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 Title: The Professor

   Story Codes: M,F,mc,nc,humil,cuck

   Summary: A couple visit their daughters school counselor, only to find
out, they're the ones getting counseled.  He offers to assist them with his
short-comings, and her frustration.  Oddly, they didn't realize there was a
problem, until he brought it up.  Like all my stories, they build slowly,
but things eventually work their way out.
Email: gal tablette at g mail dot com

   At the Christmas show...

   I can't help but smile, watching my beautiful daughter sing her solo. 
This year's Christmas show is the biggest and best yet.  Turning to my
wife, I take her hand and look into her eyes.  She is glowing with pride,
as a happy tear forms, then trickles down her cheek.  Looking again on
stage, I feel how lucky we are to have such a talented daughter as Natalie.
The lighting brings out the highlights of her strawberry blonde hair,
making it shimmer, and the glitter on her cheeks makes her look angelic.  I
smile thinking how much she looks like her mother when we were in High
School.

   The schools after show dinner was a treat.  Natalie and her friends were
delighted with the show, and everyone was kind, with their praise, and
congratulatory remarks.  The entire faculty is here with more than a
hundred parents attending the Christmas dinner.  We're sharing a table with
one of the school counselors and psychologist, Professor Carter.  I've
spoken with Professor Carter a few times, once during a parent/teacher
conference, and another time when we met to discuss Natalie attending a
school function in NY City with her drama class.

   After we were seated, I re-introduce my wife and me.
Me:

   "Hello, I'm Robert Fontaine, and this is my wife Colette."

   The Professor held out his hand.
Professor:
"Natalie's parents, of course I remember you.  I'm Brett Carter, and

this lovely lady is Stacy."

   Colette held out her hand and they shook.
Wife:

   "It's good to see you again Professor Carter."
Professor:
"Please, call me Brett this evening, after all, this is a casual

affair."

   The Professor looked at me as we shook hands, his grip quite firm.
Professor:
"Bob, it's nice to see you again, Colette, you look ravishing, and may I
say, Natalie did a spectacular job in tonight's performance.  You must be

proud of her."
Me:

   "Thank you, we are proud of her."
Professor:
"Well, she's way ahead in academics, and from what I hear, they're
expecting great things from her in vocals and drama.  And just a sophomore,

I can only imagine what the next few years will bring for her."
Wife:
"She's driven, and knows what she wants out of high school, and she's

already looking at colleges."
Professor:
"That's great, and she should be encouraged to look, even though she's

what?  16 now?"
Wife:

   "She'll be 16 in two months as a matter of fact."
Professor:
"She's got a good head on her shoulders.  I've spoken with her a few

times, and she's always seemed so, how did you put it?  driven!"
Me:

   "That she is."

   The dinner wasn't bad for being catered.  Because the proceeds go to the
school -(TM)s music department, it makes it worth the expense.  Seeing the
faculty brought back memories.  You don't realize when attending, that the
teachers and staff were only 10 years older than us when we went to school
here.  Who would have known my daughter would have the same teachers as I.

   I look closely at Brett, and guess his age about 50.  He has a few gray
hairs but otherwise looks fit.  He probably works out and maybe plays
sports.  Looking closer I imagine him having a gym membership, and one of
those people who stop at the gym on his way to work every day.  And he
obviously knows he looks good, still wearing hip clothes, and has that
chiseled look about him.  And his date, who he introduced as Stacy, as if
she has no last name, looks to be about 20 at the most.  Come to think
about it, she hasn't said a word all night.  Just smiles and seems to hang
on every word he says.  She's gorgeous, and I definitely see what Brett
sees in her.  She's probably into older men, or looking for a sugar daddy.
He probably doesn't realize he's a lucky man with her hanging on his arm.
But with his looks and personality, I can somehow understand it, because
he's a very likable guy.

   After dessert, we talked about upcoming school events.  We love
attending them, and want to support all of Natalie's wishes and dreams. 
We've always felt encouragement and participation is the best thing we can
do, to help our daughter academically and emotionally.
Professor:
"Bob, Colette, have you two come in to go over Natalie's curriculum in
detail?  I don't remember meeting with you yet.  Most of the parents have

by now."
Wife:
"No, and I don't remember reading anything about that.  Was something

mailed or sent home?"
Professor:
"You would have been notified soon after the school year started.  You
two need to come in, so we can go over everything, including her physical
and mental health.  We can go over every aspect of her well-being for this

year, and her future."
Me:
"Sure, we'll call next week to set up a time.  I don't remember doing

this last year though!"
Professor:
"You don't have to call, I have time on Monday at 6pm.  That way you

don't have to leave work early and you can both attend.  Will that work?"
Me:

   "Sure, we can make it at 6."
Professor:
"It's settled then, just come to the Administration Building, and you'll
see the directory just inside.  My office is on the second floor room 2B. I

look forward to it."
Me:
"As do we Brett, I feel badly we somehow missed this, and Natalie never

mentioned it either."
Professor:
"Students don't participle unless we find problem areas, then we meet

together, parents and students.  I don't foresee that Bob."

   We made small talk for a while before getting up to mingle with other
faculty members, and parents we've come to know.  By 9pm we were tired and
ready to go.  We found Natalie sitting with her friends, then drove home.

   Part 2.  ~~~~~~~~~~

   We had an uneventful weekend, and I spent most of it doing yard work and
cleaning out the garage.

   At 7am Monday morning I'm shaving and waiting for my hair to dry. 
Colette is down in the kitchen making bacon, and I can smell it all the way
up here.  Natalie is talking on her cell with one of her friends, just like
every morning.  I wonder how girls coordinated their school clothes when we
were in high school, some 20 years ago.

   At breakfast, we sat and talked about the Christmas Play, and how
impressed everyone seemed to be with it.  It's nice to see Natalie so happy
with herself, and her self-confidence was shining through today.  Then
Colette began asking Natalie about Professor Carter.  I listened since I am
curious about him, he seemed mysterious.
Wife:

   "Natalie, what do you think of Professor Carter, your counselor?"
Natalie:
"Everyone loves Professor Carter mom, and most of the girls think he's

hot!"

