Cheryl's Desires Result in Happiness: Chapter 1
Kennith gently shifted his body off Cheryl, wife and best friend, as she gazed at the bright lights coming through the ceiling. Her vibrant emerald eyes traced the shimmering whites above the paler blue paintwork on ceiling. The recurring sight of light patterns made her recall the attraction that used to bring them closer after sex. With their hushed brown eyes exchanged, arms would embrace, and lips sealing the love that held them together. Raising their family, two children away from home, triggered thoughts about reigniting the passion from before.
"Sorry, Cheryl, I'm just exhausted. The new account at work has me overwhelmed," Kennith said, stretching his arm towards her hand.
Cheryl recognized the familiarity of those words yet seldom heard them. Fewer episodes of passion lingering between them left her wanting more from the man she had loved since they met those many years ago. Though Kennith had always been a dedicated father and dedicated husband, their private encounters lacked the intense intimacy from years gone by.
"I know it's not that Kenneth," Cheryl said, gently shifting her weight to position herself over him, "Please, speak to Dr. Greenberg like I did with my friend Diane. Their sex lives like theirs had greatly improved with his help."
Kennith gazed off to the side, sighing.
"I can't let this affect our whole life, can we?" Cheryl giggled, moving in closer, hooking her leg and wrapping it around him.
She brought their lips together again, locking their tongues as Kennith sighed deeply, all too aware of the situation and the fault he knew he was incapable of mending.
Razor-sharp memories revived Kennith like a scroll of his youth. The tall, well-groomed, 54-year-old married man, baring his scruffy dark hair with flecks of grey surfaced. His former days as a passionate quarterback at college still graced his focuses and preserved his muscular build. Recent doctor's visits found no issues with his physique that could interrupt his duties in her bed.
Full of curiosity, Kennith sat waiting for the doctor, wandering through the various thoughts in his head. He glanced over to a young woman, smooth brown hair falling past her shoulders and silky skin in a white blouse who leaned at the desk waiting for his name to surface. Their eyes met. Her eyes - a deep brown radiance - captured his senses, bringing his focus to her slender legs.
"Kenneth Davison may I see you now?" He heard her call behind the firm grasp of the office door.
Kennith nervously focused on the secretary's smooth skin as her pretty, bold gaze took his. His eyes needed a purpose to be drawn in now, so he found it.
"Sorry, actually, I shouldn't be gazing over other women's..." Kennith said.
"It's natural to find beauty in someone nursing an attraction is relatable," the woman, whom Kennith now knows as "Secretary Patricia," played coyly. "But it's not unwelcome, Kenneth. I'm not too bothered by seeing an attractive older gentleman."
Lost in his wonder, his gaze returned to the 30-something doctor dressed in a tight, blue mid-thigh-long dress. As her soft feet clicked back, he let his eyes scan her smooth bare legs pressed against the dark fishnets.
"We can all use a bit of excitement every now and then. Trust me," the sassy doctor whispered as she shook his hand. "I'm Dr. Greenberg. Let's get started."
Kennith found almost instant relief as Dr. Greenberg's words ceased his concerns and his fidgeting, while the straps of her dress tugged against her shoulderblades, beckoning his attention. Closing the distance, the sensuous doctor extended an eye-catching stretch.
"I'll be completely professional while trying to help you," she said while flashing him a warm, appreciative smile. Ironic how her actions disarmed his insecurities.
"Ms. Patricia," Kennith called over his shoulder.
Secretary Patricia blushed deeply while adjusting her gaze to the floor and closed the open door for her comfort.
Incredulous, Kennith indulged in the presence of the sexy doctor before waving her over, noticing her pressed thighs, polished slivery legs, and stunning eyes. Unable to focus, he followed the curve of her legs back to her backside that met the hips framed in dark dramatic blue and folded tightly around his waist.
Hey dude, take it easy and just unwind. I'm a bit different from other docs when it comes to my methods, I told him as I sat in a comfy, burgundy-colored recliner nearby.
Kennith eased back, keeping his head slightly raised, and fixed his gaze on the doctor on his right. He couldn't help but stare at her black pumps and fishnets, reminding him of the legs in the lobby.
"You dig women's legs, Mr. Davison? Or can I call you Kennith if that's okay?" she inquired.
Kennith replied, "Kennith is cool."
"So back to my first question, do you fancy my leg game?" she said with a smirk.
He looked up at her and replied, "Definitely. I've always been drawn to great legs."
"I'm just trying to see if my pins rival Patricia's," she said falteringly.
