The Therapist

This series follows the emotional and psychological journey my wife and I undertake after a moment of infidelity, well she blew a black guys cock right in front of me. An experience that challenges our relationship and forces us to confront hidden truths about our pasts, our personalities, and our sexual differences, which also includes incest.

With the guidance of our therapist, we began to navigate complex emotions, uncovering layers of our sexual past that had long been buried - perhaps best left that way, but they refused to stay hidden.

Please note:

This story contains graphic scenes, including racial intercourse, and that means both ways, there are scenes of incest, rape and old/young stuff.

To make things easier for readers, I'll include a brief content note at the beginning of each chapter, outlining what's involved. That way, you can decide whether or not you'd like to continue with that particular chapter.

Important disclaimer:

All characters are over 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. As a non-native English speaker (I'm Swedish), please forgive the occasional grammatical error or awkward phrasing.

Main Characters:

Steve (me), 23

Sarah, my wife, also 23

Other characters appear throughout the series, but the focus remains on our journey.

Ok, ready to go? Let's roll.

Chapter 1 - Jamaica.

(Includes interracial relationship, both ways)

Scene: I am having my first session with our sex therapist, Emelie, and I tell her how things went wrong in our sexual life. Mainly her blowing a black man's cock.

"We headed for bungalow for a quick nap, a good fuck, a shower and then some cocktails. We finally made it to Jamaica. The girls in the reception both nodded excitedly when we checked in. I had no idea why they giggled at the moment, but I soon found out.

We had booked the hotel because the best man from our wedding had really recommended it. So, here we were.

I noticed a big grin formed on the black bellboy's face when he walked us to our room. He encouraged us to swing by our rooms and grab swim stuff as their private beachside bungalow had a huge swimming pool and hot tub. He pointed down the beach to a place five hundred yards away with tiki torches burning around the tropical landscaping.

Once in the room, we showered and fucked, but instead of sleeping we decided to start drinking.

I think that was the first mistake we made, starting to drink before lunch.

"Yeah, that's never good," the hot therapist said and made a note in her pad.

"Sarah got especially wobbly in her heels. I really liked watching her get dress, she is a very attractive girl, well woman, I mean, she's 22 so I can't really call he a girl either, can I?"

She took forever, stoned out of her head. Anyway, eventually, like 4 hours later, we went down to some pool party the place had.

When we were about to leave, I told her how much I was looking forward to tearing that dress off her as soon as we got back from the party. She giggled before biting her lower lip naughtily and reminding me that I probably would have to tear her bikini off instead." It made sense; it was, after all, a pool party.

My eyes widened as I pictured her amazing body in the little white two-piece.

"Trust me, I won't have any trouble ripping that thing off...there isn't much there to begin with!"

I "stonedly" announced.

We scooped up our stuff and headed over to the bungalow. The place was awesome, and while we were definitely the minority, there were

some

other white people there, most of whom were female."

"How many people were at the party?"

"Oh, I don't know, probably thirty or so, but it was pretty chill--everyone was having a great time. Some guys were playing an acoustic set on the pool deck while the booze flowed freely.

Before long, joints started making their way around, and I watched Sarah smoke yet another joint.

I think we were all super stoned. As people jumped into the pool and it started to be really hot, Sarah went back to the hotel room to get changed, while I just pulled off my shorts, I had my swim trunks on under.

"Sarah returned in sheer cover-ups over her tiny suits, nonetheless, I could still see all the black guys checking her out as she walked across the deck. Sarah was impossible not to watch, her D-cups jiggled ever so slightly as she strode towards me. I could tell every set of eyes in the place was scoping her out."

"Go on," the therapist said after I quieted down for half an hour.

"Before long, many of the party attendees made their way into the pool or the hot tub. We bellied up to the little swim-up bar, yes...they actually had a swim-up bar." I laughed.

"We ordered some rounds of shots and hung out with some new friends for the next hour or so as people came and went. The huge hot tub was still really crowded when we finally climbed in."

"But over the next half hour, the crowd began to thin. I noticed that the other white women wandered off with the black musicians or their buddies. I didn't think Sarah picked up on it as she was immersed in a spirited conversation with a gorgeous woman in her mid-50s.

