It was another Wednesday evening, the kids were with a babysitter, and just like the previous weeks, Mr. and Mrs. Walker were driving for another session with their couple’s therapist. Things between them had gotten worse lately, and though neither one of them could point the finger at what was causing it, they would argue constantly over everything and decided they should see a professional who could help with their relationship.

They drove through the light traffic, talking about how the kids were doing in school, in soccer, and how things were at work. The radio was playing as they drove, soft jazz music turned down just enough to be heard, and Warren stopped at the red light and turned to look over at his wife. “Nervous?” he asked her, her eyes meeting his as they exchanged a familiar glance before Warren turned his eyes back to the road and continued to drive as the light turned green.

“No more than usual,” Sandy told her husband, “Why, should I be?” She asked and he chuckled. They kept driving for a few more minutes, leaving the main avenue for the quiet side streets before pulling up next to the building where their therapist’s office was. They got out of the car, Sandy straightened her shirt, then took the stairs up to the office on the first floor. Warren and Sandy entered the empty reception area and Warren looked at his watch. They were a few minutes early, but the door to the office was open and they could see Dr. Clark at her desk. They stepped over to it, Warren knocking softly on the partly open door, and Dr. Clark immediately turned to them.

“Warren, Sandy, please come in,” Dr. Clark said as she got up to greet them. She opened the door, ushering them in, then closed it behind them. She showed them over to the large sofa at the center of the room, poured each of them a glass of water, then took a seat across from them on the therapist’s couch and smiled. “So, how are you doing today?” she asked, pushed her glasses higher up her nose, and grabbed the notepad from the table next to her.

“We’re doing fine, thank you, Dr. Clark,” Sandy said and smiled politely as her husband nodded next to her. They were an attractive couple, Warren with a powerful build, tall and broad-shouldered with short light hair and a handsome face, and Sandy slim and tall with subtle curves, round perky medium-sized breasts, and long dark hair.

“That’s good, and how are things between the two of you? This is our…fifth session,” Dr. Clark said with a pause, looking down at her notes. “Do you feel any change or improvement in your dynamics?” She asked, looking from husband to wife.

Warren and Sandy looked at each other, exchanging a considering glance, then looked back at the Doctor. “I think so,” Sandy started, her tone unsure, “but it’s just…”

“It’s just that you thought you would see more improvement between the two of you?” Dr. Clark cut in and both Sandy and Warren nodded as a knowing smile covered the doctor’s face. “As I’ve told you in our first session, this takes time and the only ones who control how fast the progress is, are you. All I can do is point you in the right direction, and try to help you see the other’s perspective, but the rest is up to you.” She said, then studied her patients.

“I understand that Doctor Clark,” Warren started saying, speaking up for the first time, “but to be honest I don’t feel any change between us. We keep arguing constantly and I don’t feel that since we started seeing you anything changed.” He said with intensity.

“I’m glad you said that Warren,” Dr. Clark said, surprising the couple somewhat. “That is exactly the kind of feedback I need to hear so I can understand how best to move forward. It’s the couples who sit there and say I’m doing a great job and that everything is better when it’s not who I can’t help.” Dr. Clark said and smiled contently at Warren before moving her gaze to his wife. “What about you Sandy, do you agree with what Warren said?” Dr. Clark asked.

“Yes, mostly. I do feel a change or at least the beginning of one, but Warren is right, we still argue all the time,” Sandy said and the doctor nodded along, writing down notes.

“Okay that’s good, so if it’s alright with you, I want us to try to go deeper into your relationship than we had during the past sessions,” Dr. Clark said and the couple turned to look at each other then looked back at her and nodded. “Alright, so can you tell me what your last big argument was about?” The therapist asked, studying the couple.

“Well,” Sandy started first, “just yesterday he promised he would pick our son up from soccer practice and he didn’t.”

“Oh, come on Sandy, I was ten minutes late!” Warren burst out.

“You were twenty minutes late, and he called me saying they picked up all the other kids and he was alone,” Sandy shot back.

“I said I was sorry, and it was no more than fifteen minutes, but I wouldn’t say it was a big argument,” Warren said. Sandy was about to answer but Dr. Clark stopped her.

“Warren, Sandy, we are here to communicate, not blame one another.” She said then paused and let them cool off for a few seconds before continuing. “Alright, Warren, so you said it wasn’t a big argument, do you have another one in mind?” She asked.

“Well, yes,” Warren said after thinking about it. “A few days ago, I went out with a colleague from work to dinner and when I got home Sandy grilled me about it and we got into a big argument.”

“Oh please, work colleague?” Sandy snorted.

“Sandy, is there something you would like to add?” Dr. Clark asked casually.

“Yes, he forgot to mention that this work colleague is a very young and very attractive woman,” Sandy explained.

“Sandy, as I said over and over, it was just work,” Warren said to his wife.

“Hold on, this is a good opportunity,” Dr. Clark said. “Sandy, do you agree with Warren that you had a large argument over this?” She asked.

“Yes, I guess,” Sandy answered.

“And why was that?” The therapist asked.

“Because she doesn’t trust me,” Warren burst in.

“Warren, I was asking Sandy,” Dr. Clark reprimanded him. “Sandy, can you explain why it turned into an argument? You heard Warren just say it’s because he thinks you don’t trust him, what’s your perspective?”

“Of course I trust him, that’s not the point,” Sandy said distressed.

“So, help me understand, help Warren understand why it bothered you and it turned into an argument,” Dr. Clark said.

“It’s just not appropriate that my husband is having dinner alone with young women, work or no work,” Sandy said flushed.

“Honey, it was just a work dinner,” Warren said again before Dr. Clark cut him off.

“Let’s all take a moment to breathe, alright? It’s good, we’re making progress but let’s try to continue and communicate instead of blaming. Sandy, I want to ask you a few questions if that’s alright,” Dr. Clark started and Sandy nodded. “Does it bother you that your husband had dinner with another woman?”

“Yes,” Sandy admitted shamefully.

