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Jess was an hour or so into her therapy session when the nurse led me through a confusing set of hallways to a nondescript door marked "Stimulation Room 4". I could hear my wife's moaning faintly through the door, but when we entered the room I realized she was nearly screaming. All of this had been explained to me earlier of course, but seeing it in person was still a shock.

My plump wife was nude on all fours, with a cushioned platform holding up her torso, and a thick black cuff attaching each of her limbs to the floor. Behind her, a whirring machine rotated, which pistoned a metal bar back and forth towards her. At the end of the metal bar was an impossibly large black dildo, which pushed into and out of my wife's helpless pussy at a steady, unrelenting pace. Her face was obscured by a VR headset beaming images to her directly, and she was also wearing a set of headphones that blocked out any external sounds. She most likely had no idea I had even entered the room.

Although I hoped it wasn't too uncomfortable for her, I had to admit that she looked incredible like this, bucking her hips wildly to meet the dildo each time as it mercilessly pounded her. I wasn't quite sure what all of the various other equipment was doing, it all looked very complicated, but I did recognize the wired pads attached to each of her wide butt cheeks as the electrical stimulation that was supposed to simulate being spanked.

"It's okay, your wife is perfectly fine," the nurse said trying to re-assure me, having to raise her voice a bit to be heard over the droning mechanical devices and my wife's deep moans. "Once we get the program switch over to gentle mode it will be easier to relax." She looked down at her tablet device and punched in some sort of code. The big intimidating piston extracted the dildo all the way back out and all of the other machines seemed to quiet down. All we could hear was my wife's heavy breathing as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Okay, she should be all ready for you now. Remember, be very gentle and take it slow. No extra touching or anything, the stimulation program will handle any of that. And don't bother trying to talk to her, she can't hear anything through the audio program,"

I turned around to thank her but the nurse was already halfway out the door. I slowly undressed, wondering if some of the odd devices in the ceiling were actually cameras. Even if no one was watching, this whole situation was so alien and strange. But the doctor had explained this was the best chance at improving our sexual compatibility.

Once all of my clothes were off, I hesitantly got in position to mount my wife from behind. It was a little awkward with all of the machinery in the way, but I managed to slip myself inside. I'm not sure if the dildo machine produced lubrication, but her pussy was incredibly wet. I built up a rhythm, making sure not to go too fast, as I did my best to provide this part of the stimulation program.

Unlike before, she wasn't moving at all or moaning, so the only sound in the room was the quiet slapping of my body pressing against her's with each thrust. I wasn't used to her reacting this way to sex, she was usually at least a little enthusiastic once a week or so when we did it, but she was probably exhausted by all of the previous training. Plus the doctor had said that the brain wave patterns optimal for making her more easily influenced by the stimulation program might also make her seem more zoned out for up to twelve hours after the treatment.

The sensation wasn't great for me either though, I usually liked going faster than such a slow pace, and I think the huge dildo had temporarily stretched her out quite a bit because she felt significantly looser than usual. I thought I heard her moan at one point, but as I listened closely I could tell she was just mildly uncomfortable.

"Time's up!" a perky voice called out behind me, startling me in mid-thrust. It had only seemed like a few minutes but I guess time had gotten away from me. "That should be all for this session Mr. -----, you can go back to the waiting room until your wife is finished," she added, sounding very professional as I rushed to put my clothes back on.

I finished up and exited the room, looking back to see that the nurse had entered the next code and the dildo forced itself back into my wife's gaping wet hole. As the door closed behind me I could barely make out her moans, but she seemed to be shouting, "Yes, fuck, yes!"

When they finally brought Jess back out sometime later, the effects of the drugs must not have worn off yet. She seemed to be in a dazed state, unable to speak much other than to give simple yes or no answers to questions. She could also barely walk, and had to lean on me for support as we made our way back to the car. Once we arrived home, she went straight to bed and slept soundly. I wanted to talk to her about what it was like and if she thought it had worked, but that had to wait until our follow-up appointment that was already scheduled for the next day.

