Thread: Couple Couciling (Lady Bloody Ava & Mr_Sir)

Amanda was more than willing in the kiss that her husband gifted her. His warm hands lifting the soft fabric of her shirt up, leaving the married woman to listen as her husband spoke. At first Amanda hadn't even realized what he had said. The image of his raging hard on stuck in her mind. It was a minute later that it caught up with her. When her shirt was pulled off she looked from Daniel to the Doctor. Page looked back at the wife, like she was expecting some kind of answer. The beautiful blonde gave her handsome husband an amused smiled. Her eyes didn't leave him as she answered. The more the merrier, no? Her breasts were soon bared to the world that seemed confined to this office. She was taking steady breaths and only now was she noticing it. Her nerves were not going haywire and her body seemed to be doing everything for her. She felt his hands as they worked at the zipper on the back of her skirt. The finely woven material falling to the floor in a pool of fabric at her feet. Page dawned an amused smile upon her painted red lips. You are too kind, and may I add, Mister Thatcher, how you do not pounce upon that woman before you? Now Amanda's blue eyes looked at the doctor. Misses Thatcher.. Please... call me Amanda. The blonde quickly corrected. Page was very surprised and very flattered at such a simple request from the woman that seemed to have a case of butterflies when she first passed the threshold of the doctor's office. Where she gained the air of confidence, even the therapist could only produce theories. Well, Amanda, maybe we can get everyone a little more comfortable and we can test your wardrobe removal skills and see just how well restrained your husband is. Page slid off of the edge of her desk with a questionable half smile upon her lips. Of course, feel free to decline and we can just continue on. Amanda looked to her husband for a good minute before she turned and walked over to the doctor. Doctor... The wife started. Page. The professional woman cut in. Call me Page. Comfort produces wondrous results. You certainly won't make any progress with a therapist you're not comfortable with, now will you? She asked as manicured fingers brushed aside a few strands of the blonde woman's hair, from obscuring that pretty face. Page occupied her hands with holding the edge of her desk behind her as she faced the beautiful Misses Thatcher. Amanda grinned coyly and began unbuttoning the crisp white shirt of the woman in front of her. Green eyes looked at the naked man standing in the room. Watching and observing his every move. Soon her shirt was unbuttoned and the black laced bra that made up half of her lingerie was exposed. Amanda found the side zipper to the pencil skirt and the fell to a pool of fabric at Page's heeled feet. Question, Amanda, have you ever had an intimate moment with a girl before? Any curiosity? The Doctor asked. I had a moment in a shower when I was in college. I discovered that I did find the feminine form very beautiful. As she spoke she had already popped off the woman's bra and nearly cupped Page's breasts. I said you couldn't touch him . You can get to know your doctor Amanda. The blonde looked over her shoulder and then back at the doctor before she licked at one of the nipples on those gorgeous breasts. A hand cupping at the warm and firm flesh before she moved down on her knees and slowly removed the black lace panties down, revealing a hairless sex. Amanda did not touch, but instead walked back over to her husband. Best clients ever. Page said with a smile as she looked at Daniel. Daniel? What's on your mind? What do you want to do right now? Honestly. She said as she stood their naked with her glasses, deep red lips, and her high heels while Amanda showered his neck in kisses and even trapped his earlobe between her teeth.