Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 01 Pt. 02

Seeing no choice, my mind completely a mess, I had no strength left to hide it.

"Yes..." I admitted quietly.

"And was it because of our little run-in?" Dr. White asked softly but completely aware what the answer would be.

"Yes..." I said.

"And when you were in bed with your wife... you weren't thinking about her at all, were you?" she asked, squeezing my shoulder lightly.

"No..." I answered, shaking my head.

"You were thinking about me, weren't you?" she asked, her boobs gently sliding against my arm. I could feel the soft skin against mine.

"Yes..." I stated.

"Were you thinking of my long legs?" she asked, again squeezing my shoulder.

I nodded.

"Were you thinking of my perfect ass?" she asked, using her other hand to gently squeeze my forearm as she kept herself pressed ever so slightly against me.

"Yes..." I admitted.

"Were you thinking about my big tits?" she asked softly, the words making me shiver, my cock straining against my pants.

"Oh..." I groaned, the memory of that night seared in my brain. "Yes."

"Mmm... I'm really happy to hear that, Eddie. Really happy..." she said warmly, her quiet tone now spliced together with a somewhat airy tone I couldn't quite place. How could she take this news so well? I'd just confessed to fucking my wife while thinking about her. "This is really fabulous progress! You have no idea how good this is! We are getting you right up to where I was hoping I could get you. But I have to ask... this night imagining me and my hot body in your wife's place... did it give you more pleasure than your average night of lovemaking? Was it... better? Was I better?"

I shook my head in my hands. I didn't want to say it... but my brain was so shredded I couldn't hold back. As if rolling downhill, now that I'd begun with these truths, I couldn't stop them from coming out.

"Yes." I admitted. At this admission, Dr. White rubbed both my shoulder and my forearm appreciatively, her massive bra-clad boobs inadvertently sliding against my arm in the process. And I even thought I heard her groan, probably in disappointment, but I was so fried that I could have been hearing things. She was so close to me that her girly scent had completely infused with my system, and in the state I was in, it had my head spinning. She smelled so damn good.

"Eddie, you're doing such an amazing job," she said, rubbing my back. "Now you see my point about how strongly these qualities in women can affect you. How you will always be vulnerable to these things, no matter how much you try to distance yourself from them." She paused and kept rubbing my back. "I'm sure you've no doubt noticed that I fit the description of all those girls you used to date. Pretty... dark hair... great ass... amazing tits..." The words made me shudder as she spoke them into my ear from close proximity, and the small added bit of bite in her voice at the word 'tits' added to it. But her tone immediately resumed its soft, friendly tone. "If we had met a few years ago, I have no doubt I would have ended up another notch on your bedpost. So, it's no wonder you responded so strongly to me a couple days ago. Women like me are your weakness. If it wasn't me it would have been someone else that affected you so, so strongly. I apologize that my body incited such an intense reaction, that it made you relapse into your old way of thinking, for at least one wonderful night. But I honestly think it's for the best. These feelings are part of who you are. It's foolish to deny them. And now that they are back at the surface, we can start making some real progress."

I nodded slightly, but I was still feeling just... empty. She'd torn through my defenses and gotten me to admit to things I didn't even think were true, and I was still adjusting to the fallout. I had kept my head down as she spoke to me, a fact she quickly recognized.

"Hey..." she said warmly as I felt her move her fingers from my forearm to my chin. "Look at me." With her guidance, I sat back up and turned to look at her. I was again taken aback at the sight of her. Sitting next to me, facing me, one hand still on my shoulder, I tried to look at her smiling face. But, just... damn, it felt like her red silky top was even more open. It seemed like it was unbuttoned all the way down to her navel, and spread even farther apart. At first, I could just see her cleavage, but now, it seemed like damn near the entirety of her bra-clad breasts were on display. The black lace material struggling to contain the heavy, round, firm breasts, digging into the soft flesh ever so slightly. Jesus... they really were massive. Looking through the black lace, I swore I could see the outline of her round, smooth areolas...

I looked away again, shaking my head out of embarrassment. I heard Dr. White laugh.

