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Kate had a disastrous evening that drove her husband Jim away. Did he come to his senses and go back to his wife or did he get the help he needed from his Psychiatrist friend Sandra. Here is a recap from Jim's point of view.
My Disastrous Night 2 - Sandra

Kate had a disastrous evening that drove her husband Jim away. Did he come to his senses and go back to his wife or did he get the help he needed from his Psychiatrist friend Sandra. Here is a recap from Jim's point of view.


"Kate, are you ready to go?" I asked.

"Just about, Jim," she replied. "So Jim, are you going to wear that new cologne I got you?"

"I'd love to but I can't," I told her.

"What, why not?" she objected.

"Robert said that Andrew's wife Sandra is allergic to most cologne and he specifically asked me not to wear any, and for you to go easy on the perfume. So please, for me, OK, don't wear any?"

"Do I get to use deodorant?" she asked.

"Don't be silly. Robert didn't say anything about that, so go ahead."

The dinner was going just fine. I had met Andrew before a couple of times. He was built like me, tall, dark, and handsome, but a few years younger. His wife Sandra was a fox, and very smart, being a Psychiatrist. Her red hair complemented her freckles and blue eyes. Her overall body structure was tall and slender to medium built. Her breasts looked full but not oversized. Either she had on just the right bra to hold them out perfectly or she had firm breasts that didn't sag an inch. I fantasized about finding out which. Then I thought I caught my wife watching me so I looked away. But not before falling in love with her mouth. Her perfect teeth complemented her full lips. The hot red lipstick that matched her hair finished off what I knew was a beautiful woman and I was jealous of Andrew.

Eventually, with everyone drinking wine, someone would have to excuse them self and use the bathroom. Andrew was the first. As he left Kate leaned over and said, "I need to use the bathroom too so I'll be right back."

"Wait for me there," I said, "I'm right behind you. I'll give you a two-minute head start." I watched as she left and then took the opportunity to talk with Sandra. We happened to be sitting next to each other, her at the end of the table and me on the one side. I felt her knee touch mine but she didn't stop talking or move it away. Letting her talk I backed my leg up slightly to see what would happen. Though it was only a couple of inches her leg followed mine and my heart skipped a beat.

Robert asked Sandra a question and as he did she slowly rubbed her knee along the upper part of my leg, no one aware of what was happening under the table. I totally forgot about meeting Kate in the bathroom until she walked back in. At first she had a smile on her face but when she saw me she went almost faint looking. Had she seen Sandra and me? Did she know we were flirting?

Kate sat down and I moved my leg away from Sandra's. I knew she had to have seen something so I tried to play it cool with Sandra the rest of the evening. But it didn't help. Kate was drinking more alcohol than she ever had. When dinner ended we just mingled and talked for another hour. Kate never stopped drinking. It actually made it easier to talk to Sandra which I did a few times, making sure I spent a lot of time with our client Andrew. But Andrew seemed out of it, like he didn't care. Whenever we talked business it seemed as though everything we proposed was fine with him, just as long as I was on the account. He was firm about that.

At one point Sandra slipped me a number and whispered in my ear, "It's a service I use. They will page me directly and only me. Just tell the service your name. They'll take it from there. You should call me tonight. I'd like to get better acquainted. It doesn't look like your wife will be up to anything but sleeping it off."

"You don't know how much I want to, but I have two boys I have promised a fishing trip to and I can't break the date," I explained. "But I may just take a rain check if that's OK."

"Your loss," she said. "Don't lose the number. I'll be around in case you change your mind."

I tucked it away in my wallet and went back to my wife.

"You've been putting those away pretty good the last hour honey. Everything OK?" I asked.

"I'm doing jes fine Jimmy boy, and how are you doin' with du other guests?" she slurred.

"Kate, it's late Honey and you definitely need to get home. We're leaving," I informed her. I gave our apologies and we left. I thought about Sandra on the way home, what it would be like to be in her arms, to feel my bare body against hers, to make love to her. It seemed like I had been fantasizing a lot lately.

We didn't get home until after 10:00 PM. I helped Kate to the bedroom just in time for her to get to the bathroom and throw up.

"I'm going to cancel the fishing trip," I told Kate.

"No you're not," Kate objected. "Mom will be fine without me and I'll be fine here alone. The boys have been looking forward to this trip. Go have fun."

"OK but if there is any problem you call me," I insisted. I left her to go get the boys. The truck and camper were already loaded and ready to go.

Charlie stopped me in the hallway. "Dad, I overheard. If you want to put off the fishing trip or even cancel it altogether it would be fine with me. To tell you the truth I would rather just go spend the night at my friend Daniel's house."

"Oh no you don't," I objected. "This is the last year we will all get to go fishing together. We've done it every year and we are not going to miss this one. Next year you will be out on your own so you can do whatever you want. But this year we are going fishing."

So I loaded us up in the truck and headed out. In less than an hour I had arrived at my mother's and unloaded some clothes. Instead of putting the boys in the camper I brought them into the house. I put Charlie on the living room couch and Tony slept with me in the spare bedroom. The boys went right to sleep. So did I.

