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Group Therapy Saved My Marriage

The seven-year itch came a year early in our marriage.  Sandy and I have been together for six years when we realized that we were in trouble.  It wasn’t anything horrible – no big financial disasters or secret affairs.  We just didn’t enjoy each other sexually like we used to.   We were a week away from our anniversary when Sandy suggested we see a therapist.  She didn’t want to live in a loveless marriage and I sure as hell didn’t want to go the rest of my life without getting a sexual high so I agreed.   And it was the best decision I ever made.

The first time we met with the therapist – I’ll admit, it was kind of weird.  I didn’t feel all that comfortable telling him about our problems.  Doctor Brand was big guy, well built, broad shoulders and thick arms.  Even sitting in a chair he commanded attention and it was easy to see that Sandy found him attractive.  And, well, he was a good-looking guy – hair with just a touch of gray, green eyes, a firm chin.  During our first session, all I could do was watch her watching him and vice versa.  And by the time we reached our third session, I was sure I’d made a mistake.  I was going to therapy to revitalize my love life but it seemed like my wife and doc were more interested in their own!

I started to picture it in my head.  Doc Brand holding himself on top of her push-ups style.  Fucking her over and over with what had to be an enormous cock (a conclusion I came to when I saw the bulge on our second visit).  It was terrible to think about but I couldn’t get it out of my mind and in away, it was kind of exciting.  We were getting ready for our fourth session when Sandy asked me to sit and talk.

“Honey, I’ll be going to Dr. Brand’s alone tonight,” she said.  “He thinks I have some deep seated issues that would be best worked out between him and I.”

”Without me?”

“Well, he thinks that your presence is stifling me.  That I can’t fully open up with you sitting right beside me.”

Open up, indeed.  She was going to open up her legs and her mouth and heaven only knows what else!  “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“I’m sure.”  Then she gave me this chaste kiss on the cheek, before heading out of the house – alone.

I sat there, stunned.  Knowing full well that she was going alone so she and Brand could fuck.  I started to pace, the steam rising inside of me.  Who the hell did he think he was, anyway?  But the more I paced, the less angry I became.  He was a strong, healthy, good-looking guy, and I wasn’t giving my wife what she needed. . . maybe this was a good thing.  After all, I did want Sandy to be happy.

Keeping that thought in mind, I began cleaning up the house while I waited for my wife to return.  I did the dishes and ran a few loads of laundry.  I was turning down the bed when the phone rang.  It was my wife.

“Darling, I think you should come over to Dr. Brand’s office.  We’ve made a break through and I really want you to share in it.”

I was very surprised by this turn of events, but I stopped what I was doing and hurried over to the doc’s office.  It was late and the whole building was dark except for his suite on the ground floor.  I entered the reception area and heard it – a sound I never heard before – my wife moaning in ecstasy!

I walked right into Doctor Brand’s office and there he was with my wife bent over the couch, pounding her from behind.

“Sandy!”

She turned her head and saw me and her face flushed red.  “Oh!  You got here so quickly!”  She tried to straighten but Brand’s cock was so far up inside of her she couldn’t move.

“Sorry to have to break it to you this way,” said the doc, “but I discovered the problem with your marriage!  Apparently, your cock is so small, your wife can’t feel it when you fuck her.  Since you’re the first man she’s ever been with, she didn’t understand that this was abnormal.  Now that she knows what a normal cock feels like, it’s all become clear.”

“That’s right,” Sandy said, speaking between gasping breaths.  “I always read about how good it feels to be fucked and I’ve seen those women in the movies, groaning and sobbing with the passion but I never felt it with you.”

”But Sandy!  You’ve had orgasms!  I’ve heard them.  I’ve seen them!”

“They were fake, darling.  Totally fake.  And up until now, I thought everybody was faking!  I never knew it could feel this good!”  And then she screamed, “OH!  Dr. Brand!”

He had her by the hips and was shoved into her to balls deep.  He was shuttering, shaking, I knew he was shooting his load up her pussy and I’ll be damned if my cock didn’t jump with excitement, too!

When he pulled out of her I saw how really huge he was.  He had to be four times my size and if that was normal – well, I could hardly blame my wife for faking it all these years.  Sandy collapsed on the couch, exhausted and panting for breath.

“Honey, you can’t imagine what a relief this is!” she said.  “To know that it was you and your puny cock that was ruining our sex life.  I just can’t believe I wasted six years!  Really, darling. You have to experience Doctor Brand’s cock to fully understand.  Take him in your mouth and you’ll see!”

