“I definitely have mixed feelings about it. While I do feel like the encounter served its purpose, I still want to spend the rest of my life with my husband. I don’t want anything to complicate that. On either side,” I doubled down.
The afternoon I left Quentin, on the ride home, I was so happy to be on my way to my husband. I felt empowered and free, but still, I just wanted to live in his skin and be a happily marriedcouple again. And we were. Sex felt better. It felt like he was reclaiming me as his wife. Reminding me, even, why I loved him.
By day three, we were in Miami, sitting on a balcony that overlooked the South Beach nightlife. I was wrapped in my husband’s arms with my eyes closed, letting the wind flow through my hair. Then I heard this voice, as clear as day, say, “Eyes up, B.” My eyes darted open and all I saw was the hustle and bustle of the Miami streets. I knew then that Quentin had me fucked up.
I was trying to avoid this train wreck that I knew was happening. Because I don’t know what Timothy did during his twenty-four hours, but if given a chance, my choice would already be made. I didn’t need to see what else was out there. I wasn’t trying to up the score on my body count. I was going back tohim.
Q and I had this crazy, strong sexual tension. That really didn’t have any emotion behind it. I didn’t know him well enough to think I’d fall in love with him. Leaving my husband wasn’t an option. It was actually the furthest thing from my mind. But I knew what happened to me during my twenty-four hours. And just that alone was probably enough to have me down here every other day, bent over this couch instead of sitting on it. Me saying I didn’t want the arrangement was damage control; it was my version of rehab. They’d just have to take my word for it.
Sure, you could get good dick from anywhere, I assume. But what you couldn’t find is the confidence, the cockiness, the dominance that Quentin possessed. It couldn’t be taught; it had to be in you. And Q had that, hands down. The way he commanded every second of our experience together and made me do things that I never thought I would do comfortably? Yeah… get me out of here.
"Mrs. Thompson." Quentin's voice pulled me back to the moment.
“Oh! I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked, physically shaking my head like it would rid me of the thoughts.
A subtle smile tugged at his lips but didn’t break through.
“I asked you, do you fear that you’ve opened up a door with your husband or yourself that you cannot close?”
“In what sense?”
“You keep suggesting that you don’t want your marriage to be complicated by outside or shared experiences. That’s not something you mentioned in prior sessions, according to my case notes. Before then, you spoke confidently about your marriage. What do you feel changed?” He tapped his pen.
“Great question. I didn’t expect either of us to want to do it again. I thought it would be like a ‘we got it out of our system’ type of thing. So, in a sense, yes, I do feel like it’s a door that we left open. But would very much like to close. He started to speak, but I interrupted him.
“To be clear, though, I do feel like we rushed the terms of the last agreement without thinking them through. In hindsight, twenty-four hours was not a great deal of time. I think we were more worried about making each other comfortable and getting it done, than really planning a ‘bucket list’ type of experience.”
His pen bobbed damn near at the speed of light.
“Mr. Thompson, would you be genuinely okay if Mrs. Thompson said she didn’t want either of you to have another experience?” He locked eyes with Tim, waiting for an answer.
“Yeah, I was cool either way.” He shifted on the sofa.
“So where do we go from here? Because we have to do one of two things: we come to terms with not having any outside encounters. Or we find a way to navigate it so that your marriage is the main priority throughout them. I can tailor your sessions to fit either scenario. The ball is in your court.”
The last sentence made my thighs clench. That was the same sentence he said minutes before he had me with my knees to my chest, eating my pussy like a starving grizzly bear.
“This may sound strange, Dr. Long. But believe it or not, those exercises that you gave us really helped us decide to move forward last time. Can you give us something like it? Maybe that could help us come to a definite conclusion. Because right now, I’m split.” I admitted.
Just as I asked, the timer rang. He finished scribbling the sentence before he silenced it and looked up.
“Absolutely, Mrs. Thompson. I’ll send you homework tonight; there will be a week's worth of exercises for you all to complete. They’ll be similar to the last but tailored around your current concerns. I’m going to tell Shareese to schedule you all in exactly one week, while the emotions are still raw, and we can discuss them. Be expecting an email, but we’ve reached the end of your session. Have a great day.” He said as he stood and waited for us to do the same. Tim took his arm from around my shoulders, stood, and then guided me to my feet as we shook hands again and walked out of the office.
After I left the room, I finally breathed. While inside, I could barely stand being near him for more than a couple of minutes. The sessions felt fifty-eight minutes too long.
"What you about to get into, baby?" Tim asked, holding me by my waist.
“I think I’m calling it a day. I have an order to pick up from Ulta, and I have to stop by the store to get the easels and paint for tonight.”
“Alright, I’ll see you later, ma.” He leaned down, kissed me, and tapped my butt.
“Call me if you need me.” I got into my car and went to grab the things that we needed for our date night.
We had been devoting one night a week to just us, be it inside or outside. We took turns planning the dates, since it was the middle of the week, I wanted to have a quiet, cute night in the house and do a paint-and-sip.
I stopped at the store for one thing and wound up staying in there for almost two hours ,going from aisle to aisle and filling the cart with more than I had anticipated. I had a rug, some new decor for my home office, pajamas, and even some kitchen gadgets.
Just as I was nearing the house, I got a call from Tim. I knew that he would be calling any minute once I got the notification that he had entered the house.