“Why does it bother you?” Dr. Clark asked.

“I…I don’t know, ” Sandy answered, then blushed, and her husband tenderly placed his hand over hers.

“That’s okay. Let’s try to dig a little deeper. I want us to do an exercise, alright?” She asked, and the couple nodded. “Good. Warren, now a question for you. Do you find me attractive?” The therapist asked her patient.

“I’m…I’m sorry?” Warren asked, nearly choking, and he and Sandy looked at her surprised.

“It’s alright, it’s part of the exercise. I want you to be honest, I promise I won’t be offended either way. Do you find me attractive?” Dr. Clark asked.

Warren stared slightly baffled at their therapist as she sat cross-legged across from them and studied her. She was wearing a white button-up blouse with long sleeves, a dark blue pencil skirt, and heels. Her long light-brown hair was tied into a loose bun, and the top button of her blouse was open, revealing a little skin. She was in her mid-forties, around their age, and had curves in all the right places, with large full breasts. Yes, he did find her attractive, as most guys would, but he never expected her to ask him if she was.

“Um, yes, I guess I do think you’re attractive,” he told her, trying to sound casual since, as she said, it was an exercise.

“Why thank you,” Dr. Clark said, with a polite grin to Warren, then turned to his wife. “Sandy, does it bother you that your husband finds me attractive?” She asked.

“No, not really,” Sandy said truthfully and Dr. Clark jotted down some notes.

“Why not?” Dr. Clark asked.

“Because you are attractive, so I’m not surprised he finds you so too,” Sandy said slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, you’re both so sweet,” Dr. Clark said with a grin then looked down at her notes and back up again. “Alright, so it doesn’t bother you if Warren thinks other women are attractive, that’s good. What about Warren looking at other women he finds attractive, would that bother you?” Dr. Clark asked.

“Yes, yes it would,” Sandy said.

“That’s interesting,” Dr. Clark said, taking down more notes. “Warren, what about you, would it bother you if Sandy found other men attractive?” She asked.

“No, not at all,” he answered casually.

“What about her looking at men she finds attractive, would that bother you?”

“No, she can look all she wants,” Warren said.

“Thank you, Warren. Just to make sure we are all on the same page, we gathered that neither one of you is bothered by the other finding other people attractive, is that correct?” Dr. Clark asked and they both nodded. “Great, now Sandy, you are bothered by Warren looking at attractive women, but Warren, you aren’t bothered if Sandy looks at attractive men, is that correct?”

“Uh huh,”, “That’s correct,” they said together.

“Excellent, this is great progress,” Dr. Clark said while writing down some more notes. “Alright, now Sandy, back to you. We’ve established that Warren finds me attractive, and he’s sitting across from me looking at me. Does that bother you as well?” She asked.

“I…well, I’m, um, no…I guess not,” Sandy answered after stuttering a little.

“And why do you think that is?”

“I don’t know, maybe because he is looking at you professionally and not as a woman,” Sandy ventured.

“Not as a woman?” Dr. Clark asked amused.

“No, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant,” Sandy quickly said.

“Don’t worry, it’s alright,” Dr. Clark said chuckling, “I understand what you meant. Warren, do you agree with Sandy, are you looking at me in just a professional capacity?”

“Yes, of course,” Warren quickly said, almost too quickly, and felt himself getting flustered.

“How about if he wasn’t looking at me in merely a professional capacity, would it bother you then?” Dr. Clark asked.

“I don’t see how that’s possible, but I don’t think it would,” Sandy said and Dr. Clark nodded.

“Alright, I want to try something new that you might find a little…distressing but it’s part of the session and I think it will do you both good. Is that alright with you?” Dr. Clark asked.

“If you think it’s for the best, I think it will be fine by us,” Warren said, turning to Sandy for approval, and as his wife nodded and squeezed his hand, he turned his gaze back to the therapist.

Dr. Clark took a deep breath, put down her notebook, then reached for the buttons on her blouse. She undid the top button, exposing more skin, then moved down to the next button as her patients looked at her shocked.

“Um, Dr. Clark, what are you…?” Sandy asked astonished as the pretty therapist exposed her white bra while she continued to undo the buttons, moving nimbly down.

“It’s alright,” The therapist said, giving no more explanation, and got to her feet. She pulled the shirt tail out of her skirt, undoing the final button, then pulled her shirt off to reveal the white bra cupping her large breasts and her flat smooth stomach. She folded her shirt neatly, placed it on the small desk behind her, then took another breath and looked over at her wide-eyed patients as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, revealing a pair of black panties and long tone legs. She stepped out of her skirt, still in her high heels, and folded it. She put it on top of her shirt, turning around for them both to see her ass, the panties covering it only partly, then she took a seat back on the couch, grabbed her notes, and crossed her legs, looking over at the shocked couple.

“Dr. why are you…?” Warren mumbled, staring at her sexy body with a mixture of shock and arousal.

“I hope I’m not offending either of you by being like this, let’s continue and you’ll understand.” Dr. Clark said, moving her gaze from one embarrassed face to the other. “I think I can safely say that now you are both not looking at me in a professional capacity. Sandy, does it still not bother you that Warren is looking at me?”

“Yes, it bothers me,” Sandy said haughtily.

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re sitting there half naked for him to ogle,” Sandy said angrily.

“And you feel what…threatened by my lack of clothing?” Dr. Clark pushed.

“I…I…don’t know, maybe,” Sandy admitted shyly.

“Honey, don’t be silly, there’s nothing for you to feel threatened about,” Warren said to his wife but Sandy could see he was still ogling Dr. Clark.

“It’s alright Sandy, there is no shame admitting how you feel, and now you know how your husband feels about it too,” the therapist said but could see Sandy was still not convinced. “Alright, now let’s try to take this a little deeper, shall we? Would you both please remove your clothes as well?” Dr. Clark asked.

“Excuse me?” Sandy gasped as Warren stared in amazement at their therapist.

