Ashley The Fake Marriage Councellor

Barry's marriage to his childhood sweetheart had been unraveling for months. At 41, he found himself grappling with erectile dysfunction and an unhealthy obsession with porn, which had driven a wedge between him and his wife, Lynette. He was developing an unhealthy fascination with cuckold, chastity and even bnwo due to his lack of girth and length and ability to maintain a solid erection. This meant he was struggling to make love to Lynette and the fear of a droopy cock meant he started to back off and rarely pursue sex. Poor Lynette, a prudish brunette with glasses with a curvy figure and ample breasts said she didn't mind but Barry felt awful at no longer being able to properly fuck his wife. He had hinted at ways to spice up their sex life with toys and asked her to dominate him. She wasn't really interested, more interested in being a mother to their daughter and putting sex back of mind. His frustration grew and they had even started to sleep in separate beds with little scope for intimacy. She was very much dominant outside the bedroom and everyone knew who wore the trousers but he longed for those times in the past when she did show a devious and dominant streak in the bedroom. Times when she'd make him worship her body with his tongue, tease his cock all night without release or even most recently when guests were using the guest bedroom and he tried to get her to have sex, she grabbed his cock and told him no. She held it firm and said he was forbidden from cumming and she was going to lock him in chastity, a fantasy he had recently shared with her. His brain was in heaven as his lovely wife threatened him with something he had been craving since he was a teen. Lynette despised masterbation and expected Barry never to do the bad thing behind her back. This created a shame cycle where he would go from abstinence to a practical horn dog trying to mount his wife to secretly masterbating to relieve the tension as he could tell she was getting annoyed at his sex pestness.

After that epic night of threatened chastity, he bought a chastity cage, a cheap one off Amazon that nearly cut off his balls, and suggested her could wear it to Lynette so he could never ever masterbate behind her back ever again and that it could help turn him into the perfect husband that always put her first. Lynette felt reality too much and backed off the idea, feeling sheepish after her teasing when she was fairly tipsy.

Barry tried the cage when alone but it was not the same when he had the key and he went back to his wanking ways. Desperate for an escape, Barry turned to Twitter where he searched and followed all the hashtags and accounts related to his porn tastes until he stumbled upon Goddess Ashley's account. Her profile was a bold declaration of her Queen of Spades lifestyle, filled with teasing posts about preference for black cock and locking up white sissy boys in chastity. She also lived quite close to Barry and Lynette.

Intrigued and aroused, Barry began sending her messages. She replied back telling him she thought little of him and began belittling him because he was a whiteboi and saying she was only interested in black cock.

She humoured him as he told her the truth. Things he couldn't confess to anyone. His desire to be caged to stop him wanking to porn, his craving to be submissive to his wife and not have to worry about being able to maintain an erection instead wanting to fuck his wife with a strap on dildo or better yet, see her bouncing up and down on a much bigger virile cock like she deserved.

Ashley began to tease him back and mock him. Ashley herself was a similar age at 42 and saw something in the story of the husband she chimed with. Married to an under-endowed white husband for years, she eventually left him for a black lover and revelled in breaking him. She even send him videos of her fucking one of her lovers and he responded by sending a video of himself pleasuring himself to watching the video. Ashley fell deeper and began to use black men as meat and had a string of lovers to call upon. She loved tormenting her ex husband and he also seemed to crave it. This set her on the path of bnwo where black cocks took on a god like worship and she started to preach its message on twitter and reddit, sharing pics and videos of herself to tempt in black bulls and white bois supporting her life choices.

Their late-night DMs quickly escalated from cautious to explicit. Ashley probed into Barry's fantasies, uncovering his secret fascination with cuckolding and submission. She shared her philosophy: Lynette deserved more than Barry could give, and he needed to embrace his role as a supportive husband rather than a failing lover. She made him use his cheap chastity cage and on his days alone, she even made him wear his wife's clothes and take pictures of himself for her. She was breaking him into worshipping both her and still his wife. She wasn't looking to replace his wife, she was looking to unlocking his prudish wifes horizons and helping poor Barry get his cock locked up good and proper.. Over the weeks, they hatched a plan. Ashley would pose as a couples counselor, guiding Barry and Lynette toward a dynamic that would fulfill them both, though in ways Barry hadn't anticipated. Barry was over the moon and was happy to pay Ashley for this amazing service. Ashley's conditions were clear: Barry would submit to chastity, Lynette would be introduced to a "new lover" named Marcus (a large black dildo), and Ashley would steer Lynette toward embracing her own Queen of Spades journey.