   After choking on my coffee.
Me:

   "What?  Your friends think that about a teacher!"
Wife:
"Robert, come on, she just means they notice.  I'm sure it's nothing,

and they are teenager girls."

   However, she's looks at Natalie quizzically.
Natalie:

   "God dad, don't be gross he's like a hundred years old."
Me:

   "Ok, just checking."

   I sip my coffee wondering why she would have said he's hot, then just as
quickly change her view.  It's probably one of her friends who had said
something.
Natalie:

   "Dad we need to go, I want to get there a few minutes early."

   I push my chair back and stand up, stepped over and kiss my wife, then
grabbed my keys and cell.
Me:
"Have a good day hun, I'll be home a little earlier today.  Ok Nat, I'm

ready, let's go."
Wife:
"Have a good day at work, I'm meeting Jan for lunch, then some shopping

but I'll be back by the time you get home from school Natalie."

   I drove Natalie to school, dropped her off, then drove the short drive
to my office, still getting in a few minutes early.  My secretary, Mrs
Johnson was already in and had a few memos for me to go over.  Just before
lunch, I walked up front to talk with my secretary.
Me:

   "Mrs Johnson, your son goes to Central High doesn't he?"

   Mrs Johnson: "Yes, he's a junior this year."
Me:

   "What do you know about Professor Carter, one of the counselors there?"

   Mrs Johnson: "Yes, he's my son's counselor.  He's so handsome and
distinguished looking."
Me: Chuckling
"Yeah, so I hear, I had dinner with him Friday night after the Christmas
play, and he set up a meeting to go over Natalie's schedule and mental
health.  It seems we had failed to do that after school started in

September."

   Mrs Johnson: "That's funny, I don't recall having to meet with him over
anything like that, however, I met with him several times this year about
Chris's soccer camp.  But weird, I don't seem to recall anything about
those meetings now.  I just had to sign a paper he brought home from
school, and pay for the camp.  He had a great time."
Me:

   "So, what were the meetings about then?"

   Mrs Johnson: Tilting her head, thinking.  "I honestly don't remember,
but it had something to do with soccer camp.  I just can't remember what we
talked about.  Details about camp I'm sure"
Me: Puzzled

   "Oh well, I have those days too."

   At 4 O'clock I left the office.  On my way home I called my wife, who
says dinner will be ready about 5, and I let her know I'll be home in 15
minutes.

   After getting home I decide not to change into something casual, but
wear my work suit to the meeting with Professor Carter.  Colette is wearing
a dress tonight, even though it's cold out.  She assumed I would wear my
suit, so we both look good.

   At dinner, we ask Natalie about school and how things are going.  Does
she like her classes and her teachers.  We're trying not to come across
like an interrogation, but still gathering as much information as we can
for our meeting tonight with her counselor.  We tell Natalie we'll be going
to meet with some friends and not be gone long.  Just meeting for a glass
of wine and maybe dessert.

   After dinner Natalie went to her room to listen to music, and we got our
coats to go to our appointment.  During the drive I mention what Mrs
Johnson had said about remembering this type of meeting, but that she
seemed unsure of the details.

   Arriving at school there are very few people in the Administration
Offices, and they seemed to be leaving as we walked in.  We walked up the
stairs as opposed to the elevator and found Professor Carters Office a few
door down.  We enter and see a small waiting area with 4 chairs, and a
table displaying various magazines.  We see a coat rack, and hang our coats
while looking around the room.  The only other door in the room is slightly
cracked open, so I assume it's Professor Carters office.  I knock on the
door and hear.
Professor:

   "Come!"

   I push on the door, and we enter.  I see the Professor sitting behind
his desk writing in a ledger, and just as we get inside he looks up, puts
his pencil down and stands.
Professor:
"Mr and Mrs Fontaine, I'm glad you were able to keep your appointment.

Please come in and have a seat."

   Walking around the desk toward us, he gestured to some comfortable
looking chairs in front of his desk.  As he reaches us, he puts out his
hand, and we shook.  Then he takes my wife's hand and helps her sit in one
of the chairs.
Me:
"We wouldn't want to miss the appointment, considering we're so late

meeting with you to go over Natalie's classes."
Professor:

   "Oh that's quite alright, the important thing is that you're here now."

   I take a seat in the chair next to Colette as the Professor walks around
his desk, then over to a counter against the wall under a window.  There's
a single cup coffee maker, and an electric hot water pot for tea.  We have
one just like it at home.
Professor:
"I like to start each session by relaxing with some herbal tea.  This
tea is a blend I mix myself from assorted varieties from Europe and the Far
East.  It's quit delicious, and helps set the tone before we begin serious

discussions regarding Natalie's education and well-being."
Wife:

   "It sounds delicious, thank you."
Professor:

   "Milk and sugar?"
Wife:

   "Just milk for me."
Me:

   "Just plain."

   After a moment the Professor turns on a sound machine that makes the
sounds of birds chirping and a gentle breeze through the trees.  Then he
brings a small tray to the side of the desk and sets it down.  He places a
cup of tea in front of Colette, then another in front of me.  He picks up
the last cup for himself and sits down behind his desk, letting out a sigh,
as if it's been a long day, and he can finally relax.  He begins sipping
his tea.
Professor:
"Do drink up, wasn't that a wonderful Christmas show this year.  It was
so nice to sit with you at dinner and get better acquainted.  I see why

Natalie seems so well-rounded and mature."

   I take a sip as does Colette, and we both smile at the Professor.  It's
nice to have someone take a real interest in her education.  Him seeing her
potential means a lot to us.

   We sit and talk about the schools upcoming events for a few minutes
before the Professor opens a folder with Natalie's records.  Then the
Professor begins going over each of her classes.  He discusses the
advantages of each particular class, and how it pertains to the following
class next year.  After going over the first class he sits back, and we sip
the tea before moving on to the next.

