Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 21:42:38 -0800 (PST)
From: JohnP <johnp12@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Friday Sessions

It was Friday again, 4pm, and Phillip's last
appointment for the week.  She'll be here any minute,
he thought.  He wondered if she'd bring Bobby, or
maybe somebody new.  Last few times she brought Bobby.

Phillip rolled his eyes thinking about it.  No way
that kid shaves more than once a week.  No way.  What
the hell was she thinking?  Maybe Bobby was a good
fuck - malleable anyway, with potential, someone with
the stamina to at least try and get it right.  Hell,
maybe he was the man (well, boy) of her dreams.
Phillip smiled to himself.  Fifty-fifty she shows up
at all, much less with Bobby.

It was quiet in his office.  Nearly everyone in the
building was gone.  Ten minutes passed and, more
disappointed than mad, he began clearing his desk.
But as he placed her file into his drawer he heard a
knock at the door, the hinges creaking as it opened.
He looked up, smiling, beaming really.

"Sara," he said, in his most welcoming, if overeager
tone. "Come in.  How are you?"

"We're fine," she said smiling and pulling...who was
it?  Yes, well I'll be damned. Who else?  She held
Bobby's hand, leading him into the room.  Phillip
stood as she came around the desk and kissed his
cheek.  He breathed in smelling her perfume.  It was
soft and intoxicating.  Her hair flowed down over her
shoulders.  Her lips were warm and damp against his
cheek; he savored this small kiss.

"How's my favorite therapist this week?" she asked, a
faint mocking tone in her voice, so faint really he
wondered if it was there at all.  Maybe it was him,
his oversensitive imagination.

She wore a white cotton sundress with a low neckline
(and no bra, Phillip imagined) and pearled buttons
down the front.  She was barefoot, having slipped off
her shoes when she entered the room.  She was 34,
incredibly beautiful, and like Phillip, had been
married 12 years.  Not to Bobby of course, but she was
married.  Phillip imagined Bobby knew but was careful
not bring it up.  Surely Bobby knew; certainly Sara's
husband knew about Bobby.

   Sara walked back to Bobby and, looping her arm
through his, turned again to Phillip.  "I'm sorry
we're late, but we got distracted," she said, giggling
like she was, well, like she was Bobby's age.  She
nuzzled Bobby's neck.  Slightly embarrassed he looked
at Phillip and said hello.  She must have hit a nerve
just then because Bobby flinched and moved back,
shrugging his shoulder.  She laughed and leaned into
him, nearly falling as though she were drunk.  She
kissed his cheek.

"Mmm, you love that, don't you Bobby," she said.
Bobby smiled and, to her delight, kissed her lightly.


"Hello, Bobby" Phillip said.  Bobby was tall, vaguely
lanky, and at 23, young as hell.  He was strong, too,
with broad shoulders and muscular arms.  His skin was
tanned and his hair was a sun streaked blond, longer
than most boys wore.  Still, he looked clean-cut,
athletic. (Hell, Phillip thought, how can you not look
clean-cut if you don't have to shave?)

Just a bit, so he was sure nobody noticed, Phillip
straightened his shoulders and sucked in his gut.

"Please, have a seat," he said, motioning them to the
chairs in front of his desk.

"Let's sit on the couch today.  You don't mind, do you
Phillip?" Sara said on her way to the couch, Bobby in
tow.

Phillip flushed red as a wave of thoughts swirled
through his mind, remembering the last time she chose
to sit there.  They had been alone then.  Trying to
recover, he swallowed, and as casually as possible
said,

"That's fine, Sara.  That's fine."  Reaching the end
of the small couch she turned, swinging Bobby around,
then fell back pulling him down next to her.

Phillip sat back down and opened the file.  He
shuffled through the pages coming to the last sheet.
On it was a single note.  It read, "You love this
game."  He tried to remember why he had written it,
and who "you" referred to.  Underneath the note he dew
a line across the page, placed the date in the margin,
and looked up.

Sara quickly launched into an account of her week.
Both men listened, nodding as appropriate, Phillip
scribbling a note now and then.  At some point Sara
asked,

"Why are some people so inhibited?"  Phillip didn't
respond immediately, but after a moment he realized
she was waiting for an answer.

Caught off guard, he said, "Well, I suppose everyone
has some inhibitions, don't they?"

Sara smiled.  "Everyone?" she asked.  Before Phillip
could respond she added, "Not everyone.  Bobby
doesn't."  Then as if to prove her point she turned
and kissed Bobby sensuously.  Phillip watched as she
playfully snaked her tongue into his mouth.

