Upon returning to my room, I still didn’t have any messages on my phone. It wasn’t until hours later when I was getting ready to meet a client at their house that I finally got a text message from her.

I’m so sorry I didn’t get back to you earlier, but I forgot my phone at home. Can we meet Wednesday or would the weekend work better for you?

Weekdays worked better for me since my clients normally liked for me to meet with then on the weekends. Although I did have a few that liked meeting during the week — with their mistresses.

Wednesday works perfectly. Seven at the club?

That works. See you there.

I didn’t have to look at my calendar. I would move any appointments I had if they interfered. Meeting up with Alix was more important than helping any of my clients out. My cock lengthened and throbbed just from the thought of getting my hands on Alix again. But I didn’t have time to dwell on the delicious things I had planned for her; I had to get to my appointment.

Since it was a Monday, I was meeting with clients at their home. Steven and Julie had been patients of mine for quite a while. They’d used me to open the door to numerous avenues they wouldn’t normally have felt comfortable talking about or bringing up with each other. They wanted to do a threesome, but it was quite the task to find a willing third. Until we did, we explored other play options.

Parking my Mercedez in front of their house, I pulled the door down to close it. Just closing the door made me smile and glee shoot through me. One of my favorite purchases I’d ever made. Fast, sleek, and sexy as hell. The gull-wing doors that opened up instead of out like most cars were what had sunk me when I was looking to upgrade my car a few months prior. Not to mention that, although not cheap, it was nowhere near as expensive as the other cars I had my eye on.

The front door of the large house opened as soon as I started up the driveway. Julie strutted down the path toward me, meeting me halfway.

“Good evening, sir.” Julie ran her hands over her voluptuous hips as she licked her lips.

“Hello, Julie.” I was used to her antics. She was all bark, no bite. She was a harmless flirt, but she’d never attempted to take it any farther than that whether her husband was around or not. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I steered her back toward the house. “How are you this evening?”

“Better now that you’re here.” Her arm looped around my waist, pausing along the way to squeeze my ass.

Flicking my eyes at her, I gave her a warning glare. I’d let her get away with it once and she knew it.

Once in the house, she led me to the master bedroom and softly shut the door behind us. She’d filled the silence with mindless chatter about how she’d been looking forward to our appointment and her husband was as well. He was waiting for me in a spare room across the hall from the master, as was our usual practice. I would prep Julie, then give her time to get ready before giving Steven his pointers and tips for the evening.

It was unusual that a couple required my services as long as this one had. Normally after learning how to open the lines of communication about things in the bedroom, it became easier for the couple to do so without needing an intermediary, such as myself. Some couples didn’t. Julie and Steven were the perfect example of that. No matter how many unusual items either of them had me help introduce, they still required that assistance in bringing it up with their partner without fear of rejection or judgment. Sometimes it was simply that they liked the feeling of being exhibitionists, since there was another person in the room.

“Sit on the side of the bed, Julie. Let’s get started so Steven isn’t waiting long,” I instructed her, letting my dom voice come out.

A shiver rolled through her plump body as she stepped up to the bed. Her lust-filled eyes rolled over me. “Ooh, you know I like when you talk to me like that. All British and sexy like.”

“My voice is always British,” I laughed, walking closer to her.

“Mmm, but when you get all demanding and controlling it’s more so. It’s thicker and sexy as hell,” Julie moaned, sliding a hand between her thighs.

“Julie. I am only going to say this one time… You already know that’s not what I’m here for and I will refuse to help you and your husband again if it continues.” I crossed my arms over my chest, disappointment clear.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me today. I think it’s ‘cause I’m so excited to get started.” She visibly shook herself.

“Then tell me, what is it we are going to be exploring today?” I dropped my arms and let the tension release from my shoulders. I didn’t like having to put my customers in an awkward position, but on the other hand, I wasn't willing to let them treat me like a piece of meat or put me in the middle of the problems in their relationship I was there to fix. If they wanted to step outside of their marriage to find whatever was missing in their relationship, they would have to look elsewhere for that.

"I'd like to fuck my husband," Julie said as an unusual smirk crept onto her face.

"Care to expand?" That was a given, since that was generally why I was brought into relationships and bedrooms.

"I want to put on a strap-on and fuck him. Or is it called pegging? Whatever. I want to give it to him. I know he wants it." Julie pulled a strap-on set-up out of a drawer near the bedside.

I nodded. It was not an unusual request from either side. "Let me talk to your husband, and then I’ll come back and let you know how it goes."

She gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up while fiddling with the straps — trying to figure out how to get it on.

Taking a calming breath, I let myself into the room across the hall after a short knock.

Steven was sitting at the desk in the corner. He turned and smiled at me as he shut his lap top. "So, what are we doing today, doc?"

"I'm not sure how comfortable you'll be with it. However, your wife seems to think you are more than ready for this step," I told him, leaning back against the door.

"Hit me with it." Pushing in the chair to the desk, Steven stood and tucked his hands in his pockets.

"She'd like to use a strap-on — on you." I waited. I'd seen just about every reaction before so I waited for his.

"I'm listening. I don't want to say that I'm excited, but I'm not completely put off by the idea either." He shrugged. "I suppose what I mean is, I'll try it. Why not? I can always change my mind, right?"

"Exactly. Try everything once is my motto." I laughed softly. "Let me go help get your wife ready and then we will have you come in."

He nodded and I made my way back to Julie. She had already figured out how to get the thick, black straps on and had a wide, hard, rubber penis hanging in front of her thighs.

"Looks sexy, right? I think so anyway. I bet he will too." Julie bit her lip in obvious excitement as she let her hand slide up and down the appendage.

"Can you wait in the bathroom just for a moment while I get Steven in here and ready?" I asked, but turned my back without waiting for an answer.

Across the hall, Steven had already shed his shirt and jeans and was waiting in only his white briefs. Again, not my favorite sight, but I'd seen worse. Quickly ushering him across the hall and onto the bed, I had him relaxed against the pillow just as Julie opened the door and sauntered into the room with nothing on but the strap-on.

"Oh wow. Jumping right in." Steven took a couple of deep breaths before nodding at his wife. "Let's do this, baby."

"It would actually be better if you exchanged some foreplay first — you know, get the motors revving and ready before you jump right into that. It'll help make it easier and less painful." I stepped up to the bed just as Julie climbed on the other side to lounge next to her husband.