Jasmine did her best to distract herself while waiting impatiently for Doctor Gold to arrive. To keep herself entertained, she began creating false narratives about the pretty young couple sitting directly across from her in the small waiting room. The man was wearing a dark navy suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie. His curly red-haired partner was wearing a fancy purple dress with an oversized gold bow around her waist. It seemed as if both of them had just come from a wedding or some fancy occasion. They were certainly too overdressed to be going to a simple therapy session. Perhaps the young attractive couple had been fighting during the event? Perhaps they were having trouble being intimate? Perhaps it was a regular session and they just liked to dress fancy? They also didn't seem to be from anywhere nearby, and Jasmine was well acquainted with just about everyone in the small town.
Jasmine's endless assumptions were quickly shattered when the pretty redhead leaned forward and reached for his hand. He hesitated for a brief moment, before wrapping his fingers around hers. They smiled at each other, and he gave her small peck on her freckled left cheek. It was quickly followed by a long open-mouthed kiss on their lips. They started to kiss more and more passionately, and began gently biting on each other's lips. It was romantic and comfortable and Jasmine could the see chemistry between them. She could quickly feel the jealously seeping through her body as a soft hum of satisfaction exited the redhead's mouth.
"Come on in Jasmine." The Doctor's faint voice echoed from across the small hallway.
His beckoning was music to her ears. There was something about his Doctor Gold's voice which had a calming effect on her. As she walked down the small corridor, Jasmine took one more discreet look behind her at the couple. They were still making out, but not it was much more intimate. Her hand rested underneath his belt and it was slowly grinding against his crotch. His hand was creeping up her white stockings, and slowly finding its way between her inner thighs. Her face was turning bright red, and she was clearly enjoying his fingers getting closer and closer to her crotch. Jasmine could feel herself shudder, if only she had what they had. If only Dave would touch her like that and kiss her with so much passion. The thought of such a handsome man pressing fingers between her legs caused Jasmine to shake all over.
The Doctor pulled the door shut behind them, and Jasmine sat down on the green vintage leather chair across from him. She tried to take her mind off of the couple in the hallway, but the thought of the man's hands digging inside the redheads panties only made her panties begin to sweat.
Even though his big mahogany desk separated them she still felt close to the Doctor. Jasmine didn't feel judged, and was always able to be open and honest with the doctor. Usually all Jasmine spoke about to the Doctor was how bad her loveless marriage had become, and how much Dave wanted to get a divorce. She opened up about how she suspected him of cheating on her and how sad and unwanted it made her feel. She would cry during almost every session, and tell the doctor how she felt nearly invisible to Dave. Today was different for Jasmine, and the sobbing was much louder. Tear after tear streamed down both her cheeks, until her face was a wet runny mess of blue mascara. While she cried, she could have sworn she heard a series of loud moans coming from the waiting room. But that was none of her business, and she had more important things on her mind.
"Alright Jasmine what's bugging you?" The Doctor asked, as he handed her the tissue box from across the massive desk.
Jasmine wiped of her face, and finally stopped sobbing and whimpering. She pulled a wad of tissues out of the tissue box, and did her best to wipe the rest of her pretty face clean. Just as one last salty tear slipped out, she heard on more load moan from the waiting room. It was clearly coming from the waiting room. She thought about saying something to the Doctor about it, but she had other things to get out. "You promise Dave won't ever find out about it?"
"I'm your therapist, and you know I can't talk to him."
It was enough for her to hear, and she knew she could always trust the good doctor. Jasmine needed him more than ever, and really needed to get things off of her chest. The last thing she needed was for her wealthy husband to have another reason for them to get a divorce. The only reason she stuck around this long was the fancy lifestyle he provided for her. She had all the money she needed and a beautiful waterfront mansion. They ate at the most expensive restaurants and had any luxury they could afford. But underneath all the expensive jewelry and other extravagances, she felt emptier than ever. The house was stale and lonely, the money was boring and having everything also meant she had nothing. Their lifestyle did nothing to hide the fact that she was like a ghost to him. Not only didn't he pay any attention to her, he was always threatening to run off with his pretty young blonde secretaries.
Every year they seemed to get younger and younger. Every year they seemed to get blonder and their breasts seemed to get bigger and bigger. Their blouses became tighter and their skirts came up higher and higher. Of course, he never admitted to sleeping with any of them. But they were always there whenever he had those late nights at the office. One evening Jasmine decided to spy on him, and snuck into his office building. She never told him anything about that night, but he definitely had his latest secretary bent over his desk and his hands all over her hot young body. Jasmine took a deep breath and left the office, unsure of how to handle catching him. But her Husband's cheating didn't end there. This new secretary seemed to be his favorite so far.
Despite his cheating, Jasmine still didn't want to hurt him. All she wanted was for someone to finally notice her. Her pretty blonde hair was starting to turn grey and her breasts were beginning to sag, but she was still a very attractive woman. She was still pretty enough to be noticed and all she wanted to someone to fawn over her. What she did next wasn't about revenge, or maybe it was. Maybe she just want to be touched the same way Dave ran his filthy hands over his latest secretary. Jasmine sighed and finally told the Doctor what happened three nights earlier in the Tahoe.
That night in the Tahoe