Marriage Counselling Ch. 03

Roger

Collette walked in and placed her bag on the table. She looked over to Roger as he prepared the dinner and smiled at him.

"Hey honey, I'm going to go and freshen up and then I'll be back soon." She said, giving him a glancing kiss on the cheek.

"Okay baby, how was work?" Roger replied.

"Work was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary," she said as her voice disappeared into the hallway.

Roger smiled. He could feel her coming back to him. She arrived home in better moods than she used to and was kinder to him. She acknowledged him. They were falling into a new routine.

She came back downstairs wearing her usual pyjama shorts and a t-shirt. They ate and shared some wine, discussing their work and some plans for the house.

After dinner, they settled down on the sofa to watch some television. Collette watched the film, Roger watched her thighs. He didn't know what had gotten into her, but he knew the signs. She would look into the distance, perhaps at the screen but not taking it in. She would then fidget. She would slowly clench her fists and unclench them. Then, when her need was too great, she would ask for him to lick her out until she came. He was just waiting for it to happen.

He looked at her as she began to fidget. She wasn't watching the movie. She was lost in thought. His own cock was hard inside of his trousers with excitement of what was to come.

Dr Franco had insisted they weren't to have sex, but allowed them to explore other sensual activities. He could see her horniness as she rubbed her hands over her thighs and decided to rush things along.

Collette was seeming to warm toward him and Roger was grateful for it. Perhaps the counselling was actually working. She would arrive home from work more spiritedly than ever before and seemed to be horny all of the time.

They would try the activities set by Dr Franco: baths, massages, foot rubs. They would usually end up with Collette fidgeting until she asked Roger to lick her out. And Roger was happy to. It was the closest he was getting to sex and he felt close to her. She would buck and grind against him, muttering under her breath. After she came she would often leave to go to bed. Roger got so turned on by it that he was actually glad that sex was not expected. He would not last long and with this set up, he could at least please her without disappointing her.

Of course, after she left him he would return to his room and jerk himself off. Sometimes with her lingerie. Often with his home videos. Always a quick finish.

His consumption of the videos had consumed him since he'd gained access to them. He hadn't looked at much past the videos yet. He loved to watch them. To relive them in his head. To cum as he watched himself orgasm.

He hadn't seen them all. That would take time. But he did have his favourites. He liked to see his own orgasms. Their sexual positions didn't vary all that much for the amount of videos there were. Missionary, doggy, prone or somewhere in between. Some were of them standing.

In one he stood facing the camera. His knees were together and he was slightly bent forward. Strong hands pulled his waist back into the cock that was fucking him. His cock oozed cum from the start, shot ropes at some point during the fucking, then returned to a constant oozing.

His current favourite though, was a video that began with him sleeping, as many did. He lay naked, on his side facing the camera and close to the edge of the bed.

Vincent set up the camera and walked over to his sleeping form. He lifted a knee on to the bed and kept the other standing on the floor. He lifted Roger's furthest leg up to his shoulder and aimed his cock at the sleeping hole.

This angle showed a full shot of his own cock. He had watched Vincent's so much that his own looked small and useless. He was asleep until the cock pushed inside of him. He watched himself wake up with a start and look up at Vincent. One he remembered where he was and understood what was happening, he relaxed back and rested his head down.

Vincent pushed in and out slowly, and he watched his own cock quickly rise. It stood hard after only a few of Vincent's slow thrusts. His erection was unnecessary proof of his enjoyment, his body language and moans revealed his welcoming response. He watched his cock, as it showed the force of Vincent's fucking. It flailed back and forth as his thrusts grew harder. It bobbed rhythmically as his ass took pleasure from its pounding.

He watched as it began to throb and stiffen, before he lost his load all over his own stomach and bed. He watched as it deflated slightly. He watched himself grip the sheets and writhe. And he watched himself harden again.

This was also an occasion in which Vincent pulled out to cum. He usually liked to finish inside Roger, but on this occasion he pulled fully out and let his long, thick cock fall on top of Roger's. It smothered it and humiliated him. He watched as the massive cock pulsed and shot his load over Roger's previous one, coating his stomach.