   I look at my watch, and it's already 6:25, and I sense we're just
getting started.  This is beginning to become boring, and I'm having a hard
time paying attention.  I sit up straighter, so I can pay better attention
to something as important as this.  The Professor takes another sip as do
we then he sits up and turns the page and begins going over the next class.


   When he finishes the second of seven classes, I'm becoming
disinterested, and begin feeling guilty about it.  After all, this is
supposed to be something we take an active interest in.  Looking at Colette
I see her eyes are about to glaze over, and can tell she's about as bored
as I am.  The clock above the door now reads 6:40 and at this rate we'll
never finish.

   After finishing our tea, the Professor moves on to the next class. 
History is something I've never had much interest in, and I see no reason
why he needs to add his opinions of historic events, but he does.  I feel
like I'm at a lecture that I'd rather not be in.  I occasionally catch
myself nodding off and luckily he doesn't notice.  I wouldn't want him
thinking I wasn't interested, or that he had been boring me beyond belief.

   This time, when I caught myself nodding off, he was standing up behind
his desk.  I felt horribly ashamed of myself, and glanced at Colette, she
too looked like she was in a fog.  I felt like I owed her an apology, and
felt so guilt ridden.  The Professor turned around to the counter behind
his desk and began gathering some things as he spoke.  I felt confused and
had a hard time focusing, like I had missed something.  It had been a long
time, and I vaguely remember several odd, yet serious conversations.  I was
afraid to say anything, fearing he would realize I had dozed off.
Professor:
"I'm proud of both of you for opening up to me.  I'm glad you feel
comfortable enough to let me help you through this.  I agree that meeting
again is necessary, and my home office does make more sense, with this no

longer being a school matter.  You do agree, don't you Bob."
Me:

   "Yes, that does make sense."
Professor:

   "What's that you say Bob?"
Me:

   "Yes Professor, it does."
Professor:

   "How about you Colette, do you agree as well?"
Wife:

   "Yes Professor, I agree."
Professor:
"That was an excellent idea you had Bobber.  You two just relax while I
get your to-go package of tea ready.  I'm glad you like the background
sounds, that's why I always keep an extra copy around.  You'd be surprised
how relaxing your home becomes when you have relaxation sounds playing. 
But of course it has to be certain sounds.  Some can cause your heartbeat
to become erratic and elevate your blood pressure, so take my advice and
only listen to the good stuff.  I've researched and found the best, and I'm

more than willing to share it with you."
Wife:
"Thank you Professor, I already feel what you mean.  What a difference

already."
Me:

   "It's true Professor, quite a difference."

   I watch the Professor gather the tea and a copy of the CD we had been
listening to, and he handed both to Colette.
Professor:
"Now remember, a cup of tea an hour before bed and then put the CD on to
help you get a good nights sleep.  Next meeting, I'll get you another good
CD.  Oh, Colette, you may leave those on the desk and I'll take care of it"



   I couldn't look her in the eye and felt such guilt and shame.  I had no
idea Colette felt this way because she had never mentioned it to me.  I saw
her wipe back a tear with the handkerchief then place it on the Professors
desk.  I glanced at it and noticed how much it looked like panties, but
disregarded it.  I looked at the clock above the door, it was 8:35 and
getting late.  I felt badly about taking so much of the Professors time. 
We stood, and the Professor walked us to the outer waiting area where we
had hung our coats.  The Professor took Colette's coat off the rack and
held it up for her to put on.  I put my coat on while watching, and feeling
so inferior of him, I looked away.
Professor:
"You two shouldn't talk about this between yourselves, wait for our
meeting Wednesday night.  Problems like this are fairly common, so Bob,
don't go blaming yourself for what you have no control over.  It's genetics
and some men are just, shall we say, less endowed than others.  Colette, I
think it's commendable that you've kept this to yourself all these years,
but you're smart to finally seek help.  We'll get more into what we can do

to solve the problem as we go."
Wife:
"Thank you so much for the extra time you spent with us tonight
Professor Carter.  I feel so much better already, and look forward to

Wednesdays meeting."

   I watched as Colette lifted onto her tiptoes, and kissed the Professor
on the cheek, and accidentally left a lipstick print.  He was obviously
used to women doing that, because there were other lipstick prints down his
neck, and some on his collar.  As he escorted us down the hall to the
stairs, he walked beside Colette with a hand at the small of her back.  It
made me somewhat self-conscious but I knew he was trying to help.  When we
stopped at the top of the stairs, I took my wife's hand to walk down with
her.
Me:
"Thanks Professor Carter, and we'll see you at your home office on

Wednesday at 7pm."
Professor:

   "I look forward to it Wednesday.  See you soon Colette.  Drive safe."

   We made it to the car and sat quietly for the 10-minute drive home.  My
mind was racing to make sense of all that's happened over the last few
hours.  I learned things about my wife I hadn't realized were bothering
her. Feelings that she's kept secret from me for all these years.  I felt
like I've been such a disappointment to her, now that I know the truth. 
Finally, just a few blocks from home I ask.
Me:
"Hun, I feel terrible that you've felt this way all this time.  I had no

idea you felt that way."
Wife:
"I'm sorry it came out this way Robert.  To be honest, I suppose I've
felt this way for so long I'd forgotten how I felt.  So I guess, in a way,
it's new, or a renewed feeling for me too.  But Professor Carter seems to
know what's best, and I have a good feeling about our sessions.  I hope you

feel the same."
Me:
"I feel the same, and I think it's something we have to do to work

through this.  I want us to be as happy as I've always thought we were."
Wife:

   "I want that too. -�

   We arrived home, and Natalie was in her room.  We were both tired, and
wanted to go straight to bed.
Wife:
-�Go ahead and get the CD ready to start while I say goodnight to

Natalie."

   While Colette went to check on Natalie and say goodnight, I put the CD
in the player so it's ready for bedtime.  Then I changed into my pajamas
and got ready for bed.  I sat on the edge of the bed and pull the covers
down, then waited to see what Colette has to say about Natalie when she got
back.

