked me about how Leo was doing on his search for a new girlfriend, I knew she was reaching the point when she needed her inner itch scratched and I didn�t have the scratcher.

�Honey,� I said, �I will understand if you want to sleep with another man. I really will.�

�I told you, please don�t say that. I love you and I don�t want anyone else.�

�Maybe not with anyone else, but you do need �it.�  A woman as lusty as you needs a man to take her all the way. My tongue is a poor substitute for a hard cock.�

With her head resting on my shoulder, she began to cry.  Afterwards, she admitted how much she needed to be fucked.  �You always knew just how hard I needed it and the right amount of roughness to get me off. I don�t know how much longer I can go without. You�ve got to get better.�

�I�ll get better, sweetheart. I know I will.  But in the meantime it�s alright if you see someone else. Maybe we can invite Leo for another dinner, before he finds a girlfriend.�

She adamantly rebutted my suggestion, though I saw it in her eyes when she looked at me.  If I couldn�t get better and satisfy her, then I�d gladly step aside and let someone else do it. I loved her that much.

I invited Leo over for dinner one night next week when the kids were going to be at their grandparent�s again.  Marcy and I didn�t talk about it, nevertheless it was evident that her horniness was overcoming any inhibitions like love and faithfulness she had.  I fueled the fire by hinting at the stories Leo told about him and his ex-girlfriend, Erica, after the last dinner party.  �Even if half of what he said was bullshit, the guy sounds like he�s a strong lover, and besides he seems built to last,� I said, and I saw the wheels turning in her head.

Of course, I primed the pump with Leo too.  I told him how much Marcy was looking forward to seeing him again; even hinting at how horny she�d been lately without making it seem like I was connecting the two in my mind.  His ego made the connection though, I was sure.

The day before the big dinner however, I had another appointment with Dr. Ann.

 

�Any change?� she asked after I was in her office and she was disrobing.

�No change,� I answered.  �You want me naked again too?�

�Of course. Why not?�

Why not, indeed. Incredibly she looked hotter today than the last time.  Maybe it was me, and I thought she must think I�m really sick if I can�t get it up for that body.  She pulled her chair up to mine, leaned over and grasped my cock in her warm hands. Without a word she did the same as before, poking and prodding but with a few sexy strokes this time for good measure.

Eventually she said, �What did you tell your wife about me?�

�Everything, I guess. No sense in keeping my sessions a secret from her, is there? It�s not like she�d be jealous.�

Ann shook her head.  �You�re going to end up being my most difficult case. Nothing fits my experiences. The only thing I can figure is that there�s some sort of post-traumatic stress you�ve buried so deeply that the only thing it�s affecting is your dick. How�s your wife holding up? She cheating on you yet?�  She said it with a grin, but I almost choked just the same.  I wasn�t about to tell her about Leo so I let her chiding go unanswered.

All business now, Ann sat back, crossed her legs, picked up a notepad and pen, and asked me questions about my service in Afghanistan. She questioned me on how many times I masturbated while there, and what mental images got me off.  She asked me to recount each and every woman I met over there, military or civilian, who turned me on to the slightest degree. �Any men?� she asked, but I shook my head and she left that idea in the preposterous pile where it belonged.  I told her about Major Andrews, a curvaceous officer all the men lusted after, who one night after too many drinks came on to me.  I explained to Ann how I rebuffed her advances, more from fear of military repercussions than marital ones, even if there wasn�t a chance Marcy would ever had found out about that, or any other dalliances if there�d been any.

�Did you masturbate after the incident with the Major?�

�I most definitely did.�

�Okay, this may be difficult, but try to remember the first time you consciously thought oh my god, I can�t get it up.�

I sat silently for many minutes, thinking hard like she asked me to do.  Then I thought of how �thinking hard� was quite a play on words considering my plight.  Frustrated, I was about to give up when I remembered the hospital.

