Audrey's Therapy Sessions

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This is the story of a wife who visits a therapist to discuss the sexual dysfunction in her marriage and life, as well as the journey of sexual awakening that ensues. I wanted to try something a little different in my writing approach, so this is told over the course of a series of therapy sessions. There is a lot of discussion on emotions and motivations, in addition to the obligatory gratuitous sex scenes.

Session One

"Good afternoon. You're Audrey, I presume?" the blonde-haired, long-legged therapist asked. She looked up from her clipboard and adjusted her thin wire framed glasses to peer at the dark-haired woman who just entered her office. She was a new patient, and the background and reasons she listed were vague, only referring to generic marital issues.

"Yes, I am. And are you Dr. Sandrine?" Audrey assumed as she nervously shook the therapist's hand. Her 5'2" frame felt diminutive compared to Dr. Sandrine as the therapist stood up to greet her at a full height that reached nearly 6 feet tall in her high heels. The psychologist's hair was cut short, and she carried a stern air of authority, an almost clinical nature about her, although the online reviews from female clients on her ability to diagnose and help her patients work through their issues were glowing.

Dr. Eleanor Sandrine motioned for her newest patient to take a seat on the sofa. She watched as the petite brunette clutched her purse as she sat down. Her new patient's reticence was clearly visible, although Dr. Sandrine was used to helping introverted clients open themselves up to engage in frank and honest conversations.

"Is this your first time seeing a therapist?" Dr. Sandrine hazarded an educated guess.

"Is it that obvious?" Audrey responded sheepishly, almost embarrassed.

"I've been doing this a long time," the 48-year-old Dr. Sandrine explained. "For over 20 years now, so I've practically heard and seen it all. There's nothing to fear. I'm only here to help you. But I can't help you unless you help me to help yourself."

"I know," Audrey acknowledged. "That's why I selected you. Because of your experience, and because you're a woman. I thought you might better relate to my situation to help me through my issues without passing judgement."

Dr. Sandrine studied her new patient. Audrey was nicely put together. She was dressed professionally in a pencil skirt and blouse. Her two-inch heels were functional, as were the nylon stockings she wore. Her face was timid, but her eyes were large and round with a kindness that drew you in. She wasn't young, but she was far from old. Her figure was healthy, perhaps 120 pounds on her 5'2" frame. Audrey's brown hair showed early signs of fading, perhaps the first hints of grey creeping in.

"So, tell me about yourself. Why are you here?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"Well, I'm Audrey Sheehan, although I guess you already knew that," the brunette stammered as she pointed at the paper on the psychologist's clipboard. "I'm 43, and I've been married to my husband for 16 years, and we've got three kids. He's a consultant, and I'm a manager at a data management company."

"That all sounds delightful, as if you've got the prototypical perfect life. But you wouldn't be here if life was all peachy keen, now would you?" Dr. Sandrine dryly answered.

"I'm sorry; I'm nervous," Audrey apologized.

"No need to feel sorry. I'm here to help."

"Thank you. I appreciate it," Audrey responded. "I don't know how else to say this, so I'll just come out with it. You see, about a month ago, my husband said that he wanted to have an open marriage."

Audrey paused and looked to gauge Dr. Sandrine's reaction.

"I take it this was an unexpected surprise?" the therapist guessed.

"Yes, my world was turned upside down," Audrey confessed. "My confidence was shattered. I thought maybe I brought it upon myself, that I was somehow to blame. I mean, our sex life had slowed down after we had kids, and I thought maybe I wasn't being a good wife, that I wasn't fulfilling his needs."

"Perhaps he already had someone else he wanted to pursue?" Dr. Sandrine sagely suggested.

Audrey's embarrassed smile told the therapist that her instincts were correct.

"And how did you respond to your husband's request for an open marriage?" Dr. Sandrine pressed on.

"I tried to tell him no, but he was insistent."

"Did you eventually agree to an open marriage?"

A guilty look overtook Audrey's face. "I was scared to lose my husband. I didn't want my kids growing up in a divorced household."

"It's not an easy choice. I don't judge you, Audrey," Dr. Sandrine reassured her. "I just help you understand yourself better. To recognize self-destructive tendencies or realize your own self-worth. Maybe open your eyes to new ways to look at things and understand your own motivations, so you can face your fears. But before we go any further, let me make one thing clear. I can't fix your life or help you by myself. All I can do is help direct you, but if you want things to change in your life, then it has to come from you. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, I understand," Audrey agreed.

"Good. But before you go any further, I have to ask. Should this really be couples therapy? I mean, I can consult with you, but it's best if you work on your marriage together and directly with your husband."

"I'm worried there's something wrong with me," Audrey explained, carefully choosing her words, "and I think I need to fix myself before I can fix my marriage."

Dr. Sandrine accepted Audrey's response. "Very well, then. So, you've agreed, if only tacitly, to an open marriage. But how exactly would that work?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have kids. You have your own relationship with each other still if you intend to remain married. Are you really sure that jealousy won't become a factor? Do you need to vet any extramarital relationships with the other beforehand? Are you both committed to practicing safe sex? Do you need to make sure the other spouse is available to watch the kids while the other is with someone else? What if you both have plans at the same time? There are a myriad of potential landmines and complications I could foresee."

Audrey looked dismayed after the scolding over her naivete. "We talked a bit and basically came to an understanding. I don't want to know if he's taken on another lover yet, but I gave him permission to stray out of our marriage vows. He just needs to not flaunt it in my face."

"And what about yourself? Do you have any intention to test the waters in an open marriage?" the psychologist inquired.

"That's why I'm here. Before my husband proposed it, the thought of going outside my marriage never even crossed my mind."

"Do you still love your husband?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"I've been pondering that question for weeks now, and I've decided yes," Audrey sighed. "He has his faults, but so do I. The open marriage request was a shock to my system, but he's still a good father to our kids, and even though we don't seem to be physically compatible, he's still my best friend. It may sound odd, but I'm not giving up on our marriage. Our relationship is imperfect, but what union doesn't have its ups and down. For better, for worse, as we swore in our vows, as I recall. Marriage is about compromise, and as hard as this change is, I'm working to accept it."

"You mentioned that you have not been sexually active in your marriage. If you could resolve those issues, would your husband take back his open marriage proposal?"

"We've tried, but I'm afraid we're just not sexually compatible," Audrey responded.

"Why is that?"

"I might not be here if I knew the answer to that one."

Dr. Sandrine pulled her reading glasses down on her nose. "Have you tried spicing up your marriage? Perhaps a little role play could rekindle the flame."

Audrey just shook her head. "I'd just feel frightfully silly dressing up in a wig and pretending we were strangers in a bar. It's just not for me."

"Are you really okay if your husband sleeps with another woman? Be honest with yourself."

Audrey sighed deeply. "I've tried to tell myself that he just seeks a physical outlet for his sexual desires, that he'd just be in a no strings attached relationship, and that he's still coming home to me, but I'd be lying if I said it doesn't hurt?"

"Have you told him this?"

"No," Audrey admitted.

"Why not?"

"I did a lot of soul searching over all this. We were out to dinner the other week, and he joked around with the waitress, and I felt an intense jealousy watching him openly flirt with another woman. I seethed, but then it led me in an unexpected revelation, namely that turnabout is fair play."

"In what way?" Dr. Sandrine inquired.

"Meaning that both of us were free to have sex outside our marriage, and that realization somehow unlocked something in me."

"And what was that?"

"Initially it was a lust born out of jealousy," Audrey explained. "If my husband no longer wanted to sleep with me, then I could indignantly find another man who did. If he slept with one woman, then I could sleep with two other men."

"I'm concerned," Dr. Sandrine interrupted. "That sounds like a potentially self-destructive path, one born of spite and blind to the harm you'd inflict on yourself. Do you still feel that way?"

Audrey nodded her head. "Our sex life has devolved to the point that he can hardly even get it up with me. I felt so depressed, wondering how hideous I must look for him to no longer be attracted to me."

"They make a little blue pill for that now," Dr. Sandrine helpfully pointed out.

"I think after over 15 years of marriage and three kids, even a little blue pill might not make my husband sexually attracted to me anymore. Honestly, we both share the blame. Between kids, their school, and my work, sex was the farthest thing from my mind for years on end. I was so busy, I barely even had time to ever think about sex for years."

"You said earlier that you wanted to work on yourself, but I really feel couples therapy is what you need to work through your marital issues," Dr. Sandrine insisted.

"I haven't told you everything yet."

"You shouldn't be too hard on yourself. As I'm sure you're aware, almost half of marriages end in divorce. Marriage is not an easy relationship to manage."

"Thank you for that," Audrey responded. "It's not easy, but my husband's proposal really forced me to take stock of my life. After years of speeding through life, it's like I woke up one day and realized that life is more than just kids and work. Maybe I'm going through a midlife crisis. I don't even know. But I don't think I'm bad looking. I mean, I'm not a spring chicken anymore, but I think I look good for my age. I'm 43, but I'm still a size 8, about 5'2" and 120 pounds. I've only gained about 10 pounds over 16 years of marriage, which is less than half of what my husband has gained over the same period."

"You are a very fetching woman, if you don't mind my saying," Dr. Sandrine confirmed.

"Thank you. It's flattering to receive compliments. I mean, I know my wardrobe is often more functional than stylish. I often just tie my brown hair back in a simple ponytail and only wear a little lipstick, but I'm not a high maintenance woman."

"You don't need to apologize for that," Dr. Sandrine reassured her.

"But what started off as open jealousy turned into blind lust. Suddenly, I felt like a hormonally fueled teenager again. Sex was all I could think about, and I started seeing men in a new light."

"In a sexual light?" Dr. Sandrine guessed.

"Exactly. Now when I see a good-looking man, I... I... have deeply immoral thoughts," Audrey confessed.

"I see. But you haven't acted on them, I take it."

"I have."

"In what way?" Dr. Sandrine asked softly.

Audrey hesitated before continuing. Her body was shaking as she began to speak. "His name is Steve. He's a single guy who lives down the street. He's younger, about 30, and he's always mowing his lawn shirtless, and I always see him jogging in our neighborhood. He's got an incredible body. He's like an adonis, this perfect physical specimen, about 6 foot and 175 pounds with a six pack."

"And you acted on your newfound impulses with him?" Dr. Sandrine inquired.

"We've always politely waved when we cross paths but never engaged in anything more than neighborly chit chat, but then two weeks ago, I don't know what came over me. He had just returned home after a jog, and I struck up a conversation with him."

"Were you just wanting to talk like neighbors, or were you intending to flirt with him?" Dr. Sandrine pressed her patient.

"I didn't have any plan. I mean, I think I hoped to flirt, but I didn't even know how. I felt so awkward. I've been married for so long, I don't even know how to go about any of this anymore."

"Did he know you were flirting? Did he flirt back?"

Audrey took a deep breath before continuing. "I commented on how fit and toned he looked, and then one thing led to another. He asked if I worked out, which I thought was laughable. The next thing I knew, he was inviting me to see the gym set up in his basement."

"And did you take him up on his offer?"

"Yes," Audrey answered with an embarrassed smile. "I followed him into his house. I asked if he lived alone, and he said yes, that he only had his dog for company."

"And I take it one thing continued leading to another?" Dr. Sandrine surmised.

"I was so nervous," Audrey continued. "But he's so good looking and so much younger than me. I started doubting myself. Like I said, I kind of just put myself out there, but I really didn't have a plan. Then he started showing me how to use some of his exercise equipment, and the next thing I knew, his hands slid down my arms as I struggled with a pulldown bar."

"Was he just spotting you or showing you technique perhaps? Or was there something more to it?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"His hands went from my arms to my shoulders and then ran down the side of my body," Audrey explained. "His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. There was too much weight, more than I could pull down, so I let go of the bar. I was sitting on the bench, and he was standing right behind me, and when I turned around to face him, his crotch was staring me in the face."

"And then what happened?"

"There was an unmistakable bulge in his pants," Audrey said as she closed her eyes and relived the moment. "And then it jumped out at me, almost like a heart beating out of a chest, and I just sat there in mesmerized shock."

"He asked about my husband while his fingers stroked my hair," she continued. "I just sat there with my mouth hanging open as I stared at his crotch. I remember how silent the basement was. You could've heard a pin drop in that moment. It felt like an eternity passed, and then I admitted that my husband and I have an open marriage. Right then I made a split-second decision, deciding I'd test the open marriage waters, and I asked if I could suck his dick."

"And how did he respond?" Dr. Sandrine asked, her voice catching.

"His dick jumped out at me again, and he said, 'Does that answer your question?'. Then I pulled down his pants and underwear, and his dick plopped free. He wasn't hard, but his manhood was already so meaty and thick, he was already as large as my husband when he's fully erect."

"Then I lifted up my hand and wrapped my fingers around him, and he pulsed several times in my hand," Audrey continued. "I squeezed down gently while jerking him lightly, and his cock responded each time with another pulse, lunging out at me, practically calling to me, begging me for attention. He quickly hardened in my hand after only a few seconds, his full manhood measuring seven inches once he was fully erect. And then I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around him. He was so much bigger than my husband, I struggled to even take him all in."

