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Eros Transport
by Hardy (cranium82@comcast.net)

***

Busy couple with decreasing sexual desires enlist help 
of a therapist recommended by a friend. Therapy takes 
an interesting twist as the couple becomes involved in 
an unusual therapeutic experience. Unexpected 
consequences ensue. (MMF, reluc, voy, mc, preg)

***

How did we ever get to this point? How did we ever get 
to the point where I was offering my wife to another 
man? It was a progressive thing. We did not know where 
we were headed; it was incremental as we were slowly 
swept up into an erotic adventure.

Amy and I were married for seven years, and in the 
first bloom of marriage our sex life was very 
satisfying-we had sex frequently and we freely 
experimented in our bedroom. But gradually the demands 
of our jobs (we both worked) and our financial 
considerations, and our concerns about the expensive 
mortgage we had undertaken were taking a toll on our 
love life. We were either too tired or too worried, so 
sex became secondary and most often on the week-ends, 
and sometimes that was perfunctory. We realized this 
and talked about it, but it became apparent that 
talking about it was not accomplishing anything.

It wasn't that Amy was unattractive-she was beautiful, 
and she dressed in a way that always brought out her 
best assets, turning many heads, both male and female. 
She was tall with an attractive face framed by auburn 
hair. She had good shoulders, firm breasts, a slim 
waist which flowed into beautiful rounded hips and ass. 
All this above a pair of outstanding legs; in a word 
she was gorgeous.

After we had been married three years we discussed 
whether we wanted children. Up to that point Amy was 
using birth control pills. We decided that we wished to 
pursue our careers and we didn't want children in the 
picture. So that she wouldn't be taking birth control 
pills forever, and risking complications, we decided 
that I would have a vasectomy, so I went ahead with 
that. About two or three years later we had regrets, 
thinking that we should have gone ahead and had one or 
two children.

But back to the story. Amy had a good friend and I know 
that they confided a lot and I wasn't surprised that 
she discussed our decreased sexual activity. I would 
never have thought of talking to any of my male friends 
about our personal life, but women seem to bond more, 
and they are more inclined to discuss intimate aspects 
of each others lives. It seemed that her friend Terri 
had a suggestion. She said that she knew of a counselor 
or therapist whose specific area of expertise was 
helping couples with our type of problem. Amy was 
interested and asked for more details. 

Terri said this man, Michael, worked from his home and 
he met with couples there. According to Terri he used a 
variety of modalities, including music, and especially 
pictures projected of a wall. But he also talked to the 
couple, learning the specifics of their problems and 
discussed methods they might use to improve this area 
of their life. She added that he worked with only one 
couple at a time and she also provided his name and 
address which she said was not published in the phone 
book.

After some discussion we agreed to try it, and we set 
up an interview appointment. Michael was attractive and 
quite personable, and Amy later said she thought he had 
a rugged sort of handsomeness which appealed to her. I 
told her not to get any ideas.

He discussed his treatment protocol, much of which we 
knew from Amy's discussion with Terri. First of all he 
required a history of our marital/sexual difficulties. 
He had a way of putting us at ease before we delved 
into our personal life; but finally he understood that 
we had gone from an active sexual life to one where sex 
didn't play a large part anymore, and he also noted 
that our busy jobs that often required some work at 
home was a deterrent to sexually enjoying each other as 
we once did.

He went on to explain that he worked in a controlled 
environment, consisting of images, film clips, mood 
music, lighting control, suggestions. He said that once 
he got to understand us better he would be in a 
position to tailor his therapy, and that was the 
nucleus of his treatment. He stated that one of the 
most important things we needed to do was schedule time 
to be together without the deterrent of work concerns. 
We were impressed and decided to proceed, so the first 
appointment was scheduled.

When we arrived for our first appointment he had us 
recline on a futon with pillows. He provided a control 
to each of us, and we had a button to push if the 
experience was positive, and also a button to push if 
the visuals were negative. By having us to respond to 
stimuli, either visual or auditory, he would be able to 
develop a profile. On one wall was a phrase that said 
"Transportation to Eros." I think that is what we were 
supposed to accomplish.

