Therapist: Memory Maker Pt. 05

Therapist: Memory Maker - Part 5

I was driving to the Foster house just before 8:00pm and found myself reflecting back on what I'd been doing to the pair. They'd come to see me about three months ago about a marriage problem they were having. Jake was having a difficult time having sex with his wife and Emmanuelle was getting frustrated. She'd tried so many things to attract him, to get him excited, but nothing seemed to work. I worked with both of them together for a time and then with them individually in an attempt to determine and find a way to best fix the problem.

Well, I have to admit, my determination and my fix weren't exactly what they were looking for. I had used my hypnosis therapy to... well... change them a little. I changed Jake into a cuck, a man who couldn't or wouldn't be able to have sex with his wife but got off watching her have sex with others. And I changed Emmanuelle into having a strong desire for an alpha man with a big cock.

My methods were fun, at least for me. Over our sessions, I implanted false memories into their heads, using them to help me. While I guided the general memory, I allowed them to fill in the details in order to make it stronger and more realistic to them. I used these false memories in my manipulation of why they were who they were and who I wanted them to become.

Finally, I convinced both of them that the solution to their marital problem was to have an extremely trustworthy alpha male have sex with Emmanuelle, a man with no desire to steal her from Jake. The man would be giving them what they both desire... even if I created those desires. It would solve both of their problems while keeping their marriage secure. I had no desire to steal Emmanuelle from Jake... I just wanted to borrow her for sex from time to time. And if they were happier for it, so much the better.

I pulled into their driveway just before 8:00pm and took a quick look at their house and their neighborhood. I never did investigate what they did for a living, but they lived in a modest, two-story home, probably with four bedrooms and several bathrooms. And the lot looked to be a good, quarter-acre size... perfect for a suburban home.

I was wearing a suit and tie as I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. This was going to be an important dinner for all of us and I felt a more dignified dress was appropriate.

When the door opened, I was greeted by Emmanuelle and she looked ravishing. She'd worn a red dress that was off her shoulders, showing an ample amount of cleavage. It hugged her curves wonderfully and fell to about mid-thigh. Her legs were wonderfully encased in black stockings and ended in a pair of red, high-heeled shoes that made her legs look impossibly long. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She was certainly a good-looking woman.

"Dr. Garland, it's so good of you to join us," she gushed as she stood back to allow me to enter. Then she closed the door behind me.

The inside of their house was as wonderful as the outside, looking warm and inviting. They seemed to have a really nice life together.

"Please, call me Vince tonight," I said, smiling at her. "Or Sir." I laughed and she giggled. "Doctor Garland is far too... formal."

She nodded, smiling. "Vince."

"You have a beautiful home," I said, my gaze moving around the living room where I stood.

She smiled. "Thank you. It's a wonderful neighborhood." She moved a little closer to me, getting into my personal space. "I really appreciate you coming tonight." She was almost panting with need. "I, um, hope it wasn't an imposition."

"No, not at all. It is a little out of the ordinary, though, being your therapist and all."

"I... um, we... understand that," she said, sliding her hand over the lapel of my jacket. "We don't mean to make things difficult. We just wanted to thank you for all you've done for us. Please, come and have a seat in the dining room. Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah, that would be perfect. Scotch?"

She smiled, as if that confirmed my alpha status to her. "Certainly."

She disappeared into the kitchen momentarily while I sat at the dining room table. It was wonderfully decorated for the three of us as a special meal... with what was probably their best China and silverware. A moment later, she came back with a glass of Scotch and handed it to me, then waited as I took a sip and nodded my appreciation.

She licked her lips as she sat in the seat next to me, facing me. "So... tell me about yourself. You've heard all about us over these months but we really know little about... you."

I smiled. "Well, you wouldn't normally learn about the private life of your therapist," I said. "That's usually crossing a line. But, outside of work, I like to read... and go to the theater. I go to the gym several days a week and teach martial arts as a little hobby."

"Really!" she smiled, putting her hand on mine and slightly rubbing it. I could tell she was getting physically excited. "I wouldn't have guessed you were into so many... physical... activities."

"Well, you have to exercise both the body and the mind to be well-rounded and healthy. Don't you think?" I asked.