"Is the fact that your husband is less well endowed a turn off?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

Audrey pondered the psychologist's question for a second. "I never really knew any different before, but Steve's packaging was just so eye-catching, it's hard not to compare."

"And I take it you prefer Steve's size over your husband's?" Dr. Sandrine pressed the matter.

"It is certainly more attention getting."

"Did you feel any guilt afterward?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"No, I didn't," Audrey ruefully admitted.

"Does your husband know?"

"I told my husband not to flaunt his affairs in my face, so I adopted the same approach with him," Audrey responded.

"And has he had any affairs since opening up your marriage?"

"Not that I know of, although I did ask him to hide it from me," Audrey replied.

"Fair enough. So, what now? Do you intend to have a regular affair with your neighbor, Steve?"

"I gave him oral sex, but we didn't have actual sex," Audrey explained. "Looking back, that part of it was slightly disappointing. I mean, I guess maybe I should take it as a compliment, but he ejaculated in my mouth after only like a minute. I did suck him clean. I played with his balls while he unloaded in my mouth, and I swallowed it down. As exciting as the whole encounter was, it's not like I got any physical sexual pleasure out of it. I gave all the pleasure, and my only reward was a salty bitter load of cum that honestly didn't taste very good as I swallowed it down my throat. Oh God, I'm sorry if that's TMI."

"It's okay. Part of my job is to encourage free and open dialog," Dr. Sandrine reassured her patient. "As long as the subject matter is relevant to your issues that you want to address, then I don't want to inhibit your emotions and make you feel like you need to hide anything. This is a safe space."

"I appreciate that," Audrey said thankfully.

"So, your encounter with Steve didn't progress beyond oral sex?"

"Afterward, it's like the moment had passed, and I left his house a few minutes later," Audrey answered. "At least he opened a new toothbrush for me to use so I could brush the taste and smell of his cum from my mouth before going home to my family."

"How gentlemanly of him," Dr. Sandrine dryly responded. "So, how did you feel afterward about it? Or how do you feel now? Do you feel any guilt? Any remorse?"

"No, and that's part of the reason why I'm here. I don't feel any guilt."

"Are you saying you want to keep having more affairs?" the psychologist wondered.

Audrey shrugged her shoulders.

"It seems you're still a cougar on the prowl?" Dr. Sandrine suggested, and Audrey smiled.

"There's a park near my workplace. Sometimes I go there during my lunch hour just to walk around and get some fresh air."

"How is that relevant?"

"I met a guy there last week. I don't even know his name," Audrey remarked, embarrassed with herself.

"A stranger?"

"Yes," she admitted. "He was nice looking and clean cut, dressed in khakis and a polo shirt. He had a gorgeous mane of dirty blonde hair and a strong nose and chin, and deep blue eyes like the ocean. He looked a little younger, maybe around 30 years old."

"Do you have a thing for younger men? I'm sensing a pattern already" Dr. Sandrine surmised.

"It does seem like that, doesn't it?" Audrey admitted. "I wasn't specifically seeking out younger men, but both of them were eye candy. I've wondered if I wasn't just weak-willed, as easily as I succumbed to both of them, but it'd been a long time since I felt desirable given the sexual breakdown in my marriage."

"So, have you slept with this stranger you met?"

"He approached me and struck up a conversation, and he seemed genuinely interested in me," Audrey explained. "He was quick witted, and I've found intelligence is one of the sexiest traits in a man. It started off innocently enough, but then our conversation turned playful and peppered with innuendos. It all just seemed like harmless flirting."

"And just like with Steve, one thing led to another?" Dr. Sandrine guessed.

Audrey looked discomfited. "God, you must think I'm a slut."

Dr. Sandrine reached across and placed her hands on Audrey's.

"I don't judge you, but you are judging yourself. Now I want you to really think about what is driving this changed behavior. I see now why you wanted to work on yourself first. I just want you to be safe and well. I don't want you to get hurt, but I'm worried that you're exhibiting potentially self-destructive behavior."

"That's what worries me," Audrey agreed. "I know I should be ashamed of my behavior, but it's the opposite. It's all I can think about. There's a forest trail that leads back in the woods at that park. I went back there with that guy, that stranger behind some large boulders where no one would see us. I was dressed for work, so I was wearing a knee length pencil skirt and blouse with pantyhose and heels." She looked down with dismay at her current outfit. "Very similar to what I'm wearing now. I came here straight from work."

"Did you know what you were getting into when you went into the woods with him?"

"Yes. I got caught up in the moment, but I wanted it to happen," the brunette answered. "He asked me to come back there with him so we could make out. I mean, it wasn't rape or anything like that, if that's what you're asking."

Dr. Sandrine listened patiently as Audrey continued recounting her experience.

"It was so silent out there. There was no one else around. I remember how the leaves crunched under my heels as I stepped across the forest floor. It sounded like I was announcing my presence to the world. A fallen branch broke when I stepped on it, and it might as well have been a shotgun blast as deafening as the silence was."

"Then when we were hidden behind the boulder, we began making out. I thought he was an octopus, the way his hands were seemingly all over my body," Audrey chuckled and shook her head at the memory. "The next thing I knew, my blouse was unbuttoned, and he was pulling down my bra. He started sucking on my tits, and I got so turned on. I've never been naked in public before, and the excitement of being naked and engaged in sexual activity out in the open where someone could stumble across us at any moment was exhilarating. I tried to keep quiet, but it was a futile effort. We were hidden behind the boulders, but we weren't that far off the trail, and anyone could've passed by us without any notice. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, and my pantyhose was pulled down to my knees. His hands reached inside my panties, and he fingered me while he kept sucking on my tits."

"And this was all consensual?" the psychologist inquired.

Audrey slowly nodded her head. "Completely. It'd been so long since a man touched me down there that I was desperate for it, and I was like putty in his hands. I couldn't help myself. He complained that my cunt was so hairy, but it didn't stop him from fingering me. Since my sex life had dried up, I'd stopped grooming myself down there, but his fingers, they tickled my folds, roughly rubbing my slit. I started moaning and leaned back against one of the boulders while he slipped a finger inside and rubbed his thumb on my clit."

"It seems you rather enjoyed it." Dr. Sandrine observed.

"Immensely," Audrey admitted. "He asked to fuck me, but somehow I wasn't ready for that. He was gentlemanly enough to respect my wishes."

"How gentlemanly of him, indeed," Dr. Sandrine dryly noted.

"I climaxed after only a few minutes," Audrey recounted. "I don't even know what came over me. The thrill of being with a stranger and getting fingered in public was intoxicating. I was crying out in pleasure, my whole body just shaking as I kept panting. He told me that he knew I was a slut as soon as he saw me. And then he told me to get him off after I was done climaxing."

"And did you?"

Audrey nodded her head again. "I undid his pants and underwear. He wasn't as large as Steve, but he was still larger than my husband. He was already hard, and I gave him a few good tugs with my hand before I got down on my knees in front of him. I figured turnabout was fair play after he had gotten me off. After my experience with Steve the week before, I was more confident in my blow job skills."

"Do you enjoy giving blow jobs?" Dr. Sandrine wondered.

"I mean, obviously, they don't provide any stimulation for me directly, but there's something undeniably sexy about having a man's dick stuffed in my mouth," Audrey answered, starry eyed. "I might be on my knees, but knowing what effect I'm having on him, and feeling him pulsing in my mouth, knowing that I'm the reason he's cumming. It's an incredibly erotic experience. He's so vulnerable in that moment. I'm capable of giving him the greatest pleasure by making him cum or causing him the most excruciating pain if I bite down on him or hurt his testicles."

"And did he cum?"

"He did," Audrey responded. "I had to return to work though, so I figured it was cleanest to swallow his load whole, so that's what I did."

"I don't suppose he gave you a toothbrush like Steve did to clean out your mouth before returning to work," Dr. Sandrine asked sardonically.

"No. In fact, there was an old couple elderly walking on the trail when we emerged from behind the boulders. I was still fixing my blouse and skirt back into place, and they gave us stern, clearly indignant looks. I averted my eyes and rushed back to my car. But I was shaking so badly in excitement, I barely even got anything done all afternoon at work. It was all such an adrenaline rush. I could still taste bits of his cum on my teeth an hour later while I was in a meeting."

"It seems the benefits of an open marriage have gained appeal with you," Dr. Sandrine concluded.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy my two recent sexual dalliances."

"It seems you don't plan to stop."

"I don't know yet," Audrey sighed. "This has been such a big change in my life."

"But it seems you don't want to stop?" the therapist pointed out.

Audrey shook her head. "It's all I can think about."

"Well, we're at time, and I've got another patient waiting outside," Dr. Sandrine announced as she eyed the clock in her office. "But it seems you've got much more we need to work through."

"Yes, perhaps we can meet at this same time next week," Audrey asked hopefully.

"Just confirm it with my admin, but it's been a pleasure to meet you, Audrey. Just please, keep yourself safe. I look forward to talking with you again."

"Thank you for letting me be so open and honest with you about everything," Audrey said gratefully. "I didn't know where else to go."

"That's what I'm here for. I'll help you through this, and you'll make it out the other side just fine," the therapist promised.

Dr. Sandrine watched as Audrey left her office, unsure if she felt sympathy or blame for her newest patient.

*****

Session Two

"I'm glad you came back," Dr. Sandrine smiled warmly.

"I enjoyed talking with you," Audrey openly admitted. "It feels good just getting it all out in the open. I'm sure you can appreciate that this isn't exactly something I can just consult with my friends or family about. I really don't have anyone else I can talk to about all this in such an open fashion."

"What about your husband? How much does he know?" the therapist inquired. "Even if he doesn't know the details of your affairs, perhaps you could discuss how your open marriage has affected you. You could still talk about the resentment you felt over the open marriage proposal, or the recent lust and attractions you're feeling."

"So, about that," Audrey started. "Steve ended up talking with my husband. My husband was just taking our dog for a walk in the neighborhood, and Steve saw him and flagged him down. I guess he felt guilty after our sexual encounter about sleeping with a married woman, so he wanted to ask my husband if it was true that we have an open marriage. To say it was a shock to my husband's system would be an understatement."

"Did you hear about the discussion from Steve or your husband?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"My husband immediately marched back home and asked me about his conversation with Steve," Audrey said with consternation. "I went ahead and confessed about giving Steve a blowjob, but my husband was in such shock over it that I didn't have the heart to tell him about the stranger in the park. I don't think he honestly thought that I'd stray from our marriage vows. He had been the one who suggested opening up our marriage, ostensibly because he thought he could have sex with other women, but it turns out while he was striking out on that front, I was giving blow jobs to our neighbors. Is it bad that I relished his dismay?"

"It's a perfectly understandable reaction to his naïve assumptions," Dr. Sandrine reassured her patient. "Do you intend to tell your husband about the stranger in the park after he's had time to accept your affair with Steve?"

"I don't know," Audrey confessed. "The fact that I gave Steve oral sex was enough of a shock to my husband's system, that I'm not sure how telling him about the stranger in the park would do anyone any good. It'd be like pouring salt on his wound."

"Do you think he's reconsidering the open marriage proposal?"

"The problem is, the genie is out of the bottle now," Audrey pointed out. "Even if he wanted to go back, I don't think I'd want to."

"Is he mad at you?"

"He's.... different. More mad at himself, if I had to guess," Audrey answered.

"Perhaps he's more appreciative of you now that he sees how other men are attracted to you, even your younger, attractive neighbor," Dr. Sandrine suggested.

"I think he's too prideful, too conceited to admit the error of his ways."

"Have you proven your point, though?" the psychologist wondered. "Maybe you've proven how you're still a beautiful and desirable woman. Is there any point to continue having extramarital affairs?"

"Is it wrong if it boosts my self-esteem?" Audrey asked.

"It is," Dr. Sandrine answered somberly. "After all, where does it all end? When is it ever good enough? I'm worried you're relying on men to define your self-worth when your confidence should come from within, from your own knowledge of your self-worth."

"I've been rather foolish, haven't I?" Audrey realized.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Life isn't easy. But you already know that something is wrong in your life. That's why you're here, because you know you need to work on yourself. And I suspect you realized that all along. I noticed you didn't actually have sex with either Steve or the stranger in the park. Am I right in guessing that sexual intercourse was a boundary, a line you aren't willing to cross in your marriage?"

"Well, actually...." Audrey started.

"I take it you have something new to confess." Dr. Sandrine realized.

"I don't know, maybe I'm just more attuned to the primal signals men give off," Audrey answered. "Ever since I've been on the lookout for affairs, it's like opportunities keep popping up everywhere."

"And where, pray tell, did this one pop up?" Dr. Sandrine asked with skepticism.

"He's a co-worker." Audrey started.

"Is he younger?"

"Yes, he's 26."

"Well, you certainly know what you like," Dr. Sandrine observed. "But isn't that against some workplace policy? Are you endangering your career? You told me before you're a manager."

