Harder
by Pan
Chapter 4
Dr. Ziblich smiled as the couple entered.
“Ah, it is my favorite clients,” he said, his dark eyes shining. “Come, come. Let us talk.”
“Hi, Doctor,” Mary beamed. Mike didn’t say anything, just looked down at the floor as he followed his wife into the room. As they sat, he shot the doctor a watery smile.
“Now, tell me, how goes the treatment?” the doctor asked, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
“It’s been amazing!” Mary said, her cheeks red. “It really feels like our marriage is back on track. Better than ever, even.”
“That is wonderful to hear,” Dr. Zibilich said warmly. “But let us dig a bit deeper. Mary, please—how is it to have been fucked regularly by real men?”
Mary’s cheeks reddened even more, and she shot a shy smile at her husband.
“I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life,” she confessed. “It’s like...they know what my body is craving, and they just...give it to me.”
“Good, good,” the doctor nodded. “I take it you have been satisfied every day, then?”
“More,” she said proudly, and the dark man’s bushy eyebrows shot up.
“Really?” he asked. “Mike, perhaps you should tell me of the specifics.”
“Well, we started with Hans,” Mike began, and his wife sighed happily at the memory. “And then...”
Dr. Zibilich held up one hand, silencing the handsome man immediately. “Please, Mike,” he said firmly. “I want you to be precise. what I said about the importance of precision when treating your wife’s condition.”
“Of course, doctor.”
“Good,” Zibilich said with a small smile. “Now, start from the top. Who was the first man to fuck your wife? Do not skip any of the details.”
The doctor settled back in his chair and waited for his patient to begin. “Well, as I said, the first was Hans...”
“Hans Schmidt,” Mary added helpfully, and the doctor shot her a grateful smile.
“I let him into our house,” Mike continued, “and then left them to it.”
Dr. Zibilich threw up his hands. “This is not the specifics I asked for! You are skimming over the very thing you are here to fix. Now, Mike, try again—tell me what happened. I want to hear everything seen, everything heard, everything smelled.”
“Right,” Mike nodded, blushing furiously. “So… Hans rang the doorbell, and I let him in, and he kissed Mary.”
“Was it but a peck?”
“Deeply,” Mike replied.
“And did you watch?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I didn’t want to watch him kiss her, so I turned away.”
“Hmm,” Dr. Zibilich said, making a note. “Why is that?”
“Well, I guess... I mean, they used to go out, and so it seemed kind of personal. Intimate. Kissing is... it’s more than just physical. There’s a lot of emotion there.”
“I see,” Dr. Zibilich said, scribbling another note. “And so, is it your desire that these other men, these real men, not provide Mary with that emotional connection?”
“I...” Mike hesitated, and his doctor shook his head slowly.
“Your wife has certain needs, and it is our job to make sure she gets what she needs. Do you think she is nothing but a body, satisfied with a physical connection?”
“O-of course not!” Mike said, and Zibilich smiled warmly.
“Then you must understand, to kiss, to be intimate... this is all part of the process. An important part. In future, I want that you should watch the kiss. You will find it is quite different from the one you share with her—more intense, more ionate.”
“I don’t know if I want to see that...”
Dr. Zibilich rolled his eyes. “I am not here for coddling, Mike. You know this. Your wife needs to be kissed by the men she fucks. It is good that you are allowing her to take other lovers; do not ruin the whole enterprise for the sake of your ego.”
“Of course, doc,” Mike said, his face red. “I’ll do it.”
“Good,” Zibilich said, nodding. “Then continue with your story. What happened next?”
“Well, after Hans kissed my wife, she dragged him to the bedroom.”
“Ah, good,” the doctor said, his teeth bright in the dark of his beard. “She is a woman who knows what she desires. You are very lucky to have her, you know this?”
“I do,” Mike nodded. “I am. They went to the bedroom and I went to the kitchen, to prepare some drinks and snacks for... when they were done.”
“And what did you hear?”
“Well... Mary was very loud. Very, uh, vocal.”
The doctor’s eyes lit up, and he shared a smile with Mary.
“I’m proud of you,” he told her. “It is very important to be expressive. It makes it much easier for your partners to pleasure you, if they know what you need.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Mary said. He turned back to her husband.
“What exactly did you hear? Be very specific.”
“Well, she said things like... ‘fuck me’, and ‘fuck me harder’, and ‘fuck me with your big dick’.”