“Sandy, Warren, let’s all take a breath for one moment,” Dr. Clark said in that soothing voice of hers. “Trust me. I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t for the sake of what you came here to achieve, and as you can see, I already removed my clothes. I’m a professional. You shouldn’t be embarrassed to do the same,” She explained.

Sandy and Warren exchanged a long questioning look with each other. Warren shrugged, whispering something into his wife’s ear and Sandy nodded shortly after. Sandy then reached for the hem of her shirt, grabbed it, and slowly pulled it over her head and off. Next to her Warren pulled off his short polo shirt, then they both got to their feet. Sandy folded her shirt neatly while Warren crumpled his up. They both shirts down on the coffee table, then Warren pulled off his boots while Sandy slipped off her sneakers, after which they both nervously pulled their pants down, stepping out of them and placing them on the table before awkwardly sitting back on the sofa next to one another.

Dr. Clark studied her two patients as they sat back down wearing just their underwear. Sandy was wearing a black sports bra and purple panties and was self-consciously folding her arms across her chest. Next to her, Warren looked much more comfortable. He sat there with his broad somewhat hairy chest exposed, along with his muscular arms, and was wearing tight black boxers that outlined the shape of his semi-erect shaft. Dr. Clark noted how he was looking at his wife as she sat down, his eyes moving down her flat stomach and smooth thighs before moving his gaze back to her and putting on a more professional expression.

“Sandy, did you notice the way Warren was looking at you just now?” Dr. Clark asked.

“I, no,” Sandy said and turned her gaze to look at her husband. “How were you looking at me?” She asked him.

“I don’t know, how was I looking at her?” Warren said defensively.

“Warren, it’s not a bad thing, quite the opposite. He was looking at you with admiration. With desire,” Dr. Clark explained.

“You were?” Sandy asked surprised.

“Well, you are my wife,” Warren stated and Sandy blushed while Dr. Clark smiled.

“Now Warren, look at me again,” Dr. Clark said and they both turned to her. “Sandy, does it still bother you that he is looking at me?” She asked and Sandy gave her a puzzled unsure look. “Not as much I’m guessing, even though it did bother you only a few moments ago,” the therapist said then paused, letting her client ponder over it a moment. “Now what would happen if I took the rest of my clothes off?” Dr. Clark asked and the couple perked up immediately and stared at her.

“If you…took your clothes off?” Warren asked.

“Yes. If I took the rest of my clothes off right now, would it bother you, Sandy? Would it bother you to have your husband looking at a naked woman next to you?” Dr. Clark asked and Sandy just stared at her.

“You’re not really going to…?” Sandy started to ask but turned quiet as the doctor placed her notes back down and reached behind her back. She unclasped her bra, Warren and Sandy looking at her speechless, then removed it, revealing a pair of tantalizing heavy round breasts with large pink areolas and nipples. She got to her feet, placing her bra on the desk, then slipped her finger into her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs as Warren and Sandy stared, exposing her completely smooth mound and slightly parted pink lips. She tossed her panties aside after she stepped out of them, now wearing only her heels, then took a seat back on the couch.

The two stared at the gorgeous naked therapist with awe as she sat there casually and looked back at them. Sandy stared at her, blinking, then moved her gaze to her husband and saw him gawking, his eyes moving from the doctor’s impressive rack to between her legs.

“Sandy, I can tell it bothers you that I’m sitting here like this, and Warren is looking at me,” Dr. Clark said, glancing over at Warren’s crotch and noting his manhood getting hard. She knew it was unprofessional but ever since she laid eyes on Warren for the first time, she wanted to see him naked, wanted to see and feel his strong body, and was just waiting for an excuse to do this exercise with them. She looked at the two of them, the excitement of her being naked for Warren to see feeling exhilarating, and she took a breath and then continued. “Now, if it’s alright with you, I would ask that the two of you remove the rest of your clothes and tell me if you still feel the same way.”

Sandy looked from Warren to Dr. Clark, then back to Warren. She wanted him to look at her like he did only a minute ago, when she took her clothes off, and she was willing to remove the rest of her clothes here in their therapist’s office for it to happen. She grabbed her bra with both hands and pulled it over her head and off, then, still sitting, she slipped her fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs, exposing her trimmed dark bush and her pink vagina. Warren immediately moved his eyes to look at her, to study her familiar yet sexy naked body, and Sandy felt a moment of elation.

Warren stared at his wife, surprised she was so quick to shed her clothes, and studied her gorgeous body. He stared at her teasing tits and little pink nipples, at her flat stomach, then down between her legs. He was tempted to reach over and touch her, grab her tits, or slide a finger along her clit, but they were in the middle of a therapy session, and with the two women already naked it was his turn. He grabbed his boxers, pulled himself up a little, then pulled them down to expose his thick semi-erect seven-inch cock.

Dr. Clark stifled a gasp, biting her lower lip as Warren exposed his manhood, but kept studying her patients professionally as they looked at each other. She let them stare, noting the way Warren was looking at his naked wife, the way Sandy was looking at her naked husband, then she cleared her throat and they both turned to her. “I hope this isn’t too embarrassing for either one of you but I’m proud of you. Sandy, I know you could sense the way Warren was looking at you just now,” Dr. Clark said.

“I could,” Sandy said, almost whispering, and her cheeks flushed.

“Good. Do you also feel that same shift in balance now that both of us have no clothes on?” The therapist asked and Sandy nodded. It was then that Dr. Clark suddenly rose to her feet. She circled the coffee table, so she was in front of the two, then sat down facing Warren and Sandy, only a foot away from them. She moved her gaze from Sandy to Warren, a nervous smile on her face, then casually reached over and grabbed Warren’s shaft in her left hand, feeling her pussy tingle as her fingers wrapped around his skin.

“Oh my god, Dr. Clark! Stop it. What are you doing?” Sandy gasped.

“Does it bother you that I’m touching your husband’s penis, Sandy?” She asked, and when Sandy didn’t answer she started stroking it slowly.

“Yes! Stop it!” Sandy finally managed to say.

