Dr Kinesh: Master of Desire

My wife, Sarah, is the kind of woman who gets a lot of attention. Men stare, women stare, police officers let her off for speeding, sales people offer her discounts that don't seem to be available to anyone else. She lives the kind of easy life that only the uniquely beautiful and sexy people get to lead.

She is also the kind of woman that is completely oblivious to it. She worries about gaining weight when she has a figure that most women would kill for. She wondered about getting a boob job even though her E cup breasts are beyond perfect.

When we go out for a drink, or something to eat, she is completely oblivious to the fact that every guy (and some women) are staring as she walks past. She has a list of ex boyfriends and each one looks like a different Greek god.

But somehow, the wheel of fortune stopped on me and I was the one she agreed to marry.

It is true that I got very lucky. When I met Sarah she had just come out of a long and horrible relationship and was a bit of a mess. We spent all our time together until suddenly we realised that our worlds were one. I asked her to marry me and she said yes and the rest is history.

In the beginning we had lots of sex but I never truly felt like she craved it. It was more like she knew that sex was part of a healthy relationship, a wifely duty and so she would play her part. The focus was always on what I wanted and what was satisfying for me - not her.

She read magazines with articles about "How to please your man" and "Happy husband, happy marriage".

That might sound amazing to some guys, and it was great, but when your sex life is dependent on duty, rather than desire, it isn't sustainable. Sex for pleasure alone just isn't enough, you need desire and fantasy.

We got married after two years together and our sex life dropped off almost immediately. We went from having sex almost every night to once a week, and then finally I was lucky if we had sex more than a few times a month.

I tried to talk to her about it many times but the conversation always died or would turn into an argument. Every single conversation was always from the context of her pleasing me, or me not being satisfied, and all that did was highlight the fact that desire and sexual satisfaction were not even a thing for her.

My friends all thought I was a complete idiot when I spoke to them about it. They openly discussed how Sarah was far to attractive for me and said I should be lucky to get anything at all. They relayed stories from their own marriages where they had gone for many months without having any sex at all.

But all of these comments just highlighted how much people were missing the point. It wasn't the amount of sex that was bothering me, it was the narrative around the sex that we were having. Sarah never mentioned things that turned her on, she got embarrassed if I tried to talk to her about fantasies, she told me she didn't ever masturbate on her own. The sex we had was great, but it was selfish sex. Even if she orgasmed too it still felt like selfish sex because it was momentary pleasure for her - not fulfilled desire.

I was at a complete loss what to do. It seemed that her entire experience with sex had always been within the context of keeping men happy or trying to maintain a healthy relationship. To the extent that it wasn't even possible to discuss her own desires because there didn't seem to be any.

I was at a complete loss and worried for the future of my marriage. In a last ditch attempt to sort things out I persuaded her to come to therapy with me. She left it to me to organise and I started looking for the right therapist. I looked online and called around various places but couldn't find anyone that seemed right. I called up a few of the more qualified therapists, but didn't feel particularly happy with them. They wanted to talk about 'communication channels' and our 'relationship power dynamic', neither of which I wanted to talk about.

I had pretty much given up on my search when one day, out of the blue, I received a call on my mobile from a man saying that he had heard I was looking for a sex therapist. He said he was sure he could help us both and that he had availability right away. I asked him to send his credentials over but he dodged the question, saying that the first session was free and if we weren't happy then we could just find someone else.

I agreed and spoke to Sarah about it. She wasn't very enthusiastic but she had agreed to try it so she said fine. I arrange a session for later in the week.

When the morning arrived for our consultation with Dr Kinesh I felt nervous. I had rehearsed what I wanted to say but wasn't sure how the session would go. Every attempt I had ever made to talk to her about sex had ended in an argument, or her shutting down. Sarah invoked sympathy in people and was clearly a kind and loving wife, so I was worried that I would seem like a sex mad, spoiled husband who was trying to force my wife into being something that she wasn't.

