“I was actually thinking about my answers to one of the questions. But I’ll be fine either way, too. He gave us some good ass exercises to start tomorrow; I at least want to do those before we make a decision to go through with it or change our minds.”
If nothing else came from it, I thought the exercises would be fun. Especially listing the fantasies. I was more curious to know the things that were on Tim’s mind that he hadn’t spoken to me about. Hopefully, over the next seven days, we can take this assignment seriously and figure out how to move forward.
“That’s cool,” he said as he gently pushed me back on the bed. I fell back before I slid to the center of the bed from my position. I bit the inside of my cheek in anticipation of what was to come.Over these last two decades, Tim has molded me into his perfect freak. Despite us not exploring other things sexually, between us, nothing was off limits.
Every hole in my body had his signature on it. I didn’t have a single complaint about it either. Of course, I was curious, but when I said that if we chose not to move forward, I would be happy with just him for the rest of my life, I meant it.
He positioned himself between my legs and lined his dick at my entrance. He showered kisses over my collarbone that made me squirm, but for the first time in years, my mind drifted elsewhere.
I was trying to focus on Tim, the man who had loved me through every version of myself, and be in the moment. But my mind kept drifting back to Quentin Long’s baritone asking,“Would you be able to live with knowing the person who has given her body to only you for twenty years had sex with someone else?”
Maybe he didn’t mean it, but to me it sounded like he was asking for permission. Or maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me, making me hear what I wanted to hear.
Tim teasing my clit with the tip of his dick grounded me right back into the moment. I moaned and arched my back as he traced long, agonizing lines up and down my middle. Then all at once, he pushed himself inside of me.
I moaned in pleasure. “Baby…” I panted and threw my leg around his back, pulling him closer to me and kissing him passionately. The room was silent, except for the faint sound from the air conditioning unit, and our low pants and groans.
He thrust in and out of me, picking up the pace as he grew more aroused. His skin felt hot against mine as he slid in and out of me. Every stroke felt like it was meant to be a promise of what he had said earlier. That he only wanted me, and that I belongedto him. Soon, the strokes brought a feeling that all I knew all too well, brewing in the pit of my stomach.
“Shit!” I cursed as he went deeper and hit the same spot over and over. I wanted to run from the feeling taking over me, but he had me pinned between his arms. Then he leaned down and bit my neck roughly, making me release all over his dick. Once he groaned, I knew that he was soon to follow.
I could feel his dick pulsating inside of me, releasing everything that he had as his lips crashed back into mine and we engaged in the messiest kiss.
Collapsing beside me, we both struggled to get our pattern of breathing back to normal. He grabbed my face roughly and brought my eyes to him.
“I love you, Mrs. Thompson.” He kissed me.
“I love you too, baby,” I said as I straddled him and ground into him, bringing his dick back to life in seconds, preparing to take him on the ride of his life.
Later, as his breathing steadied against my neck, I lay awake thinking about the next seven days and what they would mean for us and our marriage. I reached for my phone and found my notes app and typed “guilt- address in therapy.” Then I set the phone back on the nightstand with a deep breath. I had never wanted anyone outside of Timothy. Ever. Not even when I was young and should have been exploring. But here we were.
Craving someone other than him felt foreign and wrong. Because I would never admit it out loud, but less than an hour ago, when Tim was buried deep inside my pussy and the room was only filled with noises from our bodies, I could distinctly hear a voice in my ear. It was the voice of Dr. Quentin Long. Calm, patient, and waiting.
***
“Good morning, welcome to Long Term Therapy. Do you have an appointment?” The assistant asked as I walked to the front to check in.
“I do, last name Thompson, 10 a.m.,” I said as I reached into my purse to retrieve my husband’s credit card.
“There you are. Your session balance is on the screen. Press the green button to accept, and then you can proceed with the payment--- uh oh! Watch your step!” She spoke to me before she turned toward the elderly man who had stumbled after he came in, asking if he could use the restroom. Then she got up from the chair and guided him back.
She was such a sweetheart and gorgeous. The last time I came here, we made small talk about my nails when she complimented them. When I left, I thought about her and wondered if she was his wife. But as I checked the plate in front of her, it read "Shareese Williams." She couldn’t have been his wife, or maybe she was and kept her maiden name.
When she finally rounded the desk again, she sat down, printed the receipt, and handed it to me. “You’re all set, just have a seat, and I’ll take you back when he’s ready.”
“Thank you, love,” I said as I turned and sat down beside Tim, who was looking at cars on this auction website. He handled this part of the business exclusively. I picked up a little expertise about cars from being around him for so long, but I was nowhere near as knowledgeable as he was.
I leaned on his shoulder and looked at his phone screen, “That’s one’s cute.”
He turned to me and scoffed. “Baby, it’s two hundred thousand miles; they should’ve taken pictures of this shit at the cemetery.”
I chuckled. I’m well educated, and I know a lot about a lot, but cars aren’t one of them. I would have a whole lot of lemons if it were up to me, as long as the outside was in good condition.That’s exactly why he had me inside the office; that’s where I shine.
He scrolled for a few minutes before Shareese got up and walked down the hallway. She emerged within seconds.
“Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, the doctor is ready to see you now.” My chest tightened as Tim stood and reached out to grab my hand. I placed it in his, and we walked down the hallway to the office at the end, as we had done the week before. This week was about to get interesting, and a lot was on the line.
“Good morning,” Dr. Long said as he stood and extended his hand.
