Emma paused briefly, absorbing every word Alex said. Her expression remained composed, but her eyes revealed a depth of concern. "Alex," she began, "do you feel you're not good enough for your spouse?"
He hesitated, then admitted, "No, I don't think I am."
"Why do you feel that way?" she probed gently.
"Well, look at me," he gestured, implying he was just an ordinary guy, nothing special.
Emma smiled softly, leaning forward in her chair. She adjusted her glasses, which had slipped slightly down her nose, and spoke without directly meeting his gaze. "Describe exactly how you're feeling right now."
Alex stammered, suddenly self-conscious. He shifted uncomfortably, glancing around as if seeking an escape. His eyes returned to Emma's, feeling a cold intensity behind her thick lenses. "I'm scared she'll leave me for someone better," he confessed. "When we're together, I'm constantly reminded of my shortcomings. I fear she'll realize I can't satisfy her sexually... and then she'll go be with Marcus."
Emma, who had been still until then, reacted to the name. "Before we delve into Marcus, let's step back. If you feel inadequate for Sarah, what kind of man do you think would be adequate?"
Alex swallowed hard but answered truthfully. "Someone tall, strong..." He hesitated, and Emma interjected.
"Someone with a bigger penis, who could last longer and satisfy your wife in bed, correct?" Emma asked calmly. Alex just stared, then nodded. "Yes."
Emma looked at him intently. "And Marcus is your colleague, right? You think he fits these criteria?"
Alex took a deep breath. "Yes."
Emma continued, "So, Marcus is taller, more muscular, and has a bigger penis. I see." She smiled and shifted her legs. "Tell me more about him."
"Well, we're both police officers. Marcus is probably the tallest and strongest among us."
"Go on..." Emma encouraged.
"He's always talking about the women he's slept with. Shows me photos, videos, and names. He's been with every woman in the department, even some officers' wives."
Emma nodded, taking notes. "So, he's had sex with many women?"
"A lot," Alex confirmed, glancing around cautiously. "He brags about it. How he dominated them, made them his."
"How are the videos?" Emma asked.
Alex found the question odd. "He's aggressive. The women moan loudly, and there's a lot of... activity. I can't believe women like that exist."
Emma kept writing.
"I've seen him pursue a married woman in public. Later, he tells me she's begging for more, and they're having sex that night."
Emma scribbled more notes. "Marcus is a tall, muscular man with a large penis. It's natural that many women would be attracted to him, disregarding his marital status. As you described, many women are desperate for such men. This seems to be the root of your fear about Sarah and Marcus. What do you think?"
Alex thought carefully. "Yes," he replied, meeting Emma's gaze.
"Has he ever approached your wife?" Emma asked. Alex felt a chill.
"No, but he insists he can have any woman. I tell him Sarah is different, not like that, but he persists. I've never let them meet."
Emma nodded, ensuring she noted everything correctly.
"Alright, Alex. Our time is up, but this was productive. Let's create an action plan for the next session. Same time next week?"
Alex smiled. "Yes, thank you." He stood, shook her hand, and headed for the door. Before leaving, he turned to look at her once more.
Emma was strikingly attractive—short brown hair, dark eyes, full lips, and a curvaceous figure. Her professional attire hinted at just enough to be alluring.
Alex sat in the quiet waiting room of Emma's office, having arrived a few minutes early. The door to her inner sanctum was closed, muffling the soft murmurs of a session in progress. As the door finally opened, a young woman emerged, her figure catching Alex's eye for a brief moment before he quickly looked away. Emma appeared in the doorway, her warm smile inviting him in. "Hi, Alex. I'm glad you're here. Ready for today's session?" she asked, leading him into her office.
They settled into their respective chairs, the soft hum of the room's white noise machine creating a cocoon of privacy. Emma's expression was open and attentive, her notebook resting on her crossed legs. "Last time, we touched on something important," she began, her voice gentle yet probing. "Do you remember what it was?"
