Marriage Therapy: A Dom, a Sub & a Cuckold Page 4

  Her trembling hand reached for Tyler’s penis. She took hold of it, aiming the ruler’s edge along the shaft’s base. Placing her thumb at the head, her fingertip got wet with clear-leaking lust. It was obvious he was turned on, even in the most embarrassing of acts.

  After obtaining the measurement position, she stood, handing the ruler over to Dr. Stone. “You will announce it, Lori,” he ordered.

  Fear crossed her face. She didn’t want to face it herself, as well as hurt her husband. Though most of all, she feared disobeying her therapist. She slowly brought the ruler to her eyes. A gasp filled the air. “I don’t wanna...”

  “Say it,” Joshua ordered.

  After another pause, Lori quietly said, “4 inches...exactly.”

  “I would've guessed 3,” Dr. Stone said bluntly.

  Tyler’s head sunk lower, cock rose a little higher. His attention was quickly diverted to the therapist’s dropped pants. To Mr. Hale’s shock, a massive spear sprung from Joshua Stone. His mouth dropped open in shock.

  Lori thought, Holy penis-saurus! My books weren’t lying! They do exist!

  “Measure me, Lori,” he ordered. She looked over at Tyler, seeking visual permission. Before she could do so, Dr. Stone said, “Eyes on me.”

  She quickly returned her gaze to his, avoiding the throbbing member below. She said, “Yes, doctor,” inching towards him.

  As she arrived, he ordered, “Kneel.”

  Obeying him, she dropped to face his swollen spear. Her hands trembled more than ever, having never touched another penis. Gently grasping the thick base, she pressed the ruler to the powerful shaft. Joshua felt the trembling touch reverberate his cock. It only made him harder and longer.

  After marking the measurement spot, she examined it. Another gasp exited her lungs. She looked up at Joshua Stone, quickly turning away in blushed embarrassment. Then she looked back at her naked, hard and humiliated husband.

  “Tell him,” Dr. Stone ordered, already knowing his number.

  After a lengthy pause, she spoke, “Nine inches.”

  “I believe you’re selling me short,” Dr. Stone added.

  “Nine...and three-quarters,” she admitted.

  Tyler’s head sunk even further, along with his confidence. Oddly enough, his cock grew harder. Why would he do this to my husband? She asked herself in frustration. It’s like...Dr. Stone will do anything to make Tyler feel like a dog.

  Dr. Stone pulled up his pants. Reaching in his desk drawer, he removed two black dog collars with leashes. “Come here...both of you,” he ordered. The naked couple apprehensively approached Dr. Stone. “Kneel.”

  The two dropped to their knees at the powerful doctor. As much as Tyler hated it, he seemed more eager with each new act. First, Joshua Stone put the collar around Lori’s soft neck. Next, he clamped a collar around Tyler’s. “Form a doggie-style position,” Dr. Stone ordered.

  Positioned on their hands and knees, they awaited the doctor’s next move. Joshua stood, taking hold of the leashes. He led forward, walking them around the room like human canines. They crawled around, submitting to his dominance with each inch. As much as it may have appeared to be a mean-spirited act, it wasn’t intended to abuse. It was meant to show them who was boss. If they didn’t see him as their master before, they would after.

  Unleashing them, he left their dog collars on. “Roam freely,” he said, watching them crawl around the room nude. He saw their independence fade with every step, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

  “That’s enough for now. Tyler returns to the couch, Lori come to me. Collars stay on,” he ordered. The couple obeyed, as he went back into his drawer, removing a pair of handcuffs. He handed them to the naked curvy blond. “Cuff your husband’s hands behind his back, then ankles.”

  She exhaled, wondering if Tyler would even allow it. To her surprise, he turned around, holding his wrists together. Seeing his immediate obedience, Lori followed orders. The husband’s wrists were locked in. He then sat down on the couch, bringing his ankles together. They were locked in place too, stopping his mobility.

  The look in his eyes was one of anxiousness. It was as if any willpower had faded. He entered a submissive space, where all control and masculinity vanished. That was about to be tested further.

  Dr. Stone said, “Lori, come sit on my lap.”

