I had no clue how to handle this. I wasn't even mad. I was hurt—the kind of hurt you can't even put into words.I sat down and took a big sip, trying...to relieve my constricted throat as I heard them whispering at the front door before hearing it close quickly. Staring into space, I was on the verge of hyperventilating as my wife slowly made her way into the room, saying, "I think we need to talk."Setting my beer down, I fought back the tears I felt welling in my eyes and replied, "You. It’s greatly helped me in the past and will do so in the future. She nodded. ‘He honestly is hurt.’ ‘Okay, send him in.’ She turned and opened the door. ‘You can come in, Mr. Allerton. He’ll see you.’ In walked a beaten man, emotionally beaten down. He was gaunt and pale. His shoulders drooped. There was no spring to his step. I shook his hand, introduced myself and motioned for him to take a seat on the couch. Jayashree stepped out of the office for a moment. ‘Thank you for meeting with me,’. I was screaming and begging for harder. We all came quickly and when we all had come down from our orgasms they pulled out of me and sat me back on the couch. A new man picked me up quickly and we all moved to a back bedroom where the new man laid me on my stomach and handcuffed me to the bed. He then put his very thick cock into my cum soaked pussy and started pounding me as hard as he could. I was screaming and begging for more!! This mystery man was moaning and slapping my ass as he was. You should understand that.”Admittedly, she did. She remembered back to her undergrad days, when she fought tooth and nail to be the best psych major there was, so she could have this assistanship. “I do understand, Chris. I remember worrying about it as much as you are now. But there isn’t ANYTHING you can do to relax?”“Hell, I can’t even masturbate to relax anymore!” Chris blurted out. Almost immediately Chris realized what he had said. He blushed a deep shade of crimson. “Um… I’m sorry. I.