Sex Therapist

Ericka, a devoted wife, seeks the help of a renowned sex therapist, Jared, to rekindle the spark in her marriage. As she opens up to Jared, she finds herself increasingly attracted to him. However, Jared is not one to take advantage of his client's vulnerability, and their sessions remain strictly professional for a little time. As Ericka's relationship with Jared deepens, she becomes unaware of the web of deceit that her husband Marco has woven. Unbeknownst to her, Marco has impregnated another woman, leaving Ericka to believe that she is the only one struggling with the weight of their marital issues and her own transgressions. The story takes a shocking twist when Ericka and Jared find themselves in a passionate, forbidden love affair. As their connection intensifies, Ericka must confront her feelings for Jared and decide whether to betray Marco or fight for her marriage. ________________________________________ ⚠️⚠️Warning 21+⚠️⚠️ This book contains explicit content with numerous sexual scenes. Please be advised that the material within these pages may not be suitable for all audiences due to its mature nature. These scenes may evoke strong emotions or feelings and could potentially be triggering for some individuals. It is essential to approach this book with a sense of awareness and respect for your own boundaries and those of others. I value the diverse perspectives of my readers and wish to create an environment that fosters understanding and respect. Thank you for your cooperation and understanding, and I hope you enjoy your reading experience. ________________________________________ Also English is not my first language, so please correct me if I'm wrong with the grammars, thank you!

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Chapter 3: Getting help

Jared's POV

This woman is a goddess, with those captivating doe eyes, those luscious lips, and that body. That body is calling me. I can't help but wonder what could have led her to seek help from a sex therapist.

"You may take a seat, Mrs. Wilson."

She nervously took a seat, and I saw how her skirt rode up and had a little peak in her white undies. I saw her gulp and push her skirt back down again.

"So, Mrs.Wilson,why are you here?"

I saw her tense a little bit, and I spoke again before she could

"I don't judge Mrs. Wilson, so feel free to say what's on your mind."

"I think I have a problem when I'm having an intercourse with my husband."

I hum.

"My husband and I have been married for almost one year now, and ever since our marriage, I haven't gotten to cum, or more like, I can't cum." She looked down.

"What do you mean you can't cum, Mrs.Wilson?" I ask her.

"It's just that whenever we had sex, I faked it; I faked everything; I made it look like I'm enjoying it, but I didn't. I tried many times, but it didn't work.".

"What makes you think that you are the problem, Mrs.Wilson?"

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Ericka's POV

Honestly, I know that I'm not the problem here; I just keep convincing myself that I am, because I don't want to feel guilty when I'm pretending it with my husband.

"Cause I don't feel anything when we're doing it?"

"That's not make you a problem, Mrs.Wilson. Are you and your husband sexually active?"

"No, we're not Mr.Wade because he's too busy with his work and always out of the country. We almost rarely have time with each other, and when we do,it's not that good." I answered.

"Hmm I see" Mr.Wade said while nodding.

"What kind of positions you two do?"

"Missionary Mr.Wade"

"And?"

"Only Missionary" as I looked down.

"Why?"

"Because he doesn't want to try something different,I always insist on him that we must try and explore new things, but he doesn't want to," I irritatedly said.

"How about eye contacts?"

"He always looked away."

"Okay, I understand now, Mrs. Wilson. That's all for today. Thank you for sharing this with me, but please understand that we'll take this slow and be back again on Wednesday for further discussion." He said while standing up on his chair and damn I can see his muscles ready to pop out on his suit.

"Thank you too, Mr. Wade," I bowed.

I saw him look at my cleavage, and I swear that I saw him smirk before I turned around to leave.

I hurry out of the room 'cause I'm feeling kinda weird, like there's some awkward attraction between me and Mr. Wade, but that's not cool since I'm married.

Pull yourself together ericka.

Your gift is the motivation for me to keep going!

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