Sex Therapy
By The Pen Is Mightier
thepenismightier09@gmail.com
SESSION TWO
Alexis’ smile couldn’t be contained as the receptionist ushered her back to the therapy suite. She’d been looking forward to this moment for most of her week. She made so much great progress, and she couldn’t wait to let the doctor know.
After a few minutes of waiting, the door finally opened and Dr. Miller stepped into the office. He took one look at the woman and smiled broadly.
“Well hello, Mrs. Dawson,” he said, extending his hand. “You’re looking much happier to be here today than you were last week.”
Alexis practically jumped to her feet, taking the doctor’s hand in a warm handshake. “Oh, you can just call me Alexis,” she grinned, “and you’re right, I am definitely happy to be here.”
Well, that’s very good to hear,” he replied as they took their seats across from one another. “So tell me about your week, Alexis. How did things go? Did you make any progress on your homework assignment?”
“I did! You’re going to be so proud of me,” she gushed. “I feel like it was some sort of breakthrough. Every day this week, I found time to, um, you know,” she said, blushing a bit through her excitement. “On some of the days I even managed to do it a few times! I don’t know why I was so hung up about it before. It was incredible, and I’ve never felt so good.”
“That’s just fantastic,” Dr. Miller praised. “And were you able to muster up a few fantasies along the way?”
“Oh my gosh, yes,” the woman beamed. “It’s weird to admit, but I’d never even really thought about other men like that before our last session. Realizing how harmless it was and how much fantasy material there was out there was such an eye-opener to me. I’m so glad you suggested it.”
The doctor smiled at her response. “It sounds like you really took your first session seriously, Alexis. If you continue putting this sort of effort into your treatment, I think you’re going to overcome this repression you’ve struggled with and your eyes will be opened to a whole new world. Tell me, did you manage to have sex with your husband this week?”
For the first time since the appointment began, Alexis’ smile faded. “Unfortunately, no,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t know why, either. All week long, it was like I was in the mood all the time, except when I had an opportunity to do anything with Aaron. He even asked me for it the night of our first session. I spent the whole afternoon being turned on before he got home from work, and then as soon as he walked in the front door, it was just, like, gone. I don’t know doc. I just feel like I’m broken or something.”
“Alexis, you are not broken,” Dr. Miller replied. “You’re just carrying the burden of extreme sexual repression. You’ve made excellent progress this last week, but your overarching problem isn’t something that one therapy session will cure. We have to get through several more of your hang ups before you’re going to be comfortable giving your husband regular sex. What you and your husband should both understand is that it may take weeks or even months to get there. You can tell him that, but also tell him that you will get there, though. I can promise you that.”
“Are you sure?” She questioned.
“I’m absolutely positive,” the doctor replied. He then turned toward his end table, opening the drawer and pulling out his device. “On that note, I think this would be a good time to start working on new material. What do you say?”
Alexis’ smile returned and she nodded as she took the device from Dr. Miller. “That sounds perfect. If I’m being honest, this was my favorite part of the last session,” she said, already getting herself comfortable in her plush chair.
The doctor smiled before turning his attention to the smartphone that was paired to the device. He gave the screen a couple taps and the device in Alexis’ hands whirred to life, its faint vibrations barely audible as it radiated warmth and comfort throughout the woman’s body. Without being told, she nestled further into the chair, closing her eyes.
“Alexis, can you tell me how you feel?” Dr. Miller asked.
“Hmmmm, so good,” the woman responded. “Warm and happy.”
“Very good, Alexis. You love this feeling. You crave the warmth and comfort you get from using my device, don’t you?”
Alexis nodded faintly as she rested there, smiling.
“And you trust me completely. As your therapist, there is absolutely nothing you can’t share with me. Being open and honest with me makes you feel so good, doesn’t it?”
“Mhh hmmm,” the woman affirmed.
“You’re doing so good, Alexis. You’re a good girl. You love hearing that. It makes you feel so wonderful when I tell you that you’re a good girl Alexis. Don’t you agree?”