"Oh, I agree completely," she smiled, seductively, breathing a little harder. "Well rounded men are so... sexy."

"The steaks are almost ready, I think," Jake said from the kitchen archway. "Hi Doctor Garland!"

"Jake! Hi. Please call me Vince," I said smiling at him, standing and shaking his hand. As I sat down, I took another sip of my Scotch. "You're grilling? Nice!"

"Well, he thinks he is at least," Emmanuelle laughed. "He's just minding it while I'm in here with you."

I nodded, but didn't say anything. I didn't want to cause any kind of argument between them, but it was evident that Emmanuelle wasn't happy that Jake couldn't grill. In her mind, real men grilled.

"Please excuse me," she said, standing. "Let me go check on dinner." She slipped outside to check on the grill while Jake stood there.

"So..." Jake said, obviously not knowing what to say.

"You have a beautiful house, Jake," I said.

He nodded, looking a little embarrassed. "Thanks."

"What is it you do again?"

"I'm a professor in the sociology department at the college."

I nodded. "That's interesting. So our jobs aren't that different, I suppose," I laughed. "Maybe I go deeper into the individual."

"I guess that's true," he laughed, nodding. "I deal more with societies as a whole."

"So what do you like to do with yourself when you're not working?" I asked, taking another sip. My glass was almost empty, so I hoped one of them would get me another.

"Oh... I read... I paint a bit," he said, thinking. "And I write a bit of poetry... really amateur stuff, really."

I nodded. "Very nice."

"Ok... the steaks are ready!" Emmanuelle cheered as she entered the dining room with the steaming hot platter of meat in her hands. She set the plate on the table as Jake sat down at the head of the table, where Emmanuelle had previously sat, and Emmanuelle sat across from me.

"Oh... your glass is empty," she said nervously when she saw my glass and immediately stood again. She grabbed my glass. "Oh my gosh, Jake, why didn't you see this! Let me get you another." She looked at Jake sternly, then quickly moved into the kitchen. She was back in a moment, giggling a little as she handed it to me, then sat back down.

She quickly served dinner to her and myself, a steak, baked potato, and broccoli. For Jake, she brought out a salad with tofu mixed in. They mentioned that he couldn't stomach eating meat and was a strict vegetarian. I was ready for a nice, delicious meal, and she came through with flying colors.

We made a lot more small talk during dinner and, at one point, I felt Emmanuelle's foot on my calf. Her high-heeled foot was stroking my leg as we talked. I could feel my cock getting harder at the thought of what was happening... and what I knew was to come.

They were both a study in personalities themselves. Throughout dinner, Jake seemed subdued, listening, but not talking much. He seemed to want to just go with the flow. Emmanuelle, for her part, was flirtatious, caressing my thigh, giggling at my jokes, and looking at me and smiling every chance she got. I was the center of her world.

When dinner was over, Emmanuelle rushed to clean the table as Jake and I just sat back to absorb the delicious food.

"That was delicious. Thank you," I said.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Jake smiled and Emmanuelle came back in the room.

"Any dessert?" she asked. "I made a wonderful cheesecake."

"Not quite now," I said. "I'm good for the moment."

We sat in awkward silence for a moment as Emmanuelle just stood in the archway to the kitchen. Finally, when it seemed she couldn't take it any more, she spoke.

"We, uh, have something we want to ask of you," she said nervously, wringing her hands.

I looked at both her and Jake. "Sure." I said cheerfully.

"Go ahead Jake... ask him," Emmanuelle said, tapping Jake on the shoulder.

"It's a little awkward," he started. "But... um... my wife and I were wondering..." He stopped suddenly, as if his nerve had broken and he was too embarrassed to ask it. He looked up at Emmanuelle.

"Oh my gosh!" she said, not pleased at all with his shyness. "We were wondering if you'd... you know... stay a while longer... and maybe... be with me." She smiled shyly, but didn't blush. She looked anxious and excited.

"What do you mean... be with you?" I asked, almost teasingly. I knew what she meant but I wanted her to say it. I truly wanted Jake to ask me to do it.