When they separated she looked back at Phillip and
said, "I don't." Phillip could think of no response
and the room fell silent.  Then Sara stood up and,
unfastening the top button of her dress, said, "Well,
I don't think I do."

She unbuttoned her dress to her waist but held it
closed.  Her eyes were glued to Phillip's.  He did not
move, did not flinch.  Then Bobby sat forward and
placed his hands on her calves.  Sara closed her eyes
and Bobby's hands moved beneath her dress, up along
thighs, revealing her sensuous legs.  Then, his hands
on her hips, he made two fists.  When he did Sara
relaxed her arms and the dress fell from her shoulders
revealing her full, luminous white breasts.  Bobby's
fists moved down her legs, pulling off her panties and
allowing her dress to fall.  She stood naked now
before them both.

Phillip's eyes were drawn to the trimmed pubic hair
disappearing between her legs.  Sara smiled broadly.
He realized how he must look and averted his eyes.

"Sara, please..." he began.

She cut him off.  "Shhhh," she said, pressing her
finger to her lips.  Her eyes were wide and her mouth
held the faintest of smiles.  Phillip's heart raced
and his stomach churned, but he said nothing else.

Sara turned and faced Bobby.  Through her parted legs
Phillip saw him raise his hips and slide off his
pants.  Leaning forward Bobby undressed, and when he
leaned back again Phillip glimpsed his half-hard dick
swing back and rest sideways on his thigh.

Still looking at Bobby, Sara said, "Come closer
Phillip, so you can see."  Phillip's pulse raced as he
stood up and moved closer.  He took in their profiles,
Sara standing, Bobby sitting.  Neither looked at him
as he sat down at the opposite end of the couch.

Sara moved closer to Bobby, straddling his legs, and
motioned him to lean forward.  When he did she bent
down and kissed him lustfully.  Afterwards she stood
upright again and Bobby began kissing her thighs.  Her
eyes closed and she pulled his face to her mound.  He
quickly found her clit and alternated between sucking
and licking it.  Sara moved her hand to her breast,
massaging it, and upon finding her nipple, pinched and
kneaded it roughly while grinding herself against
Bobby's mouth.  In a moment her body began to shudder
and she moaned with pleasure as she looked down at
Bobby.  Then suddenly she pushed him back, bent down,
and kissed him again.  She groped at his mouth with
her lips and tongue, lapping her juices.

She told Bobby to lie back and as he did he swung his
legs onto the couch.  His feet rested next to Phillip,
still sitting transfixed by the scene unfolding before
him.  Sara dropped to her knees and took Bobby's dick
in her hand.  He was fully erect now.  Phillip was
shocked at its size.  Holding it at the base, her
fingers could not touch her palm and Phillip thought
she could have gripped it with her other hand, like a
bat, without touching the thick head.

Sara pulled up slowly on the shaft causing the head to
swell larger and darken into a deep violet.  She moved
forward then and pressed her lips to the tip, kissing
it, swabbing the slit.  Then she opened her mouth
further to accommodate the head, bathing it with her
tongue.  Slowly she took in more.  Her mouth soon
strained with its thickness and she could go no
further.  She struggled to hold it in her throat for a
moment but quickly gave in and moved back up its
length.   She was experimenting, Phillip thought,
seeing how much she could take, and having failed to
take it all, relented, and returned her attention to
the head and shaft just below.  She sucked him in
earnest now, jacking him off as she stuffed his cock
into her mouth.  Phillip watched intently, absorbing
the site and sounds.   Bobby began thrusting his hips
up, matching her rhythm.  She continued for a moment,
quickening her pace, Bobby intensifying his trusts.
But then she stopped abruptly and leaned back, jacking
him off slowly.  She stood up and turned toward
Phillip.  Their eyes met.  He realized it was the
first time she had noticed him since undressing.  His
own dick strained in his pants and he shifted
uncomfortably.

Sara straddled Bobby, one leg still on the floor, and
slowly lowered herself onto him.  As her pussy met the
tip of Bobby's cock Phillip lowered his eyes to watch
her envelop him.  Slowly she eased down its length,
his cock filling her.  Nearly impaled on it she gasped
and stopped.  She rocked her hips for a moment getting
used to his size, then continued down until it was
completely inside her.  Her one hand found her clit,
the other her breast.  After a moment she leaned back
and rested on Bobby, her shoulders next to his on the
arm of the couch.  They began kissing then, finding a
rhythm pushing into one another, Bobby's cock
stretching her pussy with each thrust.

