This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.
Also, this is a continuation of a story that begun in my story "Hurricane Gina". While it's not necessary to read that one before this one, it would provide some added context, I'm sure.
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(Two Days Later)
(Eddie)
I was bouncing my foot on the carpeted floor of the lobby of Dr. White's office. I had told my wife that I had a work meeting that was going late, so as to not let her know that I was meeting with Dr. White without her knowing. She'd had her appointment the day before, and I was somewhat nervous that she'd come home having found out I was meeting with her sex therapist behind her back. Uh... it sounds bad putting it like that. It wasn't some salacious, secret meeting. It was a private appointment to work out some things.
That being said, I still did feel bad about not being able to tell Annie about this. Not just the keeping a secret thing, but... me not being as far along with things as I should be as a married man. If I were a better man, I wouldn't need to be here. If I had been more discerning as a younger man, I wouldn't be in this position.
Suddenly, the door across from me opened up, and there stood Dr. White. Seeing her again after the turmoil of seeing her a few days prior... the mere sight of her made me hold my breath. Luckily, she was dressed about how I expected her to be. A black, stylish, professional business suit, a black suit coat and a slim, matching knee-length skirt. Her exposed calves were covered with black stockings, leading down to expensive looking heels. Up top, beneath her coat, was a satiny red button-up top that flattered her body. And it was there that I noticed the only vestige of what I'd seen two days prior, a few buttons left undone, showing just a hint of the expansive cleavage I knew was there. Not to a level that might be considered unprofessional, of course, but now that I knew what she was working with, it was hard for me not to notice. I then looked up at her gorgeous smiling face, her chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders, her glasses adding an air of intellectualism that was, let's just say, not present two days prior.
"C'mon back, Eddie," she said warmly. Smiling and nodding, I stood up and moved to comply. As I did, she turned to glance at her receptionist, Ashley, the only other person in the room.
"Ash, you can take off. I'll close up," Dr. White told her.
"You sure?" Ashley asked, seemingly a bit surprised.
"It's late on a Friday," Dr. White began. "Go home. Enjoy your weekend!" Ashley's face lit up.
"Okay. Thanks!" Ashley chirped.
Dr. White turned back to face me as I approached her. I only slowed down when, instead of stepping aside to let me pass as she did last time, she stood in front of me and held the door open, passing the job over to me as soon as I got close enough. This kept her in front of me as we began moving towards her office.
"I'm so glad you came!" she said, grinning as she led me down the hall. "I confess I was afraid you were gonna think twice and cancel. Of course, you could have done so. I wouldn't have been offended at all. But I'm glad you're being proactive about this stuff. That's a very good sign!" I was suddenly hit with a pang of regret. Damn! I could have just told her no and have not faced any repercussions. A big part of me did not want to be here, and knowing that might have been just enough to convince me to not come here. But not wanting to display any regret, I simply smiled and nodded as she looked at me over her shoulder.
As she led me on, I was again struck by the contrast between the two sides of her I'd encountered. The professional image of the woman in front of me was the polar opposite of the one I'd run into in that parking lot. The one thing they had in common was the way her butt moved as she walked, smoothly shaking side-to-side, the firm cheeks pressing out perfectly against the thin black skirt. It wasn't an over-the-top kind of movement... it just seemed that her gait worked to naturally showcase her rear end. But the show didn't last very long, as her office wasn't far away.
Pushing open the door, she stood against it as she welcomed me inside, gesturing for me to walk past her into the office. I pivoted as soon as I got within close proximity of her, not wanting to make contact with her as I walked past. And even though I was successful on that front, being somewhat close to her allowed her subtle, feminine perfume to hit my nose. That had always been a weakness of mine, and it activated my sense memory almost immediately.
Whatever cocktail of perfume, girly shampoos, lotions and natural scents it was, there was just something about the unmistakable scent of a girl that always just clicked with me. It just seemed like the girls that I ended up dating smelled amazing. I distinctly remember getting a certain pleasant satisfaction of smelling a girly scent on my bedsheets the night after sharing my bed with a girl. It's probably a bit of confirmation bias, but it seems like the girls I liked the best had a perfectly calibrated girly scent, and some of the girls that I had more of a tumultuous relationship with were a little more garish and less subtle with their girly smell. Still nice but sometimes a bit aggressive. A little too strong of a perfume, a slightly more bitter of a shampoo, etc. Unfortunately, Annie had sensitive allergies to overly perfume-y smells, so she didn't use a lot of heavily scented products. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that big of a deal. But... I couldn't deny the small feeling of satisfaction that went through me when that scent of a girl hit my nose.
This is all a long way to say that Dr. White smelled really good. A perfectly calibrated scent, my exact preference.
Knowing the drill, I walked across the room and took a seat on the couch as she grabbed a notebook from her desk before sitting down on her chair. Sitting up straight, and in doing so unconsciously pushing her chest out, making her large breasts press outwards against her silky red top, I found my eyes glancing at her cleavage for just a moment. Regathering myself, I looked up just in time as she looked at me and began speaking.
"So, like I said, I am VERY excited that you're here today," Dr. White began, smiling brilliantly. "And, lucky for us, this is my last appointment of the week, actually, so we don't have to rush through this. That being said, I don't want to waste time." She paused here, leaving me enough time to nod in assent. "Now, before we get started, I just want to remind you that my goal is to help you find your best self. That might require pushing your buttons, needling at you, perhaps even making you a little upset. But again, everything I'm doing is to help you, so please stick it out with me, even if I start to piss you off a little bit. Sound good?" she asked, smiling warmly. I nodded again.
"I'd first like to discuss your dating history." I physically tightened up at this, dread filling me, and my reaction was noticeable enough for her to see it. She grinned again. "I know this makes you uncomfortable. But my hope is that we can just push right through that. Rip off the band-aid right away. And I'm also hoping that we can perhaps get past some of the... dancing around the answers... that you started to do during our last session. How does that sound?" She asked this warmly but firmly, a gentle warning that it was for the best that I just speak the truth and get to the point as opposed to trying to dodge the questions.
"Okay," I said, exhaling deeply and nodding again, trusting in her that this approach would be for the best. She flashed another grin at this, then proceeded to begin her questioning.
