Art of Seduction

"I've never had an orgasm." Sharon said in a sad voice to the family therapist, the sessions of which she had been visiting with her husband. They were having troubles in their family life and Sharon thought it would be a good idea to try to save their marriage by turning to a family therapist.

Sharon and her husband Jacob were having real problems concerning their sexual life. Jerry was the CEO of the successful and famous company; Fame Exchange Corporation. He spent his days working and also on business trips. He was, to put it mildly, a bit unromantic about sex and could never satisfy Sharon in bed. All he could do in sex was to fuck her in the missionary position due to his exhaustion. Jacob was handsome and muscular, but work stress takes most of his strength, leaving him little to satisfy his wife. All Sharon's attempts to spice up their sex life failed.

This was a separate session and Sharon was alone in Dr. Edward's office. He was listening to her very attentively. Asking questions occasionally.

"Jacob doesn't seem to care about me having an orgasm and I must say I've never had an orgasm in my life." Sharon said in a sad, trembling voice and it seemed she was on the verge of crying.

"Well, I don't know, maybe it's not him, maybe it's just all my fault, I just don't know what to do."

"Well, we could try a therapy that could help." Dr. Edward said and looked straight into Sharon's eyes.

"What therapy, what do you mean?" Sharon asked with hope in her voice.

"Well, you see, this therapy implies that you should entirely trust your doctor and do whatever he says." Mr. Edward said making sure his words had an effect on her.

"I am willing to do anything to experience this damned orgasm, I am tired of reading women's books about all the women in the world having an orgasm except me!" Sharon said in an angry voice.

"So, let's start our therapy then, get up from the chair and lay on the table, let me lock the door so that no one bothers us." Mr. Edward stood up from the chair and marched to the door as if he was sure Sharon would exactly what he told her.

Sharon paused for a moment but then decide to do what the doctor told her. She rose from the chair and lay on the table. Mr. Edward locked the door and approached her. Sharon was in her mid twenties, she had been married for over three years now, all those three years she didn't know what quality sex meant and orgasm was just out of the question. Dr. Edward knew that, when her husband Jacob Sims attended his session, Dr. Edward easily found out that Jacob was having problems with the amount of effort he put in sex.

Dr. Edward approached Sharon and started taking her skirt off, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" Sharon asked but didn't show any resistance.

"Yes, we are, I have to find out whether you can have an orgasm."

With these words Dr. Edward took off Sharon's skirt and than her panties, in her mid-twenties, Sharon had a nice body, she had long legs, moderate sized boobs, beautiful face, and an extremely sexy body physique.

Dr. Edward finally got Sharon nude and looked at her pussy. Sharon's pussy was half shaved, she had a pretty bunch of hair on her pubis area, but the area near her clit and her pussy lips was absolutely neat and clear.

Dr. Edward knew perfectly what a woman needed to reach an orgasm so he started rhythmically and methodically. He brought his tongue to her pussy and started licking it slowly making sure his saliva was making her pussy as wet as possible, in a minute he positioned his tongue to her clit and started licking that area over. Sharon started trembling, her husband Jacob didn't even know where clit was located and he didn't even want to know. Dr. Edward on the opposite knew a woman's body like the palm of his hand and it was easy for him to make Sharon feel good. His tongue was skillfully working on her clit and Sharon was moaning louder and louder, in a few minutes he pushed his finger into her pussy and felt how wet it was, Sharon was leaking and she was leaking real hard. Mr. Edward's finger easily penetrated her pussy and started rubbing the upper wall trying to locate a g-spot, Sharon was on the verge, she started trembling and she was begging Mr.Edward to go on, he never stopped working on her clit while his finger was furiously rubbing the upper wall of her vagina, when Mr. Edward felt slight contractions of her pussy muscles he understood that the orgasm was nearing.

