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  Marriage Therapy

  A Dom, a Sub & a Cuckold

  by

  J.D. Grayson

  20,500 words

  Marriage Therapy: A Dom, a Sub & a Cuckold

  Copyright © 2014 by J.D Grayson

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Other Books

  About the Author

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  All characters depicted in this fictional work are 18 years of age or older. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner without written permission from the author.

  Chapter One

  Lori Hale’s blond-hair glowed upon golden bed sheets. Her luscious body sunk into soft shadows. An imprint haloed her curves like an angel in silk snow. Pale window-light highlighted her hazel eyes. Twenty-five year old skin glazed in porcelain glory. “Let’s have sex tonight...it’s been months! In fact...take me...like an animal. Spank me...bite me...tie me...beat me!” she begged in a desperate rant.

  A horrific gasp escaped Tyler Hale’s lungs. He froze at the bed’s edge in sickness. Lori’s husband looked like a man awaiting execution. He never looked happy when asked for sex, though he’d certainly never looked that disturbed. “Excuse me...did you say...spank? Like...with a hand on your...butt cheeks?” Tyler asked horrifically.

  Also 25 years old, he’d never heard his wife speak such foul words. He was an average guy in every way, soft around the edges with a 4 inch-cock. Though Tyler’s appearance didn’t bother Lori, the sexual disinterest did.

  She paused, turning fifty shades of maroon. I knew this was a mistake! She silently told herself. Those book boyfriends aren’t real, after all! Damn lying smutty eBook authors! I’d like to murder every one of them! “I was just kidding,” she said with a fake smile. “I don’t really want that.”

  Placing a hand on his heart, Tyler tried to fend off cardiac arrest. “I thought you’d been possessed or something! I was about to call a priest!”

  They have eBooks like that too...oh never mind, Lori told herself. “No. That type of naughtiness is for those...bad people,” she said.

  “Dangerous perverts to be more exact!” Tyler announced. “You really want sex tonight?” he asked.

  “You said you wanted to have a kid someday...my clock is ticking. How else will it happen? A sperm bank?” A long pause filled the room, as Tyler’s face tensed in thought. Lori’s mouth dropped open, He’d rather go to a sperm bank...than have sex with me? How sick!

  “Would that cost money?”

  “Yes,” she said unhappily.

  “I’ll choose sex,” he said, climbing on the bed like a disinterested day laborer. Mounting her like a hired sire, he nestled between her legs. Working his partially stiff cock into Lori’s dry abyss, he elicited a moan from her. Unfortunately, it wasn’t produced by pleasure, but a lack of lubrication.

  Finally inside his wife, he pumped away. There was no kissing or caressing, certainly no edge play. Sexual dominance and deviance wasn’t his nature. Having been raised to think sex was for procreation alone, it didn’t stop there. He never argued, preferring silence over engagement. Deep discussions and long talks were non-existent. He preferred to follow rather than lead, watch opposed to perform. Lori’s secret desire, BDSM, was the last thing Tyler would ever consider.

  Also raised to fear sexual pleasure, Lori Hale’s thoughts were once absent BDSM too. It started with the book Fifty Shades of Grey, slowly graduating to fetishes and fantasies outside the vanilla zone. Tyler had no idea those books hid inside her E-reader.

  With each new masturbatory orgasm, Lori was forced closer to the truth. She finally accepted two facts: the books made her cum and her husband didn’t. By daring to reveal her hidden desires, she wanted to see if things would change. He blew the opportunity, therefore destroying her hope. In reality, even as naturally submissive as Lori was, she was more likely to spank him.

  Instead, she continued with her usual during-sex thoughts. Did I leave the oven on? What will I wear to work tomorrow? I asked him for sex...so is it bad that I wish he’d just finish already?

  Realizing her negative thoughts weren’t productive, she drifted into imagined fantasy. It seemed her mind had moved beyond Fifty Shades, craving darker scenarios by the day. She felt guilty, though managed to continue on. Lori imagined being a dominant man’s sexual pet.