The First Session

Having convinced Lynetts to agree to the session, the couple went with trepidation to Ashley's home that would be her office too. Lynette was a little suspicious but Barry kept reassuring her that he did his research online about her. They knocked on the door and Barry was standing in front of the lady he had been secretly sexting online for over a month. This had the absolute potential to ruin his marriage but his small cock was doing a lot of the talking. Lynette was also nervous but not for the same reasons. She did feel they were drifting apart and their daughter was almost grown up so had empty nest syndrome and perimenopause approaching so was scared how the couple would find the next few years. Ashley warmly embraced Lynette with a hug. Both ladies were very amply blessed and Barry almost got hard as their chests came close together.

Ashley invited them into her room and sat poised, her black hair swept over one shoulder, dressed in a pencil skirt and white shirt she was almost bursting out of. She examined her prey before her. Across from her sat Lynette wearing a wool sweater and jeans a stark contrast to the lacy black lingerie Ashley would soon convince her to wear. Barry sat beside Lynette, his hands clasped tightly, his face a mix of nerves and anticipation.

"Barry, Lynette," Ashley began, her voice smooth and commanding, "thank you for trusting me to help you rebuild your intimacy. She put them at ease with small talk before she said "Lynette, let's start with you. How do you feel about your sexual fulfillment in this marriage?"

Lynette shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Barry. "It's... not what it used to be. He tries, but... it's been difficult."

Ashley nodded, her eyes glinting with intent. "That's because Barry hasn't been meeting your needs, Lynette. You deserve pleasure, passion, a lover who can satisfy you completely. Barry, you agree, don't you?"

Barry's throat tightened. "Yes, Ashley," he said softly, his voice betraying his arousal at the humiliation.

Ashley began to examine the relationship and listen to Lynette's fears and struggles. She heard about his selfishness not just in the bedroom but his addiction to his phone and how she finds his attempts at initiating sex often off-putting and how she shuts down as a form of protection. Lynette said she stopped seeing sex as that important but when it does weeks without sex, she notices a bad change in his behaviour. He lacked discipline for maintaining good habits like eating and exercise, great grooming and learning and work advancements.

"Barry's been struggling," Ashley countered, turning to Lynette. "He's been turning to porn, masturbating behind your back, instead of focusing on you. That stops today. Normally I wouldn't consider the following measures so soon in our sessions but I'm not here to listen to you bicker week in and week out and get you paying loads of money. I'm here to save your marriage."

Lynette actually got a little tearful as she heard what she knew to be true that Barry was indeed cheating with porn and masterbation but she was also feeling much more trusting of Ashley for her candour and for saying she wasnt there to string along loads of sessions and drain their savings.

Ashley reached into a drawer and pulled out a sleek black box, sliding it toward Barry. "This is a chastity device, Lynette. It'll ensure Barry's focus is entirely on your pleasure, not his own. You will now be comfortable that he will never cheat on you behind your back with his cock and that all desire flows through you and you alone. For the first two weeks, he is not allowed to even cum as punishment for all the years of cheating behind your back. Lynette I know this is a radical step but I have examined your husband and he's clinically weak to impulse and dopamine I'm afraid and he needs this to save his marriage. Controlling his cock will mean you can shape him into the perfect husband and help you both fulfil your needs to the fullest"

Lynette's eyes widened, but Ashley's calm authority kept her from protesting. "And this," Ashley said, placing a large black dildo on the table, "is Marcus. Your new lover. He'll give you what Barry can't."

