Arousal Therapy
Synopsis (if you care): AU based in the late 1800s to early 1900s. when the thought that clitoral stimulation was immoral, debasing, and unbecoming of a woman. Jayce and Viktor are two young scientists that show Mel that female pleasure should not be frowned upon, but, instead, embraced.
Content: meljayvik, Mel has all of the attention, eventual smut, masturbation, no penetration, themes of orgasm denial, shame to pleasure, morality is briefly mentioned but its a speck of dust in the wind, 18+
The couple’s carriage halted in front of bland-colored building. The neighborhood in which this building was a member consisted of a long row of uniform looking establishments. All were four-stories high, all were a variation of white or ivory colored, and all featured three lush shrubs beside their stone stairs.
Mel’s gloved hands shifted in her lap. “Are you sure this is the place?”, she asks her husband.
Jayce, despite his certainty, retrieves a slim piece of paper from his pocket. a scribbled address was revealed as he unfolded it. “1600 Ranthrough Street. This is the right building, darling. I’m sure of it.”
His wife’s body remained stiff, unmoved by the reassurance. “And the doctor. Viktor. He will be able to fix me?”
Jayce takes her hands into his. “You are not the problem. I promise you.” He brings her hands to his lips, placing a tender kiss on her knuckles. “Also, he is not a ‘doctor’ doctor. He’s a…scientist of sorts.”
“Jayce!” Mel snatched her hand away in disbelief. She knew something was up. When she had asked for the credentials of the man they were going to see, Jayce only smiled sheepishly and asked her to trust him. On the carriage ride, Mel noted Jayce’s foot tapping and excessive eye twitching—something he only did when he was hiding something.
“I’ve worked on a few projects with him here and there! He knows a lot! A lot more than what these M.D.’s can tell you.”
Mel scoffs. “I’ve never met a man that was okay with another man, digging inside the genitals of his wife! With no medical degree at that!”
“He won’t touch you, Mel. Viktor is sexologist. He’s well-versed in the modern studies, topics that these doctors won’t even consider… including free love.” Jayce attempted to whisper the last two words, but Mel’s ears were sharper than a freshly grated knife.
“Free love? FREE LOVE?”
“Mel, please, at least he’s open-minded.”
“Miguel”, Mel called to the carriage driver. “Turn this damned thing around and bring us home!”
“Mel, please-“
“Jayce. I want children.” As Jayce met her glistening eyes, he noticed the moisture almost spilling over her eyelash. “I want a family. I want to be normal. I don’t want some wanna-be doctor invading my body, just to turn around and say the same things our last five doctors have said.”
“I know, darling. I want everything you want. But if we’re going to get it then we’re going to have to open up our options. Please, Mel. Let’s try.”
Having no other immediate options, Mel decided to trust her husband.
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“Jayce! It’s good to see you again, friend,” A thick accented man answered the heavy oak door. “And you must be the Mel Medarda, I am very pleased to meet you.” The sexologist had incredibly thin limbs. If it weren’t for the way he slouched to support himself on his crane, he would have been at least a head taller than Mel. The couple followed him into a large living space with long, dark sofas lining the burgundy walls. It was evident the doctor did not bother to decorate this space with anything more than a fancy rug on the floor, a small treatment room table in the middle of the room, and an isolated vase perched above the fireplace.
“We’re here to discuss fertility and options for—” Mel started, but the doctor put his hand up to stop her.
“Don’t worry, your husband told me everything. Please have a seat”, he gestured to the treatment table. Mel shot Jayce a glare that he intentionally ignored. She lifted herself onto the table as directed. Initially looking at her feet, she noticed the rug that the table rested on. The main color, like much of the room’s décor, was burgundy, but gold accents drew delicate lines throughout the rug. Each line, which began at the edge of the rug, ended in the middle with a large, sun-like piece, exactly where the table and Mel sat. She didn’t know if the decoration was intentional, but it gave the impression of her sitting under a spotlight. As she looked around, she noticed that every couch and every chair faced the middle of the room. Although there were only two other people in the lounge with her, Mel couldn’t help the heat that rose from her core to her cheeks. Imagining those faceless figures watching her getting sexually dissected by a “doctor” and her husband filled her with both embarrassment and another emotion she did not want to acknowledge. Viktor’s voice gradually prodded Mel’s attention. She realized that she had not heard a single thing the two men had discussed.
