My wife's therapy
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Those distant times when Elena was a shy, very sweet and slightly prudish girl in bed, for her sex should always be delicate and very conventional, of course unthinkable without a solid sentimental relationship. It's true that with her sex usually was too sweet and monotonous, almost in the dark, always in the missionary position and almost in silence, although I didn't need much more when we got married. Over time she relaxed, there could be a faint light, we tried other positions and occasionally she could say some naughty things, but I wanted to feel that sex was sex and not love.
My great mistake I committed on the day I went out to celebrate a bachelor party, ended up quite drunk and excited by the strippers at the party, ended up paying a professional to give me a blow job, a practice that Elena thought was disgusting.
I enjoyed the blow job, but while she was sucking me off, I saw Elena, not the professional, and when I came I felt like a jerk, didn't say anything to Elena, but started to pamper her constantly to calm my feeling of guilt, so much that she got suspicious, started asking me questions and ended up confessing my infidelity. I knew I was destroying her by discovering that I wasn't satisfied sexually. Seeing her cry like that depressed me, tried to console her telling her how much I loved her, that sex was something secondary, but it didn't work and I went for a tranquilizer. When I got back I saw the front door open, ran out in time to see her running down the stairs, chased after her, before reaching the street I heard a screech, a loud thud, screams and found Elena lying on the floor unconscious, she had been run over while crossing the street.
My next memory is of the hospital talking to a doctor, Elena had a subarachnoid hemorrhage, with no other solution but to control her evolution and wait. Luckily she had a miraculous recovery, we were home a week later, except for the pains. due to the apparent lack of sequelae, although we should be vigilant for any abnormal symptoms. The first thing that should have alerted me was her sexuality. On the second day at home, Elena sexually claimed me and for the first time wanted to get on top. From then on, every day Elena showed more uninhibited and willing to have sex, even sucked me off on my own initiative a few days later, which I loved. At one and a half months, she had a review, the tests were negative, Elena didn't have symptoms like memory loss, speech problems or coordination issues, but when I mentioned her sexual change, the doctor asked us to detail the changes, suspected it might be a consequence of the blow, asked for more tests and scheduled an appointment for the following week. The tests showed a tiny splinter on the skull piercing a brain area that was impossible to operate without putting Elena's life at risk, we should be vigilant about all the changes we could notice and return in a month. That month began our hell, Elena had become an uninhibited woman, eager for sex at all hours and in any place, it seemed like every man's dream, but hers was excessive, so much that I felt overwhelmed and unable to satisfy her. At the next consultation, the doctor advised us that Elena should see Dr. Castro, a psychologist known to him who specialized in sexual disorders and had great success with his therapies. When we went to the first appointment, our relationship was limited to discussing, fuck to reconcile and back to discussing, during almost an hour and a half we explained the situation in detail, especially Elena who didn't hesitate to talk about how much she loved sex and the pleasure she felt when we had sex. Dr. Castro said that the solution would be long and require great patience, especially from my part. He established that Elena should go twice a week and I twice a month. The two of us together on the first Monday of every month. Six months later, everything was still the same, Elena was getting more and more out of control, we were constantly arguing, Elena only reproached me for my inability to satisfy her sexually, I who was a nymphomaniac and behaved like a slut, to which she would respond that her accident was because I went to prostitutes.
I started feeling incapable of satisfying her sexuality, knowing from Elena's own mouth that in Dr. Castro's consultation she always ended up talking about her erotic fantasies, even masturbating while telling them didn't help much, the pressure was so great that I started having problems with erections, according to Dr. Castro caused by my fear of not being man enough for a woman like Elena, who wore shorter and more revealing skirts and blouses because, according to her, she liked being looked at, even had some transparent blouses and sometimes went without underwear.
We would fight over nothing, I no longer felt in love with Elena, but the worst was that during each argument I felt more resentment towards her, especially when after a fight she would masturbate regardless of whether I could hear it or not. In those moments I feared that any day she would cheat on me, if she hadn't already.
It was around this time that Dr. Castro talked to us about therapy, he only saw two solutions for Elena to control her libido, medicating her with very harsh side effects that would reduce the quality of life and cause problems with attention that would put her job at risk or attending a center managed by his daughter where they would proceed with shock therapy.