�There was a civilian hospital near where we were temporarily bivouacked. A soldier had a small, non-combat wound and I took him to the hospital to get it worked on, basically because I knew a few more Dari words than anyone else. While I was waiting, a family brought in a young girl, maybe a teenager, whose wounds looked like she�d lose a leg, though it was hard to tell with her white chadri red from all the blood. Turned out the family was poor and Uzbek so the doctors didn�t understand what was wrong and maybe didn�t care, though I saw and knew all too well.�

Suddenly, I remembered the blood like it was yesterday.  I continued, �I don�t know how an American soldier halfway around the world did it, but I got the doctors to understand the seriousness of it all and they triaged the girl to the front of the line. The father was immediately suspicious of me, the uniform, I guess, but the girl�s mother thanked me profusely, at least that�s how I interpreted her words mostly from body language.�

�Did she make it?� Ann asked.

�Yeah, though from what I gathered she did lose her leg below the knee.�

Dr. Ann paused for a half-minute, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, exposing her wonderfully sexy, bald vulva that would have done things to any man sitting across from her except me.  She said, �What bothered you the most? I mean, I can see your pain in remembering the incident. Was it right after that day you experienced the ED?�

�Maybe, but it�s all a blur. I think what bothered me the most was that she was a teen. She should have been hanging out with friends and having fun. Not wearing those stupid cover-up burqas or chadris or whatever and getting her leg blown off.�

�Did she look cute? Remind you of a girlfriend from your youth?�

�I don�t think so. No...because I really couldn�t see much of her face anyway. The eyes, though...�

�Have they haunted you?� Ann asked.

I had to think about that.  The memory of all that red blood soaked into the white fabric haunted me for a while, but her eyes?  �No, I don�t think so. What I remember was how I thought her eyes, even with all the pain, looked like bedroom eyes to me. Like I wouldn�t have minded being in bed with those eyes looking into mine. Foolish thought, but that�s what was in my head at the time; that, and what a fucked up life for a teen girl in that hopeless land.�

�Perhaps there�s no connection,� Ann said, and then she looked lost in thought as I waited for a question that didn�t get asked.

Maybe her pause was intentional, like a ploy to get me to talk, yet I can�t say I had an epiphany or anything close to one.  I couldn�t see a connection either between that poor girl and my erectile problem, although it was soon after that day I realized the problem existed.  The day Marcy and I Skyped, to be exact.  I told Dr. Ann about that connection.

She said, �What did you two talk about that day?�

I recounted as much of the conversation as I could remember.  �After saying hi to the kids and hearing all about their day, Marcy shooed them away and we talked about how much we missed each other. She told me about how she ran into a couple we knew in high school, reminding me that the woman had been my high school crush.�  I told her more, finishing my retelling with, �Why I made the connection to my problem was that she then flashed me some tit, and later I wanted to masturbate to that memory and couldn�t get it up.�

�Do you think there�s any relationship between the maimed girl and your wife�s moment of long-distance intimacy?�

�I don�t think so, but you�re the expert, not me.�

�Our time�s up, Mike. I have to ponder all you�ve told me before our next session.�  She rose from her chair and held out her hand to beckon me from mine.  Standing, she pressed her body into me, saying �You�re a wonderful man. You don�t deserve this,� palming my cock, �but it doesn�t define you as a man either. The man in that Afghani hospital is you. The honest man talking to me�is you. We�ll get things figured out, but don�t lose the real you, okay?�

I trusted her.  I didn�t question the ethics of her unorthodox methods.  Somehow I knew she�d help me.  Something else I knew was that I was falling for her.  I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me in my heart, if not my dick.  I wondered if her intimacy was a tactic.  Nevertheless, I was falling for her, and it was a good feeling to have.  I�d deal with my guilt later, especially after dinner with Leo.

 

�Honey, are you sure about this?�

I looked at Marcy in that short sexy dress, exuding horniness from every pore like sweat, and realized I wasn�t sure at all, though I couldn�t tell her that.  �All I can say is that I wish it was me. You look deliciously fuckable.�

�I wish it was you, too,� she said.

