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Dr. Dangerfield tilted her head. “No. The woman who indulges your sexual urges and fulfills your desires.”
Kendall swallowed. “I respect her. And enjoy her.” He shook his head. “But, no, I don’t love her. I’m in deep like, I guess you can say.” He sighed again. “What I have with her is what I would have loved to have with Krista.”
“Maybe you still can,” Dr. Dangerfield stated. “Maybe your wife will be willing to work in her own therapy to address the roadblocks to uncovering her own sexuality.”
Kendall gave her a yeah-right look. “Krista? You think?”
“If your wife did have a change of heart, would staying in your marriage with her make you happy?”
Kendall considered her for a moment and then shook his head. “Maybe not.”
Dr. Dangerfield tilted her head and raised a questioning brow.
“Well, no,” he amended. “Not sexually.” He sighed. “Maybe I should have been more forthcoming about my desires.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know. I guess I was being selfish.”
“In truth, Mr. Evans, we know why we choose to not disclose certain things about ourselves to those we care about.”
“Yeah. You’re right. So honestly speaking, I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want her judging me, or staring at me with contempt in her eyes. I was afraid to scare her, to disappoint her. I didn’t want the woman I loved to look at me differently because I enjoy having my prostate stimulated.”
“I understand. Sadly, partners who don’t allow room for new sexual experiences or who aren’t willing to embrace the idea that being sexually adventurous—or, if you will, a bit freaky—in the bedroom can be an exciting thing will sometimes end up missing out on the best parts of their partner’s sexuality. True sexual intimacy requires partners to trust, explore, and indulge in each other’s desires—within what is comfortably reasonable, of course.”
Kendall grunted. “Krista isn’t—wasn’t comfortable with much of anything.” He shook his head. “How can anyone stay so stuck and be okay with it?”
Dr. Dangerfield removed her glasses, propping them up on the crown of her head. “I wish there was an easy answer to that. There are a myriad of reasons why someone may be unable or unwilling to express their natural sexuality. Traumas. Upbringing. Cultural views. Religious beliefs. The beautiful thing is, sexual behavior is not constant. It can change. When someone is ready to change. Hopefully, your wife will be open to counseling.?
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Kendall shrugged. “You know, Doc. At this point, I’ve given up on hope. Krista’s said some things that just can’t be unsaid. If a divorce is what she wants, then so be it. I’m tired.” Kendall glanced at his watch. He’d been sitting here for nearly two hours. “I guess I should get going.”
But Dr. Dangerfield wasn’t ready to see him go. She wanted to know more about his penchant for ass play, wanted to know more about the woman who indulged his desires.
“No, no,” she quickly said. “No rush. Please. Stay as long as you want.”
Forty-Eight
Nairobia wet her lips, the pink tip of her tongue darting out. Kendall nearly groaned as he remembered that tongue in her porn movie, Ass Lickers. The way it had slid over her male lover’s asshole, before it laved over his balls. The memory of how the cameras zoomed in on her beautiful pussy; the way it flared each time she licked him there was still etched in Kendall’s brain.
And now he sat here wondering what it would be like having his dick surrounded by her sweet lips (the ones on her face, first—and then the ones between her thighs) and then how it would feel coming down her throat.
He imagined her pussy and neck were both like heated velvet; so smooth, and so damn silky. Liquid heat, he imagined them both to be.
He licked over his lips—part nerves, part desire—at the sight of Nairobia’s nipples. He wanted to reach out and grip her breasts, lean over and lick their stiffened tips. The imagery alone caused heat to coil in his testicles. He would surely come on himself—something he hadn’t done since he was twelve, thirteen—if he didn’t get a hold of himself.
His dick began to swell, his balls heating and filling as Nairobia’s nipples distended, a lurid sight causing him to grow weak in his resolve. He looked from them to her transfixed gaze, then back.
This was un-fucking-believable.
Here—with Nairobia Jansen. Alone. With a hard, throbbing dick.
Dr. Dangerfield had summoned Kendall to The Chambers—an opulent circular structure, with vaulted ceilings and a retractable roof. Inside, it held numerous rooms, used mostly for interviews—for a special session without his wife.
Kendall had been surprised to walk in to find Nairobia waiting on him, instead of Dr. Dangerfield. He didn’t question the whys of this encounter. All he knew was, he was glad to be sitting here.
Kendall felt his pulse quicken as Nairobia stood to her feet and then prowled around the table to him; a touch, a caress, a finger danced up the back of his neck and then over his bald head. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his chest. And then in his ear, she whispered, “Your wife is a fool, no?”