The therapy consisted of Elena being used sexually as an object by different specialists once a week. The goal was for Elena to stop feeling that excessive sexual excitement caused by an excess of brutal and degrading sex. In no case did he assure us it would work, but at least those sessions would calm the Elena's desires for several days. If we were both in agreement, which was essential, Dr. Castro would write a detailed report on Elena's problem and once studied by the center's authorities, sessions would begin.
I was hallucinating listening to him, but when my wife agreed to submit herself to him, I exploded. We had a huge fight right there, I called her every name in the book and threatened Dr. Castro with a lawsuit. Elena was also out of control, she insulted me and blamed me for everything. I left in a huff and went to sleep at a hotel to calm down and think clearly.
The following days were crazy, of course I didn't think about going back to the psychologist's office or giving my consent to that therapy, but Elena did go back and each time she came we had a fight, the rest of the time we barely spoke. Elena eventually lost all sense of modesty, always being naked at home, masturbating wherever and whenever she felt like it, even when I was there, ignoring me, making me feel very uncomfortable, especially when I got hard just looking at her.
When she did it, I would go to another room, but in reality I would hide to watch her and jerk off too. I'd get really turned on when one of the dildos I bought from the psychologist's recommendation got involved. I had no idea what to do, but my sexuality was changing, I didn't feel any desire for sex with Elena, resentment was too much, but I couldn't help getting excited watching her undress and masturbate, I tried to reason with myself about everything that had happened in this time, how we'd ended up at this point, I thought about the good things we could have if we could just agree and told myself not to take into account what we'd said during our fights because Elena was sick. Those rationalizations were less irascible, we had been without too much arguing for a couple of days, I thought it was possible to have a relationship like two normal people again, but everything went wrong when she caught me spying on her. There I was, with my cock in hand, jerking off unable to stop and squeezing it so the semen wouldn't splash just as she put herself in front of me to scold me for wanking instead of fucking her, we lost our footing and she ended the discussion saying she would start therapy immediately, whether I gave my consent or not.
I exploded when I heard her, I told her I wasn't willing to be a cuck, much less pay for other guys to fuck her and I wouldn't keep sharing a bed with a slut nymphomaniac like her. This happened just before she left for her appointment with Dr. Castro. Three hours later she returned telling me therapy could start in ten days but Dr. Castro insisted on my approval.Don't even dream it, I've already told you that I won't give my permission for you to screw around with others.
You know, Dr. Castro made an exception in my case so that I can start therapy without your approval.
If you do that, be aware of the consequences.
E went to hell.That same night I went to sleep in the guest room with the intention of asking for a divorce as soon as possible. I talked to a lawyer to start the process, but he advised me not to do it without thinking twice, so I told him and with medical reports I would have all the cards against me and I would be left with nothing. I spent the days avoiding coinciding more than necessary in the same room, but after her first therapy session, I noticed she was much calmer, her face didn't show the tension of before, even greeting me with a smile and certain sweetness that I hadn't seen for a long time. In the following weeks it was Elena who sought a closer relationship between us, still being naked around the house, but no longer masturbating anywhere. Except for always being naked, which gave me a certain thrill, she behaved more like the loving wife I married, but I was wary of how long this would last. Despite this, out of simple education, I became more amiable and affectionate towards her, even accepting that she tell me some details about her therapy. She insisted on how good it would be to give my approval to the therapy and explained that if I accompanied her, I could see the session through a mirror, if I wanted to, without either of us or the therapist knowing whether I was looking or not. She also admitted that her resentment had disappeared since she started with the sessions. She spoke seductively, naked, sitting next to me on the couch, listening as I described how she had tied and fucked me at her pleasure, making me come until I was exhausted, inexplicably I was getting excited. Elena didn't just describe what happened, she explained in detail her feelings during those moments, without stopping repeating how much she thought about me during the session. My erection wasn't overlooked, she caressed it with her hand while smiling at me and asking if she could give me a blow job. No, for the first time in all these years Elena asked me if I wanted sex, before the atrocity always had to be me who insisted, but since then she was the one taking the initiative without accepting a negative. Elena kissed me on the mouth rubbing her tits against my chest, the way of kissing me, the movements of her tongue in my mouth, the softness of her lips, everything made me crazy, at the same time she started to unbutton my pants