"Hey, Eddie... look at me," she said, grabbing my chin again and tilting my face upwards so I was looking her in the eye. Her giant boobs were on my periphery, and if her fingers weren't holding my chin in place, I doubted I had the strength not to sneak more peeks. Hell, in my current state, I would have been downright staring. Looking into her warm, twinkling eyes, she spoke up again.

"No matter what you think... what happened on Wednesday... and what happened just now, these are all great things! Your first steps towards becoming the best version of you. Trust me when I tell you... a man who knows what he wants, who is confident in his desires and at peace with them... that's a quality that women find incredibly sexy. That's what we're working towards, and we are almost there. Do you understand?"

"Yeah..." I croaked out, nodding with my chin still between her fingers. I was somewhat confused... why should I care that I had qualities that were sexy to women? I was married. But Dr. White seemed pleased, so I opted to just nod and go along with it. I pulled myself back from her grasp, sitting up straight and rubbing my eyes with my hands. Looking at her, I was hit with the full gravity of what I'd just confessed to. I'd admitted to sexually fantasizing about Dr. White... to her face. On top of the guilt of what I'd done, I was suddenly mortified.

"Dr. White... I'm sorry. What I did... it was inappropriate, and rude. I apologize," I said, shaking my head in embarrassment. Her reaction seemed odd. Instead of being just as embarrassed as I was, she looked almost... amused. Not what I expected at all.

"Trust me, Eddie, you don't have anything to worry about. I'm not offended in the slightest," she replied, smirking, looking more like a friend who'd discovered a secret that she could hold over me rather than a woman hearing about a married man perving on her hot body.

"Still... I shouldn't have done it," I replied.

"Eddie, it's perfectly natural. And frankly, in a situation like yours... it was inevitable," Dr. White replied, still sitting next to me with her bra-clad breasts bursting out from her top. My eyes glanced down at them again before looking away, embarrassed. This made the doctor laugh. "Eddie..." she began, putting her hand on my shoulder again and squeezing it gently. "At this point, feel free to look. Don't stop yourself. Your desires are being honest to you. You just need to listen. You'll feel better that way." I nodded, exhaled deeply, and sat back.

I felt completely fried. I knew I had some stuff to deal with, but I didn't expect to come in here and admit to my wife's sex therapist that I had a sex fantasy involving her. I felt embarrassed, and mad at myself. But strangely... it did feel like a small weight was off my shoulders. Since that first meeting with Dr. White, a lot of my past had been running through my mind... it was somewhat nice to let some of this stuff out, even if doing so was slightly mortifying.

Glancing up at the clock, I was relieved to see an hour had passed. It felt like I'd just gotten in here, but then again, this whole appointment felt like an eternity. Seeing an escape, and some blessed peace for my addled mind, I voiced this news.

"Seems like time's up..." I said, leaning forward, about to stand. I was stopped by Dr. White's hand gently pushing back against my chest.

"No, no, no," she replied firmly, not letting me stand. "We just picked off this scab. I am not letting it heal over." At this, she stood up and sauntered back over to her chair, sitting back down. She made no move to do up her shirt, her massive, round, bra-clad boobs still plainly visible to me. Reaching over, she grabbed her notebook and set it in her lap. "Eddie, your feelings are raw right now. This is the exact time for them to be explored and dug into. Not a week from now. And like I told you... you're my last appointment of the day. So... let's live in this moment a little bit," she said, sitting back, grinning, knowing she had stifled my hopes for escape. I let out an annoyed, wordless sigh, knowing she had a point but frustrated nonetheless. With her giant boobs still being showcased like this, I knew I wouldn't be able to focus if this kept going.

"Dr. White, can you..." I began, gesturing with my hands to close her shirt. For a moment, she moved her hands to do so before stopping herself.

"You know, actually... I'm not gonna do that," she responded. "As soon as I started showing off my boobs, you got way more honest. The power of a nice pair of tits, am I right?" she added with a laugh. "In fact..." she began, setting her notebook on the arm of her seat and standing up. Before I realized what she was doing, she shrugged off her blazer, folding it over her chair. Then, she yanked at her top, untucking it from her skirt before taking it off, tossing it to the side. The only thing left covering her upper half was her bra, leaving the rest of her torso exposed. For the first time, I was getting a good look at her fit, slim belly, the smooth expanse of golden flesh exposed to me, punctuated by the sight of her sexy navel.

