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Susan’s Marriage Therapy
Copyright 2016 by Night Watch Publishing. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This story contains sexually explicit content and is intended for readers over 18 years of age. By downloading this document you acknowledge that you are over 18 years of age. All fictitious characters who are engaged in sexual acts in this book are likewise over 18 years of age, whether explicitly stated or not.
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“Please, have a seat Susan” Dr. Foster said. “And tell me what has brought you here.”
I watched the petite young wife as her hands nervously smoothed out the back of her skirt before she sat in the chair in front of the doctor’s desk. Her hands fidgeted with the front of her skirt, smoothing out the fabric over her slender legs. It was a conservative skirt, to be sure. She looked like a girl who had lived a conservative life. Yet her creamy legs were still very visible as her hands played with the fabric.
“Well, it was my husband’s idea really” she said.
“Oh?” the doctor said, acting as if he was surprised. I knew better – I knew that most of the married women who came here came at the suggestion of their husbands. “And tell me why your husband thought it was a good idea to come see me.”
She fidgeted again, clearly showing her discomfort. She glanced over her shoulder to where I was standing, letting me know that the fact I was there wasn’t making it any easier for her. The doctor liked to include me in some of his interviews though. He thought that having a female nurse in the room would put the women at ease. Plus I would be involved with her treatment, and there was little I had not seen or heard before.
“You can speak in front of Karen” the doctor told her. “She is my head nurse and will undoubtedly be very involved in your therapy if you choose to move forward.”
I watched her breath out and relax a little, coming to grips with the fact she would need to speak in front of me. Watching her exhale caused her blouse to loosen just a bit, which accented the fact that she had a tremendous pair of breasts under her tasteful and conservative top. I could only imagine the kinds of things her husband had wanted her to do in the bedroom. I thought about the things we would do to her to relax her and how they would make me feel.
“Well” the uptight young wife began, “John is getting frustrated with our sex life. I was brought up in a rather strict, religious family, and it has been difficult for me to adjust to the role of sexual being I suppose.”
“I see” Doctor Foster said, and I watched as he started to scribble down his notes. “And how long have you been married Susan?”
“We’ve been married for a year and a half” she answered him. “And it’s been a difficult transition for me.”