Alexis nodded again, and the doctor tapped his screen a couple more times before continuing.
“Very good,” he said. “Now Alexis, last week we talked about self-pleasure. You were a very good girl, being open with me about doing both. Tell me Alexis, what did you fantasize about?”
“Men doing things with me,” she replied, a smile appearing on her relaxed face.
“Were there any men in particular?”
“Lots,” she breathed. “Coworkers. Friends. Aaron’s family. You.”
“Good girl, Alexis. You find me attractive, don’t you?”
“Hmmmm, yes,” she replied, her cheeks burning red even as she remained in her peaceful state.
“Don’t be embarrassed about that, Alexis,” the doctor answered. “It’s very normal for my female clients to develop feelings for me. Savor those feelings. Remember, fantasies are completely harmless, and you’re comfortable telling me anything. You trust me completely Alexis. Say that out loud for me.”
“I trust you completely, Dr. Miller.”
Good girl. Now tell me, what things were you doing with the men in your fantasies.?”
“Different things. Sometimes we were kissing. Usually they would touch my breasts. I would stroke their penis or they would rub my vagina. Sometimes it was full intercourse.”
“Interesting,” Dr. Miller replied. “You know, terms such as penis, vagina, and intercourse are very clinical, Alexis. Are you using them for my sake, or do you really think in those terms?”
“A little of both,” Alexis responded. “I guess sometimes I use other words, like dick or sex.”
“That’s good to know. And was everything you told me all that you fantasized about?”
“I think so,” she answered.
“Alright,” the doctor continued, “let’s shift gears a bit. Alexis, today when I came into the office, I noticed that you were wearing jeans and a sweater. What prompted your wardrobe choice today?”
Alexis scrunched her brow for a moment. “I’m not sure,” she replied. “I guess they were comfortable.”
“Okay, but Alexis, it’s a beautiful day outside and you’re a very attractive woman. Why not wear something that shows a little skin, or shows off your curves a bit more?”
“It’s not right to tempt men. It would be wrong to make them lust after me like that.”
“Interesting again,” the doctor began. “That gives me enough of a picture to know what we need to work on next. Remember, Alexis, you trust me completely. I would never give you bad advice. Say that back to me, please.”
“I trust you completely,” Alexis repeated. “You would never give me bad advice.”
“That’s right,” the doctor said. “Now, just like we discussed last week, some of the beliefs you’ve learned in the past are actually harmful. They are harmful to your marriage, and they are harmful to you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, doctor,” the woman said, nodding slightly. The doctor tapped his smartphone before continuing.
“Good girl, Alexis.” He said. “My job, which you trust me completely to do, is to help you identify those harmful beliefs, and to teach you ways to get past them. Today we are going to address one of those harmful beliefs, the belief that you are responsible for other mens’ feelings. Listen closely, Alexis. You are not responsible for what anyone thinks other than you. If men see you and have lustful thoughts, that is not your burden. Do you understand?”
“Yes, doctor,” Alexis said with a faint nod.
“Very good. I’m going to say it again. You are not responsible for the thoughts of others. Repeat that for me.”
“I am not responsible for the thoughts of others,” Alexis murmured blissfully.
“Good girl. We are going to break free of that belief, and all its implications. Starting today, you are going to be free to be yourself. You are going to be free to be what you really are, a sexy young woman. You are a sexy young woman, Alexis, say that for me.”
Instead of repeating the doctor’s instructions, Alexis sat there silently for a moment. She trusted the doctor and knew he would never lie to her, but this just felt life too much of a stretch. “I don’t think I’m sexy,” she finally muttered, her eyes still closed but her expression looking less peaceful than it had moments earlier. Dr. Miller tapped his screen several times before speaking again.
“Alexis, listen to me very carefully. You are a sexy woman. A very sexy woman, in fact. The reason you don’t think so is because of the harmful beliefs you’ve harbored. They’ve led to a poor self image, creating an illusion that you’re not a beautiful, sexy woman. Does that make sense?”
