As soon as Mac brought over the disc with the pictures from the previous day's photo shoot I sat down at the computer and checked them out with Jolene at my side. As we went through each set I asked her what she had been feeling at the time, but I didn't get any more out of her than I did before. By the time we finished, my wife was blushing, but she did stay and look at every picture.
I had to know if she had hidden anything from me, so I put her into a hypnotic state using her pass-phrase and questioned her again. The only thing she had held back was what had happened right at the end of the shoot, after she had cum. Here's what she said in her own words:
"I was just enjoying the whole-body tingling I get after cumming hard and I felt a soft caress on my cheek. I thought it was you and I was going to beg you to fuck me, I needed a cock in me so badly. But when I opened my eyes, there was Mac looking at me with such lust in his eyes. For a moment I wondered what his cock looked like. I noticed it was very hard while he was taking the pictures. Then I wondered what it felt like, what it would feel like in my pussy. I knew that if I pulled his head down and kissed him that I would find out. I almost did; I needed a cock in me so much. Then I realized that I couldn't and ran upstairs before my resolve broke."
Wow. It was hard to believe that this was my wife talking. Not long ago all everything that happened yesterday would have been unthinkable. Hell, that included everything that happened at the bar too. When this all first started all I wanted was to get my wife to be a little more adventurous and to enjoy sex a little more. Now that I had achieved that, and more, I found that it wasn't enough.
I had an idea of what I wanted, but I needed to make some additional changes in Jolene. I lowered her inhibitions to showing her body to other men even further by telling her it was OK if she was home because she was safe at home. While this seems weak, it actually makes sense to the unconscious mind. I also told her that it was normal to wonder about other men, what their cocks look like and feel like. Finally, the really fun part: I planted a deep suggestion that when she heard me say the word "Shazam" she would feel compelled to do anything anybody asked her as long as they said "Please". Repeated utterances of "Please" would increase the compulsion. Normally this would be difficult to do, but she had already shown an inclination to respond positively to polite requests, and my influence on her mind was considerable now. Even so, I planned to repeat that suggestion several more times before I tried using it. As always I told her that it made me happy when she obeyed my suggestions.
I knew that I was walking a fine line at this point, but the excitement from what I was planning burned so strong in my mind that I just couldn't help myself. I rationalized that this was the last time, that after this I would reverse most of the changes I had made to Jolene and would return her to a more "normal" state of mind. Yes, just one more time.
After a few more days, and conditioning sessions, I felt my plan was ready to put into motion. I invited three of my friends from work out to lunch at a local Hooters. Fred, Harry, and Ben were all too glad to take me up on my invitation since the waitresses there were exceptional. I had picked this particular place for lunch because I knew the conversation would eventually turn to sex, and I was right.
"Man, look at that ass." Fred whispered. He was usually the one to start it. "I'd love to get into those shorts."
"You're such a horn-dog, Fred." That was Ben, the most reserved of the three.
"You'd have to hypnotize her to do that." I snorted.
"Yeah, if only hypnosis was real." Was Fred's retort. The other two agreed.
"Well, actually, it is real, if you know how to do it and you have a receptive subject." I answered. That was the hook, but would they bite?
"Bullshit!" Harry exclaimed. "Prove it."
"Yeah, prove it, man." Harry added.
"Well, actually, to tell the truth, I could prove it." I stated.
"How?" Fred asked skeptically.
"I've done it."
"You? You've hypnotized someone?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Yes I have." I stated flatly.
"Bullshit." Fred said.
"No, really." I insisted.
"OK Pete, who and when?" Fred demanded. They all three looked expectantly at me.
"All right, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anybody else." They all agreed. "OK, I hypnotized my wife, a couple of months ago."
"Let me get this straight," Fred said, "you hypnotized your wife Jolene? To do what, cluck like a chicken?" They all laughed.
"Yes, I hypnotized Jolene. At first I just wanted to get her to do a little more housework, you know?" They laughed again. "It worked so well, though, that I decided to loosen her up in bed a little. Then, that worked so well, that I just continued to get her to do more and more until now she'll pretty much do anything that I ask."
They weren't laughing anymore. All their mouths were hanging open, but Fred recovered first. "I don't believe you."
"Care to put your money where your mouth is?" I asked. This was the final setup, hopefully they would go for it.
"A bet?" Fred asked. "OK, I bet you twenty dollars that you are lying."
"How about fifty dollars. Each." I countered. I figured they might not buy it unless I upped the ante.
