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Dr. Richard Parker smiled and waved as Mrs. Jenkins waddled out of his office. As soon as the door was closed, he sighed and shook his head. When he had decided to specialize in sex therapy, he thought his clients would be a little more... interesting. Instead, his practice was a seemingly endless parade of bitter women, mostly in their late 50s and early 60s, who couldn't understand why their husbands didn't pay any attention to them.

Well, you're fat, you're mean, and you refuse to perform oral sex, he often thought but never said. Most of his clients weren't truly interested in improving themselves or their marriages. They just wanted him to agree with them that their husbands were assholes.

He looked as his calendar and sighed again. He pressed a button on his phone.

"Okay, Julie, go ahead and send in Mrs. Kowalski whenever she gets here," he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor, I forgot to tell you," Julie said over the phone. "Mrs. Kowalski is in Europe this week, she cancelled yesterday. But I did fill the appointment for this hour with a new patient and she is here now. Shall I show her in?"

A new patient? Dr. Parker thought. Terrific. Here we go again.

"Please do," he said into the phone.

A moment later, his office door opened and a slender young woman walked into his office. Slender and young. That was a surprise. She looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She was lean and fit, like a runner. She had a fresh, pretty face, but it was clouded with doubt, just like all of his new patients.

Julie stepped into the room behind her. "This is Catherine Davis, Dr. Parker," she said. "Ms. Davis, Dr. Richard Parker." Julie handed him a thin file folder, then left the room and closed the door behind her.

Catherine smiled at him weakly and offered her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Doctor," she said.

Dr. Parker took her hand and smiled broadly. "Good afternoon, Ms. Davis!" he exclaimed. "Thank you for coming in today. Please, have a seat."

He gestured at the high-backed leather chair facing his desk and she sat down to face him. He sat behind his desk and looked into her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked away nervously.

"Well, let's see here," he said, opening her file and skimming it quickly. "So you are 31 years old, you have been married for 6 years to... Michael Davis, you have one girl, Elizabeth, who is 3. Very good."

He closed the file. "So, Ms. Davis," he said, "how can I help you today?"
 
Catherine settled into the leather bound chair and crossed her legs, the sound of her sheer nylon "swooshing" as she did. She smoothed her black skirt in front of her and held her shoulders up straight, just like Mrs. Toner at the Girls Academy had taught them so many years ago. Sitting upright heaved her perky breasts forward.

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, doctor," she said. "From what I understand you are the most sought after sex therapist in the city. I appreciate the courtesy and apologize for my husbands absence, he's overseas at the moment."

Catherine went on to explain that she and her husband, Marcus, had met in college and were madly in love with each other, both emotionally and physically, and have been since the day we got together.

"Marcus isn't the problem, per se, doctor, he gives me anything and everything I need," Catherine said. "The problem is I just cannot seem to ever be satisfied."
 
Dr. Parker couldn't help notice Ms. Davis's shapely figure as she sat down across from him. It was such a pleasant change from most... well, pretty much all of his other patients.

He listened carefully as she explained her problem, then nodded.

"Okay, Ms. Davis, thank you for getting right to the point," he said. "Now... forgive me, Ms. Davis, this will be a fairly personal question right off the bat. When you say you cannot ever be satisfied, do you mean that you do not achieve orgasm with your husband, or that the orgasms you do achieve are unsatisfactory?"
 
The pale skin of Catherine's face blushed a soft pink. She knew, of course, that she would be sharing intimate details of her sex life with Dr. Parker, that was the whole point of sex therapy, she just didn't realize it would be so soon.

Truth be told, Catherine loved to talk about sex. Whenever the girls from the office or the PTA moms went out for a glass of wine, she was quick to gently nudge the conversation away from beign topics like the new math curriculum and toward more exciting things like who was having the most sex at home.

Some of the moms balked, of course, but Catherine focused on the ones who didn't and became good friends with them, often inviting them over for wine and more intamate conversations, all of which left Catherine wet and needing either Marcus or masturbation.

"To be frank, Dr. Parker, my husband is a very attentive lover. He always has been. When we make love I always reach orgasm, often several times," she said sheepishly. "But lately I've just felt like, I don't know how to explain it, lately I have been taking more risks to get sexual thrills unrelated to our sex life."
 