Alex nodded, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere over her shoulder. "You said my fears stem from feeling unworthy of my wife like she might leave me for someone better," he recalled, his voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment.
Emma's gaze softened slightly, her voice steady and reassuring. "Exactly, Alex. These beliefs are key to your lack of confidence and assertiveness. We identified a symbol of these beliefs—your fear that your wife might cheat on someone you see as superior. Like Marcus."
Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers picking at an invisible speck on his jeans. "Right..." he acknowledged, his voice trailing off.
Emma leaned forward slightly, her voice coaxing yet firm. "Today, let's focus on Marcus. I want you to describe him to me. Tell me what makes him a threat in your mind."
Alex sighed heavily, his shoulders rising and falling with the effort. "Okay, I'll try."
Emma offered him an encouraging smile, her hand reaching out to give his knee a brief, reassuring pat. "Good. Now, start with his appearance. What does Marcus look like?"
Alex's mind conjured the image of his colleague, the stark contrast between them never more apparent. "He's tall, really tall. And muscular—probably on steroids. He's just... huge. He aced all the physical tests at the academy like it was nothing," he described, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and envy.
Emma's hand moved rhythmically across the page of her notebook, her shorthand capturing his words with efficient strokes. "And his personality? What is Marcus like with women?"
Alex's jaw tightened, his mouth pressing into a thin line. "This week, he kept showing me videos of some blonde he's been with. It's not just this one—he's always got new videos with different women. It's like... it's like he's constantly proving something," he explained, his voice tight with disapproval.
Emma's eyebrows raised slightly, her interest piqued. "He shows you these videos often? What are they like?"
Alex's face flushed, his discomfort palpable. "It's like watching a porno. He's... aggressive. It's all constant pounding, and the women... they moan loudly, like they're in pain but also enjoying it. I can't imagine what kind of person enjoys that," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
A soft chuckle escaped Emma's lips, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe you're right, Alex. I don't watch porn myself, so I can't say for certain. But from what you're describing, it sounds quite... intense. Now, tell me more about Marcus's sexual prowess. What makes him so different from you?"
Alex hesitated, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. "His... equipment is massive. Almost twice my size, and really thick. And when he finishes, it's... it's a lot," he stammered, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor.
Emma's voice was soft and soothing, her words carefully chosen. "Is something wrong, Alex? You seem uncomfortable."
Alex's head snapped up, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. "It's just... it's uncomfortable talking about this. It feels weird," he admitted, his voice tight.
Emma's expression remained calm and composed, her voice steady and reassuring. "We need to understand these feelings, Alex. Marcus embodies your fears of inadequacy, your belief that you're not good enough. Describing these events, these thoughts and feelings is an important step in overcoming them."
Alex's shoulders slumped, his body language screaming resignation. "If you say so..." he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Emma's smile was encouraging, her voice firm yet gentle. "It is crucial, Alex. This is a safe space for you to explore these feelings, to confront them head-on. I'm the only one hearing about Marcus's exploits, the only one witnessing your discomfort and your struggle. So, let's continue. Tell me more about these videos Marcus shows you. What do the women do? How do they react to him?"
Alex took a deep breath, his mind's eye filled with the vivid, unsettling images from the videos. "They... they orgasm repeatedly, many times squirting. Even though they seem to be in pain, they beg for more, calling him endearing names like 'daddy.' Some of them are colleagues of ours, women who act completely different in real life. In the videos, they're... they're like different people," he described, his voice distant and detached.
Emma's hand moved steadily across the page, her notes capturing the nuances of his discomfort. "And how does that make you feel, Alex? How does it make you feel to watch these women, these colleagues, behave this way with Marcus?"
Alex's brow furrowed, his expression thoughtful. "It's strange. I never really thought about the people in the videos before. They were just... objects, I guess. But now, seeing how they act with him, it's like... it's like they're not ordinary sluts. They're just normal women until they're with Marcus," he mused, his voice tinged with a newfound realization.
