by Bebe Balocca
She gave Gene a forlorn look and started her tale of woe. “Gene just doesn’t seem to want me anymore,” she began. She described working for his affections—keeping her body in shape, paying attention to the latest styles, having beauty treatments done regularly. She cleaned their home thoroughly and decorated it beautifully. All she expected was some romance from her husband. Were some flowers and moonlight dancing too much to ask for?
Gene simply shook his head when it was his turn to speak. When pressed, he said, “Look, I came here because Danielle asked me to. She’s everything to me. I tell her that I love her and appreciate her, but it’s not enough for her. I don’t know how to make her happy.” He looked down at his knees. “Maybe I can’t.”
“Okay, guys, I’d like to you try something,” Damien interjected. Gene and Danielle nodded eagerly. “Gene, I want you to be Danielle. Danielle, you’re Gene. Let’s hear a conversation about Danielle not getting what she wants.” After a few moments of hemming and hawing, Gene threw himself into the game. He was a natural. Chloe smiled at the burly plumber’s ultra-feminine portrayal of Danielle.
“Honey,” Gene simpered in a high voice. “Look here, I made you a fancy dinner. It took me all day long! I made some weird French beef dish and got some wine, too. I even put candles on the dining room table.”
“Huh,” Danielle grunted heavily. Chloe suppressed a chuckle at the pig-like sound coming from the dainty, dolled-up lady. “You know I don’t like stuff from France, and I want to watch the game, woman!”
“But honey,” Gene whined, “it’s so romantic! The candlelight looks so pretty with the crystal.” He made a sad puppy-dog face and batted his eyelashes. “Didn’t you even notice that I put on all new makeup and got my hair done today?”
Danielle threw her hands in the air, visibly enjoying herself. “Makeup, schmakeup. You look prettier without it. I’d rather just eat a greasy old pizza in front of the TV.” Danielle, fully committed to her role, choked down some air and managed a tiny, feminine burrrrp. She thumped her fist on her chest. “Where’s the beer?”
Chloe burst out laughing. “That’s awesome, Danielle!” She high-fived Danielle and elicited a giggling fit from her. Even Gene chuckled to see the two women laughing.
“You know what, Danielle?” Chloe asked her as she wiped tears of merriment from her eyes. “I hear you. You’re married to a guy who’d rather eat junk food and watch football than eat your fine cuisine by candlelight. And Gene”—she turned to him—“I can see that you really love Danielle, or else you wouldn’t be here, right? But you love her just as much, if not more, in a T-shirt and cut-offs than in a tricked-out get-up like this.”
Gene nodded in agreement.
“Danielle, do you want to be married to yourself?” Chloe asked. Danielle wrinkled her nose in confusion. “Well, do you want to be married to a dude who cares about interior decorating, facials and trendy cosmetics, or do you want to be married to the manly guy sitting next to you?”
“That’s a silly question,” Danielle cooed. She reached over and planted a kiss on Gene’s lips. “I want no one but my old meanie Genie here.”
Damien’s eyebrows lifted at the term ‘meanie Genie’, but he gestured for Chloe to continue.
“Do you guys use the calendars on your phones?” Chloe asked.
“Oh, sure,” Gene answered, pulling his phone from his back pocket. “That’s how I keep track of when I have to take her out to dinner.”
Danielle rolled her eyes and pulled her own phone from her purse to show Chloe.
“I want you to add an event to March fourteenth of this year. It’s an important holiday, and I’d like you both to celebrate it every single year.”
Gene and Danielle tapped away on their phones and looked up expectantly at Chloe. “March fourteenth is Steak and a BJ Day.”
Danielle’s jaw dropped. Gene guffawed and clapped her on the shoulder.
“It’s only fair,” Chloe continued. “February fourteenth is Valentine’s Day. Men get to show their significant others how much they love them with roses, wine and a nice dinner, maybe even some jewellery. March fourteenth is a newer holiday, but it’s just as important. Women get to show their men how much they love them by giving them a couple of their favourite things.”
“Steak and a blow job.” Gene nodded sagely. “Brilliant.”
“Well, in your case, pizza and a blow job,” Danielle snickered. Chloe noted with approval that they both added the date to their calendars.
