After a nice dinner my Psychologist wife said, "We need to talk." I just gave her a puzzled look and shrugged. She said, "I found your porn!"
Immediately I fell into a state of dread and started thinking. No, No she's going to try and fix me. I didn't think she would leave me because that could be seen as a professional failure. No, I'm in for the `rescue and repair' treatment. There will be endless hours of interrogations that won't be limited to a fifty minute hour.
She started in on me about her professional reputation and how the slightest hint of this kind of behavior would cause a major scandal and embarrassment. It would destroy the plush lifestyle that her income provides for us.
I said, "Come on! how the hell is me watching porn destroying your career and leading to the destruction of the life we've built for ourselves? you're an intelligent woman. I just don't understand! It doesn't make any sense". I was hoping to put her on the defensive and give myself some time to think.
What she said in reply had my head spinning for days. "You silly man", she said. "I don't care about your porn habits! I just can't afford to fuck some random men in front of my husband only to find out that I've been doing the brother-in-law of a patient. I'm more than willing to fuck and be fucked senseless by some men for your entertainment but it will be on my terms. When, where, what, and who I do is up to me and up to me alone. But I promise you that I will give you a treat that will last you a lifetime. But remember I will be indulging myself in enough debauchery to last me as well. last chance! are you absolutely sure you want this?" At that point my brain started to leak out of my ears and my cock began oozing. What the fuck just happened? Holy Shit!! All I could manage to say was, "Yes, yes, I love you so damn much!"
About a month or so later she told me that she formulated a plan of action for my wife-watching therapy. She went on to tell me about a guy a while back that would give a dog a hunk of meat and ring a bell at the same time. I jumped in and said, "Hell no. I won't have you treat me like a dog. No way. I won't put up with it".
"No, you don't understand. just hear me out for a minute." She said, "What I am talking about is called conditioned response. it works on us humans too. I will be the ringing bell and you can be sure that I will make you drool.