Our Doctor

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When I first met Jeremy, I really thought it was a forever story. We were both 27 at the time. We met at a dinner invitation by a mutual friend. Actually, I didn't want to go to that dinner. Most of the mutual friend's friends were quite intellectual and had most of the time a quite high opinion of themselves. They even had a kind of language that was unique to them. It was known that they always had very precise opinions on most topics, going from politics to art exhibitions or the latest performance of one or the other alternative artists. So, I knew I would be bored in no time at all, but my friend insisted telling me they were thirteen at the table and that he could not have that, that he would owe me one etc., etc....

So I went. My friend has a nice country house with a very well managed garden. I guessed he had a specialized company coming over to trim this piece of heaven that were the surroundings of his house. Everything in his house was obviously expensive and the magical touch of an interior decorator made it cozy and pleasant to be in it. I loved spending time with my friend, but only when he was alone. He seemed to have a double personality because he was so different alone than in company of his posh friends. As he opened the door he was as flamboyant as possible, confirming what kind of friends he had invited. Nonetheless, he was a gentleman and introduced me to some of them I had never met. The others greeted me politely, but I could feel the animosity in their voice and manners. Maybe they were what they thought intellectual, but they had clearly a lack of education. I had promised to behave myself and to keep my big mouth shut as to embarrass my friend. I was all smiles and politeness and that, in itself, was a very high level of sarcasm towards most of his guests. Despite of that, my friend gave me a glass of Champagne (what else??) as the doorbell chimed once more. As I counted the number of persons in the room, I realized only one guest was missing. My friend came back from the door in company of one of the most gorgeous men I had ever laid eyes on. He was very well proportioned and his wavy hair was beautiful. My friend presented him to the crowd and I could actually see a few mouths drop to the floor and gaping at him. My friend kept me as last to be presented.

• Jeremy, this is Frank. Frank, this is Jeremy.

Jeremy shook my hand with a firm but gentle grip and kept looking into my eyes as I looked in his. We hold hands for a little longer than the politeness wanted to. I could feel the positive vibration in our joined hands. My friend brought Jeremy a glass of Champagne and that's when he ended our grip. We immediately got into a nice conversation and I noticed that Jeremy was equally foreign to the crowd as I was. As we approached the table I saw that my friend had assigned the places with little name-tags on the plates. I recognized my friend's good taste to seat me between himself and Jeremy. The night would not be that bad after all. Jeremy and I had the most pleasant conversation and even the occasional laugh. We felt the disdain of the others upon us, but we didn't care at all. We were quite absorbed in learning to know each other. I was surprised at how easily I shared very personal information with Jeremy and how he was telling things about his life that were not the things you tell during a first meeting.

The food was delicious, but you could taste it was catering service at its best. My friend could fry an egg and even boil some water, but that was the limit of his culinary skills. On the other hand, he knew exactly which wine he had to choose with every dish. After the desert, we went to the lounge to have some coffee and liquors. I limited myself to soft drinks, as I had to drive. Jeremy stick to Champagne, but after an hour he told me he was in state to drive anymore. He was not drunk at all, but he knew that for any road control he had had too much. So I took the opportunity to offer him a ride home and as you can imagine, he accepted. I called my friend aside and told him we were leaving, thanking him for this delicious "home-cooked" meal. WE left as discreetly as possible and soon were on the road, Jeremy and I. We stopped down town to have a last drink before I dropped him off at his place. When we reached his place I was praying inside of me that he would ask me up for a drink or coffee or whatever...

As it was quite late, he didn't ask me for anything at all. He thanked me profusely for bringing him save and well at home and said it was already to late to do anything else, as he had to work early in the morning. I admit I was a little disappointed but I respected his decision. Nonetheless, he gave me his mobile phone number and I gave him mine. We promised to stay in touch.

I didn't want to impose on him, so I didn't call. He didn't either. It took us about a month to meet casually in a bar down town. When I saw him I found that he looked even more handsome than when I met him the first time. No suit and tie as we had dressed at my friend's place. He was just wearing jeans and T-shirt and he was so sexy in it. When he saw me, he came over and hugged me.

• Why didn't you call me? he asked.

• I could ask you the same thing, I answered.

