Harder

by Pan

Chapter 1:

“I b-beg your pardon?”

“It was obvious the moment you walked in,” Dr. Zibilich said, his teeth poking out from his dark beard like a dagger in the moonlight. “Your wife needs to be fucked harder.”

The couple fell silent, and the dark-haired man lowered his glasses, his eyes travelling slowly between the pair sitting in front of him.

Mike and Mary were in their early forties, and had been married for almost twenty years. Mike was tall and broad-shouldered with short black hair and olive skin. He had brown eyes and a strong jawline, which their son had inherited.

His wife was short, just under five feet tall. As soon as she’d walked into the office, Dr. Zibilich had noticed her attractive figure and distinctive features. She had strawberry-blonde hair, green eyes, and a curvaceous body. As they sat, stunned at the advice they’d just heard, the doctor allowed his eyes to sweep over her large breasts, wide hips, and small waist. Like her husband, she wore her age well.

They looked like a typical middle class American family. An unusually attractive one, perhaps.

By the time he was done with them, Dr. Zibilich knew they’d be something else entirely.

“The magic has just…gone,” Mary had said glumly when they’d first sat down in front of him. The office was quiet – the rumble of traffic could be heard from outside, but the only sound within the four walls of his marriage counseling institute were people talking and the slow hum of the air conditioning.

“That’s not uncommon after twenty years,” the dark-haired doctor had replied with a nod.

“We still love each other,” Mike had hastened to add. “It’s just…well…”

That was when Dr. Zibilich had given his advice. His words had been for Mike, but his beady eyes had locked onto Mary’s, and he didn’t hide a smile as her skin went bright pink. She didn’t turn away, despite her obvious embarrassment.

She just stared into his eyes as he spoke.

“Your wife needs to be fucked harder,” he’d bluntly stated. “Every day.”

After the longest of pauses, Mike finally mustered up another response. Mary, meanwhile, was lost in their therapist’s stare, feeling herself being drawn deeper into his gaze.

“H-how do you know? You haven’t even…”

Dr. Zibilich held up one hand, and Mike fell silent.

“I’ve seen cases like yours a thousand times,” the doctor said dismissively. “And I could tell the moment I laid eyes on your wife. She needs to be fucked. How often do you two have sex?”

Mary blushed again, turning redder than before. Her cheeks felt hot, and her nipples hardened beneath her thin turtleneck sweater.

“It’s been a while,” she admitted.

“A few months,” Mike added, looking down sheepishly.

“As I thought.” Dr. Zibilich nodded. “It’s very clear what needs to happen here. Mary needs to be fucked, hard. And I mean hard. Show me how you make love.”

“H-here?”

“Yes, right here. On that couch. Now.”

Mary blinked in surprise, and Mike opened his mouth to protest, but the doctor turned his surprisingly powerful gaze towards him. For the next few moments no one said anything as Dr. Zibilich’s dark eyes bore into the husband’s like a laser beam.

“Now,” he finally said again, and the couple nervously obeyed.

As Mary undressed, the doctor’s eyes roamed over every inch of her body, taking in her curves, her soft skin, and the way her large breasts filled out her top. He watched the muscles in her arms flex as she removed it, then her legs as she slid off her pants. Soon, she stood in front of him wearing nothing but a bra and – to his surprise – a white thong.

As she undressed, she seemed acutely aware of the doctor’s eyes on her body. She turned to face him as she removed her bra, allowing him a perfect view of her full, round breasts as they fell into view. Her nipples were dark pink, and seemed to harden as soon as Dr. Zibilich laid eyes on them.

Mike followed suit, removing his own clothes in a hurry. His chest was broad and muscular, suggesting a regular workout routine, though he had the beginnings of a beer belly.

The couple looked at each other awkwardly, Mary in nothing but her thong panties, Mike wearing nothing but his briefs, and Dr. Zibilich broke the silence.

“Why don’t we start with a little foreplay,” he suggested, his voice dripping into the room like oil. “Mike, I want you to kiss your wife.”

Mike glanced at his wife, standing in front of the doctor with her hands clasped behind her back. She was visibly nervous; there was a flush on her neck, and a slight tremor in her fingers as she fidgeted.

“Y-yes, doctor,” he said, a rasp in his voice. “If you think this will be best.”

“I do,” the man replied, nodding, and Mike moved his mouth to his wife’s.

“Kiss her harder, Mike,” Dr. Zibilich instructed. The first kiss had been a gentle peck, but Mike quickly grew bolder, his lips pressing against Mary’s, gently sucking on the lower part of her mouth.

The woman gasped, clearly enjoying the attention from her husband. Dr. Zibilich allowed himself a smile as he observed their passionate embrace.

“Good, good,” he said approvingly. “Do you see how she responds to a firmer kiss? To the passion you’re showing her?”

“Uh huh,” Mike grunted, still kissing his wife.

“That’s because of her submissive nature. I spotted it as soon as she entered. Mary needs to be dominated. Underneath, deep down, she wants to be controlled. She craves being used. She needs to be fucked, Mike. Hard.”

Mary’s eyes shot open at the accusation, and she pulled back from her husband’s kiss.

“What…what are you saying, doctor?” she asked timidly. “I’m not like…”

Dr. Zibilich raised an eyebrow, cutting her off. He leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers as if trying to look through her soul.

“You love your husband,” he stated flatly. “But underneath it all you crave submission. Control. A strong, alpha male who can take charge and use you however he wishes.”

“That’s absurd,” Mike objected, and Mary nodded in agreement. “Mary is…”

Now Mike was the one to be cut off by the doctor’s intense stare.

“This is what your wife needs,” he repeated. “This is what will save your marriage. The only question is: are you the man to give her wife the hard fucking she requires?”

Mary put a hand on her husband’s arm.

“We should talk about this,” she said, looking nervously at the doctor.

Dr. Zibilich shook his head. “The time for talking is over. Now is when we discover: Mike, are you able to give your wife what she needs? Are you the man who can truly satisfy her?”

“Yes,” Mike said, the stammer in his voice gone. “Yes. I’m that man.”

“Then show me,” the doctor said, gesturing towards the topless woman standing in front of him. "Show me you know how to fuck your wife.

Mike didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Mary and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her more forcefully than before. Mary gasped at her husband’s actions, and Dr. Zibilich watched them with a gleam in his eye.

When Mary was on top of him, her breasts pressed against his chest, Mike reached behind her to grab his wife’s thong-clad ass. He began moving his hands up and down her body, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh as she kissed him passionately.

“Fuck her,” Dr. Zibilich growled, his voice rough and insistent. “Fuck your wife, Mike. Prove to her that you’re a man.”

Mike slid his fingers into Mary’s panties, and she moaned in pleasure as he found her wet pussy.