"I am, but he's not in my department, so technically it's not against the rules. Although everyone knows me as a married woman. I would definitely be fodder for the gossip mongers if word got out."

"And what about him? What about his reputation?" Dr. Sandrine inquired.

"He already has a reputation as the workplace Casanova. He's slept with at least six other women at my workplace."

"If you know about six other women he's been with at work, what's to stop people from knowing you're the seventh?"

"He promised he wouldn't tell," Audrey insisted, much to Dr. Sandrine's disdain. "He told me he's really slept with over a dozen women at work, but he doesn't kiss and tell. The women I know he's slept with are the ones who talked about it themselves, not from him bragging."

"And the fact that he's slept with so many women appealed to you?" the therapist asked skeptically.

"The women that I know he's slept with, they're all under 30 and gorgeous with figures and curves that I'd kill for. But he just happened to be at a happy hour where I went out with some coworkers for drinks after work, and his department happened to be meeting for drinks after work on the same day. With all of us being from the same company and knowing each other, we all got to talking and chatting."

"And then one thing led to another," Dr. Sandrine surmised.

"He slipped me his number on a slip of paper at the end of the night," Audrey explained. "We texted all the weekend. I never dreamed he'd even be remotely interested in an older woman like myself. I felt giddy like a schoolgirl."

"You do seem to like them young," Dr. Sandrine observed.

"He said he'd never been with an older woman, but that he was very attracted to me. He'd noticed how I'd been dressing more nicely around the office."

Dr. Sandrine's ears perked up at her patient's last sentence. "Have you changed how you dressed since you opened up your marriage?"

"Maybe it was silly of me, but yes. At first I thought I'd make my husband jealous, make him realize what he was missing out on at home while he was out skirt chasing after other women. But then I saw how other men took notice of me."

"In what way?" Dr. Sandrine inquired.

"Instead of pants, I started wearing more skirts with pantyhose or stockings, and the men's eyes lingered on my legs," Audrey explained. "In heels, my calves looked more toned. The extra height even gave me an additional confidence boost. I'd leave an extra button undone on my blouse, and I'd catch men trying to look down my top."

"So, you've changed how you dress? I noticed you're wearing a little more make up than the first time we met, as well."

"Yes. I suppose I have," Audrey confirmed. "I used to hardly wear any makeup besides a touch of lipstick. I find that if I pretty myself up, I feel better about myself. I know it's superficial, but I enjoy feeling sexy. I've also taken to doing less outwardly obvious things that make me feel sexier, like wearing sexier underwear, wearing stockings, or I also started shaving my nether region."

"After the stranger in the park complained how hairy you were down there?" Dr. Sandrine recalled.

"Yeah, that weighed on me a little bit after my park enounter. I had gone years without even trimming it back," Audrey admitted.

"You enjoy the attention, don't you?" Dr. Sandrine presumed.

"It's gratifying. I mean, I know that Grant, that' s my coworker's name, I know he's young. And I know it's probably really stupid because we do both work at the same place, but I think that's part of what made it all so titillating."

"And you actually had sex with him?" Dr. Sandrine inferred.

"I made an excuse that I wanted to go shopping on Saturday afternoon. Now, my husband hates shopping, so he was more than happy to stay home and watch college football. So, then I went over to Grant's apartment instead of to the outlet mall. He only lives about ten minutes away from my house."

"I remember being so nervous that someone might recognize me as I walked up to his apartment," Audrey continued. "But again, that nervousness only fanned the flames of my lust. I still remember the wide grin on Grant's face when he answered the door, as if he was a little kid on Christmas morning."

"You went over there intending to sleep with him?" Dr. Sandrine said as she eyed her patient curiously.

Audrey nodded her head. "I wore a long maxi dress that reached to my ankles and had thick shoulder straps. I didn't want to leave the house in anything that would arouse my husband's suspicions. But I changed out my walking shoes for heels as soon as I got in my car. And I wore thigh high stockings held up by a garter belt, and a matching set of sheer black panties and bra underneath the dress. I stopped in a parking lot on the drive over and applied extra make up, trying to make myself look as good as my 43 year old self is capable of looking."

"I hope Grant appreciated your efforts," the therapist remarked.

"I mentioned he looked as happy as a kid on Christmas morning," Audrey reminded her therapist.

"I remember you saying that." Dr. Sandrine admitted.

"Well, let's just say he enjoyed opening up and unwrapping his present."

"I take it you were the gift," Dr. Sandrine deduced.

Audrey couldn't suppress her smile. "I was. But it was different than with Steve or the stranger in the park. It was even different from Grant's workplace reputation. I mean, I guess, I didn't even really know what to expect. But he was gentler and more considerate than I expected."

"Perhaps that's why he's bedded so many women at your workplace?"

Audrey pondered for a moment before continuing. "He has a sweet charm about him. I let him undress me slowly, and I was nervous the whole time, me being so much older than him and all. I mean, I was shy and awkward in high school and even college. I was never one of the popular girls, and certainly not someone who caught the eye of someone like Grant, who has a charisma, a magnetism that just draws people in. I can guarantee he's traveled in popular cliques throughout high school and after."

"So, the fact that someone from a popular clique had an interest in you was affirming," Dr. Sandrine suggested.

"It was tremendously flattering, yes. But as he lifted my dress, I was so nervous, wondering if I'd made a mistake," Audrey worried. "I suppose it was just my insecurities coming to the surface. I'm a little softer than I'd like to be in spots. I'm not fat, but I'm not exactly fit, either. Especially standing there before someone who looks like he just stepped off a movie screen."

"Do you remember what I said about learning to love yourself and not letting men define your self-worth?" Dr. Sandrine kindly reminded her patient.

"I mean, it's just the reality of a woman my age. We can't stay young forever," Audrey reacted defensively. "But he made me feel young that day. His eyes feasted on my body as it was slowly revealed, like I was a four course meal to be devoured. He loved my choice of lingerie. He took his time, taking in every inch of my body as it was slowly unveiled inch by inch as he lifted the dress over my body."

"He said, 'I had no idea you had such a naughty side,' as my lingerie selection was revealed, and I was just tickled to high heaven," Audrey continued. "After my dress was off, he tossed it aside. Then he stood in front of me, my chest brushing against his tee shirt while his breath fell down over me. His finger lifted my chin up, so I gazed up at him. And then he leaned down and kissed me, and it's like my body just melted into his as I wrapped my arms around him."

"His tongue played with mine," Audrey carried on, "engaging in a dueling tango, and I lifted one stockinged leg and wrapped it around him. His arms wrapped around me to hold me up, and his hands reached down inside my panties from behind and fondled my ass. My breasts pressed against him, my fleshy orbs so soft and doughy compared to his hard firm chest."

"You paint a very vivid picture," Dr. Sandrine mumbled softly.

Audrey's voice drifted into an excited state. "The memory is seared into my brain. It was the most erotic moment of my life. The next thing I knew, I was trying to pull off his shirt, but then he stepped back and shook his head. 'Let me take care of you,' he said."

"Then he knelt down in front of me, and his face was staring right at my see through panties to my bare pussy," Audrey said, barely pausing as the memories of the sexual encounter flooded her brain. "I fretted, but his face was so eager, so enamored by the sight of me that it assuaged me, and my fears turned to excitement. He looked up briefly, and we shared a glance. 'Sit down on the sofa behind you,' he whispered."

Dr. Sandrine shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the candid description of the sexual encounter causing the normally stoic therapist some level of consternation.

"I'm sorry, is this all TMI? Am I making you feel awkward?" Audrey realized.

"No, I've made a career listening to the TMI details that folks are too shy to share with anyone else," Dr. Sandrine insisted.

"He made me a feel like a woman in a way I've never felt before," Audrey reasoned. "I sat down on that sofa and leaned back into the deep plush. Then Grant pulled me forward on the seat, so I was sitting almost on the edge of the cushion as he knelt down before me."

"He slipped my panties off, leaving me wearing only my stockings, heels, and a bra. 'I see you've shaved,' he said," and I was tickled to death," Audrey continued unabated. "After the guy on the forest had remarked how hairy I was down there, I didn't want to disappoint Grant, so I had shaved myself bare for the first time ever before leaving the house."

"It seems you went to quite the lengths to impress your young paramour," Dr. Sandrine remarked.

"Knowing he had been with so many women, I felt like I needed to step up my game, but I'm glad I did. He went down on me, and I don't think he would've done so if I was hairy down there. But his tongue worked magic on my sex. He spread my legs wide, and he feasted on my pussy. I was so wet, and he was just gulping down my juices, his mouth making obscene noises as he slurped on my pussy."

"Was it your first time having a man go down on you?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"Well, my husband tried it early in our marriage, but he did not like the smell or taste of me when I'm aroused," Audrey admitted with an air of embarrassment. "He complained it was like a rotten fish down there, both in taste and smell. I was fearful at first that Grant would have the same reaction, so I tried to dissuade him, but he dove in headfirst, so eager and game."

"Perhaps he has more of a palate for seafood," Dr. Sandrine wryly suggested.

"He definitely does," Audrey concurred. "It's as if he couldn't get enough. And his enthusiasm was infectious. It just turned me on more and more, and my juices just leaked faster and faster until it was like a spring. Then he fingered me, his middle and ring fingers pumping in and out of my pussy while he braced his pointer and pinky fingers against my thighs as he throttled his two fingers into my body. I looked down, and it was such an obscene sight, but God help me, I loved it," Audrey said as she closed her eyes and relived the moment.

"You don't have to apologize for enjoying sex. It's a perfectly natural reaction to such an erotic situation," the psychologist reassured her patient.

"I was so wet, my juices were flying out in droplets every time he pulled his fingers back before slamming them back in me," Audrey recalled. "I was moaning like crazy. I was so aroused, I pulled down my bra cups and started fondling my tits right in front of him. And then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against my clit, even as he kept hammering his fingers into my sex, his soft lips lightly sucking on my clit, so sensitive, so swollen, and it just sent me over the edge. "

"I cried out in pleasure, my juices gushed forth, and I squirted all over Grant's face and his shirt," Audrey kept going. "I was horrified by my physical reaction to his digital stimulation, but he just laughed and said, 'Damn, I guess you really did enjoy it," but I could've died of embarrassment."

"Again, you shouldn't apologize for enjoying sex," Dr. Sandrine reminded her.

"Thank you for that," Audrey said gratefully. "I think the guilt is what I've struggled with the most within these open marriage affairs. I mean, I shouldn't feel guilty, right? I wasn't even the one who suggested an open marriage. My husband was."

"That is a fair point, although I can't help thinking your husband's motives were largely selfish, that he only considered the open marriage through the lens of allowing himself to have extramarital affairs, and not thinking it'd be you hooking up with other men," the therapist postulated.

"That's true," Audrey agreed. "Although, to be fair, our sex life had withered to the point of non-existence. I thought if he could find physical satisfaction from someone else, then what was the harm? After all, he was still coming home to me and our family."

"Even though you were initially reluctant, it seems you have now fully embraced the open marriage lifestyle," Dr. Sandrine concluded.

"Yes, I've found there are benefits to an open marriage that perhaps I didn't appreciate at first. I mean, after Grant fingered me to orgasm, he stood up in front of me and ripped off his clothing. I nearly fainted at the sight of his chest and abs. He had a six pack to die for," Audrey recalled fondly.

"You seem so animated, so excited, even just thinking about it now days later."

"He's a dreamboat. Then he dropped his pants and his drawers, and it was like he unsheathed a sword. He wielded his manhood like a weapon, a good eight inches of hard thick meat standing at attention. I was stunned, just sitting there in awe at the sight of his massive cock."

"It seems he made quite an impression on you," Dr. Sandrine commented.

"My panties are getting a little wet right now just imagining it again," Audrey agreed. "I unhooked my bra and pulled it off, leaving me dressed only in my stockings and heels. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa and leaned back against the plush seatback cushions, my legs spread wide for him still from when he fingered me to climax."

"And then he tapped the tip of his cock against my sopping wet pussy," Audrey continued. "I was so wet, so aroused, I gasped in pleasure. I could see in his eyes, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. 'Don't worry, I don't kiss and tell,' he said as his fingers reached down and pinched my nipples. I was so horny, just the slightest touch made my body writhe in pleasure. I have sensitive nipples, and his teasing already had me on edge before he even penetrated me. I was a helpless, wanton woman, completely at his mercy."

"It seems you wanted him even more than he wanted you."

"I know I was just another notch on his bedpost, but he was my jackpot," Audrey added. "The validation that I really was still a desirable, attractive woman. He was so much younger than me. He could've had his pick of women, but he chose me. Maybe it doesn't mean that much to anyone else, but it meant something to me. He started the conversation with me at the afterwork happy hour. He pursued me."

"It's human nature to seek the approval of others," Dr. Sandrine reminded her patient.

"And then he pushed his cock inside me. God, my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as he filled me. He reached places inside me I didn't even know existed, touching on nerves, stimulating senses I'd never felt before. "

"It seems you almost had an out of body experience," Dr. Sandrine remarked, innocuously placing her hands on her lap.

