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Marriage on the rocks couple takes their friend's advice, a marriage counselor, to bond with nature on Earth Day in hopes of saving their relationship.

"We just don't get along anymore," said Irene smiling a sad, little smile, while making eyes at the doctor, a longtime family friend that she's lusted over for years. "We're just total opposite in what we like and in what we want."

It was no secret that she had always been sexually attracted to Doctor John. Everyone but her husband, Tom, knew, that is, until now.

"I see," said Doctor John scribbling a note. "I should know this, but for the record, how long have you been married?"

"Tomorrow, Earth Day, is our tenth anniversary," said Irene with sadness, instead of excitement. She looked over at her husband. "You forgot it was our anniversary, again, didn't you Tom?" She looked at him with contempt, instead of love. "You forgot we were married in the forest by my tree on Earth Day, didn't you?"

"I'm sorry," he said in a growl, "if I tend to forget the unpleasant experiences in my life."

"Unpleasant experiences?"

"I was being kind to spare your feelings and to not wash our dirty laundry in front of our friend, as you are insistent on doing, by dragging me here," he said with a contemptuous look.

"Asshole," said Irene

"Whore," said Tom.

"Please don't do that," said Doctor John.

"Sorry, Doctor John," said Irene.

"Sorry, Doctor John," said Tom.

"You should be apologizing to one another, not to me," said Doctor John.

Tom looked at Irene and grunted and Irene looked at Tom and gave him a nasty smile, while inconspicuously flashing him the finger.

Doctor John was their tenth marriage counselor in ten years and they all suggested the same therapy, using nature as a way for them to bond and reconnect. A way to temporarily forget their problems, they all prescribed a walk through the forest for the benefits of some fresh air, sunshine, and the natural effects of the great outdoors. Reconnect with one another by holding hands. Let nature help heal what's wrong, is what they all said. With too much to see and too much to do, the marriage counselors figured that they can't be mad, while going for a walk and experiencing the magnificence of nature.

"We used to be so compatible," said Irene wringing a tissue in her hand. "Now we don't even talk anymore," she said tossing her hair back and tilting her head to the side, as if smoking and letting out a puff of smoke. Her eyes followed the direction of her head and she lingered her look, as if she was watching the smoke of their passion climb higher, before fading away. Only, she wasn't smoking. If she was smoking anything, she was smoking hot.

"I talk to you all the time," said Tom with a stern look and an already impatient and angry tone to his voice. "I'm talking to you now, aren't I?" The lull in the conversation waited for a response and when none came, Tom gave another dig at the fabric of their marriage. "That's all we do is talk. That's all you want to do is talk. I'd rather do some humping, instead of talking," he said humping his hips in the air, as if he was fucking her doggie style.

"Talking? I don't consider yelling at me as talking to me, Tom," she said with a shrug of her cold shoulder. In the way she was leaning away from him, her body language told it all. "When he's not yelling at me, Doctor John, he's grunting at me. If he talks to me about anything at all, he talks about his business, his cars, his dog, and his house. It's all about things. It's all about his possessions. It's all about him."

"I see," said Doctor John feverishly scribbling his notes.

"He never asks about me and, as if my opinion doesn't matter, he doesn't even ask me a question. Always too busy with his work and consumed with making money, he doesn't talk to me," she said again, this time crossing her long, shapely legs slowly enough to make sure that she exposed her shear, white panties to the doctor, while fluffing back her long, dark, lush hair.

"Pardon? Sorry, I didn't hear you," said Doctor John, no doubt, too preoccupied with watching Irene cross her long legs, while flashing him her sheer, white panties, than listening to her.

It was obvious by Doctor John's leer that he shared her sexual attraction. Who wouldn't when she looked like a younger version of Katherine Zeta-Jones?

"He grunts at me," she said again. "Yeah, that's what he does, he grunts at me," said Irene.

"You don't complain about money, when I'm paying your exorbitant charge card bills."

"Shopping is my therapy," she said with flashing eyes and a cold smile.

"Instead of nagging me to endlessly talk to you, maybe you should just hire Doctor John to talk to you. It would be cheaper than your therapeutic shopping sprees," said Tom.

"Money is what matters to him, not me, never me," she said ignoring her husband's comment by acting as if he wasn't even there in the room. "If the truth be told, he could care less about me. And if what he wanted was to hump me, to fuck me, and to make love to me, I dare say that we wouldn't be sitting here talking to you, Doctor John, no disrespect intended. Without giving my needs a thought, without sexually satisfying me first, all he wants is a blowjob, before falling asleep."

"I'm tired, Irene. I work all day, while you sit out in the sun topless in front of the pool man and the gardener.

"I see," said Doctor John scribbling more notes.

"He didn't even want to come here to talk to you today. I had to twist his arm," said Irene shooting her husband another nasty look. "He said because you were a family friend and too close to us that you couldn't help us. He said, because you're a man, that you'd be biased in his favor."

