by Nicety
“Baby…what are we going to do?” I muttered as I snuggled in close to his carved torso.
“I don’t know.” He shook his head holding me close and giving my temple the sweetest, most endearing peck. “I don’t know.
As I stared out into the night sky, I could not help but wonder if this was for real or if what we had experienced in these last few days was merely horseplay. We had decisions that needed to be made and problems that needed solutions. But for that moment and that night we silently agreed that the best thing for us was to live in this moment. Instead of sorting, questioning, or doubting we decided to give each other something we both had been missing and yearning for years, intimacy. He held me close never thinking of letting me go and I…I felt secure in his arms.
The Morning After
I awoke with the bright shine of sunlight smoothly caressing my face. My arms stretched to the ceiling as I sat up looking around the room wondering why I was alone. There was no telling how long I was there by myself but the feeling of loneliness engulfed me quickly. A swift turn towards the alarm clock on my nightstand informed me that I if I did not get up and jump in the shower, I would be late for my 9am appointment. Being late would only further the notion that I had no respect for him or his time.
Rushing through my shower, toweling off and toggling my wet hair into a tight professional bun, I raced to the closet to pick out the hottest outfit I could find. I ended up settling on a great three quarter sleeved pink blazer, some skinny jeans, and my pink Louboutins. I figured I would wear only a black-laced bra under my blazer to keep it sexy rather than bland like I used to. This was a new day and I needed to be a new me. I quickly polished my face with my favorite colors then grabbed my satchel and headed to the car.
The whole drive had my armpits glistening as I took deep breaths to relax myself from fainting and passing out. It was no secret that I was nervous to know what the outcome of this appointment would be. Either way I was going to face it head on and like a woman. The nervousness was inevitable no matter how much I tried to calm myself and as I parked in the lot and exited my car the evidence of that was clear when I nearly fainted. My car door caught me just before I closed it though, which was indeed a close call. A deep breath with my eyes closed, helped me to focus on the big picture and that was being strong enough to handle anything that came my way even if I did not like the answer I was about to get.
In the elevator, my feet grew weak and my pulse raced as I pushed the number eight. A swarm of people entered the elevator, two floors below the one I needed to be on and they could not have been slower in loading. I locked on to the gentleman in the front of the crowd noticing how cute he was with his goatee and dreads. His suit fit snug and nice to his body and his skin looked like it could be brown silk. He was beautiful in every sense of the word but in the mist of licking my lips I couldn’t help but imagine he was somebody else. My pussy grew so moist from being deep in my thoughts that I almost missed my floor, pushing past the Greek God and on to my destination.
I pushed through the double glass doors and into the office greeting the receptionist with a nod. Immediately, she knew who I was and nodded back thumbing for me to enter his office as I walked by her. For weeks, I had been here and today was my last appointment. I made it on time with just minutes to spare. The huge brightly sun lit office was silent as I walked in. I walked around the large floor plant sitting next to the vintage leather sofa then took a seat. I set my purse on the floor next to my feet and prepared for the doctor to turn around in his seat and disconnect his phone call.
“Ah, Mrs. Jacobs. So nice of you to join us. I thought we were going to have to start the session without you.” Dr. Bramstein smiled as he hung up the phone and walked around to his big brown leather recliner.
His hands were empty not holding the usual pen with yellow pad paper he most often adorned during my visits. This older balding Caucasian man was my worst enemy when I first laid eyes on him. He batted down every excuse I made for myself and made me look deeper into the underlying problem. But now, on my last day, all I want to do is kiss the man for his brilliance. I had no faith that he was an expert. I had no faith in his work whatsoever. But once I began implementing his teachings into my everyday life I slowly began to realize this man was a freaking genius.
“Naw, I made it in the nick of time Dr. B.” I laughed.
“So, how was your last week?” Dr. B asked sternly straightening his eyewear.
“Well I think it went great. I mean, we had a few hiccups where it didn’t seem like we were going to go through with it sometimes but we pulled through some how.” I replied.
“And what about you, Mr. Jacobs?”
“She basically summed it all up. I believe that with the hard work and dedication we can do anything…together.” Chino smiled pulling me in towards him and wrapping his arm around the small of my back.
“Ah. So I see we’ve made much progress in this last week. So you guys have completed the 3 steps of the last week as well?” Dr. B interlocked his fingers shooting us an intrigued expression.
Chino and I stumbled over the question playfully laughing like horny teenagers. Truth be told the whole month was a wild ride sense we could not have sex or touch each other in a sexual manner for the first three weeks of the program. However, this last week we’ve been like little horn dogs in heat. We gazed into each other’s eyes and we knew….we just knew. There was nothing left to say and no more questions that needed to be answered. We had all of the answers. Showing up for our last meeting today was all the validation we needed.
“Doc, your program is a life saver. We struggled in the beginning, you know with the no touching thing but the 3 steps, Choke Me, Spank Me, Pull My Hair, was phenomenal! I still can’t believe it worked.” I giggled interlocking fingers with Chino.
“Yeah, I think this helped us rekindle the spark we felt for each other when we got married six years ago.” Chino pecked my forehead.
“Uh, huh, and Chino have you cut off all ties to your mistresses?” Dr. B asked.
“Every single one. After the first week of role playing and pretending like we weren’t married, I couldn’t think about anyone else but my wife. So I let them go then, even though I couldn’t have sex with Starla until week 4. I realize now that I don’t need those other women to have some different pussy. My wife can provide all of that and more…if she’s willing.” Chino looked deep into my eyes.
“I’m more than willing, baby. Whatever it takes to save us I will do. I’m willing to keep you happy if you’ll do the same for me.” I responded gazing deeply into his beautiful eyes.
“I think that we are in such a good place that we understand each other. I’ve got faith that we won’t visit that ugly place again. Hell, I’ve got so much more that I want to do with you, to you…did I say to you?” Chino smirked as I laughed with him.
“I see. Good. I was going to give you specific sexual positions for the steps but you guys looked like the type who needed to explore. Marriage is about trust and honesty and experimenting. You all are now bonded for life and there is nothing better than living your lives like you are best friends. Don’t be afraid to explore each other’s bodies and never lose sight of the reasons why you married each other in the first place. So even if you both have flaws your love is powerful enough to overlook those flaws. For better or worse truly means just that. Hold on to these principles you have learned throughout this month whenever you feel you’re falling off the wagon. Pay my receptionist for this last session and I hope to never see you again. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs! You have just graduated Sex Therapy for Married Couples.”
The End
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