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  Guilty Therapist

  “Miss West? The doctor will see you now,” the attractive receptionist said with a smile. Karen West stood up from the uncomfortable plastic chair, her joints aching under her excessive weight as she tried to stretch her limbs. She picked up her walking stick and nodded once to the receptionist, swallowing down her envy of the other woman’s slim figure. She turned her head away as she walked past the reception desk, not wanting to be reminded of how attractive other women were compared to her.

  She lumbered down the hallway towards Doctor Groves’ office, her eyes searching every door for his brass nameplate as she leaned on her walking stick with every step. Her breathing was heavy as she neared the end of the corridor, a sweat forming on her furrowed brow. Doctor Groves’ office was the last one at the end of the long hallway. Typical. Karen hated walking, and avoided any occasion which involved physical activity.

  She knocked once on the door and entered arrogantly without waiting for a response. She found the doctor sat at his desk, shuffling through a large stack of papers. He was a short man with a balding head, a few stray hairs covering his naked scalp in a vain attempt to prevent his hairline from receding any further. His appearance was vaguely ape like, and Karen felt her skin crawl underneath her clothes as she looked at the thick tufts of hair sprouting out of his collar. She hated hairy men. In fact, she wasn’t keen on men at all these days.

  “”Miss West?” he asked, looking up at her through thickly rimmed glasses. His eyes were beady and piercing, and Karen felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

  “It’s Mrs West, actually,” she replied haughtily, slowly lowering her considerable weight onto the chair opposite the doctor. He didn’t respond and peered at his computer screen, the clicking of his mouse breaking the silence.

  “So you’re here for a relationship issue?” he asked slowly. Karen saw the computer screen reflecting in his glasses as he scrolled through her file.

  “Yes,” she confirmed. She didn’t like to talk openly about her marriage problems but her life with Ron had reached breaking point. She didn’t want to divorce, and knew they needed help if they were to make it through yet another rough patch. Ron’s constant cheating with the women he met at the bar didn’t help matters, although Karen had spent years looking the other way to his disgusting behaviour.

  “How can I help you today then?” Doctor Groves said, clasping his hands in front and looking at her intently. His eyes flicked briefly to her giant chest and back up to her face quickly, making her blush with embarrassment.

  “I saw Doctor Patel last week, and he was very unhelpful when I discussed my problem with him,” Karen said disdainfully. “So I asked to see a different doctor and they gave me an appointment with you.” Doctor Groves nodded silently, encouraging Karen to continue.

  “My husband has sex with other women every weekend. Possibly more.” She sighed and fiddled with her hands in her lap, feeling uncomfortable. “I can’t stop him from going out, but I want to save my marriage. I think counselling might help us.” She looked at the doctor hopefully, willing him to agree to fund some therapy sessions on her health insurance. She certainly couldn’t afford to pay for them privately; Ron spent most of her welfare check on beer every week.

  Doctor Groves thought for a second as he stared up at the ceiling. “I think I can do something better for you than counselling, Mrs West,” he said, opening up his desk drawer. He handed her a small business card. “Call this number. Tell them Doctor Groves has referred you and your husband for specialist treatment and you won’t be charged at all. Make sure you call them today, and you must turn up for your first appointment otherwise the treatment will be cancelled and they won’t give you another opportunity. The first appointment will be for you on your own, and the second appointment will involve your husband, but they’ll give you all the details when you get there. Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mrs West?” He smiled at her, a twinkle in his eye that Karen couldn’t read. She shook her head no and stood up, leaving his office without another word and wondering how the small business card in her sweaty palm could save her marriage.

  ***

  Karen took the taxi drivers hand, accepting his help as he pulled her from the backseat of his vehicle. She paid him with a generous tip and waddled up to the door of the building, her trusty walking stick firmly in her grasp. The structure was small but official looking, a one story brick building with reflective windows so you couldn’t see inside. Karen approached the automatic doors and entered the reception area, mildly surprised to see that almost every seat in the waiting room was filled. An awkward silence enveloped the room which Karen ignored as she moved towards the reception desk.