"Certainly not. That's utter nonsense," said Doctor John with a nervous, little smile and an uncomfortable laugh, while staring at Irene's exposed thigh. "Fair and impartial, that's what I am. I'm a trained professional," he said looking from Irene to Tom and back. "Actually, because I am your friend, both your friends, being so close to you is even more the reason that I can help you both," said Doctor John.

"He said the reason why our marriage soured is because I have a crush on you," she said staring at the doctor, while smiling a smile that not only exuded sex but also that confessed that she was sexually attracted to him. "Isn't that ridiculous? It's so typical of Tom to say that and to use jealousy as an excuse for everything that's wrong with him and with our relationship."

"That's bullshit. I never said you were attracted to Doctor John," said Tom. "Now that you mention it, however, you're always giving men the eye. You're such a flirt," he said shooting her back with a nasty look. "I can't go anywhere without men leering at you and you returning their stares with a sexy smile. In the provocative way you dress, if you're not flashing men your panties, you're flashing men your bra and more. You're nothing but a flirt and a tease, a cockteaser, that's what you are, you're nothing but a cockteaser."

"Do you understand now, what I'm up against, doctor?" Playing the victim, Irene looked at the doctor with sad eyes.

She gave the doctor the kind of weak and helpless look that makes men want to hold her, kiss her, and tell her not to worry about anything and that everything will be okay, while protecting her from big, bad brutes like her husband, Tom.

"I see," said the doctor making notes in his pad.

"Yeah, well, we don't have sex anymore," said Tom. "I can't remember the last time we had sex. If you want to know the truth, I don't even remember the last time she blew me. Besides, when she does blow me, she doesn't swallow. She spits it out all over me and makes a real mess of everything."

"I see," said the doctor, writing more notes in his pad.

"Sex to him is groping me, Doctor John, before I give him a blowjob and he falls asleep. What about me?" She looked from Tom to the doctor. "What about me? Don't I deserve to get off, too? Shouldn't I have some sexual satisfaction, too?" She cupped her breasts and lifted them up with both hands, as if offering her tits to the doctor for his touch, inspection, and pleasure.

"Yeah, well, in my defense, if you want the real truth, I'm not kinky enough for her," said Tom. "I'd need to swing from the chandelier for this one, before giving her sufficient pain for her to feel anything."

"Oh, you're plenty kinky," she said giving him a dirty look. "You're more perverted than I could ever be," she said jerking up her head, as if she was returning a soccer ball with her noggin. "Only, you'd rather watch others play it out on video, instead of doing it yourself with me," said Irene, while giving the doctor another pouty look. "Can you imagine him not wanting all of this," she said sitting upright to show Doctor John her fabulous figure.

"Kinky?" After casting Irene a long look, with his pen at the ready, Doctor John sat up in his chair to give his full attention to Tom, while waiting for an explanation. If he was looking to discover the intimate details of Irene's sexual peccadilloes, he was about to get an earful. "What do you mean by kinky, Tom? Please explain."

"Bound, blindfolded, and gagged. That's what I mean by being kinky and that's what she enjoys. She likes a little pain, too, don't you, Doll?" Tom shot Irene another knowing look. "She's likes being tied up to the bed, stripped naked, and slapped around. She likes having her tits squeezed and her nipples pulled, twisted, and bitten," said Tom. "I can't squeeze her tits hard enough to please her."

"Stop it, Tommy, you're getting me all hot," said Irene fanning herself with her pad of paper.

"We can't just have sex. She wants rough sex, the rougher the better. If I body slammed her and threw her up against the wall, before fucking her brains out, really pounding her body, she'd be happy. She'd be my obedient bitch forever."

"Oh, my God, Master," mumbled Irene beneath her breath, while fanning herself faster.

"She likes being forced. Just holding one another, we can never just have intimacy where we kiss, cuddle, and make love. It always has to be some big production and it always has to be rough sex with me tying her up, spanking her, slapping her, and hurting her, which I'd really love to do right now, while banging her, really fucking her, before forcing her to blow me," he said looking at her with a face full of rage, while lifting his hand, as if he was going to backhand her.

"If only you weren't all just talk, Tommy," said Irene with a face flushed with sexual excitement.

"What do you mean by a big production?" Suddenly, unable to speak, the doctor had to clear his throat and take a sip of water. "Sorry, continue please," he said looking at Tom with his pen poised to take more notes.

"Her favorite scenario is for me to come through her bedroom window, while she pretends to be asleep. Then, I tie her to the bed, blindfold her, and gag her, before having my wild, wicked way with her, while she feigns struggling to break free and calls for help. Help. Help, she yells. If I flung her against the wall, jumped on top of her, and really stomped on her, while kicking her, she'd probably like that, so long as I fucked her silly, afterwards."

