Seducing the Straight Husband 2 Read online

  ONE

  Travis and I were never supposed to hook up again, but in life things never go the way they're supposed to happen.

  For all of the other men I "help out" I give them a follow up appointment just to see if they're able to take what they learned with me and apply it to their own sex lives.

  I should've known that Travis would be different because I let him do more to me than I let any other clients do.

  Hell, I let him do to more to me than I've let any other man!

  But I tried to be professional about it and give him a follow up appointment.

  I sat there, in the chair in my office, the same chair we'd fucked on two weeks ago. Just being there, sitting on that chair, made my mind wander back to the amazing sex we had.

  I started to get an erection.

  "Down boy," I whispered to my dick. "Down. He's going to be here any minute."

  I checked my watch. 3 o’clock and Travis still hadn't showed up.

  "Damn it," I sighed. His absence made me want him in my office even more.

  I took a deep breath and read over some of my notes for other clients. I was doing anything I could just to keep my mind off of that man that would be sitting on the couch in front of me any minute now.

  "Don't think about fucking him," I said to myself. "Don't do it. Don't even think about him naked."

  But then, of course I thought about him naked. His chiseled body. All those muscles and that thick cock. His round, firm behind. I was starting to drool.

  "Fuck!"

  I slammed my note book shut and stood up. "This is ridiculous. Where the hell is he so we can get this over with already?"

  I loosened my tie, and I thought about two weeks ago when I'd taken it off before getting totally naked with him.

  "Damn it," I said. "That's it. I'm not waiting any longer."

  I grabbed my brief case and coat. "If he wants to be this late and waste my time, then fuck him."

  I marched for the door.

  "Fuck him right in his perfect-"

  Before I could touch the handle the door opened fast, and there he stood.

  I nearly lost my breath. I stood still like a deer frozen in headlights.

  "Hey Doc," he said. He seemed just as surprised to see me.

  We just stood there for a minute, awkward and silent and staring at one another like lovers reuniting.

  I felt foolish, just standing there and holding my things, ready to go with him in my way.

  "Sorry I'm late," he said. "Traffic was a bitch."

  I took a deep breath. "Sure, alright." I cleared my throat. "Well you're lucky I decided to stick around. I almost left for the day."

  He smiled. "I'm glad you didn't."

  And then I stood there, still in front of him like a damn school boy with a crush. I could feel my face getting hot like I was red with embarrassment.

  He looked so damn handsome. He'd slicked his hair and shaven his face, leaving him with a slight afternoon shadow over that damn chiseled jaw line. And his eyes were bright in the light and gleaming while they looked back into mine. Fucking hypnotic.

  "Can I," he stuttered, "can I come?" Then he laughed softly and straightened up. "I mean, can I come in?"

  I hid my smile, trying to appear stern with him. I stepped aside. "Yes, come in. This shouldn't take long."

  This shouldn't take long, but holy hell I wanted it to last hours.

  Travis stepped into my office, and I purposely left the door open.

  As he walked in I noticed he'd gotten dressed up for this. He wore slacks and a fitting button up. It was like having a well-dressed fitness model step into my office.

  I gulped just looking at him. I just hoped my half-erection wouldn't be obvious through my suit.

  Travis sat down on the couch. "It's a lot brighter in here this time."

  "All we will be doing is talking this time, Travis," I told him as I took my seat. "So there's no need to dim the lights."

  He grinned. "Too bad. I uh, I guess that's why the door is staying open?"

  The door is staying open so I'm not tempted to rip your clothes off, I thought.

  I took a deep breath. "Yes that's why. And it will stay open the whole time, understand?"

  He stopped smiling and nodded. "Yes sir. Okay. I guess we are being serious this time."

  "Yes we are." I talked as cold and unemotional as I could. I pulled out my notebook and got ready. "Alright, Travis. How have you been since our last visit?"

  I looked up at him. He started talking, but I didn't listen to a single fucking word he said. I was too distracted by the sexy tone of his deep voice and the way his arm muscles were begging to rip out of that nice shirt.

  "Doc?" he asked. "Doc are you okay?"

  I stopped zoning out. I realized I had even started chewing the end of my pen like some horny secretary. "Uh, yes. Yes I'm fine. Okay, so uh..." I scribbled in my notebook and pretended like I'd heard him. "So you're doing good. That's great."

  He shook his head on confusion. "No, Doc. Didn't you hear me? I told you that, that me and my wife, we're still not happy together."

  I stopped scribbling. I stared at the squiggly lines I'd made to keep myself from staring at him. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Travis."

  Part of me wasn't sorry at all. I was glad they still weren't happy. It meant I'd fucked him better than she could.

  "Is the problem still in the bedroom?" I asked.

  He bit his lip, staring back at me, and he nodded. "Yes sir. We haven't even had sex since I, well you know, since I came here..."

  I loosened my tie and corrected my glasses. My throat felt a little dry and hands were clammy. "And why is that?"

  He laughed a little. "Doc, do I really need to say it?"

  I kept a straight face. "Yes, Travis. You need to be honest with me."

  He took a deep breath. "Okay, well every time we started to do it, I uh..." He looked me in the eyes. "I thought about you."