"How would you go about proving your claim?" Ben asked.
"You guys can come over tonight after supper and I'll say a code word to her and then she'll do anything I ask. I'll ask her to do a few things that she normally would not do in front of other people, and when she does them, you guys have to pay up." I explained my plan, at least the first part.
"What kind of things?" Harry asked.
"All I'll say now is that you will be convinced." I said as I winked.
"OK Pete, I'm in." Fred called. Harry quickly agreed.
"What about you Ben?" I asked. "It's all three or none."
"I'm not sure this is a good idea, but I don't want to be a kill-joy. I'm in." He answered after a few seconds of reflection.
At supper that night I told Jolene that I had invited my three coworkers over to look at some of the pictures from her recent photo shoot. She seemed a bit alarmed by that but I quickly added that I wouldn't show them the nude pictures, I'd probably just stop at the topless ones. She still blushed a bit, but didn't object to that plan.
Jolene was cleaning up in the kitchen when the three men arrived, so I just led them over to the computer as I had planned. I showed them my wife's pictures, including a couple of the topless ones. They all had their eyes glued to the monitor, gazing at a picture of my topless wife looking back with a lustful look in her eyes.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
"Very nice," Fred opined, "but that does not prove you hypnotized her." The other two agreed.
"So you want more proof." I said and they just nodded their heads. One last chance to back out, I thought. But no, I didn't come this far to quit now. I led my coworkers into the dining room and called my wife. When she came into the room I stepped up to her and whispered "Shazam" into her ear. She showed no outward sign that anything had changed, but I new that everything had just changed for both of us.
"Jolene," I said in as normal a voice as I could muster, "please lift up your shirt for us."
"OK." She said and then my wife, who used to be too shy to be naked anywhere in the house except the bedroom and bathroom, casually grasped the bottom edge of her t-shirt and pulled it up to her arm pits. She stood there ******** her wonderful tits encased in a nice white frilly bra. Even though they had already seen more of her in the pictures, the real thing had a much bigger effect on my friends. They stood there with their mouths agape, dumbfounded at what they were witnessing. My wife just stood there with her shirt held up as if it was a normal thing for her to do, although I could see she was starting to blush.
Fred recovered first. "Doesn't prove a thing. You convinced her to do that for the hundred fifty. Hell, I bet she shows more at the beach."
"A hundred and fifty, what's he talking about Peter?" My wife asked me with a confused look on her face. I shushed her and said I'd explain later.
I knew that Fred would try to push it, but I was counting on that. "OK. Honey take the shirt off please." I ordered. I wasn't surprised when she did. But I wasn't done, and before Fred could say anything I told her "Loose the bra too. Please."
Their eyes got big as Jolene reached between her tits, unclasped the bra, and slid it down off her arms. The sound it made when she dropped it to the floor sounded like a bowling ball hitting concrete, the room was so quiet.
"I don't believe it." Fred whispered.
"What are you guys staring at?" She asked, giggling a little. "Haven't you ever seen a topless woman before?"
She was breathing a little faster now and her nipples were hard, so I knew she was getting excited by this. I stepped over to Fred, and in a conspiratorial voice said "Try it yourself, tell her to do something." He looked unsure, but then spoke up.
"Come over her, Jolene, and kiss me."
"I don't think that would be proper. I hardly know you." She answered.
Fred gave me that "what the hell" look. Chuckling I told him that I just wanted to prove that she was operating under a sophisticated type of the hypnotic compulsion. "Try again, but use the magic word."
Fred thought for a moment before he understood the hint. "Please come over her and kiss me, Jolene."
Now she crossed the dining room, stepped up to Fred, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Do it again, but with much more passion, please." He demanded.
This time my wife put her arms around him and starting kissing him with real sexual energy, opening up her mouth to accept his tongue when he pressed it against her lips. He also put his arms around her and stroked up and down her bare back. I glanced at my other two friends. They were mesmerized by the sight of my wife kissing Fred like that. Ben actually looked a little shocked.
"OK, OK, break it up you two or I'll get the hose." I joked. Fred reluctantly broke the kiss and my wife stepped back from him. "So, do I win?" I asked as I reached into my pocket and pushed a button on my cell phone.
"All right, what's going on?" My wife demanded.
Fred looked at Jolene, who was now breathing a little bit heavier, and then back at me. "Well, I guess..."
