“Come on in!” Janice cheered, as she stepped aside, letting the short, chubby man inside. He set down his briefcase, which resembled a suitcase. “I’m Janice, and John is my husband. He’ll be along shortly. Honey, the doctor is here,” Janice called out to me. “Yeah, I’ll be right there,” I said, as I threw away my paper plate from lunch. She didn’t have time to make me lunch, even though she doesn’t work. So I settled for a half-ass sandwich and chips. Something better improve, or I’m leaving her. These were my thoughts as I exited the kitchen. Janice and I had been searching for some marriage counseling, and this ‘Dr. Upson’ looked promising. Especially because he did house calls, and we didn’t want everyone to know that our marriage was on the rocks. The appointment for a consult been made, and here he was. He was a short, chubby man, and he carried a briefcase that looked more like a suitcase. He seemed nice–happy. It was mysterious seeing somebody that appeared so happy and fulfilled. I strode in, and joined them at the table, where Dr. Upson was already talking shop. “Now, I use some unique techniques that few people endorse, or even know about, but I have 100% success. Nobody makes that claim, because quite honestly, not all marriages are considered ‘save-able’. But I have always been successful,” he said, as he grinned. The grin he gave Janice was a bit suggestive, and I started to protest, but then I looked at the poor, chubby, curly haired guy, and stopped worrying. Let him get an eyeful. “Okay, well, what are your terms, pricing?” I asked. “Well, it depends. Why don’t we do a practice session, free of charge, and then you can see if it is something you are interested in, before you decide yes or no. Is that okay?” he asked, with incredible calm. Janice and I agreed, and we opened up his briefcase. “Have you ever seen Ankara escort one of these?” he asked, as he produced what looked like an ancient necklace, with a leather strap on it. “This is a piece of jewelry from ancient Egypt. Check it out,” he grinned, as he handed the necklace to Janice. Janice started looking at it, then froze for a second, shook her head, and looked back at Dr. Upson. “Let John see it,” he grinned, as though he was waiting for us to get the joke or something. Janice stared at me blankly, and handed me the necklace. I looked at it, and it was unremarkable. The string was… I just sat there, as something washed over me. Suddenly, it was as if my entire mind was a giant warehouse, with no thoughts of any kind. I stared blankly at the man. I could see that he spoke something to Janice. She grinned, shook her head up and down, and started to undo her blouse. Something inside of me was churning, like something was trying to get into my empty warehouse mind. “Wait!” Dr. Upson said directly to me. Wait. That was it! I must wait! It hit me like something I had been trying to figure out my whole life. It all made sense now, I just needed to wait! I sat back, and watched, as Janice took off her shirt, then her bra. More instructions from the doctor, and she leaned in to him. He started squeezing her tits. He started twisting her nipples, and I could see she was in pain, but she just held her chest out, allowing the assault on her titties. He then gave her some instructions, and she looked blankly at me for a second, then nodded at him. She stepped out of her skirt, removed her panties, and was completely naked. She started dancing around him, sexily. She took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack, then came back and sat her ass down in his lap, right where his cock probably Ankara escort bayan was. She began to grind into him, and he was smiling. This all started to seem confusing, but then I remembered – wait. I just had to wait. The entire world made perfect sense from the point of view of me waiting. She continued her gyrations while grinding into his cock. She got up, turned around, and with her legs spread, sat down on his lap again. She began to rub her pussy onto his cock area, while rubbing her tits all over his face. This went on for awhile, then she got up. She turned around to face Dr. Upson, and went down on her knees. She began to undo his belt, and then his zipper. Once down, he stood up slightly, and she pulled down his pants, exposing his short legs. She removed his shoes, and pulled his pants all the way off. As she was doing this, he removed his shirt. He was a short man, and he had short, curly body hair all over. Janice continued, and started to pull open his boxer shorts. She pulled out his cock, and it was maybe medium length, but had a large, over-sized head. He reached down, and pulled off his boxer shorts, exposing his hairy balls. They were larger than you would expect from such a short man. All at once, they both looked at me. Dr. Upson whispered something lengthy into Janice’s ear, and she grinned as she was staring at me. “Kneel down here and do what your wife tells you.” he said in a clear, almost giddy tone. The words again hit me like a new life direction. As if the biggest mystery had just been solved, I simply needed to kneel down beside my wife and obey her instructions. I obeyed, and Janice looked into my eyes. “Get naked.” Janice commanded. I did as she said, clumsily clambering out of my shoes, pants, shirt, and underwear, trying my best to stay on my knees Escort Ankara between this man’s legs. Janice then took ahold of Dr. Upson’s cock, and pointed it lazily upward. “Put your tongue in the tip of his cock, and wiggle it around,” she said, with a blank stare. I leaned in, still amazed by all of this, and slowly dipped my tongue in the slit of his cock. It tasted salty. I continued to slowly wiggle my tongue around the inside of the slit of his stiffening cock. Janice took my right hand, turned it upside down, and put it right up to his balls. “Tickle them” she said. I started to tickle the underside of his balls, while Janice held his stiffening cock in place so that I could resume teasing his cock slit. “Mmmmmm, that’s it. Great work! The husbands always suck the best cock!” Dr. Upson exclaimed, as his cock grew. His cock head was becoming enormous, and my tongue was sinking deeper and deeper in his slit. He whispered something to Janice, and she grinned and nodded. “Put the head of his cock in your mouth, wrap your lips around the edges and start sucking. Keep tickling his balls too” she said, matter-of-factly. Each instruction became more clear, and more ‘normal’ to follow. I opened my mouth, and stuffed his puffy cock head in my mouth. Smelling his musky scent, and tasting his cockhead, and his salty discharge, became like home to me. I felt comforted, secure, as long as his cock head was in my mouth, and that salty, warm taste was on my tongue. “Now, run your tongue around and around his head while you are sucking,” she commanded. I started running my tongue around his thick, puffy head. He was starting to twitch as he smiled down at me. He started to stroke his cock as I treated his cock head to a slow tongue bath. “Okay, now you, dance for me sexy,” Dr. Upson waved at Janice. She stood up, and with her tits in her hand, began juggling them, and swishing her hips back and forth. Dr. Upson looked down at me, and as he let go of his cock, he grinned. “Stroke my cock with your left hand,” he asked cheerfully, as he gyrated his knob around my mouth. That was it! I needed just to stroke his cock with my left hand.