That didn't sound as a good beginning of a second meeting. I guessed at that moment that we both had the same idea of not imposing, not wanting to sound desperate and to be honest, when we thought about calling the other we had no time to do so, and when we had time to call, we didn't think about it. Typical! But we didn't let our moods get affected by it. On the contrary! We danced quite a lot and as was usual in that bar, we had soon taken off our T-shirts and danced bare chested. Jeremy had the most beautiful chest I could imagine. Defined, but not overly muscular with fine hairs covering the upper part and a treasure trail that disappeared into the waistband of his 501's. The hairs were not that kind of curly ones, no, just straight hairs neatly aligned and even more at sight with the sweat provoked by his dancing. I was in the same state, but my chest is smooth. With me sweating just like him, it just seemed I was oiled up as my chest was shimmering in the lights. Soon enough we were both the attention of the other tenants. We danced what seemed like hours and the more we did, the more our chests were shimmering in the flashing lights. One of the guys he came with came up to him and shouted something in his ear, but with the music loud and pumping out of the loudspeakers I couldn't hear what he was saying. Jeremy turned to him, gave him a peck on the lips and a slap on his ass and the guy was gone.

• Your boyfriend? I asked.

• No, as my boyfriend is standing just in front of me, he answered.

It took me a minute to realize what he had said and I looked at him quizzically. He looked back at me with a bright smile on his face. He leaned in as if he wanted to say something and I closed the gap between his mouth and my ear, but he took my chin in his hand and directed his lips directly on mine. Just a shy peck to start with but it went over to a full mouth-on-mouth kiss, with dueling tongues and an undeniable passion. Our bodies were still moving to the beat of the music, but this time they were pressed together. The sweat on our chests helped the rubbing a lot and we were totally oblivious to the surrounding crowd. I had my hands on his buttocks and he wrapped his arms around my neck. We kissed, eyes closed and concentrating on the feelings that travelled through our bodies. We were both rock-hard and our crotches rubbed together. This was so hot and when the music went over to a slow dance, we stayed on the dance floor and were surrounded by quite some couples that were following our lead. It almost looked like a kiss contest to see who would kiss the most and the most passionate. Once the music started to get some rhythm again, we went to the bar to order some drinks. The bartender gave us our drinks and said:

• It's on the house! ... For the beautiful show you just gave us.

And he winked while placing our orders in front of us.

That's how our relationship started. In less than a month Jeremy was moving in with me. We had the most amazing sex you can imagine. We were both versatile and depending on the mood it was one or the other who did the fucking and most of the time we had a flip-flop in the same session. We had both quite busy jobs and tried by all means to match our agendas, so we could be together as much as possible. The ardor of the first weeks went over to month and even years. We just couldn't get enough of each other. We were just happy. We were also active militants in a group fighting for the legal same-gender marriage and we wanted to have our relationship legalized. Even we were not sure when it would be possible, we planned our wedding in all possible details. Although we considered ourselves married and we wearing identical rings, we still wanted to be married in the eyes of the law.

Being a computer consultant for one of the biggest companies in the country, I often had to go on business trips. I almost always managed to get back the same day as I didn't want to be far away from my man too long. Jeremy always was very supportive as to what I had to do for my job, just as I was for his. When I had to go for several days, we always called each other and declared our love in each conversation. On one of those trips I got stuck at the airport on my way back because of a heavy snowstorm. Of course I immediately called Jeremy informing him of the situation. I had been gone for three days and was horny as hell and he said he was feeling exactly the same.

When I got home the next day, Jeremy was at work. I started to unpack my bag and start some laundry. As usual, Jeremy had not made the bed and I went into the bedroom to do it. As I cleaned up the discarded clothes, I found some briefs almost under the bed. I looked at them and new for hundred percent sure they were neither Jeremy's nor mine. After years of living together I knew exactly what he had in his closet and drawers. On top of it, you couldn't call those briefs new. They were well worn. Once the surprise of finding them was over I entered in a different mood. I was asking myself if Jeremy would have been cheating on me. I started to inspect the room in search of any evidence but apart from the briefs, there was absolutely nothing to be found. As we had been tested several years before and supposedly were monogamous, we didn't use any protection in our lovemaking. My mind went in overdrive. I started to imagine a hundred of scenarios of how those briefs had landed almost under our bed, but unfortunately I always came back to the most obvious: Jeremy had cheated on me with another guy. All kind of feelings went through my head and body. It started with total disbelief and a feeling of distrust. Then it went over to just pure anger and finally I broke down and cried all the tears in my body.

When Jeremy came home that night, I was sitting on the sofa. The briefs I found were on display on the coffee table in front of me. He came in really joyful and with a big smile on his face but stopped in his run towards me when he saw my face and the briefs on the table.