catching my cock with her hand and caressing it with an unknown skill for me. She separated our mouths and bent down until she reached my cock, letting her saliva fall on my glans to lubricate it, her fingers extended it smoothly as she passed her tongue along the entire length of my cock until she reached my balls and licked them. She made the return journey arriving again at my glans and slowly, while massaging my testicles with her hands, she went in and out of her mouth until she swallowed me whole. She did it without anxiety, making me feel that the only important thing was my pleasure, I had imagined a pleasure like this in my life, it transcended the physical, it was something much more intense than what I am capable of explaining. This way she stayed for a good while, with my cock totally hard inserted into her mouth until her throat, moving her tongue along it as much as possible and massaging my testicles with her hands spreading the drool that dripped from her mouth. She pulled it out as slowly as she had put it in, played with her tongue on my glans, sucked it, kissed it, went down again along the entire length of my cock with her lips, then up the opposite side and repeated it several times before putting it back in until her throat, but this time I didn't know what was moving in her throat that touched my glans directly. I looked down, our gazes crossed, she smiled as much as she could without taking her cock out and made a little pressure to put it in a bit more, when doing so, she gave a hiccup, tears welled up in her eyes, but She kept smiling and I just closed my eyes, threw my head back, and enjoyed it. Elena continued to suck and insert my cock into her mouth until the throat, slowly at first, then accelerating her movements when she noticed I was about to come, stopping, letting me relax, and then resuming her movements without stopping, gently massaging my balls with her saliva, sometimes grabbing them by the base with force and stretching them, or leaving my cock alone to lick and put it in her mouth. I had lost track of time, everything was spinning around me, feeling my cock bigger and harder than ever before, I'm not sure if it was due to the oral sex she performed on me with her mouth, but it was an incredible sensation, feeling like my ejaculation would be imminent, so I told her, didn't want her to be caught off guard, thought she'd take it out of her mouth, but no, she kept it inside without doing anything, just felt her lips around the base of my glans. I tried not to come, but it was impossible and I noticed my semen coming out slowly, but unimpeded, and Elena didn't do anything, opened my eyes and saw her looking at me, now with her mouth open, tongue out, my cock resting on her and the semen still flowing slowly, covering all of her tongue. Elena squeezed my cock with her fingers from base to glans, getting more semen out of me, I felt like I hadn't finished coming yet, but my erection had disappeared. Elena showed me her mouth full of my semen, distributed it all over her mouth with her tongue and swallowed it as if it were a delicacy, still smiling. She was beautiful there, naked, kneeling in front of me, smiling after giving me the best blow job of my life, and then she said: If you ever want a blow job, as long as we're together, tell me. I promise that I'll do this same and even better just to enjoy seeing you come like I saw you today.
Until tomorrow, that you rest.
I didn't know how to react at that moment, she got up, gave me a kiss on the lips and went to her room, I didn't stop looking as she walked away moving her ass, an ass that always seemed spectacular to me, but one she always felt ashamed of and now it looked with pride. When I could react, I got up and went to my room, it was hard for me to fall asleep, I kept feeling something for my wife, I couldn't forget all the fights we had, but this new Elena was confusing me, except for small moments when that demanding and rough Elena from the last few months would come out again. She had become a sweet, affectionate, funny, happy and completely uninhibited woman with whom I could talk about anything.
The next day it was Elena who woke me up, she did it with kisses and cuddles, she was still naked and when she saw that I was already awake, she lay down beside me resting her head on my chest telling me how happy she felt.Sweetheart, last night you made me very happy, I've missed you so much and I know that things will never be the same as when we got married, but I feel like if we're able to forget all those horrible things we've said to each other lately, we can be very happy.
What do you want to say?
Simply that I love you and having you by my side is what makes me the happiest. I know you have to process many things and I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to wait for as long as necessary without overwhelming you. When you think it's time, you'll have me.
I don't know, I'm very confused. Your anxiety about sex scares me, but I have to admit that last night was incredible.
E - Are you referring to the blow job? Many thanks, sweetheart, I loved making you come that way, so much that I came without even touching myself.
What's up? I didn't see you make any gesture.
It's hard to explain. It's not like when I cum from fucking or masturbating, it's something else, something internal and very cerebral, although my pussy gets wet too. By the way, would you like another blow job? I'd be delighted to do it, but only if you feel like it. I'll never ask for sex again, but I'll give you all you want and whenever you want.