"On some level yes, but in other ways, it's like I never felt more alive," Audrey gushed. "My pussy consumed his entire manhood, and then he crawled on top while I wrapped my legs around him. His hard chiseled chest pressed against me, and his head hovered inches above my face, his breath falling down on me and his steely gaze focused on me as he impaled his full length in me."

"His cock pulsed inside me, pressing against the lining of my pussy, throbbing like a caged animal threatening to break out of its enclosure," she continued. "And then he started fucking me. I know I said earlier he surprised me with his gentle loving manner, but now he was fueled by pure raw lust. His lips were all over my neck, his hands ran through my hair, all while his cock slammed into me, reaching into the very depths of my soul. I was almost edging before he even penetrated my pussy, and then once he did, it's like I was instantly delivered to ecstasy."

"I was delirious, almost suffering from sensory overload," Audrey babbled on excitedly. "I didn't know what to think. I couldn't think. I was lost in emotions, just letting myself feel the pleasure his cock delivered with each hard thrust. His hands were all over my body. His lips dragged against my skin as they moved down my neck toward my breasts. His cock throbbed as it relentlessly pounded my pussy."

"This is a vivid picture you're drawing," Dr. Sandrine observed, looking a little flustered.

"That's because it such an intense experience," Audrey continued. "He was fueled by lust, but so was I. I wanted to be his in that moment. To have his cock pound me into the ground, to let him drive his cock deeper and deeper into my body. I was so horny, he couldn't fuck me hard enough. I was shameless. He planted his feet on the ground, and he repeatedly rammed himself into me, and a loud thud filled the room every time our bodies slapped against one another. His lips finally reached my breasts, and he started sucking on my tits. Oh God, the feel of his tongue playing with my nipples was too much, and I climaxed all over again."

"Did you squirt all over him again?" the psychologist asked softly, almost in a whisper.

"Not this time," Audrey admitted. "But I was a screaming moaning mess, and Grant kept fucking me through it all, his cock slamming into me, almost like he was driving the devil out of my body."

"Did he wear protection?" the therapist asked out of curiosity.

"I didn't even think of it in the moment," Audrey admitted. "But then he stopped as my climax died down, and I was thankful for the reprieve from the phallic onslaught. It was so intense, so overwhelming, I just needed a moment to catch my breath. I thought we were done, and I laid there in exhaustion, feeling like I'd been bowled over by a Mack truck. And then I saw his cock, still standing at attention, but covered in my juices, glistening as it waved before my very eyes, casting a hypnotic spell."

"His hands reached down to my hips, though, and he pulled me up," Audrey continued on. "He repositioned me, turning me around so I was standing on my knees on the sofa and facing the seat back. I was facing away from Grant, bent over slightly with my elbows against the seat back cushions. 'Now I'm going to fuck you doggy style,' he told me."

"I'd only ever done missionary with my husband," she kept going, barely pausing to catch her breath. "At first, I thought Grant wanted to do anal, and I turned around and shook my head at him. He just ignored my pleas, though, as he licked his pointer finger and ran it along the length of my wet needy slit. Shivers ran down my spine, and I arched my back, pressing my tits forward."

"I take it his experience sleeping with so many women at work came in handy, paying off in dividends with regards to his sexual prowess," Dr. Sandrine concluded.

"And I was the beneficiary." Audrey closed her eyes as she relived the moment. "Then he plunged himself back in me and went to work. He was like an expert craftsman wielding his tool, every thrust measured and precise, his cock carving me out, touching on all my nerves as he laid down the pipe."

"I think you're getting me a bit hot and bothered just listening to you talk about it," the therapist chuckled as she made a show of fanning herself.

Audrey opened her eyes again and looked at Dr. Sandrine. "It was even better in real life. His cock reached even deeper into me. His balls tapped against my clit every time his body slammed into mine. After a while, he took a moment to catch his breath, but I was so horny, so close to climax, I started fucking him myself, backing myself up onto him."

Dr. Sandrine listened patiently as Audrey continued recounting her tale. "He stopped moving, and I was doing all the work. His hands reached down and fondled my tits as they flopped back and forth while I fucked him. My hands kept a firm grip on the sofa seatback as I used it to brace myself as my arms pushed and pulled my body back and forth against him."

"His cock was throbbing inside me. I knew he was close. His hands grabbed my waist, and he resumed fucking me, which I was thankful for. I realized how out of shape I was," Audrey said as she shook her arms. "They still feel a little sore from that day."

"Then he asked if I wanted him to pull out," she carried on. "My mind was so clouded with lust, I wasn't even thinking straight. I climaxed again for the third time. You'd think maybe I'd get used to it after a while, but somehow each orgasm seemingly sent me higher than the last. His cock was like a cheat code, just rubbing against all my secret spots in the right order to reveal new pleasures. I begged him not to stop, so he didn't. He just kept plowing my pussy as my body violently shook in his arms. My muscles tightened up, and he slammed into me so hard, my knees slid off the sofa, falling backward down onto the carpet below, and then I was bent over the curve of the sofa seat, my head crashing into the seat back cushion. My breasts pressed into the seat cushion as he pressed my entire body so hard that the entire sofa banged against the wall like the headboard on a bed."

"I screamed out, the orgasm coursing through my veins, electrifying every nerve in my body," Audrey persisted. "And then Grant impaled himself in me one last time, and suddenly my pussy was flooded with a warmth. Grant was ejaculating, shooting off his seed, his hands keeping a firm grip on my waist as he held me tight against his body while he deposited a full load of cum into me before he finally finished, and his body fell on top of mine in exhaustion as I laid there bent over the sofa, our sweat mixing together as our skin almost felt fused together in the moment."

"Have you had a pregnancy test?" Dr. Sandrine wondered aloud.

Audrey shook her head. "I know it was stupid of me to have unprotected sex, but I was so caught up in the moment, I wasn't thinking straight. I went to my gynecologist the next day and got a morning after pill, just to be safe."

"Audrey, I obviously can't tell you what to do," Dr. Sandrine said as she collected her thoughts. "As I mentioned at our first session, I'm just an impartial observer skilled in helping people work through their blind spots and the lies they tell themselves. All I can do is try to open your eyes to new perspectives, but it's up to you to accept reason. That said, you said you wanted to work on yourself instead of engaging in couples therapy, but I'd highly encourage you to have an open frank discussion with your husband about your affairs. I would not hide them from him. Whatever is going on with you, your motivations, your revenge factors and lust, you need to just lay it all out there. And your husband needs to be upfront about his frustrations in your marriage and his motivations for an open marriage. Only then can you really begin to work through your relationship struggles."

Audrey patiently listened to Dr. Sandrine's suggestion and took it all in. "That actually seems very reasonable and wise," she softly conceded.

Dr. Sandrine leaned forward and clasped her hands on her lap while looking directly at her patient. "We're coming up to the end of our session, but I'm really worried that you're exhibiting a pattern of self-destructive behavior. I think you have some open conversations you need to have both with yourself and your husband. I know you've compartmentalized that these are purely physical relationships with no emotional attachments, or even that your husband's affairs would fall under the same category, but life is never that simple or straightforward, and I think you know that deep down. We humans are deeply flawed and emotionally complex creatures. People get jealous and hurt. That's why you initially acted on your open marriage. But I worry your current marriage dynamic is not a healthy relationship. I implore you to confront these conflicts in your life, both with yourself and in your marriage, and then maybe we can talk about that next week."

Audrey somberly nodded her head in understanding. "Thank you, Dr. Sandrine."

Dr. Sandrine sighed. "This job is both incredibly frustrating and rewarding all at the same time. When I help my patients work through their issues and they come out better on the other side, then it's the most rewarding feeling in the world, like I've actually made a positive impact on someone's life. But when someone refuses to listen to reason, and I see them barreling down a self-destructive path, then it's the most frustrating and helpless feeling in the world watching them fall into ruin. I just hope we can get you to a better place and that you don't fall prey to your own worst impulses."

"I do, too," Audrey quietly responded.

Session Three

"So, my husband and I have been talking a lot this week," Audrey eagerly announced as soon as she sat down on the sofa across from Dr. Sandrine.

"And how did that go?" the therapist asked, putting down her pen and leaning forward in rapt attention.

"So, I started off by telling him I wanted to talk about our open marriage arrangement. I wanted to know how he thought it was going, and he admitted that it wasn't going as he planned. The fact that almost immediately I had an affair with Steve, our neighbor down the street had initially frustrated him because he had struck out badly on his attempts to bed another woman. And then I came clean on my other affairs with the stranger in the park and with my coworker, Grant."

"And how did that go over?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"Not so well, but I think you're right. I just needed to rip the band aid off. I thought by hiding the truth, I was saving him from the pain, but I see now that I was just holding back our relationship. When you're hiding secrets like that, you can never have a truly open and honest relationship."

"Exactly. It poisons the well," the therapist replied, pleased that her patient had a breakthrough realization. "If there is an issue, it's always best to just confront it head on."

"So, my husband looked despondent after learning about all my affairs," Audrey admitted. "But it led to a lot of conversation and soul searching for both of us. He admitted he never considered that I'd actually take advantage of our open marriage. He didn't expect to feel such jealousy over me having extramarital affairs, but knowing that I'd slept with three men in the past few weeks left him feeling both jealous and sad."

"Was he jealous that you had affairs, or jealous that he didn't have any himself?" Dr. Sandrine asked. "If he'd found his own lovers, how would he feel about your affairs then? Would he still be mad?"

"I asked him that, and he really had to search deep for that answer," Audrey replied. "Ultimately, the jealousy has more to do with the frustrations over him not being able to find a lover for himself. He admitted it was selfish for him to feel jealous of my own affairs, especially when he was the one who proposed we have an open marriage. But his failures coupled with my success left him full of self-doubt. He admitted he thought he'd just start hooking up with women left and right, and that didn't turn out to be the case."

"Does he appreciate you more now?" Dr. Sandrine inquired. "Did knowing how all those younger men were sexually attracted to you, did he look at you in a new light?"

"In what way?"

"Perhaps he realizes now that he took you for granted. Perhaps he saw other men giving you the attention that he should've been giving you the whole time, and that opened his eyes. Alternately, he could look at you as damaged goods now. It's a very sexist view, but some men view women who have affairs as if their bodies have been ruined and sullied after being intimate with another man."

"I see," Audrey responded as she contemplated the question. "I hate to say it, but I think we came to an agreement on our sex life, which is that both of us are ready to move past it. We still get along great otherwise, but our sexual desire for one another seems to have died somewhere along the way. Even though he hasn't had success in finding a new lover, he is still interested in finding one. And as you've noticed from our previous sessions, I've been indulging in the pleasures of the flesh myself."

"So, where does that leave your open marriage status?" the psychologist wondered.

"We came to a compromise there," Audrey explained. "I agreed that I'd pause my affairs until he actually found his own lover."

"That seems like a path riddled with complications," Dr. Sandrine observed.

"How so?"

"Does this agreement extend both ways? If you don't have a lover, will he pause his own affairs, as well?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," Audrey asserted. "We're just taking it one step at a time at the moment."

"I suppose this is progress, although the path still seems fraught with danger. The lines of communication are opening up, though, which is a positive development."

"I have you to thank for that," Audrey insisted.

"Nonsense. I have the easy part," Dr. Sandrine retorted. "All I do is point out the obvious. It is you who must choose to act on my suggestions, and it's not easy summoning the courage to have open and constructive conversations. Most people are content to just swallow the pain or let their frustrations manifest in other ways, and that can lead to a host of issues, including a rocky marriage and an unstable home for your kids. So, I'm glad you're able to make real progress in repairing your marriage. You are to be commended for that."

"Do you think I'm a foolish wife for still accepting my husband?" Audrey worried.

"No more foolish than he is in being accepting of you," Dr. Sandrine posited. "The only two people whose opinion matter on your marriage are your husband and yourself. It's for no one else to judge. I know the path you are choosing is not conventional, but if it's right for you, and you're both accepting of it and not hurting anyone, then who is anyone else to judge?

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," Audrey sighed. "It's hard to know when to stand up for yourself, or when to compromise. As opposed to feeling selfish or feeling like you're being taken advantage of."

"Adulting is hard, as the kids say," Dr. Sandrine agreed. "But what about yourself? I had asked you to not only have an open conversation with your husband, but also to have one with yourself. Are you happy with your actions within the open marriage? Is that ultimately who you are? Are you happy with how things turned out after talking with your husband about the open marriage? Or do you feel resentment that things are paused?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"I did spend a lot of time thinking over all those questions this week," Audrey admitted. "And I re-examined my recent exploits. It's almost funny looking back at them. It's hard to believe it was really me having sex with three different men in three weeks. And I see how stupid it was. I mean, I had myself tested last week, but I realize how lucky I am that I didn't catch an STD or get pregnant.

"It's a dangerous world out there," Dr. Sandrine reiterated.

