Chapter 68: Katie’s Counseling Session

Katie Jackson sat in one of the plush oversized chairs that adorned Fran Tilbury’s office. Her eyes were fixed on the frail older woman across from her, who was known as a renowned therapist in the Kansas City area. Books and medical papers on sex addiction decorated the shelves behind her, a clear indication of her expertise.

Katie had called to set up an appointment as soon as she had returned to Kansas City from Wichita. Her husband was flying home and Katie was surprised to be able to secure an appointment within a week with Doctor Tilbury so quickly. When she called; Fran was familiar with her as she had asked if it was the same Katie Jackson who had been named “Mrs. America”. Katie was embarrassed to admit that she was the same person but also trusted Fran to keep the confidentiality.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the airport, Fred’s mind was swirling with conflicting emotions as he boarded his flight back to the United States. He had made it painfully clear to Katie that their current situation was not up for discussion on the phone while he was away as he needed it in person, leaving them with a chasm of unspoken words and unresolved feelings while he was away. As the plane took off, Fred felt a pang in his chest at the thought of returning to Kansas City, where everything seemed so uncertain. His last communication with his wife had been a text, promising to meet her at the therapist’s office upon his arrival this morning. The anticipation and tension were palpable, like a thick fog obscuring his thoughts and clouding his vision.

Katie took deep breaths, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside her. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of uncertainty and fear. But she knew what she had done and was doing wasn’t normal. She couldn’t control her sexual desires and needed help. Katie knew that even if her marriage ended she needed to find out what was wrong with her, for the sake of her own sanity. And maybe Fran Tilbury could help her do just that.

“Hello, Katie. It’s nice to meet you,” Fran said with a warm smile. “Thank you for coming in to see me today.”

“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice,” Katie replied, her voice shaking slightly. “And thank you for letting my husband come to our meeting as well. I know you normally don’t do couples therapy. I just need help. He doesn’t know what...” her voice trails off as tears appear in her eyes, “doesn’t know what I’ve done.” “Of course. I understand this is a difficult time for you. Can you tell me a bit about what has brought you here?” Fran spoke slowly and concisely.

Katie wished her husband was here. She hoped he would be waiting for her. Katie had been hesitant to ask Fran if it would be okay for her husband to come to the appointment with her. She didn’t want to seem like she couldn’t handle things on her own, but she also knew that Fred needed to be a part of this conversation and she needed to be truthful with him. After some hesitation and contemplation, the therapist agreed that her husband could join as it dealt directly with him.

Katie took a deep breath, “I’ve been unfaithful,” her voice shook as she continued, “It’s not just that though,” as she paused, “it feels like I can’t control my desires or what my body wants.” She grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes, “It’s hard to explain what is happening inside of me.”

Fran nodded, “Does it feel like you get depressed easily? Maybe lash out in anger? Intense irritability? The only time that you are happy is when you are engaging in some sort of sexual activity?”

The sexy wife nodded, “Yes! Exactly like that. It’s like my body craves it and won’t stop until it gets what it wants!” “Did these urges start before or after you had won the beauty pageant?” Fran asked as she peered over her glasses.

Katie choked on her breath, “Before.”

Fran’s jaw clenched, “I see. In my experience those types of pageants or events lead to someone being unfaithful because of the interest they receive from men or women. So when did these feelings start to become overwhelming?” She shuffled in her seat as she watched the former beauty queen.

A knock at the door caused both Fran and Katie to turn their heads. The door creaked open, allowing Fred to walk into the room. His clothes were creased and unkempt, a clear sign of a long transatlantic flight. His usually neat hair was now messy and unruly, adding to his disheveled appearance. Katie glanced over at him, trying to hide her concern with a forced smile. But this time, there was an unmistakable tension between them, replacing the usual love and warmth that defined their relationship. As a married woman, she knew they had to address what he had discovered from Phil’s shocking revelation to him. The air in the room felt heavy and charged, as both of them silently braced themselves for the difficult conversation that lay ahead.

“Thank you for joining us, Mr. Jackson,” Fran said warmly as she gestured towards the open seat a few feet away from Katie. The room was filled with comfortable armchairs and calming artwork on the walls, creating a serene atmosphere. “While it is not typical for spouses to attend my sessions, I am making an exception in this case. However, I do have one rule: there must be no interruptions during our time together. Please allow your wife to speak freely and without judgment.” Fran’s gentle smile conveyed her genuine concern for her clients’ well-being.

