Fucking Therapy

Me and my husband Roger had been having a lot of difficulties recently in our marriage.  We'd not had sex for months and he had become really cold, distant and uncaring.  I was convinced it had something to do with that little slut Zoe at his office - the new blonde intern that had just started - but he denied it.   Then one day I caught him jerking off over her instagram account and I lost it.

Roger told me it was just a little crush - he had this thing for tight, young, bitches like Zoe.  He confessed that he couldn't stop masturbating thinking about her perfect young pussy and her hot home-wrecking body.  He wanted her so badly that he was like some addict.  I was furious... he was destroying our marriage of 20 years over some dumb, manipulative floozy that probably wouldn't fuck him anyway!  Why were men such douchebags?

I demanded that Roger come to marriage therapy with me.  I'd recently been introduced to Dr Johnson through a mutual friend and he claimed he could help us.

"I offer a very special... service here," he smiled as we met him for the first time.  "Roger... your obsession for this girl Zoe is destroying your marriage.  But I can help you live out and banish your fantasy with your lovely wife here.  I had a colleague of mine break into Zoe's apartment and take some of her clothes, make-up and lingerie.  We are going to dress your lovely wife up to be just like Zoe and hypnotise you into believing she is her.  When you finally fuck 'Zoe' your obsession will be completed and your lust for Zoe will be transferred over to your wife again."

I hated the plan at once - after all I had no desire to put on anything belonging to that wicked little skanky bitch, but Dr Johnson convinced me I should.  I didn't really understand why I had to - surely if Johnson was going to hypnotise Roger into believing I was Zoe, that would have been enough?  He was only too happy to explain.

"By putting on her clothes you will learn to empathise with Zoe and lose your hatred for her," grinned Johnson. "Once you understand that Zoe is just a shallow, vain, selfish little bitch - you will feel less jealous of her and more comfortable with her working with your husband.  You'll realise he is just entertaining a harmless fantasy.  A girl like Zoe would never waste her time on a loser like him."

After much persuasion, I begrudgingly agreed and I made my way next door, where I found a suitcase of Zoe's clothes and all her makeup and perfume ready and laid out for me.  This was crazy, I would never fit in her much smaller clothes... something about this didn't feel right.

I began to get changed, pulling off my own clothes and putting on Zoe's.  The dumb little bitch really did wear the sluttiest clothes and I had to admit it felt kind of hot as I squeezed into her lingerie and her high waisted skirt.  Her slutty tits must have been three sizes bigger than mine, my own not even filling her bra a little, and I could barely breath in her skirt as it was so tight.

Doctor Johnson had provided a wig that looked exactly like Zoe's hair and as I pulled it on, I frowned as it settled into place.  I felt kinda weird... kinda... slutty.

"What the fuck?" I grunted as I suddenly felt my tits tingle and looking down I gasped as they swelled up to fill my bra.  My body burned and I lost weight... getting younger at the same time as all of Zoe's clothes suddenly fit me perfectly.  Walking over to the mirror, my mouth dropped open as I saw Zoe's face looking back at me.  I was now a gorgeous, busty, twenty year old bitch with a tight pussy and attitude.

I noticed a note on the vanity and picked it up.  "Dear 'Zoe'... my apologies for my misdirection, but my clients never believe me when I tell them about my 'special therapy' as they don't tend to believe in magic.   You are now an exact physical copy of the woman you hate - Zoe.  Your husband will soon believe that you are her thanks to my hypnotherapy and you can help him live out his fantasy and rid him of this obsession."  

So that was it... Dr Johnson had transformed me into a copy of Zoe for real!  I grinned, feeling energised and full of power.  Was this how it felt to be a slutty bitch?  I think I liked it.  "Screw your shitty plan Dr Johnson, I have a better idea..." I purred grabbing my bigger tits and moaning.  "I think I like being Zoe, now why the fuck would I waste this body on that loser husband of mine?"

I strode back into the therapy room to find Dr Johnson and my husband waiting for me.

"Ah Zoe... here you are.  I'll just leave you and Roger here alone for a while and..."

"You're not going anywhere," I grinned grabbing Dr Johnson by the crotch and pushing my husband away disinterestedly.

"No... what are you doing?" asked Johnson aghast as I fumbled at his crotch.  "You're supposed to have sex with Roger now and cure his obsession..."

"Listen Doc, I appreciate you trying to fix my marriage, but fuck that.  I think it will be more fun to make that loser Roger watch whilst the girl of his dreams gets fucked in front of him, knowing he can never have her.  What do you say?"

"No... stop it, we shouldn't do this... Roger's mind is still soft from the hypnotherapy... doing this will only increase his obsession for Zoe and turn him into a mindless gooner."