When we arrived I was instantly worried. His office was in a strip mall in a rough neighbourhood. We struggled to find it at all and we walked around the place for about 20 minute. Sarah was dressed in a figure hugging black dress that showed off her curves and this meant cat calls and wolf whistling followed us around as we walked around looking for the office. I had grown so used to it that I barely even noticed, but I was starting to get worried for our safety as we drew more attention.

Finally, I spotted a tiny sign on a hidden side door which said "Dr. Kinesh: Master of Desire".

I scoffed at the ridiculous wording and rang the buzzer. We waited for an answer standing in awkward silence, feeling nervous and unsure.

There was no welcoming voice on the intercom, just a buzzing noise which signalled that the lock on the door had been released. I pushed the door open tentatively and we walked into a dirty stairwell.

We walked up four flights of stairs to the top and the door to his apartment was waiting open for our arrival. We walked into the apartment and immediately recoiled at the sight. There was a sofa with a guy sat on it in just his pants watching television. There were dirty clothes all over the floor, empty food cartons on the table. The curtains were closed and the room felt dark and dirty.

Sarah whispered to me that she didn't like the look of the place and I agreed. We turned around and started to leave but the man on the sofa sprang to his feet.

"Leaving so soon?" He said with a laugh, "I'm guessing this isn't what you expected?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or agree so just stood in silence.

The man walked up to me and extended his hand and said "You must to James?".

I shook his hand and nodded.

"I am The Amazing Dr. Kinesh" he said, and then added with a smile "I added the Amazing part myself but I can assure you it is true".

I smiled weakly wondering what I had got us into.

Dr Kinesh turned to my wife and looked her up and down. "Wow." he said. "And you must be Sarah?"

She smiled an embarrassed smile and nodded once.

He continued to look at her until it was uncomfortable and then just said "Wow." again.

Finally, he put his arm around us both and guided us to his sofa where he insisted we sit down. He offered us drinks but we both declined, seriously worried about the health and safety of drinking or eating anything from such a filthy lookig place.

He fell back into the chair opposite us and let his head fall back with his eyes closed. He stayed like that for a few seconds and then took a deep breath and said "So?"

Then he looked at us expectantly. We stared at him in silence.

"So..." he said again, looking at me as if he was expecting me to talk.

I didn't know how to begin so I sat in silence.

Dr Kinesh let the silence run for at least a minute and it grew to an excruciating level of awkwardness. Finally he closed his eyes again and seemed to be concentrating. After about 30 seconds he opened his eyes and said "James, you worry that your wife lacks any kind of sexual desire, that is correct?".

I nodded and mumbled in response "Yes, something like that".

Dr Kinesh continued, "And Sarah, you feel like his expectations and understanding of your sexual desire are based on his own feelings and desires - not yours. Correct?"

Sarah looked impressed and said "Yes, I guess that is about right.".

Dr Kinesh continued to talk in this way, describing my most intimate thoughts and worries like he was in my own head. He expressed worries and desires from Sarah that I had no idea about and she agreed with everything he said.

She nodded along eagerly when he relayed that she worried every single day that I would leave her because I wasn't satisfied with our sex life. She nodded again when he voiced her concern that I was obsessed with her desires which was something she had no control over. She even added to this saying in a quiet voice with her eyes looking at the floor "I always thought I could keep my husband happy in the bedroom by giving him lots of sex, but I don't understand what more he wants from me!"

She was clear distressed and it made me very sad to realise that I had made her feel this way. Sarah was generally quiet and submissive and didn't often talk about her deep feelings. But what made me feel the absolute worst was the realisation that she still had absolutely no idea what I had been trying to talk to her about.

After about 30 minutes of talking this way Dr Kinesh leaned back in his chair and announced "I have a solution that I think will work for you both, but I need to talk to both privately for a bit, please follow me James."

He stood up and walked into another room of the apartment. I followed and he closed the door behind me. The room appeared to be his bedroom and it was no cleaner than the rest of the apartment.

He motioned for me to sit down on the bed and then he sat on a chair in the corner of the room. It was an awkward and unprofessional arrangement but he spoke with such confidence that you started to feel like everything was completely normal.