  “Hello,” she greeted the receptionist, who smiled back at her with an even row of pearly white teeth. “I called yesterday and made an appointment for myself, Mrs Karen West.” The receptionist checked her computer and nodded, her red fingernails tapping at her keyboard expertly.

  “You’re in room four, Mrs West,” she said, pointing down the hallway. Karen shuffled away from the desk and walked along the corridor to room four. The door was ajar so she pushed it open gently and peered around the corner, unsure of what to expect. What awaited her was a very nice surprise indeed. The most handsome man she had ever seen in real life was sat in a chair in the corner of the room, his ankle casually crossed over his knee. Karen stood dumbly in the doorway as she stared at this magnificent specimen of manhood, her mouth hanging open in shock. He looked like a real life Ken doll with his biceps stretching through the tight sleeves of his t-shirt. His hair was thick and dark blonde, his skin tanned by the sun. He stood up with a smile on his face, and Karen marvelled at how tall he was. He didn’t look like a doctor. He was dressed very casually in jeans and sneakers, and could easily pass as a clothes model. She was in awe and couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.

  “You must be Mrs West,” he said, walking over to her. “I’m Doctor Ricks, but you can call me Steven.” He cupped her elbow and lead her to a chair next to his own. Still Karen didn’t speak; she didn’t trust the words that wanted to come out of her mouth.

  “I’ve had a look through your notes that Doctor Groves sent me, and I really think I can help you with your marital issues,” he said, helping her sit down in the chair. She felt mildly embarrassed that her excess fat hung over the sides of the metal frame, and tried to shift her weight so she didn’t look so unappealing. She felt a tingle in between her legs that she hadn’t felt for a long, long time, and felt her cheeks reddening as her mind went to a filthy place.

  “My methods are somewhat unusual,” Steven said, sitting down next to her. “If I am to proceed and help get your marriage back on track, I will need your full consent. This includes consent to make contact with your body intimately. Are you okay with that?”

  Karen nodded, feeling at that moment that Steven could do anything he damn well liked with her body. She stared into his piercing blue eyes, her arousal increasing with every second that passed. She didn’t know she could feel like this again; she’d thought that Ron had killed her sex drive completely when he’d started sleeping with those whores at the bar.

  “I know that your husband has been cheating on you and the negative effect that’s had on your marriage and your sex life. What we need to do today is get you feeling good again, and then I’ll invite you back for a second appointment with your husband aswell,” Steven said. “Does that sound good to you?”

  Karen nodded eagerly, feeling excited by the words he’d just spoken. What did he mean by ‘making contact with her body intimately’? Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long to find out. Steven stood up and pulled a pair of thin gloves over his masculine hands.

  “Would you mind
taking off your pants for me please, Mrs West? I can help you if you need assistance,” he asked gently, his eyes flicking down to her plus size pants. She nodded at him again, her voice stuck in her throat nervously. She stood up slowly, her knees howling in pain with the extra weight she put on them. She balanced her walking stick against the edge of his chair and unbuttoned her pants, covering her flabby stomach with her arms as the cotton waistband dropped a little. Steven looked up at her and smiled, moving her hands away from her stomach and leaving them hanging by her sides.

  “Karen, I need to see all of you. My method won’t work if you don’t completely trust me.” He kneeled down and pulled her pants to her ankles. He helped her step out of them awkwardly, leaving her thick legs bare. “I’d like to remove your panties now,” he said, hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties and tugging gently. She was wearing white cotton underwear, although it could barely be seen due to the mound of skin hanging low over her public area. She allowed him to pull the cotton down past her knees, exposing her unshaven pussy. She hadn’t groomed that area in a while. She really hadn’t seen the point of doing it if Ron wasn’t interested in screwing her anymore. Right now, looking at Doctor Ricks, she wished she’d have made a bit more of an effort for this appointment.