“Oh god, Mike,” Mary groaned, biting her lip as he pushed two of his fingers inside her. “Fuck me.”

“Now,” Dr. Zibilich ordered, and Mike nodded.

He removed his fingers from her pussy, and Mary whimpered as she felt them leave. Mike slowly lowered his wife’s wet thong, revealing her hairy cunt. He placed his fingers at her entrance and parted them, exposing her pussy lips. Mary was panting, her breath coming in short gasps. Slowly, he sank his middle finger into her, stretching the tight muscle around his digit. Mary cried out, and Dr. Zibilich sighed impatiently.

“She’s more than ready,” he hissed. “Do it.”

Mary gasped as her husband’s finger disappeared inside her, and Mike leaned forward, kissing her once more as he lowered his briefs.

“Mmmmmm,” he grunted, thrusting his hips upward. Mary gasped as she felt her husband’s cock pressing between her legs. She wrapped her arms around Mike’s neck, pulling his mouth to hers. His tongue plunged deep, kissing her hungrily. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, her pussy wet.

“Now!” Dr. Zibilich roared, and Mike obeyed, pushing forward and entering his wife for the first time in months.

Mary moaned softly as her husband’s member slid past her vaginal lips. She clutched at his back, trying to pull him in further, faster, harder.

Harder…

Mike grunted and started pumping his hips, driving himself into Mary’s hot, slippery hole. He leaned forward, his face buried in her shoulder as he fucked her as roughly as he could.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Harder,” the doctor demanded. “Go deeper.”

Mary moaned again as her husband drove his dick into her, trying to be forceful, trying to give her the hard, dominant fucking she required. But it just wasn’t happening. Mike was too gentle, too tender.

“Is that the best you can do?” Dr. Zibilich asked, his disappointment clear. “Is that as hard as you can fuck your wife?”

“Y-yes,” Mike admitted, sweat beading on his brow. “I’m sorry.”

Mary’s moans had turned to whimpers of frustration as Mike’s thrusts grew slower and weaker.

“That’s not good enough,” the doctor said firmly, and the couple silently agreed. “Mary needs to be fucked hard. Harder than it seems you can manage.”

Mike nodded. His cock had softened from the humiliation, and his failure clear on his face. He began stroking his wife’s hair comfortingly, but she pulled away.

“No,” she said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “The doctor is right. I…I need it harder than that. I need to be fucked, Mike. Truly fucked”

Mike looked at the doctor uncertainly; Dr. Zibilich had a thoughtful look on his face.

“Perhaps I can show you,” he offered, and Mike’s eyes widened.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said demurely, but his wife shook her head.

“Please, Mike,” she begged him. “This isn’t working. Please. Let the doctor help us.”

It was obvious that Mike wanted to object, but at the sight of his wife’s face, he relented. He nodded and kissed her gently, then stood up.

“Take notes,” Dr. Zibilich said. “If you can get this right, it will be exactly what you need to save your marriage.”

“Yes, doc,” Mike replied, taking out his phone. Still naked, he sat on the chair in the corner of the room, watching as Dr. Zibilich undressed to take his place.

Dr. Zibilich was short and slender. In many ways, he appeared to be the opposite of Mike: Mike’s body was muscular and powerful, while the doctor’s was frail and delicate, and – aside from his thick beard – almost completely hairless.

But in stark contrast to his small frame, the doctor’s penis was huge, almost twice the size of Mike’s. It hung heavily between his legs, its size evident even before it began to thicken at the sight of the naked woman in front of him.

“Are you going to fuck me?” Mary asked, forcing her eyes from the growing erection to the doctor’s face.

“Yes,” Dr. Zibilich replied, his dark gaze boring into the woman’s. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need. Mike, watch closely.”

Mary shuddered slightly as the man moved closer, his cock standing erect and proud as he grabbed her by her waist. She gasped softly as she felt his hands cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly. And she let out a long moan of want as he kissed her harder than her husband had, forcing her lips open as he pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth.

“Oh god, yes,” Mary groaned. Unlike her husband, the doctor didn’t tentatively explore her pussy. Instead, he pushed her down on the bed and immediately thrust into her, plunging his cock into her tight, wet cunt. Mary cried out, her legs trembling as he began fucking her.

“This,” Dr. Zibilich said breathily, “is how your wife needs to be fucked.”

“Yes, doctor,” Mike said, his fingers moving furiously as he tapped away at the screen. He watched with fascination as Dr. Zibilich pounded his wife, driving himself into her over and over again.

“Fuck!”

“She’s a natural submissive,” the doctor said as he rammed his dick into her. “Look at her, Mike. She’s so eager to be used. She’s so desperate to be taken by a real man. To be possessed, controlled. Dominated.”

Mary moaned loudly, her whole body shaking at the sound of Dr. Zibilich’s voice. Mike could see that she was close already, and he continued diligently taking notes as his wife began to cum on the doctor’s hard cock.

“Oh fuck,” Mary sighed as Dr. Zibilich buried himself deep inside her, his balls slapping against her ass. “I’m…oh my g-god! I’m coming.”

Mary’s orgasm was unlike anything Mike had ever seen from his wife. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she clutched at the doctor, pulling him deeper still. He grunted in response, but didn’t slow down for a moment.

“This is what your wife’s orgasm should look like,” the doctor said, his breathing heavy. “This is the orgasm of true submission to an alpha male. Isn’t that right, Mary?”

“Mmmmmm,” his wife whimpered. “Yessss…”

Mike’s hand paused in its tapping as he watched his wife’s entire body heave. Mary was panting, her chest rising rapidly up and down. Her legs trembled beneath the doctor’s assault, her arms hanging limply at her sides.

“A female like your wife only has one desire, Mike. To please her dominant partner. For him to use her however he wishes.”

“Yes,” Mary gasped. “Yes, Dr. Zibilich. I’m yours. Please fuck me…fuck your slut.”

“Your instinct may be to slow down when you feel her coming,” he advised. “But resist that impulse. Your wife needs to know that her orgasm isn’t the focus here, that she exists to bring pleasure to men. So just keep going.”

“Oh godddd!”

“Keep pounding the little bitch until she can’t stand it anymore,” Dr. Zibilich grunted, “until she begs to be filled with your seed. Is this making sense, Mike?”

“Yes, doctor,” Mike nodded, his eyes wide as he watched his wife get fucked as he’d never been able to.

“Please,” Mary groaned weakly. “Fill me up. Fill my cunt full of your hot, sticky sperm.”

“The goal is for this to be you, Mike. You should be the one making her beg, Mike. You should be the one filling this whore with your cock.”

“Yes, doctor,” Mike agreed. He watched as his wife’s eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth open and gasping as she came.

