It was after five when Rosemary and Bruce arrived for their appointment. Josh was waiting for them in the reception area, and while greeting Rosemary, he couldn't help but notice the change in her. No longer did she appear painfully shy; now, she stood with her shoulders back and her chin lifted. Even her outfit was more daring. Josh tried not to let his gaze linger on her strapless sundress. It was made of a stretchy material, and the bodice clung to Rosemary's breasts.

Beside her, Bruce was obviously uncomfortable. He was tall and muscular, his handshake firm, but he often looked anywhere except Josh's face. With his close-cropped dark hair and full lips, he was a good-looking man, though one would have guessed he was more than just a year older than Rosemary. In fact, he appeared closer to Josh's age. 

Josh led them to his office, and the couple sat together on the couch. Bruce was still in his work uniform, and he nervously wiped his hands on his pants. After Josh sat in his chair across from them, he retrieved his notepad and desperately tried not to think of how alluring Rosemary had been while exposing herself only days before.

Regarding the woman now, Josh offered a warm smile. "The last time we talked, Rosemary, you said you planned to have a discussion with Bruce."

Rosemary nodded, reaching for her husband's hand. A good sign, Josh thought.

"I went home after my appointment with you, and I told Bruce I'm not staying married to a man who makes me feel ashamed about my body." Rosemary spoke with an unmistakable confidence.

Josh looked from her to Bruce, his eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Uh... how did you react to that, Bruce?"

Finally, the man met his eyes. "Well..." He cleared his throat and tried again. "I was shocked Rosemary had seen a therapist, because I had no idea my comment about her... her..."

"My clitoris," Rosemary interjected.

"Right." Bruce's knee bounced up and down at a distracting speed. "I didn't know I'd made her feel so self-conscious. Honestly, that wasn't ever my intention." His expression filled with remorse. "I just wasn't sure what to do with a clit that size. My past girlfriends, they only wanted me to flick my tongue over theirs." His fair complexion flushed a deep red. "I guess I got all hung up on my thoughts. I wondered if I should suck Rosemary's clit, you know, like women do with a man. But that felt wrong to me..."

Rosemary jerked her hand away from Bruce, then folded her arms over her chest.

Josh aimed for the neutral, calm tone he used to diffuse tension. "There's nothing wrong with sucking a clitoris, Bruce. In fact, many women enjoy that. You don't have to use just your tongue."

As Bruce rubbed the back of his neck, Josh sensed he was working up his nerve.

"I'm terrified of losing Rosemary, especially over something like this," Bruce finally revealed in a rush. "She told me she asked you to look at her clitoris, and you said it was beautiful."

Alarmed, Josh locked eyes with Rosemary. She'd promised not to reveal that to anyone. 

"He won't say anything to anybody," Rosemary hurriedly assured Josh. "I told him if he betrays my trust, our marriage is over."

"And who would I tell about this?" Bruce chimed in, his voice bitter. "Hell, I'm sitting in a therapist's office because I can't please my wife." He gave Josh a beseeching stare. "But you? You changed her overnight simply by making her feel good about her body. So..." He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I want you to show me how to use my mouth to give her pleasure."

Josh made no attempt to hide his shock. "I'm sorry... what?"

"You obviously find her attractive; after all, you said yourself that she's beautiful," Bruce pointed out. "Would it be that difficult for you to go down on her while I watch? Just so I can learn what to do."

Josh turned to Rosemary, expecting her to vehemently protest the idea. Instead, her eyes were wide and hopeful. Her lips parted, and her chest quickly rose and fell, letting Josh know she was aroused. So vividly, he recalled her gorgeous clit. Was it throbbing now? 