Emma's eyes held a knowing gleam, her voice probing yet gentle. "Go on, Alex. There's more to this, isn't there? Something you're not telling me."
Alex hesitated, his fingers picking at the seam of his jeans. "At one point, we talked about... you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Emma's eyebrows raised slightly, her voice laced with curiosity. "Me? What about me, Alex?"
Alex's face flushed, his discomfort evident. "He asked to see a photo of you. I showed him. He thought you were hot," he admitted his voice tight with embarrassment.
A smile played at the corners of Emma's mouth, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And how did that make you feel, Alex? Knowing that Marcus found me attractive?"
Alex's shoulders slumped, his body language screaming defeat. "Uncomfortable," he admitted, his voice barely audible.
Emma's gaze remained steady, her voice calm and composed. "What else did he say about me, Alex? What did Marcus say he wanted to do to me?"
Alex's face flushed a deeper shade of red, his voice tight with frustration. "The same things he says about all women. That he could... that he could have sex with you whenever he wanted. Or rather, fuck my tight little pussy with his massive cock," he muttered, his voice laced with annoyance.
Emma's smile was knowing, her voice steady and reassuring. "I'm trying to make you uncomfortable, Alex. I'm trying to wake you up to reality. I am your therapist, and I am married. Your friend is a professional bragger, a man who preys on the insecurities of others. And right now, he's preying on yours."
Alex's jaw tightened, his voice firm with conviction. "No, he's definitely with those women. I see their faces in the videos. I know it's real," he insisted, his gaze unwavering.
Emma's smile was patient, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. "Even if that's true, Alex, not all women are the same. Your wife chose you, just as I chose my husband. By your logic, though, maybe you should bring him over, let me see if I enjoy the best pounding of my life," she suggested, her laughter soft and melodic.
Alex's lips twitched, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "It's a ridiculous fear, isn't it?" he admitted, his voice tinged with a newfound sense of clarity.
Emma's nod was encouraging, her voice steady and reassuring. "Exactly, Alex. You've been married for four years, and I've been your therapist for six months. Just because Marcus is popular with women doesn't mean he'll get to fuck your wife or me without at least putting in a bit of effort."
Alex's smile widened, his voice laced with a newfound sense of determination. "You're right. My wife thinks he's disgusting. She loves me because I'm different from that," he declared, his gaze steady and sure.
Emma's smile was approving, her voice laced with a sense of pride. "Then introduce them, Alex. Prove to yourself that your wife loves you, that you're enough for her. It's a direct way to confront your fears, to challenge the beliefs that have been holding you back."
Alex's gaze was steady, his voice firm with resolve. "All right, I'll do it. I'll introduce them," he declared, his mind made up.
Emma's smile was warm, her voice laced with a sense of accomplishment. "Good, Alex. Now, send me the videos you mentioned. And in return, I'll provide you with a more sensual photo of me to show him. Let's see how he reacts when confronted with the reality of his own desires."
Alex's brow furrowed, his voice tinged with confusion. "What will that accomplish?"
Emma's smile was mysterious, her voice laced with a sense of intrigue. "You'll see, Alex. You'll see that no matter how much he desires to fuck me, he simply won't. And that's just real life. But professionally, I am all yours. Now, go ahead. Call him. Put it on speaker," she instructed her gaze steady and sure.
Alex hesitated, his fingers hovering over the screen of his phone. "Wait, you want me to do it right now?"
Emma's laughter was soft and melodic, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you did say that you were going to do it, didn't you? Besides, doing it now means you won't have the chance to chicken out later," she pointed out, her gaze knowing and steady.
Alex's jaw tightened, his resolve firming as he dialed Marcus's number. The phone rang, the sound of a woman's moans filtering through the speaker as Marcus answered. "Hey, Alex. What's up?"
Alex's voice was steady, his gaze fixed firmly ahead. "Hey, Marcus. Sorry for calling. Are you busy right now?"