Dr. Parker nodded studiously at the same time he felt a tingle in his testicles. "Taking risks to have sexual thrills" was not an issue that often came up in his practice. In fact, it was the first time he had encountered it.

He looked at Catherine and marveled at how innocent her face looked. Knowing that she was a sexual thrill seeker... or even if she just wanted to be a sexual thrill seeker -- was very exciting to him.

He shook his head and reminded himself to remain professional.

"That is interesting, Catherine, if I may call you Catherine," he said. "I guess I have two questions at the moment. One, when you say you are taking risks, what exactly are the things you have been doing? And two, does Marcus know about these ... umm... thrill-seeking activities you are having or thinking about?"
 
For a moment Catherine felt like Dr. Parker was judging her, the same way her best friend from grade school had judged Catherine when she confided in her several months ago about her sudden urge to see others naked, as well as be seen.

It started innocently. Catherine was changing in the locker room of her local gym when one of the more open minded PTA moms came up to her after finishing her workout.

"Oh my God, Catherine, I didn't know you worked out here'" Marie said. Marie was by no means sexy in the standard definition but the fact that she embraced the sexual nature of Catherine's conversation drew Catherine to her.

Then weeks later when the two ran into each other in the locker room, Catherine could not keep her eyes off Marie as she watched the brunette quickly undress out of her gym clothes as they chatted about school. Marie's breasts were larger and fuller than Catherine would have guessed and she had a very neatly trimmed bush. The only thing that turned Catherine on more than watching a Marie undress was having Marie, ever subtly, watch Catherine undress.

From that moment on, seeing her friends nude and being seen nude by her friends had become a great source of sexual excitement, Catherine explained- first to her good friend Shannon and now to Dr. Parker.

"I grew up playing sports and have spent a lot of times in locker rooms, showers, sauans, etc. but it never had given me me a thrill like it does seeing these other women," she explained. "Just the thought of seeing anyone I know nude and then seeing me nudet thrills me."

Catherine explained that she has told Marcus just a small bit about her fetish, basically just recounting a few instances where she has seen mutual friends nude in the locker room or shower.

"But he doesn't know the extent of it. "
 
Dr. Parker nodded. "Well, Catherine, to be honest, that's fairly tame," he said. "If it gives you a little thrill seeing other naked women in the locker room, I think that's okay. Nothing to be worried about, and certainly nothing I think would require therapy. Especially since you've told your husband about it, at least to some extent, and he seems to be fine with it."

He leaned back and smiled. "Is that the extent of your thrill-seeking activities? Being nude and being around other nude women in a gym locker room?"
 
The blush was more pronounced this time and she realized Dr. Parker was a professional. Catherine wouldn't be able to fool him with half truths like she did her friends.

"There's a bit more," she said.

Catherine explained how whenever she has the more open minded moms over for wine, on several occasions she made sure things were accidentally discovered by them to lead to more direct sexual discussion.

"Small things at first, a Magnum condom wrapper from Marcus so we would talk about our husbands cock sizes. My vibrrator so we would talk about mastubtation, things like that," she explained.
 
"All right, Catherine," Dr. Parker said. "I suppose these kinds of things could be a little problematic if your husband does not approve of them. Is your husband comfortable with you having these kinds of discussions with your friends? Some husbands may not mind at all. And you mentioned the Magnum condom -- was that just a prop, or does your husband have an unusually large penis? And either way, is he all right with you discussing his 'cock size' with your friends?"
 
Catherine uncrossed and recrossed her legs opposite how they were to relieve some of the strain on her now beginning to yearn pussy. Her pantyhose clung to her legs and crotch and the black high heels of her right foot dangled in mid air.

"Marcus doesn't know about any of these other things, no," she said. "He only know the very bare minimum, just about seeing a mutual friend naked in the locker room. Everything that has happened since the, including the condom wrapper and vibrator being left out, he doesn't know about. He travels a lot."

Catherine went on to explain that neither the condom wrapper or the vibrating dildo were props. That, in fact, her husband did have a very thick cock and required the use of the XXL condoms.

"Something that brought great conversation to the group," she said. "The sex toy is also mine, for use when I masturbate."
 
Dr. Parker could tell that Catherine was getting aroused -- just talking about the things that arouse her. Not entirely uncommon.

"I understand, Catherine," he said, watching her squirm in her seat a little. "But I don't think Marcus would be too upset knowing you tell your friends about your vibrator or his big cock."