   Colette comes back in and said Natalie says goodnight to me.  I started
crawling under the blankets as Colette stepped over to the closet.  I got
comfortable as she opened the closet door then reached up to unbutton her
dress.  She pulled her dress off, and I was surprised to see her standing
there putting the dress on a hanger wearing only a bra and no panties. 
When finished she walked to her dresser and stood, opened a drawer and
unhooked her bra, removed it and put it in the drawer.  Then she turned and
walked to the bed and climbed in on her side, pulling the cover up.  I
reached over and pushed the play button on the CD player, and the same
sounds of birds chirping and a light breeze through the trees started.

   I lie here wondering what's different.  Colette always wears panties and
usually wears them and a nightgown to bed, even the times when we make
love. This is out of character for her.  I think she might want to make
love, so I roll her way and cuddle up.

   I run my hand up and down her thigh a few times.  She feels warm and her
skin is soft to the touch.  I feel her rub her thighs together and softly
moan.  I run my hand up and over her thigh and down to her mound.  She's
always had the softest pubic hair, but I don't stop there.  My fingers
glide down to her slit, I feel her nub of a clit, and as my fingertip runs
over it, I hear her gasp a short breath.  I slide down, and my fingers find
her wet and slippery pussy.  She the wettest I've ever known her to be. 
She moans aloud and reaches for my cock, pushing my pajama bottoms down
enough to expose my member.  I suck in a deep breath in anticipation of her
grasping my cock, and giving it that squeeze that's her way of saying she's
ready.  She holds it and begins rubbing it to get me hard.  She squeezes
and rubs, working on my cock while my fingers slide up and down her slit,
teasing her clit.  I concentrate on my cock to get hard, willing it to get
ready, but for some strange reason it remains soft.  Colette rolls over
onto her back, and as she pulls me atop her says...
Wife:

   "Come on sweetie, go ahead and start, it'll get ready quickly enough."

   I moan and smile thinking, yes, it's never let us down before.  I slide
down between her legs as she spreads her thighs, then get myself into
position and onto my elbows at the ready.  Colette reaches down and grabs
my cock as I push up to her waiting pussy.  As Colette rubs the head up and
down, wetting the head of my cock, and teasing her clit, she lets out a
moan of disappointment.  My cock is still soft, so I close my eyes and
concentrate, trying to force it to harden, but I know that's useless. 
Colette tries using her fingers to stroke it, but it's completely soft.
Wife:

   "Robert, what's going on?"
Me:

   "I don't know what's wrong but it's not getting hard."
Wife:
"Oh, I know, remember, the Professor said once this comes out, and you

know about the problem this might happen.  But just temporarily he said."

   I thought about it a moment, and remembered him saying something on the
lines of being ashamed of my small size and stamina, I might subconsciously
become temporarily unable to get an erection.  I feel so embarrassed that
she even brought up the subject at all, especially if it has suddenly
caused this.
Me:

   "I remember him saying that, and I hate this happening.  I'm sorry."
Wife:
"I know you can't help it sweetheart.  We'll ask Professor Carter about

it again on Wednesday."

   Then she begins pushing me off of her.  We spoon together, and I can't
stop thinking of everything.  I lie awake frustrated and confused for a
long time while Colette sleeps next to me.

   Part 3.  ~~~~~~~~~~

   The alarm goes off, so I tap the button.  Colette rolls over and
stretches, then smiles saying..
Wife:

   "Good morning."
Me:

   "Good morning, sleep well?"

   Knowing she did.
Wife:

   "Yes I did, I slept better than I have in a long time."
Me:

   "Good, me too." (I hate lying)

   We got up and kissed good morning, then went to make coffee.  I began
getting ready for work while Colette made breakfast.  This day, like
others, I drop Natalie off at school then drive into the office.

   The next two days seem to drag on.  Colette and I seem to be getting
along normally, but there is a difference.  Some underlying problem that
we've never had before.  I hope we get to the bottom of it when we meet
with the Professor.  We've been good about having our tea shortly before
bed, and listening to the CD faithfully to fall asleep.  Each day I feel
more and more confident the Professor is the perfect solution.  Colette is
becoming more and more anxious to meet with him over the last few days, and
talks about him often.  I, too, am anxious to ask him about my sudden
erectile dysfunction.

   I'm finally home from work on Wednesday.  I sense how anxious Colette
is, because dinner is ready, and she's dressed quite nicely for a couples
counseling session.  She chose a nice dress with shades of purple and
off-white, she looks great in it, and sexy as hell.  Maybe she wants to try
again before we leave, but I've tried several times unsuccessfully to get
an erection, and it's not happening.

   At 6:45pm we get into our car and drive across town to the Professors
house.  He has a beautiful home that sits back from the road with a tall
hedge around it.  I was surprised to see a security gate with an intercom.
We pressed the button and spoke with a female who opened the gate to let us
in.  We parked and walked to the front door, and I noticed how private his
property actually is, since I couldn't see beyond the hedge any direction.

   Stacy, the same girl who was with the Professor at the Christmas dinner,
answered the door.  She was smiling and more social this time.  She led us
to a large family room where she offered us seating anywhere we wished. 
She said Professor Carter would he right with us, and stepped to a bar and
began making tea.  Colette and I sat on a sofa, and within moments Stacy
brought a tray with our teas to the sofa table in front of us.  She served
our teas explaining this is what the Professor wants us to drink prior to
the meeting.  She sat with us making small talk about the weather and the
Professors collections he kept in the room.  After 10 minutes, the
Professor came around the corner apologizing for a lengthy telephone call.
He sat in a chair facing us while we finished our tea, and joined in the
conversation about his collections.