"We want you to... make love to me," she said finally, letting a huge weight off her shoulders.

"You want me to... fuck... you?" I asked, continuing to tease them.

Emmanuelle was the first to nod her head, first slowly, then a little excitedly, as if this was the one thing she wanted most in the world.

"Is... is that what you want, Jake? Really?"

Jake nodded, although slowly and looking down. He was a lot more embarrassed about it than she was.

"Any real man would want you, Emmanuelle," I said to Emmanuelle, taking a subtle jab at Jake. "You are incredibly beautiful and sexy. A real man would fuck you until you can't walk straight. But... you're married. In order to keep your marriage bond sacred, I really need to know that this is what you both want. Jake?"

"It is," he said softly.

"No... I really need to you to ask me... specifically... ask me what you want me to do."

"I want you to stay a while... and... um..." he said, stumbling over his words.

"Be specific," I said, looking directly at him, meeting and holding his gaze. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck my wife," he mumbled, and looked shyly to the ground.

"I'm not sure I heard you right, Jake. What did you ask me?" I teased again.

He looked at me and held my eyes for a little longer. "I want you to fuck my wife."

"I see," I nodded. "You both have certainly asked fully." I sat for a moment as if pondering my answer. "You do know that for me to do this, that you can no longer be my patients. We would simply be... friends."

They both nodded, with Emmanuelle nodding and smiling, showing me she really wanted a yes answer.

"Well, then... my answer is yes," I said and they both let out a breath as if they were holding it, unsure of what I'd say. "I would like to start by seeing more of you, Emmanuelle. Come here... stand in front of me. Right here," I said, pointing to the spot in front of me between me and the table.

Giddy and giggling, Emmanuelle walked over to me, slid between me and the table, and stood there, looking down at me.

"I, uh... should I go?" Jake asked, looking embarrassed again. But I could tell he was getting excited. He was enjoying watching me with his wife.

"No... stay right there," I said. "I want you to watch this. I want you to learn from this." He nodded as I turned my attention to Emmanuelle. "You're very beautiful," I said, touching her leg and stroking it. "Did you wear this for me?"

She nodded, licking her lips excitedly. "Yes," she whispered. "All of it."

"I approve. Pull the top down," I ordered. "Show me your tits."

She smiled and nodded, her hands moving to her back to unzip the dress. Then she slowly slid it down her arms and pushed it down and off her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were nice. They were B-cups, I guessed, with hard, pointed, little nipples.

"She has nice tits, doesn't she Jake?" I asked him, not looking at him. My eyes were focused on her breasts instead as I sat forward, moving closer to her.

"Yes," he whispered.

I looked up at her and touched my lips. She leaned down and kissed me for the first time. Her hands grabbed my shoulders as mine went to hold her head in place. Our kisses grew more and more passionate, more and more insistent, and when I pulled back, she was breathless. She smiled and licked her lips, this first touch exciting her so much. I ran my hands down her neck to her chest, each moving towards one of her breasts. I circled her nipples with my fingertips and lightly tugged on them, making Emmanuelle moan and squirm a little.

"You have very nice breasts," I said, taking ahold of them in my hands and squeezing them. Then I leaned forward and licked one, circling it with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh my gosh," Emmanuelle moaned, cradling my head with one of her hands. "That feels so good."

I kissed it, licked it a little more firmly, then sucked it into my mouth. She was panting excitedly above me, extremely excited. I could smell her pussy getting wetter.

"Sit on the table," I said. "I want to watch you play with yourself and entice me."

Emmanuelle smiled as she moved back and slid up onto the table. She reached up and grabbed her own breasts, squeezing them and playing with her nipples. "I just want to feel a strong man's touch," she said. As she looked at me, she pulled her dress up a little, opened her legs as she leaned back, and exposed her panty-covered pussy to my waiting gaze.

She slid a hand over her pussy, over her sexy, black panties. I could tell they were wet as she pushed the material into her pussy. Then she grabbed the material with both hands and pulled it so that it slid between her labia and moved up into her wetness. She hooked her fingers in the material and pulled them aside, then licked her fingers and touched her pussy again, this time directly on her wet flesh.