�Don�t worry about me. Have fun. No regrets. Give Leo something to remember for a long time,� I said with a smile that I hoped looked sincere.

The oaf actually brought flowers with him, like a real date.  He was as nervous as he could be, tiptoeing around me before and during dinner, not sure what to say and how to act.  After dinner and a few drinks, I made excuses and left them alone, retreating to the den.  The acoustics in the house were excellent and whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, I had no problem hearing everything they said.

There must have been some touching going on as Marcy told him how strong he looked and how hot she�d gotten when he had spoken of his sexual exploits the last time he was here.  She said �You should have felt how wet I was after you talked about you and Erica fucking.�  I heard quite a few soft moans from both of them before Leo told Marcy how lucky I was to have a �MILF� like her for a wife.  I would never have said MILF directly to any woman, even if I thought she was one.  That was Leo for you.

A panting Leo said, �Are you sure Mike is okay with this?�

An equally panting Marcy said, �He�s okay if I�m okay. Take me...make me okay!�

Marcy moaned loudly, �Oh, God!� so either he was finger fucking her, or after so many months she finally got to behold an erection.  I peeked around the door jamb in time to see a half-clothed Leo carrying my wife up the stairs to our bedroom.

After a reasonable interval, I crept up the stairs and positioned myself in the darkened hallway with a direct line of sight to the bedroom and the bed.  I didn�t have one of those cuckolded husband fantasies, but in the back of my mind I wondered if seeing Marcy fucking another man might get the blood flowing down there again.

It didn�t.

I envied Leo like you wouldn�t believe.  His cock looked as rigid as a piece of rebar as Marcy wrapped her beautiful lips around it and took him in.  She was kneeling to the side of him as she sucked his cock, her fabulous ass pointing right at me as if she knew I�d be watching.  And perhaps she did.  As her head bobbed I saw her ass twitch while a trickle of the sweetest juice in the universe oozed from her swollen pussy lips.  Her orgasms�and there was no doubt in my mind she would have several�would be epic.

No way I�d trust Leo to remember one detail, so Marcy and I had bought some condoms, one of which she hastily rolled onto smiling Leo�s rigid shaft.  He muttered what sounded like �Oh baby, you�re so fucking hot� as she straddled him and slowly engulfed his spike to the hilt.  She tilted her head back, her long hair already haphazardly plastered to her sweaty face and neck, and began the rhythmic fuck-dance that was uniquely hers.  Oh, how I missed having her sway like that above me.

Whether she saw me in the shadows or just imagined I�d be there, she turned her head for a moment and mouthed �I�m sorry.�  Then her pent-up need for a hard cock took over and in seconds she was slamming up and down like a maniac rodeo cowgirl.  Her orgasmic wail sent shivers through me, and even while punctuated by Leo�s loud groan as he came, it was the purest of sounds.

In a breathless voice, Leo said, �Oh, baby, oh Marcy, I�m still hard for you.�

Marcy answered, �Then what are you waiting for?  Fuck me!�

Another condom and a semi-erect Leo was �up� to the task.  My wife presented her ass to him and he took it, plunging deep into her obviously wet vagina in one thrust.  I wasn�t jealous since Leo was giving her something I couldn�t; therefore I had to admit the sight of them doing it doggie style was porn at its finest.  Leo�s upper body physique and his tight, chiseled ass looked impressive as he held Marcy�s hips while thrusting.

One thing, though.  He didn�t know my wife.

�Harder, dammit!� she yelled. �Is that the best you can do? Fuck me HARD! Come on, harder!�

Especially from behind, Marcy liked it rough, and that always worked out well for us because I�m a ball-slapper from way back, or at least I had been before my problem surfaced.  When my wife said �harder� she meant she wanted to be slammed, feeling every thrust to the bone.  I used to be able to do that but for some reason Leo couldn�t or wouldn�t comply.  Marcy probably was frustrated, although she screamed from a good orgasm nonetheless.

I snuck back downstairs, not wanting to be discovered as the sad voyeur I was.  I hoped Marcy got what she wanted out of it and hoped Leo didn�t get the wrong impression, though the future was still up to Marcy.