“Good, good,” Dr. Zibilich nodded, writing. “In this way, it did not differ much from our sessions. I am glad that you were able to take what you learned here and apply it, Mary. Very clear instructions, very straightforward. I take it your former partner was able to satisfy you?”
“Oh, yes,” Mary said, her voice dreamy. “Hans and I have never had troubles in that department.”
The doctor smiled and nodded. “Did you hear anything else, Mike?”
“The bed,” he itted. “Our bed is...very creaky, and you can hear the sounds from anywhere in the house.”
“Ah, excellent!”
Mike looked at him, confused.
“With the creaking of the bed, you can ascertain the speed at which your wife is being fucked. This can give you an indication of how well the man is performing. This will be very helpful in the future, when you are assessing candidates.”
“I suppose so,” Mike itted, and the doctor clapped his hands together loudly.
“It is all a useful collection of data,” he reminded his patient. “How fast did it go? Was it rhythmic, or arrhythmic? Did it continue for the whole time, or did it slow and then speed up again? All of these are things you will want to keep track of, to best determine the suitability of a given man for fucking your wife.”
“Of course, doctor,” Mike said with a small smile. “That makes a lot of sense. I’ll take better notes next time.”
“Good,” the dark-haired man nodded. “Now, tell me more.”
“Well, it got... faster at the end, and I heard Hans finish.”
This ission, more than any other, seemed to pain Mike, and his doctor shook his head.
“You are doing so well,” he said. “I do not know why you are ashamed at such a simple thing.”
“It took a long time, and felt… it reminded me that I’m not enough. That he can go on for longer.”
“Mike, Mike,” Dr. Zibilich said. “This is a good thing. If you were enough for your wife, do you think we’d be doing this? Do you think you would have had need for our meetings in the first place? Being reminded that you are not enough for her is the best thing that can happen. You should not be ashamed of it; you should take pride in it. This is what is helping your marriage. Being reminded of what you are not, and taking the step of finding others to provide what you can’t.”
“Of course, doctor,” Mike said, looking away.
“Now, Mike,” the doctor said. “You are not finished yet. What happened next?”
“Well, I heard them get out of bed.”
“Did they use your services for their clean-up?”
“Yes,” Mike said, blushing. “They both did.”
“Excellent. And what did that look like, exactly?”
“Mary asked for a hot towel, and I provided one.”
The doctor nodded, making another note. “Did you see how she cleaned herself off?”
“Yes, doctor.”
“Tell me everything.”
“Well,” Mike said, “Mary took the towel, and she...”
His wife looked at him encouragingly. “It’s alright, honey. This is all part of the treatment. We both need to be honest and vulnerable with the doctor.”
Taking a deep breath, Mike started again. “She spread her legs, and she used it to wipe the semen from inside herself.”
“Did you see this clearly?”
“I...I did, yes,” he itted. “And I saw that she was wiping a lot out.”
“Excellent,” Dr. Zibilich said, smiling. “It is good for you to see the results of the fucking that you cannot provide. You should also take note of how much cum is present, so that you can compare the various partners. If you find one that provides more cum than others, and Mary is pleased, you will want to have that partner come back more often.”
“Of course, doctor,” Mike nodded. “That makes sense.”
“And did Hans require of anything?”
“He asked for a towel as well,” Mike said, his eyes fixed on the floor. “He used it to wipe up his penis.”
“You saw this?”
“I did, yes.”
“Describe to me what you saw.”
“I saw... I saw his cock,” Mike said, and his cheeks reddened once more. “It was about the same size as yours, but thicker.”
“And was it soft?”
“No,” Mike said. “No, it was hard. He’d...finished in my wife, but it was still hard.”
“Good, good,” Dr. Zibilich said. “This is the kind of man your wife needs to be with.”
“Of course, doctor,” Mike nodded. “And after they had both cleaned up, they were done.”
“Ah,” the doctor said, looking at his notes. “What did happen next, exactly?”
“I saw Mary and Hans leave the bedroom. She was dressed in her clothes, and he had his shirt on. They were talking and laughing together.”
“Was she glowing?” Zibilich asked.
“I... I don’t know what you mean.”
“Did she look happy? Did she look satisfied?”
“She did, yes.”
“Did she look more satisfied than after a session with you?”
Mike swallowed hard, but nodded. “She did. She looked like she does when we leave here.”
The doctor turned to Mary for confirmation.