His cock had begun to harden as soon as he heard Bruce's outlandish suggestion. Practically all he'd thought about the past several days was tasting Rosemary. Yet he firmly shook his head. "I'm her therapist, and—"

"I don't want you to be my therapist anymore," Rosemary said. "Josh, you solved my problem in one session, and now I know what I need from my marriage. If Bruce could just see that another man isn't repulsed by my clitoris, then he'll feel more comfortable using his mouth on me." As she spoke, she slowly lifted the hem of her dress higher, revealing more of her bare legs.

Josh gripped the notepad he held. His cock was fully hard now, and his mouth watered at the opportunity being placed before him. Somehow, he managed to keep his voice even as he said, "As of this moment, you are no longer my patient, Rosemary. Do you understand?"

"I understand." She nodded for emphasis while flashing some thigh.

"I won't charge for this appointment, and if you find you still need therapy, I'll refer you to someone else." Josh set aside the notepad, making no attempt to hide his erection. He decided to let Bruce see how much Rosemary turned him on. 

"Take off your panties," Josh instructed the woman quietly.

Bruce stared, his eyes wide, as Rosemary hurried to her feet. In record time, she'd removed her sandals and had reached beneath her dress to yank down her plain cotton underwear. When she sat back down on the couch, her dress was bunched around her waist.

Josh again looked at Bruce. "Are you sure?" he asked. "If you feel this might cause problems in your marriage, then you should say so right now."

Bruce gazed upon Rosemary, his expression strangely tender. "I'm the one who's caused problems in our marriage," he said. "And now I need to learn how to fix them."

Josh hesitated only a moment before rising from his chair. As he approached the couch, he noticed Rosemary staring at his groin. 

Wordlessly, Josh sank to his knees before her. In response, she spread her legs to reveal that gorgeous cunt he'd been fantasizing about nonstop. It took all his will to tear his gaze away and focus his attention on Bruce.

"Come kneel beside me," he told the man, who was quick to obey. To Rosemary, Josh said, "Scoot toward us. I want you as close to the cushion's edge as possible."

Again, Rosemary readily nodded. Without a hint of embarrassment, she eased toward Josh and Bruce, keeping her legs open wide. When Josh decided she was still too far away, he grasped her hips and positioned her exactly how he wanted. She was pliant beneath his hands, allowing him to do what he wished. Her heels were planted on the very edge of the cushion, leaving her spread wide and on full display.

Glancing toward Bruce, Josh found the man's face was just inches from his. "Going down on your wife isn't something you should view as a chore, or a task to complete before you have intercourse." He spoke in a casual tone, trying not to sound as if he was giving a lecture. Bruce listened intently, his expression earnest. He looked from Josh to Rosemary's exposed vulva, then back to Josh again.

"Take the time to make sure she's relaxed," Josh went on. "Let her know this is something you truly enjoy." To illustrate his point, he planted kisses along the length of Rosemary's inner thigh. Breathing in, he caught her scent; the heady aroma made his cock give a fierce twitch. Despite his longing to bury his face in Rosemary's cunt, Josh managed to restrain himself. With a gentle touch, he spread her outer labia farther apart. Already, the curls covering those lips were wet. 

"Some women like to be teased a little," he murmured to Bruce, then let his warm breath waft over Rosemary's inner folds. The sensation caused her to shiver with pleasure. "Don't rush unless she gives you a sign that she wants you to move faster."

Extending his tongue, Josh gave Rosemary's hot flesh a slow, sensual lick. She made no attempt to suppress her lustful moans, and those sounds encouraged Josh to continue his exploration of her cunt. Almost immediately, the taste of her juice embedded itself on his tongue. When he began eagerly licking and sucking her inner lips, she placed a hand on his head. 

Josh could hear Bruce breathing faster; he felt each exhalation against his cheek. Growing bolder, Josh slid his tongue downward in order to prod at Rosemary's entrance.

"Please!" Rosemary said through her own quickened breaths. Josh was thrilled to witness her hips rocking with a subtle rhythm.

Lifting his head, he smiled at Bruce. "I think she's ready for more."

