This one starts before CCF1, although only briefly, after which it overlaps and then continues after CCF1 ended, which explains the evolving relationship between Rick and Sharon. I've included a quick summary in the story, where it was needed. As always on a CCF, this is a fictionalized account, with names and some information changed. At least in this one, I didn't need to make huge changes on one character that forced the character to be more awkward. I admit, as well, there are a few sessions not recorded in this tale. And 'Sharon' has piped in a few times from the peanut gallery; I removed most of those, but left a few in. She'll punish me later, I'm sure. You do not have to have read CCF1 in order to enjoy this, though there are a few specific references, and of course you'll understand the evolution of Sharon's and my relationship more fully if you have.
I also want to thank my editors and Beta Readers. This is a bit of a touchy as, while this is a Loving Wives tale in the end, it included an... unusual Fetish which made most of them uncomfortable. It's not my fetish, for the record, either.
For those who would otherwise vote low simply because of the fetish, or the cuckolding, or the swinging, please move on. This isn't a story for you. It's the somewhat fictionalized accounting of someone else's marriage and relationship (plus some insight into my own). There are many stories that will appeal to you elsewhere if you can't stand to read the effects of this fetish on the Simmons' relationship.
I also would appreciate feedback on whether or not folks want to hear more of the Case Files. It can be hard obtaining permission to fictionalize them from the people involved. One promising case, involving a Lesbian couple wanting to have children, had permission withdrawn after I gave them the outline, for example. HIPAA dies not allow me to put in many details, so I also have adapt or (as in the case of 'Bill's in CCF1), rewrite real people with totally fictionalized people (in this case, those only appear indirectly... yes, Paul and Roberta are based on real people). This is more work than a fully fictional account, so I'd like to know that people think it's worth my effort to try to write these, barring one so interesting there is no way to pass it up.
At any rate, enjoy!
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Monday, March 12, 2018
I walked from my office over to the business office area of my human sexuality and relationship medical clinic and started listening in. Sharon, my nurse, was talking about her adventures with her boyfriend, Tom, in Boston over the previous weekend. Since we didn't have any patients, and we weren't expecting any for a few minutes, I decided to eavesdrop a bit.
"So there we were, sitting at the table in the Red Robin near Gillette Stadium, and Tom is trying his best to get his hand under my skirt. I mean, really! There was a family with young kids at the next table! I'm all for being a bit naughty, but he was just being crude."
"Oh, please, go on!" gushed Susan, my office manager, who'd just celebrated her 51
st
birthday with her husband, Tom, the weekend before, and who was an inveterate gossiper. "How naughty did you finally allow him to get?"
"I'm a mostly" and she giggled "good girl, Susan! I don't do things like that normally. I mean, sure, I can get wild, at times. But not really that wild, at least not with Tom. I'm not sure how much longer we're going to last if he keeps pushing me like that. I like to have romance, tenderness, love... and then we get to the hot monkey sex, once I've got my guy primed." Susan and Cathy both started giggling a bit at that, and I could hear Sharon's voice change from the ear-to-ear grin that must have been plastered on those luscious lips of hers as she then said, "Besides, I like Tom, but I don't think he's 'the one'. I've kind of got a thing for someone else, but I'm not sure he thinks of me romantically."
"Oh? Sounds interesting!" Susan piped in. "Anyone we know?"
"I'll never tell. Well, unless it happens, then I'll be telling everyone!" Sharon piped back. Susan and Cathy both tittered at that.
For some reason, I felt jealous of the lucky guy who was the object of Sharon's desire, and Tom, her boyfriend for the last eight months or so. I regretted that I had implemented a strict policy in my head of never entering an office romance. There were too many possible pitfalls that could arise if someone became aggrieved at me, and it was my rear on the line for any workplace issues caused by something like that. Better, smarter, to my way of thinking, to just not go there, regardless of how cute Sharon was. And cute she indeed was. At 29, Sharon was a definite 7.5 on the old 10-point scale without makeup and in just her normal nurses uniform (and no, not one of the so-called 'Nurses Uniforms' you find in sex videos... we're talking blue nylon pants and a pale pink blouse, not exactly sexy clothing). With makeup and dressed nice, she's a "WOW!" Tall, willowy, graced with long legs leading to a heart shaped bite-able butt, her jet black hair and brown eyes made me think of the classic "corn fed girl next door," although her slight New Jersey accent proved she wasn't from Kansas.
The sound of the front door buzzer went through the office just as the image of me sitting with Sharon in that Red Robin flashed through my brain. Saved by the buzzer, I walked forward, making my presence known for the first time to the trio, raising my eyebrows as if questioning, and said "Do we have patients this morning? Did someone remember to unlock the door so they can come in?"
"Oh, I'm sorry doctor. I'll get to it," Cathy, red faced, answered. Cathy was my office secretary and receptionist, a short, lightly-tanned and presumably Hispanic woman in her mid-30s (I had never asked her race, so it was just a presumption). Satisfied as I saw her get up to unlock the door, I walked the lonely walk back to my office. The only male in an office with three females, I sometimes led a lonely life. Of course, it didn't help that I was just this side of making it in my practice. I was living month to month in terms of making the practice work, but it was finally growing, so there was hope in sight.
I heard the greeting of the couple at the door by my staff, as I went and checked my calendar; it stated that I had an appointment with a Paul and Roberta Simmons, scheduled for a 30-minute discussion and consult. There was no specific reason for the consult in my calendar reminder, but it did list they were new patients.
About seven minutes after they arrived, they were brought back to me by Sharon; she glanced at me with an odd look, and introduced them to me. "Doctor, your next patients are here. This is Paul and Roberta Simmons, from East Walpole."
"Hi, I'm Doctor Richard Wesson, but you can call me Doctor Rick, if that makes you feel more relaxed." I said as I stood and shook hands with the couple. Sizing them up, I saw a 5'11" inch male, strong build, mid 20s, reddish blond hair cut short, gray eyes, and an attractive 5'3" female, shapely and trim, with a nice bosom, shoulder length curly brown hair and brown eyes; she was dressed conservatively for her age, with a knee length gray woolen dress, nude hose of some sort, and short one-inch heels, while he was dressed in a white knit cotton shirt, showing a hint of muscle tone, under a light red jacket, a pair of khaki pants, and a pair of penny loafers. After greeting them, I nodded to Sharon, who left and closed the door as she did.
"So, what brings you into the clinic? You realize that the clinic specializes in relationship and sexuality health matters for couples, so I'm assuming that you have some kind of issue there that I can help you with?"
"Doctor Rick, we're a normal couple; Roberta and I have been married now for three, almost four years. We have a great relationship, in and out of the bedroom. I... I have a few interesting things that I like to do when we make love. It's not an everyday thing. It's not a big thing. But it... it's causing some strain... in the bedroom." Paul intoned.