Lynette blushed and didn't know where to look. Ashley leaned closer, her voice a seductive whisper. "Treat Marcus like a real lover, Lynette. Let him fulfill you. Barry's role will be to prepare you for him, to worship you as you deserve. Whilst Barry is locked, you WILL orgasm. Over and over again. You will get pleasure. This is absolutely vital. Let us remove the pressure of Barry maintaining an erection in the bedroom, something he won't be able to do locked and make sure you get a great fulfilling orgasm"

Lynette stared at Barry wondering what in the hell he had got them into. He held her hand lovelingly and said, "Thank you doctor Ashley, I don't know what to say. This is all very unusual but I cannot argue with one thing you said. I'm willing to do anything and everything to make sure Lynette is happy and I can be the best version of myself"

Ashley made Barry go into the bathroom and lock his cock, something he could not wait to do. His cock looked snug in this vastly more expensive special cage he bought and had shipped to Ashleys address for this occasion. The rings around his balls didn't chaff and felt cool and escape did look almost impossible. He locked the key and felt so glad Ashley was so keen to help him fulfil his deepest desires with his wife.

He returned with the key in hand and Ashley had her hand out.

"Thank you Barry, I'll take that. Normally I would give the wife or girlfriend the key to wear around her neck but I'm going to help you both by holding it for the first week to take any pressure off you Lynette and not having him beg you for any early release. The cage can be worn for long term use, shower or bathe and you should see no side effects. However if you do, you may ask Lynette permission to come here and retrieve it.

She kissed Lynette on the cheek and tapped Barry on the caged cock to ensure it was on good and proper. Lynette was now to have sole communication with Ashley and Barry would only be able to communicate with her during their couple sessions but Lynette was to come back twice this week for one to one sessions.

When they left and arrived home, Lynette with her dildo in a box and Barry with his caged cock, there was electricity running through them both. They had just done something absolutely crazy and felt more alive. Lynette had never used a sex toy before and had ignored Barry's suggestions for it and chastity but now that it was prescribed to her by a trained professional, well a trained professional in her eyes, she felt duty bound to listen to the expert.

That night, they slept together cuddling without Barry trying anything.

The Transformation

Lynette had her first solo session two days later as Ashley set out to reshape their marriage. Ashley began to really start to talk to Lynette about sex. And she went deep. Deeper than Lynette could nearly handle but she was starting to unlock things Lynette didn't know she had. They ran way over the proper hour but Lynette was in no rush and Ashley wasn't looking to finish their session. She encouraged Lynette to embrace her sensuality, prescribing specific lingerie. Both ladies were roughly the same size so Ashley showed her black lace bra and panties, garters, and a small spade-shaped pendant that symbolises her new identity. Ashley told her this was about Lynette unlocking her dormant sexual desires and not worrying about Barry's needs at all.

She instructed Lynette to take home these clothes and Barry's only pleasure tonight would be in bathing her, drying her, moisturising her and dressing her for Marcus. Tonight she would fuck a cock bigger than 5 inches for the first time ever. Lynette's panties were starting to get wet as Ashley commanded her. Ashley took hold of Lynettes phone and wrote an explicit text to Barry laying out the terms of her treat. He was told to be completely naked in his cage, have dinner ready and start by massaging her feet.

When Lynette arrived home, she saw the great meal he prepped for her and as she sat down to eat it, she instructed Barry to kneel and massage her feet. He did as instructed and was in heaven in subservient mode. She ate and drank white white he had poured as she talked about how Ashley is really wonderful and they talked for ages like Carrie and Samantha from Sex in the City, like old friends opening up to each other. Her cheeks glowing with happiness and whilst she did think her husband looked a bit silly naked on his knees, she decided to just embrace what the doctor was telling her.

Barry ran the bath perfectly for her and took her new lingerie set and laid it out on the bed. He set up romantic lighting, music and candles in the bedroom and returned to his wife in the bath. He started to sud up her cloth and washed her back lovingly. She was in a dream state as her music played and she thought about slipping into those sexy clothes and trying out her new 'lover' for the first time. Ashley had encouraged her to masterbate in the bath which she was now doing and Barry knelt by the bath side saying nothing for fear or ruining her moment.

