Counselor's Tough-Love Lesson

Lexi smacks her clipboard on the desk. Couple should’ve practiced the equality thing. Didn’t. She spots the hesitation in their hips, the stubborn set of their jaws, and the choice becomes obvious. “Strip,” she says. They freeze. Cuffs click. Lexi links their wrists, cold metal to warm skin, Tommy’s left to Aften’s right. No balance now—just tangle and surrender. She steps in, big silicone head glistening, shiny double shaft wobbling between her fingers. First thrust pushes one bulb deep into Tommy; the second follow-through sinks the other end into Aften. Bodies arch, shoulders yank, moans knock together. Lexi rocks the middle, forcing the wives to meet in the middle whether they like it or not. Sweat slides down Aften’s spine, drips onto Tommy’s wrist. Cuffs bite every time someone flinches. Lexi smirks. They’re learning the lesson. Or at least their cunts are.