  Fuck, I thought. He needs to stop talking before I let him mount me.

  "Really?" I asked. Then I cleared my throat. "I mean uh, Travis that's not what was supposed to happen."

  He leaned forward. "Then what was supposed to happen, Doc?"

  I rubbed my head. "You were supposed to be more open to yourself sexually. That was it. That's what our last session was supposed to accomplish."

  He smiled and looked down bashfully. "Doc, it definitely made me open to myself sexually. I mean, two weeks ago, that was the most amazing sex I'd ever had."

  "Travis..." My mouth almost told him to stop, but my body wanted him to keep talking.

  "I'm sorry, Doc, but it's true," he said. "When you, uh, you know, did all that stuff, it felt fucking incredible. I'd never felt like that before. I was so turned on. It was like, a drug Doc. It was like a damn drug!"

  "Travis, you should try it with your wife," I said fast. I had to force those words out of my mouth.

  He stood up and raised his hands. "I don't want to do that, Doc. I don't want to feel forced into having great sex with her because it feels natural with you!"

  I stood up, too. He was speaking too loud. "Travis, I think we should cut this session short."

  "Why?" he asked.

  I shut the door. Then I spoke low. "Because you are my client, understand. The type of therapy we did last time is a one-time thing. There's no more after that. So if you're thinking about what I think you're thinking about then..."

  "It wasn't just therapy, Doc, and you know it." He got in front of me, trapping me between him and the door. "We had sex, man. Great, amazing, fucking sex! And I need it again." He put his hands on my sides and drew me closer to him. "I need you again."

 
; "Travis," I said as I was losing my breath.

  His hands felt large on my body as they held me firmly.

  My heart pounded against my chest. I could feel his breath on me. I could feel the heat coming off of his body.

  As he pressed himself against me I could feel his erection against my own.

  "Don't tell me you don't want this, too," he said. He grinned. "Because I can feel it right now."

  He pressed his hard on up against mine and we both groaned.

  I wanted to let him have his way with me so bad it hurt. But I couldn't do it. He was my client, a married client.

  This was supposed to be a one-time thing, and I couldn't let it go any further.

  I pulled away from him and went around him.

  I stood in the middle of the office and caught my breath. "Travis, get out."

  He didn't answer.

  I couldn't even turn and face him because I knew I wouldn't be able to resist him.

  "Doc, come on," he said.

  "I said leave!"

  He was quiet another moment. "Fine." He opened the door. "Just consider me healed then, so you'll never have to see me again."

  And then I heard him slam the door.

  I had played it safe, and I just stood there in my office feeling like I'd been hit by a whirlwind. And I'd never hated myself more.

  TWO

  The next night I was at a bar in the city with a fellow shrink. Teresa. She and I had been friends since college. She knew all the dirty stuff about me, my dirty little secrets and my practice. She even knew personal stuff about me, like how bad it hurt when my ex dumped me years ago for a man that was hotter and nastier than me.

  "You've never been close to anyone since he left you," she said to me. She knocked back some of her martini. "And it's because you won't let anyone in."

  I rolled my eyes. "Teresa the last thing I need right now is more therapy."

  She grinned. "It sounds like you need some dick." Then she giggled. "Travis's dick."

  I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Don't even, girl. He's straight, and he's married." I gulped down the rest of my whiskey and coke and leaned on the bar. "You know my rules. It's a one-time thing, and then I send them off."

  She laughed. "You're the weirdest therapist I've ever known, man." Then her expression became serious and she spoke lower. "But I know that Travis wasn't just some client you serviced and sent on his way. Just look at you when you talk about him."

  I grumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about."

  She pursed her lips and nudged my shoulder. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. When you talk about Travis, your eyes light up and you always smile, or at least kind of smile. You're like a school girl with a crush."

  My cheeks were turning pink. "No I'm not."

  She laughed. "Yes you are."

  I raised my hand to order another drink. "Teresa just leave it alone."

  "Life is too short to do what you're doing," she said.

  "Oh yeah?" I cocked my head. "And what am I doing?"

  "Letting a perfect guy like Travis slip through your fingers," she answered.

  The bar tender put a drink down in front of me.

  "Teresa, all we did was have sex." It felt good just to say it. "That's all Travis and I did. We aren't in love or anything. We just had sex... hot, amazing, fantastic, sex." I zoned out for a minute thinking about riding Travis in my office chair.

  She smirked. "Dude, just go for it. You already know he still wants you. And you know you're ten times a better fuck than his wife. So just go for it."

  I took a drink and sighed. "I don't know... I don't know..."

  THREE

  Friday came around.

  I took care of other clients. I didn't service any of them, just talking.

  I hadn't serviced any men since Travis. I didn't want to. I just did what normal therapists do and helped them by talking through their sexual frustrations.

  "What's wrong with me?" I asked myself.

  One man. Just one hot, beautiful hunk did me the right way and now I didn't care about any of the others. I didn't want anyone else. I wanted Travis.

  I felt so dumb and foolish, but I couldn't get my mind off of him as I sat as my desk and looked out the window.

