Deanna emerged from the shower to find her husband finally awakening from his deep slumber. Although she craved yet another round, she didn't begrudge him his rest. She glanced at the clock with hopeful curiosity. Unfortunately; the clock confirmed that they didn't have enough time before they had to be at Doctor Binder's, even for a quickie. She sighed with frustration. She was becoming a nymphomaniac.
As David stumbled into the shower, Deanna slipped into a fresh camisole then walked to the kitchen to put some bread in the toaster. As many others had done, they had built a chicken coop in their back yard. Unfortunately; chicken feed had become almost impossible to find. She had given up on raising her own eggs when human rather than animal marauders had slaughtered her flock. It had been months since she'd even seen a fresh egg. As the bread was toasting, she went to the laundry room in search of a clean panty and scrubs.
Deanna was blinded from pulling a top over her head when she felt David's hands caressing her naked butt and pubic mound. The demonstration of his desire was reassuring as well as arousing. She held onto the dryer to brace herself as his fingers worked their magic. Minutes later, she was sitting on the dryer savoring the sensations as her husband's lips and tongue ministered to her. Unfortunately; as her orgasm subsided she realized that his penis was only partially erect. While she was getting to an age when nymphomania seemed to be overwhelming her, he was getting to an age when he wasn't as virile as he once was.
With their abortive lovemaking over, Deanna slipped on her panty and scrub bottoms. She then went to the kitchen to finish their meager breakfast. Fortunately; peanut butter was not as scarce as butter.
They drove to their church in silence. They passed a semi truck arriving at the grocery store escorted by two car loads of security as well as a guard riding shotgun with the driver in the uparmored cab. The guards kept watch as the driver backed the trailer into the walled sally port that had been built around the loading dock. Like most trailers these days, the trailer had remotely operated landing gear jacks and latch for the fifth wheel. The glad hands and umbilicals disconnected as the truck pulled away then the guards kept potential looters at bay as the armored gates swung closed. It was almost like a scene from The Road Warrior. Deanna was grateful that her husband was home to go shopping while she was at work. The shelves would be bare again before her shift was over.
Doctor Binder's office was tucked away in the church basement. The doctor was well dressed in spite of the informal venue. The psychologist was about a dozen years older than Deanna. Although it was indisputable that her youth was behind her, she remained an attractive woman. She continued her practice as a sex surrogate as well as a therapist and counselor.
Doctor Binder didn't waste time with frivolities. "Deanna, your husband informs me that you have been unfaithful to him. Your infidelities have been ongoing for a few months. He also tells me that you don't deny your adultery. Is this correct?"
"Yes. It's true," Deanna confirmed. "I have been cheating on my husband for a... few months," she replied with less than perfect candor.
"Thank you for your candor Deanna. Counseling couples is so much easier when people are honest with me," Doctor Binder responded. "As for candor, David has not been honest enough to admit that he has sought counseling mostly because he has been so confused by and ashamed of his reactions to the realization that his wife has been having sex with other men. He is amazed that he hasn't divorced you or even became violent. He is unwilling to confess that your infidelities provoke his arousal as well as his jealousy and anger."
David became red faced with embarrassment and anger. He angrily asserted, "her cheating doesn't turn me on!"
"Really," Doctor Binder replied. "How many times have you had sex with Deanna since you confronted her about her infidelities and she confessed? How many times did you have sex with your wife after you realized that she was cheating on you but before you confronted her? How many times did you have sex with your wife during the time that you suspected that she was an adulteress but had not yet confirmed it? Would you expect Deanna and I to believe that you'd be so eager to have sex with your adulterous wife if her infidelities didn't arouse you?"
David's silence was eloquent. However; after prodding from Doctor Binder he reluctantly confessed, "yes. I guess for some perverse reason, her cheating does turn me on."
"I'm glad we have that settled. Now we need to help you to understand that your reaction is far from an aberration," Doctor Binder explained. "Have you ever been into pornography?"
David shifted uncomfortably in his chair and stammered before confessing, "yes. I discovered my Uncle's collection of vintage Penthouse magazines back when I was an adolescent."
"Did you ever buy Penthouse or similar magazines as you got older?"
"Yes," David confessed nervously.
"Which magazines?"
"Sometimes Playboy but usually Penthouse or Penthouse Letters," David nervously confessed.
"Obviously; you didn't just look at the pictures," Doctor Binder observed.
"No. I didn't just look at the photos. I liked to read the erotic stories and letters," David acknowledged.