"Mmhmm," she moaned softly. "That feels so good. I'd love to have someone kiss my pussy." She circled her fingertip over her clit, slowly and softly. "Oh yeah... right there... Mmm." She hooked her thumbs into her dress and pushed it down, then worked it under her ass, taking it completely off along with her panties.

After she tossed her dress to the floor, her panties still in her hand, she slowly lay back again and slid her fingers of one hand and her panties with the other over her pussy, sliding the material into her wetness. "I love to rub my pussy and get my scent all over my panties. Mmhmm... get my juices all over them."

She lifted them for me and I leaned forward to smell them. She smelled so good... so wonderfully perfect and it aroused me even more.

"Mmm... such a sweet pussy," I said.

With a quick flick of her hand, then, she tossed them to her husband, who caught them and put them to his nose. He closed his eyes as he smelled them, as if this was the best thing ever for him. She used both hands, her fingers on the flesh on both sides of her pussy and pulled, opening her pussy, exposing her pink inner flesh to me.

"You like when I stretch my pussy open like this for you?" she whispered.

"Mmm... definitely," I smiled.

Her fingers started sliding over her clit, and then pulled her hood open. She quickly licked the tip of her middle finger and used just that fingertip to circle her exposed clit, panting as she did. "I'm going to cum fast," she smiled and then pulled her finger away. "I better slow down." She grabbed her pussy with one hand, gathering all the flesh between her thumb and index finger and squeezed. "Such a fat, meaty pussy... You can do anything you want to my pussy. It's so hungry... just abuse it and stretch it out."

She quickly went back to the one finger circling her exposed clit again. "But this is my favorite part..." she giggled and moaned as she raced towards an orgasm. "Mmhmm," she panted, circling her clit rapidly. "Oh my gosh... Oh yeah. Oh, yes, yes, yes... mmhmm. Oh my gosh! That's my sweet spot right there."

She moaned, closing her eyes for a moment, but then looking at me again with an almost desperate look. She didn't want to use her fingers any more. She wanted dick. My dick.

"Uh huh... Oh fuck... I'm getting so wet," she panted. "Just anticipating your cock. Oh my gosh. Oh... right there... yeah... Uh huh... oh... oh."

I stood and grabbed both of her wrists, pulling her hands away from her pussy before she could have an orgasm. She groaned loudly in protest.

"Let's get this party started, then." I pulled my suit jacket off and lay it over the back of the chair next to me, then started working on my shirt and tie. Quickly, Emmanuelle dropped to the floor in front of me and started unfastening my belt and pants.

She took one hand and grabbed my cock through my slacks, slowly jacking it as she stared at it, smiling appreciatively. She looked up at me, smiling deviously. "Oh, that feels so fucking good. You have no idea how badly I need this."

I was unbuttoning my shirt as she slid my pants from one foot, then the other, folding them neatly and laying them up on the chair with my jacket.

"I'm always so horny and all Jake can do is watch me get myself off," she said. "He's almost useless."

"I provide for you," he whined from his chair at the head of the table.

"What do you provide for me?" Emmanuelle said angrily, looking at him. "Cause it's not dick. I am not satisfied and I fucking need you to know how much I love dick. Do you understand? So, just watch. That's what you're going to fucking do today. Maybe you'll learn a few tips. And if you finally learn something, maybe then... maybe... I'll give you some pussy."

She hooked her fingers in my boxers and pulled them down, letting my mostly-hard cock bounce free right in front of her face. An inch closer and it would have probably hit her right on the nose. "Oh wow! Look Jake... he's hard already. Why does it take forever to get your dick hard? And look how big his cock is!"

She grabbed my cock with one hand and then the other to show that it took both hands to cover my length. "Oh, you will never... ever... even hope to add up. And he's not even fully hard yet."

She licked my shaft as I stood watching, kissing it and treating it so lovingly. She wiped it over and around her face, just wanting to feel it on her skin.

She took a hold of it and slid her mouth over the head and sucked as she slowly stroked my shaft. "I feel so starved for a real man's cock." She stroked the shaft as she looked at Jake. "Are you still watching?" Without even waiting for an answer, she slid me in deep, taking my cock into the back of her throat. "Mmm...