• Oh baby, I'm so sorry. He said

• Sorry about what Jeremy? I asked. About cheating on me or about the fact you didn't erase all traces of your adventure?

He fell on his knees in front of me and started to sob. The tears were running down his cheeks, but even though I loved him with all of my heart and being, I just stared at him without moving or saying anything. He crawled over to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, but I couldn't bring myself to do the same. He tried to kiss my lips, but I turned my head to the other side. That made him cry even more. He sat back on his heels between my legs and I looked at him in awe. The hurt on his face was clearly visible. I felt like I had to say something, but I didn't know what. My whole world had crumbled down with just a pair of briefs. I just realized that my trust in Jeremy had suddenly disappeared. I didn't know what to do. Did I have to forgive him just like that? Did we have to go on with our lives forgetting about what happened? I didn't know. I loved him so much but also realized that if the trust was gone, our whole relationship would fall to pieces.

I couldn't bear to look at him like that. I just found it pathetic. I stood up, went to the bedroom and closed the door. I ripped off the sheets of the bed as I didn't want to sleep in sheets where Jeremy had been having sex with someone else. I made the bed with new sheets and than got between them. I switched off the lights, but couldn't fall asleep. I knew we had to talk, but couldn't get myself to get up and go back in the living room. The frustration was too big. I even started to blame myself and wondering where I went wrong. What did I do to have him looking for someone else? I hadn't seen that coming. I was so sure we were happy together and that we didn't need anything or anybody else to have what I considered a perfect life.

I had to get it all off my chest but didn't want to see or hear Jeremy at that moment. The only person I could think of was my sister. I took my mobile phone and called her. At the second ring she answered my call.

• Hey little brother, what's up?

And I broke down once more. Once the sobs disappeared I started to tell her what had happened. She didn't say a word and let me finish my story. When I was finished I heard her sigh. She was silent for a short moment and then started to talk.

• First of all you have to talk to him Frank. It is important to know why he did what he did. I am sure he loves you and I agree he made a terrible mistake. But you can't throw away what you have with him. Not just like that. We all make mistakes in our lives and we all deserve a second chance...

And she went on and on giving me her point of view. I had to agree to most of what she was saying, but... I just wondered how the trust and respect I had for him would come back to what they were. My sister understood that and tried her best to be as supportive as she could. We talked for over two hours and agreed to meet up the following day for lunch. When we hung up I was still very confused. I tried to get some sleep but couldn't. I saw some shadow in the light strip under the door and knew Jeremy was there. I knew he wanted to come in but was afraid of my reaction. Then the shadow disappeared and I guessed he was back on the sofa. After turning around in my bed for hours, I finally fell asleep. It was not a restful sleep and I was tormented by nightmares. When the first lights of dawn came through the window, I woke up, went to the bathroom. After emptying my bladder, shaving and showering, I came back into the bedroom and stood still in front of the door. I knew I couldn't stay in the bedroom all day. I had to face Jeremy, willing or not.

As I entered the living room, he was sitting, wide-awake, on the sofa. He looked completely devastated. My heat skipped a beat at seeing him like that. My first impulse was to run over to him and take him in my arms, but I couldn't. I went to the kitchen and prepared our coffees. I poured two mugs and added milk and sugar as I always did. I came back to the living room with the two mugs and handed him his. A feeble "Thank you" came out of his mouth. I sat down next to him, sipping my coffee.

• Why? I just asked.

• A moment of weakness, he said, and a few bottles of beer too much.

• Alcohol is no excuse at all. Maybe it is an explanation, but certainly not an excuse.

• I ... I ...

He started babbling and not one coherent sentence came out of his mouth. The tears were running down his cheeks. He tried to explain but couldn't form a sensible wording to what he had done. The air was not getting into my lungs. The walls were coming down on me and the only thought I had was to go out. I didn't have to go to work and so I decided to have a long walk through the park in the center of the city. I got up, put on my shoes and my jacket, took my keys and my phone and went to the door. Before going out and closing the door behind me I said:

• Try to think about what you did and why. I hope to have a coherent conversation with you tonight. If you think you can't tell me, write it down.

And with that I was out of the door. I walked to town. I didn't trust myself behind the wheel in my condition. On top of that, the tears filled my eyes again and everything in front of me was in a blur. I walked and walked for hours, till it was time to meet my sister as we had agreed. When she saw me, she didn't say anything but just hugged me. It felt good. We went to our favorite restaurant and sat down. She immediately took my hands in her and started to talk very softly. That smooth voice of hers calmed me down considerably. She even got me to smile from time to time. We had just some salad, as I didn't think I would get anything through my throat. But the food of the body was not important at that moment. The food of the mind and the heart that my sister was giving me was so intense that it had a healing effect on me. Slowly and step by step she made me realize the situation I was in. She tried to take away the drama that I thought I was living, and she succeeded. I felt a lot lighter when we parted and looking at my watch I realized we had been talking for several hours.

I looked at my mobile phone and saw I had one message. I had put the phone on silence so I didn't hear it coming in. The message was of Jeremy.

"Never forget I love you. I made a terrible mistake and I hope you will be able to forgive me. XXX"

So, I took my time to walk back home and it was almost dark when I reached our apartment. When I entered I saw that Jeremy had made a huge effort to clean up the house, get some flowers, tidying up and I could even smell he had prepared something for dinner. The table was dressed and he had put on his jeans and a T-shirt, as he knew that was the outfit I liked him most in. The briefs on the coffee table had of course vanished. I took off my jacket and my shoes, as I always do when coming home. I sat down on the sofa and he sat next to me. He asked me to look at him and then he started to talk. He explained what had happened in a calm and decided voice. He didn't let out any detail. I looked in his eyes and saw he was sincere. He admitted his error and didn't search for any excuse. What he had done was wrong and he knew it. He assured me it was a one-time-thing and that no emotions were even involved because he loved me. I let him speak. It was difficult for me to keep up the appearance and not grab him and kiss him, because I still loved him like mad. Slowly we reached the point of having a "normal" conversation and, just as my sister, he even got me to smile from time to time.

After dinner we went to bed. He lied down next to me and put his head on my chest. He really tried to be as loving as possible. He caressed me and kissed me in such a tender way that I melted into him. But strangely enough, I couldn't even have the start of a hard-on. My cock stayed flaccid. No matter what he did, there was no reaction in my nether region. Of course he noticed it and even if he wanted to say something, he didn't. Soon enough we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Weeks went by and our life came back to normal, except for me to have a hard-on. I had sucked his dick and he even penetrated me but my cock stayed flaccid. I enjoyed his ministrations but couldn't get into it totally. Our sex-life was going down hill and I knew that if I didn't do something about it, I would drive him to cheat on me again. I decided to go to see the doctor about it and mentioned it to Jeremy. He agreed wholeheartedly and even suggested to come with me, something I declined. I made an appointment at the medical center just two streets away from our apartment block.

When I entered the doctor's practice, I could see it was not the doctor I used to see before. This one was new and all man if I can say so. He had a very pleasant appearance end once he started to talk I felt immediately at ease with him. So I started to tell him what had happened with Jeremy and I and how I seemed to be in the impossibility to get an erection. When I was finished with my story he said:

• First of all, we will run a blood test, being it for STD's but also to see how your defenses are working. We'll run a few more tests and see if your erectile dysfunction is due to a physical problem or a mental one. In case it is a mental one, I'll have to send you through to my colleague who is a psychologist.

He called in the nurse to take some blood and to send it to the lab as soon as possible. He even told her to say it was really urgent and to see if they could do it on the spot. After that he ran some more tests such as blood pressure and heart beat ... well, you now what it is when the doctor goes into over- protective mood.

I had already taken off my shirt and I could feel the doctor's hands on my bare skin. It felt nice, as his hands were soft and warm. He seemed to touch me more than was professionally necessary, but I didn't mind. Then he closed the door and asked me to take off the rest of my clothing. I obeyed and than sat back on the examination table, completely naked. He told me to lie down and so I did. He checked my reflexes in knees and elbows, asked me to focus on his finger and follow it with my eyes without moving my head. I followed his instructions and did what he asked me to. He then started to feel me all over in a very professional way and as his soft hands were feeling so good I just kind of enjoyed it. Once he reached my pubes, he pushed my legs a little further apart. I felt very exposed but not uncomfortable at all. While he was touching me, his smile never left his face and his eyes were almost always looking in mine. I liked him.

He then proceeded to examine my genitals. First my testicles that he let roll in his hands and from time to time squeezed then gently. It was a nice feeling after all and to my biggest surprise I felt my cock swell a little. He went on examining my balls. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on me. I even let escape a few moans. He then went to examine my cock. He took it in his hands and softly caressed it. I felt it swell even more. Even if I felt guilty to let another man touch me there, I couldn't do anything about the fact I loved what he was doing. He continued stroking me up and down with one hand and cupping my balls with the other and before I was fully aware of it, my cock was rock-hard.

• I don't think you have any physical problem with your genitals, he said with a smile, but we will have to go a little further in this examination to see if all your body functions are working in proper order. To do so, I will have to perform a rectal examination as well. So, if you don't mind, can you get on all four on the table, please?

I did as I was told. The doctor opened a drawer and took out a tube of KY lubricant. He squeezed quite a good amount on his finger and told me to relax as much as I could. I felt the cold lubricant on my rosebud and soon after that a finger entering my hole. I have to admit he did it very professionally but I still enjoyed it. He soon found my prostate and pushed on it. I let out a loud moan and the more he was massaging my prostate, the more I tended to push back on his finger. He didn't seem to mind. His finger was going in and out of my hole and I wondered if that was medically necessary, but I didn't complain. As I looked down I could see that my cock was still steel-hard and that pre-cum was starting to ooze out of my piss-slit. It didn't came as a surprise when he told me that my body functions were in perfect working order, but he said that he felt that my prostate seemed to be a little larger than normal and that he had to have a closer look. Out of the same drawer he took out a tool, which seemed to be a torture instrument when you didn't know what it was for. I knew perfectly well what it was and as he lubricated it I knew what was coming. He introduced it in my ass and turned it around a few times so the lubrication was doing its job. Then he squeezed the handles of the tool and I felt my ass being stretched. He did it slowly, but without stopping. My ass-muscles were being stretched to a maximum but once again it didn't feel uncomfortable. All the while I oozed more and more pre-cum that gathered on the towel beneath me. The doctor took a little but powerful flashlight and looked in my ass. I could hear a faint "Mmmmm" as he examined my inside. Without releasing this little tool, he left the flashlight on the table next to him and I heard the distinctive noise of the doctor taking off his plastic gloves. Nonetheless he squeezed some more KY on his hands and started to massage my cock. He took out the tool of my ass, but I was soon rewarded with the warmth of his mouth on my rosebud. He started rimming me and I thought I was going to climax there and then.

Suddenly he stopped his ministrations and as I looked over my shoulder I saw he was taking off his clothes. He had a magnificent body without an ounce of fat on his. Broad shoulders above a nice chest, which was covered by thin hair and a treasure trail that led to a nice trimmed bush above a magnificent cock that was at full mast. He made me get down from the table, with my feet on the floor but my chest on the table. In that position, my ass at the right height and his cock was soon pointing at my rosebud. I could feel his cock-head at my most intimate entrance. Slowly, but nonetheless forcefully he pushed inwards. It was a slow penetration but without him stopping before he was fully embedded in me. Even though he was trimmed, I could feel the little hairs tickling my ass-cheeks. I was gasping for air. He did some long slow strokes and I felt my ass and my whole body so alive. His hands were on my hips and he pulled me onto his cock and then pushing me off just enough so his cock-head stayed in. His pumping was giving me so much pleasure and my own cock didn't deflate at all. When his going in and out were smooth and easy enough, he pulled out and told me to lay on my back on the table. Who am I to refuse such a sweet request when I know what it is for? I turned around and lay down on the table with my legs in the air. Doctor approached the table and pushed his cock back into me. I then let down my legs to rest on his shoulders. He resumed his in-and-out action but this time stroking my cock in unison to his pumping. He didn't need any lubrication for my cock as I was oozing pre-cum like a faucet. With each thrust he pushed the air out of my lungs. His breath was ragged and shallow. With his free hand he caressed my chest and pinched my nipples. Every nerve ending in my body was on alert. I felt good and liberated. This was not what I had expected when coming to see the doctor, but I have to admit it: I enjoyed it immensely.

Far too soon, I felt my balls boiling and ready to ejaculate my seed. The doctor felt it, too, as my ass muscles had a mind of their own and were contracting in anticipation of my orgasm. I was on the edge and knew it wouldn't need a lot to have a wonderful climax. That's when the doctor leaned down. Jeez, he was agile. He kept on pumping my ass and was able to take the head of my cock in his mouth. My cock-head was over sensitive even though I hadn't come yet. His tongue did miracles on my mushroom and that was the trigger to my climax. I couldn't utter a word and started to deposit my load in his mouth. The doctor sucked and swallowed but despite of his efforts, some of my seed oozed out my mouth and landed in my pubes. Ejaculating made my ass-muscles going into a rapid succession of spasms and he felt in on his cock. With one forceful thrust the doctor threw his head back and let out a growl of pure pleasure. I felt the spurts in my bowels. When he was spent, he collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He responded to my kiss and after awhile he lifted his head and looked me in the eyes.