"If only you cared enough about me to do that to me, Tommy," said Irene with a sexy smile and looking as if she was about to faint from the thought of the sexual fantasy that her husband just revealed and was, no doubt, now having.

"Wow, I mean, I see. So, she's into forced sexual fantasies? Interesting," said the doctor looking at Tom, before giving Irene an approving look. "There's nothing wrong with that, Tom, so long as they aren't overdone and consume your life, and so long as you're both agreeable to playing those kinds of sexy games."

"Doctor, he's exaggerating. It's nothing more than light bondage and roll playing. That's all it is, light bondage peppered with a little bit of discipline and pain," said Irene. "Yet, he seldom sexually satisfies me in that way and the more that he doesn't give me what I want, the more that I crave it, want it, and have to have it. Just once, I wish he'd do something for me and give me my sexual fantasy. Just once I wish he'd give me a frigging orgasm."

"I see," said the doctor, while scribbling more notes in his pad. "So, you haven't had an orgasm in a while?"

"Not for a long time, Doctor John," said Irene giving the doctor that come on, I dare you to fuck me look.

"And you're sexually frustrated?" Doctor John looked at her with lust.

"Oh, God, yes," said Irene leaning forward in her chair and making solid eye contact with the doctor. "I'm so very sexually frustrated, Doctor John," she said running her hand across her breasts, before putting a finger to her mouth and sucking on it, while staring at him.

As if aroused from a sexual fantasy, as if awakened from an erotic dream, Tom startled the good doctor, when he spoke.

"Sometimes she wants me to hide in the closet and surprise her, as she's undressing and getting ready for bed," said Tom, excitedly talking, as if tattle telling. "Instead of calling me by my name, she prefers calling me by other names."

"Other names? What do you mean by other names, Tom? Do you mean, affectionate endearments, such as Sweetie, Honey, and Darling?"

"I wish," said Tom with a laugh. "She likes calling me by black names, such as Tyrone, DeShawn, or Willie. Then, being that she's from Canada and lived in Detroit, as a child, she's a big hockey fan. I hate hockey. My sport of choice is football. If she's not pretending that I'm a black man, then she's pretending that I'm a professional hockey player by calling me, Wayne, Bobby, or Gordie. I'm embarrassed to admit but, more than a few times, she's even called me Doctor John. Then, after I tie her to the bed, blindfold her, and gag her--"

"Oh, you're such a liar, Tom," she said slowly crossing her legs the other way, while making sure the doctor was looking, when she flashed him her panty again. "I don't like being gagged," she said, "unless I'm being gagged with something more enjoyable than one of his dirty socks," she said staring at the doctor's crotch, while running her tongue across her lips.

"See what I mean? You'd think she'd protest about all those names that I said she calls me, instead of only protesting about being gagged," said Tom with a snide snicker. "You'd think she'd call me a liar, when I said that sometimes she calls me Doctor John."

"I see," said the doctor, literally and figuratively, while leering as Irene slowly uncrossed and crossed her legs the other way.

The smile that Doctor John tried to hide, slipped out and he smiled at Irene with stars in his eyes. He put his writing pad in his lap to conceal his growing erection, no doubt developing from Irene continually flashing him her panty.

"It's just some innocent role play, Doctor John," said Irene.

"There's nothing wrong with a little role play, Tom. Honestly, it's healthy in a marriage for consenting couples to imagine having sex with others, while having sex with the one you love and so long, as you don't go outside the marriage, of course," said Doctor John.

If one was to imagine what the good doctor was thinking, he was imaging having fantasy sex with Irene. If one was to imagine what Doctor John was thinking, no doubt, he was imagining stripping her naked, tying her to the bed, and slapping her around, before forcing himself on her. Yet, he'd never have sex with a patient. He'd lose his license.

"Yeah, well, to be honest, I'm more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy, Doctor John, when it comes to sex. I prefer the missionary type of sex, while in bed. I enjoy the control that it gives me, when I'm banging her and slamming my cock in her."

"Banging and slamming your cock in me? When was the last time you banged and slammed your cock in me with your hips, instead of banging and slamming your cock in your hand. Masturbator."

"Whore."

"Please, stop," said Doctor John.

"She's more into roll play and bondage than she is into me. She's just too wild for me, Doctor John," said Tom. "To be honest, I don't think that I can sexually satisfy her."

"Wild?" Doctor John leaned forward in his chair. His perspiring palm left an imprint in his corduroy slacks. "What do you mean by wild, Tom?"

"This is embarrassing for me to have all my sexual intimacies and preferences made so public," protested Irene. "I feel so exposed."

"It's okay, Irene, I'm a doctor, a trained psychotherapist. I'm not a medical doctor, of course, but a Doctor of Philosophy. I have a Ph. D. in psychology," he said looking from Irene to Tom. "Please continue, Tom."