My home phone rang. I was expecting that since the call was coming from my cell phone. I grabbed the cordless phone before my wife could and answered it. I then pretended to talk to someone on the other end. "OK," I said to the nonexistent caller, "I'll be there in thirty minutes, call me on my cell if anything changes." I hung up the phone.
"We have an emergency database problem at one of our select sites, and I'm on call tonight, so we'll have to call it a night. Just leave your money on the table boys and I'll talk to you tomorrow. You can let yourselves out, I gotta go." Before anybody could say anything I hurried out, got into my car, and drove off.
This was the part of my plan that only I knew about. I had left the cordless phone in "room monitor" mode so that I could use the other handset, which I had already stashed in my car, to listen in on everything that was said while I was gone.
"What the hell is going on?" My wife wanted to know.
"Well, I guess we should be going too." Ben said.
"Not so fast, not so fast." Fred jumped in. "It would be rude to leave so soon. Jolene, please tell tell us you want us to stay and keep you company."
"Oh, could you stay and keep me company?" My wife responded as if it was her idea.
I arrived at my destination; only a block away, but from this vantage point I could see into my dining room through the sliding glass doors using a pair of field binoculars. I had left the blinds open for just this reason. Now I could see and hear everything that happened and still race home quickly if needed. As I had hoped, Fred was taking advantage of the situation.
"Why do you want us to stay?" Harry asked this time.
"Well, um, I'm not sure." I could tell she was a bit confused. "I guess because you are nice polite men, and I, ah, think I'll enjoy your company."
"Please tell us the truth, Jolene; are you turned-on standing here topless with three horny men you just met while your husband is away?" Fred inquired.
She looked down, deeply embarrassed. "Yes. I am." She looked up a little startled and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, my! Did I just say that? What's gotten into me tonight?"
"You have the sexiest legs I've seen in a long time honey; it's a shame to cover them with those pants." Fred noted.
Jolene started blushing again. "Thank you, but how did you...oh, the pictures."
"Why don't you take them off. Please." Fred ordered.
"I don't think I should," my wife began as she started unbuttoning her jeans, "but since you've already seen them, I guess it won't hurt." She finished as she pulled down the zip, and slid them down her silky legs. Since Fred had told her to take them off, she pushed the jeans to the ground and stepped out of them. Now she was standing there in front of three men that were virtual strangers with just her white cotton briefs on.
I was surprised at how quickly her mind would rationalize the actions she was being compelled to perform. It was working out even better than I thought it would.
"I don't know if we should be doing this." Ben said nervously.
"Shut up, Ben." Fred snapped. Turning to my wife he said "You are a really nice kisser, honey. Kiss me again, but like I was your husband. Please." Jolene stepped up to him and starting kissing him passionately again, but this time she was running her hands down his back and squeezing his butt. He did the same, but slipped his hands under her panties and was massaging her naked ass cheeks. At first I was a little shocked, but then I remembered that he said "like your husband", and of course that's how we would kiss in that situation.
"Hey, stop hogging all the action." Harry complained.
"OK, now please go kiss Harry the same way." Fred told her. Jolene then repeated her performance on Harry and he too took advantage of her ass, but he also felt up her tits a little before Fred stopped them. I was hard as a rock, and I wanted desperately to jack off, but I didn't want to put down the binoculars.
"This is wrong." Ben said anxiously. "We should leave."
Fred was having none of that. "Jolene, please go do the same with Ben." She stepped over to Ben and started kissing him like she did Fred and Harry. At first he just stood there, resisting the urge to kiss her back, but that didn't last long. Soon he had tongue in her mouth and was running his hands over her nearly naked body as well. Fred stopped them after a couple of minutes.
"So do you still want to leave?" Fred asked.
Ben stammered something, but I didn't get to find out what he said because suddenly there was a light shining in my car and someone was knocking on the window. I jumped back in the seat, dropping the cordless phone handset on the floor and causing the batteries to pop out all over. Someone was shining a flashlight into my car and I heard a voice saying, "Sir, please step out of the car."
I rolled down the the window a little bit and then I could see it was a cop. Shit! "Please step out of the car." He repeated. I noticed another policeman standing in front of my car with his hand on the butt of his gun, which thankfully was still in the holster. I decided it would be a good idea to step out of the car. I put the binoculars down on the seat and slowly opened the door.
"This isn't what it looks like, officer." I tried to explain, but he wasn't listening to me.
"Turn around and put your hands on the hood of the car." He ordered. I complied.