"James" he said, "What if I told you that there is a technique that I could use to increase your wife's sexual desire significantly?"

I looked at him and blinked, "Is there?" I asked hopefully

"There is." he replied "But I am asking you how you would feel about me using it on your wife."

I didn't hesitate "That would be amazing!" I said excitedly, "Can you do it?"

He looked at me for a few seconds with a frown on his face, then he said "James, I need you to really think through what I am saying to you ok? Would you be happy for me to use a technique on your wife that would significantly increase her sexual desire?"

Again I didn't hesitate "Yes - I definitely would!"

Even now I can't really explain why I didn't think it through more. Part of me didn't think there was such a technique, and the other part of me was so desperate for a solution that I didn't consider the consequences.

Dr Kinesh stared for a few seconds longer and then seemed to reached a conclusion. He sprang up from his chair and clapped his hands together, then he said happily, "Great, now please send your wife in".

I stood up to leave the room but as I was about to open the door he said "James, if Sarah agrees to it then I am willing to use the technique on her. It is VERY important that you don't interrupt us during the process ok?"

I nodded and started turn around but he stopped me again "James, do you really understand me? Do not interrupt us during the process ok, no matter what - it is very important".

I made an effort to make my face look serious, "Yes" I replied solemnly, "I understand Dr Kinesh"

I left the room and told Sarah to go in and see him. As I watched her walk away from me into the dirty, dark bedroom I felt a pang of concern. Her perfect ass wiggled gently as she walked and her long, slender, tanned legs looked amazing in her short dress. Should I really be letting such a gorgeous woman be alone with a man like Dr Kinesh?

I didn't stop her and watched as she closed the door behind her. Then I waited. And waited and waited. After 45 minutes I thought about going to check on her but I remembered what Dr Kinesh had said.

After about two hours I became aware of loud moaning noises coming from the room. I tried to tell myself that it was fine, Sarah would never cheat on me and if she was in trouble then I would hear her scream.

But after three hours it was too much. I walked up to the door and knocked tentatively. There was no response so I knocked again a bit louder. There was still no response.

I stood awkwardly outside the room wondering what to do. The moaning was much clearer from here and it was clear that they were both making the noise. Suddenly I felt like a fool, had this sleazeball tricked me? He clearly wasn't a therapist at all but just preyed on vulnerable couples like us. And what a sucker I was, letting him be alone with my wife while they make loud moaning noises together - fuck that!

I opened the door and walked into the room. The scene before me made me do a double take. Dr Kinesh and Sarah were both lying on the bed together on their backs. They were holding hands with their eyes closed and making rhythmic moaning noises together. It didn't look like anything particularly sexual but it also didn't look like anything I had every seen before, especially from Sarah.

I decided enough was enough and walked over to Sarah. I went to put my hands on her shoulders to wake her, but as soon as I touched her everything went black.

The next thing I knew I was being woken by two concerned voices. I opened my eyes to see Sarah holding a wet flannel to my forehead and Dr Kinesh looking concerned.

"He's awake" Sarah said happily.

Dr Kinesh looked very relieved and smiled. "You gave us quite a scare there James".

I looked around me and could see through the grubby little window in his bedroom that it was dark outside. "What time is it?" I asked, and then "What happened?"

Sarah looked at me with a worried look on her face, "Its late honey" she said, "almost midnight". I sat there stunned by the missing ten hours of my life.

"But what happened?" I asked again.

Sarah looked unsure and turned to Dr Kinesh who sighed, "James, do you remember me telling you not to interrupt the process?"

A memory stirred in my mind of the warning he had given me, I nodded slowly.

"Well, you didn't follow my advice, did you James?" he said in a matter of fact way.

I shook my head slowly, struggling to make sense of everything that was going on.

Dr Kinesh shook his head and stood up. "Its late and probably best that you both go home and get some rest."

I don't remember leaving his apartment or getting home. It is all a blur but Sarah later told me that I seemed like I was in a trance as she walked me to the car and drove me home. She put me to bed and then went to sleep next to me.