• I am definite about this: your body functions are working perfectly well.

We smiled at each other. He then took a towel and cleaned us up. We dressed and resumed our places at his desk. WE were just seated when there was a knock at the door. The nurse came in and gave the doctor the results of my blood tests.

• That was quick, he said.

• When I tell them it's urgent, they know I mean it, she said with a smirk.

She left the office and the doctor went over the results.

• Although I have definite proof you are physically in perfect health, those figures here just confirm what I thought. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. So ... it seems to me you have a mental block on Jeremy.

I didn't remember telling him my boyfriend was called Jeremy. I was actually sure of that. So I looked at him quizzically and as he saw the expression on my face he asked what was wrong.

• How do you know my boyfriend is called Jeremy? I asked.

The doctor sighed and looked down to his papers. When he looked up again he had a very serious expression on his face. The smile was gone.

• Let's get straight to the point, he answered; I am the one who left my briefs at your place...

I was flabbergasted. I couldn't believe my ears. He was the one that almost provoked a split up between Jeremy and I. And on top of that, he just fucked my brains out. This was absolutely ridiculous! I looked at him in awe. He was indeed very attractive and had a body to die for. I slowly started to understand that Jeremy had fallen for him. It suddenly struck me that the situation was hilarious. Jeremy had cheated on me and I just had cheated on him, and we both did it with the same man. I started to laugh out loud. The doctor had a strange look on his face as he expected me to be angry and shout at him. I stood up and went around his desk, took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply.

• Do you have anything to do when you finish work tonight? I asked him.

• No, I have no plans. Why?

• OK, do me a favor and come around our place around seven. Is that ok for you?

• Euh ... yes, he stammered.

I gave him a last quick peck on the lips and went home. I was forging a plan that I thought could turn out positively for Jeremy and I. As I got home, I put on a poker face and when Jeremy asked me what the doctor said I just shrugged my shoulders and said he was going to give me the results of the blood tests later. I started to prepare dinner and did a little extra as I knew the doctor was coming. Jeremy was a bit surprised at the quantity of food I was preparing, but didn't mention it.

At seven o'clock sharp the doorbell rang. I went to open and welcomed the good doctor. He looked a bit apprehensive but came in nonetheless. As we came into the living room, Jeremy's face was worth millions.

• The doctor brought me the results of my blood test. I am in perfect health my love.

I couldn't believe Jeremy's expression and started to laugh out loud. Oh yes, I was finding my way back to a happy life. Getting back to Jeremy was just the best of the day.

• And by the way, he wants his briefs back, I added.

Jeremy got all the colors of the rainbow on his face and didn't know how to react. I was having such fun at Jeremy's expenses. But I had one more gunshot left.

• And to make it complete, he fucked me silly not even an hour ago.

I went to the fridge and took out a bottle of Champagne. I took three glasses out of the cupboard and went back to the living room. At first sight I could see the doctor had informed Jeremy od what had happened at his practice. I served the Champagne and toasted to a new life.

• I think, my love, that we are even now. The good doctor fucked you and he fucked me. We both cheated on each other with the same man. We learned our lesson and we know we love each other. What else do you want? Don't you think we have to be even more open to each other and share our feelings at all moments?

Jeremy got up from where he was seated, took me in his arms and kissed with a newfound passion. The doctor joined us in a group hug and we all felt light and happy.

• Thank you so much Frank, you are the love of my life and I want to get old with you, holding hands at all times and share what I have inside of me.

I looked in Jeremy's eyes after he said that and they were full of tears, but not of sorrow or guilt anymore. Those were happy tears.

• I think I'd better go now guys, the doctor said, you don't need my help anymore and even less the help of a psychologist. You just have to help each other.

• There is no way you are going to leave now, I answered him, I made dinner for three!

• Indeed, said Jeremy, and as you fucked both of us, maybe it is time we both fuck you ... after dinner.

The doctor had a quizzical look on his face but smiled.

To be continued É??? It will if you guys tell me you like the story. Drop me a line at amahy1957@gmail.com