Alexis thought about the doctor’s words. “Yes, doctor,” she finally replied.
“Good girl. Alexis. Today, I am going to help you get past these false beliefs. As you rest there with your eyes closed, I want you to picture a mirror in your mind. Do you see the mirror?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” the doctor responded, eliciting a happy sigh from Alexis. “I want you to look into that mirror. Look at yourself. See yourself naked, from head to toe. As you do, I want you to ignore any imperfections you see. Only focus on the beauty in the reflection. Picture your reflection as a beautiful, sexy woman. So beautiful and sexy that she could have any man she wants. The more you look at this reflection of yourself, the more you understand that this reflection is your own. Keep looking at the reflection, Alexis, and when you can see that the woman in the reflection is beautiful and sexy, I want you to tell me so.”
For a few moments, they sat there in silence as Alexis visualized her reflection. Slowly, she became more and more capable of seeing what the doctor was describing. Piece by piece, her focal points of self-criticism vanished. The lone gray hair she’d fretted over this morning was gone, in its place she saw her long, silky, beautiful hair. The faint scar on her left knee faded from view, replaced with a vision of beautiful, toned legs. Instead of seeing her right nipple’s faults for being slightly smaller than the left, she saw a beautiful pair of sexy breasts. Before long, Alexis found herself staring into the mirror in her mind, and all she saw was a sexy, desirable woman.
“I can see it,” she finally said, almost whispering. “I look beautiful.”
“Good girl,” the doctor replied softly. “You need to hold onto that vision. You need to embrace it, to see it as who you really are. We’re going to give that reflection a name, one you can use to remind yourself just how sexy and beautiful you are. We’re going to call her sexy Lexi, or just Lexi for short. That’s you. As you look into the mirror, you become your reflection. You are sexy Lexi. Now, you’re going to say that. Say “I’m sexy Lexi.”
Alexis paused for a moment before quietly responding. “I’m sexy Lexi.”
“Say it again, Lexi. I want you to really believe it.”
“I’m sexy Lexi,” the woman responded more confidently.
“One more time,” the doctor instructed. “This time, erase any doubt in your mind. I want you to say it with complete confidence. Look at that woman in the mirror and proclaim that she is you, and you are sexy Lexi.”
“Yes, she’s me,” the woman stated confidently. “I’m her. I’m sexy Lexi.”
Good girl!” Dr. Miller exclaimed. “Very good girl. Now, of course, some people will still call you Alexis, but on the inside, I want you to remind yourself that you are not the old Alexis, full of flaws and imperfections. You are sexy Lexi, a beautiful and desirable woman. That is who you need to think of yourself as. Do you understand, Lexi?”
“Mhh hmmm,” she nearly purred in response.
“Wonderful. Now, on to your homework for the week. As Lexi, you are a beautiful and sexy woman, and it’s time to embrace that. This week, your assignment is to think sexy. On top of continuing with last week’s homework, you need to spend the time between now and our next session embracing what it means to be a sexy woman. That means you are going to think about the clothes you wear, and how you can make your wardrobe more sexy. It will mean thinking about how you talk, and doing away with cold, un-sexy words like intercourse. You are going to be a student of thinking sexy, and the more that you do, the more sexy Lexi will come out. Do you understand?”
“Yes, doctor,” Lexi replied as he tapped his screen several more times. After her response, the doctor resumed talking, but just as she had the week before, Lexi found her thoughts wandering. She was so thankful that she decided to stick with Dr. Miller. He was so incredibly insightful. She was so glad that he helped her see her true, sexy self. Maybe now she could start thinking like a sexy woman. Maybe she could even start today. Yes, she thought, she should embrace her sexiness right away.
When the doctor finally tapped her on her shoulder, informing her their session was up, Lexi snapped out of her daze with a start.
“Oh my gosh!” She said with a laugh. “I guess I did it again. Sorry, doc!”
