Pithasthana Venkataraman glanced across the receptionist’s desk at the lone woman in the waiting room, wondering what her problem was. This was a Friday, the end of her second week on the job at Lilavati Hospital, and the overwhelming question she had, every day, with everyone who came in the office, was ‘What’s your problem?’
Pithasthana had just turned 21. She was a pretty girl, of mixed Tamil-Mallu background, who lived with her boyfriend in an apartment just outside of Malad. She had graduated from the local BA college a year ago, the modern version of secretarial school, and had ended up with a temp service as a secretary. This job looked to be her longest gig yet, and even had the possibility of turning into a full time job, but she generally wondered about the people coming in -‘What’s your problem?’
Dr. Vijendra Chaudhuri was a psychologist specializing in couples therapy and family counselling. It was a small office, with just himself and a secretary/receptionist. His regular receptionist had left on a maternity leave three weeks ago and was now due any day. The first secretary the temp agency had sent over had proved a rude and stupid disaster and had been sent packing at the end of the first week. Pithasthana was determined to do much better. If the regular secretary decided that motherhood was a better deal than working, which was a real possibility since her husband had a decent job, then Dr. Chaudhuri had told her he would probably keep her on. Her contract with the temp agency allowed her to go to work for him after twelve weeks, and the money he paid to the temp agency would go to her instead. It was a twelve-week contract; she had worked two and next week the office was closed because the doctor was going on vacation. Then it would be another ten weeks and she might be able to work full time directly for him.
The only downside so far was the people coming in the door. She wasn’t sure whether they were clients or patients or customers, but they seemed uniformly fucked up. Twice so far she had to play referee to a pair of battling spouses, and some of the children brought in for family counseling must have been raised by wolves! She had even asked the doctor about it one evening before going home.
“You really can make these people normal?”, she asked.
Dr. Chaudhuri had laughed at that. “Define normal!” He had chuckled as he sat on the edge of the desk in the lobby, tucking one leg under the other, and smiled. “Yes, sometimes we can help. Sometimes we can simply help people tolerate a situation better. And then there are the other times, when you can only try to keep a bad situation from getting worse.”
“I don’t understand.”
The therapist shrugged and made a wry face, acknowledging the uncertainty in the girl. “Well, the most important thing you need to understand is that I can’t really fix their problems. No psychologist or therapist can.” He smiled at her look of astonishment. “Nope, only they can fix what’s broken.”
“It’s like, well, like an addiction. You can’t make an addict change their behaviour, you can only point out to them the consequences and the costs, and a way to make things better. Like smoking – no matter what you tell a smoker about quitting, if they don’t want to quit, they won’t.”
Pithasthana nodded in understanding. Her father smoked over a pack a day, and showed no interest in quitting at all.
“So, the most important thing I do is try and figure out if the people want help and want to fix things or not. If a married couple is having problems, but both the husband and the wife want to fix things, we can probably help. If they don’t, or one does but the other doesn’t, I really can’t do much. It’s the same with families and kids. Some are so screwed up they don’t want help or can’t accept the help.”
Pithasthana had shaken her head at this. “I don’t know, Doctor, but as soon as I get home, I’m throwing Rahul out, buying a dog, and getting my tubes tied!”
Doctor Chaudhuri had laughed loudly at this and stood up. “No, don’t do that! I promise, I’ll give you an excellent employee discount!”
That had been just last Friday, which was normally a relatively light day. The doctor tried to limit his schedule, especially in the afternoon, so that he could ‘play hookie’ and skip out. He’d let Pithasthana go early, too, at full pay, so that was just fine with her. Today he had a 9-10 session with a couple on the verge of a separation, and an 11-12 session with a teenager ordered by family court into counselling. Then, at half past eleven the woman in the waiting area came in the door.
Pithasthana had glanced at her computer screen and double-checked the schedule. There wasn’t another appointment until two, but she wanted to be sure. “Can I help you?”
The woman had glanced at Pithasthana and smiled. “I’d like to see the doctor, please.”
“Doctor Chaudhuri is with someone right now. Do you have an appointment?”
Another smile. “No, no appointment. Perhaps I can wait for the doctor?”
This wasn’t covered in the doctor’s orders, but Pithasthana couldn’t come up with a way to gracefully get rid of her. “Umm, that would be all right. When the doctor is free I’ll let him know, but he normally only meets people by appointment, and he normally goes out for lunch at noon.”
“Thank you. I’ll wait.”
“Yes ma’am. Your name?”
The woman had smiled broadly at this. “Mrs. Khan.”
Pithasthana eyed Mrs. Khan briefly from her desk. She was an attractive enough woman, considerably older, at least in her thirties, with black shoulder length hair in a perm and startlingly brown eyes. Perhaps she had husband problems, or one of her children was in trouble, or both, even!
