Part 1 of 5 in an evolving Hotwife Fantasy My 4-year marriage is at a turning point. I still love Nick like crazy, but we never have sex anymore. He’s hardly ever home, and when he is, I’m not in the mood. My husband actually thinks I’m frigid, for god’s sake. And he’s persuaded me to come see an Intimacy Therapist, which I think’s a stupid idea. Right up until the tall, handsome Dr Blake walks in. The man is sex on legs, and while he doesn’t touch me—though I’m certain he wants to—he wields his husky baritone like a sword. He gets me to open myself up with only a few choice words. And not just emotionally. I shed all shame and guilt as I pleasure myself, while confessing my dirtiest fantasy. How will my husband react when he finds out? Will he stop me from attending the next session? Or will he love this as much as I do? Enough to even come to the next session…