Imagine Lynn

"Imagine that instead of taking your wife out to dinner, you took me out to dinner," she said, smiling wider. She began running her hand up my thigh again, which felt good. It wasn't hard to imagine taking Lynn out to dinner, since she was so attractive. It felt a little weird, though, since I was married to Jane. I told Lynn both things.

"It's good that it's easy to imagine," she said, smiling. "That will really help. And don't worry about being married right now, just imagine you're taking me on a date. It's all just a thought experiment, not real life." I smiled and nodded. It wasn't hard, and I was glad imagining it made the therapy session easier.

"Do you think we'd have fun on our date?" Lynn asked, still running her hand up and down my thigh. I thought we would. I enjoyed spending time with her, and was very attracted to her. I told her so.

"Good," she said. "Now let's go through the rest of the scenario. Imagine taking me home after a romantic dinner, undressing me..." she said, and began to pull up her dress, grinning.

I ogled her openly as she pulled it off and discarded it on the floor. She turned around. "Imagine peeling off these panties..." she teased.

She dropped her panties, and then her bra, to the floor, and strode over to me. She sat down on my lap and began to grind against me. "Imagine taking me to bed," she whispered into my ear, "shoving this big dick inside me, fucking me over and over until I can't take it anymore. Imagine sucking on these huge tits while I ride you," she said, offering her tits to me as she ground her moist pussy on my lap.

As she let them fall on my face, she drew my head in to suck on one of her nipples. I took it gratefully. "Imagine making this wet pussy yours, and cumming deep inside me," she said, and I could imagine it vividly.

"Now tell me," she said, still whispering in my ear. "How did that feel?"

It felt amazing. It still felt amazing. I was so turned on I could barely function, even in this hypnotized state. I told her so.

"Wow," she said, huskily, still grinding on me. "That sounds a lot better than 'very nice.'" I moaned and nodded.

"So," she said, "You'd rather date me than your wife." Wait, no, that didn't sound right. I should rather date my wife, not my therapist. I was confused, and told her so.

"Don't worry about what you should feel," Lynn said, smiling, still grinding her naked body against me. I stopped worrying; I didn't want to worry. I wanted to focus on how Lynn felt against me. "For this therapy session, just tell me how you actually do feel. And you *do* feel that you'd rather date me than your wife," she said, with a bit more of a command in her voice.

I nodded.

"Now, say it out loud," she said.

"I'd rather date you than my wife," I said. It felt good to say it. The imaginary date had been much hotter. And Lynn grinding on me felt so hot. Much better than when I imagined the date with Jane.

She smiled, and began kissing me as she ground on me. Not the European-style kiss like before; a full, open-mouth makeout session. I felt so lucky to have a therapist like Lynn. After a minute or so, she stopped kissing me, and looked me in the eyes.

"You want to fuck me," she said.

"Yes," I moaned.

"You want to date me," she said.

"I do," I said back.

"You want me to be your girlfriend."

As I thought about it, of course it made sense. If we were dating and fucking, in this thought experiment she would be my girlfriend. "Yes," I moaned back, as she kept grinding her increasingly wet pussy against my crotch.

This time, she moaned. "You know, darling," she whispered, "It's not often that an older woman like me gets such a young, hot man like you as a patient," she said. "One that wants to fuck her, to make her his girlfriend, who can't stop thinking about her and jacks off to her after their sessions." I nodded; I felt and had done all of those things. "It makes me very happy," she said, and I was happy that she was happy. "I think we should make the best of this," she said, and I agreed, although I didn't know what that was. I'm sure Lynn did.

"Now, I think it's time for this to come to an end," she said, and got off me. "This is hardly appropriate while I'm your therapist." Again I was disappointed, but I suppose that made sense. She couldn't be my girlfriend if she was also my therapist. And since she was my therapist, we had to stop. "Now when you wake up, you won't remember this, of course," she said, and sadly I knew I wouldn't: I wouldn't remember any of the naked images of Lynn, as hard as I tried to burn them into my memory. "But I do want you to remember three things," she continued.

"First, I want you to remember how you'd rather date me than your wife, and how you want me to be your girlfriend. And second, since I want to help you, I want you not to be worried around me: whenever I say the words 'don't worry,' you'll relax and stop worrying about whatever you're worried about." I nodded. These made sense. It was so great that Lynn wanted to help me so much. And it was definitely important to remember our breakthroughs we'd made about my relationship issues: wanting to date Lynn definitely would pose a relationship problem.

"And third, darling, this might feel a little strange, but to best help you I want us to have a little codeword. A little phrase I can use to help you make important realizations," she said. I guess that made sense; it was important for a therapist to help a patient make realizations about their life. And she'd help me make a lot of realizations I wouldn't have come to otherwise. Also, I liked how she kept calling me darling; it seemed almost like she was my girlfriend, which I now knew was what I wanted, even though it wasn't possible since she was my therapist. "So whenever I make a statement about you and then end it with the special phrase 'don't you?' You'll think about what I just said and realize you agree."

She was right, that was a weird idea. "You trust me, don't you?" she said, and I realized I did. The phrase made sense, and it really did help me trust her. I nodded. This would work.

"Alright," she said, and began putting her clothes back on. Once she was dressed, she took out her pocketwatch again and began swinging it in front of me. "Now on three, you'll wake up. One, two..."