Free ThePleasureDevice by Regina Kammer

the best time of year to be here, really. He
says California can wait for January.”
    Julius smiled—and when he did, the lady smiled back at him,
an expression he swore was tinged with invitation.
    “Mrs. Phillips, please do not think me impertinent, but I
must ask.” He leaned over, his elbows on his knees, further masking his growing
erection. “Are you and your husband intimate when he is present?”
    “Intimate?” She looked genuinely confused at the question. “We
share all our secrets. How do you mean?”
    “I mean in the marriage bed. Do you spend time together in
bed, your bodies joined intimately?”
    Mrs. Phillips’ blush only heightened her perfect features. “Yes,
Dr. Christopher. We have a very close relationship in that regard.”
    “Very good, very good.” For the first time in a very long
time, Julius found himself feeling a bit self-conscious. He drew in a breath
and reminded himself he was a doctor treating a patient, no matter how
exquisite she was, no matter how strong his desire. “I would imagine that you
are finding yourself slightly bereft of your husband’s presence and affections.
You miss him and your relationship with him, especially during this most
important time in your daughter’s life. What I find helps in this type of
situation is stimulation of the senses, re-enlivening them, if you will. I can
provide this treatment myself but what I would prefer to do is to provide you
with the tools to help yourself. When you are feeling disquieted, this
technique will invigorate you.”
    “Oh yes, please. Lady Banbury had mentioned you knew special
methods to help women.”
    “Yes, well…” He really needed to stop hemming and hawing. “I
use what is called pelvic massage. It is traditionally a treatment for hysteria
but I find that it helps for other psychic maladies as well.”
    “Pelvic massage? Where? On the hips?”
    “No, madam.” Julius inhaled, his breath shuddering in his
lungs. “Between the legs. At the apex of the thighs.” He indicated on his own
person, attempting to simultaneously cover the insistent bulge.
    Mrs. Phillips blushed crimson. “Dr. Christopher, do you mean
where my husband and I touch my body for my pleasure?”
    Julius could not believe what he had just heard. “Your
husband touches you there? May I ask more details about where?” He sensed he
needed to dampen his enthusiasm from the astonished look on her face. “Please
do not be insulted. I only inquire as I have never heard any woman state this.”
    She shifted in her chair uncomfortably and could not look
Julius in the eye. “He places his hand here,” she indicated between her thighs,
“and rubs a sensitive spot until I have…” she hesitated, glancing up at him for
the briefest of seconds, “spent and am ready for him to take his own
satisfaction.”
    Good God! “And please, I find this a most unusual
activity for husbands, I must ask, how did he come to know this?”
    Mrs. Phillips glanced up again, perhaps emboldened by the
doctor’s admission of surprise. “He confessed to me that his father arranged
for him to visit a woman—a courtesan—for his first time, when he was becoming a
man. She taught him.” Mrs. Phillips chuckled. “She taught him a great deal. I
will say, Doctor, I am aware that my marriage is somehow different.”
    “And your husband taught this to you as well?”
    “Yes.”
    “So you pleasure yourself, Mrs. Phillips?” Julius tried to
steady his breathing.
    She seemed a tad breathless herself. “Yes, Dr. Christopher.”
    It was the right thing and the wrong thing to say. He could
not get the image of the lady stroking herself to orgasm out of his mind.
    “Mrs. Phillips, my treatment for a woman complaining of your
symptoms would be to release pent-up frustrations with manual stimulation. Are
you pleasuring yourself in this manner?”
    “Yes, Doctor.”
    “With what frequency?”
    “Every other day, sometimes every day.”
    Julius swallowed hard