Rosemary's husband appeared both excited and slightly bewildered by what was taking place. Josh couldn't blame him, for the situation was beyond surreal. 

Returning his attention to Rosemary, Josh gathered some of her ample juice on his fingertip, then caressed the right side of her clit. That slick bud yielded to his touch, and Rosemary's soft cries only grew louder when he used direct stimulation. The rounded tip rolled beneath his finger; he gasped to see her clitoris swelling even more.

Meeting Rosemary's eyes, he discovered she was utterly overwhelmed by her need. Desperately, she tugged down the bodice of her sundress, and the sight of her breasts made him release his own moan. Her nipples, not yet fully hard, were a deep rose. As she fondled those peaks, he reached between his legs in order to adjust his erection in his pants.

Beside him, Bruce was stroking himself through his uniform, and Josh had to wonder if the man had ever seen his wife so turned on. 

"Watch closely," he told Bruce before taking Rosemary's clit between his thumb and forefinger. Tentatively at first, he stroked that elongated pearl, and the sensation made her lift her ass off the couch.

"Too much?" Josh asked, immediately stopping.

Rosemary shook her head. "Oh God, that feels good!"

Josh couldn't hide his pleased smile. To Bruce, he said, "Go on and touch your wife the way I just did."

Bruce was shaking a little when he reached to stroke her. As he pleasured Rosemary's sensitive clit, she closed her eyes and continued playing with her nipples. Josh brought his fingertip to her entrance and waited for her reaction.

"Yes," she told him in a guttural voice, and he grinned while sliding his finger inside her cunt. Bruce rubbed her faster, his groans barely audible. 

"See her thighs trembling?" Josh asked Bruce, who nodded. "She's close. She's about to come for us!"

Josh fucked her with two slick fingers as Bruce worked at her clit, his pace almost punishing. Josh was about to advise him to take it easy, but before he could say a word, Rosemary again arched her back. Her cries ricocheted off the walls, and her entire body shuddered and spasmed as though she was being shocked. 

Bruce stared up at her, incredulous. "My God, baby," he breathed, still furiously rubbing her clitoris.

Josh felt Rosemary's muscles contract around his fingers. "Oh yes, she's coming so hard!"

When the young woman finally stopped quivering and tried to retreat from Bruce's touch, Josh told him in a low voice, "That's enough for now."

Bruce quickly withdrew his hand, then brought his fingers to his lips to suck them clean. Watching him, Josh wished he could do the same, but he was trying to maintain at least a few boundaries between himself and this couple. 

Rosemary's breathing remained shallow as she started to sit up. Josh placed a hand on her hip to stop her. 

"We're not finished yet," he said. "Not unless you want to be."

For the first time, she looked shy. Yet her smile made it clear she was eager for more of their attention.

Josh gave her time to recover from the orgasm. Kissing and nuzzling her inner thigh, he dared to stroke his cock again. Fuck, his pre-cum had soaked through the fabric of his pants! No time to worry about it now, he decided. Instead, he instructed Rosemary to keep playing with her tits. 

Bruce slid his palm over Rosemary's leg, inching toward her sex. "You think we can make her come again?" he asked Josh.

"I do. Her clit will remain sensitive for some time, and it tends to be easier to make her orgasm once you've gotten her so worked up." To illustrate, he gestured toward Rosemary's swollen clitoris. It still quivered and pulsed. "The trick is not to try again too soon, or you risk desensitizing her." Tenderly, Josh caressed her bud. "How's that feel, Rosemary? Is it too much?"

Gazing down at him, she shook her head. Her nipples were now elongated from all the stimulation she'd given them. "No, Josh, I want more." 

He wanted to give her more. Not just more of his mouth and fingers, but every inch of his cock. Struggling to distract himself from that line of thought, he said to Bruce, "I'm going to suck and lick her clitoris."

Bruce made a sound like a whimper, his hand again straying to his erection. 

