Adventures With A Sex Therapist

Adventures with a Sex Therapist








Liz looked across at Helen and smiled; she still looked nervous, her hands clinging to her wine glass, but it was understandable. It was only their third meeting and tonight they would be getting down to the practical solutions phase; the talking had been done; the evaluations were complete, it was time to get down to the business of releasing her from her sexual hang-ups.





“Well Helen are you ready to make a start?”





Helen visibly shook and turned to look at her husband Don beside her. He gave her a reassuring pat on her shoulder and smiled. It had been at his instigation that they had gone to a sex therapist for consultation; after three years of marriage she was still finding sex difficult; still finding herself being shy about her nakedness in his presence. Sex would nearly always take place in darkness and under cover and outward shows of intimacy and affection were always restricted to their bedroom. She couldn’t understand why she was like that; she did enjoy sex and she loved Don, but openly being sexual was difficult for her. Liz, her therapist had put it down to her strict religious upbringing where sex was frowned upon outside marriage and even then it was for procreation and the bedroom. Don had been loving and patient; waiting until their wedding night before even touching her body let alone having sex, but his patience was running out now; he had been in relationships before meeting Helen; he was used to having sex after a few dates; used to having sex anywhere and everywhere; used to having the girl enjoying her nudity and being a willing participant in bed; even used to women initiating sex, Don knew that this was the last hope for their marriage and so did Helen; she loved Don and would do anything to keep him.





Helen put the glass down on the table and glanced nervously at the three other men with them. She had been introduced to them earlier but she couldn’t remember their names; she had been so nervous shaking hands with them but that was part of her problem as well, shyness with men. Liz intended dealing with this first; with Don’s permission she was going to learn intimacy with males.





Liz stood up and began walking to the adjoining room; the others followed, first Helen and Don and then the three other males. The room was very warm and though dimly lit it was by no means dark. On the floor, in the middle of a room was a large mattress covered with a large white duvet and black pillows placed around the edges. Around the mattress were couches covered with white sheets. There were double seater couches at the top and bottom of the mattress and three seater ones at the sides. Liz closed the door behind them and they turned to face her.





“Okay.” She said. “I think we should all undress first and take a seat.”





Helen looked at Don for a moment and as he started to unbutton his shirt she began to nervously pull her top from her jeans. No one spoke as they all undressed and placed their clothes over the backs of some chairs that rested by a large window with its curtains drawn.

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