"Exposed my ass. She loves being exposed. She's an exhibitionist. She loves being nude in public. She loves showing her naked body to men. She especially enjoys having sex outdoors. I'm not into any of that at all," said Tom.

"I see," said Doctor John.

"I'm always nervous that someone will happen along or someone will see me and watch me. That's so gross. It'd make my skin crawl feeling and/or knowing that someone was watching me, while I was having sex with my wife," said Tom.

"I see," said Doctor John.

"Yet, she's just the opposite. When it comes to her, it's as if she wants people to see her naked, while having sex. It wouldn't surprise me if she gets off on that," said Tom. "If you ask me, Doctor John, without doubt, I think she's an exhibitionist. Yeah, that's her perversion. She's an exhibitionist, alright. She enjoys showing her naked body to men."

"Gross? You think it gross to have someone watching us make love and to have other men see me naked, when that's all you do, all day, every day, is watch couples having sex and staring at naked women on your computer. All you do is watch porn videos, Tom. Instead of watching someone else, you need to do the dirty deed yourself. You're nothing but a masturbator."

"There's nothing wrong with masturbation. Everyone masturbates," said Tom.

"Eww. Every time I sit down at the computer, a better name for his computer would be a cumputer, Doctor John, I have to wipe away cum spots, so as not to stain my clothes."

"You act as if you've never masturbated," said Tom.

"Are you kidding me? Being married to you, all I do is masturbate," she said closing her eyes and tilting back her head, as if she was masturbating by just the sheer mention of the word.

"To be honest, doctor, she's a bit too weird for me," he said.

"Weird? I'm a bit too weird for you? Oh, so you're calling me weird? That's so unbelievable." She looked from Tom to the doctor. "He'd rather watch pornographic videos on the computer than to take the time to get me in the mood and have real sex with a woman, instead of with his hand."

"That's not true," said Tom.

"He prefers computer sex, where he touches himself rather than touching me. He doesn't know how to make love to a woman," said Irene. "He gropes me in the way he'd grope his blowup doll and it wouldn't surprise me, if he had one."

"Blow up doll? Have you been snooping through my personal things?" Tom looked at his wife with a look of surprised violation. "How dare you go through my personal and private stuff? Where did you get a key to my locker in the attic?"

"Oh, my God, don't tell me that you really do have a blowup doll," she said with a look of disgust and distain. "It's not bad enough that he gets off masturbating to videos, eww, but now--"

"You say it, as if there's something wrong with having a blow up doll and masturbating to videos. Besides, I don't watch pornographic videos all the time. Sometimes, I masturbate over dirty magazines and I'll have you know that I haven't used Tiffany, in years, months, weeks, days, actually."
"Tiffany? Who the fuck is Tiffany?" Irene looked at him with a face full of jealous rage. "Oh, my God! I don't believe it. You actually named your blowup doll Tiffany," she said with a laugh. "Who's the weird one now?"

"Yeah, well, you named one of you dildos Doctor John. I heard you in the bathtub sticking Doctor John in your pussy."

"Maybe if you gave me an orgasm, I wouldn't have to take care of myself. Asshole!"

"Whore!"

"Please stop," said doctor John.

"Do you see what I'm up against, doctor? He masturbates. He's a masturbator. That's all he does is masturbate. I swear, he'd rather play with himself and play with Tiffany," she said shooting him a dirty look, "than playing with me. He gets all worked up and then, without making any attempt to get me aroused or in the mood even, he thinks he can just jump on top of me to get himself off."

"You are my wife and it is your wifely duties to take care of my needs."

"You're a Neanderthal, Tom. You're behind the times. Wives have needs, too," she said turning to Doctor John. "The truth of the matter, Doctor John, is he's nothing more than a grunting, perverted man. He'd rather watch pornographic videos and masturbate, than to take the time to give me a sexual fantasy that we both can enjoy, while he pleasures me, before I pleasure him," she said looking at Tom, before giving a poor me look to Doctor John.

"The truth of the matter? The truth of the matter is that you can't handle the real truth," he said. "You're nothing but a cold bitch that needs carnival like sexual activity to get you excited enough to get you off. You can't get aroused, unless you think I'm someone else, an intruder, a burglar, a rapist, a stranger, Jim Brown, Wayne Gretzky, Doctor John, anyone else but me, your husband, fucking you. You need to be tied to the bed, blindfolded, and gagged, while being spanked, tortured, disciplined, and brutalized."

"Stop, you're getting me all hot, Tom," said Irene with a laugh.

"See what I mean, doctor John?" Tom looked at the doctor for help.

"Besides, what you said about me is not true, Tom, and you know it. I never think about a stranger having his way with me. It's always more fun to imagine someone I know. Besides, it's been a very long time, since I've had an orgasm," she said wetting her lips with her tongue and directing her comment to Doctor John.

"I see," said Doctor John, while scribbling more notes.

