Cuckold Counselor: Bundle

By Reagan Snow

One oblivious husband, two passionate lovers, and three counseling sessions...

I was blissfully locked in my own little world with no understanding of what I was doing to our marriage. Then my wife, Tanya, demanded that we see a couple’s counselor.
That’s when I found out how wrong I had been. I was wrong about the state of our marriage, I was wrong about her needs, and I was wrong about what kind of man I really was.
The tall, strong, handsome Dr. Greg was everything that I was not, including confident. So when he promised a treatment that would cure everything from Tanya’s dissatisfaction to my impotence, how could I not go along with it? Even if the treatment was to cuckold me...three times.
Could I complete the treatment? Could I become a cuckold?
Buy now to enjoy this smokin’ story about one man’s realization that a hotwife makes for a very hot wife.

**Preview from “Cuckold Counselor - Session 1”:**

Dr. Greg, our couples therapist, stared directly into my eyes and said, “Your wife needs to screw someone else, Ricky.”
I stared at him in surprise and anger, my face burning red. He continued to stare at me, not blinking. My mind whirling, I began to protest.
“Excuse me?!” I sputtered. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
He nodded with quiet assurance.
“Now, think about it, Ricky. She’s a highly attractive woman who could have any man she wanted,” Dr. Greg spoke slowly, condescendingly. My eyes dropped submissively; I was unable to keep eye contact with him. Why couldn’t I shake this feeling that he was superior to me in every way? “She could go to any bar right now and come back with any man she wanted. She doesn’t even have to go to a bar, though - she could literally walk out to the waiting room and do that. Do you want that?”
I shook my head as I continued to stare at the floor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reagan Snow
• Release date: Sep 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370287666

Reagan Snow

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Session 1

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Session One

Dr. Greg , our couples therapist, stared directly into my eyes and said, Your wife needs to fuck someone else, Ricky.

I stared at him in surprise and anger, my face burning red. He continued to stare at me, not blinking. My mind whirling, I began to protest.

Excuse me?! I sputtered. Did you just say what I think you said?

He nodded with quiet assurance.

Now, think about it, Ricky. She’s a highly attractive woman who could have any man she wanted, Dr. Greg spoke slowly, condescendingly. My eyes dropped submissively; I was unable to keep eye contact with him. Why couldn’t I shake this feeling that he was superior to me in every way? She could go to any bar right now and come back with any man she wanted. She doesn’t even have to go to a bar, though - she could literally walk out to the waiting room and do that. Do you want that?

I shook my head as I continued to stare at the floor.

I didn’t think so, the doctor continued. What you want is a professional who knows what he’s doing with a woman, especially a woman who has a desperate need of a serious fucking, like your wife does.

Turning to my wife, he said, In order to gauge the level of sexual frustration that you have built up in you, we’ll need to do a quick test today so I can better prepare for our next session. Please remove your pants and underwear and sit here on the edge of my desk.

I started to yell, Hold on a moment— when my wife cut me off.

No, Rick, it’s about time that I get some sexual satisfaction around here. I’ve been waiting for you and your tiny dick to make me cum for a very long time, and it’s just doesn’t happen. Ever. I’m ready to try something different. She turned back to the doctor. Dr. Greg, I’m ready for a real man. I’m ready for you to fuck me.

Well, that certainly helps us gauge your level of sexual frustration right there, Dr. Greg chuckled. Somehow, I think it’s been a while since you’ve had a proper fucking, especially if Ricky’s dick is as small as you say it is.

Ricky! Out of everything happening right now, why did the doctor’s use of that awful nickname stick out to me the most? It was such a patronizing, childish name. I didn’t even let Tanya call me that. But somehow, I couldn’t muster up the courage to set Dr. Greg straight. If he wanted to call me Ricky, I would let him.

But surely I shouldn’t let him fuck my wife, whether he wants to or not! I turned to Tanya to demand that we leave, when I saw her shimmying off her lace panties, leaving her amazing ass and thighs bare. My wife, a curvaceous blonde with tits big enough to bury your face in and an ass that belonged in a music video, could turn a man on with just a look.

Obviously, she was determined to turn on the doctor now.

Thirty minutes earlier…

So, tell me all about the problem here, the doctor asked us as we entered our first couples therapy session.

I didn’t know what to expect. Honestly, I was a little scared. My wife had done this a number of times. At one time she was a psychology student, so to me, it felt slightly unfair that she had the upper hand here. She knew what to expect from therapy. I don’t know anything about what to expect.

I didn’t even think we were having serious problems until she announced she’d set up this appointment and said she was unhappy. She told me that I either attend this appointment with her and we work things out, or we get a divorce.

Of course I cared about the relationship. I care deeply. We’ve been married for nearly four years and I could not think of a single thing that was wrong with our marriage. My beautiful wife, Tanya, was nothing other than the most wonderful wife anybody could ask for.

I protested the appointment, saying that we really didn’t need it. Couldn’t we sit at home and just talk to each other? But she drug me to the counselor’s office, forcing me to attend. That didn’t mean I had to talk much when I got there though, right?

Despite my unwillingness to be there, I was impressed by the doctor from the minute we walked into his office. He seemed like the kind of guy who would know what to do even if we didn’t. I was of two minds about our doctor. Just ask Tanya: Apparently, there was a lot that needed to be discussed about Tanya and I’s relationship, even if I thought everything was perfect. So it was nice to have a doctor who inspired confidence like Dr. Greg did.

On the other hand, though, there was this feeling of intimidation. His natural bearing and demeanor was something that I could never match. I am certainly not the man I was four years ago when I met Tanya, but I am not a total loss either. Still, there was something about his physicality coupled with his confidence that made me feel small.

I shoved my misgivings and inadequacies to the back of my mind because I realized from the moment my wife suggested therapy that she was unhappy. It seemed like she hadn’t said a word to me to explain why she was so unhappy, although she claims she’s told me plenty. Sure, there were times that she’s talked and I’ve just zoned out on her but she always picks the worst times to strike up a conversation. Who starts talking to someone just as the basketball game is starting?!

I kept telling her, if she would just tell me what was bothering her, I would fix it all. But Tanya said she’d given up on my listening skills and that we needed a counselor, so here we were.

Doctor Greg Immaculato, or Doctor Greg as he liked to be called, seemed really on the ball. I liked the look of him from the moment I shook his hand. He told us he had originally been a war surgeon in Iraq but moved back and retrained himself as a psychologist and psychiatrist since