1. The Sex Therapist Part1 - The Interview


    Date: 6/21/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: ChrisM, Source: LushStories

    Already ten o’clock and I am in a foul mood. My morning has been devoted to kicking various and sundry butts for incompetence, inefficiency, and wasting my time. Punching the intercom, I snarl at Jolene my executive assistant to get me a coffee. A little background about me first. I am the Executive Vice President of a large advertising agency located in New York. My world consists of stress, deadlines, and irate clients. I live on Zantac to ease my ulcers. I am forty-five years old and one of the few women to attain this level in a very male-oriented environment. My husband and I have been married since graduation from university. He is the president of an investment-banking house. No children due to the demands of my career. We have all the benefits. The penthouse suite on Fifth Ave, the summer house in the Hamptons, luxury cars and so on. The rub is that we have no time to enjoy them. Many consider me very good looking for my age and maybe beautiful. In this milieu, you never know, flattery is rampant from the sycophants that surround you. Blessed with a good figure all my life I have never seen the need to diet or do the gym routine. I stand at five foot seven, have long curly blond hair, long legged with full tits over a slim waist, a taut belly, and a nice rounded ass. I have no complaints. However, nothing is perfect in life. I find that my relationship with my husband has gone downhill over the years. He is a very handsome man who I love. Over the past years, however, ...
    our sex life has been very dull. We still indulge in the weekend fuck; however, it is more of a ritual than it is lust. The sex play and fun we used to enjoy is gone. This leaves me very frustrated. Coupled with the frustrations of work I have become a Grade A bitch. Jolene my executive assistant walks in with my coffee. “Bad day boss?” she asks. Handing me my coffee and another pile of reports for me to read. “Jolene you wouldn’t believe how bad it is. Hand my ulcer remedy please.” “Why are you so stressed? I can see that it is making you sick and bitchy.” “Well dear, between my home life being the pits, and this shit going on here, I am going crazy.” “Marge I am surprised. Your husband Bob is an extremely attractive man. What’s wrong?” “Well, let us just say the sparks are gone. All that is left is a dull fizzle.” “That is so sad. Have you considered getting some professional advice?” “I would not even know where to go.” “Well, when my sex life hit rock bottom, I consulted with Dr. Roberts. He is a sex therapist. With his help, I regained my sexual sanity and freedom. “Marge I beg you to go and consult with him. I respect and admire you. I appreciate how you have mentored me, but you are getting worse. You snap at me, which never used to happen. Twice this week you brought me to tears.” “Oh, Jolene I am so sorry. You are my only safety net here. Your work is faultless and your cheerful attitude and smile keep me going most days. Do you think this Dr. Roberts could help?” “ ...
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