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Marriage Therapy
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: August 31st, 2016

"Honey, I really don't think this is necessary."

"Get out of the car," she says, sternly.

I look at her with pleading eyes but it's no use, she points outside the car.

I open the door and leave her car as she practically peels out of the parking lot.

God...fucking therapist. It's got fucking rapist in the word. This wasn't gonna be fun; just a bunch of blaming me and me apologizing for shit I didn't even do.

Ugh. I shuffle into the lobby.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asks, a young, beautiful girl sitting perky behind thick glasses.

"Uh...yeah, um, I have an appointment. 1:30."

"Let me see. Oh, yes, I see you here; please take a seat."

I nod and do.

It was the first time I went to one of these places that I found the good ones had two doors so the next patient never really sees the previous. I guess it's good.

I heard the second door close. Then a few moments later, the door behind the reception opened.

"Mr. Helms?"

"Yeah." I say and stand, walking into the office. I take a seat across from the doctor's chair; there's no desk like I expected.

"So, you're here about your marriage. Why don't you tell me a bit about it and what's going on."

"Well, I've been with my wife for about three years; it's been good but she says I've been looking around at other women."

"Have you?"

", I mean...maybe but nothing lustful; just casually noticing, ya know?"

"Mm hmmm."

"I'd never cheat on her."

"Do you do things for your wife? Nice things?"

"Um...I think so; like flowers? Back rubs?"

She smiles, "It's a good start."

"What else can I do for her?"

"Well it's not as simple as telling you; maybe you should ask your wife what you can do for her. I want to try an experiment, close your eyes."

"Okay," I close my eyes.

"Now I want you to think about things your wife, what niceties could you do for her?"

"You want me to say them out loud?"

"No, not necessary; just think."

I sit and try to concentrate on my wife, seeing her in silky pajamas; god she looks hot like that. Maybe I could buy her pajamas like that. Or is that more for myself? Would she like it too?

"Do you have some ideas?"

I didn't want to seem stupid so I said yes.

"Good, now open your eyes."

I opened my eyes to find a perfect, shapely butt right in my face; inches away.


"We're going to try something now, Mr. Helms."


I was startled. Did she just fart?

"Now, Mr. Helms, you need to inhale that."


"I said, you're going to inhale that fart, Mr. Helms."

"What, why would I do that?" I say, backing away from her ass; I stood up out of the chair.

"Well, you wouldn't want me to tell your wife to leave you, right?"

I look back at her, in shock; was she really blackmailing me? Seriously?! And to do what? Sniff her farts?! What the fuck kind of sick fuck was she!!!

"I suggest you return to my seat and do what I say explicitly and do nothing else, understand?"

I'm still aghast, "You can't be serious..."

"I am very serious; as far as I'm concerned, you have only one option."

I hesitantly return to the chair and she re-centers herself before grabbing my head and stuffing it up her bare buttcrack.

I could smell the rancid gas of her last fart in her, pressed deep against her butthole.


"Ahhhhh, that's a good one, now smell it; deeply now, inhale nice and big."

"Oh my god, it's so bad!"

"Yes, Mr. Helms, it is bad; it's a fart but you'll get used to it in time. You do want to be a better husband for your wife, don't you?"

"Yes," I whimper.

"You want to please her?"


"Then do as I say," she releases me roughly to fall back into the chair.

She comes closer, both hands on her butt cheeks as she spreads her ass wide, almost as if to spread it like a mask over my face but she stopped a few inches short but close enough that I could smell the putrid concoctions of her asshole deep inside.


"Mmmmmm, are you understanding a bit better now, Mr. Helms?"

"Help me!" I scream out.

"Who can help you other than yourself, Mr. Helms?"


"You're embarrassing yourself, Mr. Helms, this is a soundproof room."

"Please just stop this, it stinks so bad! What the fuck did you even eat?!"

She smiles, looking at me, "That's my secret, Mr. Helms; but I will surely be sharing it with your wife."

"Please don't...please just let me go."

"Mr. Helms, I'm afraid we're just getting started and your wife has paid for the full treatment here so you have little choice but to stay here and endure this for the next 24 hours."

My eyes widen.


I shake my head, desperately trying to get away from the smell.

"Ahhh...that's right, you'll be here all day and all night."

"You can't keep me here."

"I can, Mr. Helms; and I will for the duration of your treatment. But now it's getting late, your session is nearly up so I will put you away for now."

Thank god, I think to myself; my labored breathed.

She lifts me up and pulls me over to her chair; she opens a special compartment at the top.

"What is this?" I ask, panicked.

She just smiled and grabbed me, stuffing me inside and closing the lid. There's a hole at the top, I could see the ceiling; her arm sticks back in and she shoves a sweaty sock in my mouth. I could taste the putrid juices of her feet in my mouth as I moaned softly.