"I can't remember the last time he even fingered my pussy, never mind licked my pussy," she said uncrossing her legs and, with her skirt now raised above mid thigh, she spread her knees wide enough to give doctor John an uninterrupted view of her panty clad pussy.

"I see," said Doctor John staring at her exposed panty.

"Just once, Doctor John, I wish he'd fuck me with his fingers, while licking my pussy," she said placing her hands inside her thighs, as is she was getting ready to pleasure herself. "Just once, I wish he'd restrain me by tying me to the bed and driving me wild with titillating sexual touches, licks, and kisses. Oh, my God, Doctor John, I hope you can help me because I'm so very sexually frustrated," she said as slow as the cum she imagined that oozed from his cock.

"I see," said the doctor, clearing his throat, taking another sip of water, and unbuttoning his top button. "Actually, as I said before, there's nothing wrong with a little role playing, Tom. Role playing and perceiving your partner as someone else is quite healthy and sexually satisfying in a marriage, that is, so long as you're both agreeable to that kind of sexual fantasy."

"Just once, I wish he'd strip me naked," said Irene taking both her hands, ripping open her blouse, and exposing her bra clad breasts to Doctor John.

"To be honest, Doctor John, I get more sexual excitement watching porn videos than I do trying to have sex with her, a cold, demanding fish that just wants to play erotic sexual games in bed, instead of just getting down to business."

"Getting down to business? Is that how you think of sex, Tom, as a business? Sex is not a business, that is, unless you perceive me as a prostitute."

"If the shoe fits, gold digger," he said.

"Gold digger? I'm not a gold digger, Tom. I'm your wife and sex is part of love," said Irene. "Is that how you perceive me as just an entry on a financial statement, an asset and an income to your business."

"No, I neither see you as an asset nor an income. I see you more as a liability and an expense," he said with a snide look.

"Do you see what a twisted, perverted bastard he is by thinking me as a prostitute, a gold digger, and as a liability and an expense? Well, what about me? What about my sexual desires and needs? Maybe if he took the time to get me aroused and took care of my needs first, then I'd suck his cock and swallow after he ejaculated in my mouth," she said wetting her lips again, while making eyes at the doctor, before looking down at his bulging crotch.

"She does have a point, Tom," said Doctor John, while taking Irene's side, after ogling her bra clad breasts and exposed panties. "Did you hear what your wife said, Tom?"

"Yes and it's nothing I haven't heard before," he said.

"I love sucking a man's cock, Doctor John. I do. I really do. I love the taste of cum. It excites me when a man explodes all that passion that he has for me in my mouth," she said, while staring at Doctor John.

"I see," said Doctor John squirming in his chair. "Boy, it sure is a little hot in here, isn't it?"

"Whore!"

"Pervert!"

"Stop you two. You're acting like children."

"Sorry, Doctor John," said Irene.

"Sorry, Doctor John," said Tom.

"I told him that I like a little light bondage, being tied to the bed, blindfolded, and spanked, but he's not into any of that. What's so wrong with that? It's just about what he wants and needs. It's never about my wants and needs. Not wanting to take the time to romance me and get me in the mood, all he wants to do is slam bam me and fall asleep. He's already done, before I've even started."

"Well," said the marriage counselor. "Now that I've heard both your sides, I think I know a way to save your marriage."

"You do?" Looking as if she needed to be hugged, kissed, and reassured, Irene looked at Doctor John with sad eyes and pouty lips. "Never mind touching me in the way that I need to be touched, how can you save our marriage, when he won't even talk to me?"

"For you to forget your problems, you need to think about something bigger."

"Bigger? Like what?" Tom looked at Irene's breasts.

"Bigger? Like what?" Irene looked down in between Doctor John's legs.

"The great outdoors, the tall trees, and the blue skies," said Doctor John raising his hands in the air. "You two are in a sexual rut. You need to get out of the house and go outside. Trust me, the fresh air and sunshine will do you a lot of good and will take your mind off of the little problems in your life. Besides, Irene's fantasy is to have sex outdoors and not indoors. You need to move from the comfort zone of the bedroom, Tom, and embrace what your wife needs and wants to satisfy her sexually. Once you satisfy is when she'll satisfy you."

"I don't know about this, Doctor John," said Tom.

"Trust me, Tom. This will work. Get involved in an outdoor activity that you both can do and enjoy doing. This way, while you're doing the activity, you'll bond in the way that you did before these little sexual peccadilloes surfaced and have been blown out of proportion and interfered with your marriage and the development of your sexual relationship." He looked from Tom to Irene and back to Tom. "Tell me, Tom, what do you like to do, when outside in the fresh air?"

"Well, I love football, but she won't watch any of the games with me. I've asked her to go with me to a game and she refuses," said Tom.

"I hate football," said Irene. "Besides, I went to a football game with him once. We sat in sub-zero wind chill on a cold, concrete slab in a stadium seat that was so high up that a passing plane nearly hit us, while he drank beer after beer, burped, farted, and finally fell asleep, before puking all over me."

