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Nausea churned in her stomach. Still, Krista did not move. Defiantly, her gaze stayed locked on Kendall, her feet rooted in place. She didn’t want to look, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Instead, he’d easily given into temptation, defiling their wedding vows more than he had already done by fingering his ass.
“You did say you were leaving him once you returned to the States, did you not?” Dr. Dangerfield asked as she looked on, her pussy juices pooling in the lining of her panties. “Or has that changed?”
Krista’s stare hardened. “No. It’s over.” She shook her head and took a breath, fighting back a surge of tears she hadn’t expected. “Kendall has proven he isn’t the man I thought he was.” She tore her eyes from the window—just for a second—and glared at Dr. Dangerfield. “I hope you’re satisfied with yourself for ruining my life and destroying a relatively happy marriage.”
“I’m sorry you feel I am the cause of the current state of your marriage,” Dr. Dangerfield said thoughtfully. And she was regretful. Not for anything that she’d done or said, she regretted that Krista couldn’t step into the light and give into temptation, to allow her deepest, darkest desires to be uncovered. She’d wanted to see Krista step outside of herself and become more open. But, since day one, she’d been too rigid and too damn stubborn to get out of her own damn way. So, this mess was all on Krista.
Dr. Dangerfield wasn’t about to take blame or responsibility for the state of the Evanses’ marriage. All she did was shine light on what was already beneath the surface.
“It is never satisfying knowing that a couple’s truths are what has torn them apart.”
Krista gave her an incredulous look. “And exactly what truths are you speaking of?”
Dr. Dangerfield offered a slight smile. “That your husband wants more than what you’ve been willing to share with him.”
Krista scoffed. “What he wants, a finger in his ass, is unnatural for a man—a straight man, that is.”
“Mrs. Evans, it’s unfortunate that you believe that to be true. Anal stimulation isn’t just a gay man’s desire. It saddens me to know that you are willing to let a good man go, all because you can’t get out of your own way. Your husband is a heterosexual man with a very healthy sex drive. The fact that he’s comfortable enough in his masculinity to know what it is that he enjoys makes him that more manly. His sexuality shouldn’t be in question.”
Krista’s hand curled into a fist. “A man wanting his ass licked, fingered, or fucked, is where I draw the line. Period.”
“And yet here you stand,” Dr. Dangerfield stated. “Watching your husband . . . “
Nairobia whispered something in Kendall’s ear. Seconds later, he was rising from his seat. And then Nairobia took his hands and placed them to her breasts. Kendall cupped her there, and then Nairobia’s mouth was beside his ear. And her hand was sliding over the front of his shorts, kneading his dick.
Kendall glanced down at Nairobia’s hand, then back at her. Nairobia spread her legs as Kendall slid his palm inside the slit of her dress, and then over the curve of her ass.
Krista swallowed, not sure if she should look away or run for the door.
“How does seeing this make you feel?”
Krista shot her a murderous look. “How do you think it makes me feel?” Her voice was icy. “My husband is about to let some nasty bitch do God knows what to him, and I’m watching it all unfold. So you tell me, Doctor, how do you think I should feel?”
“I’m sure I could prattle off a list of adjectives for you,” Dr. Dangerfield said calmly. “But I’d prefer to hear them in your words.”
Krista’s nose flared. “I’m not sharing shit with you.”
“I understand how you might be feeling, Mrs. Evans.”
“Oh you have no idea how I’m feeling right now.” Bitch.
“You can always stop it,” Dr. Dangerfield suggested. “You have the power to go in there and take her place. You can let go of your pride and selfish ego and go to your husband. You can give into your husband’s sexual needs and allow him to pleasure you in ways you’ve never imagined. The choice is yours, Mrs. Evans.”
Krista shook her head, her jaw clenching. “I want no part of anything going on in that room. If Kendall wants to desecrate our marriage vows with immoral sex, if he wants to bite into forbidden fruit, then let him.”
“Tell me, Mrs. Evans, what are you so afraid of?”
Krista scoffed. “I fear no evil.”
Dr. Dangerfield tilted her head. Gave Krista a half-amused look. “And yet you are afraid of letting go, afraid of embracing your inner freak.”
“I am not—”
“Oh yes you are,” Dr. Dangerfield interjected. “You are more of a freak than you will ever admit. And your newfound penchant for voyeurism proves that.”
Krista blinked, shock draining the blood from her face.