  *

As we sat in the doctor's office the next morning, we still hadn't really discussed things privately. Jess was in a better state than she had been after the session, but she told me she didn't want to jump to any conclusions until after the doctor went over the results. When he arrived in the room he shook hands with us and took a seat behind his desk, at first just silently looking through the printed pages on his desk. I wanted to know what each, "hmmm," and, "I see," meant as he went through the data, but the machines had such complicated sensors that I'm sure I wouldn't have understood the raw data even if he showed me all of the charts.

"I won't beat around the bush, overall the results are unfortunately not what we expected," he said flatly. Dr. Mentus had a tendency to be blunt, but we were used to that by now. I was concerned that the therapy apparently hadn't worked though. We were spending a small fortune on it, and from the way he had described things before, "failure" was not even within the realm of possibility.

"As you know, the object of this stimulus program was to modify Jess' size preference to more align with Paul's below-average penis size, and to associate Jess' fantasies around cheating and rough sex with negative emotions like degradation and embarrassment rather than arousal," he said.

It was embarrassing to hear him talk about my physical shortcomings and my wife's darkest fantasies so matter-of-factly, but they had done dozens of tests and we couldn't argue with the science. We really did need to overcome these things to get our sexual relationship back on track, and ignoring the truth was going to help the situation.

"Now let's try a simple thought experiment," he said, turning toward Jess and staring at her with his piercing eyes. "Jess, imagine your husband has just served you a romantic dinner, and leads you to the bedroom, which is lit by candlelight. He lovingly takes undresses and invites you into bed with him, where he gently enters you and starts to make love." He paused, and Jess nodded thoughtfully. "Good, now how does that make you feel?"

"Oh, yeah, sure that sounds good to me. Sounds very romantic," she said, sounding very detached.

"But how does it make you feel sexually? Does thinking about it make you physically aroused?" the doctor inquired.

"Hmm, I mean, not the way you described it necessarily. I guess I have a hard time imagining it in enough detail to really feel anything sexual," she said. I could tell she was getting a little defensive, she never liked to think of any of this being caused by her own mental blocks and tended to want to focus more on me.

"Okay, let's try another simple scenario, Jess. A stranger approaches you from behind and you willingly bend over a table. He rips down your panties and penetrates you with his huge cock. He takes you until he has had his fill. How does that make you feel?" he said blandly.

"Oh, well..." Jess stammered, clearly flustered as her face turned red. She shifted slightly in her chair, before straightening up to try not to show how the fantasy affected her.

"Now Jess, we all promised to be completely honest in these sessions, right?" he coaxed.

"Yes, doctor. I guess it's just a little embarrassing. That scenario is very, umm, hot to me. I got very aroused just hearing you say that," she said quietly. "I mean, just thinking about another man taking me, penetrating me with his big hard cock..."

"Thank you for being honest Jess," he said chuckling a bit and waved his hand to make it clear that she didn't need to continue. "You have nothing to be ashamed of here. Or I guess I should say, being ashamed of these sorts of fantasies should not prevent you from freely talking about them here. Now Paul, to summarize the results of your wife's treatment, we successfully associated your wife's size preference with some of the more negative sexual tendencies she exhibits, and associated your size with more loving and gentle sexual experiences. Unfortunately, arousal is a complex beast to tame, and your wife still associates those negative stimuli with sexual pleasure. Do you have any questions about this?" he said.

"I guess that makes sense," I said, trying to wrap my head around all of this. We had already gone over our sexual incompatibilities in detail before, but if anything it seems like this session had only made things worse. "So what is the next step for her? Do you reverse the last session, or will the preferences switch once she has more training?" I asked.

"Once associations are made they can be difficult to break," he said sympathetically. "As I've said before, this is an experimental process where the goal is to reach sexual compatibility. There's nothing necessarily wrong with your wife's current preferences, as long as we can reach a stable equilibrium with your own preferences. Now let's start to think about how we might be able to shape Paul's associations to achieve full compatibility..."

*

A few days later I arrived for my own therapy session. The same nurse guided me through the halls back to the same room. She had me undress right away and then spent time turning on the various machines and sensors while I stood there awkwardly. The layout was different than last time (the big piston machine was nowhere to be found thank goodness) but when the nurse strapped me in I realized I was still going to have to be on all fours the whole time just like Jess was. I wasn't sure if I could last several hours in that position, but Jess had said it wasn't too bad and she didn't remember it feeling like it took too long.