He provided wine and relaxing music till we were 
comfortable with our environment. He had screens on 
which he could display film clips or still pictures, 
and we would register our responses. He began with some 
still pictures illustrating heterosexual activity; 
attractive couples in various sexual activities. Mostly 
our responses here were quite positive. He also 
displayed inter-racial couples, and it seemed we both 
had positive responses. We both responded negatively to 
lesbian and homosexual activities.

From there we went on to film clips depicting couples 
having sex, and in a variety of positions. As the 
evening progressed and we were near the end of the 
first session we both became excited. But by the time 
we got home we had lost quite a bit of the arousal we 
experienced at Michael's clinic. We did perform, but we 
lacked spontaneity. The same thing occurred after the 
next session. He explained that this wasn't unusual.

He said that some couples wanted to have sex when they 
were aroused, and he said it was definitely permitted. 
He would be in an adjacent room, and we had another 
button to press if we wished to speak to him or had any 
requests. I sensed that Amy was attracted to him, and 
when I challenged her on it, she said that she was 
attracted to him, that she couldn't help relating to 
him. 

Things changed on the next visit: he had a good idea 
which visuals were the most arousing and he used these 
images and film clips freely. We were so excited that 
night that we stripped and had sex on the futon. The 
sex was rapid and brief-we didn't know if he was 
watching, but it didn't matter as we were totally 
involved. It turned out that he did observe our 
coupling, but he said it was important for him to see 
how we responded; and could therefore make some 
suggestions to help us.

That night Amy told me it was much more exiting knowing 
he was watching. He suggested that we take more time 
when we made love, slow down and caress each other 
more. We became comfortable with his presence, and 
welcomed his suggestions. However, we still didn't 
achieve a high level of arousal, but I knew that Amy 
was more aroused when he was close, and with his 
direction I was also.

As sessions continued, I would fantasize about seeing 
her having sex with Michael. I finally told her about 
my feelings, and she admitted that she was aroused, 
wondering what it would be like if he was doing it to 
her. We doubted that his therapy extended that far, 
extended to where he would actively participate, but 
his presence when we had sex provided a higher level of 
arousal, but did we want to push this to a new level by 
including him? We could always feel his presence even 
if we didn't see him.

We continued to have wine in our sessions, and now the 
sex scenes and film clips became even more specific and 
arousing as he discovered our interests. Coupled with 
the sensuous music, the wine and the visual stimuli we 
were becoming more excited. Finally things changed with 
the very sensuous and erotic coupling on the screen. 

On this night we were both caught up by the erotic 
display. I looked at Michael, and I said "Tansport her! 
Transport her to Eros! Transport her like the great 
invader!" 

"You wish transport?" and I said yes.

"Very well. Show me her breasts!" 

I raised her shoulders till she was sitting, and then 
unbuttoned and removed her blouse, unsnapped and 
removed her bra, her beautiful firm breasts exposed. 
She was trembling, flushed and aroused. She folded her 
arms over her breasts, but I pushed them down. 

"Do you still wish transport?" And again I said yes.

"Very well." Remove her skirt and show me her vagina." 
I pressed her shoulders down, then unbuttoned and 
unzipped her skirt, pulling the skirt down and off. I 
hesitated till he said again "show me her vagina." I 
pulled her sheer lacy slip up, and she lifted her hips 
so that I could bunch it at her waist. 

I was perspiring now as I gripped her sheer lacy 
panties, pulling them down as again she raised her 
hips. I moved them down over her naked upper thighs, 
past her beautiful stocking clad legs, exposing her 
pussy as I pulled her panties off. She was naked now 
except for her sheer stocking clad legs and garter 
belt, the slip bunched at her waist, her beautiful body 
revealed to him.

