I was always an outspoken advocate for therapy. Although I never thought that I had any serious trauma to work through, I felt that everyone could benefit from therapy in some way or another. So, when my (ex) girlfriend suggested couples’ therapy for us, I was all for it.

I had never had a serious girlfriend before I started dating Amelia. We lasted a good year and a half before a job opportunity took her across the country. It was a reasonably happy relationship, but I think we both realized it wasn’t enough to justify her turning down the job or me moving to a city I didn’t want to live in. We both had flaws, as all people do, but some things proved to be major obstacles for us. For instance, I had a serious problem with jealousy. You see, Amelia was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met. She had long, brown hair, a perfectly shaped face, captivating hazel eyes, and a cute button nose. Her body was amazing, too. Her curves turned heads everywhere we went, and her DD breasts must have been the cause of many a fight for other couples when she wore something low-cut. I felt like I won the lottery when she first said yes to going out with me. But, as time passed, I couldn't handle knowing that every time she was out by herself, and even sometimes when I was with her, she would get hit on by a hundred different guys, girls, they/thems, and everyone in between. It’s not that I didn’t trust her, I did, but my mind was inclined to wander. A few months before we broke up was when we started to see Dr. Lana Ross.

Dr. Ross, or Lana, as she preferred us to call her, was a licensed couples therapist. Amelia had won a voucher for three free sessions in some charity raffle and I suggested we cash it in to hear a professional’s perspective about some of the things we were working through, including my jealousy problems. From the beginning, I could tell that Amelia did not like Lana. I wasn’t sure if it was something about her specifically, or just a general distrust in therapy, but she always seemed a little cold and stand-offish when we went to see her. Because of that, our first three sessions were uneventful, and when I suggested paying to see Lana regularly, Amelia shot me down. I felt I was benefitting from the experience, though, and continued to see her regularly. When Amelia and I broke up, Lana was instrumental in helping me process my emotions and get through the situation. Despite the break-up being mutual on the surface, it was Lana’s professional opinion that my jealousy was one of the reasons we did not try harder to stay together. In order to help me before I entered other relationships in the future, she suggested I attend a special group session with some of her other patients who were going through similar situations. I agreed and marked the date on my calendar.

I showed up to Lana’s office ten minutes early. There were four other guys in the waiting room. A sign on the office door instructed us not to speak until the session officially started, so we sat there together, silently observing each other. About fifteen minutes later, Lana opened the door and told us to come in. The room had been arranged differently than in past sessions; there were five chairs in a semi circle facing a long, cushioned bench, where Lana took her seat. The other patients and I sat in the chairs. We all looked unremarkable, but Lana seemed somewhat gussied up that day. She had long blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Her skin was pale, but her cheeks had a hint of rosiness to them. She was wearing makeup, which I hadn’t seen her do before. Instead of her typical business-casual pants and sweaters, she was wearing a dark blue skirt and matching jacket over a light blue button-down shirt. I noticed her top few buttons weren’t done, exposing a bit of her chest. She had small boobs, so this view was not quite as risque as it would have been had Amelia been wearing the same. 

“Well,” she said, looking at all of us from the center of the room, “I’m sure you all know why you’re here today. Each of you recently went through a break-up with a woman, partly or wholly caused by your jealousy of seeing her interact with other men. That is not something to be ashamed of, gentlemen. It is perfectly natural to feel that way. In fact, you should applaud yourselves for being open enough about your feelings to continue to see me in your own time. Today will be a crash course in managing your jealousy and working on your patience, so that, in your future relationships, you will be more accepting of what you can not control. I will say that you are a very promising group, seeing as you all followed the instructions not to communicate with each other in the waiting room. Well done.” One man raised his hand. “Yes? Do you have a question?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I was wondering, since this is a group session, how come we weren’t allowed to get to know each other a little bit beforehand? I feel a little weird talking about my personal issues in front of people whose names I don’t even know…”

“I’m glad you asked,” Lana responded. “It may seem strange (and I must admit that this will be a very unorthodox session), but it will be more realistic if our exercise is done among complete strangers.”

“Realistic?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “We will be simulating situations in which you would feel jealous of your girlfriend. I, of course, will play that role, since you all have been seeing me by yourselves for some time now and have developed a close relationship with me. Every other man in this room is, both in real life and the simulation, a complete stranger. You will watch them interact with me and take note of your feelings and reactions. I want you all to take a second to really immerse yourself in this… fantasy.” We all closed our eyes and sat in silence for a moment. I thought about all the things I had told Lana that I wouldn’t dare tell another soul. I really did feel like I had a close relationship with her. I opened my eyes. “Now,” she said, approaching the man farthest to the right, “I’ll start here and go down the line.” She put his hand on his shoulder and started flirting with him, saying the usual things, playing with her hair, laughing at everything he said, etc. She did the same for the next guy and each of us after. After she finished her little dialogue with the last one, she took off her jacket and began unbuttoning her shirt. 

“Okay,” she said, looking at all of us. “This is where I want you to really dig in deep and take note of how this makes you feel. My goal is that, after this experience, there will be very little that can make you jealous of your girlfriends. Everything I say from now on until we finish will be as your girlfriend, not your therapist.”