“Warren, do you want me to stop?” Dr. Clark asked.

“I…Ugh,” Warren moaned as the therapist’s soft fingers slid down his shaft.

“Warren!” Sandy yelled at him and with an apologetic smile, he pulled Dr. Clark’s hand away from his cock.

“Why does it bother you, Sandy?” The therapist exclaimed.

“Because it’s inappropriate,” Sandy said haughtily. Dr. Clark studied her for a moment then reached between Sandy’s legs. She pressed a long finger to the other woman’s slit and then gently rubbed it. Sandy said nothing, only stared at Dr. Clark in shock as she touched her. She looked into her eyes as her finger teased between her legs, then let out a soft moan as Dr. Clark’s finger found her clit and rubbed it gently, making Sandy moan again before pulling her hand away.

“That was also inappropriate, why did that not bother you?” Dr. Clark asked Sandy.

“Who…who said it didn’t bother me?” Sandy said in a rasped voice.

“So why didn’t you tell me to stop?” Dr. Clark asked but Sandy said nothing. “Warren, what about you? Did it bother you that I was touching your wife?” She asked.

“Um, I don’t know,” Warren said guiltily and Dr. Clark just grinned.

“It’s not the same thing,” Sandy finally said.

“Why not?” Dr. Clark asked.

“Because he’s a man,” Sandy said.

“So?” Dr. Clark asked, goading Sandy toward her epiphany.

“So…so it’s cheating!” Sandy called out and a satisfied grin spread across the therapist’s face.

“Thank you, Sandy. I think we’ve finally reached the heart of the matter,” Dr. Clark said and studied her patients as Sandy turned to look at Warren and blushed, a guilty look on her face. “Warren, it seems Sandy is worried that you cheated or will cheat on her. What do you have to say to that?” Dr. Clark asked.

“Sandy, that’s ridiculous. I would never. I love you,” Warren told his wife tenderly.

“Then why did you let Dr. Clark touch you?” Sandy asked accusingly.

“What was I supposed to do, push her back?” Warren asked defensively.

“Yes, exactly!” Sandy retorted and Warren let out an exasperated sigh.

“Sandy, hold on. Do you consider me touching Warren’s penis cheating?” The Dr. asked.

“Yes,” Sandy answered immediately.

“You can’t be serious?” Warren let out. “She’s, our therapist. What if I went to a doctor and she touched me as part of the checkup? Would you say I cheated on you with the doctor?” Warren asked and Sandy deflated somewhat.

“Warren, Sandy, I think you both need to establish what the other considers as cheating,” she said.

“I think it’s pretty simple what cheating is. Sex,” Warren stated clearly.

“What about if a woman gave you a blowjob, or a guy…went down on me, you wouldn’t consider that cheating?” Sandy asked.

“No, you’re right. That would also count as cheating,” Warren agreed. “But looking at someone naked, someone else looking at you naked, and even being touched while you’re naked isn’t,” Warren said.

“I agree about the looking but not about being touched. It depends on the situation. If a doctor is touching you then obviously it’s not but if a woman is jerking you off, you bet it’s cheating,” Sandy said. “Oh, and kissing too,” Sandy said.

“I guess I agree with that. So, sex, like full-on intercourse, blowjobs, handjobs, and kissing,” Warren summed up and Sandy nodded along.

“So, are you both in agreement?” Dr. Clark asked and the couple turned to her and nodded, almost forgetting they were naked if Warren’s cock wasn’t still mostly erect. “Good, so let me make sure I understand,” Dr. Clark said. She reached both hands to them, then grabbed Warren’s cock with one hand while placing the other on Sandy’s vulva. “So, this isn’t cheating?” She asked, feeling Warren’s shaft getting hard in her hand.

“I guess not,” Warren said unsure, and turned to look at his wife as she nodded nervously.

“But this is?” Dr. Clark asked, then started slowly stroking Warren’s shaft while rubbing Sandy’s pussy. They both stayed quiet, stifling little moans of pleasure as she continued to touch them, Warren’s cock now mostly hard while Sandy’s pussy was getting wet, then stopped with her hand still on their genitals. “And once again, this isn’t?” She asked and turned her eyes from one to the other as they exchanged confused looks, not knowing how to answer.

“I don’t know. Did we just cheat on each other?” Warren asked his wife confused.

“I don’t…I don’t know,” Sandy answered.

“Did it feel like you cheated on each other?” Dr. Clark asked, letting go of her patients, her eyes lingering on Warren’s nice hard shaft before moving away.

“No, not to me,” Warren said carefully.

“For me neither,” Sandy added shyly.

“That’s interesting. How do you explain it? Is it because it was mutual because I’m your therapist or maybe because it was out in the open and not hidden?” Dr. Clark asked.

“I’m not sure,” Sandy said and Warren shrugged along.

“Alright, so let’s explore this further,” Dr. Clark added. “We’ve established that you do not consider touching as cheating, is that correct?” She asked and when both Warren and Sandy nodded, she reached out and grabbed Warren’s cock again. “So, this isn’t cheating,” The doctor stated, and they both nodded nervously. “Now, I want you to stop me if you feel what I’m doing feels like cheating in any way to either one of you,” she said.

“Why, what are you going to do?” Sandy asked.

“Only things that you both agreed are not cheating,” Dr. Clark said then let go of Warren’s cock. She turned to Sandy, looked her in the eyes, then stood up. She took a seat on the sofa next to her, their naked bodies touching, then reached for her. She placed one hand on her bare shoulder, massaging it gently, and reached for her stomach with the other. She ran one hand from her shoulder down to her chest and caressed her stomach with the other. She slid her hands to Sandy’s firm tits, grabbed each one in her hand, and started squeezing them gently. She looked over at Warren, wondering if he’ll protest, but he just watched entranced as he fought the urge to touch his cock. She pinched Sandy’s nipple teasingly, making her moan but not object, then let go of her tits and slid her hands down her naked body, moving her fingers down her flat stomach and caressing her bush.

