Susan's Marriage Therapy

By Sylvia Redmond

Susan was a hotwife - she just didn't know it yet...

Susan was a shy and innocent young wife. She had trouble satisfying her husband in the bedroom, and found the act of lovemaking itself uncomfortable. As a means to save her marriage, she agreed to one request from her husband - she would see a marriage therapist. And her husband had just the doctor in mind...

And once she signed the doctor's consent form, she had agreed to abide by any treatment he prescribed for her...

There might be bondage!

There might be blindfolds!

There might be female therapists!

And there would be hard and unprotected therapy from a black male therapist she had never met before!

And by the time it was all over, Susan would find out things about herself that she had never in her darkest fantasies imagined

• Language: English
• Publisher: Night Watch Publishing
• Release date: Jan 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370666393

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Susan’s Marriage Therapy

Sylvia Redmond

Copyright 2016 by Night Watch Publishing. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This story contains sexually explicit content and is intended for readers over 18 years of age. By downloading this document you acknowledge that you are over 18 years of age. All fictitious characters who are engaged in sexual acts in this book are likewise over 18 years of age, whether explicitly stated or not.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 1

Please, have a seat Susan Dr. Foster said. And tell me what has brought you here.

I watched the petite young wife as her hands nervously smoothed out the back of her skirt before she sat in the chair in front of the doctor’s desk. Her hands fidgeted with the front of her skirt, smoothing out the fabric over her slender legs. It was a conservative skirt, to be sure. She looked like a girl who had lived a conservative life. Yet her creamy legs were still very visible as her hands played with the fabric.

"Well, it was