She took off her shirt and pulled down her skirt. To all of our surprise, she was wearing black lingerie. She walked over to the first guy again and sat on his lap, facing him. She grabbed his face and started passionately making out with him. I couldn’t help but feel a sting of jealousy. She did the same for the next two guys, then made her way to me. She sat on my lap and kissed me. The scent of someone else’s cologne lingered on her, but I didn’t mind as much as I thought I would. Her wet lips and tongue interlocking with mine felt too good. Not to mention, she was grinding against my hard dick and didn’t protest when I grabbed her ass. As soon as it was getting good, though, she got off me and moved to the next guy. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel as jealous when she made out with him, presumably because I just had my turn. Lana then moved to her spot in the middle of the room.

“Boy, I really wish I had a dick to suck right now,” she said, sarcastically sighing and looking up at the ceiling. We all sat still for a moment. Then, unexpectedly, the guy to the right of me, who had been 3rd in our order, got up and took his dick out. It was quite large, probably about 7 inches. He stuck it in Lana’s mouth and let her start sucking. The gurgling and gagging noises she made were so hot, I had to pull my pants down and start jerking off, watching the man grab her tits as she took his dick down her throat. The other men followed suit and started jerking off as well. Lana tapped the man on the leg, and he pulled out of her mouth and sat back down. One other guy and I got up at the same time. It was a race to see who would get their dick in her mouth first, but, unfortunately, I was the loser. I decided not to give up, though. I realized I couldn’t control that he was facefucking Lana, but I could control what her hand was doing. I grabbed it and put it on my dick. She started stroking it and playing with my balls. Eventually, she took the other guy’s dick out of her mouth. I moved forward. Her lips engrossed my tip before going all the way down my shaft. She could take my cock easily down her throat, especially since her mouth was so wet from already sucking a couple other dicks. The other two guys who hadn’t gotten up yet walked to either side of her, and she started jerking them off. I put my hands on Lana’s head and fucked her face even harder. Eventually, though, I had to return to my seat. After she finished sucking the last guy’s dick, she laid back on the cushion. She took her panties off and through them in our direction. The man got closer to her and stuck his dick inside her.

“Oh, fuck!” she said, almost surprised at his size. She started moaning in pleasure as he fucked her. Another man got up and stuck his dick in her mouth, while two others made her jerk them off. Her moans were now stifled by this guy’s cock down her throat. I stood nearby, jerking off and groping her while I waited my turn. The guy fucking her pulled out and let me take his place. I slowly stuck my cock in her tight, warm pussy. She tried to moan but couldn’t because her face was being fucked by another guy. I grabbed her small tits while I fucked her, moaning in pleasure. I kissed her feet as I thrusted in and out of her, feeling my balls slap against her. I pulled out and let another guy take my place. Before he stuck it in, though, Lana told him to wait. She walked to the cabinet in the corner and pulled out a bottle of lube. She told the guy to lay on his back while she lubed up his dick. She then put a generous amount of lube on her asshole, and slowly lowered it on this guy and laid back on top of him.

“Now… ah-... everybody gets… fuck… a turn!” she said.

Another guy stuck his dick in her pussy. I couldn’t believe I was seeing my therapist get DP’ed in front of me. I stood up on the bench and stuck my dick in her mouth while she jerked off the other two guys. We were all now, in some way or another, being pleasured by Lana. The guy fucking her pussy said he was about to cum. She got up and got on her knees on the floor.

“Cum on my face while my boyfriend watches,” she said. We all stood jerking off while the guy exploded all over her face. She giggled while cum dripped down her chin and on to her chest. She told one of the men to lay down and put his dick in her pussy. I walked up and stuck my dick in her ass while she started blowing another guy. Her ass was so tight, it almost made me pass out. I fucked her slowly, feeling the other guy fuck her pussy below. I pulled her hair as the other guy fucked her throat. I used my other hand to slap her ass.

“You’re such a good girl,” I said. “You’re taking all these dicks so well. You’re our little slut, aren’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said, trying to speak with a dick in her mouth. That proved to be too much for the guy in her pussy to handle, as I could feel him cumming inside her. I pulled out of her asshole and let the guy she had been jerking off take my place, while the guy she was blowing fucked her cum-filled pussy. I fucked her mouth harder than ever, pulling on her hair to move her hair up and down. The guy fucking her ass didn’t last long, and soon exploded inside her. I took my dick out of my mouth so she could scream in pleasure while it happened. Then, there were just two of us. Lana laid on her back and let us switch places. The cum from the other guys acted as a lube as I fucked her sweet hole. She kept taking the other guy’s dick down her throat until he pulled out and came all over her face while I was fucking her. I was the last one standing, but I didn’t last much longer after that.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon,” I said before kissing her cum covered face.

“Cum down my throat, please,” Lana responded. I pulled out of her pussy and she got on her knees. I stuck my dick in her mouth and fucked her face again. She was using her tongue while she moved up and down my shaft, sending me over the edge. I pulled her head as close to me as possible as I shot ropes of hot cum down her throat. She squeezed my balls as I came, causing me to scream out in pleasure. After I finished, I pulled out of her mouth and looked at her. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show me she had swallowed it all like a good girl. She had become a complete mess; the respected therapist I knew was gone. Her hair was messy and tangled, her pussy was dripping on the floor, and her face was covered in the other guys’ cum. 

“Well,” she said, “I hope today helped you adjust to seeing other men with your girlfriend. Now you know that someone doing a double-take or asking her out is nothing to worry about. Thank you for coming today, gentlemen!”