Evidently they weren�t done.  I heard water running, so our shower was now the arena.  I�d have to trust my wife that a condom was being used.  It took a while but eventually her distinctive orgasmic wail echoed through the house.  Leo apparently had more stamina and better recuperative powers than I may have given him credit for.

I remained in the den, safely away from seeing Leo as he left.  I�d have to deal with his ego in the gym soon enough; I didn�t want to deal with it tonight.

After a long while, Marcy, wrapped in her bathrobe, came searching for me.  Her nervous and tentative expression didn�t detract from how beautiful she looked still sheathed in her post-orgasmic glow.

�Are you okay, honey?� she said, a hint of trepidation in her voice.

I used my hand to smooth her long still-wet hair away from her face.  �I�m okay, sweetheart. I really am. Are you?�  I smiled, not wanting to make anything I say seem hurtful or accusatory.  We sat side by side on the den loveseat and I put my arm around her.  She began to cry and so I remained silent until she was ready to speak.

�I feel so guilty, thinking only of my needs and not of you,� she said through the last of her sobs.

�Don�t feel guilty. Was it good?�

�That�s why I feel so guilty. It really was great! Even if the idiot was too gentle.� She chuckled a bit, unsure how I�d take the joke.

�Like I said, don�t feel guilty. If I can�t take care of you I wanted you to have a little fun in the meantime. It did sound like you had some fun�maybe four or five �funs� if I heard correctly.�

�You watched us, didn�t you.�  It wasn�t a question.

�Does it matter?� I said. �The main thing is that you enjoyed it and that makes me happy, not jealous.�

She unconsciously glanced at my crotch. �Did seeing me with Leo have any other effect?�

�I was kind of wishing it did, but no, nothing happened.�

�Do you think Dr. Lessieure can do anything? I really need you, not Leo.�

�Honestly, I don�t know. She�s so unorthodox; yet I trust her more than anyone else I saw before her.�

Marcy threw open her robe and fanned the fabric.  �Oh God, I�m still so damned hot! Are you sure you don�t have another friend you can call over?� she said and then laughed.

I said, �I have this friend,� before slipping my tongue between her parted lips to let her know who that �friend� was.  I fingered her pussy, still rampantly warm, wet and swollen, until she begged for my tongue down there.  As Leo had earlier, I hoisted her into my arms as her robe fell away, and carried her up to the bedroom.  At this stage in our marriage my tongue was well acquainted with Marcy�s hot-spots, so I licked and sucked for only a short time until she bucked her legs and ass, and screamed her orgasm to the world, considering she was loud enough for the entire world to hear.

I undressed and rejoined her in bed.  We playfully critiqued Leo�s performance, though my assessment was highly biased.  Marcy�s main complaint was that he didn�t take the lead, especially since he was a strong guy and the �caveman� approach would have worked well.  �He�s not as big as you, but that wouldn�t have mattered if he had been more forceful and just took me, the damn fool. I had to fuck him to get off, when an orgasm should have been almost instantaneous if he�d only been more forceful; seeing I was so fucking horny. He is a great looking guy though, and he does have a great ass.�

I didn�t comment on his ass.  �Caveman, huh? Is that what you like about me?� I said with a laugh. 

She was worried how I�d handle Leo at the gym, remarking on how generally egotistical he sounded at times.  I told her not to worry; I knew how to handle Leo�s derision.

Before we fell asleep, I confessed my lie.  �I was jealous watching him fuck you, knowing it should have been me; but as long as I have this ED problem I�ll never stand in the way of you taking care of your needs, even if we have to hire a gigolo or something. I want you to be happy and that means sexually, too.�

She repeated �Gigolo� before her tired eyes fluttered and closed.  I wondered what she�d dream about.

 

Leo tried to avoid me at the gym but when he realized he couldn�t, the braggart in him couldn�t resist taunting me.