The nurse put on the video headset and headphones right away once I was strapped in. I could feel her attaching various electrode patches to my bare skin as she continued the setup. The video showed some relaxing things and a woman's gentle voice instructed me to do various things like count from one to ten and imagine lying on a beach.

Overall it seemed like a cheesy relaxation video you might find on some discount DVD in the dollar bin, but the headset made everything seem very real and after a few minutes I did start to feel more relaxed. Even the more invasive parts of the setup, like inserting the stimulation plug I had been warned about didn't really bother me.

By the time the actual program started, I was having a hard time concentrating and I don't remember a lot of specifics. I know it started with showing porno scenes more or less, and as the doctor had explained they were a little rougher than I liked. I'm not sure if I usually would have been aroused, but whatever contraption they had attached to my penis felt great, as if I was getting a constant gentle handjob. At first, it was a little disturbing to see the women in the videos, most of them blonde and busty like my wife, being called names, being held down, having their faces slapped.

But every time one of those things would happen, the machine pleasuring me would go into overdrive, making it feel like an amazing blowjob for a few minutes. After a while, I realized that each time the scene was "normal" at the beginning, I kept anticipating the man to do something degrading so I could feel the intense pleasure.

I'm not sure how long those parts of it lasted, it was hard to keep track of time or think about much of anything. But I do remember the sex scenes would abruptly stop at times for less pleasurable experiences. All of the men in the sex scenes before had unusually large cocks, not exactly surprising for porn, but in these scenes very modestly endowed men would appear on-screen. They would seem embarrassed about their size, and women would also appear on screen to talk about how little dicks are pathetic and only large cocks could please them.

Since these are the more negative emotions about size preferences that the doctor was trying to get rid of, I would feel painful sensations each time these scenes appeared. It was hard to tell exactly what the stimulation was, but all I knew is that whenever those images were on the screen all I wanted was for the sex scenes to come back.

By the time the session was finished, I was completely mentally exhausted. I could see why Jess was so out of it at the end of hers. I can't remember much more of that day, other than that I slept soundly that night.

The next day Jess and I were back in the doctor's office and he was going through my report just as he had with Jess. "I think we are definitely making some solid progress here," he said confidently as he shuffled the papers back into a stack. Well, that was good news at least. I certainly didn't want to do any more of that. Hopefully, one session was enough for me and the rest of the time could be spent working on Jess and her weird fantasies.

"I think the best way to explore the results would be with another set of thought experiments. Jess, I want you to think about whether these scenarios make you aroused and answer honestly. Paul, I want you to be honest too, but thankfully for you, we can have a more direct measurement of arousal. Please pull your pants and underwear down during this conversation so we can all make some observations."

I felt embarrassed about exposing myself like that, but I followed his instructions and sat in my chair with my flaccid penis exposed. I tried not to think about it and cleared my mind to try to focus on the doctor's words.

"Paul forces Jess onto the bed and gives her a hard spanking on her bare ass. Once her bottom is red and stinging, he plunges his below-average penis into Jess and roughly fucks her," the doctor said in a flat voice. "Jess, do you find this description arousing? Please explain your detailed thoughts."

Jess had a pained expression on her face, making it clear she wasn't on the same wavelength yet. "Maybe it's because Paul and I haven't done something like that, but no, I don't find it particularly arousing. I mean the spanking part sounds good and I would try that with Paul but it isn't directly stimulating."

The doctor shifted his focus to me, and glanced down at my still flaccid penis. "It didn't really do much for me either I guess," I said. "Maybe saying my penis was on, um, the smaller side was a turn off for me, that feels embarrassing to even talk about."

"So we don't have shared arousal there, but we also don't have an incompatibility per se," the doctor continued. "We have established what won't work for both of you, let's see if we can find a scenario with shared arousal. Instead of Paul spanking Jess this time, imagine a man with a large cock is spanking Jess, and then fucks her with his big thick cock while Paul watches helplessly."

To my embarrassment, my dick got completely stiff almost immediately when the doctor mentioned the theoretical man being so well endowed. Jess was also blushing, and I knew she was turned on before she even spoke.

