After my wife had discovered my hidden stash of gay porn, our relationship had been like a roller-coaster; with many ups, but always followed by the downs. For a while, for about six months, our marriage had teetered on the very brink of destruction. In fact, I couldn't fathom our marriage lasting for much longer.

Part of the trouble was that I immediately began attempting to deny that I was gay. The trouble with that was simple: I actually was gay! However, I did not necessarily wish to see my marriage (of nearly 30 years) go down the drain of the divorce court. There was also the fact that my wife and I had c***dren together! So, on the one hand, I was trying disparately to convince my wife that I "really wasn't" gay; and yet, on the other, I knew that this was a lie. Still, my wife and I struggled on, day after day, week after week, and month after month.


Then, one day, my told me that she had been looking around on-line for something to help her with what she should do about me being gay.

"I'm not gay." I replied.

"Oh. Come on!" She shot back. "Stop saying that shit. You. Are. Gay. Period. You know that. I know that. Even the k**s know that! It does not help, anyone, for you to keep denying the obvious! Just admit that you ARE gay!"

"But I'm not!"

"Bullshit! You ARE! If you'd just ADMIT it! Seriously."

"You'd divorce me."

"Maybe! But, maybe not! I mean, if you'd just be honest about being gay, we might be able to work out something. We might be able to stay husband and wife! But I need for you to be perfectly honest---first, with me, and more important than that, but BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF!"

"I'm not gay."

"I came across something on-line yesterday that I want to talk to you about."

"What is it?"

"It's a site ran by a doctor of psychology, by the name of Marylyn Dupree. She has a therapy practice that focus's, exclusively, on married couples who may be in what Dr. Dupree calls a "mixed orientation" marriage. Like what you and I have."

"But, I'm not gay."

"Just listen, okay?"

"Go ahead."

"I want us to go see this ther****t. Please?"

"And, if I don't go?"

"Well, if you don't, I can't stay married to you any more."

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

"So, you'd consider not divorcing me IF I went to see this ther****t?"

"Well, yes, but I want you to be able to admit that you're gay, too."

"How would that help?"

"It would help ME, for one thing, to know that you were being completely honest with ME (and with yourself!) about being gay. I can't take this 'I'm not gay' crap any more, babe. Seriously! You are DEFINELY gay, and I all I want is for you to be honest about that. I could be your wife knowing that! You've been gay all these years any way! I just want you to be okay enough with what you are. Okay?"

In the end, I agreed to at least an initial 'consultation.'

My wife made the appointment, and two weeks later, we went.



As we pulled into the small parking lot of the equally small strip-mall where Dr. Dupree had her practice, I saw a small sign that read as follows:


Sexual Integration Therapy Services


My wife and I got out and walked in through the front door. There were some chairs, and a table full of magazines, and walking past all that, we told the friendly receptionist that we had an appointment with Dr. Dupree.

"Fill these forms out, if you would," she replied, handing us a clip board of brightly colored papers, "and Dr. Dupree will be with you shortly." She smiled, and then went back to her own paper work.


It took a few moments to fill out all the pages. They were filled with questions about our relationship, how long had we been married, and things like that.

We had filled out the forms as best we could, and we had sat back down to wait for the ther****t. My wife patted my leg affectionately. We exchanged a smile.

"I love you." She said quietly.

"I know that." And I smiled. "Maybe this whole thing really will be a good idea after all. Who knows?"

My wife patted my thigh again, and said, "I think it will be great."



There's so much to say about that consultation. I don't know where to start, really. The first thing I could say was that I was totally surprised by the ther****t physical demeanor! Dr. Marylyn Dupree was quite an attractive woman. Actually, she was down right beautiful! She was tall, with dark brown hair that was slightly wavy, which flowed over her shoulders, and flowed part way down her back, as well. She had large brown eyes, too, that sparkled with intelligence, and even a faint hint of humorousness.

She was, in other words, quite a knock out! There was one other thing about her that was clear that day, and that was, that Marylyn Dupree was a lesbian! That particular detail had just come up in our conversation.


Any way, the ther****t talked with both my wife and I for a few minuets, and then she spoke briefly with us separately. At the end of that, she recommended that I come in for, as she termed it, "further evaluation." My wife seemed quite happy about that. I, on the other hand, still felt some reluctance. I mean, Dr. Dupree was easy enough on the eyes, as the saying goes, but I still wasn't sure about going on with this 'I really AM gay' idea that was so firmly fixed in my wife's head!