“I felt...so alive,” she said, her cheeks flushed. “It was like nothing else I’d ever experienced.”
“Good, good,” he said, scribbling. “This is exactly what you both need. Mary, your husband should be watching the kiss every time you have a new partner.”
“Yes, doctor.”
“Come here so he can practice.”
Mike watched as his wife stood and walked over to the chair where the dark-haired doctor was sitting. He watched as Zibilich cupped her face, gently guiding her down into a kiss. He saw the way she melted into the doctor’s arms, the way her body molded against him.
Dr. Zibilich broke the kiss. “Do you see?” he said. “Your wife is a very ionate woman. She craves ion. She craves a partner who is not afraid to take control. These men she is fucking—they take control, as you cannot. You will never learn to be like them, but the watching is educational nonetheless.”
“I see,” Mike itted, his voice tight. “I see the difference.”
“Good,” Zibilich nodded. Rather than return to her seat, Mary sat upon his lap. “Continue. How were the other visits?”
“We went through the list,” Mike said. “I would call them up and ask them to fuck my wife.”
“Good, good.”
Mike told him about the other visits. The doctor asked questions, prompting for more information, until Mike’s face was bright red.
“And did anyone not satisfy you, my dear?”
“Mike’s father was disappointing,” she itted. “He was... very average. Not bad, but not great. And he kept looking at Mike.”
“I see,” the doctor said. “Well, it sounds like you have plenty of other lovers. Perhaps there is a genetic component, and Mike’s father can be struck from the list.”
The couple both nodded. Mary opened her mouth, then closed it again.
“What is it, my dear?”
“Well, it can’t be completely genetic,” she itted. “Because his brother...”
Dr. Zibilich squeezed her arm.
“Wait,” he said. “I think it would be more useful if Mike were to relay this story to me.”
The couple nodded, and Mary looked at Mike. “Go ahead, honey.”
“Right,” he said. “So he was one of the last people we ed on the list.”
“Why?” Dr. Zibilich said with a frown. Mike hesitated, but at the doctor’s stern gaze, he continued.
“Well... it was difficult for me to call him. I-I was jealous that my wife wanted to fuck my little brother.”
“Your jealousy is not important,” the doctor snapped. “It is your wife’s pleasure that is important.”
“Right,” Mike said, blushing furiously. “So when he came over, Mary gave him a hug and a kiss, and they went to the bedroom together.”
“Did you watch the kiss?” the doctor asked, and Mike nodded. “Was it better than Hans’?”
“Y-yes. I mean, it was better for my wife.”
“Then that is all that matters,” the doctor said. “You are doing well to that.”
“Yeah,” Mike said, looking away. “Anyway, they went to the bedroom, and I could hear everything. I could hear my brother fucking my wife. I could hear her telling him how much better he was than me. How much bigger and stronger he was. How much more she enjoyed being fucked by him.”
The doctor smiled, nodding. “Excellent. This will do wonders for your marriage. I’m very proud of your progress so far.”
Mike nodded. “And I could hear him... laughing. Laughing and joking about how much better at fucking he is than me.”
“That is also very good,” the doctor nodded. “Mary, were you vocal?”
“I was,” she said. “I begged him for his cock, I screamed at him to go harder, faster, deeper. I told him I wished I’d married him, instead of his pathetic brother.”
The doctor beamed. “Excellent. This is exactly the kind of language that will help bring you the pleasure you require. Now, Mike, what did the bed sound like?”
“Loud,” he said, blushing. “And fast.”
“The headboard, darling,” Mary said, and he nodded.
“Oh, yes. My brother fucked Mary so hard that the headboard started banging against the wall. It hadn’t done that with any of the other men, not even Hans or Lucas.”
“This is excellent news,” the doctor said. “Did you see his penis?”
Mike’s cheeks went bright red, and he shook his head. “No. He was... they were both dressed when they left the bedroom. But... I’ve seen it before. Even when we were teenagers, it was much larger than mine.”
“That is very good news. Were you satisfied with his fucking, my dear?” the doctor asked, and Mary nodded.
“I’ve never been fucked like that in my life. It was amazing. He made me cum and cum and cum…”
The blonde woman looked away and let out a hapy sigh.
“Well,” Dr. Zibilich said, reaching up to cup one of Mary’s breasts. “It is truly sounding like this has been one of my most successful cases. Are there any other stories of note?”
The couple exchanged a glance.
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