The doctor smiled. "Good, I think we've found a very promising path to explore..."

*

Several months and several more therapy sessions later for each of us, the doctor declared that we had reached an optimal equilibrium of sexual compatibility. While the original sexual survey diagnostic numbers had only rated us as having 28% sexual preferences in common, now we were steady at nearly 96%. It had taken a while to get used to our new ways of interacting with each other, and I never would have guessed at the beginning that we would ever settle on something like this, but I have to admit that sexually we were much more compatible now than we ever had been before. The transition wouldn't really be complete until we established the final part of our new relationship though, just as the doctor had said in the meeting after my first therapy session.

That morning I woke up on the couch, feeling a little sore as usual after sleeping uncomfortably, and headed upstairs. The master bedroom door was open so I walked through it and knocked on the door of the master bathroom. After a few moments, my wife opened it, wearing only a towel.

"I just got out of the shower, so it's all yours," she said casually. Even though the towel hid most of her curves, knowing I was so close to seeing her naked was such a turn on, and my little dick was aching already today. "It's a good thing you knocked politely like a good little boy, Paul. Imagine if you had just walked in and seen me completely naked!" she said, giggling. "Do you think Travis will knock or just come inside whenever he wants?"

It wasn't that hard to get used to the lack of sex. Our sex life hadn't been that satisfying for either of us before anyway. If it had been, we wouldn't have gone to therapy in the first place. Not getting to touch her sexually or see her naked was very frustrating though, especially after the session that gave her a newfound love of teasing me.

Every day I would watch her big breasts jiggle in a low cut top or see her bend over in front of me to give me a nice view of her wide ass in tight black leggings, knowing I was never going to be allowed to do more than just look. And I found her way more attractive than I ever did before therapy. Before, I always thought she could stand to lose a few pounds but now I feel like I was constantly in the same room with a literal sex goddess.

"Make sure to give Big Daddy a good scrubbing too, we had a lot of fun last night," she said, now wearing just her bra and panties as she started applying her makeup.

I, of course, knew all about the fun she had with Big Daddy last night, I could hear her moaning all the way downstairs. Big Daddy was what we called her giant dildo, almost as thick as my wrist and nearly a foot long. It also had a suction cup at the base that she used to attach it to the headboard of the bed, so most nights I could hear her big ass slamming against the hard wood as the big dong stretched her out.

Every morning I had to lovingly scrub her juices off of it to get it nice and clean for the next session. I felt silly for being jealous of an inanimate piece of plastic, but I would give anything to take its place for a night. Even though Jess enjoyed her late-night encounters with Big Daddy, it was not a full replacement for a real cock of course, but that's where Travis came in.

I had not met Travis yet, and didn't even know what he looked like. At the time I thought he was another one of Dr. Mentus' patients, but later I found out from Travis himself that he been referred to the clinic through an online ad promising "desperate married sluts" in the local area. I did know that he had talked to the doctor privately and was given full access to our patient files to ensure we were up to his standards. I had assumed all of that material was private when we were in the sessions, and it was embarrassing to think that he had seen some of it, such as the video diaries we had each made about our various sexual fantasies.

Jess had not met Travis in person, but she at least knew what he looked like. Travis had been given her personal phone number and texted her out of the blue, and it must have gone well because she seemed even more excited whenever she talked about him after that. I didn't get to see the text conversation itself, but Jess made sure to let me know that he had asked for nudes and she had sent them, teasing me that he had seen more of her already than I had in a few months. It was so frustrating to know my wife was showing off her beautiful breasts for some stranger when I would do anything to see them again.

As the time approached for him to arrive, both Jess and I were pretty nervous. She was wearing a tight low cut dress with a hem that barely reached past the middle of her ass, and no bra. Neither of us really knew what to expect from the meeting, we had discussed fantasies about her experiencing another man many times but this would be the first step toward making it a reality. The doctor had been very clear that this initial meetup must have some fairly strict boundaries, it would be important to establish a degree of trust between the three of us before any major physical boundaries were crossed. This first meeting would be mainly an opportunity for a few hours of conversation and all of us getting comfortable with each other. Anything past that would have to wait after our next session with Dr. Mentus.

