My Favorite Client

“You’re so messed up,” Kat scolded me when I told her that I had fooled around with Nate. “That is not what the therapist’s couch is for. But of course, you’ve decided not to be his therapist any more, right?”

I started to twirl a lock of hair around my finger, a nervous habit that she spotted off the bat. “Oh god, you’re still his therapist.”

“It’s not that easy to leave. It would be like dumping him, which could set his therapy back by months. This is actually working.”

“In what universe?” 

So I proceeded to tell her about the events of the day before, starting with what happened after my blouse inexplicably dropped to the floor.

I had to admit that I half-way expected Nate to be rather mediocre in bed. Yes, he’s amazingly attractive, but I couldn’t simply forget the fact that he was seeking therapy because his wife wouldn’t have sex with him. Call me naive, but I just thought that if you’re married to someone and the sex is good, then you would jump them every moment you’re alone.

I soon learned that the lack of sex going on in Nate’s home had nothing to do with his prowess. And so I continued to lie to myself -- willing myself to believe that these depraved acts with my client were giving me insight into his problems. Sexually proficient. Check. Yay me, I could now successfully cross that one off my list of questions.

At first his moves were tentative, but that only added to my desire. His touch wasn’t demanding like Adam’s; it was soft and slow, making me hot beyond my wildest dreams and craving that we take our relationship to a decidedly more personal level.

“Tell me how you like to be touched,” he whispered in my ear as he ran his hand along the inside of my thigh, touching the front of my panties and then daring to move the thin, lacy fabric aside when he felt me getting wet. He teased me by skimming his hand lightly over my pussy. God how I wanted him to move his hand inside me. 

My breath was rapid, but he was totally in control of himself. His mouth delivered light kisses down my neck as his hand moved gently over me with feather-like touches. This was going on too long. I asked him, rather I begged him to touch me there because I couldn’t stand it any longer.  

And when he obliged my request, he did so with deft expertise, moving his finger slowly inside me and then crooking the tip of it so that it massaged my g-spot making me cum immediately. 

“Oh my. I totally didn’t expect that,” I said breathlessly afterwards.

“You didn’t think I was capable?”

“That’s not what I meant. It just happened so fast.”

He kissed me sweetly. “Wait ‘til I’m inside you. You’ll be happy to know that I don’t suffer from that affliction.” 

Is there any doubt that he’s my favorite client? 

Intervention Intention

When I returned home from the dinner with Adam that had turned into serving me for dessert, a message from Kat awaited me. She asked me to meet for a girls’ coffee date the next day because apparently Ashton was suffering from post coital blues after a date that was supposed to remain platonic.

“She had every intention of being a ‘good girl,’” Kat said making the quote marks in the air with her fingers, “but somehow it ended up with her taking off her top and...well, you know what happens next.”

“That just doesn’t sound like Ashton. So where is she?”

Kat indicated the bathroom of the Starbucks where Ashton was just coming out wearing a pair of black AnnTaylor leggings, a white silk blouse and a new Marc Jacobs bag. In a word, she looked perfect, not at all the mess that Kat had described. Ashton sat down and smiled warmly at me. 

“Kat told me,” I said sympathetically. “Maybe it will turn into something.”

Ashton took my hand. “Actually Mia, I’m fine. I didn’t even go out last night. But, I understand that you did, and well, Kat and I are worried about you.”

The reality of the situation dawned on me. “Wait a minute. Is this an intervention?” The two of them nodded. “This is unbelievable. I’m a therapist. Besides, you two are the ones who said, "Get over your cheating ex-husband; have some mindless sex, blah blah blah." What was that all about?”

“It was meant to get you out of the house and maybe let loose once in awhile, not sleep with someone like Adam, a man who is so depraved that he is coaching you on how to sleep with one of your clients," Kat answered. 

"Yes, and just so he can get off on the stories," Ashton added.

I hated it, but they were right. Adam's pull on me was becoming dangerous. I could lose my license if I slept with Nate. Thankfully, I hadn’t...yet. But the thought of it was all consuming. I understood his pain and his need to connect, but most of all, I just felt undeniable desire for him. 

“I know,” I said resigned. “Adam is incredibly sexy and I can’t believe the hold he has on me. I end up doing things I shouldn’t, but that hasn’t included sleeping with Nate. I’m good.”

“Really?” Kat asked, searching my face for any sign that I was still desperate to jump my client.

“As it happens, he’s my first appointment of the day. I’ll just tell him that we need to get back to him sitting on the couch and me safely tucked behind my desk. No funny business.”