That was the video Roger came to that night, after servicing his wife with his mouth.

He had explained this, mostly, to Dr Franco. He had explained that they had begun exploring sexually again. He left out the content he watched whilst masturbating.

"The intimacy is good. Is it ever returned?" He asked.

"No," said Roger hesitantly. "But I do like making her happy in that way."

You have spent quite some time giving pleasure to others. Do you think this may be linked to that?" He asked.

He hadn't thought about it. He had given his mouth, body and mind to Vincent to ensure he got his sexual gratification. He had never once asked for anything in return. Never put his own needs higher.

"I don't think so. I know I never used to like going down on her. I'm not really sure why though."

"You've simply learned some subservience and that there is pleasure in giving others pleasure. Continue this. Give back to Collette. Put her first. She is in need of feeling like a priority, don't you think?" Dr Franco smiled as he asked this.

The sentiment had stayed with Vincent. He wanted to carry it on. He wanted to please her. He took pleasure in making her cum with his mouth. But he also wanted to appear masculine and strong.

So that evening, when she returned from work, he took the initiative.

She walked in and smiled. "Hey baby, I might get a shower before..." He had cut her off with a passionate kiss.

He rubbed his hands over her. He felt the zip and the side of her skirt and began to pull it down. Her skirt slid to the floor to reveal her naked crotch. Roger looked down, surprised.

She saw his face. "I took them off in the car baby. They were uncomfortable. Roger smiled and dropped to his knees. He kissed her pussy and ran his tongue along her slit.

She gasped and rested back on the counter. She breathed loudly and moaned as his tongue probed her, licked and sucked on her clit.

She cried out when her orgasm rose and crashed through her, making her knees bend and grip his hair tightly.

He savoured her taste. Sweet and salty. He loved how wet she was after their brief kiss. By the time he began going down on her he could tell she was aroused. He felt his own cock throbbing within his shorts and was deciding which video he'd be jerking off to later.

Collette

It had been an ordinary day at work for her, which now included being fucked by Vincent.

She had found it difficult during her sessions with Dr Franco to explain her new contentment with Roger. They had agreed that them both being happy was a good thing, and so not to progress with anything until it felt right. So, his tongue would suit her just fine.

He was always willing at the end of the day. She knew that he got off on it. And she arrived home horny. Fuck, she woke up horny and drove horny. She was horny all of the time now. She was being fucked more than ever and it just made her want it even more.

She and Vincent had fucked twice today. The first was during her lunch break in the store room. He had picked her up like a doll, with her legs wrapped around his thick waist. He had lowered her onto his cock and let her weight slide her down to its base.

He lifted and dropped her in time with his thrusts to fuck her. It felt inhumanly deep and she felt utterly helpless. She had gone entirely limp during it and was entirely in his control.

She had reached a shuddering orgasm long before he did, as was usually the way. She almost cried out before remembering where she was. She suffered as his thrusts continued into her throughout her orgasm, which always melted her mind.

He had fucked her like this until he too came. His thick rod pulsed inside her and she felt it blow cum as it impaled her deep inside.

He lifted her off and placed her gently down on a crate, knowing her legs may be unsteady. His magnificent cock glistened and swung before him.

Then there was the second time. As she left, she would look out for him and sometimes go to the store room again. However, his car was not there. Her heart sank and she reluctantly headed towards her car.

A short whistle caught her attention. She looked over to see Vincent smiling at her from around a building at the far end of the lot. She walked towards him. There weren't enough cars to fully fill the lot, so this end was rarely used as it was the furthest away.

He had parked behind the large brick house that housed some sort of electrical box. The other sides were all blocked in view by factory walls or the large bush which surrounded the lot. It was surprisingly private. She hadn't seen his car until being at the corner.

"I need your pussy before I go home. I don't think I could wait until tomorrow." He said, his deep voice moistening her crotch.