Fred’s head bobbed up and down in agreement as he shifted his gaze to his wife. She appeared disheveled, her once vibrant blue blouse now creased and stained with tears. Her black slacks hung loosely on her frame, a stark contrast to her usual put-together look. Despite not looking her best, she still radiated a quiet beauty that captivated him. His mind was still reeling from what he had seen on the porn video and the jumbled message Phil had sent him. At first he felt it was just some artificial intelligence type video and Phil had pranked him but the more he watched; he realized it was his wife being fucked by the famous pornstar. Fred stared at her freckled face and couldn’t believe he watched her take a famous “Rodney Blast”. He had watched it more times than he could count. He took a deep breath as he stared at the doctor and back at Katie.

Fran’s voice was slow and measured as she asked, “Katie, please tell your husband why you’re here so he understands.” The words hung heavily in the air, filled with both concern and confusion.

Katie and Fred exchanged a brief, desperate glance, filled with unspoken words and emotions. The sexy wife’s voice trembled as she spoke up, “I have to confess something,” she took a deep breath. Tears welled up in her eyes, “I’ve been unfaithful to you.” Tears rolled out of her eyes and down her freckled cheeks. She struggled to find the words as her heart raced with guilt and regret. “And I’m not sure I can stop,” she finally admitted, her voice breaking with raw emotion. A heavy silence hung in the air, thick with the weight of betrayal and uncertainty.

Fran looked over at Fred as she leaned forward, her voice gentle but insistent. “Why is that?” she prodded, her eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What is it that makes you believe you can’t stop?” Her words hung in the air like a weight, waiting for an answer to break their fall.

Katie cried as she looked over at her husband, the burden of guilt weighing heavily on her chest. She knew what she had to do - be truthful and confess her infidelity. “I don’t know,” she began, her voice trembling. “Something inside of me won’t let me stop! It’s like a raging storm, pulling me towards other men.”

Fran’s expression hardened as he narrowed his eyes, waiting for an explanation.

“When I’m alone, it’s like a primal instinct takes over and I have these urges to seek out other...,” she paused as she swallowed, “other men,” Katie continued, feeling the weight of her secret finally being lifted off her shoulders.

Fred inhaled sharply, his eyes fixed on his wife. He shifted in his seat, a wave of emotions crashing over him. He was stunned by her words but at the same time, he felt a surge of excitement that he couldn’t explain. He knew from the video and Phil’s note that she had been unfaithful but he didn’t fathom it wasn’t something she could control. His breaths felt labored as he felt a rush to his groin. He gripped the arms of his chair as he stared at his wife.

Katie caught his expression as she looked over and saw a mixture of hurt and curiosity on his face, yet he maintained his composed demeanor as he took in her words.

Fran’s perfectly arched eyebrow raised inquisitively, prompting for more information. “Did you know these men, Katie?” she asked, her voice laced with concern and curiosity.

Katie’s tears continued to flow down her face as she met Fred’s intense gaze. Struggling to speak through her sobs, she managed to choke out a response. “No,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion as she saw her husband’s furled brow, “I guess there was one who was my neighbor before he moved away.”

“How many men in total?” Fran asked, getting straight to the heart of the issue.

Katie’s shoulders sagged under the weight of her past actions as she struggled to recall exact numbers. Her voice trembled with stress and regret. “I’ve lost count,” she admitted, feeling overwhelmed.

Fred’s heart clenched as he heard his wife confess her inability to keep track. He shook his head in disbelief, unable to comprehend how blind he had been, “What the fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Mr. Jackson please remember no interruptions,” as she turned back to Katie, “Interesting,” Fran mused, her tone gentle but probing. “Tell me about your marriage. Do you and your husband have a regular sexual relationship?” The question hung in the air, heavy and charged with unspoken implications.

As if flipping a switch, Katie’s eyes sparkled with love and admiration as she gazed at her husband. “Yes, I absolutely adore him,” she stated proudly. “We make an effort to keep our marriage exciting.”

Fran scribbled on her notepad, “How exactly do you keep things exciting?”

She cleared her voice as she nervously glanced at her husband, “We have sex regularly.”

The therapist leaned closer, “That’s not what I asked. What do you do to keep things exciting?

Katie took a deep breath, “We watch pornographic videos together. We also enjoy reading erotica.” She hesitated for a moment before admitting, “I’ve even engaged in chatting and camming with other men while my husband was present.”

Fred shifted in his seat as he felt his face turn red with embarrassment as he glanced at his wife and Doctor Tilbury. He shook his head in disbelief that his wife was exposing their secrets from behind their bedroom doors.