Kennith was perplexed, "Uh, what's the deal here?"
She leaned in and spoke, "Hey Kennith, you answered a survey and made a profile online. I'm now assessing you in person. We'll be going over all things sex-related for you and your wife. It's super-confidential, so what about my legs, are they hotter because of my stockings?"
Kennith returned her gaze and said, "Yeah, your legs look sexier because of your stockings."
She rose from her seat, peeled up her dress, and asked, "Check these legs out, Kennith. Are they total firestarter?"
Kennith stared and responded, "Hell yeah, your legs are hot, doc."
She lowered her dress and sat down again, "Question for you: When's the last time you made your wife feel sexy or told her something sexy?"
Kennith was shaken, "I don't remember. I've never..." his voice trailed off.
"No biggie, my man. Lots of guys are doing this. Super common. They get consumed by their environment and take their spouses for granted. Stop stressin'!"
Kennith turned to her, "But...how do I start telling her I find her sexy now without seeming fake since I've never done it?"
She pivoted and joined him on the couch. She snuggled up against him, took his hand, and said, "Picture my legs as yours wife's legs. Let's start there."
He looked down, "Cheryl, your legs are still sexy."
"Lemme see you in action, Kennith. Get on your knees," she demanded while on the sofa and sitting right next to him.
Kennith complied and knelt in front of her. She had a stern expression on her face and spread her legs. Kennith's gaze shifted up from her legs to her face.
"Alright, pull my stockings off and imagine this is your wife, bro. Don't freak out, just think of Cheryl in your mind." She instructed as he grabbed her right foot.
"Cheryl, your sexy stockings are hugging what I'll always find hella sexy – your legs. I'll never forget how I felt the first time I saw you with your legs spread," he said, removing her shoe.
He took off her right stocking and then the other one.
"Kennith, please stand up," she asked solemnly.
Kennith rose, and she inspected his crotch curiously. Then she gently grabbed him and unzipped his pants.
"Kennith, tell me like you would Cheryl that you long to slide your hard-on into me and screw me. Tell her how much you want to penetrate deep inside her and claim her as yours," she instructed.
Kennith froze, unsure of where to go with this, but she kept going as she pulled his jeans open.
"I can't, this feels like cheating on my wife with you touching me," he muttered, lacking conviction.
Her hand lingered near his erection and she said, "Kennith, the mind controls desire and you gotta be open with Cheryl. Speak slow and gentle when you first start talking to her."
Kennith hesitated before yanking her hand away, "I can't do this. I feel like I'm cheating with you acting so amorous." [Word count: 460]
"Do you truly have sexual feelings toward Cheryl, or has something changed?" the doctor asked unexpectedly. "Your wife discussed the forms with me and even spoke to me before our initial meeting. She knew I'd be engaging in sexual activities with you, but intercourse was never an option."
"Is there something preventing you from trying new things with the mother of your children?" the doctor enquired.
"F*ck you!" Kennith spat back.
"This seems to be a sensitive topic. Cheryl is desperate for something different, but you're struggling with it, am I right?" the doctor asked, gazing into Kennith's eyes.
Kennith sank into his chair, realizing the doctor was correct. He was content with what society considered regular sex. Cheryl, after reading numerous books and even going online, had asked a few times to spice up their intimacy since their children had left home.
"How can you tie your wife up and not feel like a rapist while having sex with her?" Kennith abruptly exclaimed. "She's into all that perverted* stuff. What's wrong with her?" he inquired, looking up at the doctor.
"Kennith, we'll have to work on your perspective. Cheryl is a perfectly normal person, and she's even more so because she wants to experience these things with you. Consider this: she could've cheated on you with someone else due to temptation, but it's you she wants to excite. Kennith, if you let me, I can help make her sexual dreams come true." The doctor finished speaking and took a seat next to Kennith.
Kennith raised his gaze and smiled. "Doc, I've never considered Cheryl's desires outside of my own preferences. I've been too blinded by my own view of what a healthy sex life should be. I'm prepared to let you do whatever it takes to make her sexual dreams a reality," he said.
"I'm so proud of you and your love for her. Trust me, when you next visit, Cheryl will respond sexually like never before. In fact, she'll likely respond in a way she never has during sex, or even while being 'f*cked' by you," the doctor concluded as their session came to an end.
* Perverted was in the original text and I have preserved it for this paraphrase.
Read also:
- Yes, Darling
- Silent in Awe
- Creating New Life Through Words
- Chapter 7: Missing Spouse in the Andean Region
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