  “Okay. I’m going to insert my finger into you now. I just want to make sure that everything feels correct and there’s no obvious issues,” he said, his face level with her pussy as he spoke upwards towards her. He peered in between her legs, reaching up with both hands to part the flaps of skin surrounding her hairy cunt. Karen gasped at his touch, unused to the feeling of male hands on her private area. His fingertips brushed against her clitoris, and Karen wasn’t sure how accidental that was. She didn’t care; she liked the feeling of a man touching her again. Especially one as handsome as Doctor Ricks. She sighed loudly as he slowly pushed his finger inside her surprisingly tight hole, massaging her clitoris with his other finger purposefully.

  “I just want to loosen you up slightly, Mrs West,” Steven said, rubbing at her slowly. “You’re very tight and I need to fix that.” His forefinger was fully inside her now, and Karen could feel his touch on her G spot internally. An orgasm was building inside her quickly and she pressed her lips together tightly and tried to focus on something mundane. She couldn’t orgasm in front of a doctor she’d only just met; not only would it be highly embarrassing but would it count as cheating on Ron? She suddenly found that she didn’t give a damn what Ron though, as Steven pushed a second finger inside of her pussy, moving his hand faster. Karen moaned and closed her eyes as he fucked her with his fingers, feeling her juices loosening up her tight cunt.

  “How does that feel, Mrs West?” he murmured as he worked her pussy with his hands. He was focussed on the task at hand, and didn’t look up at her at all.

  “Mmm, so good,” she replied, her voice low with exhilaration. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to feel this aroused but it felt so good that she just didn’t care anymore. The orgasm exploded quickly between her thighs, making her muscles spasm in ecstasy. The waves of pleasure rushed through her as Doctor Ricks continued moving his experienced fingers inside her cunt. She struggled to remain standing such was the force of her orgasm, and she leaned against the arm of the chair as the feeling subsided, her breathing heavy and wheezy.

  “Are you okay, Karen?” Steven asked her as he pulled his hand away from her pussy, a concerned expression on his face. She nodded and sat down in the chair, her naked ass cheeks sticking to the cheap plastic. She had never come that hard before, even when she’d first married Ron and they’d been at it like rabbits for the first few weeks of living together. If she was being completely honest, Ron was a terrible lover and this experience with Doctor Ricks had opened her eyes to what her body was capable of.

  “I’m fine,” she said breathlessly, wiping her sweaty brow across the arm of her t-shirt. Steven snapped the gloves off of his hands and threw them expertly in the trash can. He bent down and pulled up her panties and then her pants, causing her to wince as the fabric touched her sensitive parts.

  “Okay,” he said, exhaling loudly as he walked over to his desk and leaned in towards his computer, clicking on the mouse with his hand. “I’d like to see you again next week. Would you be able to bring your husband with you too?”

  Karen smiled, her skin flushed with excitement. “I’d love to,” she replied, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the thought of seeing Steven again. She wasn’t sure how Ron would feel with her talking to such an incredible looking guy, but that wasn’t her problem now, was it?

  ***

  Karen spent the following week in an elated daze. She washed clothes, cleaned the floors, took the dogs for a walk, and felt as though she were floating on air. She could even handle Ron’s bad tempered moods when he arrived home from work, eating his dinner in silence before he went to the bar for the evening. She didn’t even mind when he returned that night at 2am, steaming drunk and vomited all over her new rug. Ron couldn’t kill the high that Dr Ricks had given her, and she couldn’t wait for her next appointment.

  It arrived slowly, and by the time Karen was back in the waiting area in his office block she couldn’t sit still. She fidgeted on the plastic chair, checking her watch constantly. The doctor was five minutes late, and each second felt like an hour.

  “What’s up with you?” Ron asked irritably. “You haven’t sat still since we got here. You got an itch you want me to scratch?” He cackled loudly, throwing his head back and revealing his yellow stained teeth. Karen grimaced and looked away. She didn’t want Ron to kill her mood. She’d been looking forward to this moment all week.

  “Mr and Mrs West?” The receptionist called out, and Karen raised her head quickly. “Doctor Ricks will see you now. Room Four.” She smiled and Karen grinned back, her cheeks aching with happiness. It was time to see the doctor.