She smiled and walked towards him. He opened the rear door as she came in close. He leaned down to kiss her, then pushed her head down. She took the hint and dropped to his crotch, unbuttoning with deft fingers.

She released his cock and swallowed the head. She would get him ready. He never needed to return the favour. She was always wet and ready for him.

After he had swollen on her mouth, he guided her towards the back seat and pushed her into it. He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. She shuffled her feet, allowing them to fall over her shoes. Her bare ass faced up and she angled her pussy so he could enter.

He then pressed his cock to her wet hole and moaned a long, deep growl as he entered her. Her moan was high and desperate. A welcome sensation after thinking she had missed the chance.

He fucked her into the car. He slapped her ass and pulled her hair and generally treated her like a fuck doll. And she loved every second. She orgasmed whilst pinned under him. She didn't think he noticed.

He came inside her, his last thrusts rocking the car. Her moans echoed out and were lost in the wind. She cleaned his cock and walked back to her own car.

It was only when driving home, cum dripping from her, that she realised she had left her panties in the car park. She had pulled some tissues out of her glovebox and used them to catch some of the escaping cum as drove.

The scene replayed in her head. She had been so satisfied. So why was she horny already?

As she walked in the kitchen, she saw Roger. She had stopped feeling guilt. It had become normal to her and they both seemed happier for it. She needs a shower to wash her adultery away. It surprised her when he approached her and kissed her. And even more so when he reached for her zipper. She almost stopped him, but between her aching arousal and his speed, she didn't.

He began to lick her and it felt good. So different to being fucked like a toy, but still good. She felt conscious about her taste, she had cum dripping out of her on the way home, would he pick up on the difference?

If he did, he made no mention of it. He licked her to an orgasm and she cried out right there in the kitchen, her third orgasm of the day.

She gave Roger a kiss and left for her shower. She knew that he was going to finish himself off in his room. She pitied him for a moment. She could see his erection in his shorts as it made a small tent.

She decided to return the favour. Whether it was guilt, her horniness or a desire to encourage him to pleasure her in the future, she wasn't sure. But she grabbed his waist band and pushed it down past his balls.

His little cock sprang out and pointed at her. She felt the urge to laugh, but bit her lip seductively instead. After Vincent, all of the videos and live action she'd had, his cock looked so pathetic.

She grabbed it within her fist and began to jerk him. She kissed him. She didn't care how fast he came. In fact, she wanted him to cum so she could go and shower.

"Cum for me. Go on, cum." She whispered in his ear as she pounded her fist against him. She was fast and rough. She could hear his feeble moans. He was close already.

"Go on, baby. Cum. Cum. Let it out," she purred.

His body jerked and then became rigid as he cried out with a high moan. She felt a warm spurt in her hand and his cock throbbed in her fist. He breathed heavily.

"Good boy," she said, and wiped her hand on his shirt before walking away, leaving his cum soaking into it.

Roger

Roger had begun to work almost exclusively at home. He had worked hard to automate much of his work and could condense the rest into short periods of attention. In doing so, he allowed time to explore some of his growing sexual frustrations.

He was beaming after Collette had jerked him off. It was probably less than half a minute, but it was a deliberate sexual act from his wife. But that was four days ago and she hadn't initiated it since. He had licked her out every evening. Sometimes on the sofa, others as soon as she walked in or where they first met. She would cum hard against his tongue and then they would spend the evening separately.

The issue was that Roger felt like he was going through withdrawal. From being fucked like a hooker multiple times a day to living with a sexually reserved woman made him ache. He missed it. He thought about it constantly. He could not replicate it. He had considered gay hookups that he could discreetly organize online. But guilt and fear of being caught prevented him going through with it.

And so his behaviour had escalated. His urges were severe but his outlet stifled. He was now wearing his wife's nightie, with her panties clinging on to one of his heel-clad feet, desperately stuffing her dildo into his ass as he tried to get a semblance of what he used to experience. It felt taboo, and sexy. He presented his ass in the air as he begged to be fucked. He jerked his little dick as he watched videos of his unobtainable past. However, he could not replicate it. Nothing he could do could compare to the feeling of a real, horny cock using his hole.