"I see," said Doctor John. "Well I could see how you'd be turned off to football. What do you enjoy doing in your free time, Irene?"

"I like to read," said Irene. "I enjoy reading Victorian romance novels, where a woman is tied up, blindfolded, and ravished by an intruder."

"See? What did I tell you? She's weird. Romance, my ass," grunted Tom. "She loves reading about bondage and forced sex. She's into rape."

"Reading is a solitary thing, Irene," said the doctor ignoring Tom's jab. "What did you both do before, when you were dating?"

"Well, actually, now that you mention it, we both enjoyed the outdoors back then, before children and work got in the way of taking the time to go for a walk through the forest. We used to hike in the woods all the time," said Tom.

"Yeah, I used to love hiking in the woods," said Irene. "That was fun. It was a turn on for me to strip naked and hike. Once heated up, I'd jump in the babbling brook for a swim--"

"While hoping that someone would see her," interrupted Tom with a laugh. "You're such a slut."

"Pervert!"

"Whore!"

"Masturbater!"

"Okay, that's enough. We're not here to argue or to call one another names," said Doctor John. "We're here to find a resolution to your marital problems.

"Actually, now that she mentions being naked in the woods, that's how we met," said Tom.

"Really? Let's talk about that pleasant and memorable day, then," said Doctor John.

"Well, I don't know how pleasant it was, but it was certainly memorable. She was tied to a tree naked and I happened along and rescued her."

"Tied to a tree? Really? I didn't know that," said Doctor John directing his comment and his question to Irene. "Who tied you to a tree?"

"Oh, well, uhm, I had broken up with this guy, Larry, that I met online and I figured the perfect place to end our relationship was while out walking in the woods. He had a bad temper and I didn't want him causing a scene in a public place and breaking things. I feared he'd be arrested for making a public disturbance."

"I see," said Doctor John. "That's commendably thoughtful of you to think about your boyfriend's probable arrest over your own personal safety, especially when he was someone you were about to end the relationship with and afraid of his temper. So what happened?"

"Well, Larry got mad, of course, when I told him that I didn't want to see him again. He stripped me naked and tied me to the tree, which, of course, since I'm into that kind of stuff, anyway, I hardly resisted. I'm easily aroused by that kind of rough sex. To be honest, if I wasn't so aroused, I'd be frightened," she said fanning herself with the pad of paper she was holding to take notes. "Oh, my God, that was so hot and now that you mention it, it is hot in here."

"This is all bullshit," said Tom giving his wife a dirty look.

"Stop, Tom. Please continue, Irene" said Doctor John. "This is very important. I think we're making a breakthrough." Doctor John crossed his legs and put his notepad in his lap to hide his obvious erection, after Irene slowly crossed her legs and flashed her panties again to him.

"Well, just as Larry was about to have his wicked way with me, just as he was about to really put the wood to me, fuck me, and force me to suck his cock, Dudley Do-Right over here called from a distance and ran towards us. Because Tom was so much bigger than Larry, he scared the shit out of my old boyfriend and he took off running. I couldn't believe that Larry just left me there tied to a tree naked to fend for myself," she said making a sour face.

"Let me tell you, her old boyfriend was a real asshole. He had no respect for woman, stripping her naked like that and tying her to a tree, he was such a dirty bastard. He was the pervert and not me. Just because I want to relax after work and watch some porn on the computer, she blows it all out of proportion."

"Masturbator."

"Slut."

"Please stop the name calling. Please continue, Irene," said Doctor John, while holding up his hand to Tom.

"I mean, Tom could have been anyone," she said rolling her eyes. "He could have been a pervert or a rapist or a perverted rapist and had his wicked way with me for hours and hours, while forcing me to do all kinds of dirty, nasty, erotic, and sexy things to his naked body, while he did all kinds of dirty, nasty, erotic, and sexy things to my naked body," she said fanning herself faster with the pad of paper. "Only, Tom was such a gentleman, a perfect gentleman," she said giving him a sarcastic smile of cynicism, while rolling her eyes.

"I see you smirking and rolling your eyes, Irene. I'm being belittled for being a gentleman."

"Allow her to finish, Tom, please," said Doctor John.

"I remember being so hot. I remember being so wet. I so wanted to be fucked. I so wanted to suck him off for saving me. Yet, he covered me with his shirt, untied me, and didn't even so much as touch me or even look at me," she said glaring at him, before looking away and rolling her eyes again.

"I see," said Doctor John writing more notes in his pad.

"I should have known then, the kind of man he was. He even turned his back as I slowly got dressed. Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe it. What the Hell is wrong with this guy? And I was dumb enough to marry him. I should have known then, what I know now."

"Yeah, she would have loved it had I fucked her, slapped her, and forced her to blow me. She probably would have loved it if, after I was done with her, I'd leave her there for someone else to have their turn with her, too."