  The curvy blond stiffened in aroused fear. Having already been spanked by Joshua, she only imagined his next plan. She still couldn’t make sense of it all. Making her way over to him, she carefully sank upon the doctor’s lap. She felt the 9 3/4 inch cock brush her naked ass through khakis.

  “How does this make you feel, Tyler?” Joshua Stone asked.

  The cuffed man tried to speak, though could barely get the words out. “You already know.”

  “Tell me!”

  “Sick! It makes me feel sick!”

  “What else?”

  “Nothing else!”

  “How about this?” he asked, reaching for Lori’s soft C-cups. Mrs. Hale’s breasts stiffened along with her body. Joshua Stone’s large hands captured the pale bulbs, trapping them in his rough hands. He squeezed hard, kneading her mammaries like soft dough.

  Lori’s nipples rose, engorged with flowing lust. The doctor pressed her back into his silk tie, his strong chest and abs hidden beneath. Her blond hair draped his face, smelling like passion fruit shampoo. Cocoa-butter lotion added to the feminine sweetness. The more pressure he put upon her red tips, the harder they got.

  Mrs. Hale’s curvy body went limp on Dr. Stone’s lap. She’d completely surrendered to the alpha therapist, feeling her nipples invert beyond the areola base. Soft moans escaped her, breath heaved heavy with unknown anticipation.

  Tyler’s anger began to rise. Jealousy struck his soul, lust swelled his seeping cock. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any more intense, Joshua’s hands skied down Lori’s sloped breasts. Covering every inch of satin skin, he sailed passed her belly, arriving at her moist thighs.

  Joshua’s fingertips tickled their way to her sweet slit, spreading her pink paradise wide. Even from Tyler’s vantage point, he could see sticky stretched lines of cloudy-white pleasure. The sweet scent of arousal filled his nostrils again. It was something Lori never produced with him.

  Mr. Hale gritted his teeth, yanking at his steel restraints. An intense feeling filled him. It was so potent, he didn’t know if it was rage or pleasure. He didn’t know if he wanted to kill or cum. I feel like I’m gonna explode...in every way! He silently thought.

  Dr. Stone spread Lori’s thick thighs wide, gaping her wider upon his lap. Her velvet folds draped downward, contacting a rock hard rod. It wasn’t his cock that would fill her that day. Instead, a long round finger slid into the sopping sauna. It was so wet and hot, a gurgling sounded like a growing geyser.

  Easily entering knuckle deep, Joshua pressed upward. A massive gasp entered Lori’s lungs, feeling her undiscovered G-spot swell within. Not knowing what it was, she was frightened, yet greatly intrigued. Another finger slid inside her lips, then a third.

  By the time a forth finger was added, Lori wrapped her arms around Dr. Stone’s shoulders. She’d forgotten Tyler was even present. Her vaginal canal was so heavy and strained with lust, she thought she’d tear. It was the good kind of tear, one she’d gladly risk.

  Joshua began pumping, hand-fucking Lori’s honey pot. He started with slow sensual strokes, asking Tyler, “How do you feel now?”

  Tears filled Tyler’s eyes. Rare rage accompanied it. “I told you already...it sickens me! Angers me!”

  “What else?” Dr. Stone asked, continuing to masturbate Lori on his lap.

  Frustration overtook Tyler, as he showed rare aggression, “Nothing else, damn you!”

  “Keep watching,” Joshua Stone ordered, pumping the curvy blond patient harder with every thrust. All four fingers invaded her heavenly highway, stretching her to new widths. The faster his fingers fucked her, the harder her heartbeat. Her face tensed
with stiff pleasure, making expressions Tyler never witnessed.

  Lori’s moans loudened. Feeling eyes upon her, she buried her face into Dr. Stone’s strong neck. The scent of cologne filled her nostrils, mixed with the scent of a freshly showered man.

  A burning sensation filled her baking box. All four of Joshua’s fingers were knuckle deep. Lori’s G-spot was so pressured, she felt like it would burst. The urge to pee filled her, though it was different than normal. She couldn’t quite figure it out.

  Tucked safely into Joshua’s neck, she shielded herself from visual embarrassment. Her shelter was ended, as Dr. Stone gently grasped a handful of blond hair. Slowly yanking on it, he forced her head to resurface, guiding her gaze towards his.