"Every time I see Grant at the office, I feel a panic, a fear that he'll reveal that we had an affair, but so far his lips have been sealed, and no one around the office seems any wiser. But I realize now how badly I even jeopardized my career, all for an afternoon of passion."

"I'm glad he's keeping his word," the therapist commented.

"Or even worse, I still don't know who that stranger in the park was, and I sucked him off and let him finger me to orgasm," Audrey added, her voice slightly agitated. "If he'd been a serial killer or something, I don't know what I'd have done, but it could've turned out very badly. So, all of that played in my mind when I agreed to pause our open marriage with my husband."

"Well, after all the excitement you've had the past few weeks hooking up with a new man every week, I'd imagine it might be a bit of a change for you to restrain yourself now. Or at least until your husband finds a new lover," Dr. Sandrine concluded.

"About that, it's technically true, yes."

"I take it there's another man, but perhaps you have not had sex with him yet?" Dr. Sandrine surmised.

"We have some new neighbors that recently bought a house down the street. It's a young couple, only a few years out of college," Audrey explained.

"Keep going," Dr. Sandrine said with a suspicious tone.

"Well, our neighborhood is pretty friendly."

"I gathered that after your encounter with Steve," the therapist replied dryly.

"Not usually that friendly," Audrey laughed.

"We'll see how this story turns out. I'll reserve judgement until then," Dr. Sandrine decided.

"Fair enough. Anyway, I brought over fresh baked brownies one afternoon to welcome them to the neighborhood. The wife answered the door, and we got to talking for a while. Her name is Cassie, and her husband is Cameron. They're both 26 and been married for a few years. She invited me inside to see their home. She showed me around, although they were obviously still in the process of unpacking all the moving boxes.

"But we talked like we were old friends," Audrey continued. "Even though we're from different generations, we had a lot in common, both of us having grown up with fathers who served in the air force, and we bonded over the shared experience. I felt guilty taking up so much of her time, so I politely excused myself, but I offered to help her out with anything if they ever needed an extra hand."

"So did she reach out?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"Yes, she did. It was the very next day."

"What did she need help with?"

"I had just gotten home and was still dressed in my work blouse and skirt when she texted and asked if I had any sugar she could borrow," Audrey replied with an embarrassed smile. "She said she hated to buy more since she had a ten pound bag boxed up for the move, but she couldn't find it to save her life."

"And I take it you were a good neighbor."

"Just like State Farm," Audrey smiled.

"And was Cassie's husband there?" Dr. Sandrine questioned.

"Yes, that's where I met Cameron for the first time. Actually, he answered the door. I had the sugar in a small container, and I was about to walk away after handing it over to him when he invited me inside. Cassie was in the kitchen, and she was so thankful, she gave me a big hug and thank you."

"Did the hug seem sexual in any way?" the therapist questioned.

"It was overly friendly, but I initially thought she was just a hugger, you know," Audrey rationalized. "But looking back, now I don't know. She was dressed very casually in just denim short shorts and a tight tank top, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples were poking through, but then she's just dressed casually for around the house, so I didn't know what to make of any of it."

"How do you get yourself into these situations, Audrey," the psychologist sighed.

"I wish I knew," Audrey laughed sheepishly. "I went from only having sex about once a year with my husband to practically stumbling into a new sex partner every week lately. But Cameron left the kitchen to watch tv in the living room, and Cassie and I got to talking again, except this time she was more touchy feely. Her hand kept brushing against my arm, and she leaned into me and placed her hand on my shoulder every time she laughed."

"Did it make you feel uncomfortable?" Dr. Sandrine inquired.

"I thought it was odd, but again, I chalked it up to her just being a touchy feely person."

"And you are not," the therapist surmised.

"Not usually, no. But then Cassie stood behind me and wrapped her arms around my body as she leaned in to my ear and asked 'Have you ever been attracted to women before?' I was so stunned, I was speechless," said Audrey as she shook her head at the memory.

"Were you attracted to her? Have you ever been attracted to women before?"

"She's damn cute. That much is evident in a moment's glance," Audrey admitted. "But I turned around to look at her in that moment, and it's like her eyes just drew me in. I got lost in her big blue eyes. It's as if they were as deep as the ocean, and her gaze was mesmerizing. Her fingers caressed my cheek as she turned my head to face hers, and her skin was so soft and her touch so gentle."

"She just stood there, waiting for my response," Audrey continued. "I'd never really been sexually attracted to a woman before, but I could feel her braless tits pressing against my back. 'I've never been attracted to a woman before,' I finally answered. But then she replied, 'What about now?' and I was drawn to her like a magnet until our lips touched."

"So, you kissed her?" Dr. Sandrine realized.

Audrey shook her head, almost in exasperation. "I'm not even sure. I mean, yes, we kissed, but maybe her hand on my cheek pulled me into the kiss, or maybe she's just a celestial body and her gravitational force drew me in. Either way, we kissed, and it was so tender and gentle, her lips so soft and pillowy, it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced with a guy."

"I take it you liked it," the therapist concluded.

"I did. Tingles ran up and down my spine, but your words from our last session kept ringing in my ear, Dr. Sandrine. I didn't want to keep seeking self-fulfillment by sleeping with others. I see now how self-destructive that could be, so after we broke the kiss, I asked her what she was doing."

"And how did she answer?"

"She pulled back and apologized if she had misread the signals between us," Audrey replied. "I reminded her she was married to Cameron who was just over in the other room, and she said that he didn't mind her playing with other women."

"Which put the ball back in your court," Dr. Sandrine realized.

"She was standing there looking like a dream," Audrey remarked, appearing almost as if she was falling into a trance as she thought of Cassie. "She was so cute and bubbly, 5'3" in her bare feet and 110 well-proportioned pounds. She had big wide pleading eyes, almost like an anime character. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun. She wasn't wearing any make up, but she still looked so youthful, and her skin was lustrous and not lined by the years. Her legs were smooth and long. I looked her over, and my whole body started shaking in nervousness as she stood temptingly before me."

"Just listening to you describe her is getting me a bit hot and bothered," Dr. Sandrine commented as she fanned herself.

"I felt guilty, not wanting to break my promise to my husband."

"Did that promise to your husband also apply to women?" the therapist asked.

"That was my struggle," Audrey confessed. "Cassie saw my hesitation, and her hand went to my shoulder and ran down the length of my arm until she reached my hand, and her fingers interlocked with mine. She gave a small nudge, and I turned around to face her as she said, 'I thought you wanted - " but her voice faltered. The next thing I knew, I was squeezing her hand, not wanting to let go. We looked into each other's eyes, both of us holding our breath, just waiting for the other to speak while the silence hung in the air between us, only punctured by the play by play echoing from the tv where her husband was watching a game. And then the next thing I knew, our lips touched."

"Did you kiss her, or did she kiss you?" Dr. Sandrine asked as she leaned forward on the edge of her seat.

"I don't even know." Audrey's voice raised in excitement. "But when the kiss broke, we were both breathless. She looked at me, and I just nodded my head, and she led me back to her bedroom. She closed the door behind us. 'But your husband,' I still worried, and she put her hand over my mouth and smiled as I stumbled backwards onto the bed while she fell down on top of me."

"The next thing I knew, her hands were furiously unbuttoning my top," Audrey continued unabated. "She pulled back my blouse and pulled down my bra. Her face was filled with lust as her eyes feasted on my bare breasts. Then she sat up and pulled off her own top, revealing her perfectly formed perky tits. She fell down on top of me again, and we resumed making out as our nipples rubbed against one another, our bodies writhing, and each of us desperately trying to wrap our legs around the other."

Audrey kept going while the therapist nervously held her hands together on her lap. "Then she slid off my body and stood up. 'Take off your skirt,' she said while she removed her denim shorts and panties. I sat up and unzipped my skirt and slid it down, and Cassie smiled as she saw my thigh high stockings. 'I knew you had a kinky side,' she remarked while I took off my panties as I sat there, sitting up on the bed and scooched back toward the middle of the bed."

"She jumped up on the mattress and sat down facing in front of me," Audrey continued. "I moved back to give her more room until my back was resting against the headboard. Then she pushed forward until our legs were on top of one another's and our pussies were rubbing against each other."

Dr. Sandrine stared wide eyed at her patient and licked her lips as Audrey kept recounting her experience. "My eyes just stared back and forth between her face and our two sex organs in contact. 'I've never been with a woman before,' I sputtered out, suddenly unsure even how to act. 'Well, you've got to start somewhere,' Cassie responded. 'But don't worry, I'll take care of you.' And then she began moving her hips, rubbing her sex against me. I just held still, but the blood rushed to my sex in arousal while Cassie just smiled at me, clearly amused by my body squirming in response while I gasped. 'But your husband,' I reminded her, and she just laughed. 'I think he'd like to watch next time,' she remarked, and my eyes opened wide in shock."

"How did you respond to that?" Dr. Sandrine asked. "It seems that she almost wants to have a threesome with you and her husband."

"Before I even had a chance to respond, Cassie said, 'Mmm, this position is awkward. Let's try something different.' Then she sat up on her knees in from of me. She grabbed my ankles and pulled me forward and pushed me down, so I was lying flat on my back. Then she lifted my legs up in the air. She pushed them back against my body until my knees were pressed against my breasts and my ankles were dangling near my ears. I was effectively pinned down on the bed while Cassie leaned her face down on my pussy. She inhaled deeply the smell of my sex."

Audrey continued on. "I was horrified. 'I just got home from work. I haven't even had a chance to clean myself up,' I informed her. But she just glanced up at me, her eyes locking in on mine as she let out her tongue and licked along the length of my slit, and I let out a loud gasp. 'It tastes even better than I imagined,' she remarked, and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head."

"Then her fingers spread my sex, and her tongue licked against my pink flesh," Audrey kept going. "I was so turned on, my juices were flowing freely. And then her tongue pushed forth into my vaginal canal, and I sat up in shock as Cassie began openly making out with my pussy, her tongue waving around like a slithering snake and driving me wild."

"Jesus, that's hot. I'm sorry," Dr. Sandrine caught herself.

"No, I'm sorry," Audrey insisted. "This is probably too much detail."

"I can see why it was such a memorable experience."

"It was. I wrapped my legs around her head as I sat up. Her tongue was still inside me, and one of her hands reached up to begin playing with my tits, squeezing my nipples while I placed my hand on top of hers, just wanting to feel my fingers, my skin, running against hers."

"Did she bring you to climax?" Dr. Sandrine wondered.

"Yes," Audrey gushed. "I orgasmed so fucking hard, harder than I'd ever experienced in my life. Afterward, I just flopped back on the bed, feeling like I'd been bowled over by a freight train. My legs limply fell to the side. My body was a weird mixture of completely spent and electrified all at the same time, my nerves still sensitive to the slightest touch, but my muscles were tensed up, and I felt almost too weak to move."

"And then what happened?" Dr. Sandrine asked hoarsely.

"Cassie pulled her tongue out of me and sat up with a big satisfied grin on her face. 'Thank you for bringing me sugar tonight.' She remarked. 'I might need sugar pretty often, if you're interested."

Dr. Sandrine's eyes grew wide. "Is she suggesting -?" she started to ask, not even finishing her question.

"I was speechless. I'm a naturally introverted person, but Cassie was so forthright that I just laid there stunned. After almost a minute, I just muttered that I needed to return home to check on my kids."

"Did she let you go?"

"It was true enough," Audrey replied. "My kids get hungry early and often. But Cassie picked my clothing up off the floor while I got dressed. 'I hope you enjoyed your visit. You're welcome here anytime,' she remarked. And I answered, 'That was a hell of a house welcome. Do all your guests get that treatment?' To which, she replied, 'No. But we hit it off right away. There's something about you, Audrey.' She made me feel so sexy and special. There was an element of romance that I realized was missing from my previous sexual encounters, and it warmed my heart."

"Did you still leave after that?" the therapist asked.

"Yes, but on my way out, I said goodbye to her husband, Cameron. Without even looking away from the tv or missing a beat, he nonchalantly said, 'Sounds like you two enjoyed each other's company.' I just could've about died."

"He heard you two together?" Dr. Sandrine gasped.

"What else could I conclude?" Audrey responded. "I was mortified, although I suppose I should not have been surprised. I mean, we were not exactly quiet back in there, or at least I wasn't. And then I remembered how Cassie said that her husband would like to watch us, and my mind was just a flooded mess. Anyway, I beat a hasty retreat back home."

"Now, million dollar question, Audrey. Did you tell your husband about the encounter?"

"I wrestled with that, but I finally decided that I needed to be honest with him if I wanted our marriage to work," Audrey admitted. "He came back from his out of town work trip the next night, and I told him the day after he came back."

"And how did he take it?"

"Surprisingly well," she explained. "To be honest, I think he was really turned on by the fact that I had sex with Cassie. He had seen her working in the yard, and being a young attractive woman, she caught his eye. I think he was every bit as interested in watching Cassie and I playing with each other as Cassie's husband, Cameron, was."

"Would you put on a show for them?" Dr. Sandrine pondered.

