A one-time friend of mine, a divorced woman, did have an affair with her therapist. She talked about him giddily for months before anything happened. I honestly thought the whole thing was her fantasy until she showed me pictures—and asked me to stay with her kids overnight while she kept a rendezvous with him.
The affair ended when the therapist’s wife asked to meet with my friend. Kindly but firmly, she told my friend that she was welcome to her husband, as long as she also wanted to run his errands, iron his shirts, put up with his moods, etc. Essentially she said, help yourself, but if you do, you have to take the whole package and not just the fun parts.
My friend woke up—and found another therapist.
She also admitted to liking the wife, who wasn’t the vixen she’d been painted as.
It didn’t occur to me then, but now I think maybe the wife had already dealt with the same situation a time or two.