"So, what brings you guys in today?" our therapist, Doctor Leo, asked, one leg crossed over the other in the chair across from my husband and me.
"We, umm-" I started. "We've been having some trust issues."
Doctor Leo looked at me and nodded. "Tell me more."
I glanced at my husband who was looking at the ground.
"There was a guy at work who made a pass at me and now Ben can't seem to believe that there's nothing going on between him and I. Which there's not."
Leo looked between Ben and I and nodded again. "I see. Well, you know I do have some radical types of techniques in my sessions. If you want talk therapy, I'm not the one to go to. However, if I think that either party needs intervention, I will schedule individual sessions to talk more about the root of your issues."
I glanced at Ben and nodded. "Okay. I think that's a good idea. We'll discuss and let you know if it's a good fit."
I stood up first, followed by Ben, who shook Leo's hand. As Ben turned to walk out of the office, Leo took my hand and shook it, his hand lingering in mine for a beat longer than I thought necessary. Goosebumps erupted on my skin and I looked at the ground, my face flushing.
"Thank you for your help," I mumbled before following Ben out of the office.
As Ben and I drove home, we talked about how maybe the unconventional tactics may be exactly what we needed, although it was never discussed exactly what those tactics were. We preferred to go in blindly and with a blank slate.
That night, I messaged Doctor Leo and let him know that Ben and I would like to come in again, as well as set up recurring sessions. He messaged back immediately that he was pleased to hear that and we could discuss regular meetings when we met next time. I put down a session a few days later in my calendar, joined Ben upstairs in bed, and fell asleep, our backs to each other.
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"Oh, fuck," I moaned as a head shook between my thighs. "Fuuuuuck, that's so fucking good."
My hand laced in the silver hair of the man sucking on my clit as he groaned into my pussy. "Good fucking girl," he said, my breath getting more shallow. He then shoved his tongue deep in my pussy and wiggled it around, fucking me with it.
Fuck, Ben never knew how to eat me out like this, but maybe he somehow learned.
As a tongue continued to fuck me violently, one finger was inserted into my ass. I moaned and arched my back off the bed.
"You're such a little slut, baby," the voice between my legs said. "Does your husband know you're letting another man fuck your sweet ass while his tongue is deep in your pussy, about to drink down your cum?"
My eyes flew open and I looked down to see Doctor Leo smiling and sucking on my clit once more. I squirted all over his face and he lapped it up like a dog drinking water.
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I woke up panting, sweaty, and hornier than I'd ever been in my life. I looked over at Ben who was still sleeping soundly, his back still to me. I turned over on my side and fell asleep again, secretly hoping to pick up where my dream had left off.
The next few days, I tried to ignore the dream I had about Leo. As I was preparing dinner the night before our next session, my phone pinged with a message from him. He was confirming our appointment, followed by saying he was looking forward to it. I liked his message and shoved my phone in my back pocket.
As Ben and I walked into Leo's office the next evening, there were butterflies in my stomach. My face was red and my heart was beating out of my chest. We sat down on Leo's couch across from him, and I finally looked at him. His eyes were on my body and the dress I had chosen to wear that day. When I crossed one leg over the other, his eyes snapped up to mine.
Was he having the same thoughts about me that I was having about him?
Ben took a seat next to me and our session started.
"I'm happy to see you both here again," Leo said. "How have the past few days been for you?"
I turned to look at Ben who shifted in his seat. "Fine. We haven't spoken much."