“—and with that being said, Jayce, you realize that many fertility problems may arise from the husband’s end?”
Most men would have taken offense to that comment, but Jayce answered mildly. “I’m aware. But previous doctors confirmed that neither I nor Mel are infertile.”
“I would like to be a part of the conversation, especially when it regards my health”, Mel perched.
Both men turn to her, Viktor smiled. “Of course, madame.”
Heat flared under her skin. “If fertility isn’t the issue, doctor—” Mel crossed her arms. “—then what treatments could you possibly offer us.”
Despite her obvious frown, Viktor’s smile remained. As if having found amusement in her skepticism. “I have my theories, many of which Jayce has familiarized himself with—” Jayce coughed “—one being female arousal therapy.”
Mel arched her brow.
“We—" Viktor glanced at his research partner “—have reasons to believe that female masturbation could stimulate a response within the body that could lead to the production of healthy children. While simultaneously reinforcing marital passion and sex and whatnot.”
“That is barbaric! How can you call yourself a doctor while practicing secular, unproven remedies?”
“Surely you have secular beliefs, Madame Medarda,” Viktor smirked, emphasizing Mel’s maiden name that remained unchanged, even after her marriage to Jayce. “The treatment is simple. Jayce and I will be with you the entire time. But it requires your trust.”
Mel uncrossed her arms and placed her hands together in contemplation. From her understanding, this “treatment” did not require any needles or unwelcomed probing or penetrations. All in all, she had full agency over how fast or how slow they went. So, really, what was the risk?
Viktor set his crane beside the table, suddenly able to stand on his own. “Do I have your trust, Mel,” he placed his hands on either side of Mel’s legs, fingers barely grazing her off-white dress. Although her cleavage was well within his field of vision, his eyes remained on hers, waiting for her answer.
Mel didn’t chance a glance at her husband before she gave a shy nod. “I trust you, doctor.”
Pale, long hands separated her closed knees, opening her to the man completely. Viktor turns to Jayce. “Lift her dress.” At his command, Jayce moved behind Mel. Her back straightened as it met the sturdiness of his chest. Her breath trembled as he rolled her dress towards her hips. This was definitely not a two-man job. But with two pairs of hands on her, nearing her needy area, the method behind Viktor’s madness proved insignificant to Mel.
“Are you alright?” Jayce’s voice was warm and soft against Mel’s ear. She wondered if he could feel her body overheating with pure sexual need. Her slim hands squeezed together as she could no longer close her legs.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Mel breathed.
“We can stop at any point—”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Excellent”, Viktor said, bringing his voice low to match his clients’. “Then we should begin.” When Mel’s hands did not budge, Vicktor chuckled. “I’m sure I don’t need to teach you how to touch yourself, Mel.”
“She knows how”, Jayce pointed, and Mel broke out of her daze to meet her husband’s face. There was a noticeable glimmer in his dark eyes. What was it? Excitement? Anticipation? Was he enjoying this? Was he enjoying the possibility of his wife touching herself in front of another man? “I’ve watched you do it, Mel. On days I come home early but don’t tell you. I shut the door silently in case you are sleeping and sometimes I will catch you in the middle of the act. And oh darling, how beautiful you look when you touch yourself.”
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, really,” Viktor’s eyes bore into Mel’s. Suddenly the skinny man seemed larger, taller. His growth in confidence matching his straightened posture. He cupped her hand in his and gently coaxed it to her bare cunt. Mel shivered in response.
“We could get into trouble for this. Who’s to say that Anthony Comstock won’t barge through those doors this very moment?”
“We’ll only get into trouble if we get caught”, Viktor pressed Mel’s hand onto her soaked folds. Jayce gripped her hips tighter in encouragement.
Mel sank her middle digits through her folds to make contact with her clit. The sensation along with the two men watching her with a certain type of hunger made her stomach jolt. She leaned back onto her husband as she rubbed slow circles around her anticipating bud.
“Oh, Mel”, the vibrations of Jayce’s voice sent immediate waves down to her clit. Thick lips were caught in between her teeth as she suppressed her own moans. Her pace began to quicken.
