Sexologist /couple 2

**The next Day**

"What's the need of seeing a sexologist?" Nick Wellington argues, buttoning up his shirt collar.

He was already done preparing for work when Isla came in bearing the news about them visiting a sexologist.

"It'll help us, Nick. I know what I'm saying." Isla says, dragging her fingers through her shaggy dirty blond hair.

"I don't think you think do…"

"Nick, what woman do you have outside that's giving you sexual attention?" Isla lets out that question that's been on her mind.

Nick fumes as he steps closer.

"I have no woman!" He declares. 

"Then you should be at Dr. Sandra's, Nick. That's final."

Isla then barges out of the room.

Once it reached her appointment time, Isla put on a white-colored low-cut trimmed dress and headed to Dr. Sandra’s.

After a long drive through the buzzing streets of Miami, she arrives in front of a French-looking building. Just like the ones you'd see in movies. But instead, the building looks more like an apartment than an office.

Does that mean the doctor in question uses her apartment as an office? Isla thinks to herself as she clenches out of her car.

She places a shawl over her shoulder and struts to the lobby.

Greeting the old captain by the elevator doors, she moves inside and presses the panel to the fifth floor.

Tension, that's all she felt going up there. She wondered if Nick would honor the invitation. Isla can only hope he does.

As the door dings to a stop on the fifth floor, she swings away from the elevator and pad down the empty hallway.

The magazine rests in her hand, so she sneaks a look and figures the room number.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she presses on the bell and waits. Seconds passes before she hears the creaking sounds like someone's trying the lock from the other side.

Then the door comes tumbling open, revealing a red-haired woman in a flimsy red cotton sleeveless dress. The dress has a plunging neckline, revealing the massive size of her boobs.

From Isla's analysis, the woman isn't wearing a bra, and the dress stops mid-thighs, exposing her oily olive skin.

Her wild red hair is in a tight bun. The woman also has a smear of red lipstick coating her lips, eyeliner, and a big, round earring.

One thing is certain, she's the exact same woman in the magazine she had gotten from last night.

"Hi!" Dr. Sandra chirps, surprise clouding her face as she throws her gaze over Isla. "Who are you?" She asks inspecting Isla.

"I'm Isla…Isla Wellington." Isla replies, outstretching her hand for Dr. Sandra to shake which she does with a smile. "I heard you're an expert sexologist that…fixes couples?"

"That is what I do. But I don't…see…?"  She looks over Isla's shoulder to see her partner but there appears to be none.

"Oh…uh…my husband will be here any moment. You know, busy at work and shit…" Isla offers a quaking laugh as she walks into the apartment with the hot doctor.

Curiosity takes over, making Isla study the breezy apartment of the hot doctor.

"A coffee, mocha, or latte?" Comes the doctor's voice from across the kitchen.

"You make those for clients?" Isla asks while nodding.

"Sweetie, tackling quarreling couples doesn't always come easy. So, before I get into any session I prepare their minds with something cool."

"Oh. Great. Iced coffee will be fine." Isla says, settling on the seat before the fireplace.

She can still feel the biting tension on her insides. It's already noon and Nick hasn't called her yet.

"Here…" Doctor Sandra offers, taking a sit across from Isla. Just before the fireplace.

While sipping the iced coffee, Isla calls her husband again. However, instead of getting a response through the phone, a knock comes on the door.

"I guess that's him," Isla mutters and the doctor shoots to her feet to get to the door.

A while later, Dr. Sandra and Nick Wellington saunter back into the living room.

Isla’s lips tip in a concealed smile at the sight of her husband.

Oh, well Nick seems not to share in her excitement given how his lips are drawn in a straight line.

“Go have a seat, Mr. Wellington.”

Nick takes a seat at the doctor’s instruction.

Like before, he served Nick an iced coffee. When they finished preparing their minds, the doctor led them into her office.

And that’s when the couples see a different world from the one they were in before.

At the back of the door, there are written words that say.

“Whatever happens stays within the office. But be sure to have your sex life revitalized.

On the walls of the office are pictures of men and women, naked and assuming various sensual sex positions.

Nick breathes heavily as well as Isla.

“Have a seat, you two.” Dr. Sandra chirps with a smile. The woman seems to be always smiling, Isla thinks while taking a seat beside Nick.