I hugged my friends, thanked them for caring and left to have the talk with Nate.

What is it they say about the best laid intentions? I chock it up to overactive pheromones or maybe the fact that he smelled so good and looked even better. Nate must have sensed my mind thinking overtime about having sex with him because he walked into my office for his appointment, but remained silent. Our communication was reduced to a lustful stare that he bore into my eyes, making my stomach growl low with a hunger that I couldn't ignore. There was no talk about how he was broken, how his ex had hurt him; gone was the man who  needed my sympathy. It was replaced by something else that he needed. 

And I felt it too. I needed someone who could give without taking so much in return. Someone who would love me not just with their body, but with their whole being.

Nate strode to my side of the desk, never removing his gaze from my eyes. And when he reached me, my heart was beating fiercely. He took my head in his hands and pulled me in for the kiss I had never expected. Passionate, full of promise, and long awaited.

“I’ve been thinking about my treatment,” he whispered, his mouth just inches from mine. “I need something more.” We kissed again and as we were lip-locked, he pulled me up from my chair, lifted me into his arms in one swift move and carried me to the couch, never once letting his lips leave mine. 

His fingers moved to the buttons of my blouse. “Wait,” I said with every ounce of willpower in my soul. “If you undo those, then this might progress to where you don’t want it to.”

A low laugh escaped him and he stopped long enough to look me once more. “Don’t you worry about that.”

I sat up just to be certain that he had thought this through. “So you’re sure about this?”

Nate smiled, pushed me back down and proceeded to undo the rest of those damn buttons.

Me...A La Mode?

It wasn’t easy to get through drinks with Adam’s hand caressing the inside of my thigh. In fact, it became downright problematic to concentrate on my dinner when he expertly made his way inside my panties. And when the waiter asked if there was anything else that I needed, it was all I could do to not plead for a release right then and there.

With his fingers trailing the length of my clit, Adam mocked me. “Shall we stay for dessert?”

“God no...,” I said breathlessly. He kissed me passionately so that I nearly came immediately. I was beginning to think of him as the devil because just as soon as it started, he stopped, removed his hand and smiled a knowing look. “We’ll have dessert at home.”

I willed him to drive at lightening speed, but his teasing ways continued with Adam taking each turn slowly, each street at the requisite speed limit.  When we finally pulled into his driveway, he jumped out of the car and told me to stay put. He was at my door in a moment, holding it open like a gentleman, although I knew better than to be fooled by acts of chivalry.

He took my hand as we strode up the walkway. “This is so unlike you,” I had to comment.

“You prefer the rougher side of me?” he asked.

Before I could answer, he placed his lips down on mine hard. His hand found its way to the small of my back and he pulled me close as we  stumbled inside the house.  I wanted to tell him that I liked a gentleman, a man more like Nick, but feeling his hardness made me let out a small moan in spite of myself.

Adam laughed, “You naughty thing. You do prefer this. Alright then, you’re on.”

He led me into the kitchen where he proceeded to pull out ice cream from the freezer. “Lay down,” he said pointing to a massive oak table. When I did he slid his hands underneath my dress and removed my panties. I was still wet from his escapades at dinner, but what followed was so much better. He carefully slid my straps from my shoulders and pulled my dress down until it fell to the floor.

His hands ran the length of me, starting at my breasts and moving down.  His head bent toward me and he proceeded to kiss each breast, gently sucking each nipple. His mouth left my breasts, but thankfully his hands took over so that he could continue kissing his way down...there.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

“I have to. I want you a la mode.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You know I would,” he said while reaching for the ice cream. He proceeded to scoop out a small spoonful and allow it to fall between my breasts. The room was hot and in no time, the ice cream had melted into a pool that trailed down my stomach and pooled between my legs.

Adam bent to lap up a bit that had dared to slide off my ribcage and threatened to slide onto the table. His tongue moved upwards and darted expertly across my breasts and around each nipple. Satisfied that he had lapped up every bit of ice cream around my breasts and mid-section, he moved agonizingly slowly down my body until finally, his tongue lightly flicked across each hip and down each thigh.

My legs quivered as he teased until finally, thankfully, he reached his hands underneath my ass and pulled me toward his mouth hard with a force that sent my mind and body reeling.

Appetizing Ideas

I had never carried on a sexual relationship with more than one man at a time, but here I was, savoring every minute with Nate and then running to tell Adam every detail -- only so that I could have him as well. Hey, it’s his kink, not mine. But if I’m going to be honest, I must admit that I wanted both of them. 

