A Lie I keep Telling Myself
Maggie thought she had discovered a wonderful medical practice. Her charming new doctor was something else she was excited about. The appointments and counselling were a welcome distraction from the issues in Maggie's marriage. Not many women could claim that about their doctor visits. Then Maggie realised it was too good to be true, or was it?
There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop them, even if I wanted to. Maggie.
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I was consumed with disbelief, then shock before finally becoming angry. How could I have been so gullible? He's my doctor for God's sake! But it's so obvious now. I was besotted by my new doctor's gorgeous smile and alluring blue gaze. He was trying to charm his way into my panties! I admit being naive, even a little infatuated, but at least I had the decency to remind myself how inappropriate my thoughts were! I couldn't leave the matter alone.
I've been attending the Practice and seeing Doctor Love and obviously enjoying the sessions more than I should. But I was never going to sleep with my doctor! I feel so foolish, even allowing myself to enjoy self-pleasure while fantasising about a patient doctor affair. I can see the stupid irony in it, my doctor prescribing sexual therapy for my frustration. He's definitely handsome and charming but had to be almost 60. I wasn't that desperate for sex!
My husband doesn't hide his sordid affairs anymore. Our relationship is still amicable but frustratingly a sexless marriage, at least for me. Derek knows I won't leave him. We have young children to consider and a high-profile photograph business provides the lifestyle we all enjoy. Derek seems to attract young, attractive and inspiring female models and can't seem to resist temptation. Fortunately, he has a talent for keeping it discreet.
What was Derek thinking? His cock obviously did that for him. We definitely had an active and exciting sex life without him looking for more! One of our naughty games was Derek surprising me as a home intruder, ripping my clothing off and forcing me to the floor. I'd feign distress at being raped, acting out a forced-sex roleplay. It makes me angry how I stupidly trusted my new doctor and shared those intimate secrets with him.
I'm a young 42-year-old at heart, an attractive blonde and still crave adventurous sex. I've noticed how men still look at me in a close-fitting dress and my breasts straining against an un-buttoned opening. But pursuing a relationship would just complicate things. Besides, raising three kids and running a business while maintaining our sham of a marriage left little time for anything that remotely resembled a social life let alone anything else.
The situation frustrated me, physically and emotionally. The sheer loneliness and lack of sex prompted me to seek professional assistance. I needed help and not another lecherous man in my life. I thought counselling would help me cope. That's how I unfortunately met the alluring but insidious Doctor Love.
I was excited at discovering an exclusive boutique medical centre for women on the Internet. It sounded wonderful and intriguing. The promise of
'restoring the bond between the physical body, emotions, the heart and desire to allow a complete and sensual experience'
sounded perfect, even a little spiritual. Doctor Love seemed promising, specialising in women's health and being a sex therapist and counsellor.
The Practice was in the fashionable and historic Park Crescent area. I knew the area well. Most people could only dream of owning a home in the most fashionable and expensive real estate in the city. Many were delightfully restored and maintained, some used as professional suites and offices. Didn't I deserve the best after how Derek treated me? I couldn't resist the opportunity to at least go and have a look.
I phoned to make inquires and the Practice manager later gave me a tour of the beautifully renovated double-story terrace building. Maddisyn's in her mid-20's and was lovely. You couldn't help but like her. Her soft and caring nature was part of the tranquil ambience of the Practice. But impressions can be deceptive.
How could I not fall in love with the Practice? The period features, antique furniture and furnishings in every room were gorgeous. It was obviously exclusive and luxurious but without that medical centre feel about it. The thought of Derek paying the exorbitant fees for his indiscretions brought a wicked smile to my face as I registered. Calling us Guests was just part of the deception of course, while praying on discerning women who could afford such luxury.
There was an instant attraction to Doctor Love despite the age difference. His charm, handsome features and that gorgeous smile he kept flashing at me were a pleasant distraction. It was the aroused look in those alluring blue eyes as he stole glimpses of me that excited me the most. It felt nice to be desired, even a little aroused under his warm sensual gaze. Doctor Love obviously enjoys the company of pretty women and I didn't mind one little bit, foolishly soaking up the attention I wasn't getting from Derek.
The counselling was wonderfully liberating. I was surprised how easy it was discussing my issues with Doctor Love, even enjoyable as I melted into the luxurious couch in his consulting suite. More surprising was the thrill at revealing my forced-sex game fetish and the moist trickle of arousal between my thighs while discussing the intimate details. I don't know who was more excited, me or my perverted doctor at the thought of sex with another Guest!
After several sessions, arousal soured to disbelief at hearing my doctor's proposal of sexual therapy, and without a hint of anything illicit! He wasn't fooling me anymore with his charm and smooth tone of voice. I didn't care what he called it; Doctor Love wasn't going to be fucking me! I ended the visit and cancelled my appointments. I should have notified the authorities. That never occurred to me until later when anguishing over how silly I'd been and becoming outraged at what they were getting away with.
I was reeling with a cocktail of emotions as I opened the Practice's wrought-iron front gate, a steely determination, anger and nervousness at confronting Doctor Love. I so wanted to tell him what I thought of his so called 'sexual therapy' before reporting him. It was wrong for so many reasons. It was inappropriate, unethical and obviously illegal. How could a doctor be getting away with it? Nothing about what was going on made any sense.
I paused to cast a last-minute gaze over my outfit. Normally I enjoyed dressing up, even the thrill of wearing something to please Doctor Love. I didn't realise the harm as I was drawn into his evil web of sexual exploitation. He wouldn't be leering at a little too much cleavage and thigh this time! I'd selected my least flattering dress that should have been thrown out years ago, plain and knee length with a full button down front and a pair of comfortable slip-on flat shoes.
I was about to press the doorbell when I heard the distinctive sound of high-heels echoing in the entry hall. I use to like the classy sound of my heels striking the polished Baltic Pine flooring throughout the Practice. It was all part of the attraction. The Practice's image was hardly that of a sleazy establishment you would associate with intimate services.
The stained-glass door opened and Maddisyn was obviously seeing a Guest out. The attractive young Indian woman caught my gaze and gave me a lovely smile. She was wearing a figure-hugging blouse with a hint of a lacy white bra enhancing her rich brown cleavage and barely a mid-thigh skirt showing off her long-toned legs. It struck a nerve, reminding me how I would have dressed for an appointment. The Practice was that sort of place.
Maddisyn looked surprised to see me. 'Another satisfied Guest?' I scoffed disapprovingly, giving the Indian woman a judgemental glance.
The Guest looked a little stunned at my reaction before regaining her composure. 'Oh... very satisfied,' she replied, her eyes widening suggestively and lips curling to a knowing smile.
I turned and watched her wiggle her tight backside through the gate before turning to meet Maddisyn questioning gaze. 'I wasn't expecting you... um, would you like an appointment?' she ventured hesitantly.
