Lorraine Shaw had only been operating her sex therapy practice for a little over a year, but already, her reputation was spreading far and wide. The lovely brunette therapist boasted a 100% success rate. Ellen James and her husband found that impossible to believe, yet things had gotten so bad in their six-year marriage that they were willing to risk it. Ellen and Dennis were very satisfied clients and were now telling other couples about Lorraine's success. "We're more in love than ever," Ellen boasted to her sister over dinner one evening. From the way that Dennis was doting on his happy bride, Shelly Bucci believed her.
Shelly would learn the reasons for Lorraine's success for herself, although not right away. The journey would take a few twists and turns before that happened.
Lorraine insisted on meeting the couple together for their first few sessions. She always found that by talking to them as a unit, she could already pinpoint problems that each participant was unaware of. Before she allowed Grace, her assistant and confidante, to escort the couple into her office, she checked her look in the mirror. Everything was as it should be, so she allowed Grace to bring in her latest clients, confidant that they too, would be another rousing success story.
It didn't start well, although Lorraine was accustomed to, shall we say, unusual first impressions. Underestimating her was often one of the pathways to her success.
Dennis was all about looks and he placed a great deal of value on appearance. Despite her glasses, Lorraine didn't appear old enough to be a successful therapist. Why should he, a successful entrepreneur, 40 years of age, take advice from someone who looked as if she had just graduated university last week?
Ellen was also not instantly impressed with their new therapist. She was all ready to chalk up another failure, their fifth in so many months. It was not Lorraine's youth which bothered her, a lot of women looked younger than their age and age did not always belie competence. What troubled the blonde wife was the fact that Lorraine Shaw looked like a Penthouse model. Her hair was long, auburn and wavy, almost down to her butt. That butt was encased in a very tight leather mini skirt with stiletto heels and Ellen could make out the tips of expensive silk stockings. Her blouse was low-cut and the therapist's tits were big and likely, implants, although very good ones. Her face was beautifully made up and there was a look in her eyes that seemed to suggest Lorraine was a "good time girl", the kind that Ellen's strict mother had once warned her about. Still, she came highly recommended and charged a lot of money, so Ellen was going to give it her all until she made her final decision.
Lorraine made herself comfortable and asked poignant, important questions of the couple. She learned a great deal just from watching them interact. Their communication was lacking, to be sure. That was a common theme among all couples she had dealt with over the last 15 months. They talked to each other, but neither listened actively. Both had a reason they thought things were falling apart. It didn't even take Lorraine 20 minutes to decide that their reasons were complete and utter bullshit. She told them to come back next week as a couple. Once they left, she called Grace into her office, poured two tumblers of bourbon and discussed things with her assistant. As she usually did, Grace took notes and her conclusions lined up with those of Max. She was already percolating a plan of action in her facile mind and knew that she could count of Grace to make things happen. One more session with the couple to tie up loose ends and then, she would begin the real work. That always involved dealing with the couple as individuals before bringing them back as a couple and moving forward. Lorraine had already decided that she liked Ellen and Dennis. It would be a fun assignment to align them as a happily married couple.
She dressed equally outrageous for the next appointment, getting the reaction she expected from both members of the attractive couple. During their hour, Dennis wasn't quite able to disguise the fact that he was somewhat taken aback by her youth. His lovely, younger wife kept staring at Lorraine's long legs and low-cut, gauzy blouse. What boded well for future sessions was the fact that neither of them made an issue of it. It showed the fact that there was potential for growth and change. Everything was falling into place. Now it was time for the real work - and the fun - to begin.
Ellen was the first to begin with the solo counseling. She had half expected Lorraine to tone things down for their sessions and the reality did not live up to her expectations. The model-perfect therapist still dressed to kill and Ellen couldn't puzzle out why. She had to admit that Lorraine's bold behavior unnerved her somewhat. Was it the commanding woman's way of asserting control? She didn't delve into it, deciding it didn't bother her enough to make an issue of it.
The couple had a mutual interest in saving their marriage. There was one thing that bound them together - they still loved each other. They had issues, that much both knew, but they wanted to remain together. Ellen and Dennis made the commitment to attend their counseling sessions, deciding on alternate weeks and taking seriously whatever suggestions Lorraine made to them.
Nothing seemed to change, at least, not for the first two months. Things didn't get any worse, nor did they get any better. The couple seemed to be stuck on the same page of the same novel.
Dennis was the first of the couple to experience the - change. It could have gone either way, but as the cards were dealt, it was his young, lovely bride who was dealt the Ace.
Ellen came home early one night, much earlier than normal. Dennis wasn't a man who put a lot of stock in "vibes" but that night, the only word from the signals he was getting from Ellen was that word - vibes. Her behavior might have seemed to be normal to a casual observer, to someone who didn't know his wife. To Dennis, things seemed to be out of kilter. Ellen was in a very weird, jocular mood. He couldn't smell any traces of alcohol on her breath or he would have sworn his wife had been imbibing.
They were out on a date with friends and normally, Ellen would have shied away from any signs of PDA. Not that night. She sat so close to her husband that they were almost welded together. Even their close friends noted Ellen's obvious - affections. Nor was it just Dennis who Ellen was flirtatious with. Both of their friends seemed to benefit from her almost giddy exuberance. She didn't appear to be high either, yet his lovely bride did seem to be under the influence of - something.
Nor did this seem to be a temporary aberration. Over the next several days, Ellen seemed to be sexually charged. She was more provocative in her manner of dress. She was flirty, smiling, happy and actually singing. She wore heels and on at least one occasion, Dennis was fairly sure his wife had gone without underwear. Had he bit a bit more daring himself, he might have called her on it and discovered an opportunity for more sex. Ellen's dial seemed to be consistently set on "fuck" and Dennis was now married to a horny slut, by his own estimation.
Dennis didn't know quite what to make of his horny, wildcat wife. He wasn't going to object to her newfound happiness, he wanted that for the both of them. It wasn't over yet.
Ellen displayed herself with a shameless disregard for public opinion. Her skirts were almost always short and tight and blouses now clung to her sexy frame. She was horny 24-7 and Dennis actually wondered if he'd be able to keep up with her. He made sure to get as much rest as he was able, but Ellen was not about to make resting easy for her husband. Just last night, he had been reading in bed and not paying too much attention to what was going on around him. That proved to be a mistake on his part. Dennis heard a "click" and looked up to see one of his arms was now handcuffed to the bed post.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," he exclaimed. Standing before him, Ellen wore one of the skimpiest pieces of black lace he had ever seen. Her beautiful tits were free and on display and she was also wearing stripper heels. There was a wild, feral look in her eyes and Dennis wondered if she was totally sober.
"I never kid about sex," Ellen smiled with an almost cruel disregard for her husband's discomfort. "I'm running the shots tonight. This girl needs to get
fucked
- so do a good job and maybe, just
