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Title: “The Wife’s Tainted Therapy Session”

Sarah was desperate. Her once lively sex life with her husband, Tom, had dwindled to near-arousalless encounters – a peck on the cheek, a quick missionary grunting, and then the lights out. The beast of boredom had crept into their marriage, and she yearned to rekindle the passion of their youth. That’s when she stumbled upon the tantalizing website of Dr. Luca Moretti, promising to reignite the flames of desire within even the most helpless of couples.

With a pounding heart, Sarah signed them up for the weekend intensive therapy session. The moment she arrived at the sprawling estate, she knew this would be unlike any marital counseling she’d experienced before. Dr. Moretti was a silver-tongued charmer, his eyes twinkling with the promise of forbidden pleasures as he welcomed them at the door.

As the session began, Tom was asked to sit in a plush armchair while Dr. Moretti guided Sarah into the center of the room. With a knowing smile, he blindfolded her husband, explaining he needed to be focused on his wife’s deepest desires to heal their relationship. Once Tom was securely in position, Sarah felt a shiver of anticipation as Dr. Moretti gently turned her to face away from her blindfolded spouse.

“Sarah,” he whispered huskily in her ear, “Truly nurturing your sexual health means exploring all aspects of your sexuality without fear or judgment. So often, we are held back by societal constraints, by the expectations of what we *should* do. But here, between these walls, you’ll discover what you *want*.”

Sarah felt her breath quicken as Dr. Moretti’s deft fingers began to unzip her dress, his breath hot on her neck. “Your husband is blindfolded, but he can hear everything. What I want you to do is to let yourself go. When you feel a surge of stripped-down lust, I want you to express it.”

As the garment fell away, Sarah was bare before him, but it was a slick heat between her legs that quelled any nervousness. Dr. Moretti’s hands roamed her body, touching her with an expert precision that made her gasp. “I want you to tell your husband how much you want his cock,” he coaxed.

Sarah’s cheeks flamed, but she found herself whispering, “I want you, Tom. I’m so empty without you inside me.”

“And there’s nothing more erotic than a hard cock reaming out a tight ass,” Dr. Moretti continued, his fingers drifting down to tease her puckered hole. “Don’t you crave it, Sarah? That forbidden stretch, that dirty delight?”

Sarah’s eyes widened but she found herself nodding, her body responding with a yes. And as she felt Dr. Moretti’s slick fingers push inside her ass, she moaned earnestly, the stimulation in her untouched backdoor sending shockwaves throughout her body.

“You’ve forgotten what it means to feel fully taken, Sarah,” Dr. Moretti murmured, adding a second finger and scissoring them inside her. “To surrender to carnal desires and revel in every sordid detail. To fuck so hard that your husband spills his seed and you have the tangy taste of it on your tongue.”

Sarah was beyond coherent thought, lost to the filthy words and the complete abandon of her crudely fucked ass. She could feel Tom squirming in his chair, his blindfolded arousal fueling her own, and a wanton thought took hold—she wanted him to take her, in front of their therapist, in a way he’d never had her before.

Sensing her readiness, Dr. Moretti withdrew his fingers with a dirty pop. Moments later, Sarah felt the rock solid head of Tom’s cock nudging at her rear entry. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she choked out, her voice fracturing with desperation. “Right in front of our therapist.”

With a guttural groan, Tom slammed into her, impaling her ass on his rigid shaft. The sensation was unlike anything Sarah had ever experienced—the sheer dirty depth, the painful yet electric pleasure of being plundered in such base fashion. Pain became a secondary concern to the primal ecstasy sweeping over her as Tom set a savage rhythm, stirring up her ass.

“Fuck a big load in her,” Dr. Moretti urged, his voice edged with excitement as he watched the debaucherous display. “Paint her ass white with your cum. That’s it, coat her there, make her taint yours.”

Sarah could feel Tom surging out of control, falling over the precipice as Dr. Moretti’s filthy incitement heaped pleasure upon pleasure. She felt his body convulsing, heard him roar, and then the scalding flood of his ejaculate spurting into her asshole. He shuddered, shot after shot ejaculating into her deepest channel, the filth of the act only heightening Sarah’s pleasure.

Finally spent, Tom withdrew, and Sarah collapsed onto the bed, breasts heaving. The wetness in her ass transformed into a thick glob that oozed out obscenely. She made no attempt to cover herself, relishing in her cue ball discover and she lay there wanting, cummy and dirty. It was dirty, and utterly wonderful.

After a moment, Sarah reached down and scooped a fingerful of cum, bringing it to her lips. She licked it clean, savoring the creamy texture, and moaned aloud at the primal taste of jism. “Well, I think we’ve made huge strides today,” Dr. Moretti said with an ironic grin. “Keep this momentum going, you two, and your marriage will be as strong as an ox.”