When my husband first suggested we visit a therapist together, I was initially reticent. The idea of sharing personal, intimate thoughts and feelings with a stranger filled me with uncertainty. But after some gentle persuasion, I found myself sat in the stark, yet chic office of Dr Alex Rayne. She was far younger than I’d anticipated, and considerably more attractive. I’d been expecting a kind yet unremarkable middle-aged professional, but Dr Rayne was anything but. Seated opposite her on her sofa, I couldn’t help but surreptitiously gaze at  her slender legs, encased in a tight pencil skirt, and take in her crisp white shirt, open to reveal a subtle hint of cleavage. I knew my husband had noticed too – how could he not? I just wished he could be a little more subtle.

‘So, what brings you to me?’ She asked us. The question hung in the air momentarily, and my husband and I exchanged glances.

‘Well,’ I began ‘things between us aren’t exactly what they used to be.’

‘All relationships change, that’s very natural’ She responded calmly. ‘But in what way have things become different for you?’

‘Well, we’ve been married a couple of years now’ I continued, ‘and certain, um, desires, seem to have dwindled.’

‘Our sex life’ my husband clarified, somewhat nervously. ‘It used to be a lot, well, hotter.’

She looked at as both and smiled. Perhaps it was my imagination, but it seemed almost pleased.

‘I see. Well, the challenge of keeping that spark alive is quite a common concern for young newlyweds. And as you’re aware, it’s an area I specialise in.’

We nodded. It was these credentials that had lead us here, along with the glowing referral from a friend in my yoga class, who’d told me, with flushed red cheeks, Dr Rayne had saved her marriage.

‘I should tell you that my practise focuses on embodied work. I believe in a holistic, fully somatic approach to these concerns, even though it sometimes seems contrary to more traditional therapeutic schools. Do you understand?’

I said we did – I’d read online about her innovative methodologies.  She asked if we would be happy to follow her lead for the duration of the session and we nodded cautiously. There was something utterly compelling about her, a deep sexuality that seemed to draw me to her. It felt almost hypnotic, but perhaps that was the crystal blue of her eyes.

‘We’ll begin right away. So, Louisa, if you could stand up for me, that would be wonderful.’

I rose gingerly from my seat, and came to stand in front of her.

She tilted her head and took in my body, before turning to my husband. ‘Your wife’s very beautiful isn’t she?’

Caught off guard by the unexpected nature of the question he blinked, then nodded

‘How does she look undressed?’

He stared at her, and I could sense a sudden change in his demeanour. ‘Even better’, he replied, in a low, quiet voice.

Wordlessly, she stood up, slinked her hand around my neck and found the zip to my dress

‘May I?’ she asked, and I uttered a breathy ‘yes’.

Once unzipped, my dress fell to the floor, revealing the simple white underwear beneath. I hadn’t expected to be naked in front of a stranger, let alone such an attractive one. My nudity produced a sudden jolt of electricity between the three of us.  I heard my husband shift in his seat behind me. I stood face to face with her now, and for several moments she seemed to drink in my body. My mind raced. ‘Touch me’ a voice in my head implored. ‘I want you to touch me’. But I remained silent, almost holding my breath

After what seemed an unbearable amount of time, she placed her hands on my shoulders before running them softly down my back and then onto the curve of my bottom. My skin tingled at the coolness of her touch.

‘Exceptional’ she said, to my husband. He stared, wordlessly, transfixed at the sight of the therapist’s hands exploring my exposed body. ‘What an exquisite body you have. It’s a body that yearns for pleasure, isn’t it? I can tell’.

She ran one hand from my arse up to my stomach, tracing my body with her fingertips.

‘Your cunt’ she asked me, ‘does he pay enough attention to it?’

A candour made me start. I broke her gaze, and looked over my shoulder to my husband, who had a hunger in his eyes.

‘No. Not any more’

‘That’s a shame’ she said. ‘I bet you have a gorgeous cunt. May I touch you?’

I nodded, and placed one foot on the coffee table beside me. With an impeccably manicured hand she slid my white cotton panties to the side, and softly stroked between my legs. A low gasp escaped my lips and I felt a sudden pulse of desire. My wetness was already undeniably evident. As if to confirm it, she slowly slid her finger inside of me, toying with me. I struggled to stifle a moan as I watched her fingers begin to fuck me. It was not only the sensation itself, but the feeling of two pairs of eyes on me, witnessing my reveries. The exhibitionism – the brazen display – felt heady and intoxicating. of My nipples felt impossibly hard, and I placed Dr Rayne’s other hand against my breast. She gently squeezed one, then the other, and I felt the knot of my approaching orgasm growing tight and warm in my core.

Just as I began to reach the point of no return, she stopped. I looked at her imploringly, aching for her to continue, but she glanced towards my husband. I looked over too, and could see how hard he was in his suit trousers, his arousal at watching me increasingly overwhelming.

She took my hand, and led me over to my husband’s seated figure. She asked my to kneel down before him, and I was happy to oblige. She knelt alongside me, and we both looked up at him.

‘I want you to pay attention to how beautiful Louisa looks when she’s turned on’ Dr Rayne murmured, before reaching her arm up and sliding her finger into my husband’s mouth. ‘And how she tastes’. He licked her fingers, his eyes closed in a moment of rapture.

‘What do you think the next step is Louisa?’ She asked me.

‘For me to suck his cock?’ I replied, with an eagerness that surprised me.

My husband quickly undid his belt, and his stiff cock sprung out of his Calvins. With practised ease, she produced a condom and slid it down his length. I watched as she did, and thought how much I loved his cock. I always had. And now, in this unfamiliar office, I yearned for it as I had when we we first met.

Dr Rayne was beside me on the floor, and as I began to gently kiss and lick my husband, she undid the buttons on her blouse. The sight of her firm, full breasts spilling out of her bra made him moan and grow even harder.

‘That’s good, she cooed, as I took more of him into my mouth. ‘Get him nice and wet.’ She scooped up my long, dark hair with her hands, and held it back, allowing me to swallow his full length. My mouth moved along his shaft faster now, whilst my tongue teased the base of his cock. I knew he was already close to coming, the sight of two women knelt before him irresistibly erotic.

She had her hand on the back of my head, carefully guiding me up and down his cock. ‘I want you to fill your wife’s beautiful mouth up with your come now’ she instructed. Her words tipped him over the edge, and I felt him shudder with pleasure.  He sat back, spent.

‘Excellent’, she said. ‘This is good work. Now, perhaps I could offer you some alternative methods for how to meet your wife’s needs too?’

At her indication, I got up from knees, and lay on the couch. She pulled off my panties and pushed my legs apart, before lowering her mouth to my cunt. Her tongue was soft and artful against me, and I pushed myself down urgently onto her. By now I felt almost dizzy with longing, and I came fast and hard, my body tensing as I did. In the moments after I kept my eyes shut, and let my breath return to normal, before looked up at my husband, who sat beside me. We stared at one another, both overwhelmed at the intensity of this encounter.

Dr Rayne stood up and re-buttoned her shirt. She straightened her skirt and brushed her hair from her face. She seemed so unruffled and professional once again, it was almost as if nothing had happened.  Picking up a gold pen from her desk, she bit her lip and turned to us both.

‘Well, that all our time for today. I think we’ve made a good start. Shall I pencil you in for the same time next week?’