I had taken more than my fair share of hits of the weed and wasn't capable of adding much to the conversation. Eventually, we were the only four remaining in the huge tub, so we got up and walked over to the bar area. I tried my best to stay involved in the dialogue, but Sarah and her new friend were in a deep discussion about the meaning of life, which I couldn't get my drug-warped brain around."

"But at this stage, you hadn't noticed anything odd about your wife?"

"No, not really, or that I can remember. I do remember that she and her new friend sat at their own table, but I can't remember why, anyway, this is when everything started."

"Ahh, sorry, Steve, go on."

"We were soon interrupted by a low moan from across the tub. It was pretty dark, but I looked over through the steam, and my eyes practically bugged out of my head. A black man was sitting edge of the tub, and a white woman's head was bobbing between his legs. I peeked over at my wife, and she and her friends were staring in that direction as well. I moved close to Sarah and sat down next to her. So, obviously, my memory is a bit fuzzy as you've probably noticed already."

"What was going through your mind, Steve?"

"First, I was shocked, it was all so open, 10 meters away from the bar, and I remember Sarah asked me what we'd gotten ourselves into. So many thoughts. I couldn't believe that lady who we had met before was now sucking the cock of a Jamaican man...Ooops, I hope you don't mind me being that graphic, Emelie?"

The clinical director assured me it was fine and encouraged me to continue.

"The scene was so surreal, I felt like the ultimate voyeur - yet I couldn't pull my eyes away. And then when the woman dropped down to lick hiss balls, I felt a pang of inadequacy when I saw the size of the his cock. It had to be every bit of nine inches long and thick as a cucumber."

"What was Sarah doing while this was going on?"

"That was kind of the most surprising part, I mean we'd only been married for six months, and dating for 2 years, but she had never displayed any sort of.. You know... Anything kinky or different then normal sex. While I thought she might be appalled or at least embarrassed, she wore a kind of indifferent, almost displaced gaze across her face. I figured it was the pot causing her glazed eyes and heavy eyelids. I was still trying to read her emotions when the sound of the Jamaican's deep voice distracted my attention. "Let's take this little party back to my room, shall we?"

I watched in amazement as the tatted black man pulled the petite brunette from the tub and carried her towards the house. She was no longer wearing bikini bottoms and the man's huge cock bounced in a semi-arc from one thigh to the other as he walked."

"Wow, I can see why you were surprised. That kind of thing doesn't happen every day...even in Jamaica. Did you have any idea why your wife's response wasn't more incredulous...yours certainly was?" Emelie asked, sensing the real surprise was yet to come.

"I didn't know at that point, but, I learned later..."

"I hope this is not making you feel uncomfortable. You only tell me as much as you want to and are ready to tell..."

"Yeah...um...Sarah admitted the following day that a man had his fingers between her legs."

"Oh Steve, I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you to say that," Emelie lied. "Sarah must have been so upset!"

"Yes... and.. No, I don't know...uh...to be honest, Emelie, hearing it the next day came as no surprise following what happened later."

"Oh?"

"I was still trying to get my head around what I'd just witnessed when I noticed two things: a black guy that we also met before had moved up onto the edge of the tub, much like the Jamaican guy from before had done, 10 minutes ago. I'm sorry, is this making sense so far?"

"Yes, Steve, go on, another man was sitting on the rime, but you said there were two things!"

"Yeah. The black man plopped his ass on the coping. It was hard not to notice his muscled physique, tattoos, and body piercings. Still, despite my best attempts to avoid it, my eyes were inexplicably drawn to the thick, rigid pole under his trunks.

Anyway, like I said, there were two things. The other was that my wife had moved to a table right next to the hot tub."

The therapist looked at me with a surprised look over her glasses.

"Oh my, he did that right in front of your wife? Obviously, she must have been able to see him too?"

"Yes...of course she could. My wife moved tantalizingly close before, and it became even more incredulous when Sarah's small, trembling fingers slipped into the elastic band of his trunks.

I gulped as she stretched the fabric away from his skin with both hands and peeked inside. From my angle, I couldn't see what she could, but her breathy response gave away her thoughts. "...oh Jesus."

