1. Ambivalence


    Date: 10/15/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: timojen, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    was showing just how much she wanted and needed to have her mouth filled with my cock, was new to me. The first time I saw it, I felt like a king. And now, these six guys were seeing it. They were commenting on it, too. “Look at her. What a whore. She’s starved for cock. That guy must have the smallest prick.” They laughed. Ellen didn’t seem to care what they said. I just wanted them to shut up. I was rock hard, burning mad, and heartbroken, all at the same time. I pondered my predicament while meekly watching Ellen wantonly suck that guy’s cock and take another in her pretty cunt. I wanted to run down there and start punching. Looking at me, anyone would believe I could manage pencil pushers. But I’m no fighter. No way could I take on six guys. Especially after paying for it. No. I stayed where I was, watching and seething. Ellen wanted this. And I got something out of it, too. Not just the money or the promise of a threesome. I got a working, happy marriage, too. Weird, right? ---- A few months ago, Ellen and I started couples therapy after a huge fight, the worst of a series. We’d been married about two years and neither of us wanted to end it. Things went well. The boring details aren’t relevant here. Suffice it to say, we stopped letting important things slide and started letting trivial things go. The therapy worked. It led us to a happier place and a better love life. It also lead to me agreeing to Ellen’s Fantasy Vegas Gangbang. Sex didn’t even come up until a month ...
    into therapy. One reason was that our therapist was a blonde middle aged MILF, and I didn’t relish talking about sex in front of her. I did relish the fantasy of Ellen and her sucking my cock, however. For the record, that remains just a fantasy. Anyway, Dr. Metzinger asked us how our sex life was. On a scale of one to ten, I rated it a 5. We’d been in a rut. Ellen rated it a 2. Shock, anger, and embarrassed overwhelmed me. A two! We talked about it, of course. In the end, we agreed neither was getting what we wanted from the other. We each feared rejection. Ellen feared I would think she was a slut. And I didn’t want Ellen to think I was a dirty minded perv. Ironic, I know. Then Dr. Metzinger gave us an assignment that changed our lives forever and led indirectly to the gangbang in room 717. “Write down something you wanted to ask the other to do (or participate in) over the last week, but didn’t,” she said, handing us each a Post-it pad. “When you have it, fold your note and hand it to your partner.” I wanted to write, ‘facial’. I’d wanted to cum on Ellen’s beautiful face since the day I met her. But she was just too... elegant. Prim and proper. I never got up the nerve. I chickened out, then, too. I wrote something less dirty and folded the note, handing it over. “Ellen, read your note silently,” said the doc. Ellen giggled after reading it. “How do you feel about what he wrote?” “Fine,” she said. Looking at me, she added, “is that all?” I flushed. Should have asked for the ...
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