“Oh Alexis, don’t worry about it,” he smiled, taking the device from the woman. “It really is a common thing.”
She smiled at him warmly. “Thanks,” she said sweetly as they stood up from their chairs. “And you know something, I think you can just call me Lexi. I kinda like the sound of it.”
“Sure thing,” he said, extending his arm for a handshake. “So, see you again next week?”
Lexi looked briefly at his hand, but decided that wasn’t enough. Instead, she pressed herself against the doctor in a big hug, wrapping her arms around him. “Absolutely,” she said, smiling as the doctor reciprocated and wrapped his arms around her. They held each other in the embrace for a brief moment before separating. They said their goodbyes, and Lexi nearly skipped out to her car.
On her way home, the woman found herself thinking about the session. It had been amazing, but something was bothering her. As she waited at the stoplight, she tried to put her finger on what it was. Finally, she looked down at her outfit and it dawned on her. Her wardrobe. It was so bland. Dr. Miller had been right—she was a sexy woman, and she deserved to show off a little skin.
Putting on her turn signal, as soon as the light changed, she detoured off her usual route home, instead heading down to the local shopping mall. Three hours and nearly $500 later, she found herself finally heading home, satisfied that she wouldn’t be forced to be so frumpy looking from now on.
Lexi was busy tidying up the house when Aaron arrived home from work that night. Stepping into the kitchen doorway where she’d been wiping down the counters, his jaw hit the floor as soon as he laid eyes on his wife.
“Wow, babe!” He exclaimed. “Lookin’ good.” Aaron eyed the woman from head to toe. She was wearing a sexy red crop top with a plunging neckline that showed off her tits, along with a short denim skirt and strappy black sandals. From what he could tell, she’d even done her hair and makeup. “What’s the occasion?” He asked, stepping up to the woman and wrapping her in a tight hug.
“Maybe I just wanted to look nice,” she smiled as she nestled into his embrace.
“Mission accomplished,” Aaron responded, giving her a quick kiss after they separated. “Oh, wait a minute,” he realized. “It’s Tuesday. You had your sex therapy this morning, didn’t you? Is that why you’re all dressed up?”
The woman found herself blushing slightly. “Maybe?” She replied.
“Well, I’m not complaining. If Dr. Ainsley can convince you to show off that hot little body of yours, I’m all for it! Tell her ‘good job’ for me.”
She laughed. “You got it. I’ll be sure to tell her,” the wife replied, once again letting her husband believe that Dr. Ainsley Miller was a woman. It wasn’t like it was a big lie, she assured herself every time the situation came up. After all, Aaron probably wouldn’t approve of her discussing her sexual issues with a man. Dr. Miller was just too good for her to risk losing his help. Plus, there are secrets in every healthy relationship. It wasn’t like Aaron hadn’t kept things from her in the past.
“So,” Aaron continued, running his finger down between his wife’s breasts, “speaking of sex…”
Lexi rolled her eyes. Of course, that’s right where he was going to go, she thought. Part of her felt a little bad. After all, here she was, dressed like a 19 year old party girl, and Aaron obviously has his needs. At the same time, she knew that she wasn’t ready for him. Sure, she’d been super horny from the moment she walked out of the doctor’s office. Sure, she’d had to change the sheets from the wet spot she’d left this afternoon when she finger fucked herself to three separate orgasms. But still, it just didn’t feel right. Not yet.
“Now hold on, mister,” the beautiful woman said, taking his hand from her cleavage and placing it on her hip. “Dr. Miller passed along a message for you. I’m supposed to tell you that you shouldn’t expect me to be ready yet. She said it might be weeks or months before I am. Solving all my hang ups and letting me come out of this shell isn’t going to happen overnight. But the doctor promised me, and you, that as long as I keep doing my homework, sooner or later I’m going to open up. And when I do, you’d better look out, because I’m going to make it all up to you. So can you hold out a while longer? Please?”