It was a strange thing to have seen so much of this woman who was ostensibly my therapist. And despite having seen so much of her in that slutty outfit a few days prior, this seemed to be an almost more shocking sight. It was one thing to see someone dressed skimpy in public, but to see someone exposed like this in a professional office was a jarring vision. But she acted as if this wasn't strange at all. She then sat down again, her massive, heavy, bra-clad breasts jiggling as she sat back down in her seat. I was taken aback by this while thing, and she clearly registered my surprise.

"It wasn't doing much anyways," she said with a smile. "And besides... it kinda leads me into our next line of discussion."

I knew she had mentioned trying some unorthodox stuff, but not in a million years did I expect this approach. But, as weird as it sounded, it had kinda worked. So, despite the distraction they provided, I trusted her like she asked me to and opted to plow ahead with this whole thing. After all the turmoil it took to get me to this point, I didn't want to have to go through it again.

"Fine," I replied. "Let's just get this all done with." She smiled.

"I'm so glad to have you on board. I know it's tough, but I'm so happy to hear we're on the same page," Dr. White said. "So, Eddie, my next question is simple... do you now want me to take my bra off?"

I felt like my heart skipped a beat.

"What?" I asked, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. Was... was she serious?

"You heard me," she replied with a straight face. "Do you want me to take off my bra? Do you want see my big, round tits in the flesh, Eddie?" she asked, letting those words hang in the air, her tone patient and calm. What the fuck? Was she serious? I didn't know what to think... what to say. Was this a test? Was this part of the therapy, or... something else? I was about to speak when she stopped me, holding up her hand. "Now, I don't want you to answer now. I'm gonna ask the question again in a few minutes, and only then do I want you to answer... truthfully. Until then, I want you to really think about it. Really, really think about it. So, when the time comes, you answer honestly. How does that sound?" she asked, her tone silky.

This... this seemed a bit extreme, to say the least. Something about this was just off, and before I could think, I had risen to my feet.

"Uh... I'm not entirely comfortable with this," I replied nervously, not sure what to make of what she'd asked, hoping she could see my discomfort. And in a flash, the look on her face changed. From no expression at all to that friendly, inquisitive look I recognized. At the same time, she calmly held out her hand, a gesture to get me to calm down and hold me back.

"Eddie," she replied, her tone suddenly scholarly, warm, and professional again. "I asked you to trust me before, and nothing has changed. This is all part of the procedure. I'm not gonna actually take off my bra and show you my big round breasts against your will. This is an exercise designed for you to examine your true desires and bring them to the surface. So, you can admit to what you truly want and need. Once you are there, once you have fully confessed to and accepted those needs, then we can move forward. Then we can work out how you are gonna be able to proceed with your marriage despite these contrary feelings. So, again... I ask you to trust me."

Sitting there, looking up at me calmly despite the fact that she had removed both her coat and her top, leaving her upper half only clad in a bra, she was asking me to trust her. If I stepped back and examined it from afar, I would think this was crazy, way over the line. But frankly... I didn't know how any of this worked. While I'm positive she didn't just expose herself like this with all her patients, I didn't have a baseline for how all this was actually supposed to go. How far things were allowed to go. And while this whole experience had me uneasy, it did feel like everything she'd done so far had been working. As unorthodox as it all had gone, it did seem to be effective. And it did seem like she recognized that this was on the edge of something unprofessional, so she was working at every step to reassure me and maintain my trust. So, despite those alarm bells still ringing in my head, I nodded at her and sat back down. She grinned as I did so. My cock had not gone down one iota, so I made sure sit down in such a way as to not make my current state obvious. Readying her notebook, she crossed her legs and regained her professional pallor. Looking to me, she resumed her questioning.

