Yes

"That's probably a good idea," you said, "I don't know what our next step should be."

"I'll set it up," she said, "and I'll call HR first thing tomorrow."

The two of you laid down a while later and you fell asleep wrapped around her like any other night. You both woke up late the next morning still wrapped around each other.

"I miss waking up like this," said Whitney.

"It is nice that you don't have to run out," you said.

If this had been another morning you would have kissed her and maybe tried to wake her up with your tongue, but right now you weren't ready.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said, "then I'll make us breakfast."

"I can-" you started but she put her hand to your mouth.

"Let me take care of you," she said.

You acquiesced and laid back down as Whitney went and showered. Normally if you were both off it would have been cause for a lot of sex or maybe something fun out in the world but you had no idea what today would hold.

Whitney returned a short while later, nothing but a towel wrapped around her. She was truly beautiful and normally just seeing her like this would have been enough for you but any desire you felt was matched with betrayal. Whitney noticed your eyes on her and smirked.

"Want me to drop the towel?" she asked.

"I'll," you hesitated looking her over, "be in the shower."

"Oh," she said suddenly deflated, "ok."

You showered and made you way to the kitchen where Whitney was waiting, "I made an appointment for this afternoon," she said, "and I spoke to HR, it's done."

That afternoon you sat in the waiting room with your wife. She held your hand as you looked around trying to keep your head from spinning. The girl at the desk blew a large bubble with her bubblegum which popped loudly. You looked over her voluptuous form and she winked at you as she saw you. You never looked at another woman like that but now you were finding yourself more drawn to this stranger than you had Whitney this morning.

"Mr. and Mrs. Henry," said the secretary, "Dr. Barber is ready for you."

The waiting room had been jarring enough, now you found yourself on the couch with Whitney looking at the counselor, a fit, dark haired woman with thick glasses and piercing blue eyes.

"So loves," said Dr. Barber, "what brings you in today."

You and Whitney looked at each other but neither spoke.

"Ladies first," said Dr. Barber.

"Well," said Whitney, "the thing is, I, well, I."

"Spit it out girl," said Dr. Barber.

"I cheated on my husband," she said seemingly still shocked by her own actions.

"Well," said Dr. Barber, "I must say I'm surprised, he found out but still wanted to come here with you, you're a lucky woman. Burt," she said turning to you, "how are you feeling?"

"Hurt," you admitted.

"Of course you are," said Dr. Barber, and why wouldn't you. Since you found out, have you found yourself attracted to your wife?"

"No," you admitted as Whitney's face sank.

"Understandable," said Dr. Barber, "well there are a couple courses of action I recommend to couples in this situation. Whitney, why did you cheat?"

"What?" asked Whitney.

"I'm going to need you to drop the sad puppy routine," said Dr. Barber, "you did this, so why? Your husband is handsome and is clearly devoted to you, is he bad in bed?"

"No," said Whitney, "no he's actually better than..." she trailed off.

"Well then what was it," asked Dr. Barber, "did you want to hurt him?"

"No," said Whitney.

"Well then I can't help you if you won't be honest," said Dr. Barber getting to her feet.

"No please," said Whitney.

"Then spit it out," snapped Dr. Barber.

"I liked the power play," said Whitney solemnly.

"There," said Dr. Barber returning to her seat, "that makes sense and it's something we can work on. Burt, as a teacher you can't make a lot."

"No," you admitted feeling a little deflated about your job for the first time ever.

"Don't be glum," said Dr. Barber, "teaching is a noble profession and besides there are multiple forms of power. You clearly work out so you must be stronger than your wife."

"He is," said Whitney.

"Well that's power," said Dr. Barber, "there's also given power, a power based relationship. I think this will help me narrow down my options for you."

She scribbled on her pad for a bit, "the first option is free use, do you know what that is?"

"No," you and your wife admitted in unison.

"I usually recommend it to couples where the husband is always horny but its also a good way to take a cheating harlot down a peg," the counselor glared through your wife with those last words," basically when you're home, your husband can have you whenever, however he wants."

"So I'm just a sex object? asked Whitney a little offended.

"When Burt wants it," said Dr. Barber, "it doesn't have to be pump and dump but if that's what he wants."

You could tell Whitney wasn't too keen so you decided to move the conversation along, "what are some other options?"

"Well there's brat play," said Dr. Barber, "probably perfect for reigning her in."

"I'm not a brat," said Whitney.

"You cheated on your husband with a man you hate," said Dr. Barber, "what would you call yourself? Burt would set the rules for your relationship and be able to punish you as he sees fit."

"I guess I deserve some punishment," said Whitney who seemed actually aroused by what was being suggested.

"There's also a dom sub relationship," said Dr. Barber, "it wouldn't have to be every time you're intimate but I would recommend at least once a week you let Burt be the dom, he gets to be rough with you, verbally, physically and you just have to take it," now Dr. Barber seemed to be getting excited.

"That does sound kinda hot," said Whitney.

Was the temperature rising in this office because you were starting to sweat.

"There are more," Dr. Barber paused seemingly choosing her words, "unconventional methods."

"Anything is worth at least hearing," you said.

"Well there's wife swapping if you're willing to let her whore flag fly," said Dr. Barber, "the two of you would pick another couple or couples and trade spouses, that way you're expanding the marriage but you're both doing it."

She let that ruminate for a minute before continuing, " the other option, and I'm honestly not sure you're right for it because it requires trust is having an open relationship but depending on the couple it can lead to partners feeling undervalued if not practiced properly."

Neither of you responded and Dr. Barber continued, "there's also something called cuckquean."

"What's that?" asked Whitney.

"You let him fuck whoever he wants," said Dr. Barber, "and you watch, or hear about it."

Whitney seemed floored by how rude Dr. Barber seemed to be to her.

"Now before we decide there is one last problem to address," said Dr. Barber," Burt's cock is mad at you, we need to get him to a place where he wants you again."

"I want that," said Whitney.

"Yes but how do we get Burt there," said Dr. Barber, "there's the loving way, that could take a while, basically try to start things and when he's ready it will happen. Then there's a faster way I find works sometimes and another fast way, but no every couple is ready for it."

"What's the faster way?" asked Whitney.

"Let him hatefuck you," said Dr. Barber with a devilish grin.

"That's a bit much," you said.

"I mean," said Whitney blushing, "we could try."

"The other way?" you asked.

"Fuck someone else," said Dr. Barber, "then you're both guilty."

You and Whitney sat in silence for a while.

"I love you Burt," said Whitney, "whatever you choose, I'm with you."