Marcus's laughter was deep and throaty, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh audible in the background. "Not too bad. Just fucking some slut. What do you need?"
Alex's voice was firm, his resolve unwavering. "Want to have dinner with me and my wife tomorrow night?"
Marcus's voice was distracted, his breath coming in ragged pants. "Sure. That sounds nice. So I'll finally get to meet your wife, huh?"
Alex's gaze flicked to Emma, her nod of encouragement steady and sure. "That's right. You'll finally get to meet her," he confirmed, his voice steady and firm.
Marcus's grunts filtered through the speaker, the sound of his exertions audible in the background. "What time should I... Ungh...! Tight bitch...! Hold on, just gonna lay down the phone for a sec..."
Alex's gaze was fixed on Emma, her smirk knowing and steady. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, her body language screaming confidence and allure. Alex watched, captivated, his mind filled with the vivid, unsettling images from the videos.
Marcus's voice filtered through the speaker, his grunts and the woman's moans filling the room. "Take it, you cumslut! I'm going to breed you...!" he growled, his voice ragged and breathless.
The woman's voice was strained, her words barely audible through her moans. "Nut in me...! Give it to me...! Nut! Nut! Nut!!!" she begged, her voice tight with desperation.
Emma's voice was clinical, her observation detached and analytical. "He's likely ejaculating inside her. She must be very happy," she noted, her gaze steady and sure.
Alex's gaze was fixed on Emma, his mind filled with a mix of curiosity and discomfort. He watched as she shifted in her seat, her body language screaming confidence and control.
Marcus's voice filtered through the speaker, his breath coming in ragged pants. "Message me the time and I'll come over tomorrow. Thanks for the invite," he grunted, his voice tight with exertion.
Alex's voice was steady, his resolve unwavering. "Okay, see you tomorrow," he replied, hanging up the phone.
His gaze flicked to Emma, her smile knowing and steady. "He'll come over tomorrow," he confirmed, his voice tinged with a newfound sense of determination.
Emma's smile was warm, her voice laced with a sense of accomplishment. "Of course he will, Alex. He wishes to breed your wife, much like he bred the 'cumslut.' But those are just delusions, Alex. Your wife loves you, just as I am married and devoted to my husband. Our time is up for today, but I hope you will have a lot of positive things to tell me in our next session," she declared, her gaze steady and sure.
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Alex sat in the quiet waiting room, his knee bouncing nervously as he stared at the clock, willing the minutes to pass faster. The door to Emma's office opened, and she stood there, her silhouette framed by the soft light from within. "Alex," she acknowledged him with a nod, her voice firm yet inviting. "Come in."
He hurriedly gathered his things and followed her into the office, the click of the door shutting behind him echoing his own sense of enclosure. He took his usual seat, his body tense and his gaze fixed on the floor.
Emma settled into her chair, her notebook open, her pen poised, and her gaze steady and commanding. "Tell me, Alex, how are you feeling today?" she demanded, her voice brooking no argument.
Alex squirmed under her intense scrutiny, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine, Emma."
Her eyebrows shot up, her gaze piercing. "Fine? You're fidgeting like a schoolboy in the principal's office, Alex. Don't lie to me. What's bothering you?"
Alex took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's just... the dinner with Marcus, Emma. It didn't go as planned," he admitted, his voice tight with frustration.
Emma's gaze was unyielding, her voice firm. "Elaborate, Alex. I don't have all day," she commanded, her pen tapping impatiently against her notebook.
Alex sighed, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere over her shoulder. "It started fine, but Marcus... he instantly started hitting on Sarah, right in front of me. He said things like 'you're too hot for Alex' and 'you deserve better.' He kept staring at her ass and her breasts, and she... she just played along," he recalled, his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
Emma's voice was stern, her gaze unwavering. "And what did you do, Alex? Did you just sit there like a little bitch, watching another man hit on your wife?"
