Therapy

Michelle was scooping a streak or cum from the floor with her tongue when her eyes met yours. They winded suddenly and she rose to her knees. She was totally naked. Her pretty hair and face was crisscrossed with cum, and her large round breasts still shined with moisture.

"Oh my god, John, I... I..."

You only crossed your arms and stared forlornly at her.

"...I can explain," she squeaked.

"No, you can't," you sighed. "But I can."

You wrapped the living room afghan around her shoulders and sat her gingerly down on the couch. She trembled and cried and begged you to forgive her, but you ignored the infidelity and stuck to the science. It wasn't really for her sake- broaching the subject of her very recent gangbang in your own living room would break your heart, so you did your best to ignore it.

You explained the addiction to her- the symptoms, the severity of her case, and of course, the cure. It was clear that she was having trouble dealing with it, but knowing was half the battle. There was help.

Michelle wiped her face and smiled thankfully at you through glassy eyes. She held you close and promised to try and control herself. She begged you for help.

"Michelle," you began, "the clinic hosts a weekly group training session. They teach you about your... urges, and how to properly get help. If I'm not there to... help you, you'll just have to get help in the most prudent possible way."

She nodded, emerald eyes wide. "Yes, of course, I'll go to the very next session. Thank you." She threw her arms around you.

You patted her back gently, **** to get too close. "Now there's two different classes. One is for single women and that one, well, I don't want you to go to that one."

"Why not?" she asked innocently. "I should get help as soon as possible, right?"

"Yes, well... at that class, the methods are a bit more... libertine. I would rather you go to the class for women in monogamous relationships. That one teaches you the more... chaste methods."

"Oh..." she bit her lip. "Yes, of course that's the one I want to go to too."

"Good. Now let's get you cleaned up and into bed." You started to stand, but she gripped your hand.

"John?" she asked sweetly. "Can you give me another dose?"

You paused, amazed. She had just had at least five not an hour ago. Could she really need so much? In any case, you weren't about to say no.

You simply stood and opened your slacks. To your surprise, your erection flew out rock hard and slapped against her cheek. Michelle wasted no time and sucked your cock into her pouty mouth with a swoon. She planted her hands above her naked breasts and began to suck you deep into her mouth- deeper than she ever had before.

Despite yourself, you felt a little jealous anger well up. You felt like punishing her for her slutty ways, and you began to pound your cock deep into her throat. To your astonishment, this only made her moan harder, and soon you were fucking her throat with abandon. Gack, gack, gack, she went with no sign of stopping. You couldn't believe it; your pure and conventional housewife was throatfucking like a professional.

It was too much. You made fists in her beautiful hair and shouted as you came deep into her throat.