"Tom, stop teasing me, you're getting me all hot and bothered," said Irene with a sexy laugh. "You know my fantasy is to be gangbanged."

"A gangbang? Really? That's interesting, Irene. Not many women enjoy pulling a train, I mean, having multiple sex partners, one after another," said Doctor John. "So long as it's okay with your husband, then--"

"Even though she'd be in a frenzy of sexual excitement, even though she'd love to be gangbanged, it's not okay with me, her husband, for her to be fucking and sucking a bunch of men," said Tom.

"Okay, let's focus and get back on topic by getting back to nature, then," said Doctor John. "Shall we?"

"I love nature, still do," said Tom. "Unfortunately, with our jobs, raising the children, and taking care of the house, we don't even go for walks anymore," said Tom obviously oblivious to his wife's sexual desires and needs and ignoring all that Irene had just confessed about in wanting and needing to have her sexual fantasy, forced sex and/or a gangbang, while being tied to a tree.

"Perfect," said Doctor John. "I think I see the problem. This is my prescription for you both," said the doctor, while writing a note for each one of them. "Give these notes to your employers and tell him or her that it's the doctor's orders that you take tomorrow off from work."

"Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?" Tom looked at the doctor.

"Yeah, why tomorrow?" Irene looked at the doctor.

"As it so happens, tomorrow is not only your tenth anniversary but also Earth Day, the day we all take to appreciate the goodness of the Earth and experience nature, while trying to preserve the beauty of it, of course. A walk through the woods is exactly the medicine you need and just what this doctor is ordering you to do," said Doctor John.

"I don't understand. What do you mean?" Tom looked at the doctor.

"While bonding with nature and thinking about the Earth and Earth Day, recapture that special moment that you once had, before you were married, and when you first started dating. Go back and return to the first time you met. Recreate that moment. Only, don't act like the perfect gentlemen, this time, Tom. Act more like those men you watch on your computer. Act like the perverted cad. Strip Irene naked and then fuck her, really pound her pussy against the tree. Then, when you're done fucking her like a dog, force her to blow you."

"I don't understand. What do you mean?" Irene looked at the doctor.

"I couldn't be any clearer, Irene," said Doctor John with a nervous laugh, while staring at Irene, as if he was having a sexual fantasy of fucking her and really pounding her pussy against the tree. "You need to find that dream and experience your sexual fantasy, Irene. Once Tom sexually satisfies you, once he gives you your orgasm and, hopefully, many more, you'll perceive your husband in a different way," he said still looking at Irene with lust.

"You need to give Irene her fantasy, Tom," said Doctor John.

"Irene," said Doctor John, "you need to release all your tension and forgiveness by experiencing your sexual fantasy."

"But doctor--," said Tom.

"But doctor--," said Irene.

"I'm sorry, but our time is up for today. I'll see you the same time next week and you can tell me all about your Earth Day adventure that you had in the woods."

"Okay," said Tom.

"Okay," said Irene.

The couple left the doctor's office and sat quietly during their drive home. Irene was the first to break the silence.

"Do you think he believed us?"

"Are you kidding me? Oh, yeah," said Tom. "I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head, every time you crossed your legs and flashed him your panties." Tom looked at his wife. "Do you think he's interested?"

"Interested? He had an erection the entire hour, especially after I ripped open my blouse," said Irene with a laugh. "Then, with you divulging that I had a secret crush on him, well, that's all he needed to hear," she said with a sexy laugh.

"So, how does this play out? What do we do now?" Tom looked at his wife.

"We do what we've been doing every year for the past ten years to celebrate our anniversary and Earth Day. We follow the doctor's orders and return to nature," she said with a conniving look and a sexy laugh, while holding up the doctor's note.

So, after Tom and Irene were excused from their jobs for the day, the next day, Earth Day with the specialness of the holiday and the splendor of nature to ignite them, they returned to the woods where they not only first met but also where they used to go for walks, after they met. She was excited that she was going to experience her sexual fantasy, again. About a mile into the forest, as if it was intimately meant to be, Irene spotted the exact tree where Tom first saw her tied naked and helpless.

"I have no idea where I am," said Tom. "All these trees look the same to me and with the vegetation growing higher every year, I'm lost. I can't believe you always manage to find your tree."

"This is it," said Irene. "This is the tree. I remember it," she said giving the hard, wooden tree a hug, as if it was a giant dildo. "Hello, beautiful tree," she said kissing it, while hugging it.

"If this is what we must do to reconnect," said Tom with a laugh, "let's get started, then."

Irene stripped out of her clothes and Tom got the ropes out of his knapsack. With Irene facing forward, he tied his wife's arms around the tree behind her. Then, he blindfolded her and Irene stopped him, before he put the gag in her mouth.

"We're going to need another man," said Irene.