“The take-home lesson here,” Chloe went on, “is that what Gene wants is just as important as what Danielle wants. If Gene prefers pizza and beer and television, that’s perfectly okay half of the time. If Danielle wants to cook fancy food and sit at the table, that’s permissible half of the time, too.”
Damien nodded. “Chloe is absolutely right, guys. Danielle, I think you might actually enjoy having some pressure taken off you. You seem like you put lots of energy into creating elegant and labour-intensive meals. I’d like you to turn it over to Gene every other day. Don’t do a single thing. If Gene wants to pick up takeout food, that’s great. If he wants to boil spaghetti and pour a jar of sauce over it, that’s fine, too. If he wants to eat a sack of potato chips on the couch next to you, go with it. Just relax and appreciate it, Danielle, and know that your turn comes the next day.”
“And Gene”—Chloe turned to him—“you’ll need to put up with Danielle’s fine food every other day. Sit in the dining room and turn the TV off. Compliment the candles and the wine. Appreciate the effort she put into each dish. Maybe even bring some flowers for the table, you know?”
“I think this is a great start,” said Damien. “Gene, since Danielle’s done all the cooking until now, why don’t you make dinner tomorrow? Then, on Monday, it’s back to Danielle. I’d like you to alternate dinnertime preparation for an entire week and then come back next Saturday at the same time to discuss how it went. We’ll see then what else we should address in your relationship. For instance, Danielle, it might be a good idea for you to branch out a bit and do some activities unrelated to Gene.”
Danielle and Gene agreed to the plan and shook hands with Damien and Chloe.
Damien walked Danielle and Gene to the bar and asked Rachel to serve them their favourite beverages, then returned to his office. Chloe waited for him with a stomach full of nervous butterflies.
“That went well,” he told her. “You’re a natural, Chloe. I knew you would be.”
“Thanks, Boss,” Chloe answered. She walked to the door and locked it. When she turned, Damien was right behind her, trapping her in his embrace.
Chapter Ten
“Locking the door is a terrific idea,” he growled, pressing her against the door with his body. “I thought you might enjoy a repeat of yesterday afternoon.” He ran his hand down her hip and lifted her skirt to mid-thigh. Chloe purred in pleasure when he raised her knee up to his waist and pinned her tightly in place with his erection.
She writhed her hips and ground against his stiffness, relishing the contagious tingles that his own excitement brought out in her. Damien pressed his lips against her neck and sucked lightly. Chloe wondered briefly if he’d give her a hickey, but decided that the bliss she was feeling was worth the embarrassment of a visible love-bite. She felt his hands slide under her raised leg and cup her ass, then slowly work their way to her panties. Or, more precisely, where her panties would have been had she been wearing any.
“Oh, God,” Damien groaned, “you were going commando this whole time? I’m glad I didn’t know. I’d never have made it through that session with Gene and Danielle.” He slid a finger inside her tight slickness.
“I took them off when you took Gene and Danielle to the bar,” Chloe confessed, tilting her hips into his cupped palm. She caressed the side of his face and kissed him deeply. His mouth was wonderfully soft and inviting. She stroked her tongue against his and urged his hand to fuck her more deeply. “I wonder if this is what I feel like
when you go down on me,” she whispered, licking the rim of his lips.
Damien groaned in torment. “I think I need a reminder,” he forced out. He started to kneel in front of her, but Chloe caught him by the shoulders.
“I can feel how hard you are,” she protested, “and I’d love to have it inside me, Damien. Won’t you give me that?”
“I’m sorry, Chloe,” Damien said roughly. “I just can’t.” He dropped to his knees and spread her thighs apart with his palms. “I can give you this, though,” he murmured.
Chloe stroked his hair and leant back against the door with a soft sigh. His tongue was velvety and thick as he teased it between the folds of her skin. Divine. Chloe cried out when he placed one fingertip at her entrance and held it there, tantalisingly static. She felt his lips, ringed by a hint of bristly stubble, graze over her clit.
“It’s good,” Chloe stated, “but I want more, Damien. Sorry.” She hooked her hands under his arms and pulled him to his feet. Damien looked stunned and more than a little pissed off. He wiped slick dampness from his mouth and chin with the cuff of his shirt and glared at her.