I did see – a monster cock, covered in a combination of his come and my wife’s juices.

“For the good of our marriage, darling.  Do it.”

I dropped to my knees in front of Doc Brand, then I grabbed hold of his cock and wrapped my lips around his helmet and tentatively licked some of the juice from the end.

“Oh, you’ll have to do better than that.”  Sandy got off the couch.  She grabbed hold of my hair then held me still while Brand shoved his cock half way down my throat.  “Now, that is what a real man feels like, darling.  Thick and long and hot!  Just the opposite of your pathetic wiener.”

I was practically choking but I kept on going, licking and sucking, thinking about how much my wife was enjoying the sight of me cleaning up her lover.  She enjoyed it so much, she soon had to sit back down so she could finger herself while I finished.

“Doctor,” she said.  “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.  Now that I’ve felt a true orgasm from a real man’s cock, our marriage will be so much stronger.  As long as I can have real men to satisfy me, of course.”

“Of course,” I said, finally disengaging myself from Brand’s horsemeat.  “If it will make you happy, dear, that’s all I want.  I just want to see you smile.”

And boy did I ever.  From that day forward, Sandy and I found dozens of lovers who were willing to satisfy my wife while I watched.  And with Sandy finding relief in true, earth shattering orgasms, she was much more willing to play with my puny cock when I earned my keep.

Even though our marriage is now perfect, we sometimes visit with Doctor Brand and his other patients – he has a special meeting once a month that gives all new meaning to the phrase “group therapy”.

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It Pays to Advertise

I noticed the difference when she came back from the meeting. The slight glaze in her eyes, the extra dose of baby powder on her skin and the buttons. That’s what really did it for me – her blouse buttons were crooked. You know the third button in the fourth hole and so on. Her blouse had been buttoned just right when she left for the meeting with Grainger.

“So how did the meeting go?” I asked, still debating the merits of coming right out and asking if she’d fucked my most profitable client.

“Oh, it was probably the best meeting I’ve ever had.” She flopped down on the sofa in my office then crossed those mile-long legs of hers. Her skirt rode up with the move and I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties. I was sure she had panties on when she dressed that morning.

“How so?”

“Well, Mark, he’s just. . . how can I say it? He’s so demanding. In a good way. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. But it was so funny, you should have seen him trying to get into my little VW.”

“He’s bigger than me,” I said, thinking about how I fit easily into Susan’s small car.

“Oh yes, a couple of inches bigger, I’d say.”

That surprised me. “A couple? He’s like 6’5”.”

“Oh! Height. You were talking about height when you said he was bigger.”

Then she smiled and it ran right through me. She was talking about his dick! She was telling me that his was a few inches bigger than mine! And that was when I realized that my dick was tenting my pants. It threw me at first. I was so angry when I noticed the buttons. When I thought about her cheating on me! But now that I had this image of Mark Grainger boning my wife. . . Discretely, I unzipped my fly.

“So tell me more. What did he think of your presentation?”

Susan laughed, as she ran her long fingers through her hair. “He loved my presentation. Loved the whole package. He said I had a gorgeous design and he totally agreed with me that implementation should be hard and fast.”

Hard and fast? My eyes were locked on her lips when she said those words. I could see those same lips wrapped around Mark’s cock, sucking, pulling. I slipped my hand into my pants and squeezed myself through my cotton briefs.

“What else?”

Susan got up from the couch, came over to my desk then perched on the edge. Now she could see me. See that I had my hand on my hard-on but I couldn’t let go.

“What else? He told me about his trip around the world. The one he took on his yacht. It’s a huge yacht. So big, he often has trouble finding a slip that fits.”

I was so swollen it was starting to hurt. Just the pressure of the fabric of my briefs and my pants and now my palm pressing down on my engorged cock. “Do you think.. . “ Oh, man, I could barely form a sentence, my brain was so mushed. “Do you think that sometime I could see him. . . dock his yacht?”

Susan lifted her leg then set her high-heeled shoe in my lap. I barely had time to snatch my hand away when she started to press down. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. This weekend, I’ll be presenting my designs to Mark’s top execs. You can come along to watch and learn.”

She leaned forward, the heel of her shoe biting into the tip of my cock. I gasped, then moaned, an electric tingle putting my entire body on alert. Her face was so close to mine, I could feel her breath – minty clean and sweet.