�Your wife�s the hottest MILF I�ve ever fucked. What a babe� he declared, thankfully while no one else was in earshot. �You let her fuck other men all the time? Like, you don�t satisfy her?�

�No.  That�s not it. Mostly it�s like swinging...like swapping.�

�The way she came I bet she wants me again,� he said, now in full egotistical mode.

�I don�t know. Maybe. She didn�t say anything specific.� Then I went with my plan to tame his ego.  �How�s your new girlfriend Gina? She�s hot. Maybe we could do a swapping foursome. I bet I�d have her cumming in no time.�

Basically, that shut him up.  He made some excuses but I knew he�d now think long and hard about another round with my wife if having his new girlfriend reciprocate by sleeping with me fueled his jealousy.  I�d just met Gina.  She was indeed hot, true centerfold material, though she seemed too much of an airhead for my taste.  He didn�t know I felt that way, and so I let the thought of possibly being upstaged by me quell his ego.

Besides, I was already thinking about my upcoming appointment with Dr. Lessieure.  I really liked the sexy doctor, and wondered what she had in store for me next.  I also debated whether or not I�d tell her about Leo and Marcy, concluding that I�d wait to see where she guided the session.

 

Her greeting was more animated than usual, which got me guessing what she had planned and how it had turned her into a giggling schoolgirl.  She urged me to undress as quickly as she did.  �Let�s use our time wisely,� she said, though I mentally questioned how nudity equated to wise use of time.

�No changes?�

�No, same old limp dick,� I said.

�What happened? Your face doesn�t mirror those words, like something IS better.�

It didn�t take much prodding, after all.  I told her everything about Leo and Marcy, including how Marcy was afterward.  Her face was inscrutable as ever, so I couldn�t tell what she thought of me, setting my wife up with another man, as she asked me questions.  She particularly wanted to know why I watched, which I had a difficult time answering.  I thought that she would probe me extensively because I couldn�t find the words to describe my motivation, but she appeared distracted like her mind was working on something else.  When she uncrossed her legs I noticed that her vulva was shiny-wet.  That kind of distraction.

I smiled, �You really are one horny woman, aren�t you?�

Her laugh was more like a giggle as she answered, �It�s the other reason I got into this business besides the obvious one of helping people. Sometimes what I hear sitting in this chair is like the best porn. You described watching them in bed as no other man could, I think. That�s why you�re the biggest mystery case I�ve ever had. But it does make me believe my working hypothesis is correct.�

Puzzled by what she said, I didn�t hear the back door to her office open.  Suddenly a female voice plaintively cried, �Help me.�

I turned in my chair and was transported back in time and to a place far away.  A young girl, or so I assumed, was standing by the door, wearing a long white chadri in the Afghani style.  The garment had a blotch of red near one leg. I jumped from the chair and rushed to the girl.  Without hesitation I lifted her into my arms and looked around the office, momentarily unsure of what to do.

�This girl needs help,� I called out, looking but really not seeing.

�Bring her here,� a woman said, her nakedness not registering as strange.

As I walked toward the woman, the girl�s chadri somehow hiked up all the way to her ass, exposing her beautiful young legs and a peek at her peach-fuzz vulva.  My hand was on her bare ass and I didn�t know how it happened.  The girl said �Help me� again and suddenly I groaned as a hand closed around my cock.

My erect cock.

Ann whispered, �It�s okay, soldier. I have her now,� as she helped the girl to her feet.

Lost between two worlds, I stood there as the girl nonchalantly pulled the long garment off over her head, exposing a lovely, barely pubescent girl that had been in my arms moments ago.  �Wow, mom,� she said with a slight giggle. �He IS big, and I think we fixed him!�

�Thanks, sweetheart, now run along so Mike and I can talk.� The girl winked at me, giggled again, and ran from the room, her tight little ass wiggling just so.

�Your...your...your daughter?� I stammered.

