Seeing Mrs. Lee Again

A few days later, Susan Lee is back in your office.

You look down at your tablet before speaking. “How did your last few sessions of intercourse with Mr. Lee go?”

“I did as you instructed, Doctor.”

You smile reassuringly. “You imagined James and his much larger cock while your husband fucked you?”

She nods after a short moment of hesitation.

“And how did that make you feel?”

“It made me feel a little guilty,” she answers softly.

“Understandable. But it was just some harmless visualizing. How did the sex itself feel?”

Susan Lee fidgets slightly in her seat. “It was…I enjoyed it a lot.”

“More than usual?”

She hesitates again but as before, eventually nods. “But…”

“But what?”

“It felt very good at first. But, it didn’t last.”

“I see.” You pretend to consult your notes as you have so often done before. “Why do you think that is?”

“I don’t know.” Susan blushes as she considers her next words. “It felt good to think about James and his…uh, his penis, but…”

“Go on.”

“My husband. He’s not…umm, what I mean is…”

“He’s not very big?”

She pauses, then shakes her head. “No. He’s not.”

“Do you wish he was? Bigger, that is.”

“No!” She blurts it out quickly. Too quickly. “No, of course not. I love him just the way he is.”

You give her another smile. “It’s OK. Would it make you feel better if I told you that a recent study shows that 83% of women it to wishing their partner was larger?”

“Oh.” She lowers her gaze as she thinks about your made up statistic. “Is that right?”

You nod. “It is. So if—and I’m not saying you do—but if, you do wish your husband was larger, that’s perfectly normal.”

“Oh. I see.”

“It’s nothing for you to be ashamed of.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

You pause to ‘consult’ your notes again. “However, as your husband is not as well endowed as James was, it seems that even with your imagination trying to compensate, the gap between mind and body is just too wide. It’s not his fault, of course.”

“It’s not important.” Susan’s gaze remains cast downward. She stumbles over her words a bit as she continues. “What I mean, is that, I don’t mind if our sex isn’t…I mean…there is more to marriage than just sex.”

“Of course there is. No sane person would argue otherwise. However…” You pause momentarily to reach over to the cabinet next to you. You open the top drawer and pull out a dark metal case. “Sexual arousal does play a role in successful conception. Granted, in most cases, couples are able to conceive regardless of the level of sexual arousal involved. But in cases, where there is…difficulty, shall we say, then sexual arousal—and with it, sexual satisfaction—can be the deciding factor.”

“Oh, I see.”

You lift the lid, and make a show of undoing the cloth wrapped around the dildo you keep in there.

Curious about what you’re doing, Mrs. Lee lifts her gaze to watch.

You set the case aside and hold the dildo up for her to see. It’s about six inches long and a creamy pinkish flesh color.

Mrs. Lee’s eyes widen in shock.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you say with a chuckle. “It sure looks like a dildo, doesn’t it?”

Susan stares in wide eyed surprise.

“Yes it certainly does, however this is actually a highly calibrated and sophisticated probing instrument. Just under this layer of medical grade silicone, are thousands of finely tuned sensors.”

“Oh, I see.” She stares at it, clearly unsure of where this conversation is heading.

“And yes, it does happen to resemble a male sexual organ. However, it is a very sophisticated medical instrument.”

“I see,” she repeats.

You stand and approach her. “We will need to perform a series of tests using this probe. However, I’m quite aware of how this looks, and I will not make you do anything that makes in any way uncomfortable. So Mrs. Lee, you tell me whether you would like to proceed, or not. It’s entirely up to you.”

“And if we don’t…what happens?”

You smile down at her, doing your best to look understanding. “We move on to the next stage of treatment. However, the information that can be gathered by analyzing this probe’s data would be invaluable. And it would increase our odds of success dramatically.”

Susan takes a deep breath and considers her options. Finally, she nods. “I understand doctor.”

“You want to proceed?”

“Yes doctor, I want to proceed.”

“Very good.” You hold the dildo at crotch level, tip pointed at Mrs. Lee. “Lean forward, please, and open. Stick your tongue out. I will need to analyze your saliva.”

Although she is clearly dubious, Susan does as instructed. Continuing to hold the base of the dildo against your crotch, you rest its tip on her tongue. Your own cock twitches in excitement, causing the tip of the dildo to jump and land against her cheek.

“Oh so sorry!” you exclaim.

Mrs. Lee laughs a bit, the nervous tension in her voice clearly evident. “It’s OK, Doctor.”

You gesture for her to lean forward again, which she does. This time, you place one hand on the back of her head and guide her forward. “OK let’s try this again. If it makes you feel less self conscious, feel free to close your eyes during the analysis.”

Her eyes slowly close as you guide the tip of the dildo over Mrs. Lee’s tongue. You slide it forward, one hand still holding her head in place. “Very good, Mrs. Lee. Now open wide. I need to insert the probe in.”

She opens her mouth, allowing you to slide the dildo past her lips. “Excellent. You’re doing very well. Now, I will need to make sure your saliva makes with enough of the sensor points, so please hold still.”

With a smile, you begin to buck your pelvis back and forth. Slowly. You take in the sight of Mrs. Lee sitting under you, mouth open, fake cock sliding in and out of her open mouth. Your actual cock is straining against your tros.

Her lips instinctively close and wrap around the tip of the dildo as you continue sliding it in and out. You note with satisfaction the glistening wet material as it slowly pumps in and out of Mrs. Lee’s mouth. Drool begins to run down her chin and her eyes flutter open.

You lock eyes with her as you work that fake cock in and out of her mouth. Her breathing is heavy now. The drool running down her chin getting thicker and more copious. Mrs. Lee struggles to take more of the dildo as you push deeper with each thrust. She grabs hold of your hips as you continue working relentlessly.

Finally, you pull the dildo all the way out and she gasps and sputters. Spit runs down her chin, dripping onto her blouse.

Very good. Now, she’s ready for the next step.