Mary’s orgasm seemed to go on forever; Dr. Zibilich not slowing down for a moment of it. His pounding was relentless, and when Mary’s orgasm was done, she had an adoring look in her eyes.

Mike stood, and cleared his throat. “Thank you, doctor,” he said. “This has been really–”

Dr. Zibilich held up one hand, silencing Mike, still thrusting into his wife. “Do you think we’re done?” he asked mildly, as though checking if the man wanted a glass of water.

“Well, uh, I thought…”

“This is the exact problem with your marriage, Mike. A woman like Mary shouldn’t be fucked to a single orgasm and then abandoned. Someone as lustful and wanton as her deserves more than that – and I’m more than confident that she’s capable of it.”

“Oh god,” Mary gasped, her legs shaking beneath Dr. Zibilich’s. He’d slowed down slightly to talk to her husband, but at his final words, began pounding her hard once more.

“I told you I was going to show you how to fuck your wife properly, Mike. And that means fucking her again and again. Fucking her so hard that she forgets her own name, until she can not breathe. There’s no need to be gentle or tender; a woman like Mary can be fucked for hours, and should be. Must be. If you only take one lesson away from our session today, let it be that one.”

“Yes, doc,” Mike said bashfully. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Now, why don’t you sit while I show you exactly what I mean?” Dr. Zibilich ordered, his voice soft, and Mike did as instructed.

For the remainder of the session, Mike watched as his wife was taken by the doctor. He made her cum again and again, each time making her beg for him to fill her with his seed. Each orgasm left her shaking, panting, moaning in pleasure, but still desperate for more, utterly submissive to the doctor’s will.

Mike took notes as he watched his wife’s body writhe in ecstasy. His cock was hard, but he made no moves to touch it – instead, he tried to learn as much as possible about his wife’s sexual needs from the small, dark-haired man inside of her.

It was obvious that he’d never even brought his wife close to the sexual ecstasy that she was experiencing in front of him. Her orgasms were intense, some lasting for minutes at a time; in all their years of marriage, Mike had only brought Mary to small, soft climaxes; orgasms of a few seconds before his cock squirted into her.

When the doctor’s orgasm arrived (perfectly timed for the end of the session), Mary’s response was immediate and intense: she screamed, digging her nails into his back, her whole body shuddering as Dr. Zibilich came deep into her pussy.

Mike sat silently, watching his wife orgasm harder than he’d ever made her. She looked like she might pass out, her eyes rolling up to the whites. When she was done, she collapsed onto the couch, completely spent. She had a look of total satisfaction on her face, and when Mike saw it, he felt his heart skip a beat.

He resolved that he would do all he could to bring his wife that same pleasure. Whatever it took.

“That’s enough for now,” Dr. Zibilich said, his tone bored as he pulled his softening dick out of Mike’s wife. “I hope that was educational.”

“That was amazing, doctor,” Mary said softly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my dear,” he replied, throwing the naked woman a quick smile. Mike noticed the doctor’s cum was oozing out of her pussy. “Mike, your homework is to try to fuck your wife as hard as that. Do you have any questions?”

“I don’t think so, doctor,” Mike said hesitantly. He was eager to begin, but also nervous. He didn’t know where this was going to go. “Is there anything else we should work on?”

“No,” Dr. Zibilich replied immediately. “As I said, the moment you came into my office, I knew exactly what the problem was. Mary needs to be fucked that hard at least once a day. If you can fix that, all your marriage problems will be resolved.”

“Thank you doctor,” Mike replied. “I’ll do what I can.” The short man nodded, a curt nod. “I’m sure you will,” he said flatly. “And we can only hope that it’s enough.”

Harder

by Pan

Chapter 2:

As soon as the couple entered his office the next week, Dr. Zibilich could tell it hadn’t worked. Mary seemed to be in good spirits – although that might have been excitement at seeing the doctor again – but her husband was clearly upset.

He moved behind his desk and gestured for the couple to take a seat on the couch: the same couch on which he’d spent almost forty minutes the previous week fucking Mary.

“What went wrong?” he asked, completely skipping the small talk.

Mary was the first to speak up. “I think it’s my fault,” she said, looking down nervously. “Mike tried, he really did, but…”

“He was too gentle with you?”

The attractive woman nodded, still not making eye contact with the doctor. She’d unconsciously spread her legs a soon as she’d sit down, and he couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing a tiny red thong beneath her skirt.

“It’s true,” Mike admitted. He was blushing furiously, unable to meet the doctor’s gaze either. “I’m sorry, doc. I tried to do everything you showed me. I did it as best I could, but…no matter how hard I tried, she never even got close to orgasm.”

Dr. Zibilich smiled wryly. “Is this true, Mary? Have you gone the entire last week without cumming?”

“N-no,” the wife answered quietly, her eyes cast downward.

Mike turned to her in shock. “What?”

“I have a toy,” she confessed, raising her eyes to meet her husband’s. “At night, after your…efforts…are over. It helps. I needed to get off.” She shivered, and looked away again. “I needed it, Mike. I…I’m sorry.”

“You need more than just a toy,” the doctor told her. “If you want to keep your marriage intact, you need to be fucked hard. Mike, why don’t you show me what you were doing.”

Mike stood up without hesitation and began stripping. “It’s not much,” he said sheepishly. “I mean, I really did try, I just…”

“Mike, I know you’re frustrated,” the doctor said. “But this is something that your wife needs. Don’t you, Mary?”

She looked at her husband pleadingly. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

Her voice broke, and tears appeared in her eyes as she continued. “I–I need it. I need to be used. Like he showed you.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” Dr. Zibilich said kindly. “Mary, take off your panties and lay down on the couch.”

Mary was wearing a red skirt and white tank top, both of which stayed on as she spread her legs and lowered her thong. The doctor noted that her pussy had been trimmed since their last session. She was already wet, and her lips glistened with her arousal.

When Mike was naked, he lay down on top of his wife, positioned his hardness at her entrance, and pushed forward. Mary moaned softly as he entered her, but didn’t push back. He paused for several seconds before pushing further inside.

“Fuck her harder,” Dr. Zibilich ordered. “It’s what she needs. Isn’t it, Mary?”

“I need it,” the woman gasped as Mike started to move in and out of her. “Please, honey. Please. Fuck me like Dr. Zibilich did. Treat me like your little slut. Make me cum.”

“I will,” Mike promised, thrusting into her with renewed vigor. Mary’s pussy was tight around him, gripping his cock as he pounded it into her. He could feel his balls beginning to tighten, and knew that soon, they would release the seed that Mary so desperately craved.

“Oh god, fuck me!” she begged. “Use me! Fuck me so hard I can’t breathe! Fill my cunt with cum!”

