Marriage Counselor

Kids arrived. Intimacy gone.
Our new roles: father/mother.
Friend of mine gave counselor’s name.
“Your wife will really love her!”
 
Marriage counselor/therapist.
Guaranteed success.  
Her methods. Somewhat unusual.
We put her to the test.
 
Counselor arrived. Spoke bluntly.
No hint of jokes, sarcasm.
Stated plainly. Matter of fact.  
“Every woman deserves orgasms.”
 
“Now most men are clumsy fools.
With no finesse as such.
Clueless of their wife’s real needs.  
They don’t have a woman’s touch.”
 
“The man must take charge of this.  
Accept his spousal responsibility.  
The husband must devote to her.  
And pleasure her thoroughly.”
 
“A marriage lasts with happiness.  
When the woman is having fun.”
She gestured for me to stand aside.  
“I will show you how it’s done.”
 
Counselor approached my wife.
Whispered in her ear.
Whatever said. Prompted giggling.
Inhibitions disappeared.  
 
To my wife: lay back. Relax.  
Skirt up. Knickers down. No! All the way.
Wife bewitched. Relaxed. Compliant.
So she willingly obeyed.
 
Counselor massaged wife’s feet.
Proceeded to her calves.
Lingered on thighs for several minutes.
Traced many erotic paths.  
 
Fingers on. Wife’s supple thigh.
Down. Caressed her slit.  
Wife gasped. From touch, slight, intense.  
Toying with her clit.  
 
Counselor inserted one finger gently.  
Two fingers. Three fingers. Four.
Wife squirmed with ecstasy.  
Making sounds. Never heard before.  
 
Counselor atop. Wife underneath.  
Debauchedly arranged.
Clothes strewn upon the floor.  
Both fervently engaged.
 
Cacophony of moans.
Rhythmic raunchy rhyme.
Slow build to volcanic state.
Wife exploded. Several times.
 
Counselor rolled off. Casual.
Wife exhausted. Spent.  
Wife’s legs lewdly splayed.
Room graced with her hot scent.
 
“I’ve warmed her up.” Counselor said.
“Do all that prior to having sex.”
“Now take her home. Ravish her.”
Then counselor shouted: “NEXT!!!”