She started to bite her lip. She hadn't masterbated herself since motherhood feeling it was dirty but here she was under doctors orders doing it in front of Barry without a care in the world. Although she didn't do it to herself before, Barry was very good with his hands normally and did digitally give her some of her best orgasms up to this point. However she would normally get very worked up and want cock but recently that was proving a giant let down thanks to Barry's floppy history. Not tonight. He was locked and she was getting cock. She stopped without cumming and climbed out of the bath, where he knelt with warm fluffy towels ready to dry her gently.

Barry wanted to cum right there and then knelt on the floor as he was about to prep her for Marcus. His head felt light as he finished drying her off and squirts cream into his hands and began to lather her. They didn't speak at all. There was such nervous energy between them as they readied themselves for what came next, or more to the point, who came next.

She walked into her bedroom and surveyed the scene. "Get me ready servant," she barked. He crawled to the bed edge and retrieved her lingerie. Normally she'd dress in cotton jammies but not tonight. He started with the tights and garter. Slowly unrolling them up her leg. Then came the black panties with the unmistaken club symbol in the centre. Did she know what Ashley was making her wear and why?

Finally she opened her arms as he aided her with the bra and clasped it from the back. He knelt down behind her as she stood by the bed with his face inches from her ass. His breathing was so heavy as he craved kissing it but this was her night and he was going to do only what she said and at the pace she said. She patted him on his head as she too grew more breathless.

She rubbed her breasts as she looked at herself in the mirror in her sexy black outfit. She never felt so sexy and ready for sex. She then lay down on the bed as Barry continued to kneel beside her.

"Barry!, I'm ready to see Marcus," Lynette whispered as she started to rub herself through her black lace panties. "Go get him and bring him to me." Off Barry scurried and quickly returned with the box containing Marcus. He opened it and lifted it out. God it was massive. It must have been at least twice his size and so much thicker. It was very realistic with veins and felt like a real cock, not some cheap plastic toy.

"Hi Marcus," Lynette cooed, "My husband has a really small pathetic cock and he can't fuck me anymore. I've never fucked anyone else before and I never thought I'd fuck a big black cock like you but I really really need to get fucked tonight and cum," Her finger was now inside her panties, playing with her clit as she stared straight at the cock and paid no attention to Barry.

She lifted the cock off Barry and started to rub it against her pantied pussy. Moaning and writhing on the bed, it was already feeling so much bigger and harder than her poorly endowed husband, who was leaking in his cage.

She turned her head to Barry, looked him dead in the eye and told him to put his hands behind his back, no touching, just watching. She started to push her spade panties to the side and retrieved lube from her dresser to coat this big black cock as it was going to stretch her for the first time since she gave birth. She closed her eyes and began to push the dildo into her pussy. It was quite hard to do and she had never done anything like this before but it was already starting to feel nice but she didn't like having to push it in herself.

"Barry, Marcus needs a hand, lie beside me and guide Marcus. Barry rolled up onto the bed and went to lie beside his wife only for her to push his head down lower in the bed. He took Marcus from her hands and began to slowly ease it in and out of her pussy. He had never heard the gushing sounds from fucking her like this. She was so wet.

"Fuck me Marcus, show my husband how to fuck a wife." Barry groaned and wanted to cum to her words alone; he was that turned on as he increased his pace. In and out he pushed the big black dildo into his wife. At that moment he wished it was a strap on he could wear over his caged cock so he could do the pace better and feel he was a small part of the sex but he lay there with his face perpendicular to her stomach as he helped Marcus ravage his wife. She started to moan more and more and he started to move his hand faster and faster to meet her beat. The cock was now starting to slide in way past the maximum he had ever been inside his wife. She was making noises he had never helped her achieve as Marcus plowed her.

"Yes.... Yes.... Yes fuck me Marcus, I wanna cum on your big black cock Marcus....... yessss..... uggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh........ fuccck!"

She erupted all over the bed. Like an animal. She quickly rolled over and started to kiss Barry aggressively on the mouth and wrapped her arms around him. She had never cum like that ever before and she suddenly felt alive. Ashley was so right. She regained her breath and started to laugh at what she had just done. She petted Barry on the cheek. Normally she would at least give him a handjob at this point but that was out of the question.