He took his pants off and out jumped his dick, which was fat and impressive, he brought it closer to her pussy and pushed it in one mighty thrust, Sharon arched her back and moaned, his dick was much bigger and fatter than his finger and she felt that difference, but her pussy was wet and easily welcomed his dick inside. Mr. Edward was now standing before Sharon with his dick inside her, she was just a few moments away from her first orgasm and he knew that. He spat on his thumb and put it on her clit, then he started simultaneously moving his dick inside her while his thumb was rhythmically massaging her clit. In a few minutes he was drilling her pussy and his balls were slapping against her ass, it seemed that his mighty dick was entirely filling every millimeter of her vagina, his big thumb started massaging her clit even more aggressively and in just a minute Sharon arched her back and screamed really loudly in ecstasy, if they were people waiting their turns in the lobby they sure heard the sound.

Sharon started cumming, it was the first orgasm in her life, her pussy muscles started contracting as if trapping Mr. Edward's dick inside. He knew she was cumming, so he started drilling her even harder feeling his dick being hugged and embraced by her pussy muscles. Sharon was thrashing like a fish in the net and it seemed her orgasm was never going to end, Mr. Edward was drilling her pussy harder and harder and started cumming too, his sperm flooded her pussy and Sharon started screaming even louder when she felt the liquid, the life juice of Mr. Edward filling and flooding her pussy. When Mr. Edward finally came he took his dick out and saw his sperm flowing out of Sharon's pussy. He took a napkin from the table and wiped his dick on it, then he let Sharon lay on the table motionless for some time and when she finally came to senses he pointed to the shower that was located in his office.

When Sharon got out of the shower she understood what she just did, she cheated on her husband with a doctor, a man who was supposed to save and revive their marriage passion. Although the orgasm that Doctor gave her was strong and intense, she could never feel it with her husband.

"So, can I go now?" Sharon asked and felt herself blushing.

"Yes, you may, and don't forget about our session on Friday." Dr. Edward said and smiled.

Sharon stepped out of his office and headed home. She was in a pretty good mood as a woman always is when she's just had an orgasm.

She was already looking forward to Friday's session and the mere thought of another orgasm was driving her crazy.

"I've never had an orgasm." Sharon said in a sad voice to the family therapist, the sessions of which she had been visiting with her husband. They were having troubles in their family life and Sharon thought it would be a good idea to try to save their marriage by turning to a family therapist.

Sharon and her husband Jacob were having real problems concerning their sexual life. Jerry was the CEO of the successful and famous company; Fame Exchange Corporation. He spent his days working and also on business trips. He was, to put it mildly, a bit unromantic about sex and could never satisfy Sharon in bed. All he could do in sex was to fuck her in the missionary position due to his exhaustion. Jacob was handsome and muscular, but work stress takes most of his strength, leaving him little to satisfy his wife. All Sharon's attempts to spice up their sex life failed.

This was a separate session and Sharon was alone in Dr. Edward's office. He was listening to her very attentively. Asking questions occasionally.

"Jacob doesn't seem to care about me having an orgasm and I must say I've never had an orgasm in my life." Sharon said in a sad, trembling voice and it seemed she was on the verge of crying.

"Well, I don't know, maybe it's not him, maybe it's just all my fault, I just don't know what to do."

"Well, we could try a therapy that could help." Dr. Edward said and looked straight into Sharon's eyes.

"What therapy, what do you mean?" Sharon asked with hope in her voice.

"Well, you see, this therapy implies that you should entirely trust your doctor and do whatever he says." Mr. Edward said making sure his words had an effect on her.

"I am willing to do anything to experience this damned orgasm, I am tired of reading women's books about all the women in the world having an orgasm except me!" Sharon said in an angry voice.

"So, let's start our therapy then, get up from the chair and lay on the table, let me lock the door so that no one bothers us." Mr. Edward stood up from the chair and marched to the door as if he was sure Sharon would exactly what he told her.

Sharon paused for a moment but then decide to do what the doctor told her. She rose from the chair and lay on the table. Mr. Edward locked the door and approached her. Sharon was in her mid twenties, she had been married for over three years now, all those three years she didn't know what quality sex meant and orgasm was just out of the question. Dr. Edward knew that, when her husband Jacob Sims attended his session, Dr. Edward easily found out that Jacob was having problems with the amount of effort he put in sex.