“That’s it, keep going” Viktor pushed her legs further apart. As if communicating telepathically, Jayce gripped her thighs and pulled them towards her stomach. She cunt was open for both men to do as they pleased, but they chose to watch her please herself instead. In a way the latter seemed more intimate than the former.
Mel moved her fingers towards her entrance, teasing herself before another hand captured her wrist. “Not yet, love”, the doctor whispered against her lips. She didn’t know when Viktor got so close—the tip of his sharp nose was caressing hers in a way that almost imitated that of a married couple—but she had to resist the urge to take his lips between hers in an act of eroticism. Shame burned in the heat of her arousal, which was now soaking the spot beneath her. Mel could feel her orgasm building up, and she had to fight the impulse of slowing her movements or stopping all together.
She was not surprised by Jayce’s confession of his spying during Mel’s private hour, as she has found herself masturbating a lot more now than in previous years. Yes, she’s read the Freudian theories regarding the negative psychological implications of clitoral stimulation. Yes, she’s studied neofeminist literature debasing female masturbation, comparing women who commit the act to that of sexually primitive males. And yes, she recalled the lessons from her mother and her elders, encouraging her to protect her divine femininity from the immorality that was sexual exploration. She was by no means a woman of purity, but she did not want to corrupt herself anymore than she already had. So, yes, when she believed she was beyond the eyes of her husband, the ears of the public, and the wisdom of God, she would touch herself. But, to preserve herself from moral corruption, she would always refrain from reaching her orgasm. For Mel, this was a compromise between the desires of her body and her soul.
But that compromise was out the window.
All she wanted was to feel the release—that long awaited release—wash over her. All she wanted was to break that restraint that had tied her down for most of her life. Her fingers ached, but she couldn’t convince herself to stop. She was so close to reaching her breaking point she could practically taste it. It took her a moment to realize how freely her moans were passing through her lips, how her body began to rock against Jayce in an increased fervor. She whimpered as two slim hands cup her breasts, kneading them with a pressure that caused Mel’s head to spin. She opened her eyes to see Viktor staring at her with an intensity that she could not mentally handle. Even though Jayce was not receiving any physical pleasure, Mel could still feel his breathing becoming more labored the closer she gets to her own orgasm.
This was all too much.
“This is perverted,” Mel whispered.
“And you’re enjoying it,” said a voice that Mel could not process the owner of. All that mattered was that the final restraint had broken. Aggressive shocks of pleasure wrecked through her, sourcing from her clit down to her toes. She tried to squeeze her legs shut but Jayce’s grip—which has grown tighter from hearing her orgasmic moans fill the large room—felt like iron bars around her thighs. Her breath hitched as her body spasmed with the aftershocks.
The doctor’s hands remained on Mel’s breasts even after her body relaxed onto her husband’s chest. He only removed one hand to wipe a small tear from the corner of her eye. Jayce gently massaged her inner thighs, placing tender kisses along her flushed cheeks.
He whispered into her ear, but his words were not directed at her. “How do we know if it worked, Viktor.”
With one final squeeze, Viktor removed himself from Mel and looked at Jayce with his hands in his pockets. He shrugged. “When you return home, continue your affections. If Mel is not with child within a few weeks, then we may try again.” The overstimulated woman on the table couldn’t help but notice that the doctor’s advice sounded more like a hypothesis than a tested fact.
She pushed herself up slightly, still reeling from her arousal treatment. “What about your previous clients? What were their results?”
“I have only been able to test my propositions in purely hypothetical scenarios, usually based on indirect observations of sexually active couples. For now, you have been my only client to receive this treatment.
“Oh.” Mel could not find it within herself to be mad at that.
“Once again, we will retry with more advanced techniques if this cycle is proven ineffective. Until then, Madame Medarda—” he took her hand and placed a kiss on her now dry fingers. “—it was a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”
The couple departed after helping the doctor clean the used table. Well, Jayce helped. Viktor assured Mel that she needn’t worry about the disinfecting process even though it was her wet spot that was still sitting pretty on the table.
Even while riding home in their carriage, Mel could not find the shame that was ever so prominent before their arrival. In fact, her confidence was overflowing. And she could hardly wait to get home and share her confidence with her husband.
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This is my first and likely last meljayvik fic lol. I've seen a lot of meljayvik content and most of them push Mel to the side to make room for the two boys, but I refuse to let my queen be overlooked. Hoped this was enjoyable tho! <3