Sara looked again at Phillip, smiling, grinding
herself onto Bobby.  Then she sat forward and held out
her hand.  Her smile deepened.

"Come here," she said.

Without consciously deciding, Phillip did as she
asked.  Bobby spread his legs and Phillip moved
closer, facing Sara on his knees.  She kissed him
deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth.  Phillip
savored the wetness of her lips, the warmth of her
tongue.  He felt her body surge each time Bobby thrust
into her.  Then Sara pushed Phillip's head to her
breast and he sucked her nipple roughly into his
mouth.  Her head fell back and she moaned.  Phillip
massaged her breasts, sucking one then the other as
her body undulated on Bobby.

After a moment she leaned back again leaving Phillip
awkwardly leaning over them.  Pushing his shoulders,
she nudged him lower.  Phillip kissed down her stomach
and when he reached her mound he tentatively kissed
around her there.  She moaned softly and Phillip
paused to watch Bobby's cock slide inside her.  Sara
fingered her clit and arched her hips toward Phillip.
He knew what she wanted and obeyed.  He pressed his
lips to her clit, sucking it into his mouth.  She
thrust down on Bobby's cock and moaned loudly.
Phillip tongued her clit and soon she began bucking
harder on Bobby's cock.  Phillip pressed his tongue
hard against her clit as she bounced up and down.
Then, arching her hips too much, Bobby's cock slipped
out.  All three suddenly stopped.  Phillip moved back,
looking at it, then at Sara.  She smiled, her eyes
meeting his.

"Put it inside me," she said seductively.

Phillip stared at Bobby's cock, hard and glistening
with her juices.  Then in what felt more like reflex
than decision, he grasped the shaft.  He was appalled
at its size, it felt so large in his hand compared to
his own.  Suddenly, and without thinking, he stroked
his fist up and down its length.  Three times his hand
slid over the slick head and down again, squeezing
tightly.  Then as if coming out of his trance he
looked up.  Sara and Bobby watched him intently.
Phillip flushed and looked down again, quickly pushing
Bobby's dick back inside her.

Bobby pushed deeper into her then and Phillip returned
his attention to her clit.  Again he sucked it into
his mouth as Bobby began thrusting into her.  Their
rhythm increased and Phillip tongued her pussy
relentlessly even as Bobby's cock brushed across his
chin.  Soon her moans turned to shrieks and she held
Phillip's head as she began to quiver.  Bobby pistoned
into her and Phillip lapped feverishly at her pussy,
both men intent on making her cum.

"Oh, fuck," she cried again and again, as her orgasm
washed over her.

As her orgasm subsided Phillip moved back and watched
Bobby continue pounding into her.  Even the veins of
Bobby's cock swelled now.  But then Phillip heard Sara
whisper, "Wait, not yet."  Phillip looked up at Sara
as Bobby slowed his pace once more.  She leaned
forward and pushed Phillip back so he was sitting up
on the couch again.  Then she moved off Bobby, over to
Phillip, and sat straddling him.  She kissed him
roughly, grinding her hips on his stiff cock.  She
kissed and bit his neck, sending chills down his
spine, then moved to his ear, kissing him softly as
she unfastened his pants.  Her hand found his dick and
gripped it tightly.

"Did you like that," she said.

"Yes," Phillip whispered back, anxious to please her.


She bit his ear playfully and said, "You liked
touching Bobby's dick, didn't you."  Phillip's eyes
opened wide but he did not respond.  Sara smiled to
herself feeling his body tense beneath her, his cock
twitch in her hand.   "I want you to touch it again,"
she said, and after pausing, added, "I want you to put
it in your mouth."

Phillip's mind reeled and his heart beat wildly.  Sara
looked at him and her smile deepened seeing his
distress.

"Come over here, Bobby," she said in an even tone.
Bobby stood and approached them as Sara moved over and
sat on her knees facing Phillip.  Phillip's eyes
followed her, still in disbelief.  Bobby stood before
him now, and moved closer, straddling his legs as Sara
had done to Bobby earlier.  "Look at it," Sara cooed.

Phillip shifted his gaze as Sara reached up and
grasped the base of Bobby's dick, pulling it toward
Phillip.  Bobby leaned forward and braced himself with
his arms against the wall behind the couch.  Sara
tightened her grip causing the head to swell.  Phillip
studied it, the purple head, the long thick shaft.  He
thought again how large it was and had an impulse to
touch it.