A - 'Don't you want it even when I ask you for it?'
Dear, I'm still anxious for sex at all hours, but I'm learning to control it thanks to therapy. Dr. Castro was partly right about its effects, I don't feel anything against sex, nor do I think I'll ever feel that way no matter how much therapy I undergo, he was completely wrong on that point, but despite still being equally anxious for fuck, I've learned to channel my anxieties in another way.
No, Elena, I don't want you to get illusions about something I'm not capable of assimilating and I also don't want to take advantage. It's true that last night you gave me the greatest pleasure I've ever felt, but it's not enough for me to accept making a clean slate. I feel like I still have resentment towards everything that happened since we got back from the hospital.
I know, darling, and I don't expect to get anything by making you always want it, but I also enjoy doing it, so you have no commitment, not even the one of giving me pleasure.
While talking, I was already caressing my cock, let her continue with her caresses without saying a word. Unlike the previous day and due to our position, I could touch her tits, ass, legs, and also her pussy, which was totally soaked. The blowjob was almost better than the one from the night before, especially because after finishing, I asked her not to leave and she stayed curled up on my chest. All this happened a month after starting therapy, but it took nearly twenty more days until I decided to sleep with her again. During those days, she almost sucked me off daily, sometimes at my request and always with joy, smiling, without demanding anything and only concerned about my own pleasure. On my part, I felt an absolute disinterest in fucking, specifically in making her come, I only cared about my own pleasure, to a large extent I realized it was due to my rejection of all those times I had to fuck with her without wanting to, many of them as part of a reconciliation that wasn't real. This worried me quite a bit, considering it was an obstacle to retaking our relationship.Elena, you should know that although I love it when you suck me off, I don't feel any desire to do anything to give you pleasure. It's something directly related to our discussions of the last few months.
I understand you and know it will be very difficult for that to change, but I don't want you by my side just for sex, I want you by my side because of love. My sexuality is satisfied with therapy and seeing how you enjoy my blowjobs. In part, it's my way of making up for everything that happened due to my behavior.
So then... Would it be the same if I never made you feel loved again?
No affection. It's the same to me if you never fuck with me again, we make love when I hug you, when we talk, when you look at me. You can only give that to me and you do it despite that resentment you still have towards me.
And don't you care that I still hold a grudge against you?
E - It's not about whether I care or not, it's about assuming my mistakes and accepting the consequences. Dr. Castro helped me see things from another perspective and value our relationship above my illness. That's why I'm telling you that I don't mind if our sex is limited to you sucking me off whenever you want.
What would happen if one day I wanted to f**k someone else?
I hope it never happens, because if it did, you would break my heart.
But you screw with another every week and I'm willing to accept it, instead you tell me that you wouldn't accept if I desired someone else. It seems a bit unfair and selfish on your part.
It's very different affection. I'm not going to fuck with another one every week like you say. I'm going to therapy to calm and control my sexual anxiety. From my side, I don't feel any desire towards those men as people, let alone anything sentimental. What you're saying would imply that you'd want to fuck that supposed woman and possibly also have some feeling towards her.
A - 'Oh, see, because of that three-rule thing, I'll be a cucked cuckold.'
I - 'Not even the sky. I'm not denying that on more than one occasion before going to therapy, I was tempted to go out and hook up with some stranger, but I didn't because it would have been betraying you and I could never live with that. But in these two months I've gone eight times to therapy, each time with a different therapist and they've fucked me in ways I couldn't even imagine, but they were just objects to calm my sexual anxiety, they only work there and I don't have contact with them except for the time it takes for the session, during which we don't talk more than when they give me an order or insult me and you won't deny that since I've been going to therapy things are much better between us, for me it's the only thing that matters to me.'
I had no idea how to counter his arguments, besides having very present in mind that I was the one who left her for prostitutes. So I simply accepted the situation and we went back to resuming our relationship as a couple, despite being aware that every week another guy would fuck my wife at their convenience and even get paid for it. This made me feel ridiculous, so I kept refusing to go with her to therapy, I didn't want to get there and have everyone laugh at me because of cuck. What I did instead was go back to Dr. Castro's consultation and accompany Elena to her therapy.www.everythinglatinos.com/story/129085/
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Those distant times when Elena was a shy, very sweet and slightly prudish girl in bed, for her sex should always be delicate and very conventional, of course unthinkable without a solid sentimental relationship. It's true that with her sex usually was too sweet and monotonous, almost in the dark, always in the missionary position and almost in silence, although I didn't need much more when we got married. Over time she relaxed, there could be a faint light, we tried other positions and occasionally she could say some naughty things, but I wanted to feel that sex was sex and not love.
