William "Just call me Liam" O'Connor sat back in his chair. "Now, this is our third session together, and you've each had three solo meetings with me." He smiled benevolently at me. "Although the court ordered twelve total meetings, I think at this point we can instruct the judge that no more sessions are required.
"Of course, you'll have to have your lawyers inform the court that you're dropping the divorce action." He beamed at the two of us, sure that his counseling had brought about a happy solution.
Scott also beamed at me, grabbing my hand, and bringing it to his lips, tenderly kissed it.
I just sat and stared at the floor. The therapist had just announced the outcome that I had prayed for and hoped against hope to achieve. Now I just felt empty. Drained and empty. I stared at a smudge on the floor, thinking it looked like something.
Scott bounced up to shake hands with Liam, thanking him for all his help and counsel. It took them a minute to realize I wasn't sharing their joy.
Liam stepped towards me, concern on his face. "What's wrong, Jean? Do you think we need to continue with our sessions? Is there something more that needs to be worked out?"
"No," I shook my head, slowly from side to side. "No, I don't think we need any more sessions."
I took a drink from my water bottle, thinking over the past week. "A lot of things have changed in the last week. I think we need to at least review everything considering current events.
"Scott, you've explained how you've always satisfied your women, never had any complaints." God's gift to women, I thought, but didn't give voice to that aside. "About how you should have been enough for me. You've explained why you lashed out at me as you did. Burn the bitch. You burned the bitch."
I stared at the spot on the floor. The pattern looked like a dog's face. Odd thought. I forced myself to focus. "I explained how painful sex could be, but how I'd try to endure the pain for your pleasure. How I never really knew what a real orgasm was, outside of those I got from oral sex. But I understood how important vaginal sex was to you and how disappointed you always were if I stopped us because of how sensitive my genitals became after even a small orgasm. Sometimes I'd even insist we skip foreplay so that you could have your go in my vagina without all the pain for me. I wouldn't orgasm those times, but that was fine, you were happy. I'd give my life for you. So, what's a little pain or a missed orgasm.
"I'd wished I'd told you. I just didn't know how without hurting your pride. You were so sweet about not forcing me when I had to refuse you because of the pain. You felt like it was your fault I was so sensitive. I didn't realize until these sessions that you thought you were so good at oral sex that you'd driven me to such all consuming orgasms, that my sensitivity was somehow your manly accomplishment. I'm sorry but no, it's not a tribute to what I now know is a laughably bad oral sex technique. It's just how my nerve endings are bundled. Leaning too long on a vibrating clothes dryer accomplishes the same sensitivity."
I took another sip of water. "That's neither here nor there. I loved you so much, I didn't really care about sex except to please you. That was my life's mission. I fell in with Monica not because she gave me orgasms - I'm not a lesbian. In fact, I really find it distasteful." I had to laugh at the imagery. In fact, the taste wasn't that bad, but the idea was. I just wasn't attracted to women. "I enjoyed the climaxes I had with her - who doesn't enjoy pleasure? But I wasn't horny for her. I did get excited when she did things to me, things I hoped to teach you, Scott.
"The only reason I did oral on her was she insisted it was part of the training my body needed to achieve that third orgasm which would lower the floodgates and allow you to use my body for as long or as often as you wanted. I would have chewed glass to give you that joy and pleasure.
"But things have changed this week. You know Monica and Buckie have been arrested. Of course, you know. The story has been in all the news. The husband of one of the women they were blackmailing became suspicious and followed his wife on her Girls' Night. She went to a hotel to meet a John. Turned out she had been indiscreet on a previous night and had been filmed, like Sheila's friend Amy. To keep quiet, they were turning her out to be a prostitute.
"Monica was a procurer. She had two types of whores - those like the woman that got caught and was blackmailed and those who joined girls' night to cut loose and cheat on their husbands in gangbangs and orgies. Buckie was the pimp - he'd bring guys to girls' night, charging them for access. They'd end up in hotel rooms for the action. The girls were never aware that the guys were paying Buckie for their parties and their pussies.
"The blackmailed girls usually stopped coming to the club nights unless they were needed for the orgies, threesomes, or gangbangs. Instead, Buckie arranged for them to meet Johns all through the week, usually during the day while hubby was at work or at night under the cover of Girls' Night. Sometimes, Monica would lend or sell outright the girls to other pimps. That's why she was always recruiting."