Just before Travis was due to arrive, Jess told me we needed to talk and sat me down on the couch. I could tell from her expression that it seemed serious. "I know we have both been looking forward to this meeting, but I need to tell you something important. You have to promise not to get upset or tell him I told you this though, okay?" I nodded, worried about what it could be. "Travis confided in me that he's not very well endowed. In fact, he's actually a little smaller than you. I think he has a great attitude though and gives us most of what we both want. Also, he's self-conscious about it so please don't bring it up unless he does, okay?"

I felt disheartened, to say the least, but I thanked Jess for telling me. I suppose it could work even if he wasn't that big, but if size wasn't an issue then why had we gone through all of this, to begin with? I don't know why Jess apparently felt differently after so much time and money being spent aligning our desires, but this wasn't what I wanted. I didn't have much time to think about it though, because shortly after that the doorbell rang.

"Travis, it's great to see you!" Jess said as she pulled open the door. Travis entered and reached out for a big hug, pulling her plump body against his. He was older than I expected, not the stereotypical buff Adonis type Jess sometimes mentioned in her fantasy descriptions, with more of a beer gut and sloppy look. I guess this wasn't exactly a "date", but he certainly hadn't dressed for the occasion either, just wearing a faded t-shirt and jeans. I had hoped Jess would be similarly disappointed, but she seemed absolutely smitten.

"Damn, they look even better in person," he said, staring down at her big breasts. "It's too bad we have to keep things PG in front of your husband, otherwise I would have made you answer the door stark naked," he added, reaching down and patting my wife's ample ass possessively. Jess just giggled rather than objecting to his rude comment.

I stood up and walked towards him with my arm outstretched to shake his hand. "Hi I'm Paul, good to meet you," I said.

"Yeah, great, why don't you go make yourself busy for a while, so me and your slut of a wife get to know each other. Make us a drink or something. Take your time, though, and make sure to let us know when you're coming back so we can make sure you don't see anything you shouldn't."

Before I had even left the room Travis and Jess were on the couch, and although from my angle I couldn't see directly I could tell that he pulled her top down almost immediately. As I tried to keep myself busy I thought to myself that despite Jess' promise of a good "attitude", he was doing just about everything he could to piss me off.

This meeting was supposed to be about the three of us talking and getting to know each other. And judging by the and moaning I could hear in the living room it didn't sound like they were going much chatting even by themselves. When I felt like enough time had passed I walked back out of the kitchen, making sure to announce my return with a cheery, "Drinks are ready!".

As I entered the room Travis' tongue was still down my wife's throat and his meaty hands were groping her breasts. He quickly helped her pull her top back into place and cover up though, and I didn't get to catch a glimpse of my wife topless. The whole thing felt awkward as I delivered the drinks, as if I was ruining their fun just by being there.

"Your wife has a great set of knockers Paul. It's too bad they were so wasted on you. If you're a good boy today I might let you watch them bounce when I fuck her in your bed tonight," he said smugly.

That was it for me, this was never going to work. If things were going wrong this early, how could someone like him be counted on to fill the sort of role he was trying to fill? "Honestly I don't think you're putting in any effort to respect me or this process. This was supposed to be a discussion and nothing more. I think you should leave for now and we should discuss this with Dr. Mentus before it goes any further."

"Oh, you want me to leave, huh? You don't want to see me fuck your fat little wife tonight?" he said, feigning that his feelings had been hurt. "I can respect that. But before I go, Jess, why don't you show him what he'll be missing out on?"

"With pleasure, Daddy," Jess said excitedly, and reach down to quickly undo his pants.

Before I realized what was going on, Jess pulled out his massive cock, letting it lay semi-hard in his lap. Both of them started laughing as the realization set in.

"I'm so sorry, I thought..." I stammered. It was amazing how instant the change was, a minute ago I was disgusted and unimpressed by him, and now I was just awe-struck. Jess reached down and started stroking his thick shaft, showing me how much bigger his hardening cock really was even though when it was soft it had already put my little dick to shame.

"You thought I was a little-dicked loser like you?" he said, laughing.