Lexi looked him in the eyes, pouting her lips slightly in her best “I’m sorry” face. Aaron’s expression sank a little and he let out a long, low sigh. He looked his wife over once again, gulping as he did. After a silent eternity, he put on a strong face and wrapped his arms around his wife.
“I suppose,” he began. “If it means that you’re getting better for good, I can wait a bit longer. Just let me know the instant you’re ready though, and I mean the very instant, because I’ll be ready.”
“I know, babe,” the woman smiled, ruffling his hair playfully. “Now go get changed and I’ll start on dinner.”
That night, Aaron snored softly in bed as his wife laid next to him, furiously stroking her clit. She whimpered softly as she felt her pussy coming to life at her touch. She needed this so bad. The moment her husband fell asleep, it was as if the events of the day caught up to her, begging her for release.
She remembered Aaron’s finger running between her tits when he got home. It felt so good. In her mind she imagined that instead of Aaron, it was their next door neighbor’s hand. She imagined that she’d invited him over, and that it was he who complimented her outfit. Instead of shutting down like she did with Aaron, she saw herself giving into her advances.
As she continued in her fantasy, Lexi saw herself taking her neighbor’s hand and placing it over her left breast. In her imagination, he began fondling her tits as he kissed her deeply. She felt him begin tugging at the bottom of her sexy little top, pulling it up and off her body as she lifted her arms to help.
Now topless, she pictured her neighbor leaning in and kissing her tits. His beard felt so hot as he sucked on her nipples while his hands rode up her thighs, working off her panties from under her skirt. His lips traveled back up to hers, kissing her passionately as he began fingering her slit.
Lexi bit her lip to stifle a moan that would have surely woke Aaron up as she continued frigging herself. She pictured her neighbor pushing her down over the counter, and a moment later she imagined feeling his cock lining up with her pussy. As she envisioned the man next door begin to rail her cunt hard and fast, her fingers worked her dripping slit, picking up moisture that was quickly transferred to her clit as she rubbed herself closer and closer to orgasm.
“Mmmgh, yes,” she moaned as softly as she could. “Fuck me,” she pictured herself crying out to her neighbor. “Fuck your sexy Lexi!” She imagined him pumping hard a few more times before burying his cock deep inside her, unloading spurt after spurt of cum straight into her pussy.
As she imagined him cumming inside her, Lexi found her own orgasm exploding through her body. Despite doing her best to keep quiet, the woman found herself letting out a tiny moan as her body quaked in the bed. Aaron grunted next to her, rolling away from her as he continued sleeping. With her orgasm fading, Lexi found herself quickly drifting off to sleep, a smile on her face.
In the days that followed, Lexi found herself really working hard to fulfill her homework assignment from Dr. Miller. She knew that if she wanted to save her marriage, she needed to learn how to think sexy like the doctor had said, so she did everything she could to exude sexiness all throughout the week.
When she went to work on Wednesday, her coworker Alan complimented how nice she looked. Of course, Lexi told him not to get any ideas, but that didn’t stop her from fingering herself to an orgasm in the office bathroom as she remembered all the times she caught him checking her out that morning. There was nothing wrong with having a little fantasy, she reminded herself as she imagined him in the stall, savagely fucking her.
She definitely got noticed more when she went to the gym, too. Trading in her baggy t-shirt and sweatpants for a sports bra and skin-tight jogging shorts was definitely a move in the sexy direction. More than one guy noticed, too, and Lexi found herself shooting down offer after offer to spot her on the weights or to “run laps” with her. Every time, she flashed her ring and told the guys to take a hike. She was sexy, but she was also faithful. Still, there was no harm in fantasizing, so she let them fuel her fantasies as she jilled herself off in the shower later.
By the time Monday had arrived, Lexi was super proud of her progress over the last week. She’d been building up her “dirty” vocabulary from all the porn she’d begun watching. Her outfits were making her feel super sexy. She’d even decided to take the plunge and shave her pussy, which definitely felt tons better when she was getting herself off. Overall, it had been an excellent week, and she couldn’t wait to tell Dr. Miller all about it the following morning.
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