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This is a story of fiction.

My marriage was on the rocks. I knew it. My wife knew it too, but she all the time told me that the issues I had were exaggerated or just in my head.

So I went to the therapist.

I did the work. I felt better. I felt a gigantic weight off my chest. I felt great and validated. But I had a issue.

And it wasn’t that I was realizing my worth. Or seeing that our issues weren’t just me. That all felt great. I felt like I was finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel.

The problem is I was very attracted to my therapist. She was in her early 40s, had pale skin, and raven hair. And… I think she might be attracted to me too.

When I told her I wondered my wife ignored our sex life was because she found my “dad bod” unattractive, she was quick to tell me “you’re actually a very attractive man. There’s no way your wife would think that”.

But I ignored the wondered. Because I knew it was crazy. Or rather not “in perspective ” as she would say. I was seeking validation from anywhere. And I needed to be realistic.

Today, I decided to distribute something I had been holding back.

“I, uh, I’ve been looking at dating sites. Specifically for cheating.” I confessed.

Without a bat of her eye, she said “And have you met anyone?”
I was surprised by her response. I expected judgment. Or criticism. I just received… nothing. Just a question.

“No,” I said. “And that hurts too…I was seeking….I really don’t know. I just feel ugly. Unattractive. I think i know why my wife won’t have sex with me.”

I trailed off and looked down.

“You were seeking validation,” she said. “And that’s OK. You deserve it. Wanting validation, wanting sex, is okay.”

I listened but couldn’t think of anything to say.

She put her pencil down and said, “I’ve said it before, you’re an attractive man. If you choose to cheat, I won’t judge you. You deserve validation. You deserve to be happy.”

I smiled weakly and nodded.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. “I appreciate it.”

She closed her tablet and took off her glasses.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “We’re out of time.”

We both stood and she opened the door for me.

On the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had said.

Did she really think I was attractive? And if so, was she allowed to tell me? And should I cheat on my wife?

That night, my wife fell asleep after scrolling Facebook for 3 hours and I jerked off furiously to the fantasy of fucking my therapist. Something about how unethical it would be excited me. That she would use her position to take benefit of her patient gave me the biggest orgasm I’ve had in years.

Over the next 2 weeks, I wondered about what she’d said. That I was attractive. That my comment mattered. And that it was ok to crave validation. So I tried what she said. I initiated sex with my wife. It didn’t go so well.

“What do you mean we never have sex?” She asked angrily. “You’re exaggerating again.”

I sighed and said, “Look, I’m just trying to tell you how I feel. What i need.”

“Well you’re wrong, ” she replied. “We have a normal, married, sex life. You just ask for it all the time. ”

And with that I gave up. Better to just let her win the argument.

“Besides,” she concluded. “I’m too tired anyway. ”

She rolled over in the bed. About 3 hours later of Facebook, TikTok, and a random late night call to her parents, she fell asleep. And I resented her.

Later that week, I told this story to my therapist.

“And,” I said. “After that argument I don’t trust myself. Because what if she’s right? What if having sex once a month, or once every 2 months is normal?”

“It’s not quote “typical”,” she said. “You have every right to want to have sex with your wife. And having sex once every 2 months is not “typical”.”

“Then it’s me,” I said. “It’s because I’ve gained weight. I’m not attractive anymore.”

“Look at me, ” she told me. “Do it now. ”

I sighed deeply and did as she said.

“You’re never allowed to say that ever again, ” she said. “That is now a rule here.”

I wondered it was an unusual thing to say, but I trusted her and didn’t question it.

“Yes,” I said. “I will do my best.”

She closed her tablet and said, “You are an attractive man. And I don’t want to hear you say otherwise.”

I just nodded.

“I’m sorry, ” she said. “But when I tell you something, I expect you to say “Yes, ma’am”.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said instinctively.

“Are you still on that dating site?” She asked.

“Yes ma’am,” I replied.

“Have you met anyone?” She asked.

“No ma’am,” I replied.

“Why not?” She asked.

“I just don’t feel like I’ve met anyone my type,” I answered. “You know. Smart. Dark or black hair. Pale skin. Plussize. Big hips and ass.”

She laughed and said, You’re describing me.”

I blushed harder than I wondered I could.

“So,” she started. “You do find me attractive. Answer.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said. “You’re exactly my type.”

“When I said you were attractive, ” she asked. “Why didn’t you tell me what you thought of me?”

I hesitated, but answered, “Because I didn’t think I was allowed to.”

She wondered for a moment before saying, “Let’s try an exercise.”

She took off her glasses and adjusted in her chair. “I’m going to ask you questions, and you have to tell the truth. The real truth. No matter what. No hidden feelings. No holding back. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied.

“Do you find me attractive? ” She asked.

I took a big breath and said, “I think you’re gorgeous.”

“Did you choose me as a therapist because of my looks?”, she asked.

“Partly,” I said. “You’re very sexy, but you also seemed like someone I could trust.”