Their therapist slid her hands along her thighs, over to her knees and Sandy’s heartbeat quickened. Her breathing was labored, her mouth dry, and she watched the pretty naked doctor as she gently pulled her knees apart to expose more of her vagina. She slid her hand back up her bare legs, over her naked thighs, and gently placed her thumb on Sandy’s clit. “Stop,” Sandy said in a rasped voice, feeling guilt mixed with physical pleasure. “Dr. Clark please stop,” she said louder, and the therapist pulled her hands away.

“Did it start to feel like you were cheating on Warren?” the doctor asked, and Sandy nodded shamefully. “Warren, did you feel like Sandy was cheating on you?” She asked.

“No, not really,” Warren answered honestly.

“What if it was a man doing those things to her?” The therapist asked.

“It probably would have bothered me more, but I still wouldn’t consider it cheating,” Warren said and Dr. Clark nodded thoughtfully.

“Alright, I think you both now know what each of you considers cheating when it comes to Sandy, now let’s move on to you Warren,” Dr. Clark said and got to her feet. She stepped over to the other side of the sofa, then took a seat next to Warren, her bare skin touching his. She looked over at Sandy, then at Warren, and gently pressed her hands to his chest.

Dr. Clark put on a professional expression, but she was thrilled to finally get intimately acquainted with Warren and her pussy tingled at the thought. She started running her hands along Warren’s broad hairy chest, feeling his strong muscles under her, and the wetness grew between her legs. She looked over at Sandy who was watching her cautiously as she caressed her husband’s bare chest, then moved her hands down his body, along his hard abs, and looked up at his face.

“Alright so far?” Dr. Clark asked the couple, looking over at Sandy who nodded nervously then moved her gaze back to Warren who did the same, watching her nervously as she grinned and moved her hands down lower. She ran her fingers through his pubic hair, then slid her hand along the inside of his thigh. She stared at his nice big cock, quickly nearing a full erection from her intimate touch, then slid her hand up his thigh and grabbed the shaft, pausing as her pussy tingled. “Both still with me?” Dr. Clark asked as she held Warren’s hard cock in her hand, feeling it pulsing. She looked up at Warren who was staring at her while barely breathing, then looked over at Sandy whose eyes were glued to her husband’s shaft and the hand wrapped around her.

“I can’t say that it doesn’t bother me to watch you holding my husband’s penis, but I don’t consider it cheating,” Sandy managed to say weakly and the therapist nodded. Dr. Clark couldn’t resist giving Warren’s hard cock a little squeeze as she held it and she felt his body react to it, but he managed to stay quiet, and she let off his dick and got to her feet.

Dr. Clark looked down at Warren’s cock, then turned her gaze to Sandy before turning back to look at Warren. She noticed the way he was looking at her as she stood in front of him, his eyes running down her nude body, taking in the sight of her full round breasts, her flat toned stomach, the curve of her hip, her smooth pussy, and her long legs. Her pussy tingled as she stood on display for him, letting him ogle her body briefly, then she moved closer, sliding her right leg between his legs as she lifted her left leg and placed her folded knee onto the sofa next to him, straddling his leg. She grabbed his cock once again, feeling it twitch in her hand, then pulled her leg closer and pressed the head of his cock against her inner thigh just below her knee and only a few inches away from her exposed vulva.

“Again, we’re only touching. According to your mutual agreement you don’t consider this cheating,” Dr. Clark said and raised her gaze to Warren. His hard cock was smooth and warm on her skin and the poor man looked torn between pushing her away and pulling her naked body closer. “But it’s alright if you don’t think so anymore?” She added and turned to Sandy. The woman looked like she was going to explode but she said nothing and so Dr. Clark turned back to Warren and started slowly sliding his cock up her thigh, brushing the engorged head along her tender skin.

Warren’s body burned with arousal as their hot naked therapist pulled his rock-hard cock higher up her naked thigh, closer to her enticing pink lips. He was flushed, breathing heavily, and watched paralyzed as she moved his cock closer and closer between her legs until she reached her crotch. She paused for a moment, again looking at Sandy, then pulled the shaft higher and pressed the head to her moist pussy lips, sending a shivering sensation down her spine.

“Dr. Clark! I think that’s enough,” Sandy shrieked and their therapist pulled the cock away from her pussy, just enough so they weren’t touching anymore. “Warren, that is definitely cheating!” Sandy accused him.

“I thought we agreed that just touching isn’t cheating,” Warren said defensively.

“How is pressing your dick against another woman’s vagina not cheating?” Sandy asked exasperated.

“Because it’s just touching, not inside,” Warren said.

“That’s bullshit!” Sandy spat at him. “Have you ever done that with another woman? Ever just touched, her vagina with your dick?” Sandy asked while using air quotes.

“No, of course not,” Warren retorted. “These are all just hypotheticals. Until today I’ve never even had another woman see me naked since we got married,” Warren said and Sandy seemed to relax just a little bit.

“Still, you really don’t consider it cheating?” She asked her husband.

“I don’t know. It’s not something I would do with another woman but there are a lot of things I wouldn’t do with other women, and I don’t consider them cheating,” Warren said and Sandy relaxed even more.

“Warren, Sandy, remember that it doesn’t matter what each of you considers cheating. What matters is what you both together consider cheating. Doing something the other considers cheating while you know they see it as such, even if you don’t, is still cheating. That’s why this exercise is so important.” Dr. Clark said still holding Warren’s hard cock away from her pussy. She noted husband and wife exchange a studying look, then slowly climbed off Warren, and let go of his shaft. “Sandy, I want you to try to do with Warren exactly what I just did. Climb onto his lap and press his penis to your vagina,” the doctor said, and Sandy looked at her skeptically.

“Why?” Sandy asked unsurely.

“Because I want you to feel what it’s like from the woman’s position,” Dr. Clark said and Sandy nodded.

Dr. Clark watched as her naked patient rose to her feet and turned to her husband. She watched as she nervously climbed onto his lap, straddling him with her knees on the sofa on both sides of him, then watched as she timidly grabbed his hard cock and pressed it to her trimmed bush before sliding it down and holding it to her sexy lips. She held it there for a few moments, looking her husband in the eyes, then pulled it away.

“Sandy, don’t pull away. Keep it pressed to you,” Dr. Clark said in her soothing voice and Sandy pressed her husband’s cock back to her pussy.

“For how long?” Sandy asked after a few long seconds.

“How does it feel?” Dr. Clark asked.

“It was kind of hot at first but now it feels awkward,” Sandy admitted.

“Different from what you thought it would feel?” Dr. Clark asked and Sandy nodded. “Interesting, isn’t it? How things can feel so different when you experience them instead of watching from the side. Thank you, Sandy, you can get up,” Dr. Clark said and her patient quickly climbed off her husband and moved next to him. “What would happen if I did that again with Warren, would you perceive it differently now?” Dr. Clark asked.

“Yes, probably,” Sandy admitted softly, and Dr. Clark nodded and moved back into position. She climbed onto Warren’s lap, this time straddling him as his wife had then grabbed his penis and gently pressed it to her vagina as Warren let out a little gasp.

“Does it still feel like cheating?” Dr. Clark asked, looking from Warren to Sandy as she held his cock tightly pressed to her pussy lips.

“No, I guess not,” Sandy admitted.

“Surprising, isn’t it?” Dr. Clark asked with a thoughtful little grin. She raised herself higher on top of Warren, stretching her hot curvy frame, then pulled the tip of Warren’s cock down. She slid it along her slit, brushing her glistening lips until the tip of his cock was touching the entrance to her intimate hole. “How about now?” Dr. Clark asked as Sandy looked at her wide-eyed, about to object. “It’s still just touching, only slightly lower,” she added quickly and Sandy bit down whatever she was about to say.

“Dr. Clark, I don’t…I think you should stop,” Warren said painstakingly. The tip of his cock was nestled to the opening of her pussy, and he could feel its warm wetness. He wanted it, wanted it bad, but another inch would undeniably be cheating on his wife.

“Do you feel you’re cheating on Sandy right now?” The therapist asked.

“Well, yes, or almost. We’re almost having sex,” Warren said nervously.

“Almost? And a moment ago we weren’t?” Dr. Clark asked and saw the confusion on Warren’s face. He was right there, his hard cock already aligned with her pussy and ready to breach it and she wanted it inside her so badly. “Warren, let me ask you a question. Are we having sex now?” The therapist asked.

“Well, no,” Warren said, exchanging a glance with his wife.

“But if we were having sex that would be cheating, right?” Dr. Clark asked and he nodded. “And what would you consider as sex?” She asked.

“If…if I was inside of you,” Warren answered in a ragged voice.

“How deep inside of me?” Dr. Clark asked. “An inch? Half an inch? Three inches? All of it?” Dr. Clark asked but Warren didn’t know what to say. Dr. Clark pushed down just a little, slipping just the tip of Warren’s cock into her slick cunt, and he let out a surprised moan. “Is that enough? Are we having sex?” Dr. Clark asked.

“Warren!” Sandy called out and her husband’s eyes turned to hers and gave her a helpless look as Dr. Clark pushed down more and took the head of his cock inside her wet tight pussy, making him moan again.

“What about now?” Dr. Clark asked, biting her lower lip, and stifled a moan at the pleasure of her patient’s thick cock head between her tight lips. “Are we having sex yet?” She asked, looking over at Sandy, and found her staring at her husband’s cock lodged between Dr. Clark’s legs.

“Dr. Clark!” Sandy called out, then Dr. Madlyn Clark turned her gaze back to Warren and slid her pussy down her big hard cock, taking him all the way inside her as they both moaned with unignorable sexual pleasure.

The room turned quiet as husband and wife stared in shock while their naked therapist sat on Warren’s lap with his hard cock filling her wet pussy. Sandy stared at the naked doctor and Warren just sat there frozen, not knowing what to do or say as the doctor’s amazing pussy engulfed his hard cock.

“Ugh god!” Madlyn moaned as Warren’s thick hard cock stretched her wet tight pussy. She had fantasized about feeling him inside her ever since their first session, and now that it happened, it felt even better than she imagined. She looked into Warren’s dark eyes, seeing the mixture of guilt and helpless pleasure in them, then placed her hands on his pecks and slowly pulled herself up, sliding her wet snatch up along his cock before slowly sliding it back down. “Oh fuck!” Madlyn moaned, closing her eyes briefly. “I’m sorry but it just feels so good,” she mewled, looking into Warren’s eyes as she slid her pussy up and down his rock-hard shaft again.  “I think it’s safe to say we are having sex now,” Madlyn said without any amusement, moaning again as she took Warren inside her, then turned to Sandy. “Does it feel as bad as you thought?” Madlyn asked and Sandy just stared at her blankly.

“Huh?” Sandy let out after a few moments of confusion.

“Having Warren cheat on you. Seeing him doing it. Does it feel as terrible as you thought it would?” Madlyn asked then continued riding Warren’s hard cock. She let out another moan as her slick pussy engulfed his cock and smirked when Warren couldn’t help himself and let out a guttural grunt.

“I don’t…I’m not…” Sandy started mumbling as she turned to look away.

“No, Sandy, don’t look away,” Madlyn said as she rode Warren’s hard cock. “I want you to look. I want you to watch me riding your husband’s cock and tell me how it makes you feel,” Madlyn said and Sandy turned to look apprehensively, her lips quivering. “That’s it, watch us. Watch how I’m riding your husband’s cock, watch how my pussy is sliding up and down his shaft, how I take him deep inside me,” Madlyn said, and as Sandy’s eyes moved between her legs, she lifted herself off Warren until only the tip of his dick remained inside her, then moaned as she slowly took him inside her.

“Ugh god!” Warren moaned, the pleasure of Madlyn’s pussy feeling incredible, and the sight of her naked body on top of his turning him on so much.