"When you leave here, make sure to make an appointment for our next session. The receptionist will help you with that. Okay?"

She had stood up, and it was clear that our preliminary evaluation was at an end. We made an appointment for the next week, and then we drove home.



The next visit proved to be quite a surprise for me.

After the ther****t and I were in one of the small exam rooms, and the door was closed, she said I would need to remove my clothes.

"Huh?"

"When I go out, remove your clothes. All of it. And put this gown on and then get up here onto the exam table. I'll give you a few moments to get ready. Okay"

She smiled, and it gave off a profession gleam, and even a certain curious detachment, and yet, at the same time, I sensed (or maybe I just imagined that I had) a certain subtle, but curious playfulness that lurked just behind her profession demeanor.

Any way, she left the exam room, and I undressed as she had said to, and I was laying on my back on the table where she had indicated, when she came back in.

"All ready. Good. Now we can get some work done, can't we?" She said, and sat down on a table not far away the papers my wife and I had filled for her the week before.


"So, we are here today to explore your inner most sexual nature; your desires; your fantasies, and to see if we can discover what these things may signify. Are you here to do that?" She said that as she took out from a drawer behind her, a vacuum sealed package that contained what certainly looked like to me from where I was laying, a very large, and very 'life-like' dildo! She saw my eyes looking at it, but made no attempt to explain why she might have such a thing in the exam room.

"My wife think's I'm gay."

"She does. But, more importantly that what she thinks, is what YOU think about that."

"I suppose so."

"There is no 'suppose' about it. You are either gay, or you are not. You shouldn't be worried one way or the other. I have helped many, many married couples such as you and your wife about these matters."

"You have?"

"Oh yes. I have (if I may brag a bit) saved quite a few married couples from getting divorced, just because a wife, or a husband is gay, or lesbian."

"Wow. So, you think I'm gay?"

"That's why you're here, isn't it?"

"I'm not sure I really am gay, though."

"I can help you find the answer to that. Do you still want to find out? We don't have to proceed, if you'd rather not."

"No. Let's go on with it."

"Very good," the ther****t said smiling.

Then she turned around the cabinets again, and took out a black leather hip-belt/harness-looking thing, and proceeded to put it on, and then after that, she fastened the dildo to the front of it. She also grabbed a large tube of lubricant of some sort.

She acted as if this was something she did every single day, and that there was nothing strange, or weird about it in the least!

"Now, I want you to scoot down here closer to the bottom of the exam table. Put your heels in these stirrups, too. You will be able to relax your legs better that way."

After a few moments, when she was satisfied that I was in the proper position at last, she put on a pair of black nitrile gloves. They fit so tight on her hands that it was, as if, her skin was charcoal black. She squeezed out a generous glob of the lube onto two of her fingers, and then gently began applying it to my anal opening! There was a momentary surge of cold, but it was soon followed by a pleasurable sensation as her finger tips massaged me there!

For a long time neither of us said a word.

"How is this feeling?"

"It feels nice."

"Good!"

More moments passed, and then the ther****t began inserting first one finger into my anal passageway, and gently probed several inches inside of me, and slowly twisting it back and forth.

"Still feeling nice?"

"Yeah," I said, "It does."

"That's good."


For a while, she probed and massaged my anal passageway with two fingers; and instead of going in only a few inches, she began inserting them in as far as she could; and it didn't hurt at all. In fact, as I laid there, I became aware that my cock had begun to stir and stiffen! She must have noticed this as well, and when I glanced down at it, she smiled reassuringly.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," she said, referring to my semi-erection. "It happens here all the time. It's quite natural. Now, I want you to lay back completely. And, I want you to simply relax. Close your eyes even. That sometimes helps during these initial settings."

I had been partly propped up on both of my elbows, and my neck had become slightly tense, and I did as the ther****t asked. I even closed my eyes for a bit.



After a while, I heard Marylyn's voice saying that she was now going to proceed with the next step in my preliminary evaluation. She was referring to using the large dildo I had watched her attaching to the hip straps earlier.

I tilted my head down and opened my eyes ever so slightly, and I saw her squeezing out a really big glob of the shiny clear lubrication onto the up-curved 'head' of the dildo. I felt my pulse suddenly increase as I watched her smearing the lube over the shiny rubber tip. She had a faintly amused smile on her face. It flickered faintly, but it was definitely there.