"Open your mouth," Sara said, pulling Bobby's dick
still closer.  The head brushed Phillip's lip and
electricity shot through his body.  He knew then he
would do it, and even more, that he wanted to.

Sara pressed the head to his lips and Phillip opened
his mouth, accepting the tip.  He swabbed his tongue
across the slit then opened his mouth wider, taking in
the head.  As he did he reached up and gripped the
shaft, his hand next to Sara's.  His tongue swirled
around the head and he savored the taste and feel of
Bobby's cock in his mouth.  He opened wider taking it
in further and soon felt the tip against the back of
this throat.  He strained to swallow still more but
realized he could not.  His mouth slid back up its
length, sucking the head again, then back down.  Sara
let go and Phillip's hand slid up and down Bobby's
shaft, jacking him off slowly into his mouth.  In a
moment Bobby moaned and Phillip realized how
forcefully he was now sucking him, and how much he
liked it.  He moved his mouth up and down faster on
Bobby's cock and sucked him intently.  He began to
feel Bobby push into his mouth, bucking his hips as he
sucked him.  Phillip held still then, letting Bobby's
dick slide back and forth through his lips and fist.
He heard Bobby groan and squeezed his cock harder.  In
the corner of his eye he saw Sara.  It was her turn to
watch, transfixed.   Bobby moaned again and Phillip
looked up at him.  Bobby's face was contorted and
Phillip realized he was about to cum.  Phillip opened
his mouth wide and pressed the tip against his tongue
jacking him off fiercely into his mouth.

"Do it, Bobby," he heard Sara say.  Bobby groaned
loudly and bucked his hips forward.  Phillip felt the
warm sperm hit his tongue.  He pressed his lips around
the head of Bobby's cock and jacked him off feverishly
as more thick cum splashed into his mouth.  Bobby
grabbed his dick, his eyes meeting Phillip's.  Pulling
out of his mouth he pumped himself through his fist,
shooting a stream of cum onto Phillip's lips and chin.
 Phillip held Bobby's gaze and opened his mouth wide
as Bobby came in wave after wave on his face and neck.
 When his orgasm had nearly subsided Bobby pressed his
dick again to Phillip's lips and Phillip sucked and
licked the tip, drawing in the last drops of cum.

Suddenly Sara leaned forward and pushed Phillip back,
kissing him passionately.  Phillip's cock ached; he
could feel his orgasm welling inside him.  He groaned
and retuned Sara's kiss, probing her mouth with his
tongue, sharing Bobby's seamen.  Then he gasped as
something warm and wet covered his dick.  The
sensation was stunning.  His body tensed and he opened
his eyes to see Sara watching him as they kissed.  She
held his face to hers tightly as his orgasm burst
through him, gushing cum into Bobby's mouth.   It
cascaded through Phillip in hot waves, each more
intense than the last.  He closed his eyes, immersed
in pleasure.  Only as it began to recede did he
realize how fast his heart beat, how labored his
breath came.  As he finally caught his breath Sara
kissed him gently.  Then Phillip leaned his head back
and closed his eyes, weak and numb.

After a moment Phillip looked up.  He did not move as
Sara and Bobby dressed.  As they prepared to leave,
Sara leaned over Phillip and smiled.

"No inhibitions here," she whispered, kissing his
cheek softly.  "See you next week," she said.

Phillip made no reply but watched as they left.  He
sat alone for some time then finally stood up.  He
walked into the bathroom attached to his office and
after splashing himself with water and wiping his
face, looked in the mirror.  He looked closely,
studying his eyes.  After a long moment he cast a
slight smile and shook his head as if in disbelief.
Then he walked back into his office, straightened up
as best he could, and left.

It was late when he arrived home, the twilight
beginning to fade.  The babysitter's car was in the
driveway but the house was quiet when he came in.  The
children were playing in the back yard and he stood
watching them through a window.  In a moment his wife
came up behind him, snaking her arms around his waist.
 Her touch was tender and warm; it soothed and
reassured him.

"You're late," she said.

"I'm sorry," he replied, still watching the children;
"It took a while to get out of the office."

Spinning him around she smiled and said, "It's OK, I
just got home, too."

Just then the babysitter called from the next room,
"I'm going now."

"Ok, Thanks again," Phillip's wife called back.

Then the babysitter peaked around the corner and said,
"See you again next Friday then, Sara?"

Sara's smile widened as she gazed into Phillip's eyes.
"Yes, definitely.  Next Friday."