Doctor-Mediated Threesome Therapy

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The amber light of the setting sun bled through the office blinds, casting long, warm stripes across the Persian rug where three souls were entwined. Jane’s breath hitched as David’s gaze, intense and analytical, traced the line of her shoulder, his thumb brushing her collarbone with a reverence that made her heart flutter. A soft, desperate sound escaped Choky’s lips as he watched, his own hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, a silent war of insecurity and longing playing out in his eyes. Then David’s touch shifted, a deliberate, knowing pressure that sent a jolt of pure, undiluted electricity coursing through Jane’s veins, her back arching instinctively as a blush bloomed across her chest. Her fingers, trembling, found Choky’s hand, lacing with his in a plea for him to join this fragile, unfolding truth, to see her not as a failing wife but as a woman awakening. Witnessing the raw, unspoken connection spark between his wife and the doctor, a dam broke within Choky, his own hesitant touch finally meeting the small of her back, a tear tracing a path down his cheek. Their shared sighs filled the quiet room, a symphony of released tension and rediscovered hunger, as hands, no longer belonging to separate people, explored with a tender, collective urgency. Jane’s head fell back against David’s shoulder, her body becoming a bridge between the two men, a conduit for a love that was expanding, not dividing. In that golden, suspended moment, every touch was a whispered secret, every glance a forgiven sin, weaving them together in a fragile, perfect equilibrium. The world outside the office windows ceased to exist, leaving only the profound, healing silence of three heartbeats finding a new, synchronized rhythm.