Jealousy Therapy

JEALOUSY THERAPY, Pt2 By Throne Next Belinda rubbed her smooth cheek against Cash's trousers, her eyes on me as she did it. Val and Vic, over on the sofa, began kissing. "Hey Marty," my wife called from where she sat on the side of the bed. "Come here and untie Cash's shoes, so I don't have to do it." I cringed inwardly but went to them and knelt. My fingers refused to cooperate, so I had to struggle to unknot both laces. While I did that, my wife lowered the Black stud's pants and shorts enough to free his cock. I turned my eyes upward and was horrified to see that, only half engorged, it was already about seven inches long. He had my full erection beat without getting all the way hard. After I finally got his shoes untied she told me to just back up on my knees a little, so she would have room to 'work'. Belinda held his above-average cock in both hands and lightly stroked it, making it swell and lengthen until it was standing up, a proud nine, thick inches. She continued to manipulate it and returned to watching me. "See, Marty? It's not like I'm cheating on you or anything. I'm just making Cash feel good." To the Black man she said innocently, "I am making you feel good, aren't I, Cash?" "Sure, baby. You're off to a real good start. But I don't think your big tough husband is getting the message. He still appears real jealous. You better go on to the next step, girl." She smiled up at him, "Yes, SIR." With that my wife stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of that huge Black cock, from his balls all the way to the bulbous head and even the slit in its tip. She did that slowly, several more times, before speaking to me again. "What do you think, Marty? How's that jealousy doing now? You're getting kind of red in the face. What is it that's bothering you, dear? Tell me, and be specific." "It... it's..." I shook my head in disbelief. "It's what you're doing to him. With your hands and... mouth." "What, Marty? What am I doing? It's part of your therapy to tell me what I'm doing." "You... you're licking his... penis." She sighed. "That's not such a good start, Marty. Let's try something else." She capped the oversized head of his organ, closing her pretty lips tight around the shaft, and made a show of sucking him that way. When she stopped she told me, "You know what they say, husband dearest. Eating ain't cheating. Tell me what I just did." "You got the end of his penis inside your mouth and stimulated it." She chuckled. "Wrong. What I did was to swallow the head of his gigantic Black cock and suck on it. Now say it that way, Marty. Your therapy won't work unless you try harder." Sickened, I repeated what she had said, in her lewd words. She made me go on like that as she tongued his heavy balls, licked his member all over, and then took half its impressive length down her throat. I had to use crude terms for everything she did, with Val making suggestions to me. I felt dizzy as I knelt there with my bride giving a whorish suck-off to Cash. "Cash, darling," she said, "would you mind stepping out of those shoes and letting me get you out of those trousers?" "Not at all. I'll do whatever it takes to help a married woman like you get straight with your man." I didn't miss the irony in the way he described me. No one in that room saw me as a real man, least of all myself. She soon had him naked from the waist down, then reached up to unbutton his shirt. Next she sat on the edge of the bed so she could nibble on his washboard abs while her hands reached around to stroke his solid buttocks. She was breathing hard as he removed his shirt and hung it on a headboard post. Then my wife got on her back in the middle of the mattress and performed a horizontal striptease for him, touching herself as she squirmed out of all her clothes. He sat alongside her and enjoyed the feel of her breasts under his broad hands. Then he put the tip of an index finger against the glistening lips of her pussy and began to tease her clit. She moaned and ground her ass against the sheets. Cash smiled broadly, bent forward, and pressed his lips to hers in a long deep kiss. When he finally sat back up she looked at me, her eyes bright, and asked, "Are you still feeling jealous, Marty? Hmmmm?" My voice cracked as I said, "Yes, Belinda. Please, can't we go home now?" "No, darling. I don't care how hard I have to work, I'm going to find some way to help you with your problem." She spread her legs. "I know. Cash can put that gigantic, perfect cock inside me. He won't actually screw me, Marty. It'll just be enough so you can see how watching it affects you. That way we can get a better picture of how deep your feelings are." She looked into Cash's eyes. "Would you mind doing that for us, Cash? Sliding that magnificent cock of yours all the way up inside me? Moving it around? Making me feel your heavy balls against my ass? It does't count if you don't cum. I mean, it won't really be sex if you don't finish inside me. Pleeeease?" He laughed soundlessly. "Sure, baby. Let's just try that and see how it goes." He put himself between her thighs and aimed his weapon at her mound, eased the wide head inside, and fed her inch after inch as she gasped and shuddered. "Nice and easy," he told her. "Not really having sex." Cash set a relaxed pace, enjoying himself, and making my wife lick her lips and flutter her eyelids as he gradually intensified her arousal. He kept it up for a quarter hour, in total control of himself and her, before he withdrew, sat