Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 01 Pt. 01

I confess some of my excitement about this meeting was stymied by the revelation that I wasn't gonna be making any more progress today. In the same way he kinda shut down in terms of giving me nothing to work with in terms of detail or honesty, my excitement shut down as the rest of the appointment went more by the book. We kept chatting, of course, but he kept playing it totally safe, speaking highly of his wife at every opportunity. Even when I tried veering the conversation back towards his sex life with Annie, he'd just say that they had a great sex life, a sudden upgrade from what he'd said earlier. Sensing I wasn't gonna get any progress, I took the first opportunity I could find to call it a wrap.

"Okay, Eddie," I said with a grin, closing my notebook and setting down my pen. "I think that's about all our time." That was a lie. We had about 15 minutes left, but seeing how things weren't going anywhere, I thought it best to just end it now and regroup with a new plan later.

"Oh! Okay," he said, sitting up, seemingly surprised that the session was already over. Surprised, but happy to be done with this.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked with a smile.

"Uh... not too bad," he said with a nod. "Maybe a few rocky moments in the middle there, but I got through it, I think," he replied with a small smirk.

"Maybe next time," I teased with a grin, standing up, guiding him to do the same.

We made small talk as I led him back towards the lobby. Nothing worth mentioning, but I kept my professionality up as I did so, opening the door at the end of the hall, revealing him to the only person waiting, Annie. As soon as we appeared, she smiled happily.

"Hey, how'd it go?" she said, bopping up and hugging Eddie.

"Not too bad," he replied. I stayed back and smiled at the couple as they talked. As they said their goodbyes and headed out, Annie looked at me and gave me a hopeful smile, which I returned. As soon as they were out the door, I turned to Ashley to tell her not to disturb me till my next patient arrived. As I closed the door to the lobby, I finally let my façade drop, my professional smile fading into an annoyed sneer. Walking quickly back to my office, I closed that door firmly behind me before fully letting loose.

"Fuck! God dammit..." I growled angrily. I walked around in a small circle, not knowing what else to do to vent my frustration.

I had blown it. I'd come on too strong, making him retreat into a shell. Fuck! I was good at my job, but I'd never actually made a deliberate attempt at seducing a patient. Honestly, I'd never really gone out of my way to seduce any man. Benefits of being an introverted bookworm for most of my life. Sure, I'd had relationships, but I was never the instigator for any of them. And it showed. Fuck... Gina would have never blown it as badly as I did here. I'd started out pretty good, building a good rapport with him, but I got sloppy, impatient, pushing too hard. If I'd been more in control, more elegant, I could have had him on the hook already. Maybe not balls deep inside me, but well on his way. I could have at the very least staked out a starring role in his deepest darkest sexual fantasies. He was very clearly intrigued by my job... it wasn't a long path from curiosity to fetishization. Damn... I could have really done something here today. But, at least at this point, I would only be rendered an afterthought, a strange encounter in an otherwise normal day.

Fuck.

I caught a glimpse at my own reflection, and the sight only added to my frustration. All this work, dressing up... all for nothing. He didn't once let his eyes check me out on a physical level. At best, he noticed that I was far younger and prettier than he might have expected. But that wasn't enough. He didn't notice that I had a top-shelf, juicy ass. He didn't notice that I had massive tits. He didn't even steal one glimpse at my tastefully exposed hint of cleavage. Fuck! I wore this really sexy bra, and this ever so slightly see-through top, and he didn't even notice my boobs at all. He didn't notice anything. It was all too subtle. Too understated. And because of that, he didn't put together that I fit the role of his dream woman to perfection.

What a good husband he was.

It was true. Damn, if Annie didn't strike gold with this one. A man who had seemingly devoted himself to her when he could be doing so much better. Perhaps it was typical male obliviousness, or maybe it was true blue undying loyalty to his wedded wife, but it seemed like he only had eyes for her.

But... maybe not.

There were vulnerabilities, for sure. He'd reacted very negatively when I brought up his past sexual adventures, and the girls he used to go for. His eagerness to tow the company line and try to change the conversation let me know there was something there that set off hit his fight-or-flight alarm. Either an event from his past that he wasn't exactly proud of that he didn't want me discovering, or maybe... maybe those immature desires that were supposedly in his past weren't so in the past. Perhaps he still very much appreciated those gorgeous, dark-haired girls with a round firm ass and massive, round tits. Perhaps he still struggled with that desire.

Was my thesis statement correct? That those high school/college tastes really dictate what types you go for in the future?

It could be. Maybe he was doing his best to stifle those feelings to ensure his marriage to Annie stays on the straight and narrow. Perhaps by bringing this up, I'd touched a nerve. A deep fear of cheating. Of succumbing to those shameful desires that he still very much had. All men had desires. It was naïve to claim otherwise.

Eddie hadn't even tried to dissuade my earlier proclamation... that boy was smashing pussy back in high school. No doubt. Perhaps he felt ashamed of how much fun he got to have. How easy it was for him. Maybe he'd had it drilled into his head so many times that you're supposed to feel bad about such things that guilt had taken hold. Maybe to convince himself he had grown beyond those feelings, he looked for a girl the opposite of his type: the slim, blonde Annie. He was ashamed for liking the type of sex those gorgeous busty women provided, because he'd been convinced he wasn't supposed to enjoy it as much as he did. So, he suppressed those feelings, buried them under concrete, convincing himself that a girl like Annie was enough for him when she so clearly wasn't.

But his true feelings did bleed through in some ways. His sex life was "good". "Fine." Said without much thought, it told me everything I needed to know. No sheepish admissions that he was getting ridden every day like the prized stud he was. Not even trying to pretend he was getting his mind blown every night like he so deserved.

Maybe his feelings bled through in other ways, in a manner that his wife was picking up on, perhaps even subconsciously. The way he would interact with other women with an easy chemistry that almost came naturally to him. Maybe the stray comment here and there that Annie picked up on. Perhaps he would even cast the occasional wayward glance at a pretty creature without even knowing he did it. Those old feelings rising to the surface for just a moment. Not obvious enough for him to realize he was doing it, but enough to cement the idea in Annie's mind that his true desires might be elsewhere.

So perhaps it wasn't all a loss. I'd gained a lot of valuable intel. The problem was he'd walked out the door with me barely leaving a mark on him, and he had zero incentive to come back, no incentive to think twice about me. How do I lure him back? How do I get in his head? How do I make him notice that the doctor he was so nervous about meeting was in fact the heavily-breasted brunette of his dreams?

The subtle approach was out. I'd tried keeping it subtle, but perhaps for some, a more blunt approach was best. Maybe if I'd been defter in my handling of him here, the subtle approach could have worked. I could have slowly and elegantly wormed my way into his head, into his fantasies, but it was too late for that. That approach was out the window. The delicate needle had failed to make a wound, and now I needed a cannonball to get the job done. Not my preferred method of attack, but it was the only method I had at this point. I needed to make him see me for what I was, and give him no room to mistake it. He'd seemed intrigued by me and my profession, and how my job affected my personal life. Maybe I need to give him a good glimpse of that... really catch his interest. But how do I make any headway when I had neither the ability nor an excuse to see him again?

And then I remembered... I still had a meeting with Annie coming up tomorrow, where we'd discuss my findings about Eddie after our meeting. Yes... yes.

I could make this work.

***********

(One Day Later)

"So, I'm excited to hear about how the appointment with Eddie went. I've been thinking about it all day," Annie said as soon as she sat down in my office. "Nervous... but excited."

She was dressed cutely, a comfortable t-shirt and a knit, knee-length dress, her golden hair flowing past her shoulders, and an effervescent smile on her face. For a moment, I was struck, realizing that this must be what Eddie sees when he looks at her. She really did look great today. But then I remembered why I was here. I had important work to do. For the sake of science, I had to get Annie's husband's big fat cock inside my tight wet pussy. For the sake of scientific progress, I had to convince him to betray his wife and squeeze my big boobs.

I had to stick to the plan.

"Well..." I began, settling down into my chair. "The good news is that I don't believe your husband is looking to cheat on you. I have no doubt he's very much in love with you." At this, she smiled brilliantly, clearly relieved to hear this from a trusted source.