"Take it out, baby," the man's Jamaican accent validated the moment,

" Show your hubby what those pretty lips are gonna be suckin' on!"

My heart nearly beat out of my chest as my wife slowly did as directed and slid his shorts down revealing the biggest cock I had ever seen. I guessed it was every bit of ten inches long with a head so swollen it looked top-heavy. With all my senses on overdrive, my ears picked up a faint approving resonance from somewhere deep in my wife's throat. "Mmmm..."

His package was now right in front of her face. She stared at it for the longest time. Time literally stood still - I felt paralyzed watching Sarah being inexplicably drawn to him.

One of her delicate hands came to rest halfway along his massive cylinder. I watched in disbelief as several inches of his thick cock now extended above and below my wife's petite fingers as the thin digits tried to encircle him. It was only then that Sarah peeked over at me."

"Oh my, what did you do, Steve?" Emelie asked, now excited to hear the details but maintaining her professional facade.

"Inside, I knew it was my last chance to alter what appeared to be the inevitable course of events--to actually protect the vows Sarah and I made to one another only a half-decade previously.

But instead of objecting, I stared blankly, rubbing my cock over my pants... giving my previously loyal wife full discretion to determine the direction our faithful relationship would take from that day forward. I don't know why my cock was hard, I mean, it shouldn't have been. For Christ sake, my wife was jerking another mans hard cock...

Anyway... Disbelievingly, I watched as she turned back to him and her stretched fingers suddenly squeezed and gripped tightly before stroking purposefully along his rigid pole. The man groaned his approval as his head fell backwards.

"Yeah baby stroke that big black cock!"

"He said that to her? What emotions were you feeling, Steve?"

"To be honest with you... and I know this might sound weird."

"Steve, you came to me because you trusted me to help you."

"Ok, to be honest, too many to say - if the whole experience wasn't enough to blow my mind, replaying what the man had just uttered took me to another realm. Not only was my stunning wife now stroking the huge cock of another man, she was stroking the huge cock of a

black

man. In all of our porn watching escapades, interracial sex was not something we'd ever talked about or watched.

At least I hadn't..."

"Did seeing your wife with a black man make you feel uncomfortable?" The counselor asked, stealing another glance at the mirror behind me. She waited anxiously for my response.

"No...I mean, I don't know. Everything was so surreal. The contrast between his dark, muscular torso and her blonde hair and light skin was captivating, yet...

I hesitated.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Emelie asked. "I think it all sounds really graphic."

The clinical director did her best to keep a professional outward façade, but inside, she was getting as aroused listening to my erotic story.

"Uh...um...yes Steve, I think it's important I understand all the thoughts and emotions you were feeling at the time."

"Okay. Well at that point I didn't have a lot of time to process my thoughts as Sarah reached for him quickly, dropped her head and planted a wet sloppy kiss on the head of his bulging cock. I was stunned. My wife, who had always been a much more enthusiastic receiver than giver when it came to oral sex, appeared desperate to taste him."

"Why do you think she acted that way, Steve?" Emelie asked, obviously already knowing the answer but wanting to hear his response.

"I don't know exactly. So many things had brought us to that point--my previous urgings, the setting...including the booze and drugs, or maybe it was seeing what the Jamaican man and woman had just done."

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you think it's possible your wife just wanted to experience a really large penis?"

"I suppose, especially after all the porn we'd watched and the incident with the marine just a few months before, but it still came as a surprise to me."

Emelie chimed again. "Oh, that's right. You said Sarah and you had an incident with a well hung marine at some party a few weeks before, and that you thought that your sex life, was "insatiable" later that night, and had became more adventurous in bed since then.

It sounds possible she may have some infatuation with large penises, but we can uncover more about that in our upcoming sessions. I apologize again for interrupting, but as I mentioned before, for me to provide the best assistance moving forward, I need to understand as much as I can about how you both felt when the infidelity took place."

"Yeah, I get it, doc. Where was I? Indeed, things escalated significantly at that point.

Sarah gripped his pole with both hands and licked sloppily around the exposed portion.

