After years of study, my wife is a certified board psychologist - something she's incredibly proud of. She's 34, 5"8, long brown hair, size 12 with D cup breasts. Gorgeous, smart, meek - and with the most fuckable pussy I've ever felt or tasted.
She spends all day alone with her clients in her office, hearing about their problems whilst they're at their most vulnerable. She's kind and caring, and she does everything she can to help them. She's also incredibly professional.
One night we were fucking, and I started to think about all the time she spends with clients. Out of curiosity, I had to ask the question, not expecting it to lead anywhere interesting.
"Do you have a crush on any of your clients?"
She of course denied it, so I pressed a little harder.
"You spend all day with them, hearing about every part of their lives. All their deepest secrets and worries and desires. Seriously, you wouldn't fuck any of them?"
She blushed. She almost never blushed. I could tell I had hit on something personal. A secret only she knew. Her eyes widened as I continued tenderly moving in and out of her, cradling her head in my arms.
I told her I loved her, and she could tell me anything. I kept prompting her.
Until eventually she broke down and confessed. I was stunned.
She told me about her 23 year old client, who she had been seeing every fortnight for three years, since just after we were married. How muscular and handsome he was, and how he made her heart beat faster when they were together. Her eyes were practically glazing over, she closed them softly as she tried to recall every last detail of his face as my rock-hard cock continued thrusting inside her.
On a hunch, I asked if she had seen him last Wednesday, and she nodded slightly. She had dressed particularly nicely that day, and my intuition was correct. The thought of her wearing her most flattering, yet professional dress, and matching lace underwear, was driving me to distraction. I didn't tell her I'd made the connection.
"Have you ever fantasized about how you'd fuck him?". She didn't miss a beat. "I'd want him to pick me up, throw me over the desk, pull my dress up and fuck me from behind". The fact she'd though about this, and was clearly picturing it now, made me more turned on than I think I'd ever been.
She was clearly in the zone, her face was flush and her whole body was trembling. I whispered in her ear, "do you think about him when we fuck?", and again, she nodded coyly. "I want you to think about him when you cum. Can you do that for me?". She didn't hesitate. She picked up her Hitachi and put it directly on her clit, exactly where she liked it, and closed her eyes tight. Her face turned bright crimson, the focus extraordinary, breathing hard. Her vaginal muscles tightened.
I pulled out as she came, one of the most intense orgasms I've ever seen anyone have, and she squirted everywhere, something she'd only ever done for me once before her. I came hard all over her swollen pussy lips, and lay down beside her.
"Do you love him?"
She knew this was a step too far, but her silence spoke louder than words. How could she not? After so many sessions together with him, she probably knew him better than she knew me.
In a moment of pure love and joy for my wife, I said "I really don't mind if you fuck him". I've never felt that way before. I couldn't help but think of him cumming in her pussy, and how happy that would make her, though I know she never would. She takes her job too seriously.
I never knew his name, or anything else about him. But I do know when she's seeing him that day, because she dresses a little nicer and wears her good bra and panties. One day I hope she can get a similar experience being fucked by someone young, handsome and muscular who's not her client.
Often when we make love, I imagine I'm him - and wonder if she's doing the same.