  From bed-ties to beatings, she’d willingly submit to his darkest desires and commands. Even a few forced fantasies popped in her head, things not so willful. Lori envisioned herself blindfolded, gagged and bound.

  Double penetrated with a vibrator in her ass, another in her sweet slit, she was teased by her master’s tickling touch. Alternating from pleasure to pain, he’d slap her breasts, pinch her nipples, and bite her thighs. With no other option, she was forced to cum in endless pleasure. She even imagined being bred by another man’s seed, impregnated by him instead of her husband.

  Of course, none of those fantasies mattered. Before she could even consider orgasm, Tyler grunted, emptying a white load inside his wife.

  Right when I want him to continue...he ends. That about sums up my sex life, she sadly thought. After a few more grunts, Tyler dismounted, rolling over. The lights were already off, crickets chirped from outside. Having mustered courage to ask for experimentation, the denial deflated her sails. She wouldn’t ask again.

  Lori rolled over to her side of the bed, like she did every night. Shutting her eyes, a final thought entered her head. I guess this is it. For the rest of my life...I’ll wonder what it’s like to live out my dark fantasies. I’ll wonder what it’s like to be dominated.

  *****

  Lori Hale sat at her work cubicle. Much like her monotonous home life, each morning started the same: coffee, weekly payroll preparation, financial record updates, more coffee.

  A massive sigh escaped her mouth. She stared at the brown vinyl divider, separating each coworker. Hitting her lowest emotional point ever, she was about to jump out of her skin. Unable to physically do so, there was only one other way to accomplish such a feat. Do something out of character, something sexually risqué.

  One particular scene tempted her mind, read from an eBook called Dominated by the Boss. She couldn’t remember the author’s name, though didn’t care. The books were just used to get off anyway.

  It featured a woman who performed an edgy act at work. Like Lori, discovery would be humiliation. Even worse, it would bring job loss. Though at that moment, she needed something to break the stale haze in her life. The edgier the better. The character’s description could’ve been Lori herself.

  Turning her head to the side, she assured her adjacent coworker, Tara, was still in a meeting. The male coworker in front was hidden behind the cubicle. It was now or never.

  Turning on her monitor, she Googled bondage videos. Clicking the first one, the scene popped up. It was in a therapist’s office, female patient bent over the desk. A professional man in a suit spanked a curvy blond, looking much like Lori. He used his hand, leaving large pink prints upon her glowing skin.

  With the volume muted, she couldn’t hear dialogue, though knew it wouldn’t exactly be Shakespearian anyway. Do it! She silently dared herself. Without another thought, she spread her legs. Sliding a hand up smooth thighs, she pulled her white bikini briefs to the side. She wanted to try a thong someday, though couldn’t imagine a string riding up her ass.
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  She spread her vaginal lips with two fingers, feeling a river of wetness she’d never experienced before. Far from a master of masturbation, she knew little about the clitoris. Instead, she slid one finger inside her soaked snatch.

  Like the erotic eBook she emulated, she imagined being watched. It didn’t matter if it was a camera or eyes, the mere thought of being on display drove her wild. She imagined being punished for her naughty, dirty act.

  On screen, the suited man went from hand spanking to a belt. The female porn star cried out in pleasurable pain, face contorted with untamable lust. Inspired by the video’s edge, Lori added another digit into her pink paradise. Sliding knuckle deep, she slowly finger-fucked herself.

  Her breath increased, matching her thumping heart. A twinge of greater fear suddenly struck her, unleashing a paranoid gaze around. No one was there to catch her. Though even if they had been, her train wouldn’t be derailed.

  Returning to the monitor, the belt-swinging therapist aimed between the porn star’s legs. The tender pink lips stung in sadistic smacking. In the moment’s heat, Lori craved the same. Far from a sadist, the curvy blond bookkeeper ached to experience that good kind of hurt.

