Slyguy999
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- Jun 7, 2017
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My depression was overwhelming. I was losing sleep and was barely functioning at the office. My whole life had been turned upside down and there was nothing I could do about it. I needed help and someone to talk too, someone who listen and understand my anxiety and perhaps help ease my pain. I searched for a psychologist online and found one that I liked. I preferred a female because I thought I would be more comfortable disussing my problem with her instead of another male. Dr Stephanie Alexander seemed a good choice for some reason, had all the crudentials and was very attractive judging by her picture. I decided to give her a shot. I called the number and a woman with a sexy bedroom voice answered, reminding me of the time before I was married and ran up my phone bill thousands of dollars just talking to a fantasy voice, and she told me that there was an opening for Friday afternoon at three o'clock. She took my name and told me to come in fifteen minutes early to fill out my personnal information.
Only two days until I could spill my heart out to someone who would listen and understand. Never in my life { I am thirty two years old } have I ever been so humiliated but there was no way to stop it from happening really. Hopefully some therapy would help. I didn't plan to tell my wife I was seeing a psychologist since she would probably see it a weakness and use it to further emasculate me. I would just go through the motions until then, do my daily chores once I came home from work, cook dinner and do the dishes. The weekends were even worse, helping her get ready for a night out with the girls, giving my wife Diamond manicures, pedicures and foot massages. I hated the sound of the little bell she rang when she summoned me to come help her do something. My wife was a diva and expected me to treat her like a total goddess.
As you can probably guess I have been cuckholded by my beautiful wife.
Only two days until I could spill my heart out to someone who would listen and understand. Never in my life { I am thirty two years old } have I ever been so humiliated but there was no way to stop it from happening really. Hopefully some therapy would help. I didn't plan to tell my wife I was seeing a psychologist since she would probably see it a weakness and use it to further emasculate me. I would just go through the motions until then, do my daily chores once I came home from work, cook dinner and do the dishes. The weekends were even worse, helping her get ready for a night out with the girls, giving my wife Diamond manicures, pedicures and foot massages. I hated the sound of the little bell she rang when she summoned me to come help her do something. My wife was a diva and expected me to treat her like a total goddess.
As you can probably guess I have been cuckholded by my beautiful wife.
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