I’d always been dying to hook up with my therapist, but you know that closed-off, hard-to-read person? I’d already used all the obvious strategies I could. Stories, looks, mannerisms, clothes. As a therapist, it was easy for her to be accustomed to all that, not to mention the chance she wasn’t even remotely attracted to women, but who said I give up easily?

The golden opportunity came the day I needed a certificate of attendance. I had a meeting right at the time of the appointment, and I completely forgot. She told me to pick it up at her house because it was on my way to work and I was in a rush.

My rambunctious mind didn’t stop for a minute, fantasizing about all the possibilities. But no thought even came close to what happened.

She looked like she was taking a nap when I arrived, and she welcomed me comfortably, without any qualms about restraint. She wore a sheer pink babydoll, shorts, and a tank top. It was very thin and you could see everything in detail, the shape of the pussy, the hair, the breasts, nipples, the very hard nipples.

She gave a wicked laugh when she saw how I’d finished, and invited me in. She said she’d forgotten to write the medical certificate and if I wouldn’t mind waiting. Look, the way I was, it would be hard to think of anything.

I sat on the sofa, and she sat directly across from me, in a chair. She leaned on the table and started writing, asking me to confirm some details. I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs. She was wide open for me, as if she wanted me to see everything, her clit swollen beneath her shorts.

She asked me if I wanted a drink, and I didn’t feign the slightest politeness. “You.” She came over to me, sat on my lap, kissing my mouth and already pulling down the strap of my blouse to suck on my breasts. She alternated between them, sucking, licking, biting the nipples, and looking at me. What a naughty girl. I held those delicious breasts tightly, laid her down on the sofa and started licking and sucking her whole body, breasts, belly, until I reached that wonderful little pussy, very wet.

I stuck my tongue all the way inside her pussy, and she squeezed me with her thighs. I felt her shiver with excitement, and I moved my tongue up to her clit, drawing my name there.

I heard a noise at the door and jumped off the couch, startled. She started laughing.

Out of nowhere, her husband arrived home. I was completely speechless.

She told me to relax, that things could get more interesting.

He came closer, and she pulled me in for a kiss while she unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. Then we both started sucking him, tongue wrestling on her husband’s thick, hard cock, both of us looking into his eyes as we licked his entire shaft, from the balls to the head, kissing on the mouth with his delicious cock in the middle.

He flipped me over on the couch, and I laid my therapist down, pulling her pussy toward me, sucking it all wet, feeling it drip down my neck, while he fucked my pussy and ass, alternating thrusts. I didn’t even know when he’d switch holes; I just felt that delicious big cock inside me and her pussy completely soaked in my mouth, her grinding against my face, on my tongue. I felt her cum several times like that, her shaft swelling and her wetness all over me. She held me tight, digging her nails in, squeezing me with lust.

I sat on her face, and her husband started fucking her like that, while she licked my pussy and he sucked my breasts, squeezing them, biting my nipples.

I started to cum nonstop with that delicious blowjob, and he couldn’t take it anymore, too; he came all over that delicious pussy. I got off her to suck all the cum from her pussy with him. Cum was leaking from the intense pounding that we could barely drink it all.

He grabbed my breasts while we sucked her and started getting hard again. This time I wanted it in my mouth, but the rest of the day I discovered my therapist is a delicious slut will have to wait.