Since Nate wasn’t making any demands on me and Adam was all for it, my personal life was looking up. I relished their differences. Each one provided me with something that was missing from my life. My marriage to Marc was so void of passion, which made Adam’s sexual demands all the more exciting. Conversely, Nate’s tenderness provided solace in the wake of discovering Marc’s indiscretion. 

I had counseled enough people about their relationships to know that what I gained from these two men might bring me out of my own darkness...If only I could keep both of them.

For now, Nate needed me to confide in, to hold him, to run my tongue up and down him and anything else that would reassure him that his wife’s leaving had nothing to do with his sexual prowess.

As for Adam, sex was great, but I was experienced enough to know that the  attention span of a 23-year-old was fleeting. Up until now, he had called the shots, which admittedly brought me immense pleasure. But I had better let him know that my stories did not come without a price.

I turned up after one of my nephew’s practices to find Adam across the turf field. I didn’t have too much trouble catching his eye. My dark hair draped over my shoulders and accented the white lace camisole I wore over a long, black skirt. 

“This is pretty,” he said running his hand surreptitiously along the length of the skirt that clung suggestively to my legs and bum.

“You should see what’s underneath.” I smiled mischievously and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “Nate seems to like my taste in lingerie.”

Adam raised his eyebrows. “Does he? Why don’t you share?”

I shook my head. “That story deserves a proper setting. Dinner at Bellini Osteria?”

He seemed to contemplate the idea of a real date. Ben had already made his way to the locker room with the rest of his team, and I was just about to go find him when Adam stopped me. “Just so you know, you’ll have to sing for your supper.” 

“Haven’t I told you enough already?”

“Not nearly,” he said and positioned his hand behind my head to pull me in closer. His lips grazed mine and then, in a manner so opposite of Nate, he started to pull up my skirt right there in public. My breath caught from the unexpected. Nate was reserved; Adam was reckless. I needed both in my life.

“Is this a preview?” I said not wanting to stop, not caring who saw us.

“Call it an appetizer. I’ll see you in an hour.”

A Professional Affair

After my session with Laura, I started to fear about the effect a potential affair might have on Nate. His wife had left him so vulnerable; it seemed wrong to get physically involved, particularly since he relied on me to be a confidante. I paced the length of my office nervously, waiting for him to arrive and tried to figure out if it were possible to remain on professional terms. 

The minute Nate walked into my office, all doubt disappeared. He appeared practically broken as he sat on my couch. I sat down next to him and without saying a word, I folded my arms around him. My head rested lightly on his broad shoulder and instinctively his hand pressed into the small of my back. He turned his head into my hair and inhaled ever so gently.

“You smell amazing and you feel so good,” he said in a tone that had a tinge of sadness.  

I didn’t move away as I didn’t want to risk the conversation stopping. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I realized driving over here that I can’t remember the last time my wife let me touch her. I used to think the problem was us, as a couple. But what if it’s me? Maybe I’m not worthy.”

And with those words it became very easy for me to do what Adam had requested of me. I could see how being intimate with Nate could actually help him. My face was still so close to his. All I had to do was turn my cheek slightly and our eyes would meet. It would be so easy and I couldn’t think of a reason not to...

“It’s not you,” I said as I glanced down at his mouth. Nate instinctively met my lips with his own. It wasn’t urgent the way it was with Adam. Instead, it was soft and tentative. Nate was sweet, but it quickly became clear that he was not without needs. 

His kiss grew more intense as his tongue searched mine, but in contrast to the urgency of his kiss, his hand trailed up my back ever so gently and then came to rest on my ribcage. 

I was so aware of the proximity of his hand, resting just under my breast. God how I wanted him to touch me. His mouth was now trailing light kisses down my neck. “Is this okay?” he asked in barely a whisper.  A small moan escaped my mouth as his hand finally found its way to my breast and Nate uttered into my ear, “God, you are so beautiful. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” 

I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and leaned toward him. He pressed his hips toward me -- his hardness apparent. But in a moment of agonizing clarity, he backed up. “Are you only doing this because you’re worried about rejecting me?”

It was the farthest thing from the truth. “Are you kidding me? If I had to come up with a reason to stop, saving your ego would not be it.”

“But should we stop?” he asked before returning to layer my skin with kisses, slowly moving his mouth to the point where my blouse opened slightly.

“I don’t want you to stop, but...it would be the professional thing to do.” I wasn’t thinking clearly. Hopefully, he wasn’t either.

“Fuck professionalism,” he said before reaching for the buttons on my blouse.

