Saving a Marriage Ch. 06

Simone regained her composure. She was not sure if she was just dazed or if she had actually passed out from the third consecutive orgasm, but the burning between her legs and the throbbing pain in her head and nipples was starting to dull. She rose slowly, and after bracing herself against the table for at least five minutes, she was finally calm enough to return to the guest bath and shower again. The cool water helped her regain her thoughts, and she let it run for at least twenty minutes before finally getting out. She dried herself and then went to her phone, not even bothering to put on a robe.

Her first call was to Dr. Ryan's office, making an appointment for 10:00 AM, the first available time. Next she called the cleaning service to cancel her normal Friday afternoon maid service so she could have sometime to think. She dressed quickly, and then headed down to her counselors office.

Dr. Ryan greeted her warmly, and sat in silence as she listed to Simone describe all that had happened since there meeting the day before. Once she had finished her retelling, she looked up at her doctor, not sure what to ask or say. She felt rather foolish, sitting like a child looking up at Dr. Ryan, having described in detail how she had decided that she wanted to be her husband's slut.

"So it seems I was right, you seem do be much better off now that you have embraced your inner slut"

Simone turned red, then looked up and said, "I guess I have. My mind has been racing, but this morning I really came to terms with it. I know how to get my husband back, and I know I can enjoy it too. The whole time though, I did have moments where my instincts told me that this is all wrong, that I was degrading myself and I had to stop."

"You will have those thoughts from time to time. You have been very sexually repressed, and it will take time to let those feelings go. However, it is clear that you are making very rapid progress. I was especially happy to hear that you stated very clearly to Mr. Rand that you did not expect him to satisfy you. That shows a real understanding of the role you have chosen in your new relationship, don't you think."

"I suppose it does." She paused before asking, "It does bother me though, and does this mean I will never have an orgasm with Henry."

Dr. Ryan laughed, "Of course not. You said yourself that you came as Mr. Rand explained your new morning rules. What is means is that when you cum with your husband, it will be for two reasons, because making you cum brings him pleasure, or because the emotions of pleasing him give you an orgasm. For a woman like you, this is much better than getting an orgasm because you guilted him into giving you one, isn't it?"

"I suppose it is."

"There is not supposing about it. Look at me Simone, I want you to repeat these words, 'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him.'"

Simone paused, then looked into Dr. Ryan's eyes and said "'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him."

"Again"

"'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him."

"Again"

"'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him."

"Very good. Now there is an important matter to discuss. You told me that you are going out with your husband tonight. Do you have any plans tomorrow?"

"No, I was going to suggest a movie or a night in, but we don't have anything specific."

"Well you know that Mr. Rand has not truly broken it off with his mistress, though he thinks that you believe he has."

"I was kind of hoping that now he wouldn't need her." Simone looked away.

"That might be the case and if not it will be soon. However, you are at a crucial juncture. You wouldn't want to risk everything. "You should suggest tonight on the way to your party, that if wants to spend a night out with the boys on Saturday, you wouldn't mind. You can even tell him that I suggested that a night apart might be good for your new relationship, help to give you room to think and reflect. If he has not broken off contact with his mistress, this will be his opportunity to see her."

She felt herself fidgeting, and finally she looked at Dr. Ryan again, desperation in her eyes. "Do I have to do this? Why should I almost force him into her arms?"

"Mr. Rand will come around on his own. As I said, he may already have dumped his mistress, in which case he probably will use this as an opportunity to go get drunk with his single friends. If not, you must allow him to work this out without tension. In fact, I want you to tell him that he can stay out as long as he wants, and that you will sleep in the guest bedroom so he won't have to worry about waking you. Do you understand?"

Simone shivered a bit at the words, so similar to her husband's as he gave her orders this morning. Swallowing she said "Yes I understand."

"Good, now run along, and while you drive I want you to repeat that little mantra to yourself, to keep focused. Say it for me once more."

Smiling to hide the bit of shame she still had, Simone looked at her and said, "'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him."

"Excellent, now run along slut, I have some calls to make."

It wasn't until she got to the car that she realized that Dr. Ryan, who she was paying, had just called her a slut. It took her a minute to grasp that she didn't really care. She was a slut, she has Henry's slut, and the doctor was just being honest. She turned the key, and repeated to herself a few times as she pulled out of the parking lot, 'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him.'

Once home, she removed her pants and blouse, changing into a pair of old sweat pants and leaving on only her lacy red bra for a top. She put on heels since she needed the practice in walking in them before picking up the phone. She called her cleaning service and ended up canceling the service entirely. Hanging up, she thought, 'the least I can do is keep my man's house clean without wasting his money.'

She set about cleaning the house. She started with the areas that Henry used; his study, the kitchen and the living room. When she got to the master bath she found herself unable to move. It occurred to her that if she was going to have to be ready for breakfast every morning, she was going to have to find a way to get ready that didn't involve waking Henry.

Working as fast as she could, she moved all of her stuff out of their shared bath. She scrubbed and washed every surface and then moved on to the bedroom. Looking at the closet, the choice her was clear as well. She moved all of her clothing to the guest bedroom, moving in all of Henry's seasonal clothing to make room. Once all of his items were perfectly arranged, she started to arrange her items in the guest bedroom and bath. Some of it was thrown in a garbage bag, since bulky underwear had no use to her anymore.

By the time she looked up, it was already six. She rushed to clean herself for the party. Hanging her dress for the night on the closet door, she waited in the foyer of the house clad in bra and g-string, now a black set to match her heels. Henry walked in at 6:45 as expected.

"I thought I said I wanted you ready to leave at seven," he said as he flipped through the mail, not really even looking at his lingerie-clad wife.

"I know, I just need to slip into my dress, but I wanted to be dressed appropriately to greet you when you came home. I can put it on now if you want to leave."

He stood silently, still flipping through the mail. Finally he looked up at her, "I suppose that's alright. It actually makes me very happy that you are putting in the effort to wear clothing that I find entertaining. You should find time to go to the mall and get online to buy a bunch of different outfits that you think will please me. Don't worry about the costs, the stuff you have now is pretty limited."

Rather than feeling offended that she should dress to 'entertain' him, she felt appreciative that he recognized that she was putting in effort. "Is there something in particular I should get."

"Not really just get some different items, variety for now is good. We have a bit of time, I am going to freshen up and then we can leave." Handed her the mail as he walked by, he said "Put this in my study." As he passed, he smacked her ass hard to send her on her way.

After dropping off the mail, she went up to the bedroom. He was changing his clothing as she entered. Not looking up, he said, "I see you did some rearranging in here."

"Yes, I just moved all my stuff to the spare bedroom and all of your stuff into the master bedroom where it belongs. That way I can get ready in the morning without disturbing you in any way."

"That's good thinking." When he finished changing, he grabbed her and gave her a deep kiss. "Go finish dressing, we should head out.'