My great mistake I committed on the day I went out to celebrate a bachelor party, ended up quite drunk and excited by the strippers at the party, ended up paying a professional to give me a blow job, a practice that Elena thought was disgusting.
I enjoyed the blow job, but while she was sucking me off, I saw Elena, not the professional, and when I came I felt like a jerk, didn't say anything to Elena, but started to pamper her constantly to calm my feeling of guilt, so much that she got suspicious, started asking me questions and ended up confessing my infidelity. I knew I was destroying her by discovering that I wasn't satisfied sexually. Seeing her cry like that depressed me, tried to console her telling her how much I loved her, that sex was something secondary, but it didn't work and I went for a tranquilizer. When I got back I saw the front door open, ran out in time to see her running down the stairs, chased after her, before reaching the street I heard a screech, a loud thud, screams and found Elena lying on the floor unconscious, she had been run over while crossing the street.
My next memory is of the hospital talking to a doctor, Elena had a subarachnoid hemorrhage, with no other solution but to control her evolution and wait. Luckily she had a miraculous recovery, we were home a week later, except for the pains. due to the apparent lack of sequelae, although we should be vigilant for any abnormal symptoms. The first thing that should have alerted me was her sexuality. On the second day at home, Elena sexually claimed me and for the first time wanted to get on top. From then on, every day Elena showed more uninhibited and willing to have sex, even sucked me off on my own initiative a few days later, which I loved. At one and a half months, she had a review, the tests were negative, Elena didn't have symptoms like memory loss, speech problems or coordination issues, but when I mentioned her sexual change, the doctor asked us to detail the changes, suspected it might be a consequence of the blow, asked for more tests and scheduled an appointment for the following week. The tests showed a tiny splinter on the skull piercing a brain area that was impossible to operate without putting Elena's life at risk, we should be vigilant about all the changes we could notice and return in a month. That month began our hell, Elena had become an uninhibited woman, eager for sex at all hours and in any place, it seemed like every man's dream, but hers was excessive, so much that I felt overwhelmed and unable to satisfy her. At the next consultation, the doctor advised us that Elena should see Dr. Castro, a psychologist known to him who specialized in sexual disorders and had great success with his therapies. When we went to the first appointment, our relationship was limited to discussing, fuck to reconcile and back to discussing, during almost an hour and a half we explained the situation in detail, especially Elena who didn't hesitate to talk about how much she loved sex and the pleasure she felt when we had sex. Dr. Castro said that the solution would be long and require great patience, especially from my part. He established that Elena should go twice a week and I twice a month. The two of us together on the first Monday of every month. Six months later, everything was still the same, Elena was getting more and more out of control, we were constantly arguing, Elena only reproached me for my inability to satisfy her sexually, I who was a nymphomaniac and behaved like a slut, to which she would respond that her accident was because I went to prostitutes.
I started feeling incapable of satisfying her sexuality, knowing from Elena's own mouth that in Dr. Castro's consultation she always ended up talking about her erotic fantasies, even masturbating while telling them didn't help much, the pressure was so great that I started having problems with erections, according to Dr. Castro caused by my fear of not being man enough for a woman like Elena, who wore shorter and more revealing skirts and blouses because, according to her, she liked being looked at, even had some transparent blouses and sometimes went without underwear.
We would fight over nothing, I no longer felt in love with Elena, but the worst was that during each argument I felt more resentment towards her, especially when after a fight she would masturbate regardless of whether I could hear it or not. In those moments I feared that any day she would cheat on me, if she hadn't already.
It was around this time that Dr. Castro talked to us about therapy, he only saw two solutions for Elena to control her libido, medicating her with very harsh side effects that would reduce the quality of life and cause problems with attention that would put her job at risk or attending a center managed by his daughter where they would proceed with shock therapy.