“Now, shall we dive into the matter?” The doctor begins, linking her finger as she trades a look with Nick and Isla.

“Couples only come here when their sex life falters. And I promise you, I have the answer to it all. But you’ve got to honest.” She rambles on.

“I'd like to hear what’s going on…”

Isla clears her throat after the doctor finishes talking. She peeks at Nick who has a frown a his face.

“Uh…doc, my husband Nick hasn’t laid me in over a month now.” Isla spews.

The doctor looks a little surprised because Isla looks hot and sexy. The type men love to have in their beds.

Turning her head back at Nick, she says. “And why is that, Mr. Wellington?”

Nick breathes through his mouth. Then. “The last time we were intimate, my wife never came…”

Isla gasps and Dr. Sandra places a hand on her forehead.

“That’s quite shameful.” Turning to Isla whose face is now crimson, she asks. “Didn’t you enjoy making love with your husband?”

Isla attempts to speak but it’s hard to get the words out. She doesn’t want Nick to feel inferior but hell, she’s here for solutions.

From the looks of it, the doctor can provide that. At that, she rasps out. “I…I always wanted something more while making love but Nick doesn’t offer those.”

Nick stared shocked at his wife. “You never told me." He accuses.

“That’s enough.” Dr. Sandra hushes them with a wave of her hand. To Isla, she asks. “What are those you want?”

Isla coughs, and boldly says. “Foreplay. Tongue and fingers and…and…” She stutters.

How in hell will she agree to this openly? Nick never knew she had such fantasies. True, Nick has never fingered her nor used his tongue. He has never reached her erogenous zone.

But aside from that she craves something else…

“And what, Mrs. Wellington?” The doctor asks and Nick stares at her curious.

“Sometimes I want a third party. Particularly a female.”

Nick’s eyes widen and his face turns red.

The doctor smirks at that. This isn’t new. There are hundreds of women like that.

They say having another woman in bed with them makes them more confident. Makes them high.

Isla is no different. Perhaps that’s the reason she hardly cums when Nick is pleasuring her with his shaft.

Oh, well, that’s about to be resolved, Dr. Sandra thinks to herself.

After all that’s what she does for a living.

“That’s not something you should be ashamed to admit, Mrs. Wellington. There are thousands of people like you out there.”

She turns to Nick and says. “However, Mr. Wellington. You’d need to learn from me how to please your wife just the way she prefers it. While she does the same too.”

Nick nods his head readily.

“Good.” The doctor hums. “Mr. Wellington, please get on your feet and remove your clothes.”

Nick slowly stands, peeking at Isla as his fingers find his zipper and he rips it open.

As the man slowly undoes his pants, sexual tension rings through the air.

Hell, his movements are seductive, Isla wonders if he’s doing it deliberately.

When his pants fall on the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. Dr. Sandra gasps.

It’s true she’s seen various types and sizes of dicks but Nick’s manhood stands out.

Firm, beautiful, huge, it’s amazing and looks just as women wants it.

Exactly the inches women love and that’s ten inches.

She gazes over his hairy thighs and finds herself squeezing her legs together.

Dr. Sandra wasn’t aware when her pussy began throbbing just at the sight of the man’s instrument of pleasure.

Nick finally undoes his shirt, standing in his naked glory.

“My God!” The words fly out of Dr. Sandra’s mouth as she watches and basks in the amazing hot body of America’s billionaire.

“Your turn, Mrs. Wellington.” She manages, turning her flaming face to Isla.

Just like her husband, Isla rises and rips off her clothes, slowly, fucking slow, it makes Dr. Sandra curious. She fucking wants to know what that beautiful woman is hiding with those clothes on.

When Isla’s breasts and pussy muff are bare, fuck, Dr. Sandra finds it hard to breathe.

Her titties can work well on that clit. And that member can be very useful in her hot cunt.

Emerging on her feet, she walks close to Nick and Isla, muttering just enough for them to hear.

“Today, I’ll teach you, Nick, how to make a woman cum effortlessly.” She tells Nick.  To Isla, she says. “Today, your fantasy will become a reality. Ready?” She asks.

Both couples nod and Dr. Sandra takes a sensual slap on Isla's tittties and Nicks's semi-hard cock.

“Get on the desk.” She commands Isla.