I know you can't stop watching me... as humiliating as it is. Do you have any idea how awesome it is for me to have my hands wrapped around a perfect, perfect cock like this? My lips wrapping around a real man's cock."

"How does that make you feel, Jake?" I asked in my therapist voice, looking at him for only a second. He'd unfastened his pants and was stroking himself, his eyes glued on us. It was as if what we were doing was only exciting him more.

"And it's so big it makes me cry when I try to shove it down my throat," she said, wiping her watery eyes with the back of her hands.

"Mmm... mmhmm," I moaned, watching and feeling her hot, wet mouth take my cock inside again and again. "I think you've got a lot to learn, Jake. Pay attention. You see that? I bet you wish you had her lips around your dick like that. She is so fucking eager."

Emmanuelle was slurping and sucking on my cock, taking me deep again and again, spitting on my shaft as she coughed. She was driving my cock almost as deep as she could, and there was still more to go.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned. "Yes! God she's good."

"Watch Jake," she said. "Fucking watch. Are you watching?"

"I know you don't get this treatment from her," I said, smiling at him.

"I need more... I'm a fucking whore for cocks like this, Jake," she panted. "Oh fuck. Are you watching and taking notes? Oh fuck! Oh my goodness that feels so fucking good."

"You love my hard dick in your mouth?" I asked, looking down at Emmanuelle. She was really drooling all over my shaft now, trying to shove it all into her mouth.

"I fucking love it." She slid it in as deep as possible, coughing and gagging, as it entered her throat. But her mouth was still two inches away from my pubes.

I laughed. "She can't even fit it all in her mouth."

"This is a nice change of pace," she laughed as well, pulling it free and coughing, spitting on the head. "Struggling to make it fit down my throat. Jake's cock doesn't even hit my throat. Oh, let me do it again." She slid me in deep again, coughing and gagging, trying desperately to get all of my cock inside her mouth. When she pulled out again, she coughed and spit, saliva dripping from her chin and my cock.

"Oh, that's fucking sloppy," I smiled. I grabbed her head with both hands, holding it in place as I fucked her mouth, pushing deep with each slow thrust. ""Oh... oh yeah... just like that."

"Oh shit!" she said when I pulled out for a second. "Fuck my face! Are you gonna fucking watch him use me Jake? Go on, use my fucking mouth. Use me right in front of him."

I continued, enjoying how my cock slid through her buttery, hot mouth. I fucked more rapidly now, my balls slapping against her chin. But she took it. She held my ass in her hands and tried pulling me deeper with each thrust.

She coughed hard when I finally pulled out again to give her a breath. "You see how I can't fucking breath with his cock in my mouth?" she spat at Jake. "That's how I fucking like it. I like it when my mouth's so full of man meat I can't fucking breath."

I stepped back a second, making her look up at me, making her wonder if she did something wrong. That look of desperation, of fear on her face was precious. She thought I might take my cock away from her and that scared her. I had so much power over her.

"I need that fucking pussy," I said. "Where's your bedroom? I want to fuck you in the same bed you both sleep in... in the same bed he tries and fails to fuck you in."

"It's... it's upstairs," Emmanuelle said, excitedly, standing quickly. She was smiling and breathing hard. I could tell how much she wanted to fuck me, how badly she needed to fuck me. She took my hand and led me towards the staircase. "This way. Jake, bring up some bottled water. We're gonna need it."

"Ok," he said weakly, as if he were insignificant.

She led me, a step ahead of me, as we slowly walked up the stairs, then down the hallway. Their bedroom was nice, with a big queen-sized bed on one wall, and dressers against two others. There was what appeared to be a closet door and a door that led to the master bathroom.

Emmanuelle slid onto the bed and knelt there, waiting for me to join her. As I crawled onto the bed, she backed away a little, giving me room. We kissed for a moment, our tongues battling as she pressed her body against me.

We heard Jake walk into the room and sit on the ground beside the bed. Emmanuelle giggled at him as we continued kissing, then I pulled back and smiled down at him. He looked so frail and lost as he set the bottles of water on the floor beside him, just waiting for us to request them. "Lay on your back, Emmanuelle," I told her as I turned my attention back to her.