"Like would Cassie and I have sex in front of my husband and Cameron?" Audrey asked, and Dr. Sandrine nodded her head in response. "My husband was suspicious that I'd end up in a threesome with Cameron, and I reiterated my promise that I wouldn't sleep with him, at least not unless my husband took on his own lover."

"So, I take it the terms of your open marriage were clarified?"

"Yes, I can have sex with Cassie, but I can't be with Cameron," Audrey confirmed. "I told my husband that also meant he's allowed to sleep with other men, but he didn't find that funny?"

"So, it seems that you are perhaps actually bisexual, but your husband is not," the therapist concluded.

"He's unabashedly straight."

"Would you allow Cameron to watch?"

"No," Audrey answered without hesitation. "To be honest, we didn't talk about that detail, but I was so horny and turned on while Cassie made me climax, and it left me so vulnerable that I don't think I could've refused anyone wanting to bring me sexual pleasure in that moment."

"That is probably a wise choice." Dr. Sandrine decided as she glanced up at the clock. "So, will you be avoiding Cassie until your husband's situation changes?"

"Actually, I ended up talking with Cassie about my whole situation," Audrey said. "I explained how my husband and I actually have an open marriage, which she appreciated knowing. Then, knowing that my husband already had an eye for Cassie, I floated the idea of her having an affair with my husband, but she said she wasn't interested. She only liked playing with women and wasn't interested in sleeping with any men besides her husband, Cameron. But that was fine since I was in a similar boat where I could only play with her, and she was more than accepting and promised that we'd keep our affair just between us and not involve her husband."

"Have you seen her since?" the psychologist asked curiously.

Audrey appeared flustered. "I actually visited her again just yesterday."

"So, it seems you've stumbled upon a loophole that gives you the best of both worlds."

"I'm not complaining," Audrey beamed.

"Very well. It seems we're at time again for the week."

"The hour always goes by so fast," Audrey lamented.

"I commend you, though," Dr. Sandrine said with a slight nod of approval. "I think you've had a real breakthrough this week, Audrey. I'm very proud and happy that you are finally beginning to have open and honest dialog with your husband. That's the key to saving your marriage."

"Thank you. I feel the same way," Audrey smiled warmly. "I didn't realize how much resentment I harbored for my husband for proposing an open marriage, but now that I've tested the waters, I'm finding a physical relationship that brings me the sexual satisfaction that my marriage cannot provide."

"I do believe you've more than tested the open marriage waters by this point," Dr. Sandrine wryly pointed out.

Audrey laughed, embarrassed. "I have, haven't I? I'll see you in a week again, Dr. Sandrine."

"I look forward to it," the therapist agreed.

Session Four

"You know, it's funny, we talk so much, but it's such a one-way conversation," Audrey mused as she sat down with her therapist for another session. "I mean, I feel like I can tell you anything, but I hardly know the first thing about you."

Dr. Sandrine was seated across from Audrey in her office. "It's nothing personal, I can assure you. I'm not trying to hide anything from you, but I am a licensed therapist, so I have to maintain a professional decorum, even as we discuss deeply personal aspects of your life. Besides, you're paying me by the hour, and how would it look if you were paying just to listen to me tell my life story? There's a level of trust that has to be built between us, but you're not paying me to be your friend, if that makes sense. It wouldn't help you work through your issues, and that's what we're here for. We're here to focus on you and help get you to a better place in your life."

"That actually makes sense when you put it like that," Audrey realized.

"Now, let's focus on you, Audrey. Are there any updates since our last discussion? Are you still seeing your new neighbor, Cassie?" the therapist asked.

"Yes, there is a huge update. A lot has changed in the last week," Audrey gushed.

"Do tell. I'm all ears," Dr. Sandrine smiled.

"Oh, where to begin," Audrey said excitedly. "So, yes, I've been seeing Cassie. To be honest, I've been visiting her daily. Actually, she also started visiting me sometimes at my house, as well. God, this may be TMI, but I have to tell you this story. We were eating each other out the other afternoon, and I thought we were alone at home, and we were, but then my kids came home. I heard doors slamming downstairs and heavy footsteps in the kitchen below, and we both rushed in a panic to get dressed. I felt so red-faced and embarrassed, sure that our messy hair, short breath, and disheveled clothes would be a telltale sign of something amiss, but my kids were thankfully oblivious to the clues."

"You've got a sly grin," Dr. Sandrine observed. "I take it you rather enjoyed almost getting caught. Kind of like when you were out in the forest behind the rock with that stranger a few weeks ago."

"Yes, I suppose," Audrey realized. "I was scared to death of being exposed for what I am, and yet it was also endlessly thrilling."

"It seems that you and Cassie are getting along famously," Dr. Sandrine added.

"There's more, though," Audrey teased.

"I'm all ears."

"My husband, he finally met someone."

Dr. Sandrine's eyebrows raised. "That is a new development. I take it he's found a lady that he hopes can turn into a physical relationship?"

"I don't know a lot of details," Audrey admitted, "but he came home one night last week practically walking on air. I think because I'd discussed all my affairs with him so openly, he felt secure enough to share his joy in finally bedding another woman."

"Congratulations, I suppose," the psychologist replied with a bemused look.

Audrey laughed. "Yeah, he didn't give a lot of details, but he just said that she was a ravenous slut and a complete freak in bed."

Dr. Sandrine laughed. "It seems he's found his match."

"Yes, and that's where the story takes a turn," Audrey added.

"Hmm. A plot twist?"

"Well, I reminded my husband of our deal. Namely, that I'd refrain from sleeping with other men until he found his own no strings attached relationship."

"And did he honor your deal, feign ignorance, or take back his word?" the therapist wondered.

"That other woman really did a number on him. He was in such good spirits, I think he would've agreed to anything I asked of him," Audrey excitedly replied. "I could've said I was organizing a gang bang for a group of men to run a train on me, and he probably would've been okay with it."

"So, are you a cougar back on the prowl?" Dr. Sandrine guessed.

"Not exactly."

Dr. Sandrine's legs were crossed, and her fingers were impatiently tapping against the clipboard as she scribbled notes. "You're so cryptic. You know, I do charge by the hour. Out with it already."

Audrey laughed. "I asked my husband if I could expand my relationship with Cassie to include her husband, Cameron."

Dr. Sandrine let out a heavy sigh. "It seems you were waiting for the right moment to drop that bombshell. So how did your husband take the news?"

"He looked at me skeptically before he finally nodded. 'I should've known,' he admitted."

"Is he jealous?" the therapist speculated.

"Not as long as he's got that slutty new bitch he's fucking," Audrey laughed.

"Touché. It seems you're both finally getting what you want out of this open marriage."

"I'm the happiest I've been in quite a while," Audrey admitted.

"You know, originally you said that you wanted your affairs to be no strings attached, but it seems that you have some type of emotional attachment to Cassie?" Dr. Sandrine observed.

"I wrestled with that for a while, but your advice around protecting myself and not relying on others to validate my self-worth really resonated with me. I realized early on that revenge was my motivation, and then as I discovered my own lust for sexual gratification, I realized I was putting myself in personal danger, leaving myself so vulnerable in my relationships with the stranger in the park and my work colleague, Grant."

"I'm happy to hear you say that," Dr. Sandrine commented. "You're showing real personal growth and awareness."

"So, I was initially hesitant about my relationship with Cassie for several reasons," Audrey continued. "One, because I had promised my husband I'd pause my extramarital affairs, and two, because of self-doubt on my motivations. It was honestly difficult differentiating healthy sexual desires from unhealthy ones. I mean, it all feels so good in the moment, so it's only afterward when you're either filled with regret and guilt or fondness and satisfaction that it becomes evident."

"Perhaps there was a little of both healthy and unhealthy lust in play. Life is complicated. Issues are rarely black and white," the therapist explained.

"Not to mention, the prospect of a lesbian affair was something I hadn't even considered before Cassie propositioned me. It caught me totally off guard," Audrey added as she shook her head.

"Do you find yourself preferring female lovers to male ones now?" Dr. Sandrine wondered.

Audrey sat back and reflected on the question for a moment. "I think I've decided that I'm at least bisexual. But I feel something more for Cassie, something more than just a physical attraction. There's obviously a sexual aspect to our relationship. God, there's a heavy sexual aspect to our relationship, since it's what we spend most of our time doing when we're together."

"But you're saying it's not just a no strings attached relationship?" the therapist wanted to clarify.

"No, it's different, but that's what I needed time to sort through," Audrey explained. "There's an excitement in our relationship that I initially struggled to understand. Was it lust? Was it the thrill of my first lesbian affair? Or did I actually have a shared personal connection to Cassie?"

"And you do have a personal connection to her?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"It took me a while to arrive at that conclusion," Audrey decided. "But I get butterflies in my stomach when I see her. I'm filled with excitement to the point my nerves are shaking. It may just be the newness of the relationship, like puppy love. I know she's not perfect, and God knows I'm far from a perfect woman myself, but it's more than just raw lust. It's a lust for Cassie, specifically."

"Have you discussed your relationship with Cassie to that level of detail? Are her feelings reciprocal?" Dr. Sandrine questioned.

"I did," Audrey answered. "If there's one thing I've learned from our therapy sessions, it's that I need to deal with problems head on, rather than trying to skirt around them."

"And how did that go?"

"We have a mutual respect and attraction," Audrey responded. "Cassie is kind and considerate. It's more than just sex between us, which is nice. She's really opened her house and home to me."

"You asked to sleep with her husband? Have you told her that piece yet?" Dr. Sandrine asked curiously.

"It was the first thing she offered after I told her my husband found a lover. She was excited to add Cameron to our sexual play," Audrey replied.

"They are the married couple. Perhaps it's you who is getting added to their sexual play," Dr. Sandrine pointed out.

"Yes, I suppose you have a point. I promised Cassie that I would only play with her husband, Cameron, when she was also there, but never just Cameron and myself privately."

"Well, I suppose that's something," Dr. Sandrine replied drolly. "And what about her husband, Cameron? Have you engaged in sex with him? How is your relationship with him now?"

Audrey took a moment to collect herself and sat forward as she began to reply. "So, two nights ago, I went over to their house. I already had the conversation with Cassie the night before about opening up our relationship to include her husband, and she had agreed and invited me to come over to join them. So, I was nervous while I walked down the street to their house. I had no clue what to expect. I mean, Cassie had always talked about how much Cameron enjoyed watching her with other women, but I didn't know if he was even attracted to me at all."

"Seems bold of you to ask for special permission to sleep with him when you weren't even sure if he was interested," Dr. Sandrine noted.

Audrey shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes my mouth speaks faster than my brain can think. What can I say?"

"So, how did it turn out? You're in such a good mood, I can't imagine it turned out badly," the therapist speculated.

"Before that night, Cassie and I always went back to her bedroom for privacy, but this time, she led me to the living room, where Cameron was watching tv. He's a sports junkie, always having a game on the screen. She said, 'Why don't we hang out with Cameron for a bit?' and we sat down together on a sofa while he was in a recliner a few feet away."

"This sounds like a set up," Dr. Sandrine guessed.

"It totally was," Audrey laughed. "Strangely, I had not spent a lot of time with Cameron before then. He was always pleasant around the house and perfectly polite, but he always kept a distance."

"And yet you asked your husband for permission to sleep with him specifically."

"You've told me before how I have a type," Audrey explained. "Young and handsome. Well, he fits the mold. He likes to watch sports, but he's 26 and would fit in right next to a lot of the athletes he spends so much time watching."

"I feel like I've seen this movie before."

"Cassie's a spunky little beauty, and she's got a beefcake for a husband. He kind of looks like Channing Tatum in Magic Mike."

"You're practically drooling just imagining him right now," Dr. Sandrine joked.

"I probably was at that moment," Audrey admitted. "I actually attempted to make conversation, asking Cameron what game was on tv, but Cassie pulled me back, turning my head around to face her. 'Leave him alone. He's only interested in sports when there's other more interesting things going on,' she said, and then she leaned in to kiss me."

"Right there in the living room in front of Cameron?" the therapist asked in disbelief.

"Yes. I could feel his eyes shift and land on us as we began making out. Cassie lifted up her legs and placed them across my lap as she turned her whole body to face me. Like I said earlier, I expected that I might end up in a threesome, so I had tried to dress for the occasion without dressing too provocatively."

"And what pray tell did that include?" Dr. Sandrine asked in exasperation.

"I'm conscious how pasty my legs are, so I like to wear stockings, even in the summer. And I wore a loose fitting denim skirt that reached down to my knees paired with a tee shirt. I was trying to look casual, so none of the neighbors would think anything of my dress if they saw me walking over to visit Cassie. I just wore sneakers for shoes."

"So, if you were trying to dress for the occasion but not wanting not to arouse public suspicion, I take it your selection in undergarments told a different story," the therapist surmised.

Audrey nodded her head. "I had a matching set of see through bra and thong panties."

"There's the naughty cougar on the prowl finally making an appearance," Dr. Sandrine smiled as she snapped her fingers at Audrey.

