 My
life was good. No. It was great. I had found the woman of my dreams.
Marie and I got married just after she graduated Medical School and
opened a small family practice with my best friend, Alex, and her wife,
Nicole. Marie had always wanted babies so she got pregnant. Sounds
lovely, doesn’t it? Sounds like the perfect life one aspires for, but
fate had a cynical plan waiting for us.The day Marie delivered our twin girls is the day Marisol, Marie’s best friend had a traumatic car accident and died. My once happy go lucky wife has shut down from everything and everyone around her, including me. On Alex’s advice I sought out a therapist to help me, help Marie, but that’s not exactly what happened. Little did I realize that I was the one who needed therapy. Could Dr. Emma help me break through the mental block that threatened to ruin my life? "What could you possibly be stressed about? You have everything you want, including me." I ignored her. She grabbed a cue stick off the rack and snuggled between the table and me, wiggling her ass, making it impossible for me take a shot. "What do you want?" I asked, backing away from her, afraid that Marie might find us together. She caught my arm and pulled me toward her. "You," she said and started kissing me. I couldn’t believe the audacity this woman had, by her kissing me with Marie only steps away from us. She was practically throwing herself at me. Better judgment told me to stop. The excitement I felt wouldn’t allow me. Her perfume intoxicated me more than the beers I had drank and my passions needed tending. Knowing Marie wouldn’t relieve me tonight, I decided I needed Dr. Emma as much as I needed the air to breathe. "Show me what a pool table is really for," she said, grabbing my ass. I grabbed her, forcibly pushing her against the pool table returning her passionate kisses. Raising her skirt, I lifted her and sat her on the table. Spreading her legs, I slipped in between them, devouring every moment I could spend with her. Tearing the buttons off her shirt, I plunged my face onto her cleavage. After all, she was in my house, and would now play by my rules. Rules she would not soon forget! I slid my hand under her skirt. No panties, I liked that she had come prepared. Feeling her hot pussy excited me even more. I fondled her fur. She moaned and moved toward my hand. "I want you," I slurred. "Shh." Her hot breath teased my ear while her hands unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I slid three fingers into her wetness. She clenched her teeth, wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. She pulled my shirt up but not off, catching me in an awkward position with my arms trapped over my head. She used my own shirt to bind my arms. She only needed one hand to hold me captive while she suckled my breast, her tongue teasing my hard nipple. My pants slid down my legs, leaving me exposed to her whims as she caressed my crotch. Her first touch buckled my knees. Then she squeezed her legs tighter around me. "Drunk or not, you stand," Emma ordered while slowly teasing my clit. |
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