Pithasthana’s ears picked up the sound of a door knob turning, and quickly stood up. The door to Doctor Chaudhuri’ inner office opened and he followed a surly looking teenaged boy out into the lobby. The boy looked to be no different than when he had come in, so Pithasthana wondered if this one was a lost cause or not. The teen shuffled off to the door as Mrs. Khan stood up. Dr. Chaudhuri looked over at her, but Pithasthana intercepted Mrs. Khan, smoothly slipping between them. “Doctor, Mrs. Khan just came in without an appointment. I told her that you were about to go out, but she still wanted to talk to you.”
The doctor smiled at her, and eyed the newcomer curiously. “That’s alright, Pithasthana. I can spare a few minutes. What’s my schedule for this afternoon?”
“You have a two o’clock session and that’s it.”
“Well, feel free to take a long lunch hour then. I can keep an eye on the phones.”
“Yes, doctor, thank you!” Pithasthana went behind the desk and opened a drawer, removing her purse.
The doctor opened the door to his office. “Uh, Mrs … uh, Khan, is it? Won’t you come in?” Mrs. Khan slipped past him and Doctor Chaudhuri waited until Pithasthana had left before walking after her, closing the door and moving to a chair in front of the woman. He had both a desk in the office and several armchairs and even a couch. Unlike most cartoons of psychiatrist’s and psychologist’s offices, nobody ever actually lay on the couch telling them their life story. It was simply more convenient with family groups at times.
Mrs. Khan was already sitting in an armchair, so the doctor positioned a matching armchair in front of her and sat down. She had set her purse down on the couch. “Mrs., uh, Khan?”
“Afreen Khan, Doctor. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
“What seems to be the problem, Afreen?”
Mrs. Khan gave the therapist a nervous look and looked sheepishly away. “Well, it’s just so hard to say…” She paused. “It’s my husband.”
“You have a problem with your husband?”
She blushed at this. “Well, I mean, no not really, it’s just…”
“Well, let me ask you a few questions. Is your husband abusive to you?”
The woman looked horrified. “Oh no, it’s nothing like that, nothing at all!”
“So, he doesn’t hit you?”
“Or verbally abuse you?”
“Oh, God, no! He’s just the sweetest man! He would never do that!”
“Do you have children Mrs. Khan? Is there a problem with them?”, he asked.
“Oh, no! Our children are just fine!”
“What about the children, does he abuse them? Verbally or physically?”, he pressed.
“No, never! The children adore him. He’s a wonderful father!”
“Okay, so that isn’t the problem. Does he spend enough time at home? Is he away very much?”
“No, Doctor Chaudhuri, Yuseef’s a professional man. He’s home every night by six, or even earlier sometimes, and he does very well for himself, so it’s not money either.”
The therapist scratched his head. “Then you will really have to explain what the problem is, Mrs. Khan.”
“Well, it’s not exactly a problem. It’s just…” She blushed again, and he gestured for her to continue. “Well, it’s just that he makes me do things…”
Doctor Chaudhuri raised an eyebrow at that. “Such as?”
“Well, this dress for instance.”
“Yes? It’s a very pretty dress, by the way, Mrs. Khan.” It was, too. The short-sleeved dress was a light and gauzy green chiffon print, a calf-length wrap that had what seemed to be hidden buttons holding it together at the waist. She was also wearing nylons and heels.
“Oh, thank you. It’s just that, well, he makes me, well…”She reached up to her neckline and spread the wrap top apart. The vee at her neck deepened, exposing more and more of her neck and chest until the top was pulled far enough apart so that the vee was below the level of her breasts. “You see? He won’t let me wear a bra!”
The doctor tried not to stare, but it was difficult. The woman was very attractive. “That really doesn’t seem so bad, Mrs. Khan. If you don’t mind my saying so, you don’t really need one. You look to be in very good shape.”
“Yes, thank you, but don’t you see? It’s not just that!” She let go of her top, allowing it to settle back into place, then reached down to her skirt and began to peel it open. Her very shapely legs came into view, and she didn’t stop until lacy stocking tops were in sight. “It’s everything! He won’t let me wear pantyhose, just stockings!”
Doctor Chaudhuri stared and gulped silently. “It gets worse, Doctor! Look!” She continued spreading and lifting her dress, and spread her legs slightly. It quickly became evident that all she had under her dress was the stockings. A beautiful shaved pudenda came into view. “I’m not allowed to wear any panties, and I have to keep totally clean! I mean just this morning I had an appointment for a total waxing!”