"Oh, my goodness, that's great news!" she said, exhaling as she calmed her nerves. I held up my hand, warning her not to get too excited.

"That being said," I resumed. "It's very clear to me upon talking to him that he seems a bit walled-off about his sexual history, letting me know he may have a few hang-ups or... regrets... that he hasn't quite resolved yet."

"Okay..." she said, nodding. "Like what?"

"I dunno, he didn't really want to get into it," I replied. "If I had to speculate, he has stuff in the past he isn't proud of."

"That's okay. Everyone has a history..." she replied fairly. But she couldn't help but ask. "What do you think it is?"

"Well, as I said, anything I say will be complete speculation. Perhaps he was young and dumb and regrets some of his past decision making when it came to choosing sexual partners. Perhaps he regrets spending all those years having fun with all those beautiful, fit, big-breasted girls when he should have been pursuing women of substance. Perhaps..." I was then interrupted.

"Did he say that?" she said, suddenly looking worried. Based on our many previous conversations, she'd always been very self-conscious about her cup-size, specifically her lack thereof. She'd said that whenever she made a comment about her small breast-size to Eddie, he never seemed to have an opinion either way, but my stray comment might have proved differently.

"I... well..." I stammered uncharacteristically, as if I'd said too much. Regathering myself, I answered calmly. "As I said, this is all speculation."

"Right..." she said, looking away, her mind elsewhere. I barely contained a grin at this. I added this reaction to my notes, as well as one other thing she didn't look at, namely my chest. It was as if she didn't fully register that I was the opposite of her in that sense, one of those big-breasted girls she wished she could be. I was more covered up than the day before, fully buttoned-up and reserved and professional. The subtle, understated approach was definitely the correct approach with women like her, married women with fears that their hubbies would cheat on them. If they sensed a threat, they would register it, even in a trusted friend. It was best to keep them in the dark, not let them think twice about me.

She didn't see me as anything else than what I was. A doctor. A mentor. She didn't see me as a threat. She didn't view me as a rival. She had no idea the danger to her marriage was right in front of her. Not the type of blatant, upfront, bludgeoning threat that probably kept her up at night. No, I was a far more dangerous predator...

"And, secondly..." I resumed. "While your husband is by no means seeking an affair, or revisiting his past, or anything like that... I'm sure there are plenty of women out there who don't feel the same way. Who would love nothing more than to slip between the sheets with him, ring on his finger be damned."

Annie's face clearly dropped at hearing this. I let her stew in this feeling for a few moments before responding.

"Annie..." I said, leaning forwards and smiling. "This isn't news. It's just the cost of having such a handsome hubby!"

She laughed as this comment took some of the sting out of her sudden pangs of fear that my previous comments had caused.

"Right..." she said, smiling and laughing, but not with quite as much vigor as she might have had earlier. "He is really good-looking, right?" she asked with a small but proud smile, looking at me like an older sister. Keeping up a professional tone, I replied.

"You did very well, Annie," I told her.

"But... that's the whole thing. That's why I'm here, seeing you," Annie replied. "I know I struck gold with Eddie, but I'm afraid other girls know it too."

"Well, there's not much you can do to make your husband less attractive," I joked, making her laugh again. "But, in truth, nothing's really changed. You might view some of this as good news, some of it as bad news. But... as you know, getting married doesn't mean you can just stop trying. Marriage is hard work. You have to keep working and keep reminding each other why you pledged yourselves to each other fully, for the rest of your lives. That's the foundation of a marriage, what makes it strong, and it helps it protect against outside threats. There's always gonna be some other woman out there, strutting her stuff in booty shorts and a low cut top. But despite what you see on TV or read on the internet, most marriages built on a solid foundation can withstand the worst of the storms." From experience, this was a lie. Matt and Jenny had strong marriage, but not strong enough to withstand Hurricane Gina. "So, I'm gonna tell you the same things I've always told you. Focus on making your marriage stronger, do what you can to push those fears to the side, and things will go wonderfully."

"I feel like I do that, but those fears are still there," Annie replied.

"Well, change it up. Do something spontaneous," I suggested. "Like, I don't know... cook a wonderful dinner for him."

