Happily married and faithful for 20 years, Tania was plagued by a forbidden desire. A chance meeting with the charming Doctor Love was one of many temptations. Two years later she has her first appointment seeking his help. The discreet and convenient service of the Practice finally overcame the ethical barrier, satisfying an intimate and consuming need. Sometimes good girls need naughty fun as long as nobody gets hurt.
It feels a little naughty being so excited about my doctor. He's handsome for an older man, maybe 15 years and quite charming. Immaculately groomed and dressed, Doctor Love looks quite fit and toned under his lovely three-piece suit. I'm feeling so comfortable with him and never been so relaxed at a doctor's appointment. I felt relieved and excited discussing my intimate secret as I sat opposite him in his suite, melting into the luxurious couch. I was also enjoying his gorgeous smile and a trickle of arousal.
'I recommend some sexual therapy sessions. It will help,' he suggested without the slightest hint of anything inappropriate.
Doctor Love's proposal caught me off guard. I searched his warm sensual eyes looking for a rational explanation. 'You want to have sex with me?' I calmly clarified, an eyebrow curiously raised.
Not that the thought hadn't often entertained my mind since the first time we met. 'It's sexual therapy. You can cease it whenever you like,' he explained, his soft and confident tone making it sound so plausible.
I gazed around the suite stealing some time contemplating the situation. It was wrong yet right for so many reasons. Why did my doctor have to be so damn attractive? I'm married but was it really cheating if it's sexual therapy? It was shamelessly immoral and illicit but that was part of the attraction. When was I going to get another opportunity? I knew attending the Practice would be convenient and discreet. My moral dilemma was suddenly becoming a blur as my pussy throbbed and my gaze returned to those warm sensual eyes.
Ethical considerations were cast aside and I went with what my body desired. 'Okay. There's just two things I'd like,' sounding remarkably composed.
His heart-melting smile left me feeling light-headed. 'Yes . . .?' Doctor Love encouraged.
I arched my back and stretched as a warm tingling sensation rippled down my spine. 'Can we have the sexual therapy now?' I smiled, combing my fingers through my shoulder-length black curly hair.
The trickle of arousal was becoming a flood. My heart began to race in anticipation of something I'd fantasied about but never imagined I'd ever do. Taboo thoughts of straying with another man had haunted me for most of my 20-year marriage. It was more of a tormenting, festering urge I couldn't scratch that I'd endured for far too long. I was desperate to satisfy a burning need, and possibly my marriage. I love Graham and don't want him or the kids to get hurt. The Practice and the charming Doctor Love seemed the perfect answer.
The slow soft smile that filled his face was the confirmation I'd hoped for. 'I don't have another appointment until this evening.'
I could imagine him charming his way into any Guest's panties. 'Another satisfied Guest?' I teasingly grinned, displaying a suppressed wicked side of me.
'There was something else?' He simply replied, his professional demeaner making me smile.
'I was a good girl when I married and been faithful since, Doctor Love. But even good girls need some very . . . naughty fun,' I said in a sultry voice, then moistening my lips as I felt my nipples tightening.
Doctor Love paused and I felt the heat of his gaze over my body, taking in every feminine curve. 'I'm sure you'll find the therapy very . . . beneficial,' he finally replied.
I smiled to myself recalling the previous time we met. It was about two years ago in my store, Memory Lane on Queens Parade. How could I forget? His charm and handsome looks fuelled another temptation to be unfaithful. I didn't. I never have. There could have been opportunities. I've noticed how men look at me. I saw that look in Doctor Love's eyes that day. I'm still an attractive woman at 45 with my Latina complexion, naturally black curly hair and shapely figure. I just couldn't do it. Too much was at stake.
Doctor Love and his new Practice manager, Maddisyn, were restoring a double story terrace building in the exclusive Park Crescent area. It was going to be a boutique medical centre for women who were known as Guests. They purchased quite a lot of period furniture, fittings and furnishings. It sounded so lovely and I'd often driven passed the building. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I'd be attending the Practice for my wicked craving for infidelity. It was exciting see inside the Practice and how wonderful their purchases looked.
Doctor Love extended his hand and the expectation of what was unfolding set every nerve end alight. 'Shale we move through to the bedroom?' His lips curling into a gorgeous, sensual smile.
'A bedroom?' I softly laughed, taking his hand. I shouldn't have been surprised, the Practice providing one surprise after another.
Doctor Love's suite is lovely but not where I imagined we'd have sex. The room has high ornate ceilings with decorative cornices that are throughout the building. The chandelier suspended from a rosette is gorgeous. A white marble fireplace with a mirror above is flanked on either side by matching couches with soft cushions I recognised from my store. There's also the lovely table lamps he purchased that added to the intimate atmosphere. The antique desk was the most expensive purchase and looked wonderful in the suite.
We walked through a lovely decorative archway and entered the bedroom. 'What a gorgeous room,' I gasped wide-eyed, a throbbing wet heat between my legs and nipples pushing into my bra.
We moved in front of an ornate marble fireplace with a large mirror that I recognised suspended above. I tingled with goose bumps as soon as Doctor Love's warm hand found the middle of my back. My eyes roamed the exquisitely furnished room. A magnificent king-sized bed and its luxurious bedspread attracting most of my attention with the images of what Guests were enjoying filling my mind. The matching bedside lamps Maddisyn particularly liked suited the intimate décor wonderfully.
'There's an ensuite through here,' Doctor Love smiled, left feeling bereft at the loss of his touch when he indicated a door off the bedroom.
I moved towards the bed and trailed my fingers over the sumptuous bedspread before turning to meet his gaze. 'Just give me a few minutes to get ready,' I smiled, trying to keep the longing out of my voice.
The ensuite is just as stunning. I found a roll-top bath and double shower with the antique brass fittings from my store. The white period dressing table with a large mirror was another purchase. Obviously with a Guest's needs in mind, I was amazed at the assortment of cosmetics provided. Pretty lace curtains are at the window and the fragrance of fresh flowers was lovely. I slipped out of my clothing and put on a white cotton bath robe that felt luxurious against my dark olive skin.
