On the Couch

To her though, it was all about their sexual chemistry. She simply…wanted him. Little things he did sent electric sparks through her.

When he’d guide her to the couch, he always put a hand on her back. Sometimes during their sessions, he’d reach out to hold her hand or reassuringly pat her shoulder. Every time he touched her, she melted.

Then there was the way he talked about her. He always knew the right moment to fit an uplifting compliment into what he was saying. When he called her “a beautiful young woman” she felt so desirable.

Objectively, she knew she should have been upset about such things. There were times that he had gone right to the border with flirting. Yet, nothing untowards had happened between them and she always liked it. So she never told him to remove his hand when he touched her. She never did anything but thank him when he complimented her.

Sometimes, she even tried to pick out outfits for their appointments that she thought he’d like. When she did, he always seemed to notice and comment how good she looked that day.

The moment she’d said it, Kaori put her hands to her mouth. She hadn’t realized before what an audacious thing she was saying. A series of sheepish apologies followed in rapidfire. Of course, she’d never even thought about cheating on you with him. Just because she liked the little flirting didn’t mean she would have ever done anything behind your back. She liked to see him smile at her. There was something magnetic about it. That was all.

It was only now, with permission to consider it, that she was even bringing it up. This was her chance to explore these feelings without betraying her beloved {if Male = true}husband{endif}{if Female = true}wife{endif}.

Ultimately, if she had to distill her feelings for him simply, it would be this. He was the man with all the answers. Naturally she trusted him. Even felt safe with him in a way that she felt towards few others. So if she was going to seek someone else’s bed, it was naturally going to be with someone else who she felt comfortable around. Surely that was understandable, right?