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Newly minted S19 Captain Andy Herrera paces the area in front of Dr. Diane Lewis's desk, hands in her pockets. She secures a
last minute appointment after her morning shift--a 25-minute 'free period' between appointments, thankfully--as
Diane sat placidly with a cup of tea (Andy's sat cooling on the desk). "Why the HELL do I feel RESTLESS in my marriage?"
she asks aloud. "I love Robert and I know he loves me; he's Battalion Chief again and I finally have my 'dream job'...
so WHY? What gives?"
"Well...it's somewhat normal to feel somewhat restless in a relationship. From what I know about you, you feel antsy the
moment your life feels stable for even one moment. Your pattern of, um--multiple 'entanglements' over the years has
become somewhat ingrained, and it's possible you feel a form of wanderlust. That in itself doesn't mean that you're a bad
person or a bad wife. I've been there, and I find it helpful when exploring the root of these restless feelings."
"Sounds good," Andy murmurs, re-claiming her seat and crossing her legs.
"In my first marriage, I felt restless in the relationship from the moment it started. I loved him--without a doubt, even
before we BEGAN DATING, so it didn't make sense that I'd be the one to get the jitters. It took some time for me to finally
to realize my restlessness wasn't really about him — it was about the fact that I wasn't used to being in relationships. I
wasn't used to regular 'check-ins' or the accountability that comes with established relationships...sound familiar?"
"VERY," Andy replied ruefully. "Oh, yes; what do I do about it?"
"Again: those restless feelings don't mean you've done anything wrong: unless or until you act on them ...
a good partner communicates openly and honestly with their partner. The feelings themselves don't mean that you're
being unfair to Sullivan. Keeping the 'drama' to a minimum is highly recommended: a good start would be NOT--REPEAT
NOT depending on JACK GIBSON for 'relationship advice'; not to shit on him but he may be the least qualified person in the
city to dispense such advice. Talk with Sullivan more--GO DEEP and don't avoid touchy topics."
"I had no clue that marriage would be so much WORK," Andy remarked. "Pre-Robert in-depth discussions and 'deep
dives' weren't a part of the agenda--not a ton of talking; more 'action-oriented'," she joked.
Diane asks "Are you happy where you live? Environment often can bring about these feelings, and we can't rule out the
possible effect of the added stress the demands of a new command and adjusting to your new reality: your friends and
colleagues are now your direct reports...and you are SULLIVAN'S direct report."
"I see. Well. I love our home and the adjustment from Lieutenant to Captain has not been as seamless as I imagined. As
far as Robert, he's been my boss before." She pauses, breathes deeply, and blurts "He wants a baby."
"Hm. Do you want that: a baby or babies?"
"I didn't at first, but I'm coming around to the idea."
Diane offers a possible solution to cure or tame Andy's wanderlust: find a way to spice up marriage"...
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'Ani' sits in a hotel bar in downtown Seattle, sipping a white wine; she politely and smoothly rebuffs the many would-be
'suitors' who approach...until tall, bald, bearded and stunningly handsome 'Ron' approaches..."Hello; would you mind if I sit?"
he asks in his deep, mellifluous voice. "Sure," Ani replies with a huge smile. "Ani", she purrs, extending one hand.
"Ron," her delicious companion responds with a smile. "I have to say, Ani that you may be the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen."
Beaming, 'Ani' demurs "A world traveler, are you?"
"Germany, France, Puerto Rico, Central and South America, Iraq, Afghanistan--a few others."
"Hmmm: Impressive. What did you think of Puerto Rico?"
"Mágica ," [magical] he replies, his eyes sparkling.
"¿O, si... Aparte de Español, otras habilidades que tienes? [apart from Spanish, what other skills do you possess?]
He leans closer, "MANY", he whispers.
"Oh...a wedding band," she murmurs.
"Yes...on a similar finger as the diamond on YOUR hand," he retorts mildly.
"Sooo..."
"I have a suite--16th floor."
