Warning: This story is about cuckholding. It features a woman cheating on her husband, without reprise, for the expressed intent of her own sexual gratification. It also presents the idea that women like well-endowed men and prefer having sex with these type of men.
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"So, I understand that one of you has taken advantage of the open marriage" said Dr. Wooden at our next session.
"That's right," said Samantha with a sly smile on her face. The thoughts going through my head at that moment legitimately scared me. I really wanted to wipe that smile off her face.
"Christ" I thought. "She's really done a number on me."
"Have you participated?" asked Dr Wooden, motioning towards me.
"Not yet" I'm so angry that I can barely get the words out.
"I see" said Dr. Wooden thinking about the situation. "What was it like being in the house, knowing that your wife was with another lover?"
I didn't know what to say. If I was being purely honest I had to admit that there was a small part of me that was turned on but the overwhelming emotion was anger.
"I-I-I... I was angry." I couldn't believe it took me that long to think of what to say and that was the best I could do.
"May I ask why you didn't participate in the challenge?" asked the doctor.
"Well, it's only been a few days and..."
"So you weren't able to find a date?"
"Well, no, of course..."
"Do you think that's a more direct source of your frustration?"
I looked over at Samantha who was biting her lip to stop from smiling. I had to stop this. It was killing me.
The rest of the session went on like this. I was starting to dislike our doctor. I felt like he asked me questions just because he knew the answers would humiliate me. He also baited Samantha into putting me down. He continued asking question after question about my sexual inadequacies, even after she had made her point. Samantha wasn't pulling any punches either. Not only did she not seem reluctant to go into detail, she seemed to be enjoying it.
He finally got to the point where he brought up her new lover.
"So, was your new experience enjoyable?"
"Very much so" said Samantha.
"Now, you mentioned before that you had not been unable to achieve orgasm for a while. Were you able to break the dry spell?"
"Oh god yes" she said with a blush and a chuckle. Unless my eyes deceived me I'm pretty sure I saw Doctor Wooden biting his lip, trying to keep from smiling. "It was like I opened the floodgates."
"Can you describe the sex itself?"
"Well, we got right into it. He didn't waste too much time. We drank a little bit of wine but he was undressing me and bending me over, pretty quickly."
"Was the sex rough or gentle."
"Really rough" she said running her tongue along her lower lip. She had begun breathing heavier like she was reliving every moment again in her head.
"You told me that you liked gentle love-making" I said.
She thought. "Yeah, I do but somehow sex with him was different. I wanted him to take me hard."
"So what was the difference between your new lover and your husband?
"God, everything... He was in better shape. I could feel his six pack rubbing up against my stomach. He was able to last longer which obviously was nice. And I haven't even mentioned his cock yet..."
"Now, you mentioned that when having sex with your husband, penis size became an issue, did you have that problem with your new lover?
Her eyes got wide. "Nooooo..."
Dr. Wooden wasn't even trying to hide his smirk now.
After our session, I felt like a piece of crap. Sam offered to make dinner but I didn't feel like eating. I walked up to our bedroom and crashed on the bed.
I really didn't understand what was going on in my head. While Sam was talking about her infidelity, I was very angry and disgusted, but I didn't try to stop her. I wanted to know more. I thought about what she had said during our session. I picture her with a young, well-built man, very self assured. Sam pulls down his pants revealing a huge cock as her eyes widen. I focus on the look on her face, in my imagination it's a combination of surprised, pleased, and maybe a little intimidated.
I begin stroking my cock. Why is this turning me on?
I've always been quick but I was so turned on that I orgasmed almost immediately. I leaned back in bed to relax, noticing Sam peeking in from the door.
"Christ," I think "Did she see me?"
She opens the door, walks in and sits on the bed next to me.
"You know... I have another date on saturday.
"Don't remind me."
"You know, this doesn't have to be fun for just me." She paused. "I could tell you about it afterwards."
I ignored her and turned away, pretending like I didn't know what she was talking about.
That saturday, I was in the garage lifting weights as Samantha got ready for her date. I had a set of barbells in the basement that I had gotten out and dusted off a few days earlier. I looked down at the flab under my arm. How did I let myself get this unappealing?
I set the barbells down when I heard the front door close. I saw Samantha walking away from the house towards her car parked in the driveway. . I stood by the window and watched her get into the car. I watched her back out of the driveway and took note of what direction she was going in. Then I ran for my car.
I followed her across town. She was taking me through the nice, upscale neighborhoods. I don't know why I expected that her new lover had less money than me but she was driving past the country club.
She entered a gated community. Damn, how was I going to follow her now?
I looked around for the tenant's mail boxes. It was on the wall connected to the gate. I drove up and looked at the names on them.
There were half a dozen names on the mailboxes but one name stood out. My suspicions were confirmed... One of the mailboxes had the name Wooden on on it. I peeled out onto the highway.
Samantha had her next private appointment on wednesday. My private appointment wasn't until thursday but I drove to the therapist's office anyways. I brought my binoculars with me.
Dr Wooden had left his blinds up because his office was on the third floor and couldn't be seen from the ground. I parked on the fourth floor of a parking garage that was down the street and had a perfect view with my binoculars.
I saw Samantha walk through the door. She went in to hug Dr. Wooden. That was a little strange but not necessarily unprofessional. Dr. Wooden closed the door then turned around to share an embrace. He kissed her passionately God, to think, this is what they'd been doing and I had been paying him like a sucker.
Dr. Wooden leaned against his desk. Samantha continued kissing him. Dr. Wooden unbuttoned Samantha's blouse while she gazed at him longingly. She was wearing a lacy, black bra. Samantha began unbuttoning Dr. Wooden's shirt. I could see, even from this distance, that he was in really good shape. He wasn't a body builder or anything but he had definition.
I saw the door open and Dr. Laslo walk in. I smiled. Now, they were in for some trouble. All she had to do was report them to some type of psychiatric organization and Dr. Wooden would lose his license.
Dr. Laslo didn't look surprised however. She walked over to where Dr. Wooden was standing. She reached behind her head and undid the hair that had been up in a bun. She shook her head and long flowing hair fell below her shoulders. She put her hand on Dr. Wooden's bare chest and kissed him.
I was enraged. What the hell was going on here? Was this some kind of scam these two pull to take money off guys like me while fucking their wives? I ran down the steps of the garage and into the building that Dr. Wooden's office was in. Dr. Wooden's receptionist looked surprised and got up to stop me but then thought better of it.
I slammed open the door of his office and burst in.
Inside, Dr. Laslo was rubbing Dr. Wooden's chest while Samantha was unbuckling his pants. Samantha and Dr Laslo had both continued undressing in the time it took me to run over. Samantha was now wearing a skirt and bra while Dr Laslo had on a bra, panties, and garter belt. They all looked surprised and a little worried except for Dr. Wooden. He had a shit eating grin on his face.
"Honey..." said Samantha.
"Don't Honey me. What the fuck is going on here?" I said, trying not to raise my voice.
"Uh, this, isn't what it looks like."
"This is exactly what it looks like" said Dr Wooden. "Please close the door and have a seat."
I was so angry I wasn't about to do anything he told me to do. I was a little surprised that he wasn't even trying to lie to me.
"Please, let's be adult about this" said Dr Wooden. "Give me the opportunity to sit down and discuss this. If you want to kill me after that, you're more then welcome."
I did as he said but I slammed the door way instead of closing it to prove that I was still angry.
"I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but you're wife came over to my house saturday night."
