WHEN DOCTOR LANG called you to tell you he had a group of women who were interested in talking over some of the sex problems they shared, you said at once that you would be willing to join.
Now, on your way to his office, you began to wonder why an internist was so concerned about the emotional problems of his patients. In a way, it impressed you to think he was willing to become involved to this extent in a day when most doctors were rather impersonal.
But as you thought about it, it occurred to you that Doctor Lang had always seemed different. Almost from the start he had asked questions that no other physician ever asked. Like, “Do you fantasize?” Or, “Have you ever considered having sex with someone other than your husband?”
“What are your thoughts about group sex?” And so on.
At first you had been startled by these questions, but he reassured you, explaining that he was interested in the emotional as well as the physical well-being of his patients, since they were, in his opinion, inter related. And of course, this was all very confidential. And... well... actually, you found that it titillated you a bit. You always left his office with your cheeks burning up, feeling very high.
The last visit followed pretty much the same routine. This time, when his nurse left the examining room for a moment, he said something about running an experiment which might help women who had trouble reaching orgasm.
It was a matter-of-fact comment, and he didn’t dwell on it. But it stayed in your mind. Especially since your sex life with Ralph had become rather humdrum, and you were climaxing less often these days, as if you’d both lost the touch. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you had an orgasm!
But you were still surprised at your quick, positive response when Doctor Lang told you about the group. Despite your am bivalence, you were determined to attend. You were also curious to see some of his other patients and to find out what kind of sex problems they had.
You didn’t run into much traffic on your way over, and as you parked the car, you wondered why you hadn’t told Ralph where you were going. Were you afraid he wouldn’t approve? Well, no, you just thought he wouldn’t understand, so what was the point?
Your finger hovered over the doorbell. There was still time to change your mind. Too late you thought to yourself as your finger moved forward to press it.
Doctor Lang greeted you warmly. He wasn’t in his white examining jacket, and he looked different and very handsome. As a matter of fact, you didn’t recall ever seeing him out of “uniform” before. He quickly ushered you into his consulting room where there were three other women. They were very much like yourself, you concluded. Young, in their early thirties, all could benefit from the loss of a few pounds, but, you noted, a bit jealously, that one of them was outstandingly good looking.
Each of you were stealing looks at the others. And you all seemed just a bit uncomfortable.
“Please relax,” Doctor Lang said. “We’re all here to exchange views and perhaps help one another.”
He began to give some sort of explanation of what procedure we would follow and you found yourself not paying much attention until you heard, “... should really be kept sort of confidential, between members of this group.”
No one protested or questioned.... Eventually you were almost at ease, no doubt helped by the sherry he served, and soon were talking quite openly. Marriage wasn’t as fulfilling any more. Your husbands were always busy thinking of other things, worried about bosses, deals, recession, inflation. You all felt young and sexy, and there seemed no way to revive interest at home.
“Well,” Doctor Lang interrupted, “I think I may be able to help. I’m going to suggest some exercises for you to do alone and with each other which you will eventually teach your husbands.”
We were all eager to learn.
“I think the best way to get to know your bodies is to undress,” he said.
After an uneasy murmur, he quickly added, “Now, you all have been examined a number of times by me, so you needn’t be embarrassed.” When no one made a move or a sound, he added, “I’ll tell you what, although this is unusual, if it will make you more comfortable, I will also undress so you won’t feel I’m merely standing there, not participating....
Before I could make up my mind about the logic of his remark, Doctor Lang had removed his jacket and tie. Then he went over to the tall redhead and helped remove her dress—just like that, while we all watched. (I cursed myself for not having started that reducing diet!)
“Now,” he said, “let’s all follow through.”
He said it with such authority that we did just that. When we had all undressed, we sat naked, with Doctor Lang, in a circle.
“Now I want one of you to lie in the middle.” No one moved so he reached out and pulled me gently to the center.
“First you should explore your own bodies,” he said, and he took my hand to demonstrate. He moved it slowly down my body, pausing at each breast. He applied his own hand for pressure. He had me play with both my nipples. And then his hand and mine continued downward, rubbing a circle on my stomach, and then further down to my triangle of black hair.
Just then he asked another of the women to join us.
“I want to show you how to pleasure yourselves and each other as well.” He was speaking softly.
He directed me to spread my legs so that my labia were completely in view. He gently parted the lips. I would have rather been caught shoplifting at the neighborhood deli than lying there. Still, I had a feeling of pleasure and excitement, too.
He called the others around in front of me and said, “I want you to watch as I show her one way to masturbate.”
We were all silent and, I’m sure, too shocked to protest. And yet, as I looked quickly at the other women, I saw their eyes as bright and as excited as I knew mine appeared to them. We seemed programmed to follow Doctor Lang’s orders.
“Now place your hands on either side of her vagina and open her legs wide.”
Two of them did this and I, following his instructions, began to rub my clitoris with my finger. Next I investigated the inside of my vagina, until he instructed each of the others to touch me as well. At first they were reluctant, but then more courageous, and before long I felt myself reaching the point where I knew I was going to climax.
Doctor Lang interrupted my upward arc to say, “I will show you how your husbands can help you maintain your level of excitement and also aid you in achieving orgasm.”
Telling me to continue my massage, he placed himself in front of me, between my legs. First he guided my fingers with his. Then he removed my hand and replaced it with his own, in perfect imitation of my motions.
“You see,” he whispered, “your husbands can learn to massage you exactly as you do it to yourselves.” He manipulated my clitoris as I had. Again I felt that orgasm mounting.
“And now,” his voice was lower, soothing, gentle, “I will insert my penis and continue to massage the clitoris without disturbing the flow of feeling.”
I was so carried away by now that he could have inserted anything he wanted into me. I felt two things that quickly melted into one uninterrupted motion. He kept up the gentle pressure on my clitoris, but with the other hand he had opened my vagina and implanted his penis into it. He was quite hard and slipped in easily. My body rose to meet his gentle thrust. He proceeded, timing his manual massage perfectly with his penis.
“Keep in time with me,” he whispered hoarsely, very close to my ear. I followed his instructions, completely entranced, with absolutely no will of my own.
The others just sat and watched, eyes fixed on the two of us. We moved in tandem until he brought me to a wonderful climax. He kept up his movements as I came and then as I subsided, he gently withdrew.
He hadn’t come, I thought, all of that was really just for me....
As I rejoined the group after this delicious interlude, he turned to the woman next to me and drew her into the center of the circle.
And so it went until everyone had been “instructed.” We all agreed that a weekly seminar would certainly be a worthwhile undertaking.