Alex's face flushed, his discomfort evident. "I... I didn't know what to do, Emma. I froze," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Emma's gaze was intense, her voice filled with a mix of disappointment and command. "You need to be more specific, Alex. Give me an example of something that happened that made you uncomfortable."
Alex hesitated, his mind racing with the vivid, unsettling memories of the night before. "During dinner, Marcus told Sarah that she was his favorite type to fuck. He said it right to her face, Emma. I thought for sure that was it, that we were going to have a big argument right then and there," he described his voice tight with remembered tension.
Emma's gaze was steady, her voice probing. "And what did your wife say, Alex, when Marcus expressed his desire to fuck her?"
Alex's face flushed a deeper shade of red, his voice tight with embarrassment. "She laughed it off, Emma. She said 'No way' in this giggly voice, like she was enjoying the attention. Then she asked him how many women he had been with, and when he told her over three hundred, she seemed impressed, not disgusted like I thought she'd be," he explained, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor.
Emma's smile was knowing, her voice laced with a sense of amusement. "So, she was charmed by him, wasn't she, Alex? She was enjoying the attention of a real man," she stated, her gaze steady and sure.
Emma's eyebrows shot up, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of dominance. "Sarah offered herself to Marcus, just like that?"
Alex nodded, his face flushing with embarrassment. "Yes, she looked at me and said, 'Alex won't mind.' She didn't even ask me! They moved to the couch, and Marcus started groping her. She seemed to enjoy it, and I felt so awkward just watching."
Emma's voice was firm, commanding. "And you did nothing? You just sat there like a pathetic little worm?"
Alex's shoulders slumped, his voice tight with frustration. "I tried to speak up, but I was too embarrassed. I didn't want to betray her trust, so I just let it happen."
Emma leaned forward, her gaze intense. "And then what happened, Alex? Did you just sit there while another man fondled your wife?"
Alex sighed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Marcus whispered something to her, and then she asked me to go buy condoms. We haven't used them in years. She said Marcus needed them for later and it would be rude to make him get them himself."
Emma's voice was stern, her gaze unyielding. "And you obeyed like a good little boy, didn't you? How long were you gone?"
Alex's face flushed with discomfort. "It took a while because I didn't know what brand to get. I kept calling, but no one answered. Eventually, Sarah sent me a voice message. It was... weird."
Emma's eyes sparkled with interest. "Weird how, Alex? Play the message for me."
Alex fumbled with his phone, his hands shaking slightly as he played the audio message.
Sarah's voice filtered through the speaker, breathless and unfocused. "Hey, Alex... Aah... Aaah... Nhngn...! I saw you called... Nhgnn...! Sorry, baby... Don't worry about the condoms though—Aaah!!! rough panting Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...!"
Emma's face showed utter fascination, her gaze steady and probing. "That's quite the message, Alex. Play the next one."
The second audio message played, the sounds of ragged breathing and muffled moans filling the room. "Hey, baby... Sorry about that, he was just showing me an exercise... Ungh...! Forget the condoms, he won't need them anymore, okay? The girl he's gonna fuck later realized bareback is much better... Fuck...! She wants to feel that cock raw...! Aaah...!" The message cut off abruptly.
Emma sat silently for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "Why did these messages make you feel weird, Alex?"
Alex hesitated, his gaze fixed on the floor. "They were confusing. Why did she sound like she was doing intense exercise? It made me think... that she might be doing something with Marcus."
Emma's smile was knowing, her voice laced with a sense of amusement. "Your fantasy of her cheating on you with Marcus is playing tricks on you again, Alex."
Alex's voice was tight with frustration. "But how else do you explain these messages?!"
Emma's voice was firm, her gaze commanding. "There are many explanations, Alex. Perhaps she was trying the workout exercises Marcus mentioned. He's muscular, unlike you. She saw an opportunity to learn from someone knowledgeable."