"Mmmmh, sounds pretty hot to me Doc.  Now stick that fat cock inside my tight new pussy.  I wanna know how it feels to get fucked like a hot young bitch instead of a boring housewife. "

Johnson's dick was rock hard as I rubbed and stroked it and I saw that he couldn't resist me anymore. "Ooooh, fine you dirty slut... if this is what you really want, we'll fuck up your husband for life." 

"Yeah, stick it deep inside me Doc, make me cum as Zoe... I've heard somewhere she's a squirter... lets see if I can drench my stupid husband in her cum... he'll enjoy that."

I lay out on the sofa in only my stockings and rubbed my wet cunt.  My bitchy big tits felt great as I spread my dripping pussy wide and grunted in satisfaction as the Doctor rammed his big cock into me.  It felt amazing!

"Mmmmmmh, ohhhh yeah... bet you wish this was you hey Roger?" I moaned as my stupid husband watched docilely " Come on you pussy... get nice and close, you don't wanna miss this..."  Roger obeyed and I began to feel my first orgasm building.  I was so fucking wet and my horny young body felt amazing as I began to squeal and moan.  I hadn't realised till this point how softer and bitchier my voice now was - I sounded just like Zoe.

"Ohhh fuck, I'm cumming... I'm squirting I'M CUMMING EVERYWHERE!"  I screamed as wet cum erupted from my pussy and sprayed all over Roger's face and shirt.  He moaned - in some sort of ecstasy and I giggled to see how pathetic he was.

"Damn your pussy is amazing," groaned Dr Johnson as he continued to fuck me.  "This is the tightest pussy I ever fucked... I love it. Mmmmh, I wonder how many times I can make you cum?"

"Ooooooh, I don't know... but I can't wait to find out," I moaned.  We switched positions, me now riding him as I bounced up and down like a naughty cowgirl and rubbed my clit as I rode.  I felt like such a fucking Goddess... I loved being Zoe.

"Fuck yes I'm gonna cum again," I screamed, more squirt flying out to cover Roger and soak his shirt, as I furiously massaged my clit and sprayed everywhere.

This was the best fucking sex I had ever had.  I felt like a pornstar and I wanted to try every position and keep getting fucked so badly.  "Do me doggy... fuck me like a bitch, right in his face," I giggled and the Doctor eagerly obeyed spinning me round and pushing his dick deep inside me as he started to bang me like a bitch in heat.

"Oh fuck, yeah take it you slut," he groaned fucking me deeper and deeper and making my eyes roll back in my head as I groaned in lustful satisfaction.  "Yes, YES.. deeper... harder... FUCK ME!"

I moaned and giggled, wet slaps filling the air as Johnson's balls pounded up against my ass and the couch shook.  The smell of sex filled the air and I grabbed Roger's shirt to steady myself as I was reamed... the stink of my own cum all over him.  He gazed at me in desire... completely obsessed with me... with Zoe.  It made me even wetter.

"Shit, I can't take much more... I'm gonna cum", groaned Johnson and I pouted as he pulled his dick out of me.  Still, I was about to get a yummy reward so it wasn't so bad...

"Yeah, cum all over my face," I begged, opening wide. It was ironic really that it wasn't my face, it was Zoe's... but then again there was no face I'd rather have now.  The Doctor groaned and began to orgasm, his thick cum dripping over my chest and in my mouth as I licked and sucked it up like Candy.

"Ahhhh that tastes so good, maybe you should try some?" I laughed grabbing my husbands head and giving him a deep cummy kiss.  He moaned, getting kissed by Zoe was his ultimate fantasy.

Pushing him away I stood up and fingered my freshly fucked pussy...  I still felt horny... damn this body was a sex machine.

"Well Doc, I think my marriage is totally fucked and I don't really care."

"Yes," he grinned, "I usually hate failing, but there were certain advantages this time.  Now then, I'll use my magic to turn you back to normal..."

"WAIT!  Are you crazy?" I grinned.  "I wanna stay like this... I wanna be Zoe forever now."

"Hmmmm, I shouldn't really... it would be unethical to leave two of you around here,"

"Fuck that bitch... can't you hypnotise her to think she is someone else and transform her into the old me or something?"

"Well I guess I could but... ohhh shit... ohhh fuck..."

I was already sucking on his dick again and persuading him that it was the best course of action.  As the man that used to be my husband watched me squeeze and suck another load of cum out onto my big tits, I was already looking forward to assuming Zoe's hot life and becoming the biggest slut in town. 

This was definitely the best fucking therapy I had ever had...

THE END