   Another 10 minutes pass before the Professor stood and said let's get
started shall we.  He escorted us down the hallway to the very first door,
and ushered us inside.  When we stepped inside, there was a desk with 2 arm
chairs in front of it, and much like his office at school, he had a counter
behind his desk.  He had bookshelves along one wall with hundreds of books
and several framed certificates on the wall above the counter.  There was
already soft sounds playing in the background but this time, it sounded
like waves crashing onto rocks and seagulls squawking.  On the right side
of the room was a large canopy bed fully made up with nightstands on each
side.  There is a huge stone fireplace against the wall with a crackling
fire dividing the office area, and where the bed is.  The Professor
motioned toward the chairs...
Professor:
"Please take a seat, would either or you like more tea before we get

started?"
Wife:

   "No thank you, Professor Carter."
Me:

   "No thanks."
Professor:

   "Excuse me, what was that Bob?"
Me:

   "No thank you, Professor."

   The Professor sat down in a huge leather chair, then opens a folder
that's already lying on his desk.  I look around the room feeling more and
more intimidated by him.  I had thought he was like other academics, under
paid and under appreciated, but from what I see, that's not the case with
the Professor.  Looking to the right, I wonder why there's a bed in his
office when..
Professor:
"I often have company and need an extra bed for them.  I don't mind

sharing my office space when they're here Bob."

   I quickly look back at the Professor, who had seen me looking at the
bed.
Me:
"I'm sorry, I was just looking around.  You have a great place here

Professor."
Professor:
"Thank you Bobber, so let's get started.  Colette, have you made the

list I asked you for?"

   The Professor looked from me to my wife as he asked.  I don't remember
him asking for a list and surprised when my wife reached into her purse,
and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.  They both lean forward as she
hands it across the desk to him.  I look at her, and she doesn't look at
me, but stares at the Professor intently.  I look back at the Professor and
hear..
Professor:
"I see you've given this some thought Colette.  As you are fully aware,
some items can't be addressed, but most can be.  For instance, Bobs penis
size itself can't be helped.  But there are things that can do, for
instance, a penis extender.  They come in different sizes, and buying one
could increase Bobs penis to double its size, to say, 6 or 8 inches.  They
are designed to increase the pleasure for the woman, but usually decrease
satisfaction for the man.  This is all hypothetical, because it depends on

how well it's used."
Wife:

   "They really have such a thing Professor?"
Me:

   "What?  when did the size of my penis become an issue?"
Professor:
"Yes Colette, you can buy them online almost anywhere.  Another
advantage is that it may solve another problem you've listed.  Premature
ejaculation!  Since Bob will receive less pleasure, because the sheathing

of the extender reduces sensitivity, Bob may last longer."
Me:

   "Like I said, when did..."
Professor:
"Bob, you're interrupting, we're trying to solve two problems at once

here."
Me:

   "I know but...
Professor:
"Bobber, stop, close your mouth, take your right index finger and hold
it up to your lips and say, shh, then leave your finger there as a

reminder. I unconsciously put my finger to my lips and go, shh.  Then hold
it there.  Why would I do that, and even worse, why do I feel like I'm
supposed to do it.  I decided to listen to them and take notes, so I can
ask questions later.  My wife speaks up..
Wife:
"I can see how that might work Professor Carter.  Maybe getting one of

those, I can finally have a real orgasm."
Professor:
"I'll give you a website where you can order one.  Now let's see, you
have added he isn't getting an erection lately regardless how much you try
to help.  Like we discussed Monday.  Once a smaller sized man is confronted
about his size, he often feels unworthy, whether its consciously, or
unconsciously, the effect is the same.  It's not that he doesn't understand
your need, it's just that he's ashamed he's not fulfilling it.  It's
sometimes sad when the under-endowed finally realize their shortcomings, so

to speak."

   I'm embarrassed enough finding out I'm not big enough, but now we need
to find ways to fix it.  I care because it's affected our love making, so
I'm willing to do what I need to do.

   Every time I start to interject something, I can't get it out.  I'm
getting more and more frustrated that I can't remove my finger from my
lips, and every time I try to speak it comes out as, shh.
Wife:
"What are we to do Professor Carter?  I can't get this off my mind, and

I want good sex so badly it's driving me crazy."
Professor:
"I understand how you must feel Colette.  Poor performance during sex

can be very frustrating.  Bob shake your head yes if you agree!"

   I, um, then shake my head in agreement.
Professor:
"I thought so, let's see what we can do with Bob here.  Bob, since your
right hand is busy, use your left hand and pull your penis out and get it
hard.  Colette, why don't you kneel down in front of Bob to help him out.
If he gets hard, you'll be there ready to give him a blow job.  All men

love a good blow job, so that should be a good incentive."

   Hell no, I have no intention of pulling my penis out.  I fumble with my
belt, even as my wife is getting on her knees in front of me.  Nothing he
can say will make me pull my penis out, as I unzip my pants and reach
inside.  It's completely ridiculous to think I'll do anything like that
here in the Professor -(TM)s office, as I hold my penis and begin pulling
on it between my thumb and forefingers.  I look at my wife as she stares
waiting for me to harden.  She just said how desperately she needs good
sex, so I quickly yank up and down on my penis.  I try harder and speed up,
and it still stays soft and just wiggles around.  My face reddens as I try
to get it hard.  I squeeze it, and wave it from the base.  I try to milk it
upward, and even try just lightly playing with the head to get it hard.  I
see the disappointment in my wife's eyes as she waits patiently..
Professor:
"I see what you mean Colette, I think it's actually shrunken some since
he started.  Bob, don't you want to see your wife satisfied?  Shake yes,

unless you don't care!"

   While trying harder than ever, I began shaking my head yes while my
fingers are stroking my soft penis with abandon, and looking into my wife
eyes.  I can see the disappointment and feel so ashamed.
Professor:
"Don't stop trying Bob but Colette, go ahead and take your seat.  It's
clear Bob isn't able to achieve an erection.  I think it's best we take
some time I speak with each of you individually, without fear of hurting

Bobs feelings, I'm sure you understand and agree, don't you Colette?"
Wife:

   "Yes Professor Carter, I hate seeing Robert having such problems."
Professor:

   "Bobber, don't stop trying to get an erection, but come along with me."