"Like this?" she asked, putting some pillows under her head and spreading her legs wide.

"Oh yeah," I smiled. "That's perfect." I crawled between her legs as she watched me, my hard cock swaying beneath me. I slid my cock against her pussy, sliding it up and back for a moment, making her moan in anticipation before putting it at her entrance and pushing inside. Her pussy was so wet and ready that I easily entered, but I felt her pussy squeezing my shaft as it stretched her.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, closing her eyes a moment, her head turning from side to side as I pushed deeper and deeper into her. "Oh shit! Oh fuck yeah!"

I started sliding in and out, fucking her slowly as she panted below me. "You see how I make her scream?" I asked Jake, rhetorically.

"That's how I like it... that's how I fucking like it," Emmanuelle moaned, panting below me as my cock thrust deep inside her. "Oh shit!"

"You wish you could do this to her, don't you?" I asked Jake as he watched, masturbating while his wife moaned excitedly from a new, much bigger cock. "You wish you could fuck her just like this."

"But he can't," Emmanuelle moaned. "You're so fucking big! Oh my God! Your dick is so fucking good. Fuck me! Fuck me right in front of my husband! Oh I fucking like it!"

"Tell us you fucking like it, too," I said to Jake, looking at him as my hips thrust rapidly.

"I... I like it," he said, astonished at how his wife was acting. He'd never seen her so engaged in sex before. Her language and the way her body was moving with pleasure was so different than he'd ever seen.

"Tell... me... you like to watch me fuck your wife," I said, grinning. I knew that my humiliation of him would only excite him more. That was the beauty in what I did to them, how I changed them through my hypnosis and fake memory implantation. She got off getting fucked by my dick and he got off watching me do it.

"I fucking like watching you fuck my wife," he said, his hand moving rapidly up and down his shaft.

"Oh shit!" Emmanuelle suddenly moaned. I grabbed her legs and held them tight so that I could push in deeper and fuck her even faster. The bed was squeaking, the headboard starting to bang into the wall. "You're so fucking deep! Oh my goodness! Just keep fucking using my needy pussy."

I smiled down at her as I bent forward and put my hands on the bed beside her shoulders. Her legs were trapped over my arms and were now on my chest, bending her in half. "Your pussy loves my big dick."

"Oh my goodness!" she wailed, closing her eyes. "What the fuck are you doing to me? Oh shiiiiiiiiiit!"

I felt the gush of her wetness and the spasming of her entire body as she came for the first time. From her reaction is was probably one of the biggest orgasms she'd ever had, too. I slowed my thrusting as her pussy rhythmically clenched my cock tightly.

"Oh shit!" she yelled, smiling up at me, her eyes blinking rapidly, her mouth open, as the pleasure overwhelmed her brain. "Oh my... fucking goodness! Yes! Is this... is this what a real man's dick feels like inside of me? Oh fuck yes!"

I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, teasing her hard nipples, rolling them between my fingers as she mewled below me. I pulled out of her and sat back, freeing her legs.

"This is a real man's dick. Turn over," I said, "and get your ass in the air. Look your husband right in the eyes as I'm fucking that tight pussy from behind."

She quickly complied, getting up onto all fours and spreading her knees wide. She looked at Jake as he sat on the floor by the bed. He'd taken his pants and shirt completely off and sat naked, jerking his cock.

"That's something you've never given me," she chastised Jake, her body still shaking from her orgasm. "That's what it fucking looks like. And that's what it sounds like out of my mouth! What a fucking incredible dick!"

Then she dropped her face and shoulders to the bedspread as I moved behind her. I grabbed her hips firmly and pushed into her again, immediately fucking her.

"Oh shit!" she yelled as I pushed deep inside her once more. "Oh my goodness... his dick is... so good. So much better... than yours. And he's... just fucking... pounding... it into me... Oh fuck! What the fuck are you doing to me? Yes!" She could barely even talk as the pleasure rose even more quickly this time, almost immediately threatening another orgasm.

"Who's pussy is this?" I asked, slapping her ass.