The therapist continued to stare. He felt sweat beginning to form. “Uh, Mrs. Khan, uh, that sort of thing isn’t all that unusual anymore…”
“And I suppose this isn’t unusual?” Standing, she quickly undid the buttons on the wrap dress and allowed it to slip off to the floor. Now naked except for her stockings and shoes, she waved her hands up and down in front of her body.
The therapist stared at the naked woman in front of him. She had firm, full breasts with large dark nipples sitting high and proud on her chest, a narrow waist with a deep navel, pleasantly wide hips and a perky, plump rear. Her pussy was puffy and moist and very inviting. There was no way this woman could have born multiple children!
“I can’t have tanlines, so I have to go to the tanning salon and tan naked. And see? My jewellery?” She briefly cupped her breasts, nicely sized with very erect nipples, pierced with small gold rings, then touched her navel, with another gold ring.
“Uh, did he make you do that?”, he asked.
“Oh, no, I suppose it was my idea, but he keeps buying me more jewellery and makes me wear it all the time. He’s even offered to pay if I want my clitoral hood pierced. Actually, that was my idea, too, but you see what I mean?” Afreen Khan subtly kicked her dress under her chair and sat down again in the armchair, spreading her legs slightly.
“But if he doesn’t force you to do these things, and he isn’t abusing you, I still don’t understand the problem.”
“But Doctor, isn’t it obvious!? He uses me, sexually, over and over, every day! I have to gratify his sexual needs constantly! Isn’t that unusual?”
“What do you mean?”, he asked, staring at the beautiful woman.
“Well, fellatio, Doctor! I have to perform fellatio on him every day. He says it’s because I’m very good at it, but every day I have to perform fellatio, sometimes twice!”
“I don’t know what to say!” Vijendra Chaudhuri had never before had a naked client tell him that her husband enjoyed her oral proficiency.
“It’s true! Here, let me show you!” Before he could say anything, she had hopped out of her armchair and crossed the short distance between them. Quickly kneeling down, she began to undo his belt and unzipping his trousers.
“Mrs. Khan! This is very unprofessional! What if someone comes in?”
“But how else will you understand? I have to do this every day!” Once she had undone his pants enough that his bulging erection showed through his briefs, the good doctor gave in to the inevitable. Lifting up, he allowed her to pull his pants and briefs down his legs to his ankles, leaving his stiff cock waving in her face. “A good wife should do what her husband orders, shouldn’t she?” Before he could answer, she continued on, “Yuseef, he says that my long fellations are excellent, but that my fast ones are the real sign of talent. I’ll show you.”, she said brightly.
Not really believing what was happening, Dr. Vijendra Chaudhuri groaned as her lips wrapped around his cockhead. Normally he didn’t lock his office door, but now he wished he had. God help him if Pithasthana came back early! Within seconds Mrs. Khan had taken his eight inches in completely, her nose was buried in his pubic curls, with her left hand stroking his shaft as her right hand cupped and fondled his ball sac. Her curly black hair began to shake as she bobbed her head ferociously, and the suction was unbelievable. He had heard the phrase ‘suck starting a 747′ before but now he believed! He moaned as the beautiful housewife fellated him, then groaned loudly as she coaxed him to orgasm within only a few minutes. She swallowed every drop.
“That was … amazing!”, he said, half in awe and half in disbelief, looking down between his splayed knees at her.
“It’s like I told you, Doctor, my husband says I give the best fellatio. Isn’t that wrong?”
The doctor looked at her in confusion. “So you don’t enjoy sucking your husband’s cock?”
“Oh, it’s not that! No, I like it a lot. I love to make my husband happy, and if fellatio will make Yuseef happy, I want to do it. I even enjoy it – it makes me very, uh, excited and ready for intercourse, but that’s not all!”
“Oh, no! You see, in order to completely please him, he makes me practices these exercises, these Kegel exercises.”
“Excuse me?”, he replied, a confused tone to his voice.
“Kegel exercises. They’re vaginal exercises. I can tighten my vagina around his erect penis. Why Yuseef even says I could pick coins up off the floor with my vagina!”, she said, a hint of pride in her voice. “Here, I’ll show you.” Afreen Khan began to vigorously stroke Doctor Chaudhuri’ cock. Their discussion already had it half hard to begin with. In minutes it was perfectly erect again.
“Now, you stay seated.”, she ordered, “and I’ll just sit on you and let you feel what I can do.” Doctor Chaudhuri brought his knees together and Mrs. Khan stood up. Turning around so that her well tanned rear was facing him, she backed up and spread her legs, straddling him, and began to lower herself onto his stiff cock. “You’ll have to help. Hold your penis upright.” She rested her weight on the arms of the chair and quickly lowered her pussy onto him.
“Jesus!”, he gasped.