   I stood, and my pants fall to my ankles and I find myself having to
shuffle along behind the Professor.  Left-handed stroking my soft penis,
and still holding my right index finger to my lips, saying Shh as I follow.
We go down the hall, and he leads me to the same couch where we sat
earlier.
Professor:
"Bobber, take a seat here and continue trying to get hard for Colette. I
appreciate your cooperation in keeping quiet and letting Colette work
through her problems.  Let's see, Stacy, come in here and sit with Bobber.

Make sure he has everything he needs."

   I watch as the Professor walks back down the hall, just as Stacy sits
down in the chair directly across from me.  I don't look into her eyes as
she crosses her legs, causing her already short skirt to expose a thigh
completely.  I sneak a look hoping it will help my penis harden, and I
double the effort.  I have my thumb and fingers flying, but I still can't
seem to get it firm enough not to flop about.  I have to slow once in a
while so my arm doesn't cramp up from continually trying to jerk my penis.
Another 10 minutes pass, and sadly I haven't succeeded in getting myself
hard enough to fuck my wife.

   I'm becoming more and more frustrated, and embarrassed with Stacy
watching me so closely.  Once in a while she would check out her manicure,
or twist her long blonde hair out of boredom.  Something hit the wall
behind the couch, along with some type of squeal.  I stop momentarily and
look at Stacy, and she's looking up at the wall, so she must have heard
something as well.  Then another bump on the wall, and this time Stacy
lifts a finger to her lips and goes, Shh.  Then lowers her hand, makes a
fist, and jerks it up and down.  I begin rubbing my penis again.  Suddenly,
we both hear a loud moan followed by a rhythm of bumps banging the wall
behind me.  The wall dividing this room from the Professor -(TM)s office.
It continues, as does the moaning, and I suddenly realize what I hear.  I
recognize the moans as the moans of pleasure that come from my wife, when
she is edging an orgasm.  The bumping continues and then I distinctly hear
Colette -(TM)s voice saying, "Yes, Yes", over and over between loud moans.

   I look at Stacy, who -(TM)s staring at me, and notice my penis
hardening. I can now wrap my hand around it, and actually stroke it.  I
begin jerking it, and within a few strokes its harder than it's been in
many years.  While stroking it, I realize I'm stroking in time with the
bumping against the wall, and moans coming from my wife.  I can't recall
ever hearing Colette screaming out the way she is now.  Suddenly I
distinctly hear her scream, "I'm cumming" and her words change to a squeal.
I look at Stacy, who -(TM)s still watching me stroke.  Her fingers are
tapping the arm of the chair impatiently.  I squeeze my penis hard and
stroke faster, and suddenly I cum.  I don't stop as the rope of cum shoots
onto the coffee table.  I continue, and feel throb after throb, and spurt
after spurt of my cum being flung about.  A loud moan escapes my lips, and
I continue stroking.  I hear the bumping stop and a loud groan, and I know
the Professor is cumming inside my wife.  My mind is racing with emotion,
and my hand is again stroking fast and hard.  My penis is now semi-hard,
but I feel so incredibly horny.  I desperately want to cum again, even
though it's only been a moment since I had.

   I can't stop thinking of the Professors cock pumping his cum into my
wife, and her screams of pleasure.  It quiets down, but my hand still grips
my member stroking.  I can't help myself, and don't want to stop.  My penis
has never been this hard, and I've never heard my wife scream with such
pleasure, and the amount of cum that's jettisoned from me was the most
ever. Yet here I am stroking hard again wanting more.

   While I continue stroking my semi-hard penis I'm hornier than I've ever
been, or in longer than I can remember.  I find myself feeling grateful the
Professor has cured my erection problem.  I hear footsteps coming down the
hall then the Professor walks past.  He's naked and walking away from me,
and I notice how fit he is.  He must work out because he seems muscular
across his shoulders.  He disappears around the far corner and I glance
back at Stacy.  She is still sitting there watching me while I continue
slowly stroking myself.  She can't be more than 19 or 20 at the most, and
seems just as fit as the Professor.  I watch him walk back into the room
carrying a carafe of water.  I see his cock swinging back and forth, as he
steps our way.  He's only semi-hard and his cock is still larger than my
fully erect penis.  The Professor stops next to Stacy's chair, and he runs
his fingers through her hair.  She looks at his cock, then leans toward it,
kissing his cock directly on the tip of its head.
Professor:

   "I see Bob has made a mess of things out here."
Stacy:

   "Yes he has Professor."
Professor:

   "How many times has he cum?"
Stacy:

   "Just once so far Professor."

   The Professor looked at me, I was still stroking my penis and can't
stop. I would like to stop, but I desperately want to cum.  My emotions are
confusing at the moment because I feel so grateful to the Professor in one
way, and upset in another.  But the overwhelming feeling I have, is making
sure I'm doing exactly what he wants me to do.  When I think of him in the
other room fucking my wife, I stroke faster and harder.  The Professor
walks toward me, and I see the size of his cock much closer.  He's standing
over me a few feet away, and I see his cock twitch up and down, and I swear
I saw it grow.  Then he said...
Professor:
"Bobber, I knew we could get you hard again one way or another.  Are you

happy with the progress?  Shake your head yes unless you're not."

   I begin shaking my head yes, and shh comes out as I squeeze my penis and
stroke.
Professor:
"Good, I knew we were getting somewhere this evening.  You need to clean
up this mess before you make another.  You know how that's done don't you,

Bobber?"

   I think about it for only a split-second, and for some unknown reason
know.  While staring directly at the Professors semi-hard cock, that's now
twice the length and girth as mine, I stick out my tongue in a licking
motion, and say, shh.
Professor:
"Good that you remember, but from now on don't let it just lie there. 
Clean up messes like that as soon as you're finished cumming.  Or anybody

finishes for that matter.  Understood Bobber?"