Mike’s balls tightened, his body responding to his wife’s pleas and her growing pleasure. He pulled out slightly, then slammed all the way home.

“That’s it!” the doctor said triumphantly. “Mike, you’re doing it! You’re fucking your wife!”

“Gonna…gonna cum!” Mike gasped, and with one final thrust, he emptied himself deep within her. His hips jerked violently, pumping load after thick, hot load of semen into the fully-clothed woman beneath him.

Dr. Zibilich threw his head back in frustration, and Mary whimpered as her husband’s cock softened inside her.

“Is this what it’s been like every night?” the doctor asked, and Mary nodded, a tear rolling down her eye.

“I’m sorry, doctor,” Mike said, pulling his softening penis from his wife’s pussy. “I…I just can’t help it. I tried.”

The doctor sighed and shook his head sadly, running his fingers through his coarse black beard.

“It’s not good enough, Mike,” he said quietly. “Your wife needs more. She needs a real man, someone who will fuck her for hours. Someone who won’t be gentle or patient. Look at her.”

Mike turned to face his wife. She was still lying on the couch, her eyes were wide open and filled with lust. Her mouth hung partially open, and she was panting heavily. She was the picture of desire.

Mike couldn’t believe how turned on she looked.

“I…I’ll do better,” he offered. “I promise.”

Dr. Zibilich shook his head. “Your wife is in pain, Mike. Not physical or emotional pain; she has sexual needs that aren’t being fulfilled. That it seems you can’t fulfill, even after I showed you how.”

“But doc–”

Mike began to object, but Dr. Zibilich’s dark gaze met his, cutting him off. For the next few moments, the two men stared intently at each other, until Mike finally nodded.

“You’re right,” he said. “I…I can’t do it. So how…?”

“Mary,” the doctor said, gesturing at a cupboard across the room. “Show me what sort of toy you use.”

Mary stood up and opened the cabinet, revealing a small collection of sex toys. After a moment’s hesitation, she pulled out a small dildo, about five inches long, with a bulbous tip and a flared base.

“Mary…” the doctor said warningly. “I can’t help you if you’re not going to be honest with me.”

Blushing, she returned her first selection and pulled out a larger one; this time, it was almost eight inches in length – an extremely realistic looking cock with a suction cup at the base.

She held it out to the doctor, who nodded approvingly.

“Show me how you use it,” he instructed, and Mary’s eyes opened in shock.

“H-here?” she asked, glancing at her husband.

“If Mike isn’t able to satisfy you, we need to come up with alternative solutions. For your marriage.”

“Of course,” Mary replied immediately. Mike nodded.

“Why don’t you go over and take notes again?” Dr. Zibilich advised, and Mike took his phone and wordlessly made his way to the same chair as he had the previous week, sitting naked in the corner once more.

Mary sat on the edge of the couch and slowly stroked her new toy with both hands. She licked her lips nervously as she ran her fingertips along its surface.

“How does it feel?” the doctor asked gently, watching her closely.

“It’s…it’s so big,” Mary whispered, her voice shaking slightly.

“How does that make you feel?”

“It’s…it’s exciting.”

The doctor smiled and leaned forward. “Why does that excite you?”

Mary’s eyes flicked over to her husband nervously, before she returned her focus to Dr. Zibilich’s intense gaze. “Because…because it’s so much bigger than Mike. Because I know it will satisfy me more than he does. Than he ever has.”

Dr. Zibilich nodded thoughtfully and turned to her husband, who was typing as they spoke, transcribing his wife’s humiliating words.

“Do you hear that, Mike?”

“What, doctor?”

“Your wife needs something else. Something bigger. She’s been craving it for a while now.”

Mike nodded, his face flushed red.

“That’s what brought the two of you here. That’s what your marriage is missing. Something that makes your wife feel used. Stretched.”

“Y-yes, doctor.”

“I just wanted to make sure you made a note of that.”

“Of course, Dr. Zibilich.”

The doctor turned back to Mary, who was staring at the hard dildo in her hands.

“What else do you feel, when you look at the toy?”

“Guilt,” Mary admitted, blushing furiously and looking away. “I…I feel guilty.”

“No,” Dr. Ziblich said, falling to his knees in front of her. He put one hand over Mary’s, and used his other to grab her chin, to make her look at him. “Mary, listen to me. You must never feel guilty. This is who you are. You’re a natural submissive. You’re a woman, and you crave to be treated like one. It’s why your husband can’t satisfy you.”

A tear left Mary’s eye, and trickled down her face, but she didn’t say a word as Dr. Zibilich continued.

“You’re a slut, Mary. You were born to be used. To please others, to receive pleasure. Your body craves it. If you deny yourself, you’ll only suffer. Your pussy wants more than Mike can offer; your body needs more than he knows how to give.”

Mary shook her head, tears streaming freely from her eyes.

“Say it, Mary,” the doctor said, his voice softening. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I…I can’t,” she sobbed.

“You said it last week while I was inside you,” he reminded her. “You said it last week while you allowed a man who wasn’t your husband to give you the hard fucking you require. Now, say it again: you want to be fucked.”

“I want to be fucked,” Mary said softly, hesitantly.

“Louder!” the doctor commanded. “Tell me how badly you want to be fucked!”

“I…I want…” Mary stammered. She looked at her husband, who had stopped typing and was watching intently.

“Don’t look at him, look at me.”

Dr. Zibilich moved one hand to Mary’s throat, and she gasped, her eyes darkening with lust.

“Oh!”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then looked straight into Dr. Zibilich’s face.

“I want to be fucked,” she said confidently. “I want it so bad. I want to feel a cock in my cunt. I need it. I need to be fucked.”

“You’re a slut,” the doctor replied, smiling warmly. “Say it.”

“I’m a slut.”

“Again, louder.”

“I’m a slut!”

“Louder!”

Mary screamed as loudly as she could. “I’m a slut! I’m a dirty little whore, and my husband doesn’t satisfy me. His cock isn’t big enough, he can’t fuck me hard enough. I love being used by men, and their big cocks. I love having them fuck my tight, wet holes. I love it when they fill me up with cum. I need to be fucked every day, I need to be fucked so hard that I can barely walk. And then I want to do it again and again and again…”

Dr. Zibilich smiled, released the housewife’s throat, and gently pushed her a loose strand of hair back behind her ear.

“Good girl,” he said softly. “Now, I want you to show me how you use this thing.”

Mary looked up at the small dark man sitting in front of her, watching her closely. Her eyes were shining. Both of them had all but forgotten that Mike was there, tapping away at his phone, carefully documenting the details of his wife’s sexual desires.

“Yes, doctor.”

Dr. Zibilich sat back in his chair and watched the woman stroke herself. Her eyes never left his as she ran her fingers along the length of the dildo with one hand, tracing its contours, while her other hand reached between her legs and began to massage her clit.

“It’s too much,” Mary said, panting slightly. “Too hard. Too…big.”

“This is a common part of the submissive fantasy,” Dr. Zibilich said to Mike, who dutifully made a note in his phone. “Your wife knows that she can take it. More than that; she knows that she must take it, if she is to be truly satisfied. But as a sort of mental foreplay, she likes to pretend that she’s not capable of it. She wants to experience as much of a pleasurable shock as she can when it fills her up, and makes her feel complete.”

Mary’s breathing was getting heavier as she stroked faster and harder. Both men leaned forward, watching her intently.

“Do you see how her body responds to something you can’t give her?” Dr. Zibilich asked. “The way her nipples get hard? The way her pussy gets soaked, the way she starts moaning? It’s because you don’t have what she wants. What she needs. But she knows that she’s going to get it. Just as she has for the past week, using a toy to pleasure herself after you’re done ineffectively fucking her.”

“Yes, doctor,” Mark said, his fingers a blur as he recorded everything the counsellor said.

Mary gasped loudly, and bit down on her lip, grinding her clitoris desperately against her hand. Her other hand was gripping the toy tightly, her knuckles white from tension.

She was ready.

Her eyes flicked over to her husband briefly before returning to the toy in her hand. Her face was flushed, her pussy glistening, a small trickle of need running down her leg.

Just as it looked like she couldn’t take it any more, Mary moved the eight-inch toy to her entrance and slowly pressed it into her tight, wet hole.

She gasped, a mixture of pain and ecstasy coursing through her.

“Oh god!” she cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily. “It hurts so good! Fuck me, use me, please…”

Dr. Zibilich smiled as he watched her squirm. Her mouth fell open as the toy continued slowly moving inside her, as if it were being pulled by a magnet, pulling itself deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Tell me how this feels,” the doctor said softly.

Mary moaned loudly, then whimpered as she felt the final few inches of the dildo disappear completely inside her.

“Fuck!”

“Use your words, Mary.”

“I love it!” she gasped. “It’s so big! So deep. I can’t believe I’m taking it. I need it. Oh fuck, I’m so full. My pussy is stretched wide around the head of this thing. And…and it hurts…”

“It hurts?” Mike’s voice had a note of concern.

Dr. Zibilich sighed. “You see, Mike, this is why you’ll never be able to satisfy your wife. When she’s this aroused, this needy, pain isn’t something to shy away from. Think of it as…do you eat spicy food? When your wife is like this, pain – up to a certain level – is just spice.”

Mike nodded and made a note in his phone.

With a shudder, Mary pulled the dildo most of the way out, then pushed it back into her sopping hole with one swift motion.

“Fuck,” she said, panting heavily. “It’s the best feeling in the world. I need this. I need it every day.”

Dr. Zibilich shook his head. “You need the real thing,” he reminded her.

“I want the real thing,” Mary said, shaking her head in response. “But this will do for now. This…this is enough. It’s better than nothing.”

“It won’t ever be enough,” Dr. Zibilich said, smiling. “But perhaps…for now…”

He turned to Mike. “Kneel in front of your wife,” he instructed.

“Yes, doctor.”

Mike stood up and walked to the couch, kneeling between his wife’s legs. He leaned forward slightly, entranced by the sight of the huge toy sliding in and out of her pussy, filling her overstuffed cunt to a depth that would have been impossible for him.

Mary was panting loudly, and her face was red. She looked at her husband, kneeling naked in front of her.

“You’re going to help,” Dr. Zibilich said simply. “Mary, tell your husband how to best use the toy on you.”

“Yes, doctor,” Mary panted, looking down at her husband. “Mike, please, make me cum. Make my pussy feel good. Please, fuck me hard. Fill me up with the toy.”

“You might have to be a bit more specific than that,” the doctor said, his amusement clear in his voice. “This is not your husband’s specialty, after all.”

Mary took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. Then she opened her mouth and began speaking rapidly but clearly.

“Wrap your hand around the base,” she instructed. “Don’t let go, even for an instant. Then push it inside me, until – oh!!”

There was a proud look on Mike’s face as he gave his wife – if only by proxy – the pleasure that he’d seen Dr. Zibilich provide with her the week before.

“Now all the way out,” Mary continued. Her breathing was heavy, her instructions precise. “I want you to pull it halfway out, then thrust into me again, holding it there.”

“Like this?” Mike asked, and Mary bit her lip and nodded.

“Good. Now, start fucking me slowly. Don’t rush it. Just move the toy in and out, slowly, taking your time. Build up speed. You’ll feel me clench, like I’m trying to push the toy out – ignore that. My body doesn’t know what it wants.”

Mike did as his wife instructed, and was rewarded with the sight of her hands moving to her cloth-covered breasts, grabbing them firmly as he fucked her with the toy. Behind them, Dr. Zibilich made notes in his notebook.

“Oh god, yes!” Mary gasped as her hips moved faster and faster. Her hands were gripping her tits firmly, her nails digging into the fabric. “Fuck me, baby! Fuck your slutty little wife. I love it when you fuck me so hard…oh, I’m coming…”

Mary’s entire body shook violently, and Mike watched in awe as his wife climaxed harder than he’d ever made her cum before.

“Remember what I told you last week,” Dr. Zibilich advised. “A single orgasm isn’t reason to stop.”

“Of course not, doc,” Mike nodded, continuing to fuck his wife with the doctor’s toy.

Mary’s eyes rolled back as she moaned and writhed, clutching her tits tightly as she rode out a powerful climax. When she was done, her eyes blearily opened to the sight of her naked husband kneeling between her legs, pumping a huge toy in and out of her.

“That’s it,” she said softly. “Keep going. Keep using the dildo.”

Mike smiled, his face flushed.

“It’s so much bigger than you,” Mary gasped, her body twitching at the thought. “Oh, honey, it satisfies me so much more than you ever have.”

“I know, sweetie,” Mike said.

Dr. Zibilich leaned forward, watching his patient intently.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Mary? Your husband’s giving you what you need. What you’ve always needed.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes closed. “It feels amazing. So good. It hurts, but it feels so right. Like nothing else in the world matters except the feeling of having my pussy filled up. Oh, Mike, keep doing that. Use me. Please.”

Mike didn’t slow down, continuing to pump the toy in and out of his wife’s pussy. His cock was throbbing, but he made no move to touch himself, keeping his focus entirely on his wife’s pleasure.

Mary started to pant again, her breathing ragged and deep.

“I can’t take it anymore,” she said quietly. “Please, I want you inside me. I need your dick.”

Mike glanced at the doctor hopefully, but was met with a disapproving shake.

“This is what I was worried about,” Dr. Zibilich sighed. “Your wife is just too much of a submissive to be satisfied by a toy. She needs to be dominated and controlled. This is a stopgap measure, but we’ll have to find something else in the long run.”

“So I shouldn’t…”

“No,” the doctor said firmly. “No, for now you’ll have to stick with the toy.”

“Yes, doctor,” Mike said with a sigh, and continued to pump the toy in his wife’s pussy.

“I need a cock,” she pleaded. “Oh, god, I need to be fucked. I need to be filled up by a real man. Harder, Mike. Please. Harder…”

Mike did as his wife commanded, pumping the artificial cock harder and harder into her. Mary was moaning loudly; one of her hands had reached out to grab his hair, her nails digging deep into his scalp.

“I’m so close,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Fill your slutty little wife up. Use me. Fuck me. Fuck me!!”

Mike thrust the toy into Mary as hard and as fast as he could, making her gasp and moan in ecstasy.

“Oh god!” she cried out. “Fuck me. Don’t stop. Make me cum! I’m coming!! Ohhhhhh, fuuuuckkkk!! YESSSS!!!!”

As Mary came for the second time in as many minutes, her body began shaking violently and shuddering as she screamed out her ecstasy. Her fingers dug into Mike’s head, pulling him closer as he fucked her hard and fast.

Mike licked his lips and stared at the sight of his wife’s body convulsing as she came, her tits jiggling and her face contorted in pleasure.

“FUCK!” Mary gasped. “YES! Fuck meeeeee!! FUCK ME HARDERRRR!!!! OH GOD, I’M COMING AGAIN!!!!! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

Mike kept fucking her with the dildo as she came, her orgasm intense and prolonged.

“That’s it,” the doctor ordered. “Keep going.”

Mike didn’t stop until his wife stopped moving, her body completely limp on the couch. He looked up, panting heavily, and saw Dr. Zibilich frowning.

“That’s no reason to stop,” he snapped, gesturing to the chair in the corner. “Move aside; let me show you how it’s done.”

Mike moved quickly, sitting and watching as the doctor took the dildo and picked up where he’d left off. Mary was still breathing deeply, her eyes closed and mouth open. As Dr. Zibilich began pumping the toy in and out of his patient, the difference in technique immediately became obvious.

Where Mike had been gentle and careful, the doctor’s strokes were powerful and forceful, driving the toy deep inside Mary as hard and fast as he could. The woman moaned softly, her eyes opening slightly at the difference in style, but she gave no other reaction.

Within a few minutes, however, she was once more writhing and moaning, squeezing her breasts tightly as the doctor pounded away at her cunt with the toy.

“Oh my god,” she panted, her voice thick and hoarse from all of the screaming. “It feels so good…so right. You’re so much better than my husband. Oh, fuck meee. Yes, yes, yes.”

“Do you hear that?” the doctor asked, and Mike nodded. “You’ve got a lot to learn. Take notes.”

For the next fifteen minutes, Mike watched the doctor pound his wife mercilessly, never stopping or slowing down. Mary was gasping and moaning continuously now, her hands clutching at the back of the couch as she squirmed with pleasure. She wasn’t pushing back or providing instruction – instead, she just lay there, letting the doctor take control.

She was a true submissive.

“I’m a slut,” Mary gasped. “I’m a dirty little whore. Fuck me like the bitch I am. Use me. Use me!”

The doctor ignored her words, continuing to pump the toy in and out of her pussy relentlessly. After she came down from her sixth orgasm of the session, Mike could see a look of pure adoration wash over her face.

“Oh god,” she whispered. “Oh, I can’t believe this is happening. I love it so much. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you.”

“Did that all make sense, Mike?” Dr. Zibilich asked, and the naked man nodded.

“Yes, doctor,” he said, closing his phone.

“Good. Now, I want you to do that to your wife every night this week. It still isn’t enough to save your marriage – for that, your wife needs to be fucked by a real man – but it’ll do while we work on solving that.”

Mike nodded, and turned to his wife. She was still staring at the doctor worshipfully.

“I won’t let you down, honey,” he said, but he wasn’t even sure if Mary heard him.

Harder

by Pan

Chapter 3

When the couple returned to the doctor’s office, he could immediately sense a difference in their demeanor. Mike was trailing a few steps behind his wife, his head hung in shame. Mary, meanwhile, appeared more confident than in any of her previous visits.

“So,” Dr. Zibilich said, sitting in his chair opposite the couch. “Tell me how the last week has been.”

“G-good,” Mike said. “I think.”

The doctor raised one eyebrow. “Mike,” he said scornfully. “You’ve seen what your wife looks like when she’s satisfied. Even though you have somehow managed to avoid experiencing this in the first twenty years of your marriage, by now you should recognize the signs.”

Mike’s shoulders slumped. “She’s not satisfied,” he admitted. “Not really.”

Dr. Ziblich turned to the woman sitting confidently beside him.

“Mary?”

“It’s been better,” she said generously. “Better than ever before.”

The doctor nodded, his bushy beard swaying slightly at the motion.

“That sounds positive. Better how?”

“Mike has been getting me off,” Mary said. “Truly getting me off; not like the orgasms I was having before.”

She hesitated, and the dark man leaned forward.

“Tell me what’s happening, Mary. The process only works if you’re honest.”

“He makes me cum once or twice,” she said reluctantly. “And they’re good! They’re real good, honey, I promise.”

Mike gave her a weak smile, and Dr. Zibilich made a note.

“But it’s only one or two. And only ever with the toy. We tried having Mike fuck me again…”

The doctor’s eyebrows shot up. “Why did you return to that?” he admonished. “You know it isn’t going to satisfy you. You can only be satisfied by a real man, not someone like Mike.”

“I know,” Mary admitted. “But it would be so great if he could satisfy me. We thought it was worth a try…”

“I suppose,” Zibilich replied with a shrug. “There is no harm to it, in theory. If you’re going to be dissatisfied anyway, you might as well be dissatisfied with your husband inside you.”

“I did my best,” Mike said, and the doctor nodded.

“I am certain you did, Mike. I’m sure you did the best you could. But now, you will both admit, more extreme measures are needed. It has been made perfectly clear that Mike will never satisfy you – not with his penis, not with toys. And while you can find some satisfaction with self-pleasure, it’s not the same.”

“So what do we do?”

“A marriage is a union,” Dr. Zibilich told the concerned-looking man. “A partnership. But in business, even the strongest partnership needs to outsource certain duties. In order for two people to effectively build a life together, you must sometimes bring in other parties to cover the weaknesses.”

“Other parties?”

“Yes, my dear,” the doctor replied warmly. “It’s a simple case of ensuring that needs are met. Supply and demand, if you will.”

There was a brief pause, as the doctor looked back and forth between the couple.

“I am, of course, assuming that you want to stay together.”

“Of course!” Mike said. The two men turned to Mary, who was biting her lip. “Mary?”

“Oh, honey…”

“It is important to be honest,” Dr. Zibilich interjected. “If you are going to be happier apart from this man, the most valuable thing you could do right now is realize and communicate that.”

There was another long pause as Mary looked back and forth between the dark-haired man and her husband, but finally she nodded.

“I do,” she said softly. “If we can solve this problem, I want to stay with Mike. He’s my family. We’ve built a life together, and I’ll do whatever it takes to continue…to continue our partnership.”

“Excellent!” Dr. Ziblich said, clapping his hands together loudly. “Then, as I was saying: the real problem is that Mary needs to be fucked every day, hard. And Mike is completely incapable of this.”

Mike shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but the doctor continued unabated.

“So we must outsource. Now, I want the two of you to consider – are there any real men in your life?”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked defensively.

“Well, perhaps this is not a question for you.”

Turning to Mary, the doctor reached for her hands. Looking deep into her eyes, he asked the question again.

“Do you know any real men, my dear? Men who would be able to come over and fuck you every day. Men who could use you for sex, the way you need to be used.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t know–”

Dr. Zibilich held up one hand, and Mike fell silent.

“I can think of a few,” Mary said, after a few moments of thought.

The doctor smiled.

“Excellent,” he said. “Mike – take notes.”

“Well,” Mary said slowly. “To begin with, there’s my ex.”

“Hans?” Mike exclaimed, wrinkling up his nose.

“Oh, I was actually thinking of Lucas…but yes, perhaps Hans as well.”

“These ex’s of yours – did they take you like real men?”

“Mm-hmm,” Mary nodded, her nose turning red.

“Mary, please. This is not something to be embarrassed of. If anyone should be embarrassed here, it is Mike – he is the one who is not a real man, who cannot fuck you like you need to be fucked. And he is not ashamed – are you?”

“N-no,” Mike mumbled in response.

“Excellent. Then you have no reason to be shy. To save your marriage, you need to find men who can make you feel like a woman. If you let shame or embarrassment get in the way, that will only slow down the process. So tell me: before you were with Mike, these two former partners – did they fuck you properly?”

“Yes,” Mary responded, her head held high. “Yes, they did. I’ve fantasized about it for years.”

“Then this is perfect!” the doctor exclaimed, loudly clapping his hands together once more. “This is what we are looking for. You should think – who else have you had these fantasies about? Who else in your life have you thought could make you feel more like a woman than your husband does?”

“Mike’s brother,” Mary said, a smile curling her lips. “He’s in the navy.”

“Perfect,” Dr. Zibilich said, his eyebrows waggling with delight. “Mike, please write that down.”

“Yes, doctor,” Mike said. Neither of them caught the bitterness in his voice.

“Perhaps his father, as well?”

“Oh, yes,” Mary gasped. “I wouldn’t have thought of him, but yes – he’s a real man’s man, you know? He goes hunting on the weekend…”

“You said he was a sexist pig,” Mike interjected, but his wife and their doctor ignored him.

“That’s exactly what we need to find. Proper men. Men who put your husband to shame. Can you think of any others? The longer the list, the better the chances of this succeeding.”

“Our neighbor,” Mary said wistfully. “His wife always has the look of a woman who’s been properly fucked.”

“Excellent, excellent. Can you think of any others?”

“Well…”

Mary went pink, and the doctor shook his head.

“Please, Mary. You must get rid of this ridiculous shame.”

“Well,” she replied with a sideways grin. “There’s always you, of course.”

“You flatter me,” the doctor laughed in response. “But unfortunately, my schedule is far too full for me to be able to take care of your needs daily.”

“Are you sure?” Mike said. “I mean, we already know you can do it. Some of the people on this list are…–”

“I’m sure there are many great contenders,” the dark man interrupted. “In my professional experience, real men are more common than you’d expect. It is people like you – failures of masculinity – who are the exception.”

Mike’s cheeks reddened, and he nodded in response.

“But perhaps I can occasionally offer a house visit,” the doctor said thoughtfully. “After all, your wife is an exceptionally attractive woman.”

“T-thanks,” Mike said, choking out a response. “We appreciate it.”

After a few more minutes of brainstorming, Mary finally shook her head. “I really can’t think of anyone else,” she said, and the doctor turned to Mike.

“Now,” he said, “it is your turn to contribute.”

“Doc?”

“Now that you know what kind of men your wife truly desires. Can you think of anyone in your circles who might fit the bill?”

“Oh, I think we have plenty of…–”

In response to the dark man’s stare, Mike fell silent.

“Sometimes I do not think you want to save your marriage,” the doctor tutted. “I have tried to be utterly clear about the value of a longer list, and yet still you do not contribute. Do you not love your wife?”

“O-of course I do, doctor.”

“Then think! Think, sir! Who could do a better job than you of fucking her?”

Mike fell silent for a few moments, before tentatively offering a suggestion. “What do you think of my boss, honey?”

“Oh, yes! That’s a great suggestion, honey.”

“Good, Mike. Anyone else?”

“I don’t…”

“It might be helpful to try to think of men who you are jealous of. Those who make you feel less masculine just by being in their presence. That’s the kind of man we want fucking your wife; real men.”

“Oh. Well, I suppose our auto mechanic…”

Mary’s nose wrinkled. “Pablo? He’s…”

Holding up one hand, the doctor cut her off. “You cannot judge these prospects simply by physical appearance. Look at your husband – he is fit and handsome, but he fucks you like a little baby. Real men come in all shapes and sizes.”

Mary’s eyes flicked over the doctor’s body – visibly smaller than her husband’s muscled form – and nodded.

“I suppose,” Mary said reluctantly. “I’m willing to try it. For our marriage.”

“That is the spirit,” Dr. Zibilich nodded approvingly. “Anyone else, Mike? Anyone who you have ever felt threatened by?”

“Our tango instructor,” the husband mumbled in response, and Mary’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, yes. He would be good. And…”

She hesitated, but at the dark-haired man’s encouraging nod, finished the thought. “Well…if youth isn’t a problem, we should try some of Aaron’s friends.”

“Aaron is our son,” Mike supplied, and the doctor nodded.

“Youth can often provide the exact energy that is needed. This is a most excellent list – Mike, did you write it down in full?”

“Yes, doc.”

“Send it to me, and I shall make some calls. We shall schedule our next appointment for two weeks from now, when you have had a chance to test some of these superior men out.”