As she came up close between my wide-spread thighs, she said: "Now, I want you to relax even more. Okay? I'm going to start inserting this dildo inside of you, and as I do, I want you keep breathing in, and then out. As I insert it deeper, I want you to try and relax you muscles there."

"Okay," I replied.

"Then, here we go!"


I felt the large, wedge-shaped cock head meet some resistance at first, and then I tried to breath out, as the Doctor had told me to, and suddenly, it just slid in!

I gasped out loud as it did!

"Very, very good!" She said smiling. "That went very well!"

Funny, but her words made me feel strangely proud of myself, as if I had just accomplished something not every guy could, or even would want to!



The "session" lasted for nearly forty five minuets. The dildo was not the only aspect of it, either. After the ther****t had gotten the dildo in as deep as it seemed capable of going, she began gently thrusting in; in, then out, in, then out. She withdrew it only a few inches at most, before reinserting it.

"How are we doing?"

"Ugh, good---I think!"

"Is this uncomfortable for you?"

"No. Not really. Should it be?"

"Oh no! No. Of course not."


Then the ther****t reached out and took hold of my nearly erect cock, and she began to lightly stroke it, up, and down, up, and down!

"Now, tell me, do you think of yourself as gay? At this moment, that is. Would you have a problem if I told you that I certainly thought you were?"

"Do you really?"

"Yes, I do."

I suddenly felt the strangest sensation. Suddenly, I wanted to say to the doctor that 'Yes! I am gay. I REALLY, REALLY AM GAY!' I wasn't sure where this arose from, but the dildo deep inside my anal passageway, along with the way she was stroking my cock shaft at the same time, had something to do with it!

"Why don't you just admit it, here, to me, in the privacy of this room, that you're gay. I think you'd feel so much better for doing so."

"You do?"

"Oh yes, of course. Honesty is the most liberating thing in the world. Honesty is what I try to help each of my clients achieve here."


As she pumped the dildo deep inside of me, and as she stroked my erection, I found myself thinking 'What the hell! Why not just say it, and get it over with?' I knew my wife wanted me to admit I was gay. I had been afraid to admit to it, though. I had been afraid that she would divorce me if I actually came out and admitted to it. Now, who knew? This ther****t was making a compelling case to just go ahead and say the three words I'd feared the most: I. Am. Gay.

I was also getting really close to an orgasm; thanks to both that huge dildo, as well as what the ther****t was doing to my cock, as well as my mind!

"I'm close to an orgasm," I said suddenly.

"MMMM, that's a good sign! In fact, why don't you go ahead and admit that you're gay AS you come? That will make the admission all the more significant for you."


She continued to fuck my ass with the dildo, as she stroked my erection, and I suddenly knew that I was about to come. As that thought occurred to me, I also wanted to say, as she had just suggested, that I really was, in fact, gay! I felt the orgasm building fast. The ther****t must have sense this, and she speeded up her hand movements on my cock shaft. I was flowing heavily with pre-cum!

"Oh! Oh, god!" I blurted out.

"Go ahead and come. AND, openly state that you're gay! You'll feel SO much better once you have."


Laying there on the exam table, my ass full of dildo, and Dr. Dupree's nimble fingers stroking my throbbing erection, I could feel the explosion sweeping over me like a huge wave of light! And, as I started coming, I heard myself saying, out loud:

"I'M GAY!!!!" Over, and over, and over, and over, and over again!

As if in counterpoint, I could hear Dr. Dupree's voice saying: "That's it. Very good. Very, very good! The truth at last."



I was dressed again when the ther****t came back in to the exam room. She was smiling faintly to herself. She seemed exceedingly pleased with things.

"Well," she said. "That went very well! But, I think it would be good if you came back again in say, a week. I think it would be good for a repeat of todays session. You went quite far on just a first session, but you could benefit from further reinf***ement."

"Reinf***ement?"

"Yes. You took the courageous step today of admitting that you're gay. You are to be commended for that. But--it would be a mistake to assume that one admission is all that's needed to settle the issue."

I just stood there.

When I left the office, I first made another appointment to go back to see Dr. Dupree!


My wife was extremely eager to hear every detail of that first session.

"So? ARE you gay? Did that come out at all?"

"I took a significant first step. That's all I'll say."

She kissed me.

"I'm very proud of you!"

"You are?"

"Of course I am!"