   I shake my head yes as I slide off the couch to the floor, and hover
over the coffee table.  As I take my first lick at the string of cum lying
there, I see the Professor walking back to the hallway.
Professor:

   "Stacy, make sure he gets it all.  If I fuck her again, you may cum."
Stacy:

   "Thank you, Professor."

   I hate that I'm licking up my cum, and can't remember a single time in
my life wanting to taste it.  I try not to look at Stacy, not wanting her
to see me degrading myself this way.  I search out each rope of cum or
droplet, and lick it up.  The taste for some reason is nothing like I
expected.  Why wouldn't women want to taste this.  It's wonderful and I try
to pinpoint the exact flavor.  I pause and lick my lips, letting my taste
buds examine it.
Stacy:

   "Strawberries and cream."

   I look her way and yes, epiphany, that's it, that's exactly the flavor I
taste.  It's wonderful.  I search for more and lick even the smallest of
droplets.  Then looking at the glass-top coffee table and see a smears from
a previous lick, and lick again.  I taste it, even the smallest amount
tastes wonderful.  I continue till I no longer detect the flavor, and the
table is completely clean.

   I sit back down, left hand gripping my penis and right index finger at
my lips keeping me quiet.  I'm slowly stroking and waiting.  Listening to
hear if the Professor will fuck my wife again.  As I stroke, I feel so
happy for her to finally be satisfied sexually, after so many years of
frustration.  I watch the minute hand on the clock on the mantel slowly
change.  Stacy sits patiently and watches me, while she twirls a strand of
her hair.

   Finally, after 34 minutes I hear a loud moan of ecstasy coming from my
wife.  I grip my penis harder and squeeze.  I begin stroking more seriously
now, and suddenly see Stacy stand.  As I stroke, I watch Stacy unbutton the
front of her dress.  When she gets to the bottom button, she lets the dress
fall to the floor.  There was no way I could have known, but she was
completely naked beneath her dress.  As I stroke hard, she sat down and lay
back into the chair.  Her legs spread, and stretched out in front of her. I
watch her hand reach for her waiting pussy.  Her fingers begin rubbing her
clit wildly, and I stroke a few quick ones watching.

   As we hear the first bump on the wall, I squeeze hard, and Stacy lets
out her own moan.  I hear Stacy whispering "Oh Professor" and I jerk my
penis hard.  Soon we hear the rhythm, the bumping and moaning, and I match
the rhythm with my stokes.  Shorty I hear both my wife and Stacy's moans in
sync, and increase in intensity.

   Another 20 minutes pass, and my arm is tiring from yanking so hard on my
penis.  Stacy is frantically rubbing her pussy and moaning out.  She's
calling out "Professor" over and over.  Her eyes are glued to my hand
stroking, when suddenly we hear my wife scream out so loud we pause, and
hear her begin crying tears of joy, and we continue.  Stacy -(TM)s fingers,
and my hands are flying over ourselves when we hear the Professor gasp and
moan.  I feel my orgasm explode, and a string of cum land across my face.
Stacy is screaming out and I see her fingers flying, and her legs begin to
tremble.  Then she presses hard on her clit, enjoying her orgasm.  She cums
hard, and I continue spurting my cum over myself and the leather couch.

   Finally, when my wife and the Professor quiet down we pause.  Both
softly moaning and coming down from our orgasms.  We sit for a few moments
then I watch Stacy wiping her pussy, and bringing her hand to her lips
licking.  Each time a followed by soft moan.  I bring my hand to my lips
and lick the sweet flavor of strawberries and cream.  We both sit and lick,
gathering whatever sweet cum we can find, then I see Stacy slip to the
floor.  She turns to face the chair and I watch her lower to the seat and
lick it.  I too, get down and start licking the strands and droplets that
have landed here and there.  I lick until I can no longer taste its
sweetness before siting again.  My hand still firmly wrapped around my
penis.  Stacy sits in the chair, her legs crossed watching me.

   I feel a cramp in my hand and release my penis.  Opening my hand and
working the fingers open and closed.  Only seconds pass, and I can fight it
no longer, and grasp my penis again.  Another 10 minutes pass and we hear
foot falls again.  The Professor steps back into the room carrying a small
glass of water.  He sips and looks at both of us sitting spent.  He's
wearing a robe that's tied around the waist, and as he walks over to stand
beside the chair where Stacy sits, he opens the robe exposing his now
softer cock.  Again I watch Stacy lean over and kiss the Professors cock
head.  He looks at her, her nipples are still hard and her large breasts
rise and fall slowly.  She looks up into his eyes lovingly and kisses the
head again.  He pats the top of her head and turns, then steps to where I
sit on the couch.  He stands close, and I see him look around, probably
looking for any mess.  Then...
Professor:
"Bobber, if you would like to thank me for helping Colette this evening
you may remove your finger and do so, otherwise your silence is

appreciated."

   I finally, after close to two hours, pull my finger from my lips, still
grasping my penis with my left hand.  I look up at the Professor who is
looking down at me.
Me:

   "Thank you Professor, for helping Colette and I with our problem."

   The Professor stands silently, then he parts his robe, exposing his semi
soft cock and waits.  I wait a few seconds, then lean forward to him, and
kiss his cock head.  I feel a chill run through me and clinch my penis,
feeling it throb in my grip.  The Professor steps away letting his robe
fall closed, and stands by the coffee table.
Professor:

   "Stacy, check on your mother."

   I watch Stacy walk naked to the Ar-moire against the wall on the left,
between the couch and chairs.  She stands directly in front, grabs the door
handles, and slowly opens the double doors.  As Stacy pushes each door back
around to the side, I'm shocked to see what's inside.  On the shelf where I
would have expected to see a television, was a middle-aged blonde haired
women kneeling naked.  Her knees were spread wide apart, and sitting back
onto her ankles with her hands on her knees.  I looked at her face, her
lips were quivering, and she stared off into the distance.  Then her eyes
moved and focused on the Professor till Stacy stepped in front of her, then
she looked Stacy in the eye.  I looked down and saw a thin string of sticky
juice hanging down from her pussy to a small puddle that had accumulated
under her.  I watched as Stacy reached for a small sports cup with a straw,
and held it up to her mothers lips.  The woman sipped through the straw for
several gulps before stopping.  Stacy set the cup back down beside her
mother, then picked up and soft cloth and patted her forehead with it.  The
Professor turned and walked back down the hallway.
Professor:
"Stacy, leave it open, get dressed and make some tea.  Bobber, stand up,

stop stroking and follow me."

