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"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."
"I see. And Sav, have you had any contact with that coworker of yours?"
"No," I answered.
"Any thoughts of other men since the last time we met?"
I bit the inside of my lip and hesitated. "No."
The corners of his lips tilted up and he squinted his eyes. "Ben, how do you think you would you feel if you saw your wife with another man?"
"Probably not great."
"Ah," Leo said. "You said probably."
"I guess I won't know until it happens."
Leo smiled wider. "'Until'. Very interesting. I think it's time for one of my radical tactics. Sav, would you come over here, please?"
I slowly lifted from my seat and walked over to Leo. His silver hair was cut short and his green eyes were lighting up. He shifted in his seat and patted his leg.
"Sit."
I tilted my head. "On- on your lap?"
"Yes, Sav. On my lap."
Without glancing at my husband, I turned around and plopped down on one of Leo's knees.
"Good girl," he praised. "Now, Ben, how do you feel about your wife sitting on my lap?"
I met Ben's gaze and he shifted again on the sofa. "I- I don't know."
Leo's fingertips grazed the bottom of my dress and very slowly started inching it up. "How about now? Now that more of your wife is being exposed by another man?"
Ben swallowed and I noticed a slowly-growing bulge in his pants.
Leo's fingers continued pushing my dress up, his fingertips grazing the tops of my thighs. My dress was then bunched at the crease where my stomach met my thighs and Doctor Leo's hands slowly pulled my thighs apart.
"Tell me, Ben. How wet is your wife for me?"
Ben swallowed. "Dripping."
I felt Leo chuckle behind me and then leaned into my ear. "Dirty girl didn't wear any panties, did you?"
I shook my head.
"Was that for me or for your husband on the other side of the room?"
"You," I whispered.
Leo grunted and his fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh until he was hovering over my bare pussy.
"You're about to watch your wife get finger-fucked by another man, Ben. Take out your cock and show her what that does to you."
Ben slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock, a small drop of pre-cum pearled at the tip.
"I want you to stroke your cock as your therapist makes your wife squirt all over his lap. Can you do that?"
Ben nodded as his hand slowly started massaging his cock.
I felt Leo's fingertips graze my clit and I sucked in a breath.
"Is that good, baby?" he whispered in my ear. He slowly moved down my gushing pussy until one fingertip was resting inside my slit. "I've been thinking about you for days. Pumping my cock dry to this image right here." His finger slipped inside and hooked, finding my g-spot and massaging it. My back arched off of him.
"Shhh," he responded, petting my hair. "You're going to sit here and take every fucking thing I have to give you while your husband gets off to another man making you feel good. Better than he ever could."
"Yes," I rasped. "Please, Doctor Leo."
"Patience, little girl, he said, swirling his finger inside of me. He inserted another finger and started to pump them in and out.
I looked over at Ben who had one arm slung over the back of the sofa and his other hand pumping his thick cock up and down. I turned my head to Doctor Leo and leaned into him for a kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth. His fingers started pumping faster and faster, my mouth opening against his in deep, heavy pants.
"You're such a little slut, you know that?" Leo said, fingering me hard and fast. "You're letting your therapist fuck you in front of your husband. What a little whore?"
"Yes yes yes," I said between moans. "Please Leo please make me cum."
His hand moved side to side violently and I squeezed my eyes shut. "You call me Doctor."
"Yes," I panted. "Yes, Doctor. Please, Doctor. I'll do anything. Please just make me cum. Oh my gooooddd," I moaned louder.
"Fuck, baby, you're dripping down my fucking hand," Leo said, lightly slapping my face. "You dirty little cunt. Suck it off."
He slipped his fingers from inside of me and shoved them into my mouth, making me gag. I closed my eyes and bobbed up and down against them.
"Fuck you're so fucking filthy. How do you taste?"
I responded a garbled reply while drool fell from my mouth.
"God you really are a whore," he said, shoving his fingers down my throat. His other hand then found my pussy again and he shoved three fingers in me forcefully. He then ripped his fingers out of my mouth and squeezed my cheeks, forcing me to look at Ben.
"He's about to cum, Sav. He's about to cum to his slutty little wife cheating on him with another man."
"Leeoooo," I moaned. "Please, FUCK, I need to cum."
Leo pushed a fourth finger in me and curled all of them. "Cum all over my hand you filthy little slut."
I screamed and a gush of liquid squirted out of me, soaking his pants. I watched as my husband came all over his pants, too, and our eyes locked. Leo leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"Now suck your filthy cum out of my pants and then lick it off of your husband's, too."
After I did what he said, Ben and I stood up and looked at Leo.
"See you next week," he smirked, watching us walk out of his office.