�Precocious little devil, isn�t she? Once she heard what I wanted to do she didn�t need any coaxing. She�ll be a nymphomaniac like her mom, I�m sure.�

I astonishingly looked down at my throbbing erection, yet all I could say was �But I�m not a pedophile, or am I? Is that what you wanted to prove?�

�Not in the least,� she said.  �God, it�s sooooooo good to see that. May I?�

Still astonished, I said, �It�s not as if you haven�t touched me several times already. I guess you deserve the credit so you also deserve another touch.�

Once again she fell to her knees before me and began playing with my cock, only this time it was as hard as a rock.  After around thirty seconds of touching and stroking, she said, �You don�t know how much I�d like to have you inside me right now, but that wouldn�t be right. Your wife deserves to be first. Is it painful? Do you need release?�

I helped her to her feet and told her that I�d be okay, and that she was right�Marcy deserved to be first and second and third and...

�But what did it?� I asked. �What is the connection between the ED and the girl in Afghanistan? I still don�t get it.�

We sat back down.  She said, �I knew the girl was central to your problem the way you told me about her. I heard passion in your voice, interestingly more passion than when you told me a few minutes ago about your buddy Leo doing your wife. My plan was to first confirm it, thus my daughter�s little role-play, and then figure out why.�  She looked at the time.  �I know our time is up, but I don�t have another appointment for a few hours. How about continuing, no charge?�

�Okay, but what do you have in mind?�  I was cognizant that my dick had deflated while we talked. Could I get it back up, or was it a onetime deal?

�I�m not a big proponent of hypnosis. Sometimes it�s just as easy to induce a false memory as it is to rediscover a hidden one, in my opinion. In your case, I think it�s definitely worth a try. You up for it?�  We both smiled at the pun.

Like most people I�d never been hypnotized so I didn�t know what to expect.  To me it felt like I�d fallen asleep and was dreaming, although the dream was vivid, and strangely �narrated� by Dr. Ann�s voice.  I was back in the Afghani hospital when the family brought the girl in.  No one seemed to be reacting fast enough to what looked like a life-threatening injury, so I picked the girl up in my arms and carried her into the ER area, frantically trailed by her family.  By the time I saw a doctor I knew, one of my hands was at the girl�s ass, and looking into her veiled eyes I grew startled.  The girl moaned and I felt wetness on my hand.  At first I thought she urinated from the shock of injury, until I saw it in her eyes�she�d had an orgasm! She must have reacted powerfully to having a man touch her so intimately for the first time.  The family was beside themselves, yelling at me, a man and an infidel, for touching their virgin daughter like I had. The woman who I assumed was the girl�s mother saw the bulge in my pants as the girl moaned, and instinctively as only another woman could, knew what had happened.  As the father yelled and berated me, the mother shooed me away with a knowing look as soon as the ER doctors took her girl for treatment.  I left the hospital feeling more embarrassed and ashamed than I ever did before or after.

The dream ended as I woke up from sleep, though unlike real sleep I wasn�t foggy or anything, snapping instantly awake at the behest of the doctor�s voice.

�My oh my,� she said.  �It was guilt after all.�

�I guess I did repress the memory, didn�t I.�

�Do you now realize there was no need to feel guilty about what you�d done and your reaction to it?�

�I suppose I do...now,� I said, regarding my new erection.  �How did I let it happen to me, the whole ED thing?�

�Mike, the human mind is a complicated machine, much more than a computer. We�re learning every day how events and behaviors shape our sexuality. In your case, I theorized correctly, and helped you see the cause.�

I grasped my re-stiffened cock like a prized possession I didn�t want to relinquish.  �Is this real, Ann?  Am I better?�

�It sure looks like it, Mike.�

We stood and walked toward each other.  She hugged me, not missing the opportunity to rub against my miraculously stiff cock.  �Now go home and use that on your wife. She�s been waiting long enough.�

�Thank you, Doctor, and thank your daughter too. In case she doesn�t know already, tell her I think she�s as beautiful and desirable as her mother.�

Dr. Ann Lessieure said to me before I left, �Remember, my door�s always open for you.�

I knew which �door� she meant.

