Many years ago, when my now ex-wife and I were going through a rough patch, we sought marriage counseling. It was honestly a really good thing for both of us and for me as an individual. I didn’t pick our counselor, but my wife could not have found a hotter one. She was the very definition of a cougar. Tall, long legs, tight body, long blonde hair, beautiful smile, blue eyes, and huge, perky tits. To be honest, I’m surprised my wife picked her, given how hot she was.

Anyway, we had mostly focused on my issues during the first couple of months. After several sessions, we dove into some stuff surrounding my wife. Right before the session, I had found her sending nudes and sexting with some of my friends. That night, she and I had sex, but she clearly was unsatisfied, and she voiced her frustration, then went to sleep on the couch.

So we went into the session already kind of on edge. The counselor picked up on that and tried to ease us into talking about it gently. The counselor said this seemed out of character for her and suggested that, instead of being upset, I ask her to talk about what led her to those actions. I was met with resistance until my wife finally admitted she was bored sexually.

The therapist nodded. “Okay, we are getting somewhere. Now we know the problem, we can work on a solution,” or something like that.

My wife just looked at her and then back at me, frustrated, then back to the therapist. “Well, his dick is this big (she held up her fingers showing it was 3-4” big) and he cums in 30 seconds, so unless you can fix that, I’m all out of ideas.”

My therapist’s jaw just dropped, and she sat there, speechless, for a few seconds. Then my wife cried and apologized. She said she didn’t mean for it to come out so badly, but she feels guilty because, since we’ve been together, she misses bigger dicks. She admitted that the friends she was sending nudes to have bigger dicks, and whenever she and I have sex or she masturbates, she thinks about the hung men she’s been with.

Our therapist offered a lot of helpful advice (for $120/hour, I’d hope so), and we ended up having a constructive conversation. It was definitely embarrassing having the therapist hear that I had the smallest dick my wife’s ever been with, I’ve routinely cum trying to stick it in, I was the only guy never to give my wife an orgasm from penetration, and I couldn’t use regular size condoms. But since then, I’ve recommended her to everyone who’s ever asked because she was an awesome therapist.

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So this is more about the sessions during marriage counseling. To be clear, there are humiliating parts of this, but nothing is outright blatant humiliation. The counselor was very professional throughout. The humiliating part was just from two hot women talking about my small dick and how much of a problem it was, openly.

Anyway, during that first session, she gave us some helpful advice about communication. She was very clear that she wasn’t a sex counselor but would try to help. Some of the advice was for my wife to let me know what she wanted more during sex, to be honest about her desires, and if she was comfortable, tell me more about the past experiences that she enjoyed so we could try to work towards creating those experiences ourselves.

I want you to please fast forward to our next session, and our therapist was eager to hear how things went. Spoiler alert: they didn’t go great. My wife offered up a very fake “things are fine.”

The counselor immediately called bullshit on it and asked her to be honest.

My wife told her that she felt bad for not enjoying the sex, but it was hard to get out of the funk of needing more (dick).

“You knew about his size and premature ejaculation (so embarrassing to hear her say that out loud) when you married him. So we need to find out what has changed to make it more of a problem than it was back then.”

My wife then told her it’s always been a problem, but the last few months she’d been craving her earlier experiences more and more. She hadn’t been able to get the hung men she’d been with out of her head, and she felt guilty about that. My wife was undoubtedly one of the horniest women I’ve ever met, so this all made sense. We talked some more, and finally, my wife admitted she knew what triggered things for her. She told us how she had seen a guy named Andrew at work. They usually never crossed paths, but back in the day, they hooked up constantly.

She told us how his pants were particularly snug, and she could see his bulge. That’s when I found out Andrew was the biggest cock she’d ever had and the best sex. She admitted that night she had a sex dream so good she had to wake up and masturbate. Then it clicked for me. I woke up that night, and she was using her vibrator. I asked for help, but she brushed me off. She probably played with it for an hour before going back to bed. Ever since that night, she said she can’t stop thinking about all the good sex she used to have, especially with Andrew.

I was kind of shocked.

If the therapist was shocked, she hid it well. She talked about how there are often triggering events like that and how comparison is the thief of joy and all that good stuff.

Then she told us she’d been researching things to help couples in our situation. I know she meant it innocently, but she asked, “Is it the length or the girth that is the focus of your thoughts?”

And my wife just looked at me and went, “Both… He’s like this big,” she said, holding up her hands to display both my small length and small girth.

I am a silver member of the small dick club!

“Oh, umm… Okay… Well, I didn’t need the display,” our therapist kind of chuckled. “But I looked into some options that may help.” Then she showed us some penis sleeves I could wear. She said she talked to a colleague, and it had helped some of her clients.

My wife didn’t hate the idea but said, “What about his other problem?”

“Right… Um, I think his wearing this should help make things last a little longer. But if it doesn’t, there are medications that can help so that he can ask his GP about them.”

And then time was up.

 

The End.

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