I then stripped my medical clothes off and spreaded on the edge of the bed faced upwards in a missionary-like position. I wanted to begin these meetings in a formal manner so I got in a position where Mr. Nunan’s dick could efficiently slide inside of me without the need of a close personal touch. So, George took his clothes off, went to the edge of the bed, grabbed my leg for support, and pushed his bare penis inside of me standing up. His cock was big for an older man, and it felt very pleasurable, but I did not want to moan or give a hint of an orgasm in front of his wife during the first session. I wanted to loosen up Mrs. Nunan so she wouldn’t feel left out or awkward during the meetings. After his first push in, George moaned softly and began to rub my spread open ankles while thrusting. His thrusts were slow and rough, almost like he’s been waiting his whole life to do this. I pulled him in closer with my arms so that he could get inside of me deeper. I could feel my pussy pulsing on his dick and my juices running. I was a bit warmer inside due to his broken-down prescription and sexual enhancements. About 4 minutes of him thrusting he began to go faster, and I could tell he was close to cumming. I had to reassure him however that the therapy needed to be at least 10 minutes and he needed to last longer than that. A couple more minutes later I was close to orgasming and so was he. He began moaning louder and gripping my legs even tighter. He thrusted once more and said that he couldn’t hold it. I tried to get him to slow down but I could tell he just couldn’t hack it, so I said it was okay just for the first meeting to cum a minute earlier than needed. And with that he expressed a very long moan and held inside of me while he ejaculated. I could see across the room that his wife looked very discomforted and sort of embarrassed. I guess the sight of his husband relishing in someone else made her feel bad.
After he came inside of me I put my legs down and cleaned up the room. On the way out I had a talk with Amy Nunan about her discomfort. She said that she was ‘fine’ and whatever her husband needed to do to get better was necessary, it was just awkward that the solution had to be sex with someone else rather than her. I assured her this was very normal in married couples that receive treatment at our establishment and that it didn’t have to be awkward. She could pleasure herself at any time during the session, I could even give her oral stimulation after the session to make her cum too. But she declined and they eventually left.
During the next meeting I started the same way as I did before. We went to the room and got undressed. George was even more excited before, and I could see the outline of his dick through his pants. Amy was again, a little embarrassed. ‘Would you like some type of stimulation yourself Mrs. Nunan?’ I asked her. She was a little stubborn and replied to no. Just like before I persuaded her to masturbate while we had sex, or even take her clothes off and join us, but she just said she would watch. So I laid back again on the medical bed just like before, with my legs up and spread in the leg holders. George rubbed up and down my lower stomach and began to push in his penis. He was a sweetheart and I could tell he was reeling over the sex, and I loved that, but his it was obvious his wife didn’t. He began slow for the first couple of minutes and then accelerated. It was hard not to make a sound because he was hitting all my right spots and making me so wet, but still, I didn’t. He rubbed up and down my legs and then asked if he could touch my breasts. I of course said yes as that would help stimulate him, and he proceeded to grip them tightly. He played with my nipples and even kissed my ankles that were in the leg holder. I could tell he was on the verge of cumming and told him to slow down. He pulled his dick out to take a sort-of break and then put it back inside of me. He moaned softly and I did too. However, towards the back of the room I saw Amy Nunan get up and call to my attention. ‘Umm excuse me, you said I could touch myself, right?’ to which I replied of course and take your clothes off if you want too as well. While George thrusted inside of me, off in his own world of euphoria, Amy unbuckled her jeans, doused her fingers with saliva, and slid her fingers in her pants. She was a bit more out of her shell now and began to receive pleasure from watching her husband have sex with someone else. The outline of her hand in her pants began to move in a circle like she was massaging her clit. While she didn’t take off her clothes, she did move her other hand up her shirt and fondled her breasts. Right when she did that, George let out a loud groan and thrusted his penis as deep as he could. When he ejaculated, I orgasmed and let out a couple of moans as well. When George finished draining himself inside of me, we got up and took a look at what Amy was doing. She stopped masturbating herself and took her hands out of her pants – or presuming her vagina. She buckled back up and got ready to leave. ‘You didn’t look like you finished, your husband could finish you off if you want’, to which she replied no thanks and left the room. It was obvious she was still really embarrassed, and I had to do something so our future meeting could be more comforting to her.