As gently as he'd grazed Rosemary with his fingers, Josh now used his tongue. He couldn't hold back a groan of satisfaction upon feeling that nub pulse in response to his passionate licks. The taste and scent of her cunt had him ready to rut like a feral creature, but he managed to subdue his impulses. 

Bruce was leaning close, intently studying Josh's method. When Josh wrapped his lips around that erect bud and tenderly suckled, both husband and wife moaned. 

Josh had never before pleasured a clitoris so large, and to savor the moment, he enthusiastically drew it between his lips while his tongue continued sweeping back and forth. 

Rosemary started releasing those pre-orgasmic cries. To Josh's delight, she grabbed his hair.

"Oh, my God!" she wailed. "I'm gonna... I can't...!"

Her hips bucked so powerfully that her engorged clit escaped Josh's lips. Quickly, he moved to use his fingers, and Rosemary's cries morphed into screams as the orgasm rippled through her body.

Overwhelmed by his own arousal, Josh lowered his mouth to Rosemary's inner thigh and fiercely suckled her skin. She was panting, slow to come down from her climax, but Josh didn't give her the same recovery time he'd granted earlier. Instead, he forced himself away from this woman who provided such temptation.

To Bruce, he said, "It's your turn. Suck her clit and make her come."

Rosemary whined but didn't refuse her husband. Bruce drew in a deep breath before taking Josh's place. Glancing up at his wife, he offered a loving smile, and she leaned forward to stroke his hair. 

Then Bruce showed how much he'd learned. His tongue was slow at first, almost languid, and Josh had to admire his restraint. Rosemary's face was hot; Josh could smell her clean sweat. She appeared close to tears while witnessing her husband strive to please her.

"That's so good," she told him. "Faster, please, more!" 

Josh gave his cock a squeeze, wanting more than anything to masturbate. Bruce's tongue flicked against Rosemary's pearl at a steadily increasing speed, and he soon had her making those wild noises. 

Finally, the man sucked her clitoris into his mouth. Rosemary clawed at the couch cushions, and the sight of her round, firm breasts drove Josh to free his erection. 

A sigh of blatant relief escaped him as he stroked his cock. Bruce was applying so much suction to Rosemary's clit that his cheeks were hollowed. 

"Fuck!" she shrieked, her thighs threatening to clamp shut. Josh let go of his dick in order to grab her. 

"Come for him," he ordered. "Show your husband how much you love him feasting on your cunt."

Rosemary threw her head back and let out another low scream. Then she fell completely silent as her body quaked. Bruce kept up his oral pleasuring until his wife begged for mercy. 

"That was perfect!" Josh said, clapping Bruce on the back. The man's triumphant grin was followed by his tongue snaking out to lick his lips clean. Briefly, he lowered his stare to Josh's dick.

"Sorry about that," Josh apologized to them both. "I shouldn't have..." He hurried to put his cock away.

Rosemary must have sensed his abject state, for she said, "Josh, wait."

He froze, looking at her expectantly. Again, she smiled shyly.

"I'm sure Bruce is just as hard as you are right now," she went on. "It's not fair that I should have all the fun."

Josh's dick jumped. Trying to ignore his body's overt display of lust, he said, "This session was about your needs, Rosemary. I can, uh, take care of my own needs after you and Bruce leave."

She surprised him by shaking her head firmly. "We're not finished yet. Unless you want to be."

Josh didn't want to be. And hadn't he already crossed so many lines with these two? How could he muster up the will to resist stepping over another?

Running a hand through his hair, he asked, "What did you have in mind?"

She sat up, only to slide down onto the floor between Josh and Bruce. Resting on her knees, she gathered her breasts in her hands. "I want you both to come all over me."

"Fuck, yes!" Bruce immediately went to work at his fly. In seconds, he had his hard dick in his hand.  

Josh couldn't move for a moment. He merely stared at Rosemary, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Her suggestion was straight out of a porno; the women Josh had slept with in the past had never asked him to ejaculate on them. 