He gazed at her vagina, framed by bushy brown hair. She 
was still flushed and trembling as he gazed at her, 
gazed at this erotic display. "Do you still wish 
transport?" Looking at my beautiful wife as she gazed 
back at him I nodded my head.

"Very well! Place a pillow under her ass!" She lifted 
her hips again and grasping a pillow I placed it under 
her upturned ass. "Now spread her legs for me." Amy was 
unresisting when I pressed her legs open. "Now bend her 
knees up." I did that and now her cunt was presented to 
him, her labia pink and engorged.

"Is she ready for transport?"

I reached over her wide-stretched legs and moved my 
finger into her sex. She was more that moist-she was 
wet, and now her lips were gaping slightly. It was so 
erotic, her wide-spread legs opened to him, her bent 
knees tilting her vagina up to his gaze. She was 
moaning now as I said "she's ready."

"Very well; hand me her panties!" I did-this was 
symbolic, handing her panties to him signified that I 
was presenting her as a gift. Her mouth was open, her 
eyes glazed as she stared at him as he began to strip.

When he was finally naked we viewed his cock which was 
very impressive; not quite fully erect but still long 
and thick. Looking at her body displayed so erotically, 
he stroked himself till he was fully erect, his very 
large cock sticking straight out from his body.

"Do you wish to proceed?" I nodded my head again and he 
said "say it!"

I said "Yes! Mount her, transport her to Eros. Take 
her!"

He said "is she fertile?" And I said "I don't know." 
Then he said to Amy "are you fertile? And she said "I 
don't know-maybe, I'm not sure."

He knelt between her legs, staying that way as he 
viewed the prize awaiting his pleasure, waiting to 
receive this huge cock, the bulbous head purple and 
swollen. He moved onto her body, mounting her and 
directing his cock at the moist lips of her vagina. I 
lay by her side and she took my hand and she held it 
tightly, looking at me as he moved to take her. 

She groaned as she felt him begin to enter her, 
flinching as she felt herself opening to the pressure 
of his advancing cock, crying out as she felt her 
vagina beginning to stretch, giving a louder cry as the 
head of his cock entered her. He gradually advanced his 
cock further and further into her, her cunt stretched 
tightly around it as he filled her. As she was fully 
impaled, her body began jerking, her legs folding over 
his as her spasms began, her body shaking as she came.

I couldn't believe she had climaxed so soon. When her 
cries and spasms subsided he began slowly stroking into 
her. I watched as his cock, shiny with her juices, 
moved in and out of her, establishing a steady rhythm, 
taking plenty of time, fucking her steadily, Amy 
groaning, her body jerking each time he thrust into 
her.

It was unbelievable. I was aroused as I watched this 
man doing it to my wife-watching my own wife under this 
man, seeing her getting fucked so well by this stud, 
Amy crying out again and again as he ravished her. I 
was mesmerized as I viewed their coupling; as if it was 
someone else and not my own wife getting so thoroughly 
fucked. She was grunting now as he stroked powerfully 
into her widely stretched cunt, her moans and cries 
continuous, her arms holding his shoulders, her legs 
folded over his thighs.

She was on an erotic plateau, and she shrieked as she 
was overwhelmed by another orgasm, her body convulsing, 
and still this man continued thrusting into her. 
Finally he groaned, holding himself deeply into her as 
he pulsed and spurted into the depths of her vagina, 
filling her with his sperm. It was done, but he stayed 
in her till his cock softened, finally lifting off her 
body.

Her legs were splayed, their juices matting her pubic 
hair and her inner thighs. As I gazed upon my well-
fucked wife Michael said "mount her!" I quickly 
undressed, my cock still hard and moved between her 
open legs, pressing into her in one movement. I was so 
excited that I stroked only twice before erupting into 
her, my semen joining his except there was no sperm in 
mine.

My exhausted wife just lay there in an orgasmic bliss, 
finally stirring and I moved to assist her, helping her 
dress. Michael said "I'll leave you two now-you know 
the way out."