Alex thought about it, his brow furrowed. "Maybe, but it still felt dirty. The way she was talking..."
Emma's laughter was sharp, her voice filled with command. "You're overthinking, Alex. You're being silly. Accept it and move on."
Alex nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, you're right. I need to be more confident. But the condom thing—sending me to buy them was weird, right?"
Emma's grin was knowing, her voice laced with a sense of amusement. "What should they have done, Alex? Marcus was going to fuck some tight pussy later. Sending him to buy condoms would be rude to a guest."
Alex's voice was steady, his resolve firming. "I guess so. Yeah, you're right."
Emma's voice was firm, her gaze commanding. "In fact, isn't it a good sign that your wife got close to Marcus but still didn't cheat on you? Doesn't that tell you something about your worth to her?"
Alex hesitated, his brow furrowed. "Why would it work that way? What if she wanted to be safe but still cheat?"
Emma's laughter was sharp, her voice filled with command. "Alex, stop asking stupid questions. I've studied the Marcus videos you sent me. No woman would use a condom with a cock like that. Any sane woman would take it raw and beg for a creampie." She slapped her groin lightly, her eyes gleaming. "Right here, Alex. Any woman would want it hard right here."
Alex stared at her in shock, his mind racing with the implications of her words. Emma's logic seemed solid, her argument difficult to refute. "So the condom thing probably means nothing then?"
Emma agreed, her voice steady and reassuring. "Of course, Alex. They were probably just messing with you. If she wanted Marcus to destroy her pussy, she would have found another excuse to get rid of you."
Alex nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "That makes sense. But there was something else... When I got home, Sarah and Marcus went on a car ride without me."
Emma's gaze was intense, her voice filled with curiosity. "And what reason did they give you?"
Alex hesitated, his face flushing with remembered discomfort. "Marcus has a good car, and Sarah likes cars. She wanted to feel it out. I said I'd come too, but she told me not to bother. When I tried to insist, she told me to stop being a wimp and do as she said."
Emma's voice was firm, her gaze commanding. "And you obeyed like a good little boy, didn't you? Letting your wife go on a ride with Marcus alone."
Alex nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, I did. But it didn't go as expected."
Emma's smile was knowing, her voice laced with a sense of amusement. "Let me guess. The ride took longer than expected, and you're worried about what might have happened. You're imagining your wife as a little slut, enjoying a big black cock, aren't you?"
Alex's face flushed a deeper shade of red, his voice tight with embarrassment. "Well, it's a bit crude, but yeah. I trust her, but she wouldn't answer my calls..."
Emma's voice was firm, her gaze commanding. "You started feeling paranoid and jealous. Imagining all sorts of scenarios where your beautiful blonde wife got fucked by a fat dark cock. Did anything else happen during the ride?"
Alex hesitated, his face flushing with remembered discomfort. "I checked Marcus's Twitter. He posts about the women he fucks... I found a video from around the time of the car ride. He was fucking a blonde from behind, but her face wasn't shown. The caption said, 'Taken from the phone of my new bimbo cocksleeve!' The tweet read, 'Just filmed this chick getting annihilated by my massive piece of meat! #bimbofucked'."
Emma's voice was intense, her gaze commanding. "Pull up the tweet and play the video, Alex."
Alex fumbled with his phone, his hands shaking slightly as he played the video. The sounds of intense sex filled the room, the woman's moans and Marcus's grunts filtering through the speaker.
The woman in the video was on her hands and knees, her back arched as Marcus pounded into her from behind. Her moans were loud and desperate, her body shaking with each thrust. "You like feeling my BBC inside you, baby?" Marcus growled, his voice ragged with exertion.
The woman turned her head to look at him, her voice breathless and desperate. "Oohh, mmmh, yesssss. Don't stop. Give it to me harder. Oh yes. Yes. Oh my god...! Oh fuuuck....! I'm gonna cum! Oh, Jesus! Please don't stop! Ungh...! Aaah! Aaah...!" she begged her voice tight with desperation.