Sometime around 2:00 AM my mother woke me up to say that Kate was on the phone and needed to talk to me. Mom's only phone was in the kitchen. "Kate, is everything OK?"

"Jim, I need you to come home right now. I' sorry to have to ask but please come home."

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yes, just come home please," she begged.

"OK, I'll be home soon," I told her. "I may be a couple of hours as I need to get the boys up and dressed. I Love you."

But after hanging up I told my mother that I was leaving the boys here and driving straight home, that I would call. If I could I would be back in the morning. Then I unhitched the truck from the camper and hopped in, heading for home.

After about an hour from the time Kate first called, I was walking into the house. The house was dark but I could hear noises. I headed for our bedroom where the noises were coming from. The closer I got the more distinct they became, grunting sounds and what sounded like my wife moaning. That was a sound I recognized, the sound she had made many a time when we made love. When I got to our bedroom I flipped on the light. There on the bed on her back was my wife, completely nude. And mounted on top of her was Bear, our German shepherd, fucking my wife in the missionary position, just like a man would fuck a woman. What astounded me even more was the fact that it didn't look like she was trying to stop him at all.

When she started to speak I looked at her face, smeared with what had to be Bear's cum. It made me sick. I turned and left, not really listening to her protests as I walked out of our bedroom, out of our house.

I didn't head straight back to my mother's but just drove around, not sure what to think, what to do. Then it hit me, Sandra's card. She was a Psychiatrist and would know what to make of it all. She could help me through this. I pulled over to the side of the road, pulled out Sandra's paper with the number on it and called it. Sure enough it was an answering service. I gave them my name and they said that I would receive a call shortly.

Five minutes later the phone rang. "Hello," I said.

"So did you change your mind?" Sandra asked.

"Yes, yes I did," I confessed. "I mean no, uh something happened and I need to talk to you. So I called. I know it's late. I'm sorry."

"No, it is fine. But my office building is locked down and I don't do house calls. It doesn't look good. So meet me at the London hotel in half an hour. You'll need to secure a room so we can be alone to talk. I'll meet you in the lobby." Then she hung up, not waiting for any response from me.

The London was one of your better-than-average hotels downtown, only about a 15-minute drive from where I was currently parked. I made it there in 10. I got the room and then sat in a lobby chair, waiting for her. Though the wait was only about 10 minutes, it was certainly well worth it, to see Sandra walk in. She looked stunning. She had on a different outfit than at dinner, a bit more casual. But she looked every bit as beautiful. But this was business. I needed her professional help.

"I hope you didn't have to wait long for me," she said as she walked up to me.

"Only my whole life," I quipped back, "trying to pretend to myself that everything was OK. "I'm sorry, that was stupid to say."

"Don't worry about it." She smiled at me. "Do you have the room?" she asked.

I held up the key and held out my arm. She slipped it in mine and we walked together to the elevator. A couple of minutes later I was opening the door to room 314.

The room was dark and I didn't see the light switch right off. Sandra closed the door behind us anyway and plunged us into total darkness. The next thing I knew we were kissing. She was all over me. My eyes started adjusting to the low light filtering in from the window. We made our way towards the bed, kissing and working at getting our clothes off. I didn't understand. I thought we were going to talk but she had something entirely different in mind.

Sandra was magnificent. She kissed me like I was her long lost lover. Before we were half undressed our tongues had explored each other's mouth and we were looking for something else to conquer. Fortunately by then our upper halves were naked and as she worked on getting my pants off I explored her wonderful breasts. They were just as I had imagined, solid, perfectly shaped. They were flawless. I took a nipple in my mouth and was awed by its size and hardness. She moaned as I swirled my tongue around it and lightly bit down. Then I moved to her other breast and gave it its fair share of attention. By then she had my pants down around my ankles and I kicked them away. She took that moment to completely remove the rest of her clothes. I did the same, having only socks left to go.

We climbed up on the bed and it was Sandra who pushed me down on my back. She took my member in her mouth to get it plenty wet. Though I was already stiff, the attention she gave it by her mouth just made me that much harder. She slid up onto me, straddling my waist. Taking my member in her hand she guided it to her opening. A moment later she dropped herself down onto me, fully engulfing my erection deep in her pussy. She then began a rhythmic back and forth that felt wonderful.

"Now Jim," she started, not missing a beat on her movements, "what seems to be the problem that made you call me."

"You want to talk about that now?" I asked, confused as to whether she wanted to fuck me or give me a psychiatric session.

"I told Andrew that I had an emergency call to see to and that I wouldn't be back until late this morning," she told me. "I think that should be enough time to deal with all of your problems, you being fucked by me only one of them. Now tell me, why did you call? It wasn't to just get fucked. My answering service is trained to evaluate voices and yours was loaded with stress."

"Well I told you about me going fishing with my boys," I began. "Kate called me back home and when I got there, oh God it was horrible." Sandra kept fucking me, a gentle slow pace.