Sandy watched with confusion and anger as their gorgeous therapists had sex with her husband. She watched her amazing naked body on top of his, and though she wanted to turn away again, there was something so hypnotizing about the sight that she found herself staring. Her husband was audible moaning by now, his eyes roaming all over the doctor’s body, and Sandy watched the way his thick shaft stretched Madlyn’s tight pink pussy and couldn’t help but get turned on herself, feeling her pussy getting wet as well.

“Mmm god!” Madlyn moaned as she continued to ride Warren while Sandy watched silently. She turned her gaze to Warren, noting his eyes staring at her impressive rack, then he turned his eyes to meet hers and blushed as he bit his lip in pleasure. Madlyn smiled coyly at him, letting out enticing little moans, then leaned in. “Suck on my tits!” Madlyn whispered in his ear, then pulled back and watched his eyes go wide. She smiled at him, and Warren nodded, then a moment later he leaned forward and grabbed her tits, guiding his mouth to an erect nipple and Madlyn called out in pleasure, all this as his wife watched.

“Oh my god Warren, stop!” Sandy called out just as the orgasm hit Madlyn. She watched her husband eagerly sucking on Madlyn’s tits and saw the gorgeous therapist’s eyes close and the unmistakable tremble of an orgasm flow through her. Warren was shaken by this and quickly pulled away, but Madlyn managed to slide her pussy up and down his hard shat a final time before she froze in blissful pleasure.

Madlyn bit her tongue, shutting her eyes tightly, but the sounds of her pleasure still managed to escape her clothed mouth. The pleasure of her climax surged through her, making her body shudder and as much as she wanted to continue and let it grow, she realized it had gone too far. She stopped riding him, sat on his lap with his big hard cock still inside her, and opened her eyes as the divine pleasure faded. She looked into Warren’s eyes, then over at Sandy, who looked hurt, then, despite wanting to continue badly, she lifted her gooey pussy off his hard cock and took a seat on the sofa next to him.

Madlyn was breathing heavily, her heart pounding with excitement and pleasure, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. She looked over at Warren’s rock-hard cock, throbbing as it glistened with her juices, then turned to look at Sandy. “Sandy, I’m very sorry. I…I got a little carried away. That must have been difficult for you, but I believe that the thought of having Warren cheat on you in your head was much worse than how it will be. How do you feel now?” Madlyn asked.

“Oh god! I feel…I feel disgusted, and…and…violated,” Sandy spat.

“I’m sorry about that. How do you feel about your relationship after it? Did it make you want to end it?” Madlyn asked casually.

“What?” Warren burst out.

“What? No, of course not!” Sandy immediately said. “Why would you think that?” she added.

“Because he cheated on you,” Madlyn said.

“But you made him do it,” Sandy said accusingly.

“And what if another woman makes him do it?” Madlyn asked and watched as Sandy opened her mouth to say something then closed it and blushed. “You see my point?” Madlyn asked. “Before this session, if I would have asked you if you’d divorce Warren if he ever cheated on you, you’d have said yes, but now there is no speculation, you actually witnessed him cheat on you, yet you don’t plan on ending your relationship. Is that because the actual act isn’t as bad as you’d imagined it?” Madlyn asked and paused for it to sink in. “Not that I’m condemning either one of you cheating on the other mind you, but I do think that now even the remote possibility of it happening won’t bother you as much,” Madlyn said and watched as husband and wife exchanged a loving looking.

“I’m sorry,” Warren said sincerely as he looked at his hot naked wife.

“You damn well should be, but I’m sorry too,” Sandy said, then pulled herself closer and hugged her husband.

Madlyn watched with a sly smile as her patients hugged lovingly. They exchanged an intimate kiss, then pulled away from each other and she knew that their relationship would only get better from now on. “Alright, now I want the two of you to have sex as well,” Madlyn said and they both turned to her.

“What, why?” Sandy asked.

“You know how after someone is in a car accident, they say he needs to drive again right away or else he’ll be afraid to? The same goes for this. The hardest part after a partner had sex with someone else, especially if you saw it happen is to be intimate again and the sooner you do it the easier it will be,” Madlyn explained. “Also, I think Warren is in distress a little,” Madlyn said and smiled naughtily as she glanced down at his still very erect cock. “Just ignore that I’m here and go for it,” Madlyn said, getting to her feet, then she stepped away and moved back over to her couch. She was still naked and very much aroused, and she took a seat and curiously watched her two patients.

Sandy’s gaze followed Madlyn as she stepped over to her couch, her sexy ass swaying, then she turned around and faced her husband. He was looking straight at her, completely ignoring Madlyn, and Sandy was grateful for it. She placed her hands on her husband’s chest, leaning in for another kiss, then moved down. She kissed his chest, lightly pressing her lips to his sweaty skin, then slid her hands down his naked body until she found his hard cock. She grabbed it, listening to Warren gasp as she squeezed it, then she moved back on the sofa, got on her knees, and leaned down over her husband’s cock.

“Oh, god babe!” Warren moaned as he watched his wife take his hard cock, still wet from Madlyn’s pussy, into her mouth. She took the head in first, sliding her delicate fingers down his shaft, then slid her lips down his shaft as she took him deeper inside her warm mouth. He watched her as she started blowing him, a rare treat for the past couple of years, then he reached with his hand behind her and started playing with her pussy.

Sandy moaned around Warren’s cock as her husband started touching and playing with her wet pussy and took his cock deeper into her mouth. She could taste Madlyn on him, could taste their therapist’s pussy on her husband’s cock, but to her surprise she found it hot, enjoying tasting her on his cock, and sucked his shaft eagerly to taste more. She started bobbing her head up and down her husband’s shaft, making him groan in delight, then she too let out a surprised moan with her mouth full of cock as her husband slipped a finger into her wet hole and started fingering her pussy.

