A few weeks later, someone knocked on my office door.
“Hello?” I said as I opened the door, but suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine.
“Won’t you invite me in, Doctor?” Cynthia asked, standing at my door in a sexy black dress with a slit up her thigh. Her flirtatious look caught me off guard and made my mouth water.
I stepped aside and let her in. She shut and locked the door behind her. I saw she had a laptop.
“Um, Abena?” I asked, still pretending not to know who she was.
She said sharply, “It’s part of our meeting, and you know that’s not my name,” as she put the laptop down in my office.
“I know who you are, Cynthia,” I said. “We didn’t schedule another session.” But I wasn’t going to send her away.
She whispered close, “Should I go?” while fidgeting with my shirt buttons.
“No, I don’t. I didn’t think I’d see you again,” I said out of breath. “How are you and your husband?” I immediately regretted asking.
Cynthia smiled and kissed my cheek, and I could still feel her lips after she moved away. “You’re sweet. He’s part of why I’m here. I talked to him like you said.”
“And?” I asked as she moved away and set up her laptop. I wondered if her husband was about to yell at me through a video call.
“We talked, and he feels the same way I do. We both know we love each other and have grown apart due to work and other things. But we still want to make it work.”
“Okay,” I said, thinking I understood, but I also saw that while talking to me, she turned on her webcam.
“We’ve decided that it’s best for us to have an open sexual relationship. We can be with anyone we choose, but there’s a condition.”
I said, “Go on,” crossing my arms.
She said, returning to me with the recording light on, “When we find someone, we record it and send it to the other person. I was hoping you’d be the first to agree. We need to get your permission on video, too, for everyone’s safety.” She’s smart.
I froze, not ready for any of this. I didn’t expect Cynthia Adebowale to suggest we have sex as part of a marriage experiment. She leaned in and kissed me softly. She was tall, and I had a pretty good height too, about an inch taller than her.
“I’m sure about this, and he’s okay with it, too. He sent me a video, so I think I should send him one back. You can keep it, but I hope you keep it private. It’s like watching something intimate with someone you love when you’re lonely. It doesn’t hurt me to see my husband with another woman; it actually makes me smile. If it were someone we knew, I think it would hurt more. It doesn’t bother me because he sends it directly to me and is open about it. It’s not a secret, it’s honesty.”
“Open relationships aren’t as rare as you think. I believe it’s okay if your loved one finds happiness and shares it with others. It’s nice that you’re willing to share, reconnect, and reignite your passion.” I paused. “Moreso, I have to keep this private because of patient confidentiality. If this video gets out, I could lose my license and face serious trouble. Plus, I wouldn’t want to get you upset,” I joked.
Cynthia kissed me again and lightly nibbled my bottom lip. She asked, “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me and have this video to watch anytime?” She kissed down my chin and licked my neck with her tongue. “And thanks for saying what you did. I don’t think you said it just to please me.”
“I’d rather fuck you if I’m being honest. I wasn’t just joking when I said that. I lifted her chin and gently kissed her.” We decided to take it slow because we wanted to make it special, especially since we were being recorded and there would be an audience. Part of me hoped Cynthia would keep the video just for herself.
As we kissed, I felt Cynthia begin to unbutton my shirt. When she finished, she took it off.
Cynthia kissed her way from my neck to my collarbone, then down to my chest, her hands moving along my stomach. She was the first woman to lick and tease my nipples like that. But her nails near my waistband and her gentle kisses down my body showed she had her own plans before I could do anything to her.
Her hands were on my thighs, with her thumbs near my zipper. I didn’t need a belt because my pants fit well. Cynthia asked from her knees, her bright eyes looking up at me, “Can I?”
I nodded and took a deep breath as Cynthia unbuttoned my shirt and slowly unzipped my pants. She said, “I’ve been thinking about this the whole ride here.” She was touching me through my underwear, with my pants open but not pulled down. “I can’t wait for my husband to see this. I love the idea of him getting turned on and jerking himself off, watching a stranger fuck me.”
My hands were in her hair as she kissed my dick. “You’re so hard,” she whispered. She kissed the tip of my dick and then wrapped her lips around it, over my clothes.
She looked at me again, licking her lips, and slowly pulled my briefs down to my ankles. “Well, hello there,” she said, that made my dick twitch. She smiled, and it twitched again. “I love how it responds,” she said, then blew cold air from my groin up to the tip, making my whole body shiver.
“Fuck, Cynthia, stop playing with me,” I said, jokingly but was a bit serious.
“Good. I don’t want things rushed. I’m paying for the whole hour, right?” she asked, looking at me with a curious smile. “I guess I’m paying you for your help in a few different ways,” I replied.
I jokingly said, “I started this business to pay off student loans, but I never thought I’d have to sell myself too.” As soon as I said it, I felt the mood shift. Maybe I should have kept quiet instead.
Cynthia paused and looked at me. “If you’re not okay with this, I won’t force you. I thought you’d enjoy it, and I wanted to thank you…”
For a moment, her eyes lingered on mine, and an unspoken tension filled the room. I could see the hesitation flicker behind her gaze, like she was weighing whether to proceed or pull back.
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