"It all felt so strangely natural. I was making out with Cassie, and the next thing I knew, she was lifting my shirt off and tossing it aside. The tv was blaring, but I couldn't tell you a word the announcers said. I was lost in another world. We were sucking on each other's tongues, our hands running all over each other. I pulled off Cassie's tank top, and she wasn't even wearing a bra underneath."

"It seems she dressed for the occasion as well," Dr. Sandrine observed.

"I've found she hates bras, so she always takes them off as soon as she gets home. Her tits were so perky and her nipples so pointy, they were irresistible, and I leaned down and took one in my mouth while Cassie undid the hook on my bra. She slid the undergarment off my shoulders and arms before tossing it aside. I let go of her tit and sat up. Suddenly, I remembered that Cameron was also in the room, and I turned around. He was staring intently at us, and he just nodded approvingly as I sat there topless before him."

"Were you hoping he'd join in at that point?" Dr. Sandrine asked.

"I had no idea. I've never been in a threesome before," Audrey admitted. "This was all new territory for me. I just turned my attention back to Cassie, and she looked at me and smiled. She crawled up on me and sat down on my lap as her legs straddled my body. 'This is fun, don't you think?' she asked as she leaned in for a kiss, and we began making out again. Our tits rubbed together, and my panties were quickly becoming damp. Our lips were smacking as we made out, and I was glad I had brushed teeth before coming over. I could taste a similar minty taste on her tongue."

"It seems you two are quite friendly. I'm guessing Cameron was enjoying the show," the psychologist mused.

"I looked over at him while I was making out with Cassie, and he had pulled out his cock and started stroking it," Audrey replied. "Cassie and I were both breathing heavily as she slid down off my body, landing on her knees on the carpeted floor right in front of me. She looked up at me as she leaned forward and began sucking on my tits, and I let out an audible gasp. Her hands, however, went for my skirt, and I adjusted in the seat so she could bunch it up around my waist."

"She knows exactly what she wants, doesn't she?" Dr. Sandrine realized.

"Yes, she's not shy. She leaned back, and I saw a sparkle in her eye as she admired my see thru panties. 'Stand up,' she said as she slid back on her knees to give me some space. 'Why don't you let Cameron see your beautiful body?' But I hesitated."

"Why?" the therapist asked.

"Because I'm not... I don't know how to explain it. I'm not a showoff," Audrey final answered. "I'm not an exhibitionist. When Cassie stripped me naked while we were making out, it was in the moment of our lovemaking."

"You've never done a strip tease for your husband or anyone else?" Dr. Sandrine wondered aloud.

"No, I'm not usually the center of attention. But something about Cassie's voice moved me. I didn't want to let her down. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of Cameron, although I was reminded how they were both 17 years younger than me. My body has held up well, but it doesn't compare to Cassie's youthful pert tits and flat abs. But it was like a supernatural force compelled me to do it, and I stood up."

"You are a beautiful woman," Dr. Sandrine insisted. "Just the way you are. I hope you know that."

"Thank you. But there are days I definitely don't feel so beautiful," Audrey deflected.

"Was that one of those days?"

"Well, Cassie undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she motioned for me to turn around 360 degrees, I guess so Cameron could see my body."

"And did he approve?" Dr. Sandrine wondered.

Audrey couldn't hide the smile from her face. "He leaned forward in his seat, and his eyes were glued to me with a big wide grin on his face. As I lifted my feet to turn around, Cassie pulled away the skirt so I wouldn't trip on it, and that left me standing there in my sneakers, my stockings, and my thong."

"Did Cameron say anything?"

"Not yet," Audrey admitted. "But I saw his eyes devouring my whole body. He licked his lips as he stared at my breasts, and then his gaze rested on my see thru panties for a long moment, just admiring the folds of my pussy through the transparent fabric."

"It seems he really does approve of your body."

"He did," Audrey agreed. "But then Cassie reached around and grabbed a handful of my ass cheek hanging out of my thong and gave it a playful slap. Then she pulled down my panties, and I instinctively moved my hands to cover up my private region, but Cassie just laughed. 'You're so quaint,' she remarked."

"Even though they are much younger than you, it seems they are much more sexually experienced," Dr. Sandrine observed.

"Yes, they definitely are," Audrey concurred. "I could tell right away just from how confidently Cassie came on to me the first time. But I was caught between the married couple, with Cassie holding me in her arms while Cameron was stroking himself only a few feet away. Cassie leaned forward and began inhaling the scent of my vagina. I was paralyzed in fear, but also shaking in excitement. I was taking deep breaths, just trying to take in the moment. My legs spread wider, and then Cassie slipped a finger inside me, and I let out a small cry, almost a moan."

Audrey took a deep breath, as if she was briefly reliving the moment before continuing. "Cameron leaned back again in his recliner and began stroking himself in front of me again. But then Cassie pushed me back down to sit on the sofa. I spread my legs wider as she slipped a second finger inside me. 'Such a lovely pussy,' she remarked as she began sucking on my clit. I just stared at Cameron, and our eyes locked together. He held his cock in his hand, and it was so meaty and thick in his grip, I caught myself staring with my mouth agape, and he smiled almost sinisterly, as if letting me know that I'd be his conquest soon enough."

"Cassie was feverishly fingering me by this point, her fingers wiggling inside me when fully inserted while she continued lightly sucking on and licking my clit," Audrey continued speaking as both her voice and breath growing faster. "It felt so good, I was growing delirious. I was so wet, my pussy was like a spring gushing forth, my juices flowing freely as Cassie's fingers fucked me, gliding so smoothly past my folds into the depths of my sex."

Dr. Sandrine was on the edge of her seat listening to Audrey recount her experience.

"I began playing with my tits, squeezing my nipples, and I could no longer contain my moans as they slowly began to seep past my lips," Audrey explained as she described the encounter. "I realized that the last walls of my defenses were quickly crumbling, and any lingering embarrassment I felt having sex with Cassie in front of her husband had evaporated. Initially when we began making out in front of him, I felt awkward, but then I got lost in the moment. And then my embarrassment returned after Cassie had stripped me down. If you remember, I turned to face Cameron earlier while I was topless. That was me overcoming my fear. And even after that, I had stayed relatively silent, suppressing myself except for the occasional gasp or slight moan. But then it was like the floodgates opened."

"You let yourself go," Dr. Sandrine realized.

"It was liberating," Audrey confessed. "Cassie crawled up on me again, although she kept her right hand firmly planted on my pussy, her fingers working magic as they conjured a spell that left me helpless to her touch. She smiled playfully, clearly enjoying the obvious effect she had on me as I moaned and wailed in pleasure in her face. I cried out, tears coming to my eyes as the impending orgasm intensified. 'Don't be shy,' Cassie told me. 'Let him see what a slut you are. He already knows what a slut I am.' 'Oh god,' I cried out repeatedly."

Audrey's eyes closed as she transported herself back to Cassie's living room to finish telling her tale. "And then she leaned forward, her kiss muffling my cries of pleasure as our lips met in an encapsulation of our passion and lust as the climax hit me like a shotgun firing off. My muscles tensed up, my nerves were like frayed livewires, sparks flying, as my body was consumed by the tidal wave of endorphins and energy running through my veins. I sucked on Cassie's tongue as it lingered in my mouth, almost like a baby sucking on a pacifier, and it soothed me as the climax slowly descended and I returned to earth."

"Jesus, that's intense," Dr. Sandrine spat out.

Both women were shaking in their seat and breathing heavily, clearly affected by Audrey's sexual tale. Audrey as she relived it, and Dr. Sandrine as she pictured the debaucherous scene.

"I opened my eyes again as Cassie finally lifted herself off me," Audrey finally continued. "Her fingers slipped out of me, and I realized how wet the sofa was, my juices having soaked into the cushion. But then she grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs into the air."

"What was she doing?" Dr. Sandrine wondered.

"She held onto my ankles as she stood up and walked around the sofa to the backside until she was standing behind me," Audrey explained. "Then she pulled my ankles back, so I was basically doubled over as I laid there on the sofa with my legs spread. 'Are you ready to be fucked now?' she whispered in my ear, and I shivered in pleasure."

"She's talking about Cameron," Dr. Sandrine realized.

"Yes," Audrey confirmed. "Cameron stood up from his recliner, his cock still hard and thick. He lightly stroked it as he lowered his pants and pulled down his underwear, but he held his dick in his hand as if he was brandishing a weapon. He walked the few feet across the room over to me as I just stared at his massive manhood. 'You ladies have been keeping all the fun to yourselves. You put on a real sexy show. Now you've got me all hard and worked up. You can't expect a red-blooded male to watch what you just did and expect to just watch, can you?' he asked."

Audrey found herself staring directly into her therapist's eyes as she continued. "I just shuddered in pleasure as he stood before me, ready to fuck me. Then he asked, 'I know you're a married woman. Now Cassie tells me that you have an open marriage with your husband, but I want to hear it from you before we go any further.' And then he paused, waiting for my response."

"It seems he has some perverted sense of morals," Dr. Sandrine wryly observed.

"I was desperate for him to enter me, so helpless, so vulnerable with my legs pinned back," Audrey answered. "I wanted nothing more than for him to sink his long meaty pole into me. So I replied, 'He knows. He has his own slutty side piece he's fucking right now. We have an agreement. He's getting his. And he knows that I'm sleeping with you and Cassie tonight.' I was panting, desperate to feel him inside me."

Audrey 's hand raised up to her chest, and she held it against her breast, trying to give herself just the lightest touch to placate her escalating arousal. Her nipples were hard, and her panties were soaked as she kept going. "Then he said, 'I'll wear a condom if you want me to, but Cassie and I don't want kids, so I've been fixed. Do you still want me to wear protection?' and I nearly passed out. 'No,' I hoarsely replied, my throat dry as I wanted nothing more than to feel him fill me with his meat."

Audrey was fighting the temptation to openly fondle her own tits as she pressed her arm against her chest, hoping the movement looked natural enough without raising suspicion on her true intent as she couldn't stop reliving the moment. "Then he smiled and said, 'Perfect," as he tapped the head of his cock against my opening, and I moaned out in pleasure. 'And is that what you want? To be fucked by me?' he asked. I licked my lips and vigorously nodded my head. From the side, Cassie's breath was falling on me, and she began nibbling on my ear lobe. I was overwhelmed by the moment, the anticipation, his virility. 'Please,' I weakly begged him, wanting nothing more in that moment than to feel him inside me."

"He was teasing you," Dr. Sandrine suggested.

"And I loved every second of it," Audrey responded. "My body was shaking. I was literally laid out naked before him, completely exposed and his for the taking. My tits were on full display, my legs spread, and my pussy laid out in an open invitation. And then he slowly pressed his cock forward, the tip of his manhood penetrating me, parting my lips as he pushed himself an inch inside me. My anticipation was so high, just this small token of gratification made me feel like I might pass out. But then he pressed forward, his cock snaking its way inch by inch into me, pushing forward as if he was forging a path through a thick forest as he pressed eight inches of his hard slab of meat into me until his balls rubbed against my taint."

"You paint a very vivid picture," Dr. Sandrine said hoarsely, barely able to speak.

Audrey was breathless as she forsook any pretense of decorum. Overcome with arousal, she began cupping her breast, lightly fondling herself in front of Dr. Sandrine. "He started fucking me, his cock pulling back and forth like a jackhammer, just pounding me into submission. He was drilling me, digging deeper and deeper like he was boring a hole, tunnelling, laying a pipe down."

Dr. Sandrine's legs spread slightly, and she clasped her hands on her lap, trying to appear as if she was patiently listening, although she pressed down, desperate to appease her desperately aching pussy.

"All the while, Cassie had my ankles pinned back," Audrey continued. "But then Cameron grabbed my ankles, which freed up her hands. She pulled off my shoes and threw them across the room, and now I was only clad in my stockings. She began sucking on my toes, even through my stockinged feet, and it was just another point of pleasure as her hands raced down my calves and caressed my thighs. Then she smiled down at me, but then it was like a light bulb went off in her head, and she bent over the back of the sofa, and her mouth made a beeline for my breast. As she suckled on my teat, her own breasts dangled above me like two perfect orbs of temptation, her nipples hard and perky, and I was overcome with titillation. I opened my mouth and took her in, sucking on her breast, letting my tongue play with her nipple while she teased my own nipples mercilessly with her teeth and tongue."

Both women, patient and therapist, were obviously struggling to control their physical responses by this point. They looked at each other, each one waiting to see if the other would complain that their behavior was inappropriate, that they needed to stop. But neither one did. Silence hung in the air. Neither one of them wanted to stop. Audrey's hand was creeping under her skirt, reaching up her thigh. Meanwhile, Dr. Sandrine had undone a middle button on her blouse so she could slip a hand in to fondle her breasts.

"Cameron's cock was pounding me, and I was so aroused, so close to climax, I just couldn't contain it," Audrey finally picked up the story again. "I'd never been in a threesome before, and having two people both sexually satisfying me, it was sensory overload. I was sucking on Cassie's tits while she sucked on mine, all while Cameron had my legs pinned back and he was fucking me like a rag doll. I was in heaven."