"I don't cook well," Annie said, rolling her eyes. "Eddie's better at it than I am."

"Well, you just gotta try," I said with a smile. "I tell you what... when do you go grocery shopping?"

"Uh, Tuesdays, but... I don't do the shopping, Eddie does," Annie replied.

"Well, okay... go out on a Friday, pick up some stuff you know he likes, surprise him, and cook him up something special," I said. She seemed unconvinced. "It might not turn out good, but it's the effort that matters. He'll love seeing you try."

"I don't know..." she said, falling back.

"Well, that's your assignment. Do something spontaneous. Cook for him. If you don't like that, do something else. Come back here next week and tell me about something you did to strengthen the foundation of your marriage. Okay?" She looked at me and glanced away, shaking her head. Finally, she looked back at me as I stared right at her, meeting my stare.

"Fine," she relented. I grinned.

All in all, a successful appointment, at least for what I had planned. I'd somehow, while giving Annie the good news that he wasn't likely to cheat, made her feel worse and more self-conscious than she did before. Those feelings would rise despite her best efforts, and Eddie would no doubt pick up on them. Annie was gonna do the work for me. Her insecurity would weaken the very strong marriage she was trying to protect, allowing me to swoop in and fully tear it apart.

And I'd also gained the most valuable piece of information yet.

Eddie goes grocery shopping on Tuesdays.

************

(Eddie)

Reaching across the meat counter to grab the wrapped-up chicken breasts being handed to me by the woman working there, I tossed it into my cart and began moving towards the registers.

Unlike some, I really enjoyed going grocery shopping. With my growing enjoyment of cooking, I would sometimes just take my time and saunter around, trying to come up with fresh ideas for meals. I didn't quite enjoy it as much when shopping at the big box grocery stores, but some of the smaller, more specialized places were like a wonderland to me, so many items that were so new and foreign to me, a world for me to sample. Then this new place opened up, Green Gourmet, which was the size of the big box stores, but with none of the big brands. This isn't a commercial for them, I promise, but it was exactly what I was looking for. Varied, good quality stuff. Ever since they opened, I almost got excited to go shopping, just to wander the aisles. I didn't use to be so into food. When I was younger, I didn't exactly have a refined pallet. Pizza, burgers, beer, fast food. But as you grow and evolve and mature, your tastes change.

A lot of things change...

My conversation with Dr. White came flooding back, as did its aftermath. Not that it went poorly. It went... fine. I'd been a bit nervous going into it, I admit, and it mostly went well. But, as she was doing her job, she started to poke at some scabs of mine that had long been healed over. Not that I am mad about her for that, I understand that's what she's there to do. But it did bring up a few things I thought best left in the past.

Well... okay, so I'll lay it all out. I was pretty popular with girls back when I was younger. Like... really popular. Being a young, good looking guy who kept in shape and was on the soccer team, I caught the eye of plenty of girls. So, I... indulged. Being young and dumb and naïve, I didn't think twice about it. Not that having an active sex life was a bad thing for people that age. I wasn't being prudish about that. It was just... to paraphrase from that dinosaur movie. Just because you could do something doesn't mean you should.

At first, it was great. I was just enjoying the ride. I didn't really even have to put in any work, to be honest. Pretty girls seemed to be eager to date me, and I wasn't about to say no. We went on dates, we made out, we... we had sex. And it was fun. A lot of fun. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. And as I told Dr. White, I wasn't exactly discriminating in my choices, in the sense of not really looking for deeper qualities in these girls beyond the superficial. As bad as it sounds, all that really mattered was if I found them hot. And I always did, because they were all really fucking hot.

Being a fit, decently popular guy, I was lucky to get a fair amount of attention. Being eager and naïve, I was just excited to be getting noticed. I couldn't help what type of girls a guy like me attracted, the type that seemed more, uh... eager for action... than most. I couldn't help that I ended up dating some of the hottest girls in our grade. I couldn't help that the girls with the juiciest asses in our year seemed eager to plant them in my lap. I couldn't help the fact that the girls with the biggest breasts in our class seemed to flock to me. It wasn't by design or some grand plan of mine. It just happened.