  My last appointment had canceled, so I was alone at the office while all my other coworkers were going home for the weekend.

  Finally, I broke down and sent Travis a text message.

  ME: at my office alone. If you want to come by.

  I set my phone on the desk and immediately felt the nervous embarrassment wash over me like a wave of mud.

  "Fuck," I sighed.

  I'd just made an idiot of myself, sending him a "booty call" message like some sort of desperate single.

  "This is stupid," I said. "Screw him. Shouldn't have sent it."

  I gathered my paperwork and notes into a briefcase and was about to grab my phone when it vibrated on the desk.

  TRAVIS: don't tease me, Doc

  I bit my lip and smiled.

  That sexy bastard. What if I did tease him? What would he do to me? Throw me down and punish me?

  My cock started to get hard while I stared at my phone.

  This was it. If I started texting him I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself. I wanted him so - fucking - bad, and I couldn't help myself anymore.

  ME: why don't you come to my office and see if I'm teasing

  I felt nervous and excited all at once. To ease myself, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey I kept in my shelves and poured myself a glass.

  "Fuck it," I said before taking a gulp. "It's Friday, anyway."

  Just as I went to take another drink, my phone started ringing.

  It was Travis.

  I took a deep breath, and for a moment I thought about letting it go to voice mail.

  "Stop being a bitch," I whispered to myself.

  I cleared my throat, and I answered the phone. "Travis."

  "Hey Doc," he said.

  Fuck, his voice was sexy.

  "Are you still at your office?"

  I grinned. "Come find out, big guy."

  "Don't tease me, man," he said. "I need to know that you're serious."

  I held my whiskey glass and looked out the window. "Yes, Travis. I'm serious."

  He paused. "I can be there in fifteen minutes, man. Are you offering what I think you're offering?"

  To fuck me senseless, I thought.

  "Doc?" he asked.

  "Just get over here, Travis," I told him. "Get over here and fuck me before I change my mind."

  And then I hung up.

  I took another drink of whiskey, and it burned a little less as it went down.

  FOUR

  Fifteen minutes later, I poured myself a second glass.

  I leaned on my desk, too nervous to sit down or lie down on the couch.

  There was a knock on the door.

  I stood up straight and straightened out my suit.

  The door slowly opened, and Travis stood on the other side. He saw me and smiled. "Hey."

  I smiled back at him. "Hey."

  He walked in and closed the door behind him, and then he slowly locked it.

  My breath felt short.

  Damn it, he looked good. He wore work out shorts and a sleeveless T shirt. His skin glistened a little with sweat. His hair seemed dirty.

  "Why are you dressed like that?" I asked. "Were you at the gym?"

  He took a few steps forward and nodded. "I was. I was lifting weights and then you sent me a message, and I gotta say it was tough to hide my hard on in these shorts."

  I gulped. My eyes wandered down to his crotch. I could see the outline of his thick cock, swinging in between his legs as he approached me.

  "I uh," I stuttered. "I bet it was."

  He took a moment to glance around my office. "You've got the lights out again."

  I looked around, too.

  All I had on was the lamp on my desk. The window shades were drawn
and the lights were out.

  Just like last time, it started to feel hotter in that office.

  "So Doc," he asked. "What made you change your mind?"

  I smiled back at him, trying to keep my cool. I wanted to be clever with him, and I just hoped he couldn't sense how nervous I felt with him standing so close in front of me again.

  "Do you really care?" I asked. "Travis, do you really care what changed my mind?"

  He took another step and grinned. "No, not at all."

  I licked my lips.

  He crossed his arms over his gym shirt, grabbed it, and then raised it over his head slowly like he was teasing me with a glance at that chiseled body. He dropped his shirt onto the floor, and he stood up tall, towering over me and smiling at me. "You look hot in that suit."

  I gulped. I loosened my tie a little. "Yes it's uh, it's getting a little warm in here."

  He stood right in front of me, so close that I could smell him.

  Being the close to him made my heart beat against my chest. It made hands shake and my skin feel warm. I was excited. I was nervous. I was ready to buckle to my knees.

  Being on my knees in front of him, I wouldn't mind that!

  He put his hands on my suit jacket and started slipping it off of me. "Why don't you take this off then."

  I lifted my arms from my sides and let him take it off of me.

  He dropped it on the floor like he did his gym shirt.

  Then he went for the buttons of my shirt. He started at the top, popping them open and moving down one by one, slowly.

  "You look like you might need this off, too," he said.

  I breathed a little shorter, faster. "Yeah, that'd be good."

  He smiled. "Are you nervous, Doc?"

  I laughed like I wasn't. "Not at all." I gulped. "Why the hell would I be nervous?"

  "Not sure," he answered. "After all, you're the one who turned me on to this."

  "Turned you on to what?" I asked.

  He smiled as he undid the last button of my shirt and pulled it open, revealing my undershirt. "Turned me on to men," he said.

  I laughed softly. "So I turned you gay?"

  He pulled my shirt off of me. "I'm not gay, Doc, at least not for any other man." He dropped my shirt to the floor. "But there's something about you, man. I've never seen a guy who looks as good without his clothes on as you do."