“Oh god!” Sandy moaned as her husband fingered her twat, then slurped his cock back into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily, knowing their therapist was watching, then pulled it back out, releasing it, and quickly pressed her lips to her husband’s for a long hot kiss. She kept holding his cock, stroking it as she shoved his tongue into his mouth, then let go. She reached between her legs, giving her wet pussy a quick rub, then proceeded to climb onto her husband’s lap.

Madlyn relaxed on the couch, slouched, and watched Sandy climb Warren. She spread her legs, reached a hand between her legs, and started gently rubbing her clit with her fingertips as she watched Sandy guide her pussy to Warren’s big thick cock, and take it inside her. Sandy moaned, as did Warren, and Madlyn just let out a silent gasp as she watched Warren’s dick stretch his wife’s little pussy as it penetrated her.

“Oh, god babe!” Warren moaned as his wife slid her wet pussy down his hard shaft. He looked at her, at the pleasure covering her face as she took him inside her, then wrapped his hands around her and moaned as she slid her lips up. He ran his hands down his wife’s bare back as she started to ride him, her tits bouncing gently as she slid her cunt up and down his hard cock. He caressed her back, sliding his hands lower, then grabbed her ass and squeezed it, making Sandy call out in pleasure.

Madlyn mouthed a silent curse of delight and spread her legs wider as she continued rubbing her clit. She watched Warren grab his wife’s ass, watched him squeeze it as her pussy slid up and down his shaft, then watched as he spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her puckered pink ass hole, and Madlyn immediately pushed her finger into her wanting cunt. She took it in deep, feeling her warm juices coat her finger, then started quickly fingering her horny twat as she watched Sandy continue to ride her husband to her growing moans.

Warren looked into his wife’s eyes as she rode his hard cock, sliding her wet pussy up and down his shaft. He listened to her moan at the pleasure of him entering her, and as she slid down on top of him he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply.

Husband and wife moaned into each other’s mouth as they made love in their therapist’s office with her watching, their tongues entangled in lustful bliss as Sandy continued to slide her lithe frame up and down her husband’s dick. Their kiss lingered for a little while longer, then they pulled back and Warren moaned louder as his wife began riding him faster.

Madlyn continued to watch entranced as Warren and Sandy fucked on the couch in front of her. She pulled her fingers out of her wet cunt and moved them to her mouth then slid a finger into her mouth, and indulged in her sexual flavor. She watched Warren’s cock slide in and out of his wife’s pussy as she licked her juices in delight, then she moved her hand back between her legs, still watching the couple, and began rubbing her clit as she whimpered silently.

“Ugh yes, baby!” Warren moaned as his wife started fucking him even harder, pounding her pussy down on his cock. She continued, slamming her tight little twat down on him, and Warren groaned louder. He looked into her eyes, sexual frenzy blatant in them then slid his arms up her back and pulled her to him. He pressed her naked body to him, and as he did, he could see Madlyn behind Sandy, playing with herself while watching.

Madlyn and Warren froze as their eyes met. Madlyn was sitting back with her legs spread wide and her middle finger on her clit, and Warren was pressed tightly against his wife with his hard cock visible as it slid in and out of her tight twat. They locked eyes, bodies frozen, then Madlyn resumed rubbing her clit, and Warren’s eyes drifted down to her perfect pussy.

A naughty grin covered Madlyn’s pretty face as she continued to rub her pussy for Warren’s eyes. She threw her head back, moaning softly, then bit her lower lip and looked straight at Warren as she proceeded to slide her free finger into her wet pussy. She played with her pussy to his gaze, rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt, feeling the pleasure rise, until she felt her climax coming. She looked straight into Warren’s eyes, looked at Sandy riding him, then closed her eyes and let out an audible moan as her orgasm took her and her naked body started to shiver in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck!” Warren moaned, his excitement skyrocketing, and let out a loud groan as he watched Madlyn cum. Her face contorted with pleasure, her expression in itself enough to make a guy cum, and as her body began shaking it was just too much. “Oh my god!” Warren called out, his body alive with pleasure, and a moment later he started cumming.

Warren’s rock-hard cock throbbed inside his wife’s wet tight pussy and he shot a load so big Sandy’s eyes opened wide and she let out a surprised yelp. “Oh my god, Warren!” She moaned into her husband’s ear and moaned again as another huge load of warm thick cum followed, filling her, then another.

Madlyn opened her eyes, in the throes of her orgasm, and saw Warren cumming inside his wife. She began rubbing her clit harder, intensifying her climax, and watched with intense arousal as his cock throbbed inside his wife. She watched it spasm and twitch, then looked as Sandy pushed herself all the way down on top of him and stopped moving. She looked at Warren as he moaned, his eyes still on her, and she let out another moan as she surrendered her body to her orgasm.

The room turned quiet as the moans of pleasure faded away and everyone went still. Madlyn slouched back on her couch, her legs still spread, and breathed deeply while Sandy sat motionless on top of her husband as his cock went soft inside her. They held each other, neither one saying a word, until Sandy pulled herself back, looked into her husband’s eyes, then kissed him briefly before climbing off. Streams of cum immediately started flowing out of her pussy, onto her husband’s cock, legs, and the sofa before she put her hand to try and stop it but there was so much cum it continued to leak out of her pussy and onto the sofa.

“Sorry,” Sandy said embarrassed as she turned to Madlyn, but Madlyn handed her a box of tissues and gave her an understanding nod, watching as she tried to wipe Warren’s cum away from the sofa, her hands, and her pussy.

It was an awkward few minutes after that as they all dressed in silence. Warren and Sandy tried wiping off all the cum and by the time they finished as best they could, Madlyn was already dressed and standing, watching the naked couple as they awkwardly grabbed their clothes and started getting dressed. When they were finally all dressed Warren and Sandy got up and looked questioningly at Madlyn, not knowing what to say but she just smiled at them soothingly.

“I hope you two are okay, but I think we made great progress today,” Madlyn said and watched them exchange an unsure look. Madlyn smiled at them, trying to put them at ease, then turned around and reached for her notebook. “So?” she said as she turned back around to them, “same time next week?”