The Marriage Jar

The Marriage Jar

By JustJake051

Part Four

Chapter Fourteen

Several days later, Rob and Joann Wakefield sat at their breakfast table and Rob pointed directly to the two large ceramic breasts on The Marriage Jar and smiled.

Joann laughed and said, "Wow. I don't know what to feel about that. That was pretty wild," referring to their last Marriage Jar episode where Joann was blindfolded, tied to the bed and fucked by numerous unknown men.

"Didn't you enjoy it?" Rob asked.

"I was scared shitless, at first. It was so real. Then it went from scary to incredible. Still..."

"I didn't know I could cum so much. My dick is still hard. I know your ass hurts, but I want to just stay home and fuck you," Rob said smiling.

"Okay, but we're going to give my ass a break. Oh, speaking of my ass, we got a call yesterday from the swinger couple, Jess and Ricki. They think we should join their swingers club. They say we'll fit right in. How about it? We still a no?" Joann asked.

"I'm still a no to joining the club, but not to swinging. Let's just enjoy this. If that's okay with you," Rob said.

"That's perfect. No, I guess I'm just catching my breath, that's all," Joann said. "And, Honey, I've been thinking about starting work again at the gym. I was there the other day and Dylan asked me if I was interested. He's getting ready to do a big ad campaign for the new equipment and there's a big membership drive coming up. He said he could really use me."

Within days, Joann had started working again at the fitness center. And in less than a week, new memberships were on the rise and apparently also were some male libidos at the gym. Joann had started wearing very provocative outfits while working at the gym. It was an entirely new look for her, different from anything she had worn previously. Her baggy warmups were now gone. Her tights now sported the puckered back seam that clung deep in-between her asscheeks. Her tops were now quite skimpy sport bras with a bare midriff, showing off her great abs and enormous breasts. She had never looked or felt better.

The owner of the gym, Dylan, stood next to her one day and whispered, "I've never seen so many erections in one place," and Joann had to laugh out loud. And it felt great. Her spark was coming back and the distance and coldness in her marriage was now gone. And she was talking to her daughter, Melinda, on the phone, almost daily, helping the young couple as they settled in. She realized that their marriage would be far more adventurous than her own used to be.

One evening at dinner, Joann was discussing some of the things that Melinda had shared and how she was trying to counsel and help them.

"I've always known that Melinda was kind of a slut and, maybe I envied her for getting something wild that I wasn't. But, honey, things have so changed with us. Thank you, I'm really comfortable with it now. With us."

"So, does that mean you want to quit doing The Marriage Jar? "Rob asked.

"Let's see what Dr. Hairston thinks. Let's talk about it at our next session tomorrow," Joann said.

The next day, the Wakefields sat in the waiting area for their marriage counseling session. In the small waiting room, a very thin, long-haired brunette was sitting across from them. She was small, quite thin and rather pale looking, Rob thought. She had very tight, smallish breasts, and swollen lips from obvious collagen injections, as she sat waiting for her appointment, looking very nervous. She was wearing a floral sundress and a large, white straw hat and white stockings. The door opened to Doctor Powell's office and a female voice called the woman in. Both Rob and Joann could clearly hear that it was not Camilla's voice.

"Doctor Powell will see you now."

The petite brunette got up and vanished into the office, as the door closed.

"That was interesting," Rob said. "Very Stepford Wifeish," Rob whispered to Joann.

"You think so? She's a he. A guy," Joann said, a slight smile crossing her face.

"Oh. Wow," Rob muttered to himself.

Moments later, Doctor Camilla Hairston came out of her office, greeted them and they followed her back into her office. The jet-black haired marriage counselor and sex therapist looked beautiful and impeccable, as she always did. Her tight, short skirt and long legs just captivated Rob as she sat and talked. They all chatted for a while, talking about how things were going these past several weeks with The Marriage Jar.

"Well... we drew one of yours from The Marriage Jar," Joann said.

"Really. Which one?" Camilla asked.

"I'm blindfolded, tied to the bed and fucked," Joann replied.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh, God yes," Joann replied enthusiastically.

"Good. Wonderful to hear," Doctor Hairston replied. "We suspected it would be excellent for you. You see, Joann, Doctor Powell and I both believe that you are highly tactilely stimulated. Not to get too clinical, but your sexuality is highly triggered by touch, you love being touched. That's why the visual deprivation from the blindfold was so highly effective. Whereas, we feel, Rob here, is triggered sexually by visual stimulation. So, it understandable that, Joann, your increased emphasis on your visual sexual appeal to him, dress, makeup, lingerie, has triggered Rob's increased sex drive. Your sexualities are now feeding off of each other. That and the stimulation of the suggestions in the jar. You are both highly aroused with each other, are you not?