"My own hands reached back, tracing down the length of Cassie's body until I made it past her navel to the point where her body split into her legs," Audrey continued. "Her body jumped, startled as my fingers found her bald pussy, and I began to finger her. She was so wet, so equally aroused, she opened her mouth and yelled out, 'Fuck!' My finger easily slid inside her, her wetness dripping all over my hand and down her leg."

"Jesus, you guys are insatiable," Dr. Sandrine said with a heavy breath. She had undone another button on her blouse, and her skirt was hiked up high enough to reveal the top of her stockings as her legs spread wider. The therapist looked unsure, complete aware of how inappropriate, albeit human, her actions were. But Audrey paid her no mind, becoming lost in her own arousal all over again as her hand reached up under her skirt and slipped inside her panties. The two ladies looked at each other in sympathy, and then Audrey continued telling her tale.

"I pinched her labia between my fingers. They were so swollen, so blood engorged, and Cassie let out a scream of pleasure. All of us were close, so close to climax. The moment was so over the top, so momentous, and I was just lost in emotion. It was like a dream. All of our sweaty bodies were on top of each other. It was stimulation overload. Cassie's tits were in my mouth, her nipple on my tongue. My own tits were in her mouth, and her hands ran down the side of my body. And Cameron was still holding my ankles, pinning my legs back and spreading them wide while his cock relentlessly hammered me like a machine, his pole drilling ever deeper into my body until it seemingly broke through my last defenses, my last wall, and then my orgasm burst forth."

"You climaxed?" Dr. Sandrine panted breathlessly as she pinched her own nipple.

"Yes," Audrey confirmed as she pushed her panties to the side and pinched her labia. "My whole body was shaking, the orgasm, the intensity, the emotion, it was overwhelming. The blood rushed to my sex. My whole pussy felt engorged, and it tightened up around Cameron's manhood, and then he lost control. He grunted, first in frustration and then in release, as he impaled himself in me, and my pussy was flooded with the warmth of his cum as it shot forth. His cum spurt out, firing shot after shot of his thick creamy concoction while it filled my love canal until it overflowed and spilled out."

"By God," Dr. Sandrine exclaimed, biting her bottom lip as she could barely contain her own arousal.

"But then Cassie climaxed right after," Audrey continued. "I guess she didn't want to feel left out. But seeing her husband and me both cum in quick succession, all while I fingered her pussy and my mouth sucked on her tits the whole time, she screamed out in high pitched shrieks that nearly blew out my eardrums as her body began shaking violently. She bucked her hips, trying to fuck my finger as I pinched her labia, and she spat out my breast, looked to the heavens, and yelled out, 'Fuck!' in a voice loud enough that I thought the neighbors might call the police on us."

"So, everyone came at almost the same time?" Dr. Sandrine asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Audrey confirmed. "We were all so exhausted afterward, Cassie collapsed on top of me, and then Cameron collapsed on top of her, leaving me pinned underneath with my legs still spread, and Cameron's softening cock still implanted in my pussy. We laid there like that for what felt like an eternity, and I could feel the expansion and contraction of their chests on top of mine. We were just a human mass of flesh reveling in the afterglow of our orgasms and our intense shared sexual encounter."

Dr. Sandrine seemingly regained her composure, and she rushed to fix her blouse and skirt. "I'm sorry. That was... quite an experience you had with your neighbors."

"Yes," Audrey agreed as she slowly began to fix her own outfit back into place. "And I loved it. We all did. Cassie has been texting me ever since. Both her and her husband can't wait to have me come over again."

"Where do you, Cassie, and Cameron go from here?"

"I think we'd all like this to become a regular thing. If it's even half as good as last time, it's mind blowing. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced before in my life. This probably sounds like hyperbole, but it's almost life affirming," Audrey declared.

Dr. Sandrine sat back in her chair as she regained her composure and just shook her head. "This is a huge dynamic you've introduced to your marriage? Are you sure this won't drive you to divorce? You're the third wheel in Cassie and Cameron's marriage. What if your husband loses his new lover, then are you to pull back from your throuple relationship with your neighbors?"

"I hadn't really considered that," she admitted.

"Right now, you have the best of both worlds, but is that really sustainable?" Dr. Sandrine worried. "Your little throuple could drive a wedge in your marriage that drives your husband away, even inadvertently if he feels he's playing second fiddle to Cassie and Cameron. But they're married to each other, not to you, which means you could quickly be left all alone if things go south. I don't mean to sound dramatic, but this is all an extraordinarily complicated balancing act.

"I guess I'm not thinking of the future as much as I'm just living in this moment," Audrey admitted. "I can't explain it, but this just feels right."

"Well, this hour has gone quickly, so we'll have to wrap this up and continue this next week, but I hope you know what you're doing, Audrey."

"Me, too," she agreed.

Session Five

"Dr. Sandrine, I've got so much I need to discuss with you this week - " Audrey started, but she stopped as the therapist held up her hand.

"I'm sorry, this is going to be our last session," Dr. Sandrine announced, although she looked flustered and out of sorts.

The therapist was normally so staid and composed. She wore her normal professional blouse and skirt, but there was a confidence behind the attire she normally exuded that appeared lacking.

"But why? You've helped me make great progress," Audrey protested. "You've given me great advice and helped me steer my life in a positive direction to save my marriage. I still need you, though. There's still so much I need your help with."

Dr. Sandrine took a deep breath and looked up, as if she was summoning strength from the heavens. "I appreciate that, and I wish I could continue our relationship, but something has come up."

Audrey grew indignant. "You owe me an explanation. I've paid for our sessions. I'm a good patient. I always arrive on time, and I think I've been respectful in our meetings. I know maybe sometimes my stories are lewd and lascivious, but my whole issues center around my sexual well-being. I didn't want to hide any details that you might find relevant in diagnosing me."

"I've appreciated your honestly and forthrightness," Dr. Sandrine softly replied.

"So then why is this our last session? Are you closing your business?"

"No."

"Is it because you think you acted inappropriately at our last session when I got to the, ahem, climax of my story?" Audrey pondered. "I mean, I was just as guilty of falling victim to my arousal as you were in the moment. But given the subject matter, I can't blame you. We were both fingering ourselves in front of each other."

Dr. Sandrine swallowed hard and then chose her words carefully before proceeding. "While my behavior was blatantly inappropriate, and I apologize for that, that is not why this is our last session?"

Audrey appeared confused. "Well then, what is it? I demand an explanation."

Dr. Sandrine closed her eyes and looked up to the heavens once more for answers, but none were forthcoming. "I suppose I do owe you an explanation, although it's hard for me to admit this out loud."

"I'm listening," Audrey responded impatiently with crossed arms.

"Your husband has been seeing a mystery woman the past few weeks, a woman that your husband has described, that you've described, as a slut," the therapist began to explain.

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with - " Audrey wondered as the truth dawned on her. "But you?"

"Yes, I'm the slut," Dr. Sandrine calmly affirmed.

"But how? Why?" Audrey asked, unsure of even what to ask as a million thoughts and possibilities ran through her head.

"I suppose I owe you a full explanation," Dr. Sandrine said in resignation. "I met your husband on a sex hook up app. Like you, I have my own sexual needs, although I have no spouse or significant other in my life. Anyway, we matched up, both of us seemingly looking for the same thing, namely a no strings attached sexual relationship. And then when we met, sparks flew. We had an immediate sexual chemistry."

"You matched up with my husband. It was you these past few weeks," Audrey realized.

"I had no idea he was your husband," Dr. Sandrine explained. "I didn't actually know he was married when I first met him, but then last week, he mentioned that he was in an open marriage. We got to talking about his marriage, and it became readily apparent that he was your husband. He talked about you by your name, Audrey, and how you were with your neighbors Cassie and Cameron while he was with me the other night."

Audrey sat in stunned silence. "I don't even know what to say. Does my husband know that you're my therapist?"

"No, he knows that I'm a licensed professional, but no details beyond that. Our relationship is strictly sexual."

"He's told me stories," Audrey gasped.

"About him and me?" Dr. Sandrine asked, a tone of alarm in her voice.

"Yes," Audrey confirmed as she began to look at her therapist in a whole new light. "Now I'm curious if everything he told me was true."

Dr. Sandrine's face turned red, and she looked down in shame. "What exactly has he told you," she stammered.

"I think he's been with you almost every night the past few weeks, but the first time you met up, it was at a café, but after about 15 minutes, you went back to his car parked on the street, and you gave him a blow job while people passed right by you on the sidewalk."

Dr. Sandrine was visibly shaking. "He had heavily tinted windows. It wasn't as outrageous an act as it might otherwise sound."

"He said he ejaculated all over your face, and he dared you to walk in public with his jizz on full display, and you did."

Dr. Sandrine slowly nodded her head, confirming the story.

"The next time you met up, he ended up fucking you in a back alley behind a dumpster," Audrey continued.

"Yes, I'm not proud of that."

"Really?" Audrey countered. "He said you were so horny, you begged him to fuck you right then and there, that you couldn't wait long enough to even get back to your place. So you just hiked your skirt up to your waist, leaned against the dumpster, and let him fuck you from behind. I'm beginning to think you have an exhibitionist streak?"

"Perhaps. But that doesn't mean I'm proud of it," Dr. Sandrine insisted.

"Your secret's safe with me," her patient promised.

"That's why I noted you seemingly enjoyed your encounter with the stranger in the park. I thought you had the same kink with sex in public. But I never intended to sleep with your husband. It's just a complete coincidence," the therapist struggled to explain.

"He said you almost never wear panties. Is that true?" Audrey asked.

Dr. Sandrine stared at Audrey in silence, but she slowly parted her legs and gave her patient a clear view up her skirt. "Does that answer your question?" she asked as Audrey's eyes grew wide as she enjoyed a clear view of the psychologist's bald pussy.

"Yes. He also told me how wore a remote-controlled vibrator during dinner, and you let him control it. He said you had multiple orgasms, all before the main course was even served. He quite enjoyed that night out. He talked about it for days after."

"Boy, you guys really do share all the intimate details of the extramarital affairs in your open marriage, don't you?" Dr. Sandrine sighed in exasperation.

"Yes, thanks to you, now our marriage is stronger than ever," Audrey smiled triumphantly. "You helped save my marriage in ways I never even imagined."

Dr. Sandrine closed her eyes and looked down as she faced the consequences of her own actions. "This is all very difficult for me to face up to. I'm sleeping with my patient's husband, even if accidentally. You can imagine how embarrassing and professionally compromising this is for me. Now, obviously, doctor/ patient privilege protects you from me exposing any of our conversations to anyone else, but I was hoping you could extend me the same courtesy."

Audrey nodded her head in agreement. "I actually feel a kinship to you. Before I came to you, I thought maybe there was something wrong with me. I felt guilty that I enjoyed sex so much. I worried that I was a slut, but now I see that you're just as big a slut as I am."

"I'm not sure I'm a role model for how to live your life. I mean, I'm only human, also. I'm not infallible," Dr. Sandrine insisted.

"Who amongst us is?" Audrey pointed out. "But I feel better knowing there are other women who feel like I do about sex?"

"It's not a sin to enjoy sex and fulfill your sexual desires," the therapist declared.

"Thank you for that," Audrey said gratefully. "I think that was the last bit of reassurance I needed. I don't know if I'm completely healed of my issues, but I'm at peace with myself and who I am, and I have you to thank for that. I'm in a good place thanks to you."

Dr. Sandrine still felt the need to explain herself. "I didn't mean for this to happen. It was all just a coincidence, but I can't pretend it's not a huge professional conflict of interest. That's why I can no longer be your therapist."

"Do you intend to keep seeing my husband?" Audrey asked.

"Yes," the therapist answered sheepishly, quite aware she was declaring her intent to continue sleeping with her patient's husband. "I quite enjoy our time together. And you are, after all, in an open marriage, are you not?"

"As long as you're sleeping with him, then I can keep sleeping with Cassie and Cameron," Audrey pointed out.

"So, everyone wins," Dr. Sandrine realized.

"Yes, everyone wins," Audrey agreed.

"I have enjoyed our therapy sessions," Dr. Sandrine mentioned. "I've found them quite... stimulating. Perhaps if you'd like, we could still meet up unofficially, just as friends and share in our encounters."

"Trade stories and experiences?" Audrey realized. "Me with Cassie and Cameron, and you with my husband."

"I mean, if you'd be interested," Dr. Sandrine asked hesitantly.

"I'd love it. But when should we meet?"

"Well, as it turns out, I have an opening at this exact time next week. How about the café on the corner of this building?" Dr. Sandrine proposed.

"I can't wait. I'll see you then, Dr. Sandrine," Audrey agreed.

"Please, call me Eleanor now," the therapist insisted. "And yes, I expect all the same lurid juicy details as we discussed in here."

Audrey laughed. "And I expect the same fr om you. Thank you, Dr. Sandrine, I mean, Eleanor. For everything."

*****

The end.