The therapy consisted of Elena being used sexually as an object by different specialists once a week. The goal was for Elena to stop feeling that excessive sexual excitement caused by an excess of brutal and degrading sex. In no case did he assure us it would work, but at least those sessions would calm the Elena's desires for several days. If we were both in agreement, which was essential, Dr. Castro would write a detailed report on Elena's problem and once studied by the center's authorities, sessions would begin.
I was hallucinating listening to him, but when my wife agreed to submit herself to him, I exploded. We had a huge fight right there, I called her every name in the book and threatened Dr. Castro with a lawsuit. Elena was also out of control, she insulted me and blamed me for everything. I left in a huff and went to sleep at a hotel to calm down and think clearly.
The following days were crazy, of course I didn't think about going back to the psychologist's office or giving my consent to that therapy, but Elena did go back and each time she came we had a fight, the rest of the time we barely spoke. Elena eventually lost all sense of modesty, always being naked at home, masturbating wherever and whenever she felt like it, even when I was there, ignoring me, making me feel very uncomfortable, especially when I got hard just looking at her.
When she did it, I would go to another room, but in reality I would hide to watch her and jerk off too. I'd get really turned on when one of the dildos I bought from the psychologist's recommendation got involved. I had no idea what to do, but my sexuality was changing, I didn't feel any desire for sex with Elena, resentment was too much, but I couldn't help getting excited watching her undress and masturbate, I tried to reason with myself about everything that had happened in this time, how we'd ended up at this point, I thought about the good things we could have if we could just agree and told myself not to take into account what we'd said during our fights because Elena was sick. Those rationalizations were less irascible, we had been without too much arguing for a couple of days, I thought it was possible to have a relationship like two normal people again, but everything went wrong when she caught me spying on her. There I was, with my cock in hand, jerking off unable to stop and squeezing it so the semen wouldn't splash just as she put herself in front of me to scold me for wanking instead of fucking her, we lost our footing and she ended the discussion saying she would start therapy immediately, whether I gave my consent or not.
I exploded when I heard her, I told her I wasn't willing to be a cuck, much less pay for other guys to fuck her and I wouldn't keep sharing a bed with a slut nymphomaniac like her. This happened just before she left for her appointment with Dr. Castro. Three hours later she returned telling me therapy could start in ten days but Dr. Castro insisted on my approval.Don't even dream it, I've already told you that I won't give my permission for you to screw around with others.
You know, Dr. Castro made an exception in my case so that I can start therapy without your approval.
If you do that, be aware of the consequences.
E went to hell.That same night I went to sleep in the guest room with the intention of asking for a divorce as soon as possible. I talked to a lawyer to start the process, but he advised me not to do it without thinking twice, so I told him and with medical reports I would have all the cards against me and I would be left with nothing. I spent the days avoiding coinciding more than necessary in the same room, but after her first therapy session, I noticed she was much calmer, her face didn't show the tension of before, even greeting me with a smile and certain sweetness that I hadn't seen for a long time. In the following weeks it was Elena who sought a closer relationship between us, still being naked around the house, but no longer masturbating anywhere. Except for always being naked, which gave me a certain thrill, she behaved more like the loving wife I married, but I was wary of how long this would last. Despite this, out of simple education, I became more amiable and affectionate towards her, even accepting that she tell me some details about her therapy. She insisted on how good it would be to give my approval to the therapy and explained that if I accompanied her, I could see the session through a mirror, if I wanted to, without either of us or the therapist knowing whether I was looking or not. She also admitted that her resentment had disappeared since she started with the sessions. She spoke seductively, naked, sitting next to me on the couch, listening as I described how she had tied and fucked me at her pleasure, making me come until I was exhausted, inexplicably I was getting excited. Elena didn't just describe what happened, she explained in detail her feelings during those moments, without stopping repeating how much she thought about me during the session. My erection wasn't overlooked, she caressed it with her hand while smiling at me and asking if she could give me a blow job. No, for the first time in all these years Elena asked me if I wanted sex, before the atrocity always had to be me who insisted, but since then she was the one taking the initiative without accepting a negative. Elena kissed me on the mouth rubbing her tits against my chest, the way of kissing me, the movements of her tongue in my mouth, the softness of her lips, everything made me crazy, at the same time she started to unbutton my pants