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"I completely understand," I said, embarrassed. "I —"

Lynn cut me off, smiling. "Don't worry," she said, rubbing my knee again, and almost instantly I felt a wave of calm wash over me. God, it was incredible how every word that came out of that luscious mouth — I should stop daydreaming about her lips.

"It's very common," she continued, "a few years in, for men or women to discover they have some different... desires they want to experiment with. And while it does sometimes lead to a fling, it's usually not marriage-ending. In fact, sometimes it can be good to just get it out of your system."

I nodded.

"And I have to admit I was a little flattered when you told me how much you fantasized about these," she said, hooking a finger into her neckline and pulling it down slightly. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Relax!" she laughed, smacking my knee, "I mean, you've told me plenty about them, you don't have to be embarrassed. Don't worry."

I laughed; she was right, after all. "The cat's out of the bag, I guess" I said. She leaned forward for a moment, giving me a better look, still with her one hooked finger pulling her top down slightly; then she leaned back and laughed again. "You should see your face," she said, chuckling. "Like a kid watching a jar of cookies." I laughed a bit too; she'd really gotten me.

"I can't say I'm used to getting this much attention from hunky young men your age," she said. She looked at me and shook her head, smiling. "God, you really want to just bend me over and take me right now, don't you?"

Just imagining that made my dick jump in salute. "Uh," I said sheepishly. "I mean, I guess I've already admitted it, huh?"

She shook her head, chuckling. "You're bad," she said, in a voice that made it clear she didn't mind. "Okay," she sighed, "If you're this intent on dating me on the side for a little while, I guess if I'm not helping you as your therapist, I could maybe help you in a... Different way. Help get this out of your system a bit," she said, winking.

Oh my god. Was Lynn really willing to go along with this? This wasn't what I'd expected at all coming into this session.

"Is that what you want?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.

I almost stumbled over myself answering. "I mean, wow, Lynn, I had no idea... I mean, yes, absolutely." She laughed again. "God you're just adorable," she said. "Alright, well we can keep meeting weekly for our 'sessions' then... Although these should probably be at night, after some dinner and some wine. Tuesdays work?" She took out her phone, punching in a calendar event.

"I mean, sure, but uh, nights, I mean, what do I..." I trailed off.

"Tell your wife?" she asked, with a smile. "Just tell her you're seeing a therapist. I mean, I am a therapist, so it's true." She grinned. That... made sense, I supposed, as alibis go. "Maybe just don't tell her how much of the therapist you're getting to see, and in what positions." I cracked up a little at her joke.

"Alright, now shoo," she said, still smiling. "As much as I'd love to spend some quality time with you right now, I've got another client coming in after you. I'll see you Tuesday?"

I nodded. "See you Tuesday," I said, smiling back. I got up, and she came in for our customary goodbye. I was momentarily awkward — would this be the ordinary European-style peck on the cheek? Would this be something more now?

She noticed my confusion as she leaned in. She batted her eyes flirtatiously. "I think we can kiss a bit differently now that we're dating, don't you?" She tilted her head up and parted her lips slightly.

I leaned in and open-mouth kissed her, passionately. We made out for a few minutes.

Finally as we parted, she ran a hand down towards my pants and grabbed my hard dick. "Mm," she said, "Can't wait to get to know this guy better."

I kissed her again, grabbing her ass. "Can't wait to get to know this either," I said, with a grin.

"See you Tuesday," she said, clearly not minding where my hand was.

"See you Tuesday."

I walked out on cloud nine.