  Withdrawing her fingers from the wet chasm, she pulled her white panties to her ankles. Spreading her legs, she gently smacked her own feminine box. It felt good, making her crave more. The suited therapist belted his sub’s clit harder. In perfect sync, Lori smacked her pink angel wings as intensely.

  Forgetting all about nearby employees, Lori smacked her juicy lips again. The video Dom belted his sub harder, making her face tense in raw emotion. Mrs. Hale smacked her lips harder too. Her porcelain palm crashed into feminine flesh. Long red nails scraped at her tender folds, setting her softness ablaze.

  The sound of slapped skin filled the air. Lori’s eyes shut, no longer needing the video to cum. Her mind was on the burning sensation simmering below. Her nipples pressed against her bra, straining in inverted pleasure.

  She craved the next sting, spreading her moist thighs wider. As amazing as it felt, nothing compared to pummeling her clit. The hardest smack of the morning buzzed her love button like pollinating bees. A million bolts of electric sex sizzled her soul.

  Gasps of heavy air exited her lungs, a passionate moan followed. She covered her mouth with the free hand, clamping her legs closed. Muffled squeals fought to escape, partially succeeding. Squashing her moist thighs, each finger was choked between heavenly gates. Her sweet oyster ached with burning pleasure.

  Two momentary thoughts entered her head. I’ve never orgasmed so hard...not even using penetration. Umm...I think someone’s standing behind me.

  “You bad girl,” a feminine voice sounded.

  Panicking, she quickly turned her chair around. She gasped in horror, her brunette coworker Tara had returned. Lori’s panties were still around her ankles. A faint wetness stained the crotch. “I’m so sorry,” the curvy blond said, quickly yanking them up.

  Tara smirked. “Sometimes...a girl’s just gotta rub one out,” she winked, returning to the neighboring cubicle.

  To Lori’s shock, her coworker said nothing more about it. After a brief pause, the blond whispered, “You’re not gonna turn me in?”

  “Turn you in...for being turned on? Why would I do that, honey?”

  Lori thought. “I guess...you wouldn’t,” she said, slowly returning to her work. After a few keystrokes, she started talking again. “I’m really not one of those...bondage freaks...I swear! The video was...the wrong one. I meant to click the romantic scene. You know...the kind that doesn’t show close up parts.”

  A laugh sounded from Tara’s mouth. “Right.”

  “What? You don’t believe me?”

  Tara stopped typing. “Girl...it’s fine. Everyone gets their...freak on occasionally...as you called it. Though to me...it’s called a typical Saturday night.”

  “Shhh!” Lori stressed. “Others may hear you.”

  “They do it too.”

  “Really?”

  “Of course. The more innocent the girl...the dirtier her thoughts. You just can’t see them. And those naughty eBooks have dirtied those thoughts even more,” she winked.

  Lori blushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Sure,” Tara said with a giggle.

  After typing a few more numbers in, Lori whispered again. “Can we talk somewhere...more privately?”

  Tara paused, “Time for a bathroom break.”

  *****

  The girls entered the ladies’ room. “You might wanna wash your hands,” Tara suggested. “Not that I mind,” she flirted. “Though if the males get a whiff of that sweetness...they’ll attack. Not necessarily a bad thing.”

  “I think I’ll do that,” Lori quickly turned on the water flow.

  “So we’re alone now,” Tara said. “Ask what you wanna ask.”

  Lori turned off the water, drying her hands. “I don’t know...this is all too personal.”

  “Just ask me,” Tara stressed. “We’ve all been there.”

  After a deep exhale, Lori said, “Do you...finish with your husband?”

  Tara started laughing again, as Lori turned red. “Finish?”

  “This was a mistake...you’re making fun of me!” Lori said, heading for the exit.

  Tara stopped her, “Honey, no. I wasn’t making fun of you. You’re just so...stiff about it. Furniture gets finished...people cum. Say it.”

  “Orgasm.”

  “Better...but too clinical. Say cum.”

