Annoying disclaimer for the idiots. This is a cuckold story, so if you hate that stop now, don't waste your time. There are plenty of other stories to read so please enjoy those instead. Don't be one of those people who hates sushi and then goes to a sushi restaurant only to leave a bad review. Also, this is a free internet sex story. There will be editing errors, but I guarantee you it's not enough to distract from the story. I don't have a professional editor, it's just me, writing for free and fun. I hate that I have to add this part. Everyone else please enjoy!
Allison and I had a relatively simple wedding being that we were just out of high school. My family was not very supportive since they wanted me to go to college and join the long list of therapists in the family. This was not part of my plan though as I wanted to try and make my own money developing apps. In the meantime I was working at a local movie theater to bring in some money as I worked toward my goal while Allison was working as a barista at the local Starbucks.
Allison's family was actually quite happy about the wedding because they were very religious. Her dad was also a military drill sergeant, so he ran a pretty tight ship focused on discipline. I think he like the structure of us getting married. Allison wasn't quite as religious, but she definitely played the role. Part of that manifested itself in our sex life, or I should say lack of. We had gone to second base before the wedding but that was it. It's weird because it seemed like Allie was always super into it, but when things would start getting good she would stop, saying that we needed to wait for the wedding.
Anyway, on the wedding day we did receive a little bit of money along with a few gifts. One of those gifts was from an aunt who was a therapist specializing in relationships. She gave us a gift certificate for five free sessions from the practice she worked in. My aunt pulled me aside after I opened her gift to tell me that working on relationships early was the key to success. She said that basically all of her clients could have avoided their current problems if they had handled them much earlier. I didn't really think that much about it, but figured we'd probably use it at some point. Allison didn't understand and was a little bit offended until I lied and said it was given to all family members.
The wedding night was not quite what I had planned. I thought once we were married it was going to be nothing but sex and debauchery. In our humble little hotel room that my parents got us things could not have been more different. Allison wanted the lights dim because she was shy and thought it would be more romantic. I thought she would try and give me a blowjob finally, but she didn't even try. I thought about going down on her, but figured if she didn't want to on me then I probably shouldn't try on her. We did eventually consummate the marriage in the traditional missionary position. I didn't last very long even with the condom because I was so excited. She made some noise, but I didn't get the impression that she liked it very much. I had seen more of a reaction from me playing with her in the backseat of the car.
I'm not really sure what I was expecting given the fact that we were both new to all of this and she was dealing with her religious guilt demons. We did manage to do it again in the morning, but it was basically the same. Allison had such a great little body from her days cheerleading that it was hard to keep my hands off her. She had the typical girl, I hate my body syndrome though, so she tended to keep it hidden more than show it off. So even after the wedding and the wedding night I still hadn't really seen her pussy up close. I knew what it felt like of course, but surprisingly it was still a bit of mystery visually.
Married life was not much different for us than before. We both kept working. Allison was going to community college because she couldn't afford University. I was getting closer to my app working but it still needed time. Ultimately I think we fell into the standard rut only 6 months in. The sex hadn't changed much either. We would do it two or three times a week, but nothing new or different. I couldn't put my finger on, but it seemed like she was waiting for something or something was missing. It was really starting to bother me so I finally spoke up. I told her that I wanted more from our sex life and she took it as an attack on her. She said it wasn't her job, which I didn't really understand.
Things were cold between us for the next two weeks until I suggested that maybe we should use the gift certificate for therapy. That lead to another fight because she thought we should be able to handle our own relationship. Once again she mentioned something about me taking charge. She also felt hurt that we needed help so early into our marriage. I was eventually able to convince her that if we hated it after the first session we would stop and never talk about it again. Also, I told her she could pick the doctor which seemed to really help.
After a week of research, some of which I believe was stalling, she settled on Dr. Pamela Dunbar. I think she thought that a woman would be more sympathetic to her than me. I have to admit I thought the same thing and was slightly disappointed. In another way I was glad it wasn't a dude because that might be awkward for me. Either way, we were able to make an appointment 2 weeks out. Things finally warmed up between us and we headed to our first session in a better place.
When we arrived at the clinic everything came crumbling down. Dr Dunbar had been in an accident and was out for an unknown time period. We were told that all of the other doctors were booked for at least two months and the only option was a new guy named Dr. Brown, who literally just started, so he had no patients or reviews. We discussed it briefly and to my surprise Allison said we should do it. Her quick decision had me puzzled until I realized that she was hoping it would go terribly so that we would be done with it all. As he had only started the day prior he would be able to fit us in today, which was convenient at least.
Dr Brown was not what I had in mind when we walked into his office. I was expecting your typical TV therapist. Tweed jacket, thin, salt and pepper hair with glasses. Instead he was a little overweight, terrible comb over and thick glasses. He introduced himself with a firm handshake and mentioned that he got his PhD in alternative "eastern therapies", whatever that meant. Ugh, Allie was going to get her way. This guy is going to be some hippie quack that completely scares off my wife.