"Absolutely. Oh, God yes," Joann answered.

"Wonderful to hear. Both Thurston and I felt very confident that you would find your way to an enjoyable marriage together. Joann, I can see you are beginning to understand the female's higher degree of socialization. You now see and understand that sex and love are not solely tied together. You understand that a woman is more than the object of male wooing. That your charms can belong to more than the man of your choice, while the foundation and bonds of love still last. A fundamental tenet of the Kama Sutra. Both of you, your progress has been excellent."

"Thank you," Joann said. "Doctor Hairston, do you think we're though with counseling?"

"Let's see what we think at the end of today's session. If so, I see no reason to continue your sessions. That said, I do hope we might have the opportunity to share social circles together. Thurston and I would both very much enjoy that. In fact, we're having a few friends over this weekend. Why not join us. It really might be fun and right up your alley. You see, we have a small informal Kink Club, we call it. We are all quite fascinated by the power of the sexual impulse. We play around with different fetishes and kinks. Each month, we have a different theme. Last month it was Latex and Rubber. Rob, I think you would have rather enjoyed it. Very visual. This month is Submissives and Slaves," Camilla said.

"Hummm...I'm sorry, Doctor. What's the difference?" Joann asked.

"Of course," Camilla replied. "A Slave is broken, no will of their own and will do anything told to do by their Master or Mistress. Anything from mopping the floor with their tongue to being a pliant fuck doll," she explained. "However, a Submissive enjoys the mere act of submission to a master. That gives them pleasure. A Sub may display disobedience with the wish of some bondage, punishment or whipping, all of which gives them added pleasure in their submission."

Dr. Hairston paused and reached over and touched Joann on the knee, leaving her hand there while she spoke.

"Joann, I'm so pleased you're enjoying your newfound sexuality. Tell me, do you also equally enjoy Rob's new sexual adventures?"

"Well, his ideas and pleasures been closely centered around me, my pleasure. So far, anyway," Joann said, looking at the Doctor's hand on her knee. "But something unusual did happen that I feel I should share." Joann went on to describe her wild sexual visit with her daughter, Melinda.

"Interesting," Doctor Hairston replied, when Joann was done. "If I may venture, your past repressing and distancing from your husband and now your increased sexuality appears to be tired directly to your daughter. In your mind, you may be in competition with her, sexually. You may have felt that she detracted from your husband's attention to you, and you started distancing. Then, she left home and got married to a man around your age. Another rivalry in your mind, perhaps. Joann, your husband is very visually sexually stimulated, as we've discussed. You, on the other hand, are very tactile. By touch. So, by the time your daughter left home, you had distanced and neither of those areas was satisfied, for either of you. Your marriage was cold, dead. Well, let me demonstrate, if I may."

Doctor Camilla Hairston got up and walked over to her desk and pushed a button on the intercom.

"Deborah, bring in that package that I put in your office for the Wakefields," she said sternly.

In seconds, a tall blonde entered the office carrying a package wrapped in plain, brown butcher paper.

"Place it on the desk, Fuck Toy," Dr. Hairston said sharply.

"Yes Mistress" the blonde replied, her eyes downcast to the floor.

The pink knit top the young woman wore was pulled off her shoulders and it was clear she was not wearing a bra. The top was pulled down very low on her shoulders, barely covering the woman's areolae and nipples, and much of her enormous breasts were exposed and completely falling out of the tight, knit top. They were the largest breasts Joann had ever seen, but they were firm and erect, with no sagging. Joann stared, barely believing the enormity of the massive tits. The pink, stretch mini-skirt barely covered the woman's shapely ass, and a wide, black patent-leather belt was tightly cinched around the young woman's narrow waist. Her shoes were three-inch platforms, pink patent-leather heels, with the heels at least eight-inch stilettos. Her pink lip gloss covered her massive swollen lips and appeared to drip as she spoke.

"Joann, Rob, this is Fuck Toy. She is a former patient of ours and now works here for us. Her name was Deborah, but she now answers to Fuck Toy. She is a true Submissive. She enjoys submitting to her Master and Mistress, isn't that correct, Fuck Toy?"