Dr. Edward approached Sharon and started taking her skirt off, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" Sharon asked but didn't show any resistance.

"Yes, we are, I have to find out whether you can have an orgasm."

With these words Dr. Edward took off Sharon's skirt and than her panties, in her mid-twenties, Sharon had a nice body, she had long legs, moderate sized boobs, beautiful face, and an extremely sexy body physique.

Dr. Edward finally got Sharon nude and looked at her pussy. Sharon's pussy was half shaved, she had a pretty bunch of hair on her pubis area, but the area near her clit and her pussy lips was absolutely neat and clear.

Dr. Edward knew perfectly what a woman needed to reach an orgasm so he started rhythmically and methodically. He brought his tongue to her pussy and started licking it slowly making sure his saliva was making her pussy as wet as possible, in a minute he positioned his tongue to her clit and started licking that area over. Sharon started trembling, her husband Jacob didn't even know where clit was located and he didn't even want to know. Dr. Edward on the opposite knew a woman's body like the palm of his hand and it was easy for him to make Sharon feel good. His tongue was skillfully working on her clit and Sharon was moaning louder and louder, in a few minutes he pushed his finger into her pussy and felt how wet it was, Sharon was leaking and she was leaking real hard. Mr. Edward's finger easily penetrated her pussy and started rubbing the upper wall trying to locate a g-spot, Sharon was on the verge, she started trembling and she was begging Mr.Edward to go on, he never stopped working on her clit while his finger was furiously rubbing the upper wall of her vagina, when Mr. Edward felt slight contractions of her pussy muscles he understood that the orgasm was nearing.

He took his pants off and out jumped his dick, which was fat and impressive, he brought it closer to her pussy and pushed it in one mighty thrust, Sharon arched her back and moaned, his dick was much bigger and fatter than his finger and she felt that difference, but her pussy was wet and easily welcomed his dick inside. Mr. Edward was now standing before Sharon with his dick inside her, she was just a few moments away from her first orgasm and he knew that. He spat on his thumb and put it on her clit, then he started simultaneously moving his dick inside her while his thumb was rhythmically massaging her clit. In a few minutes he was drilling her pussy and his balls were slapping against her ass, it seemed that his mighty dick was entirely filling every millimeter of her vagina, his big thumb started massaging her clit even more aggressively and in just a minute Sharon arched her back and screamed really loudly in ecstasy, if they were people waiting their turns in the lobby they sure heard the sound.

Sharon started cumming, it was the first orgasm in her life, her pussy muscles started contracting as if trapping Mr. Edward's dick inside. He knew she was cumming, so he started drilling her even harder feeling his dick being hugged and embraced by her pussy muscles. Sharon was thrashing like a fish in the net and it seemed her orgasm was never going to end, Mr. Edward was drilling her pussy harder and harder and started cumming too, his sperm flooded her pussy and Sharon started screaming even louder when she felt the liquid, the life juice of Mr. Edward filling and flooding her pussy. When Mr. Edward finally came he took his dick out and saw his sperm flowing out of Sharon's pussy. He took a napkin from the table and wiped his dick on it, then he let Sharon lay on the table motionless for some time and when she finally came to senses he pointed to the shower that was located in his office.

When Sharon got out of the shower she understood what she just did, she cheated on her husband with a doctor, a man who was supposed to save and revive their marriage passion. Although the orgasm that Doctor gave her was strong and intense, she could never feel it with her husband.

"So, can I go now?" Sharon asked and felt herself blushing.

"Yes, you may, and don't forget about our session on Friday." Dr. Edward said and smiled.

Sharon stepped out of his office and headed home. She was in a pretty good mood as a woman always is when she's just had an orgasm.

She was already looking forward to Friday's session and the mere thought of another orgasm was driving her crazy.

Sharon Sims stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse apartment, gazing out at the glittering Manhattan skyline. Her reflection stared back, a stunning beauty with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair, trapped in a life of luxury and loneliness.