catching my cock with her hand and caressing it with an unknown skill for me. She separated our mouths and bent down until she reached my cock, letting her saliva fall on my glans to lubricate it, her fingers extended it smoothly as she passed her tongue along the entire length of my cock until she reached my balls and licked them. She made the return journey arriving again at my glans and slowly, while massaging my testicles with her hands, she went in and out of her mouth until she swallowed me whole. She did it without anxiety, making me feel that the only important thing was my pleasure, I had imagined a pleasure like this in my life, it transcended the physical, it was something much more intense than what I am capable of explaining. This way she stayed for a good while, with my cock totally hard inserted into her mouth until her throat, moving her tongue along it as much as possible and massaging my testicles with her hands spreading the drool that dripped from her mouth. She pulled it out as slowly as she had put it in, played with her tongue on my glans, sucked it, kissed it, went down again along the entire length of my cock with her lips, then up the opposite side and repeated it several times before putting it back in until her throat, but this time I didn't know what was moving in her throat that touched my glans directly. I looked down, our gazes crossed, she smiled as much as she could without taking her cock out and made a little pressure to put it in a bit more, when doing so, she gave a hiccup, tears welled up in her eyes, but She kept smiling and I just closed my eyes, threw my head back, and enjoyed it. Elena continued to suck and insert my cock into her mouth until the throat, slowly at first, then accelerating her movements when she noticed I was about to come, stopping, letting me relax, and then resuming her movements without stopping, gently massaging my balls with her saliva, sometimes grabbing them by the base with force and stretching them, or leaving my cock alone to lick and put it in her mouth. I had lost track of time, everything was spinning around me, feeling my cock bigger and harder than ever before, I'm not sure if it was due to the oral sex she performed on me with her mouth, but it was an incredible sensation, feeling like my ejaculation would be imminent, so I told her, didn't want her to be caught off guard, thought she'd take it out of her mouth, but no, she kept it inside without doing anything, just felt her lips around the base of my glans. I tried not to come, but it was impossible and I noticed my semen coming out slowly, but unimpeded, and Elena didn't do anything, opened my eyes and saw her looking at me, now with her mouth open, tongue out, my cock resting on her and the semen still flowing slowly, covering all of her tongue. Elena squeezed my cock with her fingers from base to glans, getting more semen out of me, I felt like I hadn't finished coming yet, but my erection had disappeared. Elena showed me her mouth full of my semen, distributed it all over her mouth with her tongue and swallowed it as if it were a delicacy, still smiling. She was beautiful there, naked, kneeling in front of me, smiling after giving me the best blow job of my life, and then she said: If you ever want a blow job, as long as we're together, tell me. I promise that I'll do this same and even better just to enjoy seeing you come like I saw you today.
Until tomorrow, that you rest.
I didn't know how to react at that moment, she got up, gave me a kiss on the lips and went to her room, I didn't stop looking as she walked away moving her ass, an ass that always seemed spectacular to me, but one she always felt ashamed of and now it looked with pride. When I could react, I got up and went to my room, it was hard for me to fall asleep, I kept feeling something for my wife, I couldn't forget all the fights we had, but this new Elena was confusing me, except for small moments when that demanding and rough Elena from the last few months would come out again. She had become a sweet, affectionate, funny, happy and completely uninhibited woman with whom I could talk about anything.
The next day it was Elena who woke me up, she did it with kisses and cuddles, she was still naked and when she saw that I was already awake, she lay down beside me resting her head on my chest telling me how happy she felt.Sweetheart, last night you made me very happy, I've missed you so much and I know that things will never be the same as when we got married, but I feel like if we're able to forget all those horrible things we've said to each other lately, we can be very happy.
What do you want to say?
Simply that I love you and having you by my side is what makes me the happiest. I know you have to process many things and I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to wait for as long as necessary without overwhelming you. When you think it's time, you'll have me.
I don't know, I'm very confused. Your anxiety about sex scares me, but I have to admit that last night was incredible.
E - Are you referring to the blow job? Many thanks, sweetheart, I loved making you come that way, so much that I came without even touching myself.
What's up? I didn't see you make any gesture.
It's hard to explain. It's not like when I cum from fucking or masturbating, it's something else, something internal and very cerebral, although my pussy gets wet too. By the way, would you like another blow job? I'd be delighted to do it, but only if you feel like it. I'll never ask for sex again, but I'll give you all you want and whenever you want.