  The mere sight made her hotter than she’d ever been. Dr. Stone’s fingers delved deeper into Lori’s soaked snatch. His wrist formed a natural rhythm, palm smacked into her clit with each landing.

  Her moans were fully audible, echoing off Tyler’s ears. The nude, cuffed husband was as steamed as he’d ever been. Yet, he was also as aroused. He shook uncontrollably, losing control of his own thoughts. He didn’t even know his own self at that moment. Why am I so hard, yet nauseous? This can’t be happening. I can’t ejaculate like last time...it was so humiliating! Damn embarrassing!

  Lori moved inward to Joshua’s lips, drawn by his dominant allure. Dr. Stone nearly engaged her in a sensual kiss, yanking her blond hair back at the last moment. Biting her neck instead, he knew the danger a kiss could create. His job was to fix a patient, not fall in love with her.

  The pulled hair and finger-bang made her erupt. Orgasmic pleasure-cries assaulted Tyler’s ears. A million bolts of lightening trickled through Lori’s soft body. Every sense was awakened inside her, every pore rose upon her skin.

  Suddenly, liquid fire erupted from her depths, blasting the therapist’s fingers outward. Wiggling around on Dr. Stone’s lap, she squirted feminine rain all over the khaki-covered cock. As Lori’s hug tightened around Joshua Stone’s neck. She pressed herself into his body, cumming in helpless bliss.

  At that moment, Tyler let out a moan of his own, spewing an untouched load from his 4 inches. Streams of sperm sailed from his shaft. Tightened thighs choked his prostate gland into eruption. Pulling at his own restraints, he tried to escape, though could not.

  Dr. Stone watched the couple cum from his actions. They were already pushed to sexual areas he’d never taken most couples. Although usually cautious to move too fast, he’d taken a bold risk. Tyler had to be broken early or never. Being a quitter by nature, he could run at any moment. The therapist was determined to break him first, even at the risk of destroying their marriage.

  “You bastard!” Tyler shouted, rising to charge Dr. Stone. Even with cum still escaping, he tried to move. Crashing to the ground, the cuffed man didn’t get far.

  “Tyler!” Lori shouted in concern. She leapt off the doctor’s wet lap. Before she could aid her husband, Dr. Stone stopped her.

  “No,” he ordered.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because he needs to answer me first. Tyler, how do you feel?”

  “I fucking told you! Sick!” he shouted.

  Dr. Stone calmly repeated himself. “Tyler, what else do you feel? Tell me, or stay locked in those cuffs.”

  A storm of tears sailed from Tyler’s eyes, as he curled into a ball. He refused to answer. Joshua shook his head in disappointment, hoping his patient would admit the obvious. Mr. Hale’s true nature wouldn't be acknowledged on that day.

  Dr. Stone handed Lori the key. “Free him. Then you may both leave. I’ll see you next week...alone,” he instructed her.

  *****

  Another week went by, Tyler continued withdrawing more. Each night, Lori lay in bed, waiting for her husband to accept his submissive desires. Instead, he turned further away, withdrawing in embarrassed isolation. Oddly enough, she began to care less with each day.

  A past cycle of negative thoughts, transformed into ones of desire. It was less about her wants, than that of the man who wanted her. She was constantly wet, rubbing herself to orgasm multiple times a day.

  Joshua Stone’s manly cologne still stained her skin. She bought a bottle of it, spraying her bed sheets, inhaling it into her conscience. For the first time in her life, she felt attractive, desired. In reality, she knew nothing about the therapist personally. Though she wanted to change that. Does he do this with all his patients? Am I special to him? Could he be in love with me?

  As much as she wanted the answers, she also feared them. I’m safe with Tyler...do I really wanna give that up for sex? I do love him, maybe I can even want him, if he’d just want me. He masturbates every night. He’s having an affair with his hand...while his naked wife awaits him in bed. I just don’t understand it. I think I liked it better when he was asexual. At least I could pretend he was impotent.

  It became like clockwork. Every night at 2 AM, Tyler crept into the bathroom. At first, Lori slept through it. Though awakened to footsteps, she noticed the door cracked open. The sound of secretly stroked skin emanated from within. She spied a peek, seeing the once libido-less man jerking off.

