Marriage Counseling

I had been caught cheating on my wife and I was on my knees begging her to forgive me. After she calmed down a few days later, she talked to me over breakfast one morning. My wife is taller than me and I had paid for her breats to be reduced and shapped to a D-size. She is blonde and lifts weights often, but is not muscel bound, just toned up. One might refer to her an an Amazon.

"The only way this marriage will work is if you and I see a marriage counselor," she said.

I agreed and we made our first appointment and showed up on time. The marriage counselor was Mr. Johnson, a man close to our age, mid thirties. He looked like he would have no problem getting women. After we made ourselves comfortable, my wife introduced us and Mr. and Mrs. Wimpole. Then she explained the situation and how I had cheated on her.

Mr. Johnson asked her, "How did that make you feel?"

"Angry. I still have not forgiven him yet. I can't sleep at night either."

He turned to me and asked, "What do you think about that?"

"I've said I was sorry and I don't know what else to do."

Mr. Johnson looked at my wife and I then said, "I have a few things that will help, but we need your husband to agree to do these things no matter what."

My wife turned an angry eye on my and I nodded in agreement.

"The first thing your husband must do is remove his clothing."

I said, "What?"

"This will lessen his power in the room."

My wife said, "Well, go ahead Henry. You agreed we would work on our marriage."

I stripped and the counselor gathered up my clothes and left his office for a brief moment and returned. I did feel very **** without a stitch of clothing on while the other two people in the room were clothed.

He looked at me and said, "Mr. Wimpole, I need you to lay face up on the carpet over there," he indicated with a finger.

I only had to glance at my wife to know I had ****.

"Now Mrs. Wimpole, I want you to stand over him facing his feet."

She did this and then he turned to me. "Now Mr. Wimpole, I want you to tell your wife just how sorry you are about cheating on her."

I went on and on with how sorry I was. When I finished, Mr. Johnson asked my wife, "So how do you feel about that."

She said, "I don't believe him."

"I thought so. He is not really believable, is he? I want you to sit on his face."

My wife hesitated and said, "I feel funny doing something like that in front of you."

"Don't worry. This is part of the healing process."

She lowered her large muscular ass onto my face.

"Now how do you feel Mrs. Whimple?"

"A little better. But it has not fixed anything yet."

"I see. Now I want you to lower you pants and have your husband kiss your bottom."

"What?"

"He must humilate himself to convince you he is sorry."

"But you'll see me undressed."

"Mrs. Wimple, I have seen lots of women undressed and this is part of therapy. Please proceed if you want to save your marriage."

I looked at Mr. Johnson like he was crazy. Then I saw my wife, lower her pants and squat down to my lips. Her ass was bumping my nose.

"Now Mr. Wimple, show your wife how sorry you are by kissing her there."