He leaned forward a bit. "Do you think that part of the thrill is the fact that Marcus doesn't know about your little confessionals? You like doing things without him knowing about them? For example, does your husband know you are here, talking to a strange man about your sexual thrills, becoming aroused as a result?"

"Because you are becoming quite aroused, just sitting here and talking, are you not, Catherine?"
 
"Part of the thrill is that he doesn't know. Part of the thrill is knowing its arousing other people," she said. "I've allowed Marie to catch me masturbating several times and she acts surprised and embarrassed but I can see by the look in her eyes, the way she looks at me later, how wet it made her to walk in on me. Arousing others like that is what gives me the biggest thrill. I love having a glass of wine with 2-3 proper PTA moms and telling how my big dicked husband fucked me doggy style the night before and I love to tell them that because i know it's making them."

Catherine sat up and straight in the chair.

"So yes, of course I am aroused right now...because I know you are and I love that. I love being in a place where it's your job to find out all my deepest dirtiest sexual fantasies and secrets."
 
I give a little smile. I don't know if Catherine has noticed the bulge in my pants or just my general demeanor, but there's no point denying that this discussion is arousing me as well.

"So, Catherine, tell me this," I say, looking up at the ceiling. "Do you truly believe there is a sexual problem in your marriage right now? Is that why you are here today?"

I tilt my head sideways and look at her. "Or is this simply another sexual thrill-seeking adventure for you?" I ask. "Telling me about your little escapades is obviously exciting for you, and of course it's exciting for me, too. I'm a therapist but I'm also a man, and when a beautiful young woman starts talking dirty to me and telling me about masturbating and behind fucked from behind by her husband's massive cock, I get aroused, as well."

I clear my throat and cross my legs. "Let me be clear, Catherine," I say. "It's fine with me if you just want to come here and talk about sex and get us both charged up for an hour. It's your nickel. You can strip off all your clothes and masturbate in front of me right now, if you want to."

I shift in my seat. "But if there is truly a sexual issue between you and Marcus, one that is causing problems in your marriage, then that should be our primary focus."
 
At the bluntness of Dr. Parker's words Catherine feels even more turned on. She looks first into his piercing eyes and then slowly down at the bulge in his pants. Of course the thrill of being here is part of why she came today but there has to be more to it.

"I think there is a bit of both in my answer, Doctor Parker," she said, uncrossing her legs and opening just slightly, revealing for the first time just a hint of black panties. "This is, of course an adventure and I am very turned on right now and love that you are as well but I think you would agree that I must have some sexual issue, deep down, that I am in a loving marriage with a husband who satisfies me sexually yet I take these risks to get me off?"
 
When Catherine uncrossed her legs, Dr. Parker let his eyes travel up her thighs, and he thought he caught a glimpse of her black panties, but he couldn't be sure. He didn't really bother to be discreet; after all, this was part of the reason she was here. He wasn't going to object too much if a beautiful, sexy patient of his wanted to flash her panties at him. As long as he didn't touch her in any way, he wasn't violating any of the rules of ethical conduct.

"I don't think you necessarily have a sexual issue, Catherine," he said. "I think the desire to connect with multiple people on a sexual level is extremely common, perhaps even universal. Absolute sexual monogamy -- and by that I mean a relationship where you derive all of your sexual pleasure and contact from one single person -- is not natural, in my opinion. We have attempted to make it natural with the institution of marriage and the shaming of adulterers, but we can't overcome our primal need to... well, 'be fruitful and multiply,' as the book says."

"Not to mention the fact that you haven't really done anything," he said. "A little nudism here, an explicit conversation there -- I honestly don't think this rises to the level of cheating or a sexual issue."

He looked at her. "Now let me ask you this," he said. "Are you contemplating or fantasizing about 'upping the ante,' so to speak? Are you planning to escalate your thrill-seeking adventures? I think that is an important question."
 
"That is why I'm here Doctor. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from doing more," Catherine said. "The way it's been escalating, from talking, to nudism, to being caught mastubating, its only a matter of time before something more happens.

Don't you think?"
 
I shake my head.

"It's impossible for me to answer that, Catherine," I said. "All of us have control of our actions, but not all of us believe we have control of our actions."

I lean in a little more.

"Sitting here today, in my office, do you believe you in control of your actions, sexual or otherwise?"
 
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