"Hello, Mr. Jacobs, nice to see you again," I heard her voice, a bit muffled. The sound of closing doors.

I hear another voice, a man; likely Mr. Jacobs. He seemed depressed.

Suddenly my light was shut out when the doctor sat on the chair.


A long, hot, silent fart blew down into my face from above.

Oh god...when is she fucking out of farts; I thought to myself as I smelled her eggy gas once again, it feeling more potent this time; I vomited but with my mouth gaged, there was no where for it to go.

"Tell me more, Mr. Jacobs."

Mr. Jacob's went on about his life problems; not realizing a man was being tortured by the good doctor right in front of him.


"Ahhh, that's interesting, Mr. Jacob's; I know a man just like you in a similar position. It's really about finding your place and what your provide to the world, be it women or society itself; does that make sense?"

"Yes, it does." Mr. Jacob's replies, happily.

"Good. I'm afraid we're out of time but I will see you again on Wednesday, okay?"

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

"It's my pleasure."

The second door opens and closes.


"Ahhhhh, that feels so much better."

I bucked and kicked and trashed underneath her as her hot gas fumigated me in a rancid, veggie smell; I could feel the chair moving but it was no use, I was completely stuck in here, enduring whatever she had for me. My fight slowed as my breathing got heavier, more labored.

"That's good, nice, even breaths; just breathe it deeply like it's the air you need to breathe."

I whimper and moan.


My head chocked back like it was shot by that blast.

"Now, it's time for me to leave for the day but, I will leave you in the capable hands of my intern; she'll be here with you overnight."

She got up and packed her stuff quickly.

"I wish you a...urm...good night, Mr. Helms; I will see you in the morning."

The second door opens and closes. At last, a chair full of farts. But how do I get out of here. My trashing didn't seem to break anything so...maybe if I push the top...

Then I hear a door open.

Suddenly, right above me, a large young lady appears.

"Hi," she says down to me, energetically. "I'm the intern the doctor probably mentioned; she said I had to sit here all night."

I shake my head no, pleading with her with my eyes.

"I hope you don't mind, I had some chili earlier so I'm...kinda gassy."

I desperately shake and cry out to her for her to not do it but she doesn't seem to take the pleading.

"Okay, good," she says, sitting; "It is pretty stinky though, fair warning."


Her ass explodes like a bomb went off, spreading a hot, sticky air in the tiny area under the chair that hangs with a putrid humidity that clings to my skin.

"Oh, pardon me," she says. "I have some of the chili here too, if I get hungry."

I hear her turn on her laptop and start typing away on something as I was repeatedly contorted in facial expression from her inhuman gas. I cried and moaned out but it didn't seem to do any good.

Suddenly I start to hear moaning and! She's watching porn!

She gets up a second and unzips her pants, pulling both them and her panties down before sitting again.

Desperately, as I see her ass ascend, I beg no but she doesn't even look down to me.


She sighs as her butt jiggles to the rhythm of her touching herself.

PRRrrrpp! BRrrrrppppp!

She starts to moan and pant in time with the video.

I start to feel dizzy from the onslaught of gas attacking my nostrils; I scream out against the putrid sock in my mouth.

She moans louder now.


"Oh, fuck yeah!" She calls out as her butt continuously moves up and down quickly, moving like ocean waves above me and spitting out farts in rapid succession.

She starts to pant loudly, her body tense.


The air is so thick, my eyes dance about the space in a desperate, survival panic; watching, mesmerized by her jiggling butt above me until my vision blurred completely to darkness. As she starts to scream with euphoria, I pass out.

"Hello, sweetheart?" I hear my wife's voice.

My vision groggy, I can barely see anything but it's light out now. A blur above me...

Oh, it is my wife; she smiles down at me sweetly.

"Hi, honey; are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine; I had a crazy dream."

"Okay, I want to hear all about it soon, honey. Right now I'm going to sit down, okay?"

"Okay..." then suddenly it started to come back...

And I saw my wife's bare ass coming down at me.

"No, no no no no!"

"You love me, don't you sweetheart?" My wife asks.

"Yes but..."

"Then you'll inhale my fart, understand?"

"Yes but..."


"Oh god, please no!"

"Inhale, my darling!"



I sniff my wife's gas, it burns my nostrils with a sweaty sourness mixed with her protein powders.

"It's so bad..."

"Take another, dear."

"Please no..."


"Smell it. Tell me you love it..."


I don't remember much else.

Next thing I remember, we were walking out of the office together...

"Thank you, doctor; amazing work," my wife says as the second door closes as we leave.

"That was a great session," I say to her.

"Yes, very good session. Sniff!" My wife demands.

"Yes dear." I reply and go down on my knees, placing my face near her ass.


"Now inhale."

"Yes dear." I cringe a bit from the smell but dutifully sniff it up as she commands.

I look up at her; and she smiles down at me, my face in her ass crack, sniffing her farts.

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