   I stood up and stopped stroking for the first time in hours.  I reached
down and lifted my pants up, and held them up while following the Professor
back into his office.  When we entered, Colette was seated in one of the
chairs as she was when I left.
Professor:

   "Take a seat Bobber."

   I sat down and looked at my wife.  Her hair was a mess and makeup
smeared.  Lipstick was spread out around her lips, and her eyes were glazed
over.  On the desk were the white satin panties with a pink bow that have a
matching sexy little bustier.  Colette always wears them on special
occasions, like birthdays, or our anniversary.
Professor:
"Colette as you can see, Bobs penis is fully hard and ready.  And, he's

cum twice in the other room while getting it hard."
Wife:

   "Thank you, Professor Carter.  It seems even larger than normal now."

   Looking around the room I see the bed is completely disheveled with
pillows on the floor.  The Professor is wearing a robe and naked under it.
I can smell the scent of sex in the room and for some strange reason that I
can't fathom, I still feel grateful.  In some ways I think I should be
furious, but each time I begin to get upset, something inside me changes to
calm and appreciative.  He turns back to the counter and grabs a different
CD then hands it to Colette.
Professor:
"Play this CD during the day.  Set it to repeat so it continues.  Then
at night continue using the one you have for sleeping.  Do you need more

tea yet?"
Wife:

   "We have enough for a few more days Professor Carter."
Professor:
"When do you want to come back for another session Colette?  They seem

to be working quite well."
Wife:

   "As soon as possible Professor Carter."
Me:

   "Maybe we should wait and see what happens.  Give it some time Colette."

   The Professor sat back in his chair and waited for Colette to respond.
He looked at me and I felt as though I was being selfish.  Colette looked
at me.
Wife:

   "I don't know Robert, I would hate to delay progress."
Professor:
"Colette is correct about delaying progress Bob, for instance, look at

your penis, it's already shrinking down to almost nothing!"

   I looked down, and he was right.  My penis which was rock hard only a
moment ago, had already softened.  Colette was frowning and I felt ashamed.
I quickly looked at the Professor.
Me:
"Professor, I was so ready to go home and show Colette everything is

fine now.  What do you suggest?"

   The Professor thought for a moment before leaning forward.
Professor:
"First, start jerking it to get it hard again, just to prove you can

satisfy Colette before it diminishes completely."

   I quickly began rubbing my penis again using my fingers.  I was
embarrassed that it did not respond.  While I kept working at it, the
Professor turned around getting more tea together and putting it into a
small bag.  I was desperately trying to stroke my penis, but the most that
was happening was it flopping around.  Finally, the Professor turned back
around.
Professor:
"I see it's not working Bobber so stop for now.  Colette, here is
another supply of tea just in case.  Now, Bobber, would you please go over
to the bed, somewhere in there is Colette -(TM)s panties.  And if you think
you may become aroused, go ahead and jerk it to get it hard again.  While

you're busy doing that Colette and I will schedule follow-up appointments."

   I stood up without hesitation and held my pants up with one hand.  I
looked first at the Professor, then Colette, then walked to bed.  I pull
the top sheet back.  When I look down at the bottom sheet, I see it's
totally wet and spotted across the middle.  I've never seen anything like
it before.  When we make love there's either nothing, or at the most a few
small damp spots, but this is completely different.  There's even white
globs of the Professors cum that hasn't soaked into the sheet yet.  It must
have spilled out of my wife as she lay there.  I suddenly felt my penis
throb and looked, I could see it growing right before my eyes.  I reached
down and grabbed it, giving it a few yanks and it was instantly erect.  I
happily turned to my wife, and saw her sitting on the Professors lap,
locked in a kiss.  I was dumbfounded that they would blatantly do that
right in front of me.  I started to speak, but suddenly couldn't think of
what to say.  I continued looking through the bed, and finally found the
panties near the foot, under the blanket.

   I walked back toward the Professor and my wife, and she got off his lap
and sat back on the chair.  I took a seat with my penis hard as a rock.
Professor:
"Good job Bobber.  We -(TM)ve set up the next session for Monday evening
here.  Bobber, fasten your pants.  You've proved yourself capable of
getting hard, but since you've sat down it's already begun to shrink

again."

   I stood, tucked in my shirt and fastened my pants.  The Professor was
right, my penis had already begun to shrink.  I sat back down when finished
and waited.

   The Professor stood up and motioned us out of the office and down the
hallway.  We came into the large living room where Stacy was still standing
next to the Ar-moire naked with her mother kneeling on the shelf inside.  I
watched my wife look their direction with no reaction whatsoever.  I stared
thinking it was something different, and wondering why they would remain
like that.  As we walked past the fireplace, and toward the door, I glanced
at the pictures on the mantle.  I was surprised to see a family portrait of
the Professor, the woman kneeling in the Ar-moire and Stacy.  Another
picture showed the three of them at a graduation, and yet another was a
older wedding portrait of the Professor and the kneeling woman.  As we
left, the Professor shook our hands.
Professor:
"Colette, Bobber, I'll see you both Monday evening at 7 pm.  We'll work

on some other items on your list Colette.  Good night."
Me:

   "Good night Professor, and thank you."
Wife:

   "Good night, Professor Carter."

   As we turned to leave the Professor began closing the door and I heard..
Stacy:

   "They seem nice, daddy."
Professor:

   "Yes they are, now help your mother down, so she can change the sheets."

   I paused a moment, then we both walked to the car.  Once driving home.
Wife:

   "I think things are really going well, and getting better!"
Me:

   "Me too dear."
   End