She turned away, her eyes roaming over the lavish room, the masterpiece of her husband's success. Jacob Sims, the billionaire mogul, had given her everything except the one thing she craved most - passion.

Their marriage, a union of convenience, had become a gilded cage, suffocating her. The silence between them was deafening, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway, a constant reminder of their loveless existence.

Sharon's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Jacob entered, his chiseled features set in a stern expression, his eyes fixed on his phone. "Sharon, I have a meeting tonight. I'll be late."

She forced a smile, her heart heavy with resignation. "Of course, Jacob. I'll be here, waiting."

Their eyes met, but the connection was fleeting, a brief acknowledgment of their existence in each other's lives. Sharon felt like a trophy, a possession, not a wife.

As Jacob disappeared into his study, Sharon's gaze fell on the photo of their wedding day, a distant memory of a love that never was. She felt like a bird in a gilded cage, longing to fly away, to feel the rush of wind in her hair, to be free.

Their marriage had been arranged, and Jacob's only use for her was to look beautiful in front of business associates, it was like she was a mascot for his company.

Sharon's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Jacob's voice, distant and detached. "Sharon, have you finalized the guest list for the charity gala?"

She sighed, her heart heavy with resignation. "Yes, Jacob, I've taken care of it. As I always do."

"Good. I want to make a strong impression. Our reputation depends on it."

Sharon's eyes rolled, her frustration simmering. "Our reputation? You mean your reputation, don't you, Jacob?"

Jacob's expression remained unyielding. "What's the difference, Sharon? We're a team, a unit. Our success is tied together."

Sharon's laughter was bitter. "A team? You mean I'm a trophy, a accessory to your success? That's all I've ever been to you, Jacob."

Jacob's eyes narrowed, his voice cold. "That's not fair, Sharon. I've given you everything you could possibly want."

Sharon's eyes blazed with anger. "Everything except the one thing I crave most - your attention, your passion, your love."

The silence that followed was oppressive, the tension between them palpable. Jacob's eyes dropped, his gaze fixed on his phone, his escape from the uncomfortable truth.

Sharon's voice was barely above a whisper. "You're never here, Jacob. Even when you are, you're distant, detached. I'm living in a beautiful prison, a gilded cage, with no key to escape."

Jacob's response was dismissive. "You're being dramatic, Sharon. I have work to do, responsibilities to shoulder. You know that."

Sharon's eyes filled with tears, her heart heavy with sorrow. "I know that, Jacob. But what about my needs, my desires? Don't they matter?"

Jacob's expression softened, his voice a gentle rebuke. "Sharon, we'll get through this. I promise. But for now, I have to go."

And with that, he was back in his study, leaving Sharon alone in their lavish penthouse, a prisoner of her own desires.

Sharon's tears fell, her body shaking with sobs. She felt like a fragile vase, delicate and easily shattered. She couldn't remember the last time Jacob had held her, kissed her, or even looked at her with desire.

The sound of the doorbell broke the silence. Sharon's heart skipped a beat as she wiped her tears away. She didn't want to face anyone, especially not Jacob's business associate, Russell Harper, her ex-boyfriend. But fate had other plans.

"Sharon, it's Russell," Jacob's voice called out from the hallway. "He needs to discuss some business with me."

Sharon's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. Russell Harper, the ruthless billionaire, was the last person she wanted to see. But she had no choice. She had left him for Russell when her family had announced her marriage to Jacob. Although Russell was equally rich, he didn't hold a candle to Jacob's wealth.

"Send him in," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Russell entered, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her skin crawl. "Sharon, you look stunning, as always."

Sharon's smile was forced, her eyes flashing with warning. "Russell, please. We're not friends. You're here for business, not small talk."

Russell's chuckle was low and menacing. "Ah, but Sharon, we could be friends, if you'd let me in."

Sharon's heart raced as Russell's eyes roamed over her body, his gaze lingering on her curves. She felt like a prey, trapped and vulnerable.