He gave up trying to pleasure his hole and resigned to frantically jerking his cock as he sucked on the dildo. The audio of him being fucked on the video that played sounded palpable as he spurted his load before slumping onto the floor.

Collette

Collette looked around her as she followed Vincent towards the store room. He punched in the code and walked in. She bounced in behind him, feeling like an excited school girl at a sleepover.

The door clicked shut behind them. He reached the far corner and turned to face her, smiling his mischievous smile. She dropped to her knees without instruction and scrambled to release his cock. She inserted it hungrily into her mouth and sucked in it, pulling it deeply into her mouth. It began to swell and stiffen and she could feel her own wetness prepare her for what was about to happen.

He grabbed her hair and used it to pull her to her feet. She slipped out of her skirt and pulled down her panties. She gripped his cock as if he was going to slink away out of reach. Lifting her up and allowing her legs to wrap around his waist, Vincent aimed his cock against her pussy. He gently lowered her and she slid down his cock as it stretched her, aroused her and calmed her simultaneously. He rested her at the bottom before lifting her slowly up and down on his large cock. She clung on to him and kissed his chest.

When she was warmed up to his satisfaction, he placed her down on a crate and began to fuck her harder. She began by clinging to him but eventually laid backwards, arms stretched out and feeling her tits flail with her jolts.

He reached down and grabbed her throat, using it to pull against his powerful thrusts. She loved when he did that. She began to get lost in the pleasure

Suddenly, she heard the gentle beeps of the door code being pressed and the sound of the door open. She tried to look but Vincent's hand grabbed her around her jaw, fingers pressed on her cheeks. He made her look at him.

"Don't worry. He just wants to talk. He knows." He carried on fucking her. She looked over, expecting to see her husband catching her in the act. Her expression reflected her confusion as she looked at the figure.

Dr Franco approached them casually with a friendly smile on his face. He slowly unbuttoned his coat and took a seat on a smaller crate near Collette's head. She didn't have the words to speak.

"Don't stop on my account Vincent," he said, as if he showed any indication he would, "I know you have quite the appetite."

Collette lifted a hand as if she was going to gesture for Vincent to stop, but changed her mind as Dr Franco began to speak.

"You must be very confused right now, Collette. Well, I will give you all of the answers you seek. But first, an apology from me. I have not been straight with you, or your husband." He gestured at Vincent, who was still using her body.

"He is my brother. Different mothers. Same dead-beat father. He practically raised me in a parentless home. We have different surnames and so people would not assume our relation. It was I who ensured that Roger was passed on my offer to council you both, and I who passed Vincent's psychological evaluation deeming him fit to work here."

Collette tried to make sense of it, struggling to keep her mind focused as the large cock ploughed into her. She let out a moan as if the words caught in her throat.

"I may not have even given you the best advice as a counsellor," he continued as he studied her face. He seemed unperturbed by the scene before him.

"W-w-w-why?" Collette asked eventually, trying to get out the word between thrusts.

"Well, dear, I have developed a rather specific sexual fetish that originated in my earlier years. My older brother here has always been tall, muscular and well-endowed. He would have a woman in his bed most nights, sometimes different women in the same day. And not just single women, but unsatisfied married ones too." He spoke so calmly, like we were in his office.

Collette didn't want Vincent to stop, she was horny and enjoying being fucked. But she was also curious. She was aware of her stiff, aroused nipples poking up through her blouse and made an effort to cover them.

"So... you... like to... watch him... fuck," she breathed out.

"Oh don't worry, dear, I'm not here to witness you and Vincent coupling. I just knew that you'd be here and it would help to reiterate my story. My fetish is more specific.

"You see, one day when I was working in the yard, one of Vincent's married visitors had been followed by her husband." He stroked his chin as he recalled the story.