  Lori paused. “But...it’s so dirty.”

  “And watching a girl get whipped between the legs...isn’t dirty?”

  “OK...cum. There, I said it.”

  “It’s a start,” Tara finally answered. “Yes, I cum with my husband...and I’m guessing you don’t.”

  Lori turned beet red, hanging her head in shame. “I don’t. In fact, he never even wants it.”

  “No reason to be embarrassed...I was in your spot at one point.”

  “You were?”

  “I was.”

  “What changed?” Lori asked curiously.

  “Not what...but who.”

  “You cheated?”

  “Not technically,” Tara smirked.

  “Is this one of those...Clinton type definitions? Oral sex is still sex.”

  Tara went into her purse, opening a small card case. After shuffling through it, she removed a business card. “Before I give you this, tell me...what do you fantasize about...when you masturbate? Is it like the video...edgy and dark?”

  “No...I told you...that was a mistake click. I was aiming for romantic sex.”

  “So...you seek handholding, walks on the beach, wedding rings...not spankings by a powerful hand. Not being dominated and roughly ravished.”

  “Exactly,” Lori said unconvincingly.

  “Then he’s not what you’re looking for,” Tara said, returning the card into her case.

  “Who’s...he? Can’t I at least hear more about him?” Lori asked.

  “Honey, you’d never be able to handle him.” Tara headed towards the exit.

  “I do!” Lori’s voice echoed off the tile walls.

  Tara stopped. “You do what?”

  “I fantasize about...the things you said. The video...was what I intended to watch. I want edge.”

  Tara returned to her coworker. “One more question. Your husband, would you say he’s dominant or submissive?”

  “How would I know? He doesn’t even show interest in sex. It could just be me...for all I know.”

  “Girl...you need to pay attention to those details. Does he ever take charge to deliver your needs? I’m not even talking sexually...just in life. Or are you the one...who wears the pants in the relationship?”

  “He’s submissive. I wear the pants...and trust me...I prefer dresses,” Lori answered in disappointment.

  The smirk returned to Tara’s face. She removed a card, handing it to her needy coworker. “
Give him a call, tell him I referred you.”

  Examining the card, Lori asked, “Marriage therapy? Oh, I’m not sure an average thing like that...will solve this problem.”

  “Trust me...this man is far from average.”

  Chapter Two

  Lori and Tyler Hale sat in the therapist’s waiting room. The name on the door read, Dr. Joshua Stone. Tyler thought back to the prior night’s conversation. He recalled asking his wife, “Why would we go to a therapist? Everything’s great with our marriage!”

  “Not everything,” Lori said in embarrassment.

  Shock filled Tyler’s face. “Like what? We get along fine, do activities together, and share a love of food and wine. What more could a woman ask for?”

  She sighed. “You’ve left something out.”

  “You don’t like my cooking?” he asked with glossy eyes.

  “It’s not your kitchen skills lacking. It’s in the bedroom.”

  He gasped. “But...we finish just fine!”

  “You finish. I...never even arrive.”

  “So you’re saying you were acting? You faked?”

  “Acting? I never climbed on the stage, Tyler. It was never long enough to fake...nor was it often enough.”

  “That hurts.”

  “I don’t mean to hurt you...I swear. I love you...just not your...”

  “I’m not getting a penis implant...if that’s what you’re asking!”

  “Just not your skills. I need a change...to spice things up.”

  “Like what?”

  A penis implant wouldn’t hurt matters...oh stop it, she silently thought, quickly pushing the offer from her mind. “I don’t know. Why not try that spanking thing, I mentioned?”

  Suddenly, a vile look crossed his face. “Oh no! You mean that wasn’t a joke? You mean...you’re one of those...freaks, after all! It’s like a cult! Before you know it...you’ll be singing Age of Aquarius around a campfire. You’ll start calling grown men daddy!”

  “I’m just trying to spice things up...a little.”

  “So are you one of them...or is this just a phase?”