A - 'Don't you want it even when I ask you for it?'
Dear, I'm still anxious for sex at all hours, but I'm learning to control it thanks to therapy. Dr. Castro was partly right about its effects, I don't feel anything against sex, nor do I think I'll ever feel that way no matter how much therapy I undergo, he was completely wrong on that point, but despite still being equally anxious for fuck, I've learned to channel my anxieties in another way.
No, Elena, I don't want you to get illusions about something I'm not capable of assimilating and I also don't want to take advantage. It's true that last night you gave me the greatest pleasure I've ever felt, but it's not enough for me to accept making a clean slate. I feel like I still have resentment towards everything that happened since we got back from the hospital.
I know, darling, and I don't expect to get anything by making you always want it, but I also enjoy doing it, so you have no commitment, not even the one of giving me pleasure.
While talking, I was already caressing my cock, let her continue with her caresses without saying a word. Unlike the previous day and due to our position, I could touch her tits, ass, legs, and also her pussy, which was totally soaked. The blowjob was almost better than the one from the night before, especially because after finishing, I asked her not to leave and she stayed curled up on my chest. All this happened a month after starting therapy, but it took nearly twenty more days until I decided to sleep with her again. During those days, she almost sucked me off daily, sometimes at my request and always with joy, smiling, without demanding anything and only concerned about my own pleasure. On my part, I felt an absolute disinterest in fucking, specifically in making her come, I only cared about my own pleasure, to a large extent I realized it was due to my rejection of all those times I had to fuck with her without wanting to, many of them as part of a reconciliation that wasn't real. This worried me quite a bit, considering it was an obstacle to retaking our relationship.Elena, you should know that although I love it when you suck me off, I don't feel any desire to do anything to give you pleasure. It's something directly related to our discussions of the last few months.
I understand you and know it will be very difficult for that to change, but I don't want you by my side just for sex, I want you by my side because of love. My sexuality is satisfied with therapy and seeing how you enjoy my blowjobs. In part, it's my way of making up for everything that happened due to my behavior.
So then... Would it be the same if I never made you feel loved again?
No affection. It's the same to me if you never fuck with me again, we make love when I hug you, when we talk, when you look at me. You can only give that to me and you do it despite that resentment you still have towards me.
And don't you care that I still hold a grudge against you?
E - It's not about whether I care or not, it's about assuming my mistakes and accepting the consequences. Dr. Castro helped me see things from another perspective and value our relationship above my illness. That's why I'm telling you that I don't mind if our sex is limited to you sucking me off whenever you want.
What would happen if one day I wanted to f**k someone else?
I hope it never happens, because if it did, you would break my heart.
But you screw with another every week and I'm willing to accept it, instead you tell me that you wouldn't accept if I desired someone else. It seems a bit unfair and selfish on your part.
It's very different affection. I'm not going to fuck with another one every week like you say. I'm going to therapy to calm and control my sexual anxiety. From my side, I don't feel any desire towards those men as people, let alone anything sentimental. What you're saying would imply that you'd want to fuck that supposed woman and possibly also have some feeling towards her.
A - 'Oh, see, because of that three-rule thing, I'll be a cucked cuckold.'
I - 'Not even the sky. I'm not denying that on more than one occasion before going to therapy, I was tempted to go out and hook up with some stranger, but I didn't because it would have been betraying you and I could never live with that. But in these two months I've gone eight times to therapy, each time with a different therapist and they've fucked me in ways I couldn't even imagine, but they were just objects to calm my sexual anxiety, they only work there and I don't have contact with them except for the time it takes for the session, during which we don't talk more than when they give me an order or insult me and you won't deny that since I've been going to therapy things are much better between us, for me it's the only thing that matters to me.'
I had no idea how to counter his arguments, besides having very present in mind that I was the one who left her for prostitutes. So I simply accepted the situation and we went back to resuming our relationship as a couple, despite being aware that every week another guy would fuck my wife at their convenience and even get paid for it. This made me feel ridiculous, so I kept refusing to go with her to therapy, I didn't want to get there and have everyone laugh at me because of cuck. What I did instead was go back to Dr. Castro's consultation and accompany Elena to her therapy.www.everythinglatinos.com/story/129085/
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