I was woken the next morning to an unusual sensation in my cock and balls. As I woke up properly I became aware that Sarah was giving me a blow job. Not the kind that she usually gave in her dutiful, mechanical way. This was like something I had never experienced.

She was like a woman possessed by the need to suck the cum from my cock, pushing my her head down hungrily onto my cock so that it went all the way into her throat and then coming back up and repeating the process. She was moaning with pleasure and I realised that she was touching herself at the same time.

I didn't have long to take in the scene because I felt the unstoppable tightening in my balls as I exploded cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all hungrily and then licked my cock clean.

Then she rolled over and continued to rub her clit hard and fast. I was enjoying the post orgasm feeling as the memories of the previous night started come back to me.

Had the technique actually worked or was this some kind of placebo effect? I didn't have long to wonder about it. Sarah seemed to be struggling to cum with her fingers and grabbed my cock and started to pull it towards her.

I wasn't ready to go again and started to go down on her instead. I licked and sucked on her clit for a while but she just couldn't orgasm. She tried again to pull my limp cock inside her but it was still recovering.

She was clearly struggling to achieve satisfaction and started to moan desperately, "Please honey, please put your cock in me now".

The sight of her begging for my cock seemed to cause a vague stirring in my cock which she immediately pounced on. She sat up and sucked on my flaccid cock until it started to grow hard again. When it was semi-erect she lay back down, grabbed my cock and pulled it inside her.

Her moan of pleasure as I entered her was a deep and primal noise. A cross between satisfaction and desperation. I started to pounded her as she rubbed her clit. She came within a minute of me entering her and continue to masturbate. I could feel my second orgasm building and she sensed it too. She sped up and rubbed her clit so hard and fast that I worried it might be painful. But it seemed to have the desired effect and she reached orgasm just as my second of the morning exploded inside her.

Sarah was normally very clinical about sex and insisted on using condoms, not for pregnancy reasons (she was on the pill) but because she thought it was unhygienic to have unprotected sex. This was obviously not how she felt any more as a sprayed my second load of cum deep inside her pussy.

I rolled off her and she lay next to me with a satisfied smile on her face.

After a few minutes I said "Well I guess you can say that, whatever Dr Kinesh did, it worked!"

Sarah just smiled weakly and lay with her eyes closed.

We had sex twice more that day, once at lunchtime and then at bedtime. It would have been more if she had her way but there was a definite limit to my stamina. Each time we had sex she had the same desperate, possessed desire which was unlike anything I had ever seen from her before.

She walked around the house just in her panties and a silk halter top and she looked incredible.

She woke me again at 3am for sex, and then again in the morning. By this point I was getting pretty spent and asked her to satisfy herself for a bit so I could recover. She spent the morning in bed but at about 11am she called me into the bedroom. sounding worried "I can't cum James".

I laughed at the deep look of concern on her face but stopped laughing when tears appeared.

"What do you mean?" I asked starting to feel a bit concerned, "You've cum more times in the last 24 hours than in the entire year previous to that!" I said with what I intended to be a reassuring smile

She looked like she was in pain and said "I mean I can't cum now, I've been trying all morning - I've rubbed my clit so much and so hard that it is sore now but I just can't get release"

She was lying naked on the bed with her legs spread and my eyes when to her pussy. It look red, sore and painful. I started to feel a bit worried.

I sat next to her on the bed and stroked her hair "Ok my darling, why don't you just give it a rest and come and get some lunch?"

Sarah looked panicked "I can't James, I need to cum, every muscle in my body aches for release. I can feel it in my stomach like a pressure that needs to be vented."

Her expression changed to a pleading look "Please James, I need your cock in me, its the only thing that can satisfy me".

I was absolutely not in the mood but felt the glow that her comment gave to my ego. She looked so hot lying there but my cock and balls were completely spent. I tried again to get out of bed, "Why don't you come downstairs and have some lunch and then maybe we can see how we feel afterwards, ok?"