 

I surprised Marcy with a huge bouquet of roses.  I told her that she�d get another surprise later.  Until we were in bed later that night, I didn�t know if she had figured out what the surprise would be.

Yes, she was suitably surprised.

Our first time was doggie, reminding her that I knew how to ram her better than Leo did, or ever could. I also remembered how she relished that we fucked 'like rabbits' during our honeymoon. Thump... thump... thump... thump...

�Yes...hard...pound me hard...oh yes, I need it...yes, oh YES...!� she cried as I nailed her good and rough like she always wanted it.

I came quickly, my long-time pent-up load filling Marcy so much some squirted out along the side of my buried cock.  Like I was making up for that lost time, I remained hard and kept fucking her.  She screamed so loudly I knew the kids would hear and worry about what was going on, so we stopped, covered up, and waited for the anticipated intrusion.

�Is mommy okay?� the oldest said when he entered our bedroom.

�I�m okay,� Marcy said.  �I was just happy that Daddy�s feeling better.�

�But I thought he wasn�t really sick.�

�He was maybe just a little sick, but he�s much better now.  Go back to bed, we�re fine.�

As soon as the door was closed, she giggled and went down on me. She exaggerated a slurping sound as she sucked my cock, and then giggled and said she was happy she had a nice �rod� again to suck on.

We fucked off and on all night, not getting much sleep.  In the morning I told her a little about what Dr. Ann had helped me discover, though I didn�t say anything about her daughter�s bare-ass acting job that helped bring it all out.

�I love you, sweetheart,� she said, �and I�m glad the old you is back.�

�Me too.�

 

Leo couldn�t hide his disappointment that he wouldn�t have another go-round with Marcy.  He made up for it by bragging about him and Gina, which I didn�t mind hearing about now that I was over my ED.  Conversely, I couldn�t hide my disappointment in not seeing Ann Lessieure anymore.  Marcy figured it out, and God bless her, hinted that she wouldn�t mind if the doctor came to dinner one night, seeing that she�d had her one night with Leo.

The invitation was made and Ann accepted.  Marcy planned and cooked the meal, then before my guest arrived, took the kids out for the evening, saying, �I don�t need to watch you two have fun. I already had mine; so this is my thank you gesture to her. I�ll make sure we�re out long enough. I love you.�

With that, they were gone, and I was a teenager again waiting for my date.  When the bell rang and I opened the door, I was surprised to see not one, but two beauties on the doorstep.

�You�ve met her already, but let me introduce my daughter Angelina,� Ann said as I invited them in.

�Hi, Mike, are you still all fixed?� young and effervescent Angelina said to me once inside.  I winked and said that I was indeed fixed, and that Marcy thanked her and her mom for accomplishing the cure.  Ann wore a knit dress that clung to her curvy body like a second skin, while daughter had on a very short denim skirt and a tank top equally as tight as her mom�s dress, though she didn�t have nearly the same amount of chest flesh fighting for space underneath.

Ann assured me that her daughter could have a glass of wine, so we sipped while I set the food Marcy had prepared on the table. As I was holding the chair for her, Angelina giggled and said, �This is gonna be like, SO cool!�

When I did the same for Ann, I whispered in her ear, �I was hoping we�d, you know, have sex tonight. That�s why Marcy�s out of the house...she�s okay with it.�

Ann smiled up at me and said, louder than I would have liked, �Who said we wouldn�t fuck?�

Mother and daughter looked at each other, and then Angelina said, �Oh, it�s gonna be WAY cool!�

Ann said to her across the table, �Are you wet already?�  Angelina answered with an emphatic nod.  Ann then said, �So, let�s eat!�

I stood there for a moment, my erection straining my pants, thinking about the wonders that the next couple of hours might bring.  I lifted my wine glass and toasted, �To my cure and those who cured me!� answered by both girl and woman with �To his cure!� 

When I noticed both Angelina and Ann running their tongues over the rims of their wine glasses while smiling at me, I thought oh yeah, mother AND daughter, and no dysfunction anymore...

...WAY cool!

 

The End

 

Donna M.

 

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