Erin is a sex therapist

Mark raised an eyebrow at the news that this gorgeous woman dressed like a porn star was his lawyer's daughter. Rosie spluttered,

"Your daughter?! Why on earth is she dressed like a...like that!"

Mr Stansen made a calming gesture, "I understand this looks confusing and alarming but please, all will be revealed. You see Erin here is a very highly qualified therapist."

"Sex therapist", she said, uncrossing her long legs to stand up. Her voice was like caramel, as she advanced on Mark's wife, "And I'm here to help your husband."

"Not dressed like that you're not!", she said, although she shrank a little at the approach of this goddess.

"Mrs Slater", she took Rosie's hands in her own and leaned forward slightly so she could look, eye to eye, with the shorter woman. Her posture and tone were both more than a little patronising, "Your husband as experienced a trauma. What he did - what he had to do - what he was **** to do by the goodness of his own heart...", she shook her head in both sadness and admiration, "...he will carry scars from that."

Every word seemed to land on Rosie and imperceptibly she was nodding.

"Your husband is a good man", she reassured Rosie, who lapped up every word as she stared into Erin's blue eyes. Mark tried not to be too obvious as he ogled Erin's inviting cleavage. In just a low cut blazer, her impressive melons were on show as she leaned forward. It was a wonder his wife was suddenly taking her so seriously as she stood before them in stripper-wear.

"He is a good man, but did the man you today in court - did he seem like the husband you remember?"

Rosie hesitated before looking from Erin, to Mark, and then back, "He...I understand why he..."

"Of course you do Rosie, because you're a good woman! You're such a good woman that you showed understanding, even as your husband masterbated onto one of his pupils!"

Mark didn't exactly appreciate Erin pointing that out - not that Rosie would forget but he didn't know what was keeping this spell of collective insanity working. Could her words break it?

"And you understand", continued Erin, "That your husband is different now. Not because of anything he did but because of what unfortunately happened to him. He's the real victim here. And we need to support him."

"We do!", nodded Rosie. Mark noticed Mr Stansen quietly slipping out of the door and closing it behind him. Evidently he was satisfied.

"We need to help him heal", said Erin. Mark's wife nodded.

"We need to soften those scars and ensure he doesn't develop more serious conditions, like PTSD"

Rosie covered her mouth in worry and, to be fair, Mark looked fairly shocked too, "Is that...is that a possibility?", the worried brunette asked.

"Definitely. You've already noticed there's some confusion about what happened on that night yes? You husband says he did nothing but in court you heard otherwise. This dual personality split is a troubling symptom that I think relates directly to being **** to **** Taylor."

"My god!", gasped Rosie.

"Yes", nodded Erin, and Mark had to wonder how she wasn't bursting into laughter. She couldn't actually believe this could she? Neither of them could surely...

"I think your husband is actually now only one part of Mark's psyche. The other was born on that night, in order to do things so that normal Mark remained unaffected. The Mark that you know, that is faithful, that continues to insist has done nothing - he co-exists with this other Mark. We call him the alpha Mark.

Alpha Mark did those things that, due to our backwards justice system, might be considered illegal. But Alpha has no regrets. Your Mark however carries the wounds of that night. To be honest, he's been doing really well with them today."

Both women turned to face him and Rosie gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Seeing Taylor, seeing me in this uniform", Erin gestured at her parody of his school's uniform, "It must be...", Erin paused and pointedly looked at his crotch, "...hard", she smirked. Rosie saw none of that as her concerned eyes were only looking at him.

"I had no idea sweetie", exclaimed Rosie, rushing to hug her husband, "I'm so sorry! I've been such a fool!"

Mark dazedly accepted the embrace, and then saw Erin, stood behind his wife, smiling at him. With both hands she lifted the hem of her tiny skirt. More of her garters and flesh came into view, beautiful golden tan skin and then-

Rosie moved to break the hug but Mark squeezed her closer, not letting go, as Erin lifted the skirt high enough to reveal her lack of underwear. Her pussy was completely bare of hair and he could see her tightly tucked in labia lips. His cock lurched in his pants hard enough that Rosie had to have felt it.

Erin dropped her skirt back into place and smoothed it as Rosie finally stepped back.

"Erin", Rosie said, looking at Mark's crotch before looking back at the therapist, "I think...I think alpha Mark is here"

"Oh?", Erin quickly stepped forward and pulled Rosie back by the arm, "You should stay back here Rosie, I need to help him. So..."

Erin stood square in front of Mark, legs should width apart. Her hands moved to the single button holding her blazer together and slowly undid it. He watched, jaw slowly dropping, as she pulled the sides of her jacket slightly apart. He could see a path of delicious skin from the top of her skirt up to her neck, her breasts still providing plenty of natural cleavage on their own.

"...what do you want to do Mark?"