Intrigued, Fran adjusted her glasses and asked, “Tell me more about your experiences with online chatting and camming. When did it start and why?” Her sharp gaze bore into Katie, eagerly waiting for her response.

A flicker of guilt passed through Katie’s eyes before she turned to her husband to answer. Her voice carried a hint of shame as she spoke. “My husband suggested that I chat with strangers online, on a website,” she admitted, fidgeting in her seat. “He thought it would add some excitement to our sex life.” The words tasted bitter on her tongue. Wiping away a stray tear, the once-sexy wife continued, “It started innocently enough, just harmless flirting through text messages. But eventually things escalated and I couldn’t seem to stop myself.”

Fred’s face turned a deep shade of red as he listened to his wife’s confession. Guilt flooded his mind - maybe this was all his fault. If he hadn’t encouraged her to chat with others, they wouldn’t be in this mess. He knew he had secret desires to see his wife with other men, but he never imagined it would lead to something like this. As he watched her bare her soul, he couldn’t help but feel responsible for pushing her over the edge into therapy.

“What would happen during these conversions with other men? Just chatting and talking or something more?” the therapist asked. Fran’s question hung in the air, sharp and direct. Katie felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she nodded in response, “Something more.”

Dr. Tilbury raised an eyebrow as she waited for a response until she finally spoke, “What was something more?”

A silence settled between them, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning. Finally, Katie spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. “I would watch them or I would touch myself for them,” she admitted. She glanced at her husband as his face blushed dark red in embarrassment.

Fran’s expression was one of surprise, but also curiosity. “Was this just at home? Or did it happen elsewhere? Maybe at work?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Katie’s head dropped in shame. “All the time. I’ve done it at home. In my car at a park. And at work. I know it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I spent more time chatting than actually working, which probably led to me getting let go.” Leaning forward, Fran studied Katie intently. “Would you say you were addicted to camming and talking with strangers about sex?” she probed.

The word ‘addicted’ struck a nerve with Katie, but she couldn’t deny its accuracy. She had been consumed by the world of sexual gratification and it had cost her dearly. Katie hesitated, her mind swirling with doubt and fear. Reluctantly, she admitted to herself and to Fran, “I think so.” Her hands trembled in her lap as she nervously wrung them, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil.

Fran listened attentively, scribbling notes on her notepad as Katie spoke. “An addiction often affects our work habits and relationships,” she stated matter-of-factly. The pen in her hand moved furiously across the paper as she asked probing questions. “How did chatting and camming with these men make you feel? Did you do more with your husband there with you or were you alone?” Katie’s voice quivered slightly as she answered with honesty. “I was alone most of the time,” she confessed, stealing a quick glance at her husband before continuing. “We only cammed while being watched a couple of times.” A sense of shame washed over her, knowing that her secret was now out in the open.

“How did it make you feel? To watch strangers masturbate for you?” Doctor Tilbury asked.

Her jaw clenched. Her stomach dropped as she felt faint, “It made me feel excited,” Katie confessed, unable to suppress the truth any longer. “Very excited.”

Fran raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Katie’s response. “And what specifically about it excites you?” she prodded gently, sensing that there was more to uncover.

Katie’s face turned crimson as she spoke in front of her husband, feeling vulnerable and exposed. “I enjoy turning men on and making them orgasm,” she admitted with a hint of embarrassment. “It’s a rush for me to watch them cum either by my voice or watching each other on cam.”

“And that turns you on? Why?” Fran questioned further, delving deeper into the root of Katie’s addiction.

Katie’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as she spoke. “I ... well, I love,” she confessed, her voice trembling. “I love it when men cum.”

Fran nodded in understanding, her brown eyes filled with compassion. “Do you enjoy the sight? Or the sensation of it?”

“All of it,” Katie sighed deeply, her body language speaking volumes about her desire and pleasure. As tears streamed down her face, she looked up at Fran and continued, “I enjoy watching them cum knowing I helped them.” She shuffled in her chair, “But I love the way it tastes and feels on my skin. It makes me feel wanted and sexy.” Her voice was a mixture of joy and pain as she remembered indulging with someone other than her husband.

“But you also enjoy that with your husband?” Fran asked delicately, glancing at Fred who sat beside his wife looking pale, uncomfortable, and guilty.

Katie’s face softened as she turned to her husband. “Yes, absolutely. He was the only one I had ever been intimate with before my first time with someone else.” She looked at him apologetically, knowing the hurt he must be feeling. The air around them seemed heavy and tense as they navigated this delicate conversation about intimacy and infidelity.