Emma's voice was steady, her gaze filled with a mix of amusement and fascination. "She's enjoying the rough treatment, begging for more. Isn't that interesting, Alex?"
Alex was unsure how to respond, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor. "I-I guess..." The video continued the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. The woman's moans turned to screams, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. "Please don't stop. Oh god, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice ragged and breathless.
Marcus continued to thrust, his grunts filling the room as he chased his own release. "Oh fuck, oh shit, ooohhh, yesssss," he growled, his body spasming as he came.
Emma's voice was steady, her gaze filled with a sense of accomplishment. "That's quite the load he's shooting inside her pussy. A true-breeding, wouldn't you agree, Alex?"
Alex was unsure how to respond, his mind racing with the implications of her words. "Well, yeah..."
The video cut off abruptly, the woman's moans and Marcus's grunts echoing in the silence that followed. Emma's gaze was steady, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "What do you think, Alex? Is this what a slutty whore sounds like when she gets fucked hard by a big black cock?"
Alex was stunned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, it is."
Emma leaned forward, her gaze intense and piercing as she studied Alex's reaction. "So, if that was your wife, she would be saying all these things, begging for more, completely lost in the moment. Has Sarah ever spoken like that to you, Alex? Has she ever been so raw, so vulnerable with you?"
Alex swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the floor. "No, never," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Emma's smile was knowing, her voice laced with a sense of triumph. "Then it's clear that it isn't Sarah in the video, Alex. It's just some random slut who had the luck of experiencing a real man, a big black cock fucking her like she deserves. You need to understand that, Alex. Your wife is a good girl. She's not some whore who craves intense, satisfying sex like the one in the video."
Alex hesitated, his brow furrowed in thought. "But... but where was Sarah during this time? The video was filmed during the car ride," he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and frustration.
Emma's voice was firm, her gaze commanding. "There are countless explanations for that, Alex. What did she say when they got home?"
Alex sighed, his voice barely above a whisper. "She didn't give me a straight answer. She just told me to be a 'good hubby' and stop asking stupid questions."
Emma's smile was condescending, her voice filled with a sense of superiority. "That's because she knows you won't understand, Alex. She doesn't want to waste her time explaining something you can't comprehend. A real man would move on, not dwell on such trivial matters. You're being a beta male, Alex, and that's not who you want to be. You want to be an alpha, like Marcus, don't you?"
Alex's voice was dejected, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor. "Yes, but... she looked odd when she got home. Her makeup was smeared, her hair was messy, and she was walking funny. Her clothes were all disheveled, and there was something on her lips..."
Emma's voice was stern, her gaze unyielding. "Alex, you need to accept that your wife is her own person. She can do things that might seem odd to you, but that doesn't mean anything is wrong. You need to trust her, trust that she loves you and that she's doing everything for your sake."
Alex hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know, but—"
Emma's voice was firm, her gaze commanding. "No buts, Alex. You're married to her. It's your duty to provide for her, to give her what she needs. You need to listen to her and understand her. That's your role as her husband. Do you understand me?"
Alex nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, ma'am. I understand."
Emma's smile was approving, her voice laced with a sense of pride. "Good boy, Alex. Our time is up for today. If you keep feeling like something is off, write it down and bring it to our next session. Don't act on it or make assumptions without talking to me first. Understood?"
Alex nodded again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, understood."
Emma stood up, her gaze steady and authoritative. Alex noticed a wet stain on her dress, liquid running down her legs.
"Did you... spill something, Emma?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Emma's reaction was instant and dominant. "Alex, don't ask stupid questions. Just do as you're told," she commanded, her voice filled with authority.
Alex nodded nervously, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor as he left the room. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but with Emma's guidance, he was determined to make progress. He couldn't deny the thrill of having such a powerful, attractive woman as his therapist, even if her methods were unconventional. He looked forward to their next session, eager to please her and prove his worth.