"What was it? What did you find Jim?"

"I found Bear, our German shepherd, fucking my wife, like it was a man doing it. And my wife was enjoying every second of it." The thought was still revolting to me. "She had Bear's cum smeared all over her face. I just turned around and left, left the two of them fucking each other silly."

"What do you think about that, about seeing your wife being fucked by someone else, in this case the family dog?"

"It's sick, that's what I think," I told her.

"Is it any worse than you fucking me right now?"

"Well yeah, I mean you are, uh she was fucking a dog, I'm fucking a beautiful woman," I stammered out.

"You are both cheating on each other, right. She just happens to be cheating on you with a dog. You are cheating on her with your Psychiatrist."

"I guess you're right," I told her.

"Good," she said. "Now let's get down to some real fucking. With that she kicked it into gear and began a violent assault on my body, hard and fast. I didn't even realize myself getting close to a climax. It just happened.

"Oh God, I'm climaxing, I'm sorry. I didn't warn you Sandra. It just came so quick."

She didn't say anything, just kept fucking me for another minute until she fell down onto me and kissed me again. I felt her pussy spasm around my shaft as an orgasm obviously rolled through her body.

"That was nice," she said as she sat up again. My limp dick slid out of her. "I'm going to have to treat you to some oral help to get you back up to par. Can't see wasting this room for just a quickie."

She spread my legs and lying down between them, took my limp member into her mouth. She sucked me like I had never been suck before. Kate was an amateur in comparison. About ten minutes later she had me mostly hard again.

"Now eat my pussy before you put that thing back in it," she ordered. "Dr's orders."

"I always do what my doctor tells me to do," I said. With her on her back and me between her spread legs I first leaned in and took one of her breasts in my mouth. Not quite what the doctor ordered but I couldn't resist. I let my tongue dance on her nipple while I sucker her breast, sliding my mouth closer and closer to that wonderful point, ending in my biting it. I repeated the whole thing on her other nipple and had her moaning with pleasure. I then licked my way down to her pussy. I tasted some of my own cum oozing out. She was wet but I wanted to bring her with my mouth so I began my tongue campaign on her pussy. Soon I had her writhing underneath me.

When I licked across her clit she went wild. I held her down and continued sucking and licking that sensitive little guy until she screamed, "Enough." She thrust upwards and went stiff, her body exploding in a massive orgasm. A minute later she collapsed back to the bed and said, "Now fuck me Jim."

That's what I did, off and on for the next two hours, until we both, exhausted, fell asleep in each other's arms.

We woke up around 8:00 AM the next morning. "What about Andrew?" I asked her. "Does he know about your extracurricular activities?"

"Andrew is in his own world. I'm his second wife. His first died when his daughter Samantha was very young, around 6. She is 14 now and he pays more attention to her than me. I should have known better but married him anyway. Now things are what they are. He does his thing and I do mine. Last night you were my thing."

"But don't you just wonder what he does when you leave like this?" I asked. "Does he just roll over and go to sleep? Does he take the opportunity to go see his mistress?"

"Don't be silly," she said.

"Maybe he is closer to his daughter than you realize," I suggested.

"You're sick," Sandra responded. "He wouldn't...dare...would he? Wow, that would explain...oh my God. I never saw the signs. I was too close."

"Oooh, I think I hit on something," I proudly said.

"Damn you Jim, I think you did," she said. "You know I have made it a practice to never sleep with, well let's just say my clients, more than once. I don't want them getting attached. But you deserve an encore experience. The next time you have a pressing problem like last night, or the next time you feel the urge, just call my answering service."

"Will do. Speaking of doing, now what do we do?" I asked.

"We shower, dress, and get the hell out of here. You have a fishing trip to get to and I should be getting home."

Half an hour later I was on the road, heading back to my mother's house and would arrive mid morning.

The end

Dear Readers. What do you think Sandra's husband Andrew does when his wife is away? Does he just roll over and go to sleep as Jim suggested? Does he go out and play around, knowing that his wife won't be the wiser? Or does he have a special relationship with his daughter, a very special relationship?

3 comments

anonymous readerReport

2011-05-28 09:18:19
I'm not even reading this as a sex story any longer, I climaxed at the first installment, I just had to read on to see what actually happened, it makes me feel sad that kate never got a chance to explain :( I hope there's a happy ending at the end of the tunnel. But non the less, this is fantastic, it's not often you find an erotic story that actually has a really good gripping story behind it. You're truly skilled my friend :) xxx

Anonymous readerReport

2010-04-13 22:58:47
Or nonsense reader this was great.

Anonymous readerReport

2009-09-10 09:33:17
Well...this part of the story was a bit short.. and did not hit the key points of sexuality ...(i.e. humiliation or teasing) it really should just be included into another section of the story, as a connector to the real events.. or it needs to be expanded and written in much more detail.. if you use the client/patient relationship... that can turn very sexy if done right.... and who says she needs to have scruples... maybe she would use the info to blackmail them both.

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