Dr. Rose’s piercing green eyes unveiled my mind and soul. She was fierce, relentless, and dedicated to the evolution of my relationship with my wife.

We’d began seeing Dr. Rose, an esteemed therapist and marriage counselor, after a few rocky months. I loved my wife with my whole heart, but our previously serene years of marriage had been marred by turbulence lately.

Admittedly, I had been a bit cold recently. Maybe some old, deep-rooted insecurities had flared up. I hadn’t been as affectionate with my wife for a few months, and had acted like more as a traditional macho archetype than my normal self.

But I hadn’t expected to hurt her anywhere near as much as it did. I’d agreed to counseling cause that was the last thing I wanted to do. She just told me she wanted “the old me” back and thought this was the best way to help us heal.

Dr. Rose saw deep into me. She saw my insecurities, my flaws, the shadows I’d rather conceal. But underneath it she saw a very good heart, and a great husband. She was determined to change the nature of our relationship and strengthen our connection.

But she wanted me to be remorseful. Even a step below my wife, so I’d adore and dote on her like my goddess. At first I thought it was some typical feminist agenda. But there was something deeper at play.

“You will stay completely silent for the next 30 minutes,” the therapist said to me. “It is crucial for this exercise. Ok?”

I nodded.

“Jen,” Dr. Rose said to my wife. “I want you to come over here, and bend over this desk.”

Jen and I raised our eye brows but she agreed - she trusted the therapist - and she walked over and did as she said. Dr. Rose placed a blindfold over my wife’s eyes as she stared into mine.

“Arch your back more. Put your butt higher in the air. Then stay still. Do not be alarmed by what happens next.”

Suddenly, a tall, muscular, handsome black man entered the room. His masculine sexual aura radiated throughout the room as he locked eyes with Dr. Rose and sauntered towards the desk.

I was speechless. He shamelessly began massaging my wife’s firm, round ass.

“Just be silent and enjoy this, Jen. But in a few minutes, I will ask you to make a decision to either lift your skirt or leave it as it is. It is completely your decision and your husband will respect it. The power is yours. Do you understand?”

Jen nodded, her eyebrows tensed in confusion, her mouth slightly open with undeniable arousal.