"He stormed up to the door and banged loudly, ignoring me completely. He was a small chap, angry and wound up, but small. I wondered if my brother would bother to open the door, but he did. The man pushed inside, shouting at him for ruining his marriage. I remained outside, confident that my tall, strong brother could handle the man."

Collette felt his gaze return to her. She felt self conscious yet excited by it. She looked out at Vincent, who towered over her, unperturbed by their conversation.

Dr Franco continued. "I would have remained out, but I heard the clatter of a physical altercation, and wanted to check in. Mostly so that if anything had occurred, my brother would not take it too far and hurt the poor man, more than his pride had been already. Yet, when I entered the house, the sight that greeted me was not one that I expected. This man, this angry man, was bent over our kitchen table taking Vincent's cock inside him." A smile crept across his face.

Vincent's cock felt like a mechanical rod, relentlessly pushing into her with precise rhythm.

"To see a man, despite his initial desire to, be taken like a bitch in heat, stirred something within me. I watched as his half-hearted protests turned to pleasure. I watched his cock grow erect despite his desire to hide it. I watched until he begged Vincent to show him what he did to his wife. Turned into a woman like the one he had come to defend the honour of.

"And it stayed with me. From then, he would return and seek out the cock that cucked him; to seek its pleasure rather than scold the man who wielded it. And I watched each time. A man reduced to a sexual object. One that receives. What a sight," he trailed off slightly.

Collette felt her orgasm rise and tried to suppress it. It was like trying to hold back an urgent sneeze, it would only delay it. She felt the irony of sitting on Dr Franco's couch, berating her pathetic husband for his lewd acts, to be watched as she was fucked over a crate by the same man.

Vincent's thrusts became firmer and faster. She gripped the edges of the crate hard and tried to breathe through it.

Dr Franco watched them for a moment, as if seeing them for the first time. Perhaps he was picturing him taking a man like this.

"When my brother told me about his new cell mate, I felt like I had an opportunity to finally get involved in my most recurring, suppressed fantasies. I encouraged Roger to wallow in the memories of his time in prison and for you into the arms of Vincent. And so, for my underhandedness, I apologise."

"What... do you... want?" Collette's eyes rolled as she tried to talk, making her look like she was on the brink of consciousness.

"I want what Vincent had. Your husband. I want to take a man who has not chosen the life he now leads. You can continue to get your gratification from Vincent. And perhaps he would also like to take your husband again. I would love to see that in the flesh. I have certainly enjoyed the videos." He looked at Collette for an answer.

She had heard, but was at the cusp of an orgasm. Her back arched and she moaned from her throat as pleasure rippled through her. Dr Franco watched her susceptible state.

"Did you like watching your husband get fucked like a bitch?" He asked.

"Yes," she panted.

"Does it turn you on to think about it?"

"Yes", she replied, her face reddening.

"Would you like to see it in the flesh? His body being taken right in front of you?" He asked.

"Yes," she called out, louder.

"And do you want to continue to get fucked by Vincent?" He added.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" She cried out as she came, bucking as much as she could beneath the grip that was now across her waist.

Dr Franco didn't wait any longer than he needed. He stood and began to put his coat back on.

"We will arrange some details during our next session, which will of course be free of charge from now on."

Collette felt Vincent's cock swell and burst inside her whilst she watched Dr Franco stroll out of the door. Her hair clung to her sweaty face and she was burning with pleasure.

It dawned on her what she had agreed to and she replayed the conversation in her head. She should have been more reserved with her answers. What had she specifically agreed to? She struggled to recollect it perfectly, as her mind swirled in bliss. Still, she had come too far to stop now. Her sexual world was just opening up.

During the drive home, the events and words of the experience cycled in her head and she felt her mindset shift. She was fighting the idea of being sexual with her husband and had been for a long time. But now she understood, and didn't need to. He was a bitch of a man. A man who is seen as weak and fuckable by other men. He could use his tongue, but was otherwise unable to please a woman. She deserved better. He had prevented her from a lifetime of satisfying sex. Now she was owed it. And if that meant turning him back into a little cocksleeve, then so be it.