“That is why I hired you and married you! Because you’re the best.”

When we arrived at the marina on Saturday morning, Mark did a double take.

“I didn’t know Sean was coming today,” he said, a bit of disappointment in his voice.

“Oh, don’t worry. He finally realizes which one of us is the real advertising whiz so he’s here to watch and learn.” She kissed Mark on the lips, just a brief one but still it made my cock jump.

We boarded the yacht and we quickly cast off and headed out to sea. There were two other men sailing with us. George, a short Armenian and Randy, a big black guy. They were both dressed in swimsuits and when I met them they were lounging on the deck with beers in their hands.

“Shall we get down to business?” said Susan, then she stripped off her sundress with one easy tug revealing a lime green bikini underneath. “It’s clear to me that what you need is a fresh but sassy approach. It’s not enough to have a good product. You need to show it off if you want to reap the rewards.” She reached around behind herself, then undid the clasp of her bikini top. When her breasts fell free, all three men glanced quickly at me. When I didn’t object they returned their gaze to my wife’s lovely shape.

“Now George, I understand that you helped mold the product into what it is today.” Susan swung her leg over the lounge then settled herself on George’s lap. “Perhaps you could demonstrate the technique that you used.”

George didn’t hesitate at all. He grabbed two handfuls of my wife’s breasts then began kneading them, working them with his palms and his thumbs. “I believe in a hands on approach.”

“Just hands?” Susan arched her back to give him more.

His answer was to take one of her boobs in his mouth. He sucked it in, tugged and nipped until he was rewarded with a sweet sigh from Susan’s lips.

“Sean, darling. Would you get me a drink?”

I obeyed without question. I ran to the galley and found a bottle of ice-cold tea. Susan loves tea. I ran back in time to see George running his tongue over her hardened nipples.

“Here you are.”

“Open it and pour some in my mouth, my hands are too busy to grab the bottle.”

That was when I noticed that her hands were inside of his trunks. She was working him, kneading him like he was kneading her.

I tipped the bottle and poured some of the tea into her mouth. She caught most of it but some dripped down her front. George lapped up the spill moving down her front to her navel – just to be sure he got it all.

Susan leaned back so she was lying on his legs. Her hands could no longer reach him so they searched for something new to hold on to. Randy and Mark both filled the need. They pulled off their trunks and slapped their cocks into her hands. If Mark was a yacht, then Randy was an ocean liner! I’d never seen a piece of meat that big!

Susan did an ‘enney, meany, miney, mo’ and it was Randy’s dick that won. She turned her head and took him in her mouth. My knees gave way as I watched that big, black dick slid past my wife’s lips. There was no way she could take it all! But inch after inch he kept on going. Then suddenly Susan shrieked and bucked. George had pulled her bikini bottom aside and had two fingers up inside her pussy.

“Oh, man, she’s soaking wet!” He declared as he plunged in and out of her.

I sat down on the chair that Randy had vacated, my fingers locked tight around the cold tea bottle. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I couldn’t believe how I was feeling. My wife sucking one guy’s cock, getting finger fucked by another and Mark. . . he was jerking off in front of her and I knew it was bound to happen. He yelped then squirted his load all over her breasts. A few seconds later, Randy shot his load, too. Far too much for her to hold, it dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. But she didn’t notice. Susan was in heaven with George’s whole hand pounding her insides.

“Fuck her,” I whispered. “Fuck her hard.”

She was panting and gasping, wriggling like a fish on a hook and then she collapsed in a sweaty, come-soaked heap.

”Sean.” She could barely speak between gasps. “Clean me up.”

And I knew she didn’t mean with a towel. I set the bottle aside then got on my knees beside the lounge. With three men watching, I licked the salty, sticky goo from her chest. It didn’t taste very good, but knowing what it was made me want it all. I licked and licked and when she was clean, Susan grabbed my face then pulled me into her for a kiss. This time there was no minty fresh breath. This time she tasted like George – musty and tangy and I sucked every bit of it out of her mouth and into mind. I swallowed what felt like gallons of spunk. And it left me wanting more.

I got more. During the course of our sailing trip, all three men took turns fucking my wife’s mouth and pussy. Never once was I allowed to touch her. Never once was I allowed to come. But it was the best day of my life.

My wife will be getting a promotion come Monday. She’ll be the new president of Finnerty Advertising. And me? I’ll take the position of the lowly junior exec with a lot to learn.