She instead made him get her water and rolled over. He could lie beside her and kiss her ass until she fell asleep. She cuddled up to Marcus like a stuffed animal.

Aftermath of first proper orgasm

Barry was tasked with buying more sexy lingerie, each purchase reinforcing his role as a facilitator of Lynette's pleasure. Marcus became a nightly obsession, with Barry kneeling by the bed, helping Lynette guide the dildo inside her while she moaned in ways she never had with him.

Ashley's joint sessions were becoming electric. In the next session, she had Lynette lie on the couch, her dress hiked up to reveal the lingerie Barry had bought. Barry sat on the floor, instructed to kiss Lynette's feet as Ashley whispered in her ear, "You're a Queen, Lynette. You deserve real cock, not a cuck like Barry." Ashley's fingers slipped into Lynette's bra, teasing her nipples until she was begging for more.

Then came the pivotal session. As Barry licked Lynette's soles, his cage tight and his heart racing, the door opened. A tall, muscular man entered, wearing only boxers that did little to hide his impressive bulge. Ashley smiled, her hand still working Lynette's breasts. "This is Marcus in the flesh, Lynette. See what a real man feels like." She guided Lynette's hand to the front of Marcus's boxers. Lynette's breathing was through the roof as Barry watched on at his dream scenario still licking her feet as he watched his wife touch another man's cock.

Lynette, lost in a haze of arousal, reached inside the man's waistband, her hands trembling as she freed his massive cock. It was way more than double Barry's size, and her eyes widened in awe as she began to stroke it, Ashley's fingers driving her wild. Barry looked up from the floor, his humiliation and desire intertwining as he watched his wife surrender completely.

Ashley leaned in, her voice a sultry command. "Tell Marcus what you want, Lynette. Tell him how much you need him."

Lynette's voice was a desperate moan. "I want this cock Marcus. I need you inside me."

Ashley turned to Barry, her smile wicked. "Keep kissing her feet, cuck. This is what she deserves."

Lynette's hand, guided by Ashley, moved rhythmically along Marcus's length, her hesitation melting into a newfound confidence. Barry's cage felt tighter than ever as he watched his wife stroke this magnificent cock.

Ashley's voice cut through the haze, sharp and deliberate. "Lynette, you're ready. Let go of the past. Embrace what you deserve." She gently eased Lynette back onto the couch, helping her slide her dress higher, exposing her new pair of red lace panties with another spade emblem. Ashley's hand was resting on Lynette's thigh, guiding her legs apart.

Marcus stepped closer, his boxers now fallen to the floor. Lynette's breath hitched as she looked up at him, her prudish exterior now crumbled under the weight of her awakening. "Marcus," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute, "please fuck me."

Barry's lips paused on Lynette's toes, but Ashley sharply spoke down to him, "Don't stop, Barry," she commanded. "You're here to serve her pleasure, not to interrupt it." He resumed his kisses, the taste of Lynette's skin drove him wild with lust, as his mind spiraled at the sight of Marcus positioning himself between her thighs.

Ashley leaned over Lynette ear. "This is your moment, Queen. Take what's yours." She reached down, guiding Marcus's cock to Lynette's entrance, the spade panties pushed aside. Lynette moaned, her body arching as Marcus slowly pressed into her, stretching her in ways Barry never could. The sounds she made were raw and uninhibited. They were the sounds of a woman unleashed, free from the constraints of their faltering marriage.

Barry's cage strained to burst as he watched Marcus move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Lynette's hands gripped the couch, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrendered to the sensation. Ashley's fingers continued to tease Lynette's nipples, amplifying her pleasure, her whispers a constant encouragement. "Feel him, Lynette. This is what you've been missing."

For Barry, the scene was both torture and ecstasy. Each thrust from Marcus felt like a confirmation of his inadequacy, yet the act of kneeling, of serving Lynette in this moment, fulfilled a deep-seated craving he'd carried for years. He wanted this for her, no for them. He wanted Lynette to feel desired, to feel alive, and being caged and unable to stroke his small impotent white cock felt right. It felt deserved.