Saliva spilled from her lips and oozed down his rutted shaft. The scene was incredible--my wife's copious dribble intensifying the shimmering blackness of his black, veiny cock in the flickering light cast by the surrounding torches. I sat in bewilderment at what was happening right in front of me.

One of his large hands entwined in her thick hair as he grunted,

"Take it in your mouth baby, I'll teach you how to suck a big black cock!"

"Oh my," Emelie answered subconsciously.

"Her resistance faded fast. Her wet lips parted, and she took him inside. The contrast of his angry-looking cock and Sarah's flawless skin took on a more noticeable appearance as he pushed it deeper, bulging her cheeks.

The man urged, "That's a girl, swirl your tongue underneath the head just like that. Yeah, baby... Suck it!"

"What was going through your mind while Sarah copulated with him?"

"I knew I should have felt anger or betrayal, but arousal was all I was feeling. I was amazed at the fervor with which she pleasured him. My wife was never enthusiastic when it came to fellatio, but at that moment she looked like a junkie desperate for another hit as her tongue chased his swollen cap at the same time that he teasingly smeared his oozing pre-cum around her beautiful face. Finally, when she recaptured it in her mouth, she took him as halfway, then she increased her pace and before long she was licking and sucking all along his thick shaft and soon, she went as deep as she could, as if to ensure she didn't lose him again,

He put one of his feet up on the edge of the tub, spreading his legs in the process. I couldn't believe it when Sarah's head tilted, and I saw them for the first time. His smooth, dark, grapefruit-sized sack hung almost to the water--I could tell the leathery-looking bag was being weighed down by some heavy contents."

"Did your wife do it for him?"

"Oh definitely, I watched for the next several minutes as Sarah licked, sucked, and kissed his huge balls--each of them a mouthful itself. The man leaned back and confidently stroked the head of his cock above his belly button as my wife serviced his testicles. I had always fantasized about her doing that, but seeing it act, right in front of me, nearly blew my mind."

I took a deep breath before continuing. "There we were three thousand miles away while my wife, submissively sucking and licking the massive balls of a very black man in a hot tub in Jamaica.

It was like something right out of a porn flick, I had to stop stroking my dick through my suit or I would have cum immediately. And then out of the blue, my conservative wife's breathy voice sounded. "Mmm, your balls taste so good..."

Emelie shifted in her chair, The story was getting her aroused, too.

"I didn't have time to process her stunning admission before his cocky response came back quickly. "If you think they're good on the outside, baby, just wait till you taste what's on the inside. But before you do...let's have a look at these."

The black man calmly reached forward and pulled down the stretched cups from my wife's big tits exposing them to his obvious delight and creating a sexy sling from her bikini top. The stretched garment squeezed her huge breasts together, creating a delicious dish of soft white skin capped by her rock-hard nipples.

I watched as his bloodshot eyes popped.

"Damn baby, those are the nicest white titties I've ever seen!" He looked over in my direction and said to me,

"You're a lucky man hubby, but tonight your wife's big titties are

my property

!' The Jamaican then confidently tweaked one of Sarah's nipples, drawing a pleasurable moan from her nut-filled mouth."

"How did him claim of taking control of Sarah's breasts make you feel?"

"Again, I know how I should have felt, but it seemed so natural that the alpha male would do as he pleased. In fact, at that point he pulled her mouth from his nuts and slapped one of her boobs with his huge cock. He did it several more times before he told Sarah to wrap her tits around it. My wife didn't hesitate. She quickly removed her top and cradled his engorged cock between them. My stomach was in my throat as her skimpy bikini top, now obviously void of its earlier contents, floated in the pool."

"What did you do? Did you consider participating at some point, Steve?"

"In hindsight, I wish I had moved to her and fingered her or something, but I was so dumbstruck by the entire scene that I remained paralyzed. Over the next five minutes or so, I watched and listened as the Jamaican fucked my wife's beautiful tits. Again, the contrast in their connection was stunning. Seeing his fat, rutted obsidian snake sliding dangerously between her large, supple white breasts was breathtaking. He told her to spit between them to create more lubrication before he pulled her mouth down each time to suck his bulging head on each upward thrust. Eventually as his climax neared, he held Sarah's lips over his cock as his balls bounced against the base of her tits.