Chapter 25

Alan gloomily wanders into his bathroom. He should have asked her over, especially after seeing Sandy when she greeted him at the door. At least Debbie could have been a distraction to his dog. She was the distraction he needed last night. But now that he is back at home with Sandy, his mind begins filling up with thoughts of possibilities along with his cock coming to life at those thoughts. It is probably the only thing exciting at the moment. He lost Judy and found Debbie. He got away from Sandy and then came back. His mind is in conflict over whether or not what he has done with the dog is right or wrong.

Like ethics, what is right or wrong? Generally it is decided upon what the mass believes it to be, but ultimately it is up to individual. And for Alan it is right—so very fucking right. He turns on the shower and waits for it to steam up. Then he strips and strokes himself, catching sight in the mirror of the dog sitting patiently at the doorway. He looks away and releases himself. The man shivers as he enters the shower. The thing between him and Sandy could be great, just as much as what he seems to want to happen between Debbie and him. It is naughty, sexy and totally unexpected. All he can think about when he is with Debbie is getting back inside her. All he can think about with Sandy is getting inside her.

As the water sluices over him, Alan thinks of all the things he wants to do to her. His imagination runs wilds as he fists his cock, pumping his load into the spray. He’d love to have Debbie sucking him off as he licked Sandy’s dog pussy. He can see her sweet lips taking him deep before he spurts into her throat. He can imagine the taste of Sandy as he licks away at her cunt.

As he dries off, Sandy is still just sitting there watching him. He really does feel better now that he isn’t pursuing Judy. I tis like she was holding him back and now he has two woman seeking his attention. If only there was a way to bring them together ... although if he keeps up with this line of thinking he could be playing with fire. There is no telling where following a path such as that would lead. One wrong move and he could lose it all, and not just Debbie. Why do I even care about her so much? He steps into the bedroom and picks up his phone. She said he could call anytime he needed to. Dialing the number, he sits on bed. His cock twitches at the thought of hearing her voice.

“Alan,” she answers on the other end.

“Kennedy,” he says. “I need to talk.”

“That’s not possible right now,” she tells him. “I had a convention and I’m out of town. Did my secretary not tell you?”

“I didn’t bother calling the office,” he informs her. “Did I get you at a bad time?”

“No, no,” she says, shaking her head though he cannot see it through the phone. “As a matter of fact I’m not busy until later this evening.”

“I can call some other time or wait for you,” he offers. “I mean, if you’re intending on doing something more important...”

“You’re important,” he quickly cuts him off. “Even if I had something else to do right now, you come first.”

Alan cannot wipe the stupid grin off his face at hearing this. “Well, I have a few things on my mind.”

“Are you at work?”

“No,” he answers quickly. “Judy quit and wanted me to take a few days off so she can get the new secretary up to date and all that.”

“By her quitting, I am willing to assume that it did not go well with the getaway,” Kennedy says, sounding very professional.

“That’s just it,” he begins to explain, his tone taking on some excitement. “Everything went great. I got to fuck them both individually and together. We had a threesome and fucked pretty much all night.”

“That sounds great,” the doctor says cheerily. “So what happened?”

“That’s just it, I’m not really sure,” he says, shrugging. “She said it opened up her relationship and that was a good thing, but she also said that it wasn’t going to work with us and if she continued working for me then ... well, she wanted to end on a high note.”

“I’m sorry to hear this,” Kennedy says, no longer sounding clinical and professional. She seems to have switched to the more personal tone that she uses after they have slept together. “Maybe it is for the better. Being with someone that reminds you so much of your mother may not be a good thing.”

Alan has already been thinking the same thing. He has also wondered why Kennedy even pushed for him to push for it. Maybe it is like his relationship with the therapist. Maybe it is why she has told him that there could not be a relationship beyond what they have now. Without another shrug, he lets all these thoughts slip from his head. “Speaking of better,” he continues. “I met up with my former employee, Debbie.”

“And how did that go?” she asks.

“Great. We went back to her place and fucked.”

“Her place?” Kennedy questions. “That is an odd move for you.”

“It is, but I felt a change was necessary,” he explains quickly.

“And I feel there is something you’re not telling me,” she counters. “I may not be there to see your body language, but I have talked with you for so long that I can hear it in your voice.”

Alan bites his lip, not sure if he should divulge in his thoughts and actions with Sandy. And speaking of the dog, she is sitting at the corner of the bed, looking up at him. He figures that he may as well be honest. He has been honest with the woman so far with everything in his life, so why change that now? “It’s my dog, Sandy...”

“You’ve had sexual thoughts toward her,” the woman blatantly says. Alan falls silent, totally unprepared to hear those words. “I figured that it would happen,” she continues. “There is nothing wrong with it.”

“How... ?”

“I’ve been a therapist for many years, Alan,” she says bluntly. “I’ve worked with all kinds of patients. It is one of the reasons I had you get a dog.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he says.

“Say nothing,” she says. “As your therapist I need to tell you to follow your instincts. As your lover I want to you to pursue her and tell me all about it.”

“Oh... ?” Again he is unprepared for her words, and without thought, his hand is back on his cock, stroking it.

“To say that I don’t find sex with dogs pleasing would be a lie,” she says.

“Have you... ?”

“Fucked a dog?” she answers. “No. I have often thought about entertaining it, but never had. I have had to live vicariously through my patients.”

He doesn’t expect this answer wither. In fact, this entire conversation is not one that he anticipated or expected. “Is this normal?”

“As normal as far as you are concerned,” she answers. “Of course many people wouldn’t say so, but society is always sides with what they think if the majority. You must remember that most people grasp onto the ideas of a few and then it becomes the majority. It’s really about which idea gets the most attention first.”

“And are you one of the majority?” he asks, thinking that he sounds stupid for even asking.

“Well, I do get wet just thinking about it,” she answers. “I may not have done it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like it.”

“Are you wet now?” he asks, looking down at Sandy and still stroking his organ. The dog whines a little and wags her tail.

“Yes.”

“What makes you wet?” he pushes as he feels himself gaining the upper hand in this conversation. He feels a lot better than he did before he called her.