"Yes, Mistress," the young woman replied, still looking down.

"And tell the Wakefields why you are called Fuck Toy," Camilla ordered.

"Because I love to be fucked," the blonde replied, with no emotion or expression on her face.

"Rob, I can see by the growing erection in your pants, that Fuck Toy has a certain strong appeal to you. The massive breasts perhaps. Or her overall slutty appearance. She will, of course, be at our little club get-together this weekend, should you both choose to attend."

Handing the package to Joann, Doctor Hairston continued. "This is a little something from both Thurston and myself. We hope you will find this useful." Looking up at the leggy blonde assistant standing nearby, Camilla barked a command.

"Fuck Toy. Display."

The woman instantly pulled down the stretch top and her massive breasts were now sticking completely out, her nipples and areolae wide and incredible. She lifted her stretch skirt to her waist, pulling it up and over her wide hips and protruding buttocks. She was not wearing panties. The woman took hold of her inner labia lips and pulled then apart, displaying a large pink tunnel of sex for the seated couple.

"We use a vaginal pump to keep her vagina distended and swollen like that," Camilla said, nodding toward the woman's now exposed sex.

"Vaginal pump?" Joann asked.

"Yes, commonly known as a pussy pump, I believe. Visually, very exciting, don't you think, Rob? Fuck Toy, display ass," Doctor Hairston ordered.

The blonde immediately turned around and pulled her round asscheeks wide apart, displaying a gaping, pink stretched asshole. Rob noticed a tattoo on her hip, looking more like a barcode scan than a tattoo. Odd, he thought and then heard Camilla ask him a question.

"Rob, would you care to see how talented Fuck Toy is with those enormous lips of hers? I'm pleased to say she has a most talented mouth. I would be interested in observing Joann's reaction to your pleasure."

"Oh," Rob said, caught quite off guard. He looked over at Joann. She smiled and nodded.

"Fuck Toy, suck Master Wakefield's cock, while you masturbate. But you are not allowed to orgasm. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

Camilla leaned over to Joann and whispered, "She's also quite talented with women."

In a moment, the buxom blonde was down on her knees with Rob's erect cock pumping in and out of her mouth, her enormous lips locked tight to his glistening shaft. Her right hand was wildly rubbing her enormous, swollen cunt lips, as she sucked ravenously. It didn't take long, and Rob exploded into the stunning blonde's mouth, her enormous lips now dripping and overflowing with his milky cum.

"Tell me, Joann. Did you find that arousing, to watch your husband receive pleasure from another woman?"

Flushed and breathing hard, Joann replied "Yes. But honestly, I was wishing my mouth was on her cunt while she sucked Rob's cock."

"Interesting," Camilla muttered and reached over and slipped her hand inside Joann's blouse. The black-haired beauty stared directly at Joann and then eased her hand into the cup of her lace bra, grabbed on and then began rubbing Joann's large breast.

"Excellent Joann. You truly are beginning to understand the true scope of your sexuality." With that, she began to squeeze Joann's erect nipple, harder and harder. "I believe I could make you come simply by squeezing your tits," Camilla said. "That's how responsive you are to touch." With that, Doctor Hairston slowly removed her hand.

"I do hope you both will be able to drop by our little club get together this weekend. And I'll make sure that you both can enjoy the pleasure of Fuck Toy's cunt." Doctor Camilla Hairston quickly stood and walked to the office door.

"I think we should continue our sessions. See you in another four weeks, let's say. And if you do come to the club this weekend, Rob, we would suggest that you take the role of the dominant, in firm control of Joann. And Joann, you would get to enjoy your role being the submissive for the night."

"Thank you. That's very kind. We'll think about it," Rob said.

Camilla kissed Rob lightly and leaned in, whispering in his ear.

"Rob, try this for Joann's tactile excitement. Rub her body, hard and erotically, as you fuck her. She really would be a wonderful submissive. Would you mind if I borrowed her from time to time? Two sessions with me and I'll turn her into the wildest fuck toy on the face of the earth."

With that, Doctor Hairston walked over to Joann, kissed her deeply on the lips, slipping her tongue deep into Joann's open mouth. She said goodbye and then whispered something in Joann's ear.

In the car on the way home, the drive was quiet and awkward until Rob spoke up.

"Wow. That was some session." There were another few minutes of silence and Rob spoke again.

"Well, that seemed a little odd to me. What did she say to you?" Rob asked.

