“But why?” she mutters under her breath.
I shrug my shoulders. “Who knows, but it has absolutely nothing to do with me.” She frowns at me. “Men play up for a number of reasons, Beth. But the main reason is that they are lacking something within their own self–esteem. They need to feel desired or wanted or need their ego stroked. Whatever the reason Beth, infidelity is the path of a coward. Staying loyal to one person is hard work, and it’s something that both you and I strive for. And you can be proud of that. Many women when faced with an affair go down the payback route and only end up feeling a lot worse for doing so.” I stay silent, waiting for her to say something but she doesn’t. “There is only one way to receive equality in your marriage, Beth.”
“How?” she asks.
“Demand it. People in life treat you how you believe you deserve to be treated. If you think you don’t deserve to be satisfied in bed then you won’t be. If you believe your husband can do better than you, then he will think he can too. Beth, what you need to realize without me telling you is that you and you only can make changes in your life. Forget about Anthony and his problems. Let’s work on you.” She smiles a shy smile at me which I return. I sit on top of my desk with my legs crossed. “Now I have some homework for you.”
“Ok,” she smiles, as she sits up in her chair, feeling a little empowered.
“I want you to go to the adult warehouse and buy yourself a vibrator.”
Her mouth drops open. “What?” she whispers.
I nod and smile. “It’s time for you to take your sexuality back into your hands. Literally.”
She swallows a large lump in her throat. “I’ve never, I don’t think. Anthony will freak,” she adds.
“Anthony is not to know about this.” She looks at me wide–eyed. “What I want you to do is every day fire up the vibrator and give yourself foreplay without the expected orgasm at the end.” I wait for her to speak. She doesn’t. I smile. God I love their faces when I start talking sex toys. I walk over to my desk, open my bottom drawer and pull out my large demo vibrator. I turn it on and her eyes widen.
“Don’t worry, it’s not like that,” I smile.
“Oh god,” she laughs and puts her hand on her chest in relief.
“See how this feels?” I rub the side of the shaft over the palm of her hand. She smiles and nods. “If you rub the side of the shaft over your outer lips and clitoris it feels like the best oral sex you’ve ever had.”
“Oh,” she whispers, eyes wide.
“Have you ever watched any porn Beth?”
She shakes her head. “Only in high school,” she whispers. “And I didn’t really see the appeal.”
I smile and nod. “I want you to watch a few things for me.” She frowns, not understanding. “I want you to go onto a website called YouPorn. It’s the same as YouTube, but it’s people posting videos of sex.”
“Um, ok.” She looks worried.
“On the left–hand side of the page there is a category list.” She nods. “Click on love.”
She frowns, “Love?”
“Yes, there are some really tasteful lovely videos of couples in love having sex and trust me it’s nothing like the wham bam come in the woman’s face porn most woman are exposed to. Watch it with no sound, a lot of women are very audile and the sound of porn is what turns them off.”
“Oh,” she nods.
“And also click on the massage tab.”
“Massage tab?” she repeats.
“Yes, a lot of my patients find it really erotic watching someone get a slow massage finished by an orgasm.” I smile. “It’s very tasteful and kind of hot.” We both laugh. “And I want you to try something else.”
“Um, ok,” she nods.
“I want you to go and buy yourself some lube and begin to explore your body with your fingers again.”
“Oh god.” She looks down and twirls her hair between her fingers.
I smile. “Beth don’t be embarrassed, I talk sex all day. It’s my job.”
“Ok,” she mutters and smiles.
“Most woman have not brought themselves to orgasm with their fingers since they became sexually active and it really is a good way to reconnect with what you like and what you don’t like. Women’s bodies change when we have children and what used to arouse us doesn’t necessarily do it for us anymore. Remember Beth, you need to take responsibility for your own sexual health. Trust me, your husband will thank you later.” She smiles as she stands up to leave my office and shakes my hand.
“Those two boyfriends were idiots,” she winks.
“I know, “I smile and I wink back, “their loss.” I laugh and scrunch up my nose. “Remember I want thirty minutes a day private time.”
She smiles. “Ok, ok, I will. I’ll tell you how it goes next week.”
“Good, I look forward to it.” As she exits my office, I smile to myself. I should open a sex shop—I would be a fucking millionaire.