Ani says "NICE; those 16th-floor suites are sooo elegant."
Another wide smile from her companion. "You're familiar then," he remarks wistfully.
"A happy memory, I hope?"
"Not so much," says Ron. "She stepped out in this very hotel. YEAH."
Ani tsk tsks. "So you married half a whore...are you still grieving?"
"Nah. I'm over it."
"Huh. Well," she finishes her wine and remarks "I'm expected."
Finishing his cocktail, Ron says casually "1640." Their eyes meet, hold, and he walks away...lopes away--like a wolf ...Ani
muses to herself. Like a HUNGRY, PROWLING WOLF...
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-16TH FLOOR-
"Hey. You're expected somewhere."
"HERE. Isn't that what you insinuated in the bar?"
"Did I?"
"1640, you said...except this is 1625." Ani pauses before continuing. "You wanted to know if I'd do the work to find you after providing
me the incorrect room number."
He shrugs, and steps to one side, with another of those smiles that make her nethers tingle. "Huh. The 16th floor is where they keep
the California Kings," she remarks.
Her guest offers "Have a seat; I can room service some wine, something stronger"...
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed (at the foot), Ani replies "I'll share yours."
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''Oh...ROB--RON!," 'Ani' gasps. Her hips jerk in response to her lover's caress, and his fingers easily enter her. The wetness soaks his
hand instantly. The sexy and desirable Latina is now thoroughly worked up and bucks hips those blunt, knowing digits riding them so
that they probe her soaked entrance over and over again. The sound of her wetness echoes throughout the room. The big man keeps one
hand on her lower back, holding her in place while his fingers snick, snick, SNICK in and out of her leaking womanhood...he leans over and
nibbles the slightly damp nape of her neck, murmuring "You're wet as FUCK, Ani"...his partner shivers; as with his hands, 'Ron's breath against
her skin gives 'Ani' the sensation of FLYING..."ROBERT, PLEASE...I need you inside me NOW!"
He teases her a bit more, gliding his bulge against her pliable bottom, and she shouts in frustration: "Robert !"
Relenting, he makes a final pass over her delightful ass with the massive massive bulge tenting the front of his trousers, then the
rasp of his zipper and something long and thick flops out, slapping against her thickest cheeks and sending them a-wobble...
Winding his arms about his half-dressed wife's slim middle, his hands resume fondling cupping, hefting, and squeezing. The over-
sized, blunt tip of his jutting member finds its way between the round, full cheeks of her bottom. Andy gasps and jerks when this
happens, but not like before. Her sexual lust is awakened, and once it rears its head, there's no stopping it. The tip of the spongy
dome brushes against sexy Andy's outer labia, making her shudder with sudden heat. A steam of clear, viscous fluid drizzles from
between those swollen lips as Robert's experienced fingers spread them apart and captured the straining bud of her clitoris between
them, squeezing firmly, but gently. At the same time, he pumps his hips, sliding deep into his lover's wet, wanting pink core.
"Oh; Oh DIOS!!!" Andy whimpers, as her pussy clenches spasmodically around the warm, thick staff. Her vaginal muscles soften,
expanding around the magnificent girth. She groans low in her throat; on her wedding day--when she tells Papi that Robert is the
only man to make her 'feel' of all of her past lovers--THIS IS WHAT SHE'D MEANT! An incredible horniness sparks in her belly as her
husband's rampant cock pumps faster in her sopping wet tunnel, his heavy balls swinging beneath it slapping against her oven-hot
gash with each inward thrust. Waves of delicious pleasure radiate from her deeply penetrated vagina as Sullivan works her into a lust
that has been a part of their sex life since their very first time together...
Big, strong-fingered hands, which have been using his luscious wife's ample hips as levers, slide up her sides and beneath her armpits
to lustily cup and knead her bouncing, huge-nippled titties, tweaking and flicking the thumb-sized teats while Andy shivers in response.
shivers in response.
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-TBC-