Lynette's moans crescendoed, her body trembling as she neared climax. "Marcus... oh God, Marcus..." she gasped, her voice breaking. Barry's kisses faltered, his eyes locked on the sight of his wife's pleasure, a pleasure he could never provide. As Lynette's orgasm hit, her cries filled the room, her body shuddering under Marcus's steady thrusts. Ashley's smile was triumphant, her hand stroking Lynette's hair as she rode the waves of ecstasy.

When Marcus finally pulled away, Lynette lay panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy with satisfaction. Ashley turned to Barry, her expression softening slightly. "You did well, Barry. You gave her this." She gestured to Lynette, who was still catching her breath, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Marcus stepped back, his role complete for now, and Ashley handed Lynette a glass of water, her demeanor shifting to one of nurturing care. "How do you feel, Lynette?" she asked gently.

Lynette's voice was soft, almost reverent. "I... I didn't know it could feel like that." She glanced at Barry, her eyes searching his face. For a moment, guilt flickered there, but Ashley was quick to intervene.

"Don't feel guilty, Lynette. This is about your happiness, your fulfillment. Barry wants this for you. Don't you, Barry?"

Barry nodded, his throat tight. "Yes. I want you to be happy, Lynette. I'm so happy you could cum hard like this. I'm sorry I denied you this pleasure until now."

Lynette reached out, her hand resting on Barry's head, a gesture both tender and commanding. "Thank you pet," she whispered.

Ashley clapped her hands, breaking the moment. "This is just the beginning. Lynette, you'll continue your solo sessions with me to explore your desires further. Barry, your role is to support her, to serve her, and to stay locked until I say otherwise. Understood?"

"Yes, Ashley,"

"Lynette, you'll continue to fuck Marcus the dildo at home for practice, but we'll arrange for the real Marcus to join us again soon. You're on a journey now, and I'm here to guide you both."

As they left Ashley's home the air between them crackled with possibility. Lynette's steps were lighter, her posture more confident. Barry, though humiliated, felt a strange sense of purpose. They were no longer the couple they'd been when Barry and Ashley had concocted this crazy plan, but what they were becoming was still unfolding.

At home, Lynette's transformation continued. She wore the lingerie Barry bought her more often, not just for Marcus but for herself, reveling in her newfound sensuality. Barry's tasks grew. He was now responsible for most of the cooking, cleaning, massaging her feet, all while locked in his cage. Each act reinforced his submission, and though he ached for release, he found solace in Lynette's growing confidence.

Their nights were now rituals of worship. Lynette would lie back, Marcus in hand or sometimes guided by Barry, as she explored her pleasure. Barry's role was clear: to serve, to watch, to revel in her satisfaction. The shame cycle that had once plagued him began to fade, replaced by a strange pride in being the husband who could give her this. His desire for release wasn't even as strong as he would have expected. It was now weeks since he was released but he preferred feeling caged, horny and craving his wife. He was afraid cumming would give him post nut guilt about everything he had done to get to this moment and would rather stay in this cycle of horiness especially as his wife was loving life right now.

Ashley's sessions pushed them further. Lynette began to embrace her Queen of Spades identity, wearing the spade pendant openly as a necklace and Ashley gave her back the key to wear on it too but told Lynette don't even bother releasing him yet. Marcus, the actual black man, returned for another session, and this time, Lynette didn't hesitate. She took him eagerly, with Barry at her feet, his kisses a silent vow of devotion. Ashley watched, her influence cementing their new dynamic.

One evening, after a particularly intense session with Marcus the dildo, Lynette turned to Barry as they lay in bed. "I love you," she said, her voice soft but firm. "This... it's different, but it's us now. Are you okay with that?"

Barry looked into her eyes, seeing the woman he'd always loved, now radiant with a power he'd helped unlock. "I'm more than okay," he said. "I'm yours."

And so, their marriage, once unraveling, found a new thread, one woven with desire, submission, and a shared journey into uncharted territory. What would Lynette do if she ever found out Barry and Ashley planned this? What had Ashley in store for them next? She was clearly concocting her next phase.

To be continued?