"Another man? What do you mean another man?" Tom looked at his wife and gave her a wink.

"If we're going to reenact you rescuing me, we need another man."

"You're right. I forgot about that part," said Tom with a coy laugh. "Only," he said looking around. "Where O Where can we find another man? There's not another soul here. Besides, Irene, I don't want another man seeing you naked," he said with another laugh and a wink.

"That's okay, Tom. I put in a call to Doctor John and I faxed him a map how to get here," said Irene.
"You did?"

All part of their sexy game, Tom acted surprised that Irene called Doctor John. They had been doing this for ten years with ten different marriage counselors. The good thing about marriage counselor is, unlike lawyers, they don't blab about having sex with their patients.

"Here he comes now."

"Hi, Doctor John," said Irene. "Please forgive my appearance. I'm naked."

"That's okay," said Doctor John holding up his hand and nodding, while staring at Irene's naked body. "I'm a doctor, not a medical doctor, of course, but I have a Ph. D. in psychology and that should suffice for what we are doing here or about to do here today." Doctor John looked from her to Tom. "So, what are we doing now?"

"We're taking your advice, Doctor John," said Irene, "but we need your help in reenacting how we first met."

"I'd be happy to help," said Doctor John. "It's my professional duty as a therapist and as a marriage counselor to aid my patients in any way that I can."

"Oh, darn. Would you be a dear, Tom and go back out to the car? I forgot my gel," said Irene.

"The car is a mile there and a mile back."

"I need it Tommy. Please," she said batting her eyelashes and smiling.

"Oh, okay," he said walking towards the car.

"Don't worry, we'll be right here waiting for you to return," said Irene. Being tied to the tree, Irene was unable to see her husband leave. "Can you see him?"

"He's gone," said doctor John.

"Good," said Irene. "I figure we have an least an hour. He'll get lost on the way to the car and lost on the way back. He has no sense of direction. He has no idea where the Hell he is. Hurry up, strip out of your clothes, John, and fuck me."

"Fuck you? I can't do that, Irene. I'm your therapist, your marriage counselor and as your marriage counselor, I can't have sex with my--"

"You're fired, Doctor John. Now, strip and fuck me."

"It will be my pleasure, Irene. Happy Earth Day," said doctor John

"Happy Earth Day, John. This is the best prescription I ever had."

"And this is the best prescription I ever prescribed, not that I'm allowed to prescribe anything being that I'm not a medical doctor," he said with a laugh. "Obviously your husband doesn't know that."

Quickly Doctor John stripped out of his clothes. While Irene was still tied to the tree, he caressed her big breasts, sucked her nipples, and fingered and licked her pussy, he was all over her naked body. Then, he entered her and really started fucking her, slamming his body deep inside her and her body against the tree."

"Harder, John. Fuck me harder. Reach around behind me and slap my ass, too. I like that. Spanking gets me hot. Oh, yeah, that's it. Now twist and pull my nipples, bite them, but not too hard. Now fuck me, fuck me harder. Yeah, that's it, bury your cock deep inside me. Hump me, John, really hump me. Hump me harder. Really hump me. Fuck me, John. Fuck me. Oh, yeah, that's it. That's it. Don't stop. Harder. Faster. Don't stop. I can feel myself getting ready to cum."

"I had no idea you were so vocal, Irene. I love all the dirty talk," said Doctor John, humping her and really fucking her, after he spanked her, pulled, twisted, and bit her nipples. How's that?"

"Great, I love it, John. You're giving me just what I need."

"You have an amazing body, Irene. I love kissing you," he said burying his tongue in her mouth, until Irene pulled away. "You are so very beautiful that I--"

"John?"

"What is it Irene? I'm about to cum," said Doctor John.

"Tom is back."

"He is? Oh, shit. Where is he?"

"He's standing right behind you?"

"He is? Oh, shit," said John holding onto Irene with his cock still buried in her pussy. "He's not about to hurt me, is he?"

"I don't think so," said Irene.

"What's he doing?"

"He's masturbating, while watching us."

"Happy anniversary, Tom," said Irene with a big smile.

"Happy anniversary, Irene," said Tom returning her big smile with his.

"Happy Earth Day," shouted Irene as she exploded with an orgasm.

"Happy Earth Day," shouted Doctor John, as he exploded in Irene.

"Happy Earth Day," shouted Tom, as he exploded in his hand.

Every weekend, Tom, Irene, and Doctor John returned to the forest. Irene gave Doctor John what he wanted and Doctor John gave Irene her fantasy, while Tom experienced his.

"Now that we have the Doctor this year," said Irene to her husband, "who else can we get to play next year?"

"Well, being that Earth Day comes around the same time as Easter weekend, and being that we're running out of therapists and marriage counselors, let's tell our sad story to Father O'Malley and ask him for his spiritual advice."

"Good idea, Tom. I always had a crush on Father O'Malley."

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