"It's yours... it's your fucking pussy... not my husband's," she panted loudly, grabbing the bedspread tightly in her fists. "He can never fucking use it ever again. He can't do anything with it. It's yours, it's yours, it's yours!"

I pounded into her, slapping my hips into her glorious ass with each thrust, pulling her ass back towards me with my hands. She alternately pounded the bed with her fists or grabbed and pulled the bedspread as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her body.

"Oh my goodness!" she wailed. "What the fuck! Treat me like the fucking slut I am for you. Oh shit! Treat me like a good fucking slut!"

"Yeah... that's my pussy... I wanna pound this fucking pussy raw," I grunted.

"Pound your little fucking pussy!" she wailed. "I just want to take it all! Show Jake what I like. Show him what I fucking like! Oh yes!"

I smiled down at Jake who had cum once himself, his semen sprayed onto his stomach, and was still stroking his shaft, ready to cum again. "Watching close?" I asked him.

He nodded without saying a word, so caught up in his wife's reaction to my pounding.

"You better fucking take notes, 'cause I'm gonna fucking need this again and again," Emmanuelle wailed. "Oh shit!"

"When you need a good fucking, you know where you need to go," I said, slapping her ass again.

"Mmhmm... I'm gonna get it from you," she said, looking back at me. "Always from you and this wonderful dick. My husband can only watch. Oh yes, fucking use me! Oh shit! Oh, look at all that dick. Watch it slide so deep inside me, Jake."

I kept pounding into her as she reached underneath herself with one hand and started playing with her clit, my balls slapping against her hand again and again. Occasionally she opened her fingers and gently captured and squeezed my balls as they retreated.

"What the fuck!" she moaned, then looked down at Jake. "Oh yeah! Take a good look, Jake. This is what you don't do to me. Do you see what it looks like when I get a big dick? When I actually get fucked and feel pleasure?" She closed her eyes and moaned loudly. "Oh shit! Fuck!"

"You're so fucking wet," I said, her juices dripping out of her, some running down my legs.

"Oh, I'm nice and fucking wet," she said looking back at me over her shoulder. "You make me so fucking wet just thinking about you. This is what it's supposed to be like. This is what dick is supposed to be like."

God her pussy felt so good! It squeezed my cock perfectly, but it was buttery smooth to fuck. I slid in and out of her, slapping my hips into her ass again and again, then slowed down to fuck her slowly. I slammed into her, then withdrew slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel my length.

"What the fuck!" she moaned again. "Give me more... give me fucking more. Yes!"

"Oh yeah!" I groaned, feeling the pleasure in my cock as her body quivered below me. I knew she was getting close to cumming again. She was such the perfect fuck.

"You just keep fucking doing that," she moaned. "I'm gonna cum on your fucking dick again." She swirled her fingertips over her clit, trying to drive her orgasm on her own terms.

"Watch closely, Jake... she's gonna cum again," I said, smiling down at him. "I'm gonna make her cum again."

"Fucking watch me cum, Jake," she yelled at him. "You've never seen me cum once, let alone... twice. Yes! Oh yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Her body convulsed as she came, her legs thrusting backwards hard, making her hips fall to the bed and pushing me out of her. She was trembling, her pussy gushing her girl cum all over the bedspread as her fist pounded on the bed.

I let her lay there for a moment, panting, her body so sensitive from her second orgasm of the night. But I wasn't going to stop until I had my orgasm and it was coming soon. I crawled off the bed and stood beside Jake.

"Turn around and sit back against the bed," I told him, his cock deflating after his second orgasm. He scooted on his butt to the location I indicated and leaned back against the side of the bed.

Then I turned my attention to Emmanuelle. "Stand up here, facing the bed," I said, helping her get up. "Now bend over and put your hands on the bed." She did as I instructed and I put my hands on her hips to move her into the exact position I wanted. She was bent over her husband, her tits swaying around and against his face. I moved her legs a little wider with my feet and then held on to her hips as the head of my cock searched for her pussy once again.

"You see how many times he made me cum already?" Emmanuelle said to her husband. Jake had turned his face up and had captured a nipple with his lips and he was sucking on it. "More than you ever have in your life! You take notes... you watch and take fucking notes. This is a real dick taking real control of my pussy. That's what dick looks like."

