As I set my bags down near the front door, those ominous words came from my wife's mouth. "Gerald, we need to talk." Lynn's jaw was set while I rid myself of my baggage.
"What's wrong, Dear?" was what came to mind, my heart jammed into my throat.
"I need to be honest with you. I've been with Ted while you were away, and I think we need to see a therapist to save our marriage." Those words slammed into me, buckling my knees so that I held the back of a chair for support. Ted was one of her exes (and she has had many) whose past sexual escapades with her, have been part of our bedroom talk for a long while.
My wife was standing tall, wearing a red knee length cotton dress and pumps, a thin gold chain that hung neatly around her slender neck, and her hands were planted firmly on her hips. I had known that things weren't quite right, for some time. Lynn had been distant sexually, for probably the last year of our two-year marriage.
"You, uh, wha..." I stuttered as I walked around to the front of the chair and sat myself in it.
She quickly continued, "I love you Gerald. I tried, when you flew me to Geneva, but it's just not the same with you. I'm sorry." Lynn took a seat on the sofa opposite me, her butt just on its edge as she leaned forward toward my receding body.
I had indeed, purposely flown Lynn to be with me, while I was posted temporarily at our new division headquarters in Switzerland. It was only for three months, but with the way things were at home, I had made a deal with my boss that I could fly her over once a month, for a few days, so we could see each other.
Even in Switzerland, things were cooling down. We did have sex, but in bed Lynn just seemed to be elsewhere. We kissed and said, "I love you" to each other, but something was amiss. We held hands on walks, but I was sure that when she went home from her last visit, our relationship was in trouble. And, as much as I recognized it, this still stung like nothing I'd ever felt before.
"Wh-, What did you do, exactly?" I asked, meekly. Deep down, I knew it would be as bad as I feared.
"Honey, do you really want to discuss that right now? Don't you want to get on with healing our relationship?"
"I do, Lynn, but I don't know what I'm up against."
"Gerald, Ted came over here when I got back from Geneva and fucked me good, and he fucked me hard, like he used to fuck me. And he did that a few times, in the same night, in our bed. And he came back again and again, until last night. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
I sat still, mouth agape. I wanted dearly not to hear what I feared the worst. I hoped for a drunken, one-night-stand, or anything but what just hit me full in the face. In our bedroom talk, Lynn had long ago admitted that, despite the fact that Ted and her could never stand each other as a couple in a functioning relationship, his large dick really did it for her. The sex kept them together much longer than it should have, and she told me more than once, that she truly missed it. He had been to places inside her that no other man has reached.
I couldn't look at her eyes anymore, and as I focused on her lithe calves and knees adorned in beige hose, I couldn't keep from thinking about Ted having pushed his way between her open thighs, making her cum as he fucked her like I never would. I felt my own erection build as those dirty thoughts bounced around in my head.
Her posture was firm, legs held tightly together, not allowing me to see any farther up her thighs and towards her gorgeous, well-used pussy.
"I'm sorry, Honey," she continued, and moved onto her knees to be closer to me as she talked more sweetly. "I don't want to do this behind your back anymore. There is a therapist who specializes in couples counseling for sexual promiscuity. I want us both to see him. Will you do that?" Her hands rested on my knees and she looked directly at me, awaiting my answer.
On one hand, I was crushed. A roller coaster of thoughts raced through me. I knew something was wrong, and it seemed to be sexual, so this couldn't have been a surprise. I want her to be happy, but I want her to be mine. I didn't know what to do.
Lynn added, "A friend from work says that Dr. Diablo can help us through hypnotherapy. He helped her and her husband save their marriage last year. Please, lets give it a try."
I nodded my consent. She took my hands in hers and said, "Let's go upstairs and start healing tonight." I stood and followed her, admiring her long thin legs as she climbed the stairway to our bedroom. Thoughts of someone else having ravished her, once again aroused me. By the time we got to the bedroom, my cock pressed hard against the fabric of my trousers.
Lynn turned and kissed me. Our tongues met, I wondered how long it had been since Ted had done the very same to her. Lynn reached down and found me already hard, and said, "See, we can still have something together. I will show you how much I love you."
My hand reached behind her, unzipping her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. I nuzzled her breasts as they bulged from the silver push up bra, noticing two prominent bruises in the cleavage on her left breast, as I released it from the cup. Lynn cooed softly in my ear, unzipping me, and said, "That's my man. I knew you would be ready for me when you got home."