"But officer, I live just over..." I never got to finish my sentence. He jerked my hands around behind my back and snapped on the cuffs. Then he started reading me my Miranda rights as he led me to his squad car. I heard him say something like "fucking peeper" under his breath and I had to try one last time to get through to him. "I live at the house I was watching. Please, just check my ID, it's in my back pocket."
He didn't seem exactly convinced, but he dug my wallet out of my back pocket and squinted at my driver's license, then back at me. He looked at his partner and said, "Let's run him and see if anything turns up." He keys up his radio and calls the dispatcher, passing on my name and address, asking for any "wants or warrants". The time seems to pass very slowly as we wait for the response. I'm wondering what's going on with my wife and my three coworkers. I was afraid and excited at the same time as different possibilities went through my head.
Finally the dispatcher came back and informed the officer that I had a clean record and did live at the address on my license. "So what the heck were you doing spying on your own house?" He asked.
I had already made something up while we were waiting on the dispatcher. "I think my wife has been cheating on me with my neighbor when I went out on service calls, so I was trying to catch them in the act." I said as convincingly as I could muster.
He shook his head sadly. "Look, you should either hire a professional or install some hidden cameras or something, but you can't sit out here with binoculars. It spooks the rest of the neighborhood and someone winds up calling us on a prowler or peeping tom complaint." He admonished me.
I drove away as the two policemen watched me and turned into my neighborhood. As I was heading around the block I speed-dialed my home phone. It rang about five times before my wife answered it.
"Hello?" She sounded out of breath. I was dying to know what was going on.
"Hello honey." I said as naturally as possible. "Are you OK? You sound out of breath."
"I'm fine." She answered. "Are you coming home soon? I'm so horny."
"Yes, I'll be home in about five minutes. Hang in there." I responded as I parked a few houses down from my own and turned off the car.
"OK, bye." And she hung up the phone.
I sat and watched my house. Ben was the first one to come out, walk quickly to his car and speed off. About a minute later Harry and Fred repeated Ben's performance. I started my car and pulled into my garage.
My wife was sitting in the dining room, money scattered on the table. She looked flush and was breathing a little fast. When she heard me enter the room she launched herself at me. "I'm so glad you are home! Let's fuck." She never says the word "fuck", so I knew she was horny as hell.
"Whoa, slow down there. What's gotten into you?" I asked as if I didn't have a clue.
"Your friends have gotten me all hot and bothered, and don't pretend you don't know." She answered.
"What are you talking about?" I continued to play innocent.
"I don't know how you did it, but I'm sure you set this up somehow." She accused me.
"Slow down, slow down. Just tell me what happened after I left, please, and don't leave anything out." I requested, using the please to make sure she didn't skip anything. I could have put her into a hypnotic state and pulled the story out, but it would be more fun this way, making her relive it.
"Well, they seemed like nice polite men, so I asked them to stay and keep me company. They complimented my legs, saying they were sexy. I guess they liked the pictures you showed them because they wanted to see them for real. The older guy, Fred I think, asked me to take off my jeans, and I thought if you were there you would want me to show off my legs, so I took them off." She recounted.
"What were you feeling at that time?" I asked.
"That's exactly what they wanted to know too, so I'll tell you what I told them. I was horny standing there practically naked in front of three men that I hardly new. My nipples were getting hard and my pussy was getting tingly. I could tell they were getting excited too." She said.
"How?"
"By the bulges in their pants. That made me hot too, thinking that I did that. Then Fred said I was a good kisser and wanted me to kiss him again, but to pretend it was you. It sounded like fun, and I was wishing you were there, so I did it. He ran his hands over my body, even putting his hands under my panties. I enjoyed it, imagining it was you. Then I did the same thing with the other two, only their hands roamed even more, playing with my tits and pinching my nipples. I know I should have stopped them, but it felt so good! I was also feeling guilty, but you left me there with them, so it was your fault." She stated.
"I had no idea that was going to happen." At least not exactly, I thought to myself. Just a little white lie, no big deal. "But it sounds like you handled it well."
Jolene snorted softly. "Yeah, sure I did. The next thing I know one of them is telling me that I have a nice ass and that it is a shame to hide an ass like that and that I should take off my undies. I thought to myself, if this is what Peter wants, then that's what he's going to get, and I took them off. It was incredibly embarrassing, but also incredibly erotic to be standing there naked being ogled by three horny men in my dining room. But still I felt safe because I was sure you had set the entire thing up and would come bursting into the room at any minute to drag me upstairs and shag me."
"But you didn't suddenly storