38 comments/ 39253 views/ 11 favorites Dr Wooden, Sex Therapist Ch. 01 By: Modestly This is part one of a story that I eventually want to turn into a whole series. The story fits into the cuckold genre. It involves a woman cheating on her husband without retribution and the idea that women prefer well-endowed men. If this offends you, please stop reading. Otherwise, please enjoy. ------- "Maybe we should see a therapist," my wife said as we laid in bed sounding bored. I was covered in sweat and panting heavily from love-making. "Really?" I said. "Yes." "You still weren't able to... you know." "No." God, we'd been having trouble with this for the past several months but I'd tried so hard. Before we were married, we'd had sex constantly. I could hardly wait to get home from work so that I could tear her clothes off and reveal her long legs and firm ass. A lot of times we didn't even make it up to the bedroom, I just would pull her skirt up and bend her over the couch. I barely had my dick in her and she'd be moaning in ecstasy. Since we'd been married though, she'd been having trouble orgasming. I told Samantha to book an appointment with a therapist. She made an appointment with a guy named Dr. Wooden. The therapist greeted my wife and I as we sat across a desk from him. He was in better shape and younger then I expected. He was in his mid-thirties and I'd go as far as to call him handsome. "So your wife listed lack of sexual satisfaction as one of the main reasons for seeking therapy. Is the dissatisfaction yours or hers?" Wow, he didn't beat around the bush. I guess for $100/hour he shouldn't. "That would be mine," my wife butted in. The therapist nodded. "Have you always had these problems?" "Yes. Well, as long as we've been dating." Dr. Wooden started to ask another question when I butted in. "Whoah, whoah, whoah" I had their complete attention. "You've had this problem as long as we've been dating?" "Well...Yes." "Why didn't you say anything?" She looked down, slightly embarrassed. "It sounds like there's a real lack of communication here," said the therapist followed by nervous silence. "something that could really help is if we met for private sessions." "Uh, I don't know about that..." "If it will help our relationship, i don't see why we wouldn't," said my wife. "Well, it's just that... well... mmm...." "If the money is an issue, I think we can work out some type of lowered rate for the private sessions." "That might be a good idea," I said. My wife rolled her eyes. I didn't care. These sessions were costing me a fortune. "Now, in our private sessions I want to have much more frank discussion about your sexual needs and desires, talk about things that you wouldn't feel comfortable talking about in front of your partner. We should also discuss ways of bringing up these things in front of your partner." "That sounds great," said Samantha. She had a strange look on her face. "Now, some of my male patients prefer to deal with a female therapist during their private sessions. They have trouble discussing topics of a very sexual nature with a male doctor. For that reason, I have an associate, Dr. Laslo who will be meeting you." I almost laughed when I saw my wife choke on her smile. My first session with Dr. Laslo was later that week. I wasnt sure if I was more worried that she would be attractive or unattractive. I also didn't know why it mattered. Maybe just something to make the wife jealous? Whatever my concern was, she turned out very sexy. She was in her mid-30's with brown hair, dressed very conservatively. You could tell she was hiding a sexy body undeneath the glasses and business jacket. After we had greeted she skipped the pleasantries and got right into the action, asking me how long we'd been unsatisfied sexually. "I'm honestly not sure." "So would you say the dissatisfaction is mostly on your wife's end?" "Uh... I suppose." "Are you open to experimenting with her?" "She never asks me to!" "Would you be though?" "Yes... I mean as long as we're not talking anything crazy" I said. "Good, good. Have you had trouble with exes?" "No, not that I know of." "Do you participate in cunnilingus?" I almost did a literal double take with that question. "Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable..." she started. "No, no... this is the kind of thing I need. I don't head south regularly but the last time we had sex I actually spent quite a bit of time." "Well, time isn't everything. Technique is also a factor. Do you focus on the clitoris?" "Yes." "Studies show that most women enjoy receiving oral sex however some need intercourse in order to orgasm. What about penis size? Are you adequate in that regard?" After the oral comment I didn't think she'd be able to shock me again. "mmm... uh, yes." She seemed to take note of my reaction. "You seem flustered. Is this a hot button?" "No, I mean... Well... No. I mean I'm not a porn star or anything like that..." "Well, male porn stars aren't good comparisons but I'm wondering if you've ever measured yourself and compared with national averages?" "Uh, no, I haven't done that." "Would you be willing to let me take a look?" I was at a loss for words. "There's no reason to be worried. Even if you are below average, penis size is just one of many factors..." "I'm not small." She paused, "Right, of course. Just keep in mind that I'm a doctor and I'm going to look at this from a completely scientific approach." I thought about it for a moment and then I said, "ok." "I can measure your flacid size now." She put on a pair of latex gloves as she talked. "But we need an erect size to complete our data." "mmm... alright." I stand up. She picks up a clipboard and measuring tape from inside her desk, coming around the desk. seeing that I'm nervous, she smiles to put me at ease. That is the first time I notice her betraying any emotion on her face. I fumble with my belt, then unzip my pants. I pull them down in one motion, like ripping off a band-aid. I searched her face to see how I fared. Did she think it was big? Average? Small? How could I tell? She was like a robot. I sucked in my gut. I could feel the warmth of her fingers through the latex gloves as she put the measuring tape up to my cock. I began to worry that I'd offend her if I got hard. She wrote a few things on her clipboard. "OK, I have the flaccid measurements." She reached into her desk. "Here's some pornography if you need it." she turned to leave. "Uh, where are you going?" "I'll be outside while you give yourself an erection." "Oh... Oh yeah... RIght, of course." I had assumed that she was going to try to give me the erection. I thought about my wife and started stroking. It was no good. I looked through the magazine. That also didn't work. I thought about how good the doctors fingers felt on my cock though and it stood right to attention. I somehow felt guilty about this thought though, knowing that I shouldn't be turned on by my doctor. I went to the door and let her know that I was ready. She came back in and again, there was no reaction on her face. She spent several minutes measuring my cock, both length and girth. She wrote on her clipboard each time. When she was done she went back to her desk and sat down. "If you don't mind waiting a few moments, I can analyze the data... and you can put that away." "Oh, of course," I said embarrassed. I fumbled with my pants. She looked through a statistical book and wrote on her clipboard like she was doing advanced trigonometry. I didn't understand how penis could be so complicated. "Are you ready for your results?" I nodded. "lengthwise, you are below average in size. As far as girth, you are considered extremely below average in size." she said it completely monotone. Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. That can't be right can it? Every girl I'd been with had told me I was average. "I... I... but..." I stammered. "This is what an average penis looks like." She turned the book she was using for comparison around. There was a picture of a nude man with what I considered a large cock. "Don't panic. There are other ways of satisfying a woman without a large penis. Cunnilingus is one of the best known methods but there are others. Have you ever used sex toys with your wife? If she's unhappy with your size then perhaps getting..." "What do you mean unhappy with my size?" "Well, I haven't discussed it with her, I'm just making assumptions based on the evidence..." "Assumptions? You don't know what you're talking about." She seemed caught off guard. "I'm sorry if this bothers you but facts are facts. Penises that are small in girth often have trouble stimulating the clitoris while penises that are small in length have trouble hitting the G-Spot. You're lacking in both areas. There's also the issue of visual stimuli. If this is the problem, you could consider an open relationship. Perhaps if she had another lover with a large penis she could get the satisfaction she desires." She reaches into her desk and pulls something out of it. "Have you ever used one of these?" she asks. In her hand is a small metal object. It looks like a very small cage and it has a lock on it. I'm very confused and not sure what she was showing me. "What is it?" I ask. She breaks her icy demeanor for the second time in this session with a smile. "You really don't know what this is used for?" I nodded my head no and my therapist stopped smiling. "A woman who desires to seek sexual gratification outside of her marriage will sometimes allow her husband to watch so that he too can get some enjoyment out of it. This is a tool to keep the man from participating." I turn my head a little, still confused. "How does it work?" "Well," she said, taking the device apart. "You place this around the diameter of the penis..." "Oh, god!" I said realizing what she had in mind. "You want me to wear that?" "I don't want you to do anything. Remember I'm here to help." "You've got to be joking" I said. "OK, I can tell that I'm making you uncomfortable. We don't have to put this on today. Let's try a different approach..." The rest of the appointment was extremely awkward and I got out of there as quickly as I could. I was so mad. That night at home was very tense around Samantha. The next week we went to meet for our joint session. "So, I talked with my associate and she said that you were a little reluctant to follow her advice" said Dr. Wooden. I sat there unblinking. "Nobody's here to judge you. We all want to help you have the best relationship you can" he said. "Anyways, I discussed a potential solution with Samantha at our private session. Dr. Laslo and I agree that a possible solution could be having an open relationship. I looked over at Samantha and noticed just the smallest hint of a smile on her lips. I didn't say a word. "Now, in order for this to work, I think we should set up a few ground rules. I don't think it's a good idea to discuss other relationships around each other... and it's not a good idea to bring potential lovers into the home. Are there any other rules that you think are necessary..." His words faded away. I heard what he was saying but my brain wasn't registering it. I was in a daze the rest of the session. The car ride home was silent. "You know, you could at least act like you wanted to do something to help our relationship." Samantha said, finally breaking the silence. "I suppose you're excited about the idea of an open relationship." "Look, I'm willing to try anything." I was quiet for a few minutes. "You know, Samantha. Have you considered that maybe you won't be the first one to take part in our open marriage?" I had a sly smile on my face. I knew she hadn't thought of that! "Actually, I've already got a date." I slammed on the brakes. Samantha flew forward in her seat as the seat belt tightened on her. The guy behind me honked his horn. "What are you doing?" cried Samantha. "YOU ALREADY HAVE A DATE? How do you already have a date? We just agreed to this." "Uh, I... I'm sorry." People outside our car were starting to look at us. Cars behind us were really honking now. Samantha looked embarrassed. "Please, people are staring." "I'll move as soon as you explain it to me." "Look, our therapist mentioned that he was going to bring it up at our session today so I went ahead and got a date. I figured it was no big deal. It was going to happen anyways." I stared at her a few seconds longer then began driving again. "No big deal..." I muttered. I walked into the office building and sat down, prepared for my second meeting with Dr. Laslo. She was doing some paperwork and didn't look up at first. She glanced up, saw me, and smiled. "You know, I don't think we got off to a good start the other day." "You could say that." I knew I was being difficult but I didn't care. I was mad. "I know from speaking with Dr. Wooden that he's discussed the idea of an open marriage with you. I thought today we might discuss your feelings on this." "What do you want to know?" "Well, Dr. Wooden said you didn't seem too thrilled about it. Do you think we could start by discussing why?" "Why am I not thrilled about it? Are you joking?" She looked surprised and started to defend herself but I cut her off. "I'm not thrilled about the idea of my wife fucking another guy because it's my wife fucking another guy! Do I need more reason to not be thrilled about it?" There was silence for a few seconds. "I see. Maybe try to tell me how it would make you feel to know that your wife is having sex with another man. Would you feel maybe... inadequate? "Of course, I would feel inadequate!" "Would it be because another man was having sex with your wife or would it be because your wife needed to seek satisfaction outside your marriage?" I was silent. "What I'm saying is that I don't think the issue is that she's might be enjoying having sex with another man. The real issue is that she wasn't enjoying having sex with you." Wow, talk about blunt. I paused for a moment and let her words sink in. "It seems to me that whether you have an open marriage or not, nothing about that situation will change." I sat there in stunned silence, realizing that she was completely right. That saturday night, I paced back and forth around our home. I couldn't focus on anything. I picked up a book and tried to read it but I'd set it back down two seconds later. I heard the sound of Samantha showering and all I could think was "she's showering for her date." I heard Samantha blow drying her hair upstairs and all I could think was "she's doing her hair for her date". I went into our bedroom with the excuse of looking for a book but I was actually spying on her. She was trying on sexy underwear in the mirror. She was turned around admiring the thong panties and a garter belt she was wearing. What should I do? Was I really going to let her be with another man? Maybe I could find a date also. I went back downstairs and sat in front of my computer. I typed the word escort into google and a list of matches came up. I had no idea how to tell which ones were legit and which ones were just going to get me a bunch of junk e-mail... or worse. What if I e-mailed a cop? Samantha came down stairs wearing low-necked red dress. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "So, tonight's your big date?" "Yes." "Do you want to tell me who it is?" She smiled "I thought we weren't supposed to talk about it." She bent down to where I was sitting on the couch and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Don't wait up" she called as she left. I watched her walking away out the window. SHe was dressed in an all black skirt with a slit down the back. God was she sexy. The thought "she's with another man" began running through my head. I sat back down on our couch, trying to read a magazine and I kept read the same sentence over ad over again. I pictured someone younger then me, better looking too. He grabbed my wife by her hips and lowered her to her knees where he pulled out a massive cock. I was getting so mad. I was biting my lip now. I put down the magazine and noticed for the first time that I was completely hard. "Why had that happened I wondered?" It was probably just a by-product of thinking about the sex. Even though getting turned on wasn't my goal, it was just something that happened. I began thinking about my wife out with some guy I didn't know the same as before. The only difference is that this time I'm in the room with them. I begin stroking my cock. My wife is now completely undressed and getting fucked by this other man. His cock is nearly double my size. I'm stroking my cock really hard both in real life and in the fantasy. In my dream, my wife looks up at me from the bed and says "you could never fuck me like this" and I cum almost instantly. I decided that it was best to not even think about why this fantasy had turned me on. I grabbed a liquor bottle from the cabinet in the kitchen and mixed some scotch with ice. Not being a big drinker I didn't care for the taste but I did know that it helped me sleep. I downed the glass as quickly as I could and went to bed, falling asleep almost instantly. I woke up late the next morning and my wife was laying in bed next to me. I had a slight headache from the booze. Samantha was laying next to me. She was wearing nothing but the same red thong and garter belt she'd been putting on the night before. I was about to go back to bed when I noticed something on her ass. "Is that what I think it is?" I whispered to myself. I put on my glasses and looked close. Sure enough. THere was a bright red mark on her ass. It was in the shape of a hand. Dr Wooden, Sex Therapist Ch. 02 Warning: This story is about cuckholding. It features a woman cheating on her husband, without reprise, for the expressed intent of her own sexual gratification. It also presents the idea that women like well-endowed men and prefer having sex with these type of men. If any of these ideas offend you... DO NOT CONTINUE READING! Don't comment on this story unless you've read the above warning. I'm warning you now so that you won't be offended! ------ "So, I understand that one of you has taken advantage of the open marriage" said Dr. Wooden at our next session. "That's right," said Samantha with a sly smile on her face. The thoughts going through my head at that moment legitimately scared me. I really wanted to wipe that smile off her face. "Christ" I thought. "She's really done a number on me." "Have you participated?" asked Dr Wooden, motioning towards me. "Not yet" I'm so angry that I can barely get the words out. "I see" said Dr. Wooden thinking about the situation. "What was it like being in the house, knowing that your wife was with another lover?" I didn't know what to say. If I was being purely honest I had to admit that there was a small part of me that was turned on but the overwhelming emotion was anger. "I-I-I... I was angry." I couldn't believe it took me that long to think of what to say and that was the best I could do. "May I ask why you didn't participate in the challenge?" asked the doctor. "Well, it's only been a few days and..." "So you weren't able to find a date?" "Well, no, of course..." "Do you think that's a more direct source of your frustration?" I looked over at Samantha who was biting her lip to stop from smiling. I had to stop this. It was killing me. The rest of the session went on like this. I was starting to dislike our doctor. I felt like he asked me questions just because he knew the answers would humiliate me. He also baited Samantha into putting me down. He continued asking question after question about my sexual inadequacies, even after she had made her point. Samantha wasn't pulling any punches either. Not only did she not seem reluctant to go into detail, she seemed to be enjoying it. He finally got to the point where he brought up her new lover. "So, was your new experience enjoyable?" "Very much so" said Samantha. "Now, you mentioned before that you had not been unable to achieve orgasm for a while. Were you able to break the dry spell?" "Oh god yes" she said with a blush and a chuckle. Unless my eyes deceived me I'm pretty sure I saw Doctor Wooden biting his lip, trying to keep from smiling. "It was like I opened the floodgates." "Can you describe the sex itself?" "Well, we got right into it. He didn't waste too much time. We drank a little bit of wine but he was undressing me and bending me over, pretty quickly." "Was the sex rough or gentle." "Really rough" she said running her tongue along her lower lip. She had begun breathing heavier like she was reliving every moment again in her head. "You told me that you liked gentle love-making" I said. She thought. "Yeah, I do but somehow sex with him was different. I wanted him to take me hard." "So what was the difference between your new lover and your husband? "God, everything... He was in better shape. I could feel his six pack rubbing up against my stomach. He was able to last longer which obviously was nice. And I haven't even mentioned his cock yet..." "Now, you mentioned that when having sex with your husband, penis size became an issue, did you have that problem with your new lover? Her eyes got wide. "Nooooo..." Dr. Wooden wasn't even trying to hide his smirk now. After our session, I felt like a piece of crap. Sam offered to make dinner but I didn't feel like eating. I walked up to our bedroom and crashed on the bed. I really didn't understand what was going on in my head. While Sam was talking about her infidelity, I was very angry and disgusted, but I didn't try to stop her. I wanted to know more. I thought about what she had said during our session. I picture her with a young, well-built man, very self assured. Sam pulls down his pants revealing a huge cock as her eyes widen. I focus on the look on her face, in my imagination it's a combination of surprised, pleased, and maybe a little intimidated. I begin stroking my cock. Why is this turning me on? I've always been quick but I was so turned on that I orgasmed almost immediately. I leaned back in bed to relax, noticing Sam peeking in from the door. "Christ," I think "Did she see me?" She opens the door, walks in and sits on the bed next to me. "You know... I have another date on saturday. "Don't remind me." "You know, this doesn't have to be fun for just me." She paused. "I could tell you about it afterwards." I ignored her and turned away, pretending like I didn't know what she was talking about. That saturday, I was in the garage lifting weights as Samantha got ready for her date. I had a set of barbells in the basement that I had gotten out and dusted off a few days earlier. I looked down at the flab under my arm. How did I let myself get this unappealing? I set the barbells down when I heard the front door close. I saw Samantha walking away from the house towards her car parked in the driveway. . I stood by the window and watched her get into the car. I watched her back out of the driveway and took note of what direction she was going in. Then I ran for my car. I followed her across town. She was taking me through the nice, upscale neighborhoods. I don't know why I expected that her new lover had less money than me but she was driving past the country club. She entered a gated community. Damn, how was I going to follow her now? I looked around for the tenant's mail boxes. It was on the wall connected to the gate. I drove up and looked at the names on them. There were half a dozen names on the mailboxes but one name stood out. My suspicions were confirmed... One of the mailboxes had the name Wooden on on it. I peeled out onto the highway. Samantha had her next private appointment on wednesday. My private appointment wasn't until thursday but I drove to the therapist's office anyways. I brought my binoculars with me. Dr Wooden had left his blinds up because his office was on the third floor and couldn't be seen from the ground. I parked on the fourth floor of a parking garage that was down the street and had a perfect view with my binoculars. I saw Samantha walk through the door. She went in to hug Dr. Wooden. That was a little strange but not necessarily unprofessional. Dr. Wooden closed the door then turned around to share an embrace. He kissed her passionately God, to think, this is what they'd been doing and I had been paying him like a sucker. Dr. Wooden leaned against his desk. Samantha continued kissing him. Dr. Wooden unbuttoned Samantha's blouse while she gazed at him longingly. She was wearing a lacy, black bra. Samantha began unbuttoning Dr. Wooden's shirt. I could see, even from this distance, that he was in really good shape. He wasn't a body builder or anything but he had definition. I saw the door open and Dr. Laslo walk in. I smiled. Now, they were in for some trouble. All she had to do was report them to some type of psychiatric organization and Dr. Wooden would lose his license. Dr. Laslo didn't look surprised however. She walked over to where Dr. Wooden was standing. She reached behind her head and undid the hair that had been up in a bun. She shook her head and long flowing hair fell below her shoulders. She put her hand on Dr. Wooden's bare chest and kissed him. I was enraged. What the hell was going on here? Was this some kind of scam these two pull to take money off guys like me while fucking their wives? I ran down the steps of the garage and into the building that Dr. Wooden's office was in. Dr. Wooden's receptionist looked surprised and got up to stop me but then thought better of it. I slammed open the door of his office and burst in. Inside, Dr. Laslo was rubbing Dr. Wooden's chest while Samantha was unbuckling his pants. Samantha and Dr Laslo had both continued undressing in the time it took me to run over. Samantha was now wearing a skirt and bra while Dr Laslo had on a bra, panties, and garter belt. They all looked surprised and a little worried except for Dr. Wooden. He had a shit eating grin on his face. "Honey..." said Samantha. "Don't Honey me. What the fuck is going on here?" I said, trying not to raise my voice. "Uh, this, isn't what it looks like." "This is exactly what it looks like" said Dr Wooden. "Please close the door and have a seat." I was so angry I wasn't about to do anything he told me to do. I was a little surprised that he wasn't even trying to lie to me. "Please, let's be adult about this" said Dr Wooden. "Give me the opportunity to sit down and discuss this. If you want to kill me after that, you're more then welcome." I did as he said but I slammed the door way instead of closing it to prove that I was still angry. "I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but you're wife came over to my house saturday night." "I figured it out." "Of course you did. Did you also figure out that I was able to gave her the first orgasm she's had in months." "More than one" she said. I instantly became even angrier then I already was. If this was how he was going to convince me not to kill him, it was the wrong way to go about it. "Tell me, do you love your wife?" asked Dr. Wooden "Of course." "Then why would you want to deny her that kind of enjoyment." I felt my face flush red with anger but tried to suppress it. "What did you do differently?" "Dr. Laslo, can you read us our records?" Dr. Wooden was leaning against the desk without a trace self-conciousness despite being nearly nude. She picked up her clipboard. "The patient has a penis that is 4 and 3/8 of an inch long when fully erect. The doctor has a penis that is 8 and 1/4 inches long." She set the clipboard down. "double in size." I sat in stunned silence. She had never said that she would keep this information confidential. I guess I had just assumed. Dr. Wooden unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. He had a massive, fully erect cock. "Let's compare" he said. "What? No!" Dr. Laslo sighed and looked disappointed. "I think that this could be very therapeutic for you. The first step toward progress is admitting and recognizing your inadequacies." "Please," said Samantha "Do it for me." Christ, were they really going to guilt trip me into this? I stood up and unzipped my pants. I pulled out my cock and realized that I was hard. I wondered what had caused that. Dr. Wooden walked over and put his cock next to mine so they were nearly touching. Dr. Laslo and Samantha gathered around to look and rub his cock as we talked. When I put my cock next to his, my cock past the end of the head of his, but not much farther. "A slight difference," said Samantha with a smirk. Dr. Laslo giggled at that as well. "Listen, I won't take your wife away from you and if you ask me to stop seeing her I will. But I will give you my professional advice: if you interfere with your wife finding other lovers, she will end up resenting you for it and eventually leave you. You can spend the rest of your life trying to improve your sexual prowess and never be able to give your wife the satisfaction she deserves... or you can just embrace your place in life." "My place? What do you mean" I asked. I think I was finally starting to understand. "There's a certain joy in being subservient" he said. "Just acknowledge that I am the alpha-male in this situation and get whatever enjoyment you can from it." I thought about what he said. I nodded. "Think about how much joy I'm giving your wife. Think about the fact that these women would rather share me then have you all to themselves. Think about how easy it was for me to get your wife to orgasm. How difficult it was for you." I sat back and closed my eyes. He was right. I was getting really turned on. I nodded my head "Great, Dr. Laslo." Dr Laslo had the chastity device in her hand that she had shown me earlier. "Do I have to wear it?" "Yes, it's a rule. Samantha and I need to feel secure that only Dr. Wooden will be able to do anything to us. You have to put it on if you want to be allowed to watch." "Alright" I close my eyes and waited for Dr. Laslo to put it on. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes again. "Oh, you thought I was going to put it on. I'm sorry, but I don't have my gloves with me." "Do you need..." I started. "Oh, yes" said Dr. Laslo looking uncomfortable. Samantha laughed. "I don't blame you." I took the equipment from Dr. Laslo, a little embarrassed, and put it on my cock. Dr. Laslo took the key from the lock, careful not to touch the penis, and put it in the desk. It hurt because my erection was pressing up against the top of it. "Great, now where were we?" asked Dr. Wooden. He turned around and wrapped his arms around Dr. Laslo, kissing her on the neck. Dr. Laslo started stroking Dr. Wooden's cock as she closed her eyes. Samantha got on her knees. Dr. Wooden turned around with Dr. Laslo's hand still on his cock. Samantha licked the head of his cock while Dr. Laslo stroked the cock. Dr. Wooden looked happy. Samantha was taking as much of the cock as she could but was still barely halfway down the cock. Dr. Laslo took her hand and put it behind Samantha's head. "Open up your throat," said Dr. Laslo. She then shoved Samantha's head so that the cock went deeper into her throat. Samantha started choking. "YOu just have to open your throat a little more. Watch." Dr. Laslo bent over put the cock in her mouth and easily deepthroated the entire cock. She got on her knees to get a better angle on it. She moved it in and out of her mouth. You could see her throat bulging when the cock moved in. "Now you try." Samantha tried again. She was only able to get it a little deeper then she had the first time but she didn't choke on it this time. "Good work," said Dr. Laslo with a smile. Dr. Laslo got on her knees besides Samantha. Samantha put the cock in her mouth again. THis time, Dr. Laslo was helping out by sucking on Dr. Wooden's balls. I looked down at my cock. It was pressing up against the top of the cage, getting harder. Dr. Laslo removed her bra and panties and sat on the desk. She was still wearing the garters though. She leaned back and pulled her legs into the air. Her body looked even better then I thought it would. Dr. Wooden approached her. He thrust his cock inside her. "Mmm..." she moaned contently. He thrust his cock inside her and she began moaning in time with the thrusts. Samantha also stood up and began rubbing Dr. Wooden's back. Dr. Wooden turned his head enough to kiss Samantha. Dr. Laslo was loving every minute of this. Her moans began picking up, getting both loader and quicker. They hit a higher octave as well. Dr. Wooden quickened his hip thrusts to coincide with her moans. Dr. Laslo pushed him away. At first I was surprised but then I understood. Dr. Wooden pulled his dick out while Dr. Laslo began rubbing her pussy. She sprayed all over the smiling Dr. Wooden. Dr Laslo let out a scream then sighed contently. "See, how much she enjoys that?" Dr. Wooden says to me. "Do you think you could could ever do that with your tiny little dick?" The girls both laughed at this comment. Then my wife leaned against the desk, spreading her legs slightly. I bite my lip as I realize what was about to happen. Was I really just going to sit here and watch? Dr. Wooden entered my wife from behind. "Oh, god yes." I can't believe the sounds coming out of her mouth. I've never heard these kind of shrieks before. It was that moment that I realized that every orgasm I had ever given her was fake. Just thinking about it drove me wild. Dr. Wooden was not taking it easy with her either. Her entire body moved with each thrust of Dr. Wooden's cock. Dr. Wooden reached up and grabbed my wife's left breast harshly. I was surprised she didn't stop him. She never would have let me get that rough with her. He smacked her ass. It made a loud noise that echoed around the room though it was just slightly louder than her moaning. My wife started moaning even louder. I realized she was about to cum. Dr. Wooden reached up and grabbed her hair and pulled it backwards. Dr. Laslo smiled and rubbed her hands along my wife's breasts. "God, you could never make me cum like this." says my wife between gasps. She's only saying what everyone else is thinking. Liquid started running down her leg. At first I thought Dr. Wooden had cum inside her but when he pulled his cock out, he was still rock hard. I realized that it had just been my wife's own pussy juice running down her leg. "I need to rest" said Dr. Wooden and sat down on the desk. He didn't rest for long though since Dr. Laslo climbed on top of him, riding him. I watched in awe as Dr. Wooden deftly handled two women sexually better than I ever could handle one. I realized that I'd been sitting here watching for close to an hour an Dr. Wooden was still going. After Dr. Laslo had a second squirting orgasm, Dr. Wooden pulled out. Dr. Laslo and Samantha got on their knees before Dr. Wooden. Dr. Laslo's head bobbed up and down on his cock. I couldn't believe how deep into her throat he was going. Dr. Wooden pulled out. Dr. Laslo, began stroking but Dr. Wooden pulled away. "No," he said. "I want her to take it." Dr. Wooden shot his load all of my wife's tits, as she looked up smiling. Dr. Laslo barely hesitated a second before leaning over and licking it up. He let out a huge sigh of satisfaction and leaned back on the desk. He reached into the desk and pulled out a towel which he tossed to my wife. "Christ that was fun. See you at your appointment next week." said Dr. Wooden panting. "You can write a check for the receptionist or discuss billing on your way out."