"So, we've established that you are still affected by beautiful women with large boobs and great butts... women like myself, I guess..." she added with a laugh. I looked away again, still somewhat embarrassed, not feeling nearly as glib and jokey about this whole thing as she was. "Has this affected you in any other ways recently?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Like... for example, have you been hit on by women like that in recent years?" she asked. "I imagine a man like you is always getting hit on, even when he's convinced he isn't..."

"I mean, I guess I've gotten flirted with every so often, but nothing major really comes to mind," I replied, thinking back, trying to recall any times where I'd been blatantly hit on recently. "But most of the time when I'm out at places where I would get flirted with, I'm with Annie, so that usually stops anything before it happens."

"You would think it would, but more and more, I'm hearing stories where this isn't a barrier for some women anymore. That even if the girl recognized that a man was married, that she will still shoot her shot and make a move. That, if anything, a man being married makes them more appealing to them. Has anything like this happened?"

"Nothing that I really recall..." I replied. Was Dr. White right? Were women not letting a ring stop them from making moves on men? Did these girls have no respect for such a powerful bond as a marriage and opted to still go after married men anyways? Did girls like this see married men as the ultimate big game? Were these girls so consumed with their own needs and their own ego that the only thing that got them off was seducing married men? It seemed insane... what kind of women would do such a thing? But as soon as I considered it, my mind immediately filled in the blanks of who these women would be. I could see a lot of my exes being that exact type of girl, having graduated from the stuff we did together when we dated to them going after a real challenge.

"C'mon Eddie, there's got to be one. An ambitious waitress getting all cute and giggly when taking your order when you were on a date night with Annie? A hot coworker making a drunken pass at a work party? A woman showing a bit too much skin and acting a little too familiar with you even though she knows your married?" she asked. My eyes immediately fell to doctor's huge, bra-clad breasts, sliding into her cleavage for a good few seconds before meeting her gaze again. Her eyes twinkled in amusement at this sight, and for the first time, this display annoyed me. She knew what it was doing to me, yet she kept wearing that confident, slightly smug grin. I think that's what spurred me into giving it back to her a bit as memories of our meeting two days prior flashed across my mind.

"Well, the closest example of what you say would be... you... two days ago. And now..." I replied, gesturing at how she was dressed right now. I was ready for her to be offended by this accusation. Good, I hoped she would, after all the needling she'd thrown my way, she deserved to have it thrown back at her a bit. The way she shook her head led me to believe she would feel that way.

"Eddie, I..." she began, seemingly about to defend herself before stopping herself to think over something. Then, she got excited. "Actually, yes! That's perfect! Let's go with that." She stated, completely taking the wind out of my little rebellion. "Let's think about our meeting two days prior. You... stressed out and caught off guard. Me... dressed in a very relaxed, confident manner. You with me?" she asked. Confused as to where she was going, I again let memories of our meeting back at that parking lot into the forefront. I remembered the sight of her incredible body in very little clothing, just as she directed. Her ass straining against her painted-on booty shorts. Her boobs bursting to escape her tight blue tank top. Why was she having me think about this again?

"Now, thank god you ran into someone who you could trust... me," she began. "But, just imagine if I was some slut..." she said, her voice getting slightly heavier, her eyes looking at me intensely as she put a little extra oomph on the word slut. "A slut who doesn't care about that ring on your finger. A slut who doesn't really care about your wife's well-being at all. A slut who was angling to fuck you, even though she knows your married. Can you imagine that, Eddie?" Her voice was heavy and breathy by the end, as if trying to inhabit the role she was stating, and for a moment, I considered if she was telling the truth. If this was actually her intentions. But no... I had to control myself and trust her. This was all part of a process. That said, everything she just said, and the way she said it... I confess it affected me, a jolt traveling up my still stiff erection. My eyes glanced at her boobs, the round, fleshy orbs pressing out against the thin black lace of her bra, as if ready to explode out of it. The tanned, smooth flesh was practically pouring over the edges of the material. I looked back into her eyes, which had never left mine. My mind flashed to her question, and the memories of my unwanted fantasies of Dr. White hit me again. Her, on top of me... fucking me...

"Yeah. I can imagine that..." I croaked out. She smiled lightly.