Chapter 6: Back to Business
Life proved uneventful for Carlos when he saw George again. The therapist was sitting in his chair with his notebook in hand. The patient was pacing back and forth.
"So you ensured that he found new work?" George inquired.
"Yeah, yeah. Dairy handled everything. Cost me a favor, and I am expected to be at the next retreat thing."
"And that makes you feel unhappy?" George wondered.
"I mean no...Yes? I don't know, Doc. I had fun. How am I the bad guy?"
"We have been over this," George said, holding back his accent, but finding it bleeding through nonetheless. "It is
not
about being the bad or good guy. We are working to have you operate within a moral framework that you can work with without compromising your professional and personal life, Carlos."
"Yeah, yeah," Carlos tried to wave off.
"No! We take your therapy seriously, young man!"
Carlos flinched at the therapist's outburst. "Then why do I feel like shit? I fixed things."
"No..." George said slowly over his glasses, pushing his notebook down. "You got this...Jim..." he said, checking his notes. "You got him a new job, not fixed their marriage. They have an uphill battle thanks in no small part because of you."
"But
he
cheated first!"
"I am not here to justify toxic behavior, Carlos. Tell it to your secretary."
"Then what do I do?"
"Well, what did you learn from this experience? Perfection is not the plan for your treatment. Progression,
not
perfection, is the goal for you. Do better than yesterday, so how do you think you can do better?"
Carlos thought about the question. He let loose a sigh.
"I suppose I shouldn't help with infidelity," Carlos said.
George let out a sigh of his own. He supposed that was certainly progress. He had hoped that Carlos might move past that and work on his deeper issues, but he had to take any steps in the right direction that he would get from Carlos.
"Well, it looks like we have a start."
Carlos nodded, falling back onto the couch. He would need to see George again in three to four weeks. He certainly was not looking forward to doing the work.
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As much as he hated to admit it, George was right. Carlos was not one to settle down. He had tried that already, and he was not going to put himself in that position again.
But helping a wife cheat would be a no go. He had enjoyed the poly and cuck couples. The husbands were usually good enough to give permission, but the reason someone like Nicole had her certain flavor is husbands tend to revoke consent or they sabotage a good thing so they can see their wife with a bigger cock or to satisfy some other fetish.
Carlos did not work his ass off to be disposable. Relationships ended when he was done with them. To have himself be in a position to be hurt or left in a heap was not ideal.
He would
not
be taken for granted.
As he thought about those things, he saw Stacy at her desk. She seemed a little distracted.
"You all right?" he asked.
She returned to herself and nodded to him. "Oh yeah. Just relationship stuff."
"Is everything okay?" Carlos asked, stopping to show genuine affection. He liked Stacy. He was going to blow her back out one day, but especially after his last foray, he didn't want to ruin her life.
"Just...the hours. The money is good but you know...boyfriends don't tend to stay up for gals that have a job that has a ceiling for job potential."
Carlos looked at her, really looked at her, and he could see she was distraught. "Talk to me. Do you think you both need more time together?"
He could see she was near tears. She barely was able to just nod her head in answer to him.
"Then...for the next three weeks, you're in at eight and out by five."
Stacy looked at him, blinking in disbelief. "What?"
"I'll pay you as if you worked ten if you can just help me manage the normal day to day, Stace. If your boyfriend wants you to get a new job, I will make sure you get a great reference. Focus on your life. You only get one of them, you know."
She stared at Carlos as if he were a ghost before jumping up and hugging him.
"Oh...Thank you! Thank you!"
"No problem, Stacy. More difficult things are done all the time," he said with a kind tone in his voice.
When Stacy was done celebrating, Carlos went into this office. He shut the door. He would need to be sure of his next moves. He looked at his phone and sent a text to Autumn.
Saturday okay?
He was thinking about things. There was Tracy. Sweet woman. Never done this. He could be indispensable to her. She and her husband had no experience, so that was fun. Then there was Tiff. There were possibilities there. But he would need to push things with her husband if there was even a snowball's chance in hell for that.
He would need to be more careful than he had been with Jim and Nicole. It was about making it about hubby's choice. That was how he would get back to it. He reached into his top drawer. He was tossing his ball up and down when his phone vibrated.
Saturday. Bring a condom.
Well would you look at that? Things were looking up. Maybe he could push his luck in other areas as well. He would need to play one safe but the other he could push.
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Hey! Are you okay?
That was the first text in weeks from Carlos.
Tracy did her best to not act excited. But the truth was she was excited by him. She had never met anyone like him. She did not know what it was. He was intelligent, well thought out...He didn't think with his dick like her husband.
And Chris was great. He was a supportive husband most of the time, but when it came to this fetish of his, he bounced around with it. One minute, he couldn't get enough of the idea of her fucking someone else, the next, he seemed pissed off by it.
Honestly, Tracy had no idea how to work with him, or what there was to do about it.
The simplest, most honest truth was she loved her husband, and this was not something worth leaving him over. That meant she would just have to let Carlos go. Simple as that.
It did not matter how interesting he was, the fact that he listened to her, or that...She was sure he was great in bed.
She had to let all of that go.
She would. For her marriage and husband.
Sorry