"Jacob, please," she called out, her voice laced with desperation.

Jacob's voice was distant, detached. "I'll be right there, Sharon. Just a minute."

But Sharon knew she was on her own, at the mercy of Russell's whims. And she knew that her husband would never save her, not from the clutches of his own ambition.

Russell's eyes never left Sharon's face, his gaze piercing and intense. "You know, Sharon, I've always admired your beauty, your grace. But most of all, your strength."

Sharon's laughter was bitter. "Strength? You call this strength, Russell? Being trapped in a loveless marriage, a prisoner of luxury and privilege?"

Russell's smile was sly. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Sharon. You have the power to change your fate, to break free from the gilded cage that holds you captive."

Sharon's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. "And how do you propose I do that, Russell? With your help, I suppose?"

Russell's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Exactly, Sharon. Together, we could achieve great things. We could take down Jacob's empire, and build our own."

Sharon's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. She knew that Russell's words were laced with deceit, but a part of her was tempted, tempted to break free from the shackles of her marriage and forge her own path.

Jacob's voice interrupted the tension, his tone cold and detached. "Russell, we have business to discuss. Leave Sharon out of it."

Russell's smile never wavered. "Ah, but Sharon is already in it, Jacob. She's a pawn in our game, a game of power and seduction."

Sharon's eyes flashed with anger, her voice laced with venom. "I'm no pawn, Russell. I'm a queen, and I'll not be used by either of you."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Sharon knew that she had drawn a line, a line that neither Jacob nor Russell would cross. But she also knew that she had sparked a fire, a fire that would consume them all.

*

As Russell and Jacob departed the penthouse, the tension between them was palpable. Sharon watched them leave, her heart still racing from the encounter.

In the car, Russell's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pulled out his phone. "Jacob, I'll handle the negotiations with the investors. You focus on the financials."

Jacob nodded, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Fine. But don't think you're going to manipulate me, Russell. I know your game."

Russell's smile was innocent. "Game? I'm just trying to help, Jacob. You know I have your best interests at heart."

As Jacob's gaze remained fixed on the road, Russell's fingers flew across his phone's keyboard. He sent a text, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Think about what I said, Sharon. You deserve passion, desire, and intimacy. I can give you that. And so much more."

Sharon's phone buzzed in her hand, her heart skipping a beat as she read the text. Her eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications.

"Russell, you're playing with fire," she whispered to herself.

But a part of her was tempted, tempted by the promise of sexual intimacy, of desire and passion. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way she felt.

As the car pulled up to the office building, Jacob turned to Russell. "Let's get one thing clear, Russell. Sharon is off-limits. You touch her, and you're dead."

Russell's laughter was low and menacing. "Oh, Jacob. You have no idea what Sharon wants. And it's not you." The car door slammed shut.

Sharon's heart raced as she read Russell's text again. She knew she shouldn't be tempted, but a part of her was drawn to the promise of passion and desire.

"Think about what I said, Sharon. You deserve passion, desire, and intimacy. I can give you that. And so much more."

She felt a flutter in her chest, her mind racing with the possibilities. But she knew she couldn't betray Jacob's trust, no matter how empty their relationship felt.

Meanwhile, Jacob was oblivious to the secrets and lies that surrounded him. He was focused on his business, determined to succeed at any cost.

"Sharon, I'll be working late tonight," he said, barely looking up from his phone. "Don't wait up for me."

Sharon nodded, feeling a pang of loneliness. But she knew she had to keep her priorities straight.

As the day went on, Sharon found herself thinking about Russell's words. She couldn't deny the spark that had ignited between them. And then, her phone buzzed again. Another text from Russell.

"Meet me at the art gallery tonight. Come alone."

Sharon's heart skipped a beat. She knew she shouldn't go, but a part of her was curious.

"What do you want from me, Russell?" she texted back, her fingers trembling.

"I want to show you what you've been missing, Sharon. Passion, desire, intimacy. Come and see."

Sharon hesitated, her mind racing with the possibilities. But she knew she couldn't resist.