  Karen walked as quickly as her large frame would allow, and Ron followed moodily behind her. She arrived at room four and knocked quickly without waiting to see if Ron was behind her and entered the room, letting the door shut in Ron’s face. Ron pushed the door open, his skin red and blotchy with anger as he stood behind his wife.

  “Mrs West! So good to see you again,” Doctor Ricks said, standing from behind his desk and greeting Karen with a warm handshake. She smiled back at him radiantly, completely forgetting that Ron was in the room with her. Her fingers burned where Steven had touched them, and her mind instantly went back to how he touched her the week before.

  “And you must be Mr West,” Steven said, offering a handshake to Ron, which he accepted grudgingly. Karen could tell that Ron was unhappy being in the same room as a handsome doctor, and who could blame him? He looked like a troll standing next to Doctor Ricks. Karen felt a deep sense of satisfaction when she thought of how uncomfortable Ron must be feeling.

  “I’m glad you’re both here. This is an important part of treating Mrs West’s issues,” Steven said, speaking to both of them clearly. Karen thought he looked even more handsome than he did last week, and she felt a flicker between her legs by just looking at him. He really was gorgeous.

  “Mr West, I’m going to take you through to a viewing area where you’ll remain until the treatment is over. It won’t take long, perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, and then I’ll come and fetch you.” Steven gestured towards a chair, silently asking Karen to sit down, and then he turned and left the room, Ron trailing pathetically behind him.

  Karen sat and waited with anticipation, wondering what would happen next. She looked at the opposite side of the room and noticed a mirror that spanned the entire length of the wall. She hadn’t seen that the last time she was there. Perhaps because her full attention had been on Doctor Ricks.

  Suddenly, a light flicked on and the mirror became a two way viewing area, almost like in the movies when a cop was interviewing a criminal. Karen watched the room on the other side of the glass intently, and saw the door into the room open. Docto
r Ricks entered, his muscular body looking toned and strong, followed by her waste of space husband. Neither of them looked at Karen, and she realised that it was one way glass; she could see them but they couldn’t see her. But what was the point of that? There was nothing in there to see other than the two men talking.

  After a few moments, Steven left the room and Ron sat down on a chair facing Karen. She knew that he still couldn’t see her by the way his eyes didn’t focus on anything on her side of the room, and it looked like he was looking at himself in a mirror. Karen waited patiently, her hands clasped over her thick stomach.

  The door swung open and Steven walked in, locking the door behind him. He took off his white medical jacket and hung it on a hook on the back of the door. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black pants, a simple outfit yet somehow making him look even more athletic and inviting.

  “Mrs West, I’ve explained to your husband that this next part may be difficult for him to watch, but he must remain seated and is not to leave the viewing area,” Steven said as he walked towards her. “What he doesn’t know is that you’re going to lay down on the bed over there and if you’re willing, I’d like to penetrate you. The object of this is to show him how desirable you are to other men. Seeing you with me should evoke a feeling of jealousy, and will hopefully enable him to understand that how he’s treating you isn’t how a woman should be treated.” He smiled kindly at her. “At the very least, it will put you on an even keel again, and it’s up to you how you wish to proceed with your relationship in the future.”

  Karen nodded at him dumbly, the tingling in between her thighs increasing with every second. She shifted in her chair and felt the wetness in her panties, the material sticking uncomfortably to her skin. Karen wasn’t sure what Steven meant by “penetrating” her, but she was looking forward to finding out.

  “Could you please undress yourself and lie down on the bed, Mrs West,” he asked, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Karen’s mouth dropped open in amazement; his body was even more god-like than she’d imagined. His torso was rock solid, with abs that looked as though they had been created by a sculptor. A light summer tan made him look healthy and fresh, and he smiled at her as he unbuttoned his pants. Karen began to undress as fast as she could, her eyes never leaving Doctor Ricks’ body. She didn’t even feel self-conscious of her extra weight, and stripped her clothes off with abandon. Steven had a way of making her feel desired, sexy even, and she couldn’t wait to feel his skin against hers.