“Doctor, really! You shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain! I’m trying to be a better wife and you are cursing! And earlier, the word you used, for your erect penis – is that sort of talk really necessary?” Again, Doctor Chaudhuri couldn’t imagine a reply, and Mrs. Khan didn’t give him a chance to make one anyway. “Now, can you feel this?” The housewife waited a second, and then a complex rippling sensation shot through his cock, seemingly working its way up and down his shaft.
“Ohhhh…”, he moaned. He stared at her ass. The skin was a marvellously even golden tan.
She repeated the action, a second time, and then a third. “See what I mean, Doctor? He makes me practice doing this, so he will enjoy using me even more. When I start bouncing on him, he says it’s like I’m sucking the seed from his scrotum!” She began a slow bouncing motion, and the rippling sensation did indeed feel like suction.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,”, he begged. He watched with fascination as she worked the muscles that bounced her butt up and down.
“Yuseef says the exact same thing, Doctor!” Afreen Khan continued to bounce on the cock buried in her pussy. Her fingers were between her legs now, rubbing her clit, and she was beginning to let out small whimpers of pleasure as well.
“I’m close, I’m close…” Vijendra Chaudhuri had never had a therapy session like this before. He was gasping with effort, trying to hold off his orgasm, but his cries only seemed to spur his patient on. If anything, her pussy became even tighter, and he gave up. Sagging backwards into the armchair, he groaned in release as an even larger load of jism beginning spurting into the grasping pussy twitching and spasming on him.
Mrs. Khan stiffened as she felt the jets spewing into her, and then sagged back against her therapist’s chest. “Do you see what I mean, Doctor?”, she whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”
She roused herself and stood up. A thin stream of cum seemed about to trickle down her thigh as she turned to face him. “No, Doctor, not that! I mean about how he treats me, sexually, I mean.”
“But Mrs. Khan, I don’t understand. You said you enjoyed the fellatio.”
“I do.”, she agreed.
“Does your husband eat your pussy?”
“Doctor, that is very crude and common! Yes, he often performs cunnilingus, and he performs it very well.”
“And the intercourse. You’re very, very good at it. You must enjoy it as well.”
“Oh, very much so, Doctor, even more than the fellatio. He even makes me have anal intercourse with him, and I enjoy that as well.”, she said, nodding vigorously. “But isn’t it unusual for us to have sexual relations so much? I have several friends who have told me that they and their husbands rarely have intercourse as much as we do. Isn’t it wrong that we have so much sex?”
“Well, I can’t find anything wrong with either one of you! I think your husband must be the luckiest man on the planet! The only thing I can recommend is that you continue to treat him this way. You will both enjoy it!”
“Really? This isn’t wrong?”
The doctor weakly stood up, grabbing his shorts and trousers and pulling them back up. “Not in the least.”
“Oh, thank you, Doctor, thank you!” She excitedly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, rubbing her naked body against his sensuously.
“Uh, you’re very welcome! My prescription is that tonight, when your husband gets home, you greet him at the door wearing exactly what you’re wearing now, with his favorite drink in one hand and a tube of KY in the other. There is nothing whatsoever wrong with your marriage.”
Oh, Doctor, thank you!”, she squealed. “Can I use your bathroom, to freshen up?” He weakly pointed to a door at the side of the office, and she picked up her dress and skipped off.
Doctor Chaudhuri shook his head in disbelief. After pulling himself together, he glanced at the clock on his desk. He went out into the lobby, blessedly still empty, and found a spray can of Lysol in a credenza. As soon as he got back into his office he began spraying. It smelled like a brothel on Saturday night!
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Afreen Khan Chaudhuri came out. “Covering up the evidence?”
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”, he replied in happy disbelief. “You are insane, certifiably insane!”
“Well, it’s a good thing I married a shrink, isn’t it.” She snorted with laughter. “I couldn’t help myself. When I called to ask if you wanted to go out to lunch and got that new girl, I decided to give it a shot. I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“Christ! If the Association were to hear about this, I could lose my license.”, he laughed.
“Only if I was a real patient!” She pulled a compact out of her purse and began to touch up her lipstick. Quite a bit of what she had worn originally was around Yuseef Chaudhuri’ dick.
“And where are the girls?”
“At your mother’s. My mom plans on going over mid-week and arm wrestle her for them. I’m already packed for the week. When does the plane fly out tomorrow?”
“We don’t have to be at the airport until noon.”
She smiled. “Excellent! I’ll be able to do that drink and lube prescription tonight then! Actually, I think I’ll suck you off again, first, so that you can fuck my ass a good, long time!”
“I’m counting on it! Want me to bring home some Chinese?”
Doctor Chaudhuri’ wife nodded and gave him a quick kiss, and then scooted out the door and through the reception area. He had missed his lunch, but was very pleased anyway. There hadn’t even been any phone calls!