Steve was not looking forward to today. His wife Tracy and he were going to see a therapist. They had been married for 10 years and the spark just wasn't there anymore. In general things were okay, but over the years his wife had become more conservative and a lot less fun than when they had gotten married. She used to be a carefree spirit and with advancements at work and higher level degrees she had turned into a relatively stuck up woman. Everything had to be prim and proper. She wasn't any fun in the bedroom anymore. Sex was a chore done once a month and it didn't hold any excitement for him anymore. This was going to be a fun therapy session.
Because they were seeing the therapist for the first time, it had been requested that they have a two hour session so Steve and Tracy had each decided to just take the day off of work and they would find something to do afterwards. Their therapist was a highly recommended Beverly Hills therapist who was said to be a councilor to the stars. For Tracy that meant discretion and that was all that mattered to her.
They entered the office building and rode the elevator up to the top floor where they entered a tastefully decorated office. Before Steve got 10 feet in the door his eyes were drawn to the receptionist. It wasn't as though she was dressed improperly, but her shirt had one button too many undone showing off a beautiful expanse of cleavage. Her shirt was just a little too tight and her skirt just a little too short. Nothing that would really cause her to be out of place, but enough to raise an eyebrow or two.
They went in and Steve introduced himself and said they had a 10:00 appointment with Dr. Karen Song. The receptionist, who's desk name plate said, "Stephanie Powell" said, "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Edwards, won't you have a seat and the doctor will be right out to see you." I stepped over to the waiting area but my wife just had to be my wife. She said to the receptionist, "don't you think that shirt is a little too tight and a bit 'unprofessional'?" And she said it in a way that was just dripping with judgement.
Stephanie didn't miss a beat and replied in a cheerful manner, "Not at all Mrs. Edward, we like to be somewhat casual, cheerful and relaxing here. That means a somewhat looser dress code in order to make our guests feel more at home." Tracy was having none of it and took a seat one over from me. This was not going to be fun.
As we were waiting, something occurred to me looking at Stephanie's desk. "Stephanie, don't you use computers here?"
She replied, "No, that way there's nothing to be hacked. We have a lot of celebrities as our guests and what happens in these offices stays in these offices and we want to keep it that way. Part of why we get the reviews that we get and the clients we get is because of our discretion and couples therapy is very personal."
As she said this to me she was nibbling on the tip of her pen and I could swear she did it in a way that looked like she was licking a dick. I felt my jeans get just a little bit tighter and I tried to discreetly adjust myself. Tracy looked at me and said, "Stop fidgeting, it's almost time." Sigh.
Ten O'clock rolled around and the door to the therapists off opened. Dr. Song was standing behind the door and called out "Tracy and Steve? Please come in." We got up and stepped through the door into a nicely lit room that looked more like a living room than an office. There was a desk at one end but the bulk of the room was taken up by an "L" shaped sectional with a couple of ottomans. A lounge chair with a comfortable business-like chair sitting next to it like you would see in a movie. There was a row of floor to ceiling windows and the semi-transparent row of drapes was closed to create a more intimate atmosphere.
"Please, take a seat on the couch."
As we moved around the couch I got a good look at Dr. Karen Song. My first thought was "wow", she is hot (I'm a guy, that's always the first judgement we make). She was curvy in all of the right places, not too thin and not too big. She must have had "DD" breasts, a curvy ass and nice firm legs. She was dressed in a white button-down shirt that strained to contain her breasts. I could see the lacy texture of the bra she wore underneath. She was wearing a blue skirt that came down to mid-thigh and what was showing was beautiful, smooth legs. To top it off she was wearing high heels which really accentuated her ass.
I could already feel my wife getting judgy over her dress. But whatever, I was enjoying it. I felt myself getting a bit more turned on.
We sat on the couch and predictably she sat around two feet away from me to my left. I sank into the cushion and relaxed. Tracy, in a business suit, did not look comfortable on the couch.
Dr. Song came around and asked Tracy if she would be more comfortable taking her jacket off and Tracy predictably said, "No thank you, I'm fine" in a stiff and relatively cold voice.
"So, why don't you tell me a little about yourselves and why you're here today?"
I looked at my wife and said, "Why don't you start?"
"I don't have any particular problems with things right now Steve, so why don't you tell her why you dragged me here today?"
"Wow, okay, where to start. I guess we could start right there - Tracy doesn't think there is a problem and I do and it's been happening for a few years now. In basic, she's become cold, unattached, lost her sense of fun and playfulness and it effects everything from our conversations to sex. I feel like we need to fix it before there isn't any 'it' left."
"Tracy, what do you think about that?"