"She said she wanted to see me again, alone, very soon. What did she say to you?" Joann asked.

"She said she wants to borrow you and turn you into the hottest fuck toy on the planet," Rob replied.

"Hummmm. Interesting. Maybe one of us should put that one in the jar," Joann said, and they both broke out into laughter.

Later that evening at home, they opened the package and read the written invitation from Camilla and Thurston to the Kink Club. Joann read the note aloud.

"We hope you enjoy this and use it if you come to the Kink Club or perhaps when you draw another of our ideas from The Marriage Jar. Do hope to see you soon wearing this, Joann. And it's signed, Camilla and Thurston."

"We certainly are popular, these days. All of these invitations to join something," Rob said.

Opening the package, Joann lifted out a black, leather body harness. The harness was just metal O rings and leather straps. A thick, black leather collar and a leash were also inside the package, along with a red ball gag.

Joann looked up from the note and over to Rob. "This is some invitation. But, you know, I think I like where we're at right now, just the two of us in charge. The Kink Club thing feels like we'd be moving at somebody else's control. To me, anyway."

"That's exactly how I'm feeling." Rob said. "I like us enjoying each other. And enjoying The Marriage Jar."

Chapter Fifteen

Rob Wakefield arrived home from work and was in the kitchen, just finishing making a shaker of martinis, when Joann walked in, just returning home from the gym, where she had done the first of several modeling photo sessions for the new fitness equipment. She stood in the kitchen, still wearing her tights and stretch top from the photo shoot, her makeup and hair overly done for the camera.

"Damn, you look incredible," Rob muttered. He walked up behind her and began slowly rubbing her asscheeks, the shiny new tights dramatically showing off the split in her ass, as the seam clearly separated both cheeks apart.

"Your ass is addictive. The Marriage Jar is addictive. I can't stop thinking about you and what I want to do to you," he said.

"Mmmmmm, good," she said, turning around and kissing him.

Rob began to peel Joann's clothes off, pulling the stretchy fabric down and off her firm body.

"What's this?" she said.

"Oh, just something I thought I'd like to try," he said, as he began pulling down her tights. Soon, Joann was standing naked in front of him, a puzzled look on her face.

"Okay, what do you have in mind?" she asked.

Rob smiled and walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up the bottle of olive oil that always sat there for cooking. He turned the slender bottle up and began to drizzle the oil all over Joann's naked body. He set the bottle down and began to slowly rub her large, oil covered breasts.

"Muuuuuuuuhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhh."

Soon, Rob was rubbing her body all over, grabbing and pulling the oily, naked flesh of her muscular ass.

"Ooohhhh, yes," she groaned.

Her body glistened as he rubbed the oil all over her and squeezed and smoothed her slippery flesh, massaging her large breasts, as she moaned in response to his touch.

"Oooohhh, God, that feels so hot. Fuck me. C'mon honey, please fuck me," Joann begged.

"Let's go up," Rob said, heading off to the bedroom.

"No! Do me. Here, now," Joann said.

Joann took a small step backwards, her naked buttocks now pressed against the kitchen table. She then leaned back, and was now flat on the table, her legs spread wide, as her husband rubbed more oil over her shining body.

"God. You are fucking beautiful. A Goddess," he moaned, as he pressed his rock-hard cock deep into the shimmering, slippery oil-covered flesh of her cunt.

It was wild and wonderful as they both slid and squirmed on the slippery, oiled tabletop. With every thrust of his hard cock into her, he slid his hands up and down over her body and breasts. He moved his hands along her muscular thighs and thought how glad he was that she spent all of that time in the gym doing leg work. As he slipped his hands around her body, she wrapped her slippery legs around his waist and pulled his cock deeper into her.

"Uuuuuuuuhh," she moaned. "Yes. Do it, baby, fuck me hard." With that they both began to madly rub and push as their mutual orgasms approached. Simultaneously, Rob and Joann erupted, grinding their oil covered bodies together in a frenzy.

"Oh, my God, that felt incredible. Your cock is amazing. Look at you, you're still hard," Joann said, stroking his slippery cock, now covered in semen and oil.

"Well, we can fix that. Follow me," Rob said, as they both headed upstairs to the bedroom. There, Rob slowly rubbed most of the oil off Joann's glistening body. Then, he reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a handful of black leather straps and tossed it onto the bed. It was the female body harness given to her by the marriage counselors.