“Remember our session with Gene and Danielle?” she asked. “We’re going to take turns. It’s only fair. You got to go down on me yesterday, and today I get to go down on you.”
“I said no, Chloe,” Damien protested. He shoved two fingers roughly inside Chloe’s cunt, withdrew them, then shoved them back, harder. “I meant it.”
Chloe’s pussy melted into his aggressive finger-fucking and she was sorely tempted to let him have his way once more. Was it so bad, after all, having a man who only wanted to perform for her pleasure and to receive none of his own? Chloe leaned against the hard door and lost herself to sweet moments of his thick digits sliding inside her. Damien’s jaw clenched furiously and his pectoral muscles bulged under his shirt. Chloe wanted to take off his shirt and stroke his warm skin, and run her tongue down the leathery-soft bristle of his neck. She wanted to watch him succumb to a nose-to-toes orgasm at her hands, damn it. It wasn’t good enough to let him have all the fun.
“I want to give you some pleasure, too, Damien,” she insisted. “It’s not going to work for me if I can’t. I’m learning from you about helping people get over their sexual hang-ups, and Damien, you’ve got a big one. We’re going to work through it if it kills us.”
She removed his hand from between her legs and brought it to her mouth. Closing her eyes, she drew his fingers between her lips. Stealing a peek at Damien as she sucked, Chloe found all the encouragement she needed to continue. His pupils were so dilated that only the thinnest trace of blue remained in his eyes. She bit his knuckle lightly while unzipping his trousers, then guided his fingertips into her mouth again. “I’m going to do this, Damien,” she stated. She eased her hand inside his unzipped pants. “Trust me. I have a plan.”
Softly stroking his thickened shaft, Chloe sucked her own juices off his wet fingers with slow deliberation. Damien’s breathing grew faster. He reached inside her blazer and found one stiffened nipple beneath her bra.
“Come on, Chloe,” he said impatiently, giving her nipple a hard twist. “I really, really, want to taste you again.”
Chloe gasped in pain. She let go of his erection and unbuttoned her blazer. After tossing it to the floor, she unhooked her bra and slid free from it. Her offended peak was reddened and stiff, and pointed straight at him.
She lifted his hands to her breasts. “Go ahead and pinch,” she told him. “If you’ll recall, I like the sensation.” Manipulating Damien’s fingers with her own, she tugged and rolled her nipples savagely. “And, like I said before, it’s my turn. You’re going to learn to let me touch you.” She yanked his trousers and boxers down brusquely and tossed them aside, led him to his office chair, and shoved him down into it. Slipping off her orange pencil skirt and silver belt, she stood before him nude in her baby blue stilettos. Damien scowled, but the cheerfully stout cock springing up from his lap softened his surly demeanour. A wicked grin played on Chloe’s lips. “I’m giving you a long-needed therapy treatment,” she told him, “so relax and go with it. After all, I’m a professional.”
Chloe grabbed her skinny silver belt and whipped it around Damien’s ankle.
“What the hell, Chloe!” he protested and yanked his leg away from the chair.
“Look, Damien,” Chloe stated. “It’s not like I can overpower you, and it’s not like I’m some kind of expert at tying people up. You’re not going to be hog-tied to the point that you can’t get free. I want you to feel some bonds around you, though, so you’ll be reminded to sit back and let me do my thing.” She shot him a sharp look. “Also, this is my favourite belt, so don’t ruin it, okay?”
Damien sighed and leant back into the chair. He spoke softly as she bound one of his calves to the chair with her belt and the other with the belt from his trousers. “It’s impossible for me, Chloe,” he explained. “I failed as a husband, but I can succeed as a therapist. I can’t be happy in a relationship, but I can make other people happy in theirs.”
Chloe eased the knot from his necktie and walked behind his chair to secure his wrists. “You can have both,” she told him. “You can, and you will, if I have to tie you up to prove it. You’d think, after all this time doing what you do, that you’d know that everybody screws up. Everybody does stupid, hurtful things, but we just have to learn from them and try harder going forward. We don’t get to just throw in the towel.”