  More anger and confusion filled her. He’s always called masturbating filthy and perverted. So what’s changed now? I have to ask Dr. Stone what this is all about. Maybe that’s why Joshua wants to see me alone. Or maybe...there’s a deeper reason, She thought in silent hope.

  *****

  The next week arrived. Lori entered the office for her solo appointment. She wondered what he’d do to her alone, sitting on the couch nervously.

  “You seem nervous, Lori,” Dr. Stone implied.

  “Well....it’s probably because I am.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because...I need answers. If I don’t get them...I’m gonna have to leave you.”

  A smile crossed Joshua Stone’s face. “You’re entitled to leave, if that’s what you want.”

  The look of depression crossed her face. She silently wondered, He doesn’t even care if I leave. I knew it. I’m not special after all! I feel so stupid. I feel unwanted, unattractive again. Why am I such a...girl...sometimes? “You know I don’t wanna leave, doctor.”

  “So tell me what you want,” he asked. “Only you can decide that.”

  “I don’t even know what I want. I came here to fix my marriage...though, I don’t even know if I care anymore. Is that wrong?”

  “There’s no wrong answer here, Lori. Life’s not a written test.”

  “There you go again...it’s like you speak in riddles. Who taught you psychology? Yoda?”

  “You want answers? Ask your questions.”

  “Really?”

  “Ask.”

  Would you fuck me...till death do us part? She silently asked. Of course, she couldn’t actually ask him that. “Why is my husband getting worse? We came to you for a cure. And please, don’t use words I don’t understand, like cuckold.”

  “That’s a fair request. Your husband will never be cured.”

  Shock covered Lori’s face. “Then what am I paying you for?”

  “You actually haven’t paid me a dime yet.”

  “Well...I will when you ask me to! You won’t take my money for some reason!”

  Ignoring the money statement, he answered her. “Tyler can’t be cured because he’s suffers from no ailment.”

  “Less Dr. Freud and more Dr. Phil, please.”

  “Sure. He’s a natural submissive.”

  “But...I thought only women were subs.”

  “Not at all. Submission is a state of mind, not a gender. A cuckold is the extremity of that. Your submission is rooted in respectful discipline, someone taking charge of your desires, yet not crossing a line. His comes in a much different form.”

  “I still don’t get it.”

  “Humiliation. Degradation. He loves you...yet knows he’s not enough for you. In fact, he doesn’t even want to be enough. Seeing his wife, pleasured by a dominant ma
n, unleashes the inadequacy he always felt. It triggers his sexual desire...the same way dominance triggers yours. You got bored without it, well...so did he.”

  Surprise filled her face. “Wow. But...if that’s the case, why does he masturbate alone. Why doesn’t he want me, if he’s so turned on by the night’s events?”

  “Because he’s ashamed. Your issues stem from the same place. The force that stopped you from admitting your submission before, is the same that stops him from accepting his. You were just brave enough to break your chains.”

  A light shined inside Lori’s head. “As odd as it sounds...it suddenly makes sense.”

  “That’s what they pay me for...well, some pay me...at least.”

  “But...what do we do to make him accept it?” she asked.

  “I’ll keep doing what I’m doing,” he said strongly.

  “Will it eventually work?”

  “Only if he accepts it, admits it. Society has defined his manhood already, therefore making him feel judged. Carrying around such fear, will destroy a libido.”

  “I understand the feeling.”

  “Then you understand the importance of seeing this through. Just know...I’ll only turn it up from here.”

  A newfound eagerness filled her. “I’m committed to this, I submit to you in every way,” she said with such passion, her mere voice made Dr. Stone hard. Although she’d already made a verbal commitment, her statement was more than business. There was something deeper in Dr. Stone’s body than lust. They both feared what it could be. It scared them both.

  Quickly changing the subject, Dr. Stone asked, “Any more questions?”

  She paused, forcing herself to ask, “What happens...if he does change? Then what?”

  “You’ll find a dominant man...” he said, forcing the reluctant words out. Although he’d said them to patients before, he never felt attached to one. He was always happy to let them go on with life, enjoy their newfound discovery. Dr. Stone knew this patient would be no different, anything else would blur his own lines of discipline. They were rules he set for himself. “A dominant man...to pleasure you on a regular basis.”