up on his haunches, and said, "Now what are we going to do with this hard tool of mine? It wouldn't be healthy for me to get a case of blue balls, now would it?" "No way," she agreed as she turned over, got to her knees, and moved around to face him. "I guess I'll just have to get my mouth busy on it again." "Sounds good. How about if I go and wash it off?" "No, honey. I don't want to break your mood. You've been so kind, helping us with Marty's therapy. It's okay that you've got my sex juices all over it." "Damn, woman," he marveled. "You're like a real nasty street ho, wanting to do that." She giggled. "You make me want to be your ho, Cash. You make me want to do whatever makes you happy. And it'll all help Marty learn to control his feelings. Everybody wins." I didn't feel like I was winning anything at that moment. It was devastating to watch my sexy wife coming on so wantonly to that Black bull. She dipped her head and started a new round of oral worship on his massive organ. Still on my knees on the floor, I could only stare and try not to succumb to an emotional collapse. Belinda stayed in her whorish role as she gave a blowjob that would make a hooker blush. Obviously proud of herself, she made it last and last. Finally, with only the knob of his cock in her mouth, she began stroking him up and down with one hand. Cash's head went back and he moaned loudly, on the verge of blasting. She managed to keep him on the edge for another several minutes and then he exploded inside her mouth. She had to struggle to gulp down all of his prodigious load and, when she was done, made a show of licking her lips. Then, as if nothing had happened, the bed mates got dressed and the four of them were back to drinking and chatting. That went on for a while. No one told me to move so I didn't. I was in mild shock. Then Cash said that he, Belinda and I should go back to the bar. He explained, "I'm thinking that somebody else wants to use that bed now." "Damn right," Val said eagerly, her hand on Vic's crotch. They were half undressed before we left the room. Back in the bar they had one more round. I was again relegated to paying and then keeping out of the way. To my horror, Belinda was already discussing another session of my so-called therapy. "I like it," Cash said. "There's all different stuff we could try to test your husband. Yeah, we can give him the full treatment." He smirked at me. To my wife he said, "How about a week from now?" "Awww, do I have to wait so long?" "You'll appreciate it more if we give your pussy time to rest up. Get all un-stretched-out again. And, naturally, you won't be giving your man none of that. Right?" "Absolutely not. No pussy for Marty, no matter how long his therapy takes." I shrank up inside to hear that. Clearly, I was going to be put through the ringer and, after it was all over, might not be any better off than I was right then. Yet, no matter what I told myself to try to rebuild my broken ego, I couldn't summon even enough nerve to speak to my wife, let alone to disagree with her wicked plans. My shoulders sagged as I stood there in defeat. Later the other couple returned, visibly sated. One more round of drinks and the three of us left, me in the back seat again. Val raved about Vic's prowess in bed and his cock, which she was thrilled to announce was almost as large as Cash's. I felt less and less in control as the women made it clear that they felt not one iota of shame. Quite the opposite. They were proud of everything they had done. After Val dropped us off, Belinda got out of her clothes and stretched out on our bed. I stripped and laid alongside her. She rhapsodized about the fantastic experience she'd had and amused herself by teasing my nipples and rubbing her smooth thigh against my straining penis. "There's just one problem," she said. "I didn't get to climax. So get your face between my legs and give me a perfect ending to my wonderful evening. That's right, Marty, put your tongue where your little dick is no longer allowed to go." She chortled. Then purred. "Mmmmm, that feels so good. I'm going to keep teasing you sexually and making you lap my pussy all week long. And every second that your down there, getting the world's worst case of blue balls while I have endless orgasms, I'll be thinking of our next therapy session. When you're slurping around below my waist I'm going to be imagining Cash with his monster cock halfway down my throat or shoved up inside me. We're going to go on and on trying to cure you of your terrible jealousy, month after month, and I'll go as far as I have to with Cash to get the job done. You might even force me to let him cum inside. Now stop for two seconds and thank me for how good a job I'm doing." I groaned, desperately horny, and told her, "Thank you, Belinda. I thoroughly appreciate all that you're doing so I can over my destructive jealously. I'll go along with everything you want to try." "That's enough," she decided. "Back to work, pussy licker. Just think, you have your mouth where, less than an hour ago, Cash had his killer cock. Oh, Marty, I may just have to make this new system permanent." As beaten as I was feeling and as fully as she had taken to our new situation, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop her and she wouldn't want to stop herself. And Val would only reinforce the idea of keeping me on the program. It was becoming clear that this was going to be my lifestyle from now on, with no escape possible. 25898 1.28/512345