# CHAPTER ONE
2 PM Thursday was her least favorite session, but psychiatrist Dr. Leila Oswell maintained her look of professional interest while her patient, Percival Mitra, droned on about how difficult his life was as a virgin.
“You don’t know what it’s like, Doc,” he said, lying face up on her black leather couch, yet not seeing the ceiling above him. He was gazing into the abyss of his misfortune at being two degrees on the ugly side and having no talent, wit, or charm.
“Percival, we’ve been through this a hundred times before; we’re supposed to be making progress.”
He waved her off and pointed at her. “No, you are making progress, I’m not. It’s been almost half a year and I still haven’t got laid!”
“Maybe because you’ve been solely focused on one woman, who just so happens to be happily married and not interested in you in the slightest.”
“Look, I don’t care about Gia anymore. I just want to have sex with a woman – a real woman – you know, before the next century comes around?”
“Percival, I’ve recommended to you several paths to take to reach this goal and you haven’t really put any effort into trying any of them.”
“Because they all suck! I can’t do any of the things in these so-called methods you’ve given me. You’ve written them out for someone who looks like Ryan Reynolds and has the brain of Elon Musk – that’s not me, Doc.”
Dr. Oswell sighed, exasperated with a patient who seemed to not want to get better while asking her for ways to help him get better. She noticed that he had turned sideways to look at her strangely because she had never before shown personal emotion in all their sessions together.
“I’m sorry for expressing myself like that,” she said, smiling apologetically.
“It’s okay,” he said, sitting up. “I’m a handful.”
They both laughed.
“No kidding,” said Dr. Oswell. She looked him over for a few seconds before speaking. “I have an idea, but you have to be honest with me when I ask you this; you ready?”
“Shoot.”
“I think you’ll never take any process I put forward seriously until you’re able to get over your feelings for Gia. You’ve enshrined her in your mind as this perfect goddess, which she isn’t. I don’t mean to offend you, but you have to face the facts. She’s human like all the other women in the world and she has her faults. You don’t know her well enough, hell, you’ve never even talked to her for more than a minute. She’s just someone who works at the same place that you do, someone you’ve fallen head over heals for at first sight and have become infatuated with. My question, or better yet, theory is this: If I can prove to you that Gia is a mortal female, in the most basic way, you will get over her; that will lead to your taking my therapy more seriously, and that will lead to your getting better; or as you would like to put it: getting laid.”
Oswell paused for breath. Then, “What do you think, Percival?”
“Um… okay, do it.”
# CHAPTER TWO
Friday of the following week, Gia was absent from work. Doing his best not to sound suspicious, Percival asked a supervisor where the black lady with the teal dyed hair had gone.
“Gia? She sent a text saying she was sick. Long weekend for her.”
When Percival got to his apartment that evening, he found a beige envelope that had been slipped under the door. Inside it was a handwritten note that read, “No one is perfect. Sinners, one and all.” Signed L.O.. Taped to the note was a red memory card. He slotted the memory card into his laptop and viewed the contents, which turned out to be video files.
He opened the first one and saw Gia in a sweater, scarf, beanie, jeans, and fur-lined boots standing in a residential area with a tall, handsome white guy dressed in a black leather jacket, jeans, with a beanie and boots on. The man introduced himself to her as Mark.
“What are you doing out here in this cold weather?” he asked Gia.
“I heard there was a short-term job vacancy somewhere around here?”
“That would be my place, the studio right here.”
“Oh, sweet, I thought I had the wrong address.”
“No, you’ve come to the right place. Come on in.”
They entered Mark’s studio. Immediately Percival could tell what kind of studio it was – the adult film variety. Gia pretended to be enthusiastically surprised, but he could tell she was clearly acting. This was prearranged and the reason why she had missed work today. He knew what was going to happen, but wasn’t able to tear his eyes away from the screen.
“You sure your husband won’t mind you doing this?” Mark asked a very naked Gia. He was naked too and had a big erect hard on.
“He doesn’t need to know,” said Gia conspiratorially.
“You know this video gets posted on the internet eventually?”
“He will just have to deal with it when he sees it, probably when he’s looking for porn to jack off to.”
Mark and Gia laughed at that. Then they got together close and started kissing passionately. Gia had average breasts that sagged a bit, but the rest of her was amazing, especially her ass that was big, while not hanging out like a balloon. If she was white, she’d be classified as a PAWG (Phat Ass White Girl).
Mark was grabbing and kneading her ass, squeezing it, making it jiggle, spanking it. Gia made all the right sounds. The video ended; the ones that followed showed various segments of the hardcore sequence as they happened chronologically. Altogether they showed Gia giving Mark a blowjob.
“Do you suck your husband like this?” asked Mark.
“No,” said Gia. “I play with his cock and balls, but I’ve never given him a blowjob.”
“Oh, man, I’m getting special treatment then.”
“Yes, you are,” giggled Gia. She resumed sucking his big hard shaft and fondling his balls. She really went at it with gusto, it was impressive. Percival gazed at the screen, pulling his pants down to start stroking himself.
One of Percival’s favorite positions came next when Gia placed one leg on a desk, leaned forward with the other leg supporting her diagonally so Mark could slide his schlong deep into her for the camera to get in HD. Percival ejaculated hard when he saw the telltale white ooze dripping from Gia’s entrance as soon as Mark pulled out. He took her in various other positions, including one epic doggy style on a black leather couch that looked familiar to Percival. It almost clicked in his head where he had seen that couch before, but his recollection was disrupted when Gia screamed and squirted on Mark’s meat rod that kept pumping in and out of her hot dark chocolate pussy.
The money shot of Mark spurting his cum all over Gia’s face elicited Percival’s final ejaculation for the night. He lay back in his bed, tired. His phone rang; it was Dr. Oswell. He answered it.
“Good evening, Percival. Did you get the envelope?”
“Hey, Doc. I did. Haven’t cum so hard in months. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” She paused and continued. “It should be self evident to you now that Gia is no saint, rather a total cheating slut. I’m hoping our next session will be more productive now that we’ve got this monkey of Gia’s cute flawlessness off your back.”
“Oh, yeah, it will. Can’t wait for you to tell me how you got Gia to star in a porn video. I want to make one of me and her ASAP.”
“You must be joking.”
“Nah, Doc, I’m serious as the hard on that’s creeping back into my dick. I want that juicy black pussy now more than ever!”
There was a sigh and click as the psychiatrist hung up on her patient.
“Doc? Hellooo? Doc?”
*THE END*
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/b1stuj/reality_therapy_mfvoyeurinterracialwifecheating