"I know, I know, it was a little cruel to make you think he had a tiny dick, but we thought it would be a good way to remind you why you're going to do everything Travis asks you to do," Jess say, trying to compose herself. "I still can't believe you fell for it though, you really think I would let someone your size anywhere near these babies?" she said, taking a big heavy breast in each hand and jiggling them towards me, still covered by the thin fabric of her top.

"So remember, if you're ever wondering who's in charge here, just take a look at this big old wife tamer," he said, gripping his cock by its thick shaft and shaking it. "And then look down at that pathetic excuse for a dick between your legs. In fact, now that we're all more comfortable with the situation why don't you take your clothes off, your wife might have to stay covered up but you don't get to wear clothes in my house without permission."

"Yes sir," I said meekly, and began to undress. Each passing jab about my size, or lack thereof, felt like a punch in the gut. Having seen my patient file I'm sure Travis knew that the best way to keep me in line was to make sure to mention my shortcomings whenever necessary.

"You were right about one thing Paul," he said once I was fully naked and exposed, "I know you were both told by the good doctor not to let this go any further than just talking. That ship has sailed I guess," he said, glancing down at my wife still stroking his fully hard cock. "But I think we can still make it into a little game that we can all enjoy. Jess, you're going to play the role of the innocent little housewife," taking her hand and pulling it away from his cock. "You don't want to cheat on Paul, he's the only man allowed to touch you and make love to you. And Paul, you're the perfect husband, giving your wife everything she needs and protecting her honor at all costs. And me? Well, I'm just me, I want to strip down your fat little wife and fuck the shit out of her in front of you. Now, you don't have to agree to the game if you don't want to, and if anyone isn't enjoying it we can stop the game at any time. So, who's in?"

Jess nodded her head excitedly, knowing she had told the doctor so many times about wanting to be taken reluctantly like this. And I reluctantly nodded in agreement as well, knowing I had masturbated to scenarios like this, dozens of times, even if mentally I still found the idea abhorrent. Plus given that so much of Jess' sexual preferences were based on fantasies, a lot of our sessions were focused on role-playing these kinds of scenarios. By now it almost felt real slipping into character, even though both of us knew we could stop things at any time if they went too far.

Now that we were all in character, Travis left the room, saying we should pretend he's a new neighbor coming to meet us for the first time. In the few moments we had alone together Jess pulled me down on the couch next to her and pressed her breasts against me tightly. It wasn't exactly getting to touch them, but this is the most "action" I had gotten in months.

She leaned in close to whisper in my ear, "I'm so horny tonight Paul, tonight I'm going to suck your cock and let you cum in my mouth." Just the idea of that made me so turned on. And she even called it my "cock" not my "tiny little dick" or any of the humiliating things she usually called it.

When the doorbell rang I felt genuinely surprised. We had spent so much time practicing role-playing that by now I had a very hard time not staying completely in character. I really thought, 'Oh, that must be our new neighbor,' as I walked to the door. Travis was beaming as he entered the room, shaking my hand and thanking me for inviting me over. Neither of us seemed to acknowledge that I was completely naked, but since he didn't mention it I didn't really think about it.

"Wow Paul, you didn't tell me your wife was so hot," he said, eyeing Jess up and down. Unlike before, she was much less receptive this time, looking mortified and shrinking away from his gaze. She looked at me with an uncertain expression, probably expecting me to protect her from his advances.

"Yeah, I'm definitely a lucky man," I replied awkwardly, knowing I couldn't stand up to him. Any time I thought about trying to stop any of his advances, I knew I would just think of his big superior cock.

Jess gave me a disapproving look and huffed off to the kitchen. With the two of us alone Travis didn't let up, he kept talking about Jess and her "huge tits" and "big fat ass". As much as I hated him talking about my wife that way, any time I tried to not so subtly change the subject he wasn't having any of it.

"I bet you bend her over and fuck that slut all the time," he said, miming a humping motion and pretending to grip the sides of my wife's theoretical ass in front of him. "Oh yes Daddy, fuck my fat ass with your big cock," he mocked, using a high pitched voice to represent Jess. I tried to laugh along with him even though I wasn't amused, until I realized Jess was standing behind me. I'm not sure how long she had been there, but she definitely had seen Travis' lewd display. This time when she stormed out of the room I followed right behind. She stood on one side of the big island countertop and I talked to her from the other side.