“Do you masturbate thinking about me?” She asked.

“Yes, ” I answered.

“How often?” She asked.

“A lot,” I said laughing nervously. “What is the purpose of this?”

“No questions,” she ordered. “Close your eyes.”

I did as I was told.

“Tell me about a fantasy you have of me,” she ordered.

I didn’t trust myself anymore so I decided to trust the therapy process. I did as I was told.

I told her, “I like to think about us sitting here. Talking. I imagine that I’m complaining about my wife and you compliment me. Or tell me I’m not weird for wanting to fuck my wife. Or that I’m attractive and you give me permission to cheat on her. But in this fantasy I have more confidence in myself and I compliment you back. I tell you that I would fuck you right here in this couch if I could. But instead of telling me to back off, you ask me why I don’t just do it. So i do. And then i fuck you in a bunch of different ways.”

By the time I got done telling the fantasy, my cock was rock hard.

“Is this about to happen?” I wondered. “Is she saying this is happening??”

“Open your eyes,” she stated.

I expected her to be naked or touching herself. But she seemed like nothing was amiss.

I kicked myself for getting my hopes up.

“Did you think that fantasy was going to happen?” She asked.

“I really hoped it would,” I answered.
“I bet,” she said. “But here’s what you have to realize, if you hesitate or doubt yourself, you’re never going to be happy.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. That was clearly an open invitation. I stood up, but before I could take a step she put her hand up to stop me.

“I didn’t say you could get up,” she said. “On your knees.”

I did what I was told.

“Crawl to me” she ordered. “On all fours.”

I crawled to her and stopped at her feet. She was wearing black heels.

She leaned down and stroked my hair and played with my beard. I closed my eyes and sighed. It had been so long since I had been touched. She smelled faintly of perfume.

“This is the happiest I think I have ever seen you.” She said.

I didn’t say anything but she was right.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

I did what I was told.

“Take your pants off,” she said.

I hesitated and her eyebrows arched. “Now. And leave your underwear on.”

On the outside, I did what I was told. Inwardly, I had no idea what the fuck was happening. She was still just sitting in her chair.

“Do you think you’re going to fuck me today?” She asked.

“Maybe,” I stammered. “I hope so.”

“I thought your goal was to improve your sex life with your wife. Can you cum with another woman? Are you man enough to do that?”

“Probably,” I said quietly. “I don’t know if I love my wife anymore.”

“Then prove it,” she ordered. “Show me you can be a man and not a dog.”

I slowly pulled my boxer briefs down and pulled my cock out.

“Yes,” she said. “Go on. Cum for me, Dog.”

Something about her calling me a dog, taking away my manhood, excited me.

I started stroking my cock and all I could think about was how much I wanted her. How much I wanted her to want me.

She watched my cock and gave me approving nods as I changed my grip.

To my surprise, she seemed to enjoy watching.

“You know,” she said. “You really do have a lovely cock. Average length, but very thick. ”

“Thank you,” I said.

“What are you thinking about,” she asked.

“You,” I answered.

“Oh,” she said amused. “What about me?”

“I want to fuck you raw. Cum in all your holes. Cum on your face.” I said as my tempo increased.

“Cum on my face?” She laughed. “Only real men get to cum on me or in me.”

She uncrossed her legs and pulled up her skirt. I couldn’t see very well, but it looked like she wasn’t wearing any panties.

She rubbed herself and said, “Dogs only get to lick my pussy.”

She spread her legs and licked her fingers.

“Dog,” she said sternly. “Lick my pussy.”

I felt like I was having an out of body experience. Because I found myself crawling to her. And when I was inches away I hesitated.

“Dog, lick my pussy. Now.” She ordered.

Without any more hesitation I did what I was told.

I licked her pussy greedily. She tasted better than I ever imagined. Over and over again I licked and sucked. I explored her like it was my first time.

The first time she orgasmed I nibbled her clit. She gasped and smacked my head.

Through gritted teeth she said, “No biting.”

I worshipped her pussy. And I lost myself in the moment. I became her toy. Her plaything. Her dog.

She told me to stop, but i ignored her. She panted and I thought what it would be like to fuck her like she was the dog, and I kept licking.

“I said stop,” she said as she pushed me away.

She squirted and squeezed her eyes tightly. He pussy pulsed.

She stood and walked to me. As I looked up at her she knelt down and grabbed my throbbing cock.

She barely moved her hand before I shot my load all over myself.
“You goal this week,” She said as she stroked. “Is to get one of those bitches on your dating app to fuck you.”

I just blinked at her. Dumbfounded.

“What about my wife?” I asked.

“Your wife? ” she said. “If your wife won’t appreciate you as a man, or a dog, then you should stop trying to fix a sexless marriage. Let her start worrying about where you’re getting your pussy, and then she’ll have issues.”

“Go have fun” she continued. “Prove to me that you are a real man.”

The end.

NSFW: yes

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