Just Another Day

I may have looked all business on the outside, but underneath my pencil skirt and white blouse was a lingerie set that was distinctly chosen for its ability to seduce Nate. I was about to find out how business and pleasure can seamlessly combine.

During a previous session, Nate had let it slip what types of outfits turned him on. It was in the context of what he wished his wife would wear, but since she had made it clear that she was “moving on” I reasoned that perhaps it was my duty to help Nate do the same. As I got ready for work, I planned my wardrobe accordingly with a bra and panty set made of the softest silk and most delicate lace along with black thigh-high stockings that just begged to step into a pair of stilettos.

But before I could see Nate, I had to get through an emergency session with my client, Laura. When Laura arrived, she plopped down on the couch and immediately proceeded to tell me that her husband, Steven, was incapable of turning her on. Ouch. I wondered if this was the sort of thing that Nate got from his wife.

“What do you want from him?” I asked.

“I want him to be a good lover, not selfish,” Laura answered.

“What about his needs? Would he describe you as selfish?” I responded pointedly. Laura was a tall blonde and beautiful by anyone’s standards, but her cold demeanor made me doubt her ability to be a particularly giving lover.

I looked at my watch, wishing the session would come to an end and my hour with Nate could begin. I had barely slept last night because I was so wet thinking about what might happen. My thoughts continued to stray toward Nate when I realized that Laura had spoken.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

Laura walked toward the chair where I was seated. “I said that I can be a giver.”

Before I realized what she was up to, she had leaned over me and placed her mouth down on my own. Under any other circumstances, I would have stood up and put an end to it, but I was so turned on with anticipation of Nate that I may have kissed her back. Her hand slid up my thigh and underneath my skirt before I gained control of myself and the situation.

“That wasn’t what I meant.”

“Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time” she answered.

It was typical Laura. A proud and even pompous statement. I had to laugh and fortunately, it broke the ice enough for her to do the same.

“Our time is up,” I said with whatever professionalism I could muster. “Why don’t you go home and try that little maneuver on Steven?”

“He’s useless,” she proclaimed.

I thought about Nate and how broken he was due to his wife’s insinuations. “Maybe he just needs a little encouragement. Go home and try to learn more about his needs.”

Laura was silent for a moment. “Alright, but only because you’ve turned me on.”

It’s all in a day’s work.

The Justification

The truth is that ever since my relationship with Adam heated up to an extreme level, there is no physical need that must be met by Nate. And yet, that is the irony of my situation. In Adam’s words, I must either seduce Nate and tell him the details, or he’ll stop every tantalizing move he makes on me. Leave it to me to fall for a guy with a fetish for naughty stories.

But Nate was my client. He needed me to behave as a counselor, not a date. Besides, if I got involved with Nate, I was sure to fall for his kindness, his gentle side, everything that was the very opposite of the passion that Adam brought out in me. It was messing with my head so I decided to meet Kat and Ashton because when a therapist needs advice, she turns to her best girlfriends.

“Let me get this straight,” Kat said while sipping her latte. “Adam is the hardcore sex god and Nate is the sensitive gorgeous one.”

“Well, if I’m going to be honest, they’re both gorgeous.”

Kat turned to Ashton. “Can I say that I hate her?”

“No, we’re supposed to be her best friends,” Ashton teased. “Honestly Mia, your problems are akin to winning the lottery. Other than potentially losing your therapist’s license, I’d say it’s a win-win.”

Kat agreed. “Totally. Adam gets off on your stories about Nate and rewards you with the kinkiest and hottest sex of your life. Nate has been emotionally damaged by his wife so what’s the harm in giving him a little bit of what he obviously needs?”

“Are you two justifying my having sex with a client? What if someone gets attached?” I answered automatically.

Kat was equally quick to reply. “That wouldn’t happen. Adam is young and from what you’ve said, not the type for a serious relationship. And Nate is separated from his wife, who I shouldn’t have to remind you has repeatedly rejected him. He’s not ready for another serious relationship.”

And that’s when Ashton came up with words of sheer wisdom. “Why don’t you just consider what you’re doing with Nate as part of his therapy?”

I left them to go to my office and think things through before my afternoon appointments. I had been counseling Nate for three weeks and the first time that he had truly opened up was when things nearly got out of control between us. 

Maybe Ashton was right. Adam got off on my stories. Nate needed a confidence boost. Since I didn’t have a good enough imagination to make up stories for Adam, getting involved with Nate seemed like the best way to help him while also ensuring that the hottest love affair of my life continued. And to think that all it would require was sleeping with two devastatingly handsome men.