Fred tried to control his breathing. His skin felt it was on fire as he listened to his wife’s confession. His head hurt as he blamed himself. He wanted his wife to become a cumslut but never imagined it would be with others besides himself especially behind his back. It was always an unspoken fantasy of his but now it was reality and his entire soul was conflicted. Fran took a slow sip from her glass of water as she leaned forward, her eyes fixed on Katie with curiosity. “Tell me about the first time you were with someone other than your husband,” she asked, her voice serene but tinged with a hint of curiosity, “How was it different than talking and camming?”

She knew this would hurt her husband as Katie felt her throat tighten as she began to recount the memory, her hands trembling slightly. “It was an employee from Best Buy,” she started, her voice cracking slightly. Fred’s head turned as his eyes widened. His mouth opened but no words could come out. “I think I always considered camming safe like innocent fun but this was real so it was,” she paused as she looked around the room, “scary.”

“Go on,” Fran urged her as she scribbled on her notepad.

Katie continued as she cleared her voice, “We had taken our laptop in for repairs and he found intimate pictures and videos of me and my husband.” She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she remembered the humiliating incident. “He threatened to send them to everyone we knew if I didn’t perform oral sex on him.”

Fran’s eyebrows shot up in shock as she replied, “What did you do? Did you tell the police?”

Katie’s eyes dropped to her lap as she confessed, “I was scared and didn’t know what to do. I gave in and did it.” The weight of shame bore down on her as she recalled that desperate moment, “He had everything figured out if I were to go to the police. He would make it look like a virus had sent everything to our families, our co-workers. He even had our contacts at our church and with the places I volunteered at.”

Fred shook his head next to her, his expression a mix of disbelief and anger. “Really? The Best Buy kid?” he muttered under his breath, remembering how the young employee had stared at Katie with hungry eyes while they were in the store. His fists clenched at his sides as he thought about what the young man had done to his wife.

“Mr. Jackson,” Fran interrupted firmly, her tone stern and commanding. “No interruptions during my therapy sessions! Another outburst and I will have to ask you to leave!” Katie straightened up in her chair, feeling a knot form in the pit of her stomach. “And did you both put the videos and pictures on your computer?” Fran pressed on.

Katie felt a wave of guilt wash over her as she turned to look at Fred, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before looking away. They both knew the answer. “We did,” Katie admitted quietly, her voice trembling with shame. “We would film ourselves having sex and take photos of us.” She cringed as she saw Fran’s disapproving gaze shift to her husband. “We did it together. It kept our marriage fun and exciting but it was supposed to be just for us!”

Fran’s expression remained stoic as she asked, “And these videos that you made ... they were sexual in nature? Like sex videos?” The words hung heavy in the air, the truth of their actions finally sinking in for both Katie and Fred.

Katie’s head hung low, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. The weight of her confession weighed heavily on her shoulders. “Yes. Mostly oral sex type videos,” she added in a hushed tone.

The therapist leaned forward, leaning in closer to try and understand the situation better. “Okay, going back to the first time you were with someone other than your husband, this employee wanted oral sex?” Her voice was calm and inquisitive.

Katie’s cheeks flushed scarlet as she nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal at the memory. Suddenly it felt like she could still feel Joel’s hands on her, his breath hot against her skin.

“How did it make you feel while doing that to him?” The therapist asked gently, giving Katie space to share her feelings.

“I hated myself,” Katie admitted in a barely audible whisper, her voice cracking with emotion, “while I was doing it.” She steadied herself in her seat but then she hesitated before confessing, “But then I felt I enjoyed it.” A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of the pleasure she had experienced, despite the guilt and shame that followed. She could feel Fred tense up next to her and she couldn’t bear to look at his expression. He sat beside her, his breathing deep and ragged. Memories of how that employee had looked at his wife flooded his mind and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire stirring in his own body.

Fran waited patiently for her client to continue. “Do you enjoy giving oral sex, Katie?” She asked calmly, guiding Katie through this difficult but important conversation.

A single tear trailed down Katie’s cheek as she nodded, quickly wiping it away with a tissue. “Yes,” she answered, her voice shaky but honest. She stole a glance at her husband who looked away uncomfortably, his hands folded tightly in his lap. “I do enjoy it. I love it,” she continued, her eyes fixed on the floor. “Probably more than I should.”

Fran’s eyebrow raised in curiosity. “And then it happened again?” Katie shook her head and took a deep breath before answering. “Not right away ... with the employee from Best Buy.” Her stomach dropped as she recalled the memories, her voice quivering with emotion.