"Stand up," Rosemary urged them. "You two definitely need some relief."

Both men climbed to their feet, standing on either side of her. She didn't hesitate to grasp their cocks. Josh groaned in pleasure at that first illicit touch, while Bruce let out a helpless grunt.

Rosemary beamed up at her husband, and then at Josh. Josh couldn't resist returning her lovely smile even as his groans grew louder. Her grip was perfect: firm, but not rough. And the sight of her tits swaying added to his excitement until he was right on edge.

"I'm almost there," he warned in case she'd changed her mind about where she wanted his semen.

Bruce drew in a shuddering breath, and Rosemary clearly sensed he was at the precipice, for she tilted her head back to expose plenty of her neck and chest. 

"Come!" she urged in a pleading tone that made Josh's balls tighten.

As if under his wife's command, Bruce let go. His seed burst forth in fat globs, raining down on Rosemary's skin.

The filthy sight propelled Josh toward his own release, and his cum almost immediately joined the other man's in marking Rosemary's throat and chest, as well as the tops of her breasts. She squealed, then laughed when more semen reached her chin. 

Breathing heavily, Josh basked in the feel of this gorgeous woman milking his cockhead, eager to drain him dry. She focused equal attention on the two cocks before her, daring to plant a kiss on the tip of each one when she was certain the men were fully spent. Josh trembled as her lips grazed his sensitive flesh. 

Bruce was flushed, still breathing hard. He appeared dazed, his eyes widening at the sight of his wife licking her cum-stained lips. Somehow, the man regained his composure enough to put his cock away and then retrieve a handkerchief from his pants pocket. Like a dutiful husband, he set about wiping Rosemary clean while Josh grabbed some tissues to aid in the task.

Rosemary thrust out her breasts, and Josh heard her faint moan as he lingered over her nipples. Glancing up at him, she flashed one of those sweet smiles. "My clit is still so sensitive!"

"We gave it quite the workout," he replied with a wink. "But in a day or two, you'll be ready for Bruce's mouth again."

After Bruce helped Rosemary to her feet, he cupped her face in his hands and gave her a deep kiss. Josh turned away, trying to grant them a bit of privacy, but as he tossed the soiled tissues in the wastebasket and then set about straightening his clothes, he heard Bruce whisper, "I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy, Rosemary."

The office smelled of cum, and the scent of Rosemary's sex lingered in the air as well. After the couple was gone, Bruce would open a window, and he realized the couch and carpet would need cleaning. Rosemary had left a damp spot on the cushion, and a few stray drops of semen dotted the floor.

Well worth the extra trouble, Josh told himself, unable to hide his own smile. Rosemary tugged up the bodice of her dress, then put on her panties. Once she'd strapped the sandals onto her feet, Josh walked the young woman and her husband out to the reception area. 

"There's a restroom," he told them, pointing to a door on the right. "Feel free to wash up before heading home."

A little later, the couple was ready to leave. Bruce gave Josh's hand a hearty shake. "Thanks so much for seeing us this evening," the man said.

Rosemary didn't hesitate to draw Josh into an embrace. "Thank you, Josh," she murmured against his shirt.

He briefly held her to him, growing bold enough to stroke her hair. "I'm glad I was able to help."  

Standing at the office door, Josh watched the couple walk hand in hand toward their car. As Rosemary looked over at her husband, the fading sunlight fell upon her beautiful face, and her smile shone bright.

Josh lifted a hand to wave goodbye. Bruce and Rosemary gave him a happy wave in return. Once they were gone, Josh started back to his office. On the way, he couldn't resist the urge to press his fingers to his lips. Rosemary's scent still clung to his skin.  

Josh allowed himself a furtive lick, a final taste of ripe cunt. Then he set to work cleaning the carpet. On his knees, scrubbing at a spot of drying cum, he had to laugh as he said under his breath, "Maybe I should have been a sex therapist after all."