"I can't believe he was talking about fucking me with his huge cock and you were just laughing," she said, disappointed that I didn't stand up for her.

"No, he wasn't talking about that, he meant my big cock," I sputtered. Jess glanced down at my little dick but didn't break character.

"I don't care what he was talking about, he needs to leave," Jess said emphatically.

Just then Travis came strolling into the kitchen. "I'm sorry Travis, but Jess isn't comfortable with you being here so I guess you'll have to leave," I said, the trepidation obvious in my voice. As he ignored my words he walked up to Jess and stood behind her.

"Not comfortable with me, huh?" he said, thrusting his crotch into her ass and pressing her against the counter. Jess' face contorted into a shocked expression as she bent over the counter and her big breasts bounced against the hard surface. "Well then I think we just need to get to know each other a little better," he said, chuckling. He reached down and took both of my wife's big breasts in his hands, groping them roughly. Jess moaned slightly from the powerful sensation from her sensitive breasts, but stayed in character, pleading with him to stop.

I stood and watched, doing nothing as he took his time defiling her, stripping off her clothes, binding her arms behind her back, and shoving her wet panties in her mouth. She was still struggling to stop him, but all it amounted to by that point was some desperate wiggling of her ass and some muffled sounds of protest through the gag. Travis grinned at his handiwork and unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants and freeing his cock. Jess stared right at me, giving me her best pleading look, whimpering with her panties in her mouth. But it was hard not to look right past her face and see Travis' huge intimidating cock resting on her ass, fully hard.

"Now, let's see if I can give this ungrateful little bitch an attitude adjustment," he said, giving her bare ass a hard slap that made her yelp. With a low grunt, he pushed forward and entered her, forcing his huge cock into my wife's dripping wet hole. She slid forward on the counter slightly and was forced up onto her tiptoes from the upward pressure.

The change on her face was instant, her eyes rolled back and she was in pure pleasure and her whole body shook from the first of countless orgasms she would receive from Travis' huge cock. He continued thrusting at a slow pace as she got lost in the pleasure, and it took several minutes before Jess seemed even slightly aware of what was going on.

Once she was back to Earth, Travis cruelly pulled out, and used his cock head to tease her over-stimulated clit. He removed her gag, enjoying hearing her beg him to put it back in for a moment, before slapping her ass and asking her who owned her pussy. Once she had satisfied him with her response, plunging his thick shaft back inside and making my wife squeal.

She looked so sexy getting pounded like that, totally helpless as he reached down to put his hand around her neck or slap her big breasts. He spent a lot of time like this, fucking her hard and deep for a few minutes only to stop suddenly and interrogate her. He made her agree to all sorts of things, like call him Daddy, call herself a fat slut, give him exclusive access to her body, be his complete slave, anything and everything he wanted. All the while I just stared in awe, wishing my little dick could make her feel that way but knowing it never would.

*

Travis moved in that day and never left. We had one last interview at the doctor's office but by all indications, the therapy had been a resounding success. At first, it was very frustrating for me making the adjustments to living with Travis, especially because he made it clear that watching him fuck Jess was much more of a privilege than a right. The closest I got to fucking my wife was pleasuring myself while Travis expertly destroyed her pussy in front of me. But most nights I would just listen to Jess scream in pleasure for hours behind their locked bedroom door, and with Travis around there was a lot less need for Jess to even spend time teasing my neglected dick.

But that just made our role-play sessions even hotter. Instead of her usual attitude towards me, Jess would suddenly forget about my tiny dick and tell me how much she wanted to fuck me. Jess and I would go out to a fancy dinner for our "anniversary" and I would imagine how hot she would look in the brand new lingerie I had bought her. But when we got to the hotel room, Travis would be waiting there and ready to forcefully take her on the bed I had just paid for.

Or Jess would come home on "Valentine's Day" ready to fuck my brains out only to find me tied to a chair and gagged in our bedroom. By the time she had started to untie me, it would be too late, Travis and his friend would pull her away and start arguing over who got to fuck her first.

These days it's hard to remember what it was even like before we went through those therapy sessions. But one thing's for sure, we would highly recommend the services of Dr. Mentus to any couples having similar problems with their relationships.