“Thanks, doctor.”

“Of course, my sweet. Now, tell me – how are you feeling about this?”

“Excited,” the middle-aged woman beamed. “It will be good to be properly fucked again.”

“And you, Mike?”

“Also excited,” Mike said with a watery smile. “I mean…whatever it takes to save our marriage, right?”

“That is a very healthy attitude,” Dr. Zibilich said with a nod. He leaned forward conspiratorially – “I do not say this to all my patients, but it is my thought that you two have what it takes. You have all the potential for a healthy, strong marriage. I am very optimistic.”

Mary blushed, and Mike’s face became a goofy smile.

“Thanks, Doc,” he said, and the dark-haired man clapped his hands together loudly.

“Now, leave me! I have many calls to make.”

Mary’s face fell.

“Um…”

“What is wrong?” the doctor asked, his brow furrowing at her unhappy expression.

“I had just thought that…you could…”

The small man’s head tilted to the side for a moment before his eyes lit up brightly. “Ah! You thought that I would perhaps fuck you again.”

“Well…”

He shook his head. “That was to demonstrate techniques to your husband. That was when we thought he might be able to fulfill you. Before we realized he would never be enough of a man to truly keep you satisfied.”

“Yes, but…”

Again, Dr. Zibilich tilted his head to the side.

“But what, Mary?”

The woman’s face was beet-red as she spoke. “But…it’s been a week, doctor. It’s been a week since I properly came. Since I felt like a woman.”

“Ah.”

The doctor turned to Mike, his dark gaze capturing the taller man’s full attention. “How do you feel about this?”

“Uh…”

“If I am to be honest, it is outside of my typical practice to pleasure your wife solely for her enjoyment. I am here to diagnose and assist, not to be the provider of husbandly duties.”

Mike nodded, as the cogs in Dr. Zibilich’s head continued whirring.

“But…your wife is in pain, in a manner of speaking. And what sort of a doctor would I be if I did not assist with such things? And since you are clearly incapable of giving Mary what she needs…”

The handsome man nodded again, his own blush starting to appear. The doctor seemed to make up his mind.

“Very well,” he said firmly. “If this is what your wife needs, I shall help. But it is my job to help with the marriage, not encourage a rift. So, to ensure that no harm is done by my actions…Mike, I need you to ask me.”

The tall man blinked twice.

“I beg your pardon, doctor?”

“It is clear from your wife’s words what she wants…however if this will breed resentment of any kind, it would be an entirely counterproductive pursuit.”

Mike nodded, clearly still not following, and Dr. Zibilich sighed.

“I need you to vocally affirm that you would like me to please your wife. That you require me to take actions you are not capable of, to ensure your wife’s happiness.”

His eyebrows shot up, but after a few seconds of staring into Dr. Zibilich’s dark eyes, Mike nodded.

“Vocally,” the doctor gently prompted.

“I’d…I’d like you to help,” Mike mumbled. In response, his doctor rolled his eyes.

“Do we speak to a small ant hiding in your collar? Please, Mike, in the interest of clear communication, be loud and specific.”

“I’d like you to…to pleasure my wife,” Mike said, standing up straight. Behind him, Mary was practically glowing with anticipation.

The doctor nodded, smiling. “And why would you want this?”

“Because…”

Again, Mike trailed off, but Dr. Zibilich was patient with his patient, and waited for him to find his words.

“Because I can’t…I can’t give Mary what she needs.”

“And what does she need?” he prompted one more.

“To be fucked,” Mike said flatly. “My wife…Mary needs to be fucked. By a real man.”

“Good,” the dark-haired man said, clapping his hands together. “Now, kindly assemble all of that together?”

“I need you to fuck my wife,” Mike said, his voice firm. “I need you to give her what I can’t. She needs to be fucked by a real man, and I…I don’t fit the bill.”

“Very good,” the doctor said warmly, and began to undress.

It wasn’t long before Mary was on her back on the couch, just like their first session, while Dr. Zibilich relentlessly pounded into her. Mike just sat in the corner and watched as their doctor brought her to orgasm after screaming orgasm, continuing well past the point where he would’ve felt compelled to stop.

“You’re so fucking big,” Mary shrieked, loudly enough that Mike wondered if the whole town could hear her. “Oh god, oh fuck, you’re so much bigger than my husband! Fuck me! Fuck me, doctor, take me with your big cock! I’m yours! I’m your slut! Fuck me whenever you want…oh, fuuuuuuuck!”

Dr. Zibilich fucked Mary until her eyes rolled back in her head, until she begged him for his seed again and again, until she looked like she was about to pass out…only then did he grunt. With one powerful thrust, he filled the housewife with his seed, and she joined him in a long, loud final orgasm of her own.

After cleaning himself up, Dr. Zibilich pulled a chair next to Mike’s.

“Congratulations,” he told his patient cheerfully.

“What for?” Mike asked, his mouth dry. He hadn’t even taken notes that time, just watched as the small, dark man had brought his wife to more orgasms than he had in the past year of marriage.

“Today, you have made a decision that will pay off for the rest of your life,” the doctor said, clapping his hand on Mike’s shoulder. He was still naked, his large cock covered with a mixture of Mary’s juices and his own semen. “Today, you have made the decision to give your wife what she needs – what she really needs.”

Mike just nodded, trying desperately to look anywhere that wasn’t the other man’s slowly-softening cock.

“I promise you,” he continued, “it will be worth it. Today, you saved your marriage. Congratulations, Mike. You have done a wise thing.”

Mary stirred on the couch, still wearing the yellow sundress that she’d entered in. Mike couldn’t help but notice the spreading of a wet stain as the doctor’s semen dribbled out of her. He turned back to the naked man sitting beside him.

“Some men might be confused why you are asking them to do what you cannot do,” the doctor said, staring into Mike’s eyes. “They might be wondering why you do not simply fuck your wife yourself. So to avoid confusion, you should do as you have done today. Ask them, beg them if you need to, to fuck your wife. Beg them to give Mary what you cannot deliver.”

Again, Mike nodded, his head spinning at the intensity of the doctor’s gaze.

“Make yourself sparse,” he advised. “I am doing this in a professional context, so an audience doesn’t bother me, but some men would prefer to take your wife in private. Leave them be, but make sure you are on-hand in case they need anything. Fluids, snacks…”

“Clean up,” Mary offered from the couch, and Dr. Zibilich nodded.

“Excellent suggestion, my dear,” he said. “Have hot towels ready in case they need a clean-up. Your job is to be there for anything they need. Do you understand?”

“Yes, doctor,” Mike said, sounding more than a little stunned.

“Good,” Dr. Zibilich nodded. “Now, leave me be. I have some calls to make…”