Lily engulfed me with another of her huge hugs and exclaimed “if I thought that divorce was a real danger, I never would begin to entertain thoughts of other partners. But I’m glad you’re aware that there is a danger there, and so am I. What’s next is the practical step of finding ‘the man’ who’s going to fuck me, and how that’s all going to happen. We need professional help. So I’ve made an appointment with a sex therapist, a doctor here in the city, to get some advice.”
I hugged her back. Ever practical, ever organized, ever sexy. My Lily.
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Dr. Jennifer Tran turned out to be delightfully professional, frank, sympathetic and helpful. She was Vietnamese, and she told us she was originally one of the boat people who escaped (as a baby) after the fall of Saigon. And now she is here, an expert, in Canada. She listened with attention as Lily and I worked through our problem, the solution we had come to accept, and our request for help and advice.
“Believe me, you’re not alone!” Dr. Tran emphasised. “There are a variety of reasons for couples to seek what I call ‘extra’ sex. Sometimes the husband (or more rarely the wife) has simply lost libido, or the wife may have become dissatisfied with her mate’s ability to perform. Whatever. In your case there is obviously no emotional disfunction or lack of affection, but simply a physical disability. It appears to be a permanent disability, but that is not certain, so I would not recommend castration for David to reduce his sexual yearnings. His love for you, his sexual feelings, are very important to both of you.”
“Absolutely right,” replied my dear Lily. “I love David to pieces, and this whole mess has been very upsetting for him — and for me! I won’t allow the act of my fucking other men to hurt him further.”
Dr. Tran continued, “absolutely right. David must be part of the team, part of the process that culminates with you, Lily, on a bed, naked, with another man’s big stiff cock in you. Might as well be frank about it — the purpose here is finding safe, consensual, satisfying extramarital fucking. You need to go on the pill right away, Lily — I’ll write you a prescription.” She paused, while she filled out the prescription form and handed it to Lily. “First, what we need to concentrate on is the search for those other men, and secondly the selection of suitable mates and weeding out of undesirables. For the search, three possible avenues. First, Lily, I sense that you have not had experience of multiple partners. Do you have any girl friends who are or were promiscuous?”
Lily thought for a long minute or two. “Um, I guess I know two women who would fall into that category, but I haven’t seen either of them in quite some time. And no, I have never been promiscuous. As he knows, David was not my first lover, but I have had them only one at a time. And since David, there has only been David. And I wish there could only ever be David, but that’s not what life has dished up for us.”
“If your friends are based in the city, phone each of them up and ask them to join you, Lily, for a coffee or something. Be frank with them, explain your situation, and ask their advice about looking for possible mates, and maybe some introductions. Second avenue — do you know the free newspaper ‘Then’?”
I replied, “Yeah, we’ve seen it, but we don’t read it very often.”
Dr. Tran suggested, “time you started! Here’s a copy.” She handed me a newspaper. “The paper has a classified section that is full of ads for ‘discreet encounters’ between people of various sexual persuasions. Some of them are thinly disguised ads by hookers wanting to sell sex, but there are others placed by people in situations like yours. Replies go to box numbers at the paper, so it’s confidential. The Bulls, or Alpha males looking for sex, frequent these pages. You can draft an ad and will make Lily sound tempting (that won’t be hard!!) and see what response you get. You’ll be surprised.”
I had found the classified section in ‘Then’. “Wow!” I exclaimed, “are there ever a lot of ads here!”
“You can have fun together later drafting your ad to make Lily really shine!” Dr. Tran smiled. “Make sure you ask for pictures of the men who answer your ad, if you make any further contact with them — a head-shot and a dick-pic. And evidence of a recent STD test. Now, third avenue — do you know the nightclub called ‘Kupid’s Korner’? Dumb name, I realize.”
We both stared dumbly at the doctor, shaking our heads. “It’s a club with a difference. Well, really, lots of differences. It’s a place where Bulls can find nice sexual partners, so it’s kind of a couples-forming club. It’s also for swingers. You can be sure that everyone who’s at the club is there for the express purpose of getting laid. And it’s a real club — a membership fee is charged, and only members are admitted. And it’s a bareback club, which means that all its members must be recently tested for STDs and carry their test results with them, so no need for condoms. There are some private ‘intimacy’ rooms in the club that can be claimed, first come (pardon the pun!) first served, to have sex. Here’s an introduction.” She handed me a card. “Go try it out. Lily is so attractive that she’ll have no problem getting lots and lots of attention. Dress sluttishly — sexy and revealing. No underwear. Probably you’d want to plan to meet a prospect, get to know him a little bit. And if you decide he’s nice you would dance with him, have some drinks, and then take him to a hotel room for the night. There’s a bunch of hotels nearby that you could use — book a room in advance, it’s an investment. If the night pans out well, you’d probably want to try to exchange phone numbers and have a repeat encounter. Or two. Or three.”
I looked at Lily, who was blushing, probably realizing as I did the enormity of the tasks before us. Dr. Tran concluded, “I know that this is an awful lot to take in, and I want to emphasize that I’m always here to answer questions. Lily particularly — I’d like you to come and tell me the results of your coffee dates. And I’d like to look over your ad, before you place it, and at another meeting I’d like to vet the responses to the ad — I know about some bulls you should avoid. Maybe you could both come to that meeting.”
“I suppose that if either of us has a male friend, we could sound him out about becoming sexually involved with us?” I asked.
“Absolutely no problem, except that you’d be publicising your situation among your friends unless the man you approach is very discreet. Good luck, and happy hunting!”
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The next days were a flurry of activity. Lily had to start on the pill at the correct time in her cycle, and we both had to be tested for STDs (both negative, natch). We e-mailed Kupid’s Korner with the doctor’s introduction, and they sent us a pair of application forms, which we filled out and returned with the membership fee, photographs and our STD results. The club told us we had to be vetted (they had Dr. Tran’s intro) and that the process would take up to a couple of weeks. Lily emailed her old friends, gave them some hints about the help we needed, and set up two lunch dates. What a lot of activity! I could easily tell that Lily was getting excited with anticipation, and cheerful about the prospect of having frequent fucking, soon. And rather than jealousy, I was filled with happiness at the thought of the sexual fulfillment that Lily was expecting; although it was beyond my powers to give it to her. I would help her in any way I could.