I pushed into her pussy once again and she immediately moaned. I pushed in deep and ground my hips against her ass for a moment.

"And that's what a real dick fucking feels like!" Emmanuelle moaned.

When I started fucking her it was fast and hard. I needed to cum this time. My balls were boiling and I was tired of fooling around. This was going to be it. My hips slammed into her ass and she had to use her hands to keep from toppling over.

"Oh my goodness, what the fuck are you doing to me?" she yelled.

"I'm fucking you," I said loudly. "I'm fucking the shit out of you."

"Oh my God I needed this," she moaned. "I fucking needed this. Just watch his fucking big dick ram inside my hole, Jake. Oh shit! Oh my goodness! Tell me you fucking like watching him make me cum, Jake."

"I like... I like watching him make you cum," Jake said softly. I could barely hear him over Emmanuelle's wailing and moaning. She was definitely going to cum again soon. It was going to be a race between us.

"Yes you do... oh, yes you do," she panted at Jake. "Yes, yes, yes... oh fuck! I love this! More fucking dick! I'm getting fucked like I've never been fucked before and I love it!" she yelled loudly.

I could feel my balls swelling, feel the pleasure growing rapidly in my gut, getting my body ready to spew so much cum into her wet pussy. And there was nothing that was going to stop me. I could feel her body shaking below me, felt her hips wanting to drop as her legs were starting to give out in her pleasure.

"Just like that!" she yelled excitedly. "Yes! Just like that! This is so fucking good! My husband never fucked me like this. What the fuck are you doing to me?

"Oh shit!" I groaned. "I'm gonna cum! Oh, your pussy is going to be so full of my cum."

"Yeah, do it!" she cheered, trying to hold off her own orgasm, trying to stay in position to accept my seed. "Cum fucking hard. Cum in me so fucking hard. I want you to fill me all up with it."

I was grunting with almost every thrust into her, my hips slapping against her again and again. "Uh... uh... oh fuck!" And then it felt like a damn burst and my body poured out of me in spray after spray of cum. I held my position, holding her hips tightly, holding my cock completely buried inside her.

"Oh yeah," Emmanuelle panted, feeling my cum fill her pussy full. When I pulled my cock out, a lot of cum dribbled out with it, oozing down her legs. "Oh... oh my God! So much cum!"

"Fuck!" I yelled as I stepped away from the bed. Emmanuelle had fallen forward onto the bed, breathing hard, her pussy just over Jake's head. He sat up on his knees and turned towards her, watching my cum ooze out of her.

"You ok?" I asked her, making sure.

"Yeah," she whispered. "That's how I need to be fucked. I need this again and again cause that was so fucking good."

"I think that can be arranged," I said, opening a couple dresser drawers until I found one with Jake's t-shirts inside. I pulled one out and used it to clean off my cock. "How about next Friday... same time."

"I would really like that," Emmanuelle whispered, turning over to lay on her back. She slid a hand down between her legs and played with my cum that was smeared all over her pussy. She brought some to her mouth for a taste and giggled. "Damn, that's a lot of cum."

"You know, Jake, being the husband and all... it's your job to clean her up," I said.

Emmanuelle's eyes sparkled with a renewed energy. "Come here," she ordered Jake, grabbing a fistful of his hair. "Right there. Get your face down right there." She moved him so that his face was right at her pussy, only an inch away. He looked up at her, scared and nervous. I guessed that she'd never been so domineering of him as much as she was right now and he didn't know what to do about it.

"Stick your tongue out like a good little fucking bitch," she spat and watched as his tongue slid out between his lips. Then she pulled his face into her pussy, sliding it all around. He had obviously hoped she'd only use his mouth, but he was wrong. She was going to use his entire face to wipe her pussy clean. "I'm gonna make him clean me up. I'm gonna make him clean me all up."

I smiled and laughed. It had been an incredible night. I walked downstairs and got dressed, then let myself out and drove home.

Sometimes to save a marriage... you have to reshape it a bit, change things up. Jake and Emmanuelle were going to have the best marriage they ever hoped for. It just took a little... memory management.