She grabbed three pillows from the sofa and arranged them on the floor in front of him, then rummaged through her handbag and lifted out a pink silicone object.
“I mentioned that Monica gave me a vibrator, right? Turns out that I could get it to work for me after all. Last night I started thinking about you.” She lifted her leg up on the coffee table in front of him and pressed a button on the vibrator. The realistically shaped toy hummed to life. “I got really turned on, thinking about how you pushed your tongue all the way inside me, and then I remembered I had this.”
Damien looked frozen in a state of apoplectic lust. His erection jutted from his crotch like a flagpole.
“Damn, you look as delectable as an Italian cream cake, all set out for me to gobble up.”
Damien glanced from one immobilised knee to the other and coloured slightly.
“I hope you don’t mind if I play with myself while I suck on you,” she whispered and nudged the tip of the vibrator against the ruffled, damp edges of her cunt.
Damien swallowed. He wriggled slightly in his seat and the tip of his cock bounced like a metronome.
“I spent a lot of time thinking about taking you in my mouth last night, too.” She pushed the pink shaft inside her until several inches disappeared. Nubs on its sides tantalised her sensitive skin. Closing her eyes, she smiled and moved her hips. “That’s nice,” she murmured, pulling the toy out and sliding it slowly back in.
Damien stared, glued to his seat, as Chloe positioned herself carefully between his knees. She placed each knee on a pillow, then straddled the centre pillow so that the base of the silicone cock was supported. “See, Damien,” she assured him, “this feels fabulous on my end, too.” It took a few moments of wiggling about, but shortly Chloe was poised to take his erection in her mouth while fucking the pillow-propped vibrator. Perfect.
“You’ve given this some thought,” Damien noted as she placed her hands around the base of his shaft.
“Mm-hmm,” Chloe agreed. She twirled her tongue over the head of his cock and pushed it into her mouth. She worked her hands over his length as she sucked on the rounded tip, salivating and humming contentedly. She pulled it out briefly to add, “This is what I was planning last night, all by myself in my bed.” She ground her hips against the pillow to force the humming toy deeper inside. With her left hand, Chloe gripped the base of his cock and fed it in between her lips.
Damien sank back into his seat. “I feel like I should be doing something,” he offered lamely. “I feel like you’
re working too hard.” The muscles of his abdomen bunched as he spoke. “I don’t think it’s worth it.” He dropped his head to his chest. “I don’t think I’m worth it.”
Chloe laughed. The constriction of her throat gripped the tip of his engorged penis and brought a groan from Damien. She pulled him from her lips, sucking hard to give the motion a rough friction, and wrapped her hand tightly around his thickness as she answered. “That’s just the problem,” she told him. “You want to help everybody else, me most of all, have these great sex lives. You want to support and assist selflessly, and that’s terrific, but it has to be fair. You have to let other people help you some, too. Let me help you feel good, okay? I promise I’m enjoying myself. Just relax and sit still.”
Chloe lifted her ass up off the cushion so that she was in a kneeling position, with her knees spread apart on the outer pillows. She gripped his glistening erection in her left hand and rubbed it against her stiffened nipples, first one, then the other. Damien reached for her, but succeeded in no more than a quick shoulder lunge towards her before his bonds held him still. Chloe looked up at him and smiled in understanding. “Let me do this, okay?” she asked.
With her right hand, she worked the vibrator in and out of her cunt, and with her left she shook his cock so that its weeping tip rubbed against the hardened peaks of her breasts. She pushed the toy deep inside her pussy and wiggled the base in tight circles with her fingers. “Oh, yeah,” she whimpered. “Monica has great taste in accessories.”
Chloe lowered herself back onto the pillows and spread her knees wide to keep the toy buried inside her. Her hips bucked convulsively. “I’m gonna come soon,” she whispered, “just so you know. Having your cock in my mouth and this thing in my pussy is about to push me over the edge. It sure would taste good if you had some candy to give me right now.”
“Candy?” Damien asked, baffled. “More truffles? I might have some…”
“Nuh-uh.” Chloe grinned wickedly. “I don’t want any chocolate. Not today. I want to taste some of your candy.” Damien choked out a cry when she swallowed him again. She salivated as she sucked, taking him far into the back of her throat and swallowing.