Marital Mediator

By Randall S. Smith

Copyright 2012

All Rights Reserved

Brittany was a bad girl and in her mid-thirties. When she wasn't sabotaging co-workers' projects, she was screwing with her friends' relationships. Lying was her forte in life. The bigger the lie that she could pull off, the bigger the thrill. One time, she had persuaded her two girlfriends to help convince three men at a popular nightspot that they were all anesthesiologists who had just met at a medical convention. Another time, their story was that the trio had just met at a nearby funeral home, as each planned her late husband's burial. One of their favorite scams was presenting themselves as powerful attorneys, mixing business with pleasure. Her present con was posing as a spiritual leader volunteering at an inner-city helpcenter, helping with intervention for couples having marital problems. She had spent the prior few weeks mingling in the busy waiting room establishing credibility. Today she was sitting in one of the center's private conference rooms with Kayla and Justin, a

couple in their late twenties. We've been married ten years, and for the last two, our relationship has been platonic, complained Kayla. That's not unusual. Have you tried experimenting with different things? asked Brittany. Justin doesn't like to experiment. I'm beginning to wonder if there's another woman or if he's gay, said Kayla. How about that, Justin? Brittany asked. Are you gay? Is there another woman? No, I'm just bored, he said, with an air of indifference. Have you two considered trying an 'open marriage'? How about joining a swingers' club? No, we're not into those things, admitted Kayla. Do you agree, Justin? Would visiting a nudist colony for couples alleviate your boredom? Brittany inquired. Are you willing to expand your comfort zone, try new things? Justin was tall and lanky, Kayla attractive, but in a plain way. Both were dressed conservatively. Brittany wore a colorful, short skirt that showed off her shapely figure. I'd be willing to try different things, he conceded. Role playing games could be fun, I guess. I could be a bad cop and handcuff her to the bed. That might work for me. One couple I recently worked with found that when a second woman was introduced into the marital-equation, it provided a surprising spark to the sexual relationship, Brittany informed them. None of it was true, she was making it all up as she went along. I don't think that sort of thing would work for us, said Kayla. We're good, church-going, conservative people. Justin, if you could create the perfect women, how old would she be? inquired their mediator. What would she look like? What type of personality? Submissive? Dominant? Bisexual? I dunno. Young and hot, I suppose. Do you two ever try anything spur-of-the-moment, or is it always preplanned and expected? Kayla can't do anything spur-of-the-moment. When we go on vacation, everything is arranged ahead of time in detail. Daily meals are the same way. Our lives are in a rut, miss, he said, yawning. Their whole conversation seemed in a boring rut, and Brittany decided to wake them up with a wild remark. Justin, would it excite you to see your wife down on her knees, between my legs? What did you say?! Kayla, there is a lock on the conference room door, Brittany hinted, glancing over in that direction. It sounds to me like you're more willing than your husband to go the extra distance in trying some shock-therapy with your marriage. The couple exchanged a look of interest, curiosity and intrigue. Justin's expression

showed a revived look of attentiveness, as he arose from his seat, closed the door, casually secured the lock, and returned to his chair. While looking at his wife, he gestured suggestively with his hand toward the empty spot on the floor in front of their younger mediator. The hint of a victorious and anticipating, wry smirk appeared on her face as Brittany slouched slightly in her chair. She placed her hand firmly on her skirt; as she slid down an inch, it slid up an inch, revealing more bare flesh. She then uncrossed her legs. All eyes moved to Kayla. I've never done anything like I think you are suggesting, she revealed with an air of apprehension. I'm getting excited just thinking about it, sweetheart! exclaimed her husband. You are? Hmmm. I'm not sure what you want me to do, said Kayla, wanting to be cooperative in reigniting her husband's lost passion. We can proceed with this in small steps, hon, said Brittany. If and when you feel comfortable with one phase, we can move on to the next. If you want to quit, we can discuss that, too. All you need to do for now, Kayla, is to come sit at my feet. Can you manage that much for the cause without any difficulty, sweetie? Kayla repositioned herself on the floor as directed and the threesome sat in wantingexpectation and anticipation, as Brittany took a leisurely approach in detailing stage number two. What do you think of my legs, Kayla? They are very nice, miss. Touch them, see how soft they are, Brittany requested. She did. Justin stared, engrossed in the moment. That's it, now make it more of a caress, Kayla. Brittany moved her legs another half-inch apart. Justin, what color do you think my underwear is? Brittany asked. Black, I'm sure of it! Would you like to have my panties as a souvenir of today's session, Justin? Yes! Ask Kayla to retrieve them for you, please. He did. Her two hands disappeared up under Brittany's short skirt, as they slowly worked their way up her legs. A few moments later, a pair of pink underpants sat wrapped around the mediator's ankles. Justin, would you please come over here and claim your prize. I feel awkward having them around my feet like this, Brittany said. He obliged, joining his spouse on the floor. I don't know about you two, but this has certainly gotten my juices flowing! admitted the mediator. What would you both like to do next? The couple appeared lost, awaiting direction.

I suspect you both see where I'm hoping to go with this, said Brittany, removing her skirt. In order to help along your marital spirit of partnership, my suggestion is that you both proceed together, taking turns. When I signal that the time is right, I want you both to conclude our session by exchanging a kiss of passion with one another. She soon sat totally nude in front of her clothed couple, and the pair proceeded to follow her directions explicitly. Brittanys back arched as she moaned and dwelled in her moments of ecstasy. The compliant couple worked together to escalate her flood of special juices and she climaxed repeatedly. A while later, she ran her fingers through their hair, signaling it was time for the couple's passionate, messy kiss. As Brittany dressed, Kayla and Justin left, hand-in-hand. It had been a good mediation. When Brittany walked out of the meeting room, the center's director loudly asked his assistant, Who is that? I don't know, came the response. I've never seen her before. The startled couple were aghast! For information on my other tales, please go to www.willfulwomen.info. Follow @willfulwomen on Twitter.