We left but didn't speak on the way home, each of us 
busy with our own thoughts, re-living the adventure. 
However we had a lot to say as we sat on the sofa, 
discussing the evening, talking about what we felt 
about the event.

I said "I can't believe we did that. I can't believe I 
asked another man to fuck you, and then stripped you 
for him. Then letting him do it to you, encouraging 
him, watching him put his cock into you, seeing him 
coming deep in your cunt. I never had any idea that I 
would be aroused watching a stranger servicing you, 
having his way with you."

"I know-it was pretty crazy, and it was so erotic. I 
never dreamed that we would have that outcome, you 
stripping me-presenting me to him to do as he wished, 
handing him my panties. We just got carried away. Until 
tonight you were the only man that ever did it to me, 
so now it seems you are a cuckold. I can't believe you 
were thrilled watching this man fucking me, and fucking 
me so thoroughly. I never felt so stretched and filled. 
And how did you feel when you saw him coming in me; I 
could feel him swelling and spurting his semen." 

"I couldn't help it-I was caught up in the scene and I 
almost came without touching myself."

We talked about whether we wanted to continue, and we 
decided to go for two or three more sessions, but it 
was with the agreement that if either one of us wished 
to stop we would. The next time we went Michael was 
more distant-we had sex with each other but not with a 
great deal of enthusiasm.

On our next visit he provided images that evoked a high 
level of arousal, and combined with the wine and the 
music we did succumb again. With Michael's direction I 
stripped off her blouse and bra, baring her breasts, 
then her skirt, now exposed in her lacy half-slip 
through which you could see her sheer panties, her 
stockings and garter belt. 

She was flushed, breathing rapidly when he told me to 
turn her onto her stomach. He ordered me to place her 
on her hands and knees and press her shoulders down. 
His next order was to pull her slip to her waist, then 
slide her panties down to her knees. Finally he had me 
spread her legs. 

She looked incredibly erotic displayed like this, her 
firm breasts hanging down, her beautiful rounded ass in 
the air, her moist lips slightly open, garter belt 
stretched tightly over her buttocks. He gazed at this 
erotic display, more arousing than if she was naked. 
Moaning softly she awaited him to fulfill her, to 
ravish her again.

Then he asked "is she fertile?"

We had begun keeping track of her periods and we were 
quite sure that she was ovulating at this time. I said 
"yes, she is fertile today."

"Then today I will enter her and make her pregnant." 

By the time he stripped he was fully erect, and he 
moved behind her, positioning himself, preparing to 
enter her. He moved the head of his cock up and down 
between her lips, moistening it, and then pressed 
forward opening her up as he began to enter her, my 
wife groaning with the pressure of his entry. She 
jerked and cried out as he penetrated her, holding her 
hips as he continued to advance his cock, gradually 
filling her stretched cunt, a hoarse cry from my wife 
as she was fully impaled again.

For a few moments he held himself fully in her, 
gradually moving, moving in her in long strokes as he 
held her hips. He said "this is the best position for 
you're wife's insemination." He now began thrusting 
into her more powerfully, her body moving to his 
thrusts, her breasts swaying. She was groaning 
continuously as her body received his punishing cock, 
her vagina stretched fully to accommodate his girth.

Still moving in her he said to me, "Do you wish her 
impregnated?" I said yes, caught up in this scene, 
watching his cock moving in and out of her, shiny with 
her juices. Amy turned to look at me when I said yes, 
her eyes wide and glassy

He now thrust faster as he asked her if she was ready 
for conception. She yelled "yes!" After several more 
strokes he pulled her fully onto his cock and said 
"now!" The swelling and spurting of his cock triggered 
a violent orgasm in Amy; she screamed as she was shaken 
with a powerful climax, her body convulsing as he 
emptied his cock into her defenseless cunt, his semen 
flowing into her cervix and into her uterus. He held 
his cock in her till it softened, and then withdrew, 
releasing Amy to fall flat on the bed, sobbing with the 
intensity of her release.