Lynn lay back on our bed, her snug silver silk panties pulling against the curvature of her vulva. I looked for wetness, a sign of her infidelity, but found the gusset dry and very warm. I kissed my way up her thighs and licked my way up the elastic of the leg band and then across the top of the waistband. I kissed her belly as her hands cupped my head.
"Come up here, I want you to cum," she pleaded. I could feel my own seepage dripping down my small plum helmet, and moved between her legs. Lynn pulled aside the panties to allow me access, and I saw her trimmed dark curls barely hiding the pink lips of her outer labia.
Her hand pulled my five inches of impatient and wanting cock toward the heated, curly entrance to her pussy. I thought of Ted and how deeply he would have pounded my wife to satisfy her. I tried to emulate his actions, somehow showing her that I was man enough as Ted. I began to hump furiously, imagining that her pussy was already wet with his semen. I looked for the pleasure in her face, but only saw effort at trying to please me. Lynn looked into my eyes, and whispered, "You're going to cum inside me, aren't you?"
That was all it took. My mind pictured my semen spilling inside her, bathing in the silky tissue that had absorbed Ted's seed not that long ago. I felt myself shudder as my orgasm took over. I had barely lasted 45 seconds before I emptied myself into my wife.
Her arms hugged me, holding me against her chest, my heart banging as the intensity of my orgasm ebbed. Lynn calmly kissed my forehead and whispered, "See, we are still together. We can get through this." I just lay on top of her, not wanting to think anymore, enjoying my sated being.
When I awoke next morning, I knew that I had the weekend to get life back to normal, not wanting to dwell on Lynn's infidelity. I unpacked my clothes and soon after, Lynn came in with a small sheet of paper, which had a date and time on it.
"Here," she offered, "I will see him Monday afternoon and you will see him Tuesday, in the evening after work. The receptionist said that the doctor will see us together after we work out some of our personal needs, whatever that means." Our weekend went on fairly normally, and I left for the office on Monday while Lynn attended her meeting with the doctor.
When I got in, Lynn was putting dinner together in the kitchen. She seemed to be on cloud nine, flitting about. She wore a pastel blue pantsuit, and sported a golden bracelet with a few hanging trinkets on it. Her outfit was protected with a long, white apron with marks on it where she wiped her hands a few times.
I asked, "How did it go with Dr. Diablo, Lynn?"
"Oh, it went well. We talked some, and then he put me in a trance, and before I knew it, the hour was over. I felt really good after." She moved with ease, setting the silverware and scooping dinner onto the plates. "The doctor told me that the beauty of hypnotherapy is that he can get at your inner feelings, and you tend to leave the hurtful stuff within your subconscious."
Dinner was delicious as always, and after we did the dishes, I cuddled up behind Lynn, on the sofa. She abruptly pushed me away and turned to face me. "Dr. Diablo says that sex has to be very regimented between us during therapy. He will explain it to you tomorrow."
I looked at my wife in disbelief. A guy I didn't even know was controlling the one thing that provides me with comfort and security. I left her alone after that, and sat back to watch TV with her for the rest of the evening. Our banter was normal, but my cock ached to be touched.
The next evening, I attended the office in a medical building downtown. The receptionist, Mrs. Duncan, was a thirty-something hottie, with a gorgeous smile and pleasant voice. She advised that the doctor would be with me shortly. When the door opened, a large man, probably 6'5" or more, greeted me with his hand extended. "I'm Dr. Diablo. You must be Gerald."
I nodded as I shook his large hand and took in his physical presence. The man was built like the actor, Fabio Lanzoni. His shoulder length dirty blond hair was straight as a die and his face was long and square, with deep blue eyes that pierced whatever they looked at. He wore an Armani suit, dark blue in color, and a light blue satin tie. His matching pants were sharply creased, and black shoes had a mirror finish. I began to wonder how much these visits would cost me.
He escorted me into his plush office, which had both a robin's egg blue settee and a wing back chair, plus what was obviously his audacious handmade leather studded chair, deep red in tone and obviously of the finest quality. His immense desk sat empty behind the chair, but for a few folders and papers, plus his telephone, and behind that, a very modern desk chair. He extended his hand to the wingback chair and I took my seat in it. While he fumbled with his notes, I noted a large rolling table nearby that held a laptop connected to a large monitor.
"So, Gerald," he began, "I spoke with Lynn yesterday and the two of us have progressed significantly. I hope to do the same with you today. And how are you feeling?"