"Okay," she texted back, her heart racing with anticipation. "I'll be there."

*

Sharon's heart raced as she arrived at the art gallery. She had never been here before, but Russell's instructions were clear.

"Meet me at the Rothko exhibit. Come alone."

Sharon walked through the doors, her eyes scanning the room. And then, she saw him. Russell, standing in front of a vibrant Rothko painting, his eyes fixed on hers.

"Sharon," he said, his voice low and husky. "You look stunning."

Sharon felt a flutter in her chest, her mind racing with the possibilities. "Russell, what are we doing here?"

"I wanted to show you something," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Something that will change the way you see things."

He took her hand, leading her through the exhibit. They walked in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the art gallery.

"And what is it that you want me to see?" Sharon asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Russell stopped in front of a painting, his eyes burning with intensity. "This, Sharon. This is what I want you to see. Passion, desire, intimacy. It's all here, in this painting."

Sharon's eyes widened as she took in the vibrant colors, the bold brushstrokes. It was like nothing she had ever seen before.

"It's beautiful," she breathed.

Russell's eyes never left hers. "Yes, it is. Just like you."

Sharon felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew she shouldn't be here, but she couldn't resist the pull of Russell's eyes, the promise of passion and desire.

*

Meanwhile, Jacob sat at the conference table, his eyes fixed on the board of directors. They were discussing the company's latest move, a bold play to acquire a significant stake in the stock market.

"Gentlemen, we need to think about the long game here," Jacob said, his voice confident and assertive. "We're not just looking for a quick profit, we're looking to shape the market."

The board members nodded, their faces serious and focused. They knew Jacob's reputation, his ability to predict and manipulate the market.

"I agree," said one of the board members. "But we need to be careful. The risk is high, and we can't afford to lose."

Jacob smiled, his eyes glinting with determination. "That's why we have me. I know the market, I know the players. We'll make a killing, gentlemen. Mark my words."

The board members nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew Jacob's track record, his ability to deliver. And they were willing to take the risk, to follow him into the unknown.

As the meeting adjourned, Jacob felt a sense of satisfaction, a sense of control. He was the master of his universe, the king of the game. And nothing, not even Sharon's doubts and fears, could bring him down.

But little did Jacob know, his world was about to be turned upside down. Sharon's encounter with Russell was just the beginning, the spark that would ignite a firestorm of passion, desire, and betrayal.

As Jacob left the meeting room, he was met with a familiar face - his business partner and friend, Stanley.

"Jacob, great job in there," Stanley said, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "You always know how to work the room."

Jacob smiled, his confidence soaring. "Thanks, Stanley. I know what I'm doing. I've got a plan, and it's going to make us rich beyond our wildest dreams."

Stanley nodded, his expression serious. "I know you do, Jacob. But we need to be careful. There are rumors circulating that Russell is making a move, trying to take us down."

Jacob's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Russell? That arrogant prick? He thinks he can take us down? Ha! I'll crush him before he even gets close."

Stanley placed a hand on Jacob's shoulder, his voice cautionary. "Jacob, don't underestimate Russell. He's ruthless, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants."

Jacob shook off Stanley's hand, his eyes blazing with determination. "I'm not afraid of Russell. I'm afraid of no one. I'm the one in control here, Stanley. And don't you forget it."

Stanley nodded, his eyes never leaving Jacob's face. "I won't, Jacob. But just remember, pride comes before a fall."

Jacob's laughter was cold, calculated. "I'll never fall, Stanley. I'll always come out on top. That's what winners do."

As they walked down the hallway, Jacob's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his eyes scanning the screen.

"What is it?" Stanley asked, his voice curious.

Jacob's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "It's Sharon. She's texting me, wondering where I am."

Stanley raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing. "Ah, the lovely Sharon. How's that going, Jacob? Still got her under your thumb?"

Jacob's eyes flashed with anger, his voice low and menacing.

"Watch it, Stanley. Sharon is mine, and no one takes what's mine. No one."