Michael left us and it took me some time to get my wife 
dressed-she was so weak from her orgasm, but finally I 
got her home, undressed and into bed. As we lay there 
we talked about the evening, discussing what happened 
and how we felt about it. I again became very aroused 
and moved to take her. I entered her still wet cunt, 
and with only a few strokes I erupted. 

We talked about how erotic and powerful these 
experiences were. We never knew we would be affected in 
such a way that I would encourage another man to have 
sex with her, and be thrilled watching him service her, 
and emptying himself in her. And Amy never knew she 
would respond as she did, becoming wildly excited as 
her own husband stripped her and prepared her for this 
stranger to enter her. She said the thought that he 
might get her pregnant just added to the erotic 
situation, and she just lost it when she felt him 
coming in her, filling her with his semen.

We didn't stop there-we went back to Michael again. He 
knew just the kind of erotic stimulation that got us 
most excited. He didn't have sex with Amy each time, 
but he did take her again, and with my approval. 
Watching him doing it to her I was incredibly aroused, 
taking her myself when he finished.

We were enjoying sex more often, but I know it was 
because we were fantasizing about the experiences that 
Michael had provided for us. We decided that we 
wouldn't go to him for any more therapy, but he called 
us one day saying he missed us, and would like to meet 
again. We agreed.

The evening we came over he ushered us into the living 
area of his home. He told me he was going to take her 
into the next room which was his bedroom, and I should 
wait here. I knew he wanted to have her, and when I 
agreed he took her arm leading her into the bedroom. 
She was hesitant, looking at me for approval, and when 
I nodded my head she went with him.

For a bit I heard only rustling; then I heard her cry 
out and I knew he had entered her. The bed was creaking 
and I heard her moaning, her moans getting louder till 
finally she shrieked and I knew she had come. Then I 
heard him groan as he was filling her with his semen. 
Finally she came out, looking disheveled.

On the way home she told me what he had done, how he 
had stripped her, how he caressed her, finally 
spreading and entering her. She said "I couldn't help 
moaning, he was thrusting so hard and finally I came as 
I felt him swelling and filling me with his sperm." 
When we got home I could hardly wait to get her into 
bed. She was still wet from their sex, and I entered 
her easily and again came with just a few thrusts. 

In a few days he called again, and again we agreed to 
go to his place, where the same scene was repeated once 
more. I listened to her loud moans as he fucked her so 
thoroughly, hearing her loud cries as she came. Michael 
asked her if she was pregnant yet and she said she had 
missed a period, and if she missed another one she 
would have a test. Michael said it was his intention to 
keep fucking her until she was pregnant. 

It turned out that she was pregnant. We informed 
Michael and told him we wouldn't be coming back again. 

Amy told me she had run into Terri again, and she asked 
how our therapy went. She said Terri was smiling at her 
and she blushed saying it went well and we were 
finished with treatment. Terri said, "He fucked you, 
didn't he, and probably several times?" Amy said, "How 
did you know?" Terri said "He fucks all the women he 
treats, usually till they are pregnant, and are you 
pregnant?" I admitted I was, and Terri said it would be 
our secret. 

I said "why didn't you tell me that he would probably 
screw me? You could have told me what he might do-what 
to expect. I can't believe you let me go ahead knowing 
that I might be fucked by him."

"I didn't want to spoil the fun. I suspected you would 
wind up under him, but I wasn't sure. I knew it would 
only be with your husband's co-operation. Quite a few 
husbands really get excited watching their wives 
getting serviced by him, watching his unprotected cock 
filling his compliant wife with sperm." 

As her abdomen increased in size we talked about our 
experience with Michael. We both agreed it was 
incredibly erotic. Amy again said she couldn't believe 
she had been so aroused by him, and I said I never 
believed that I would strip her for this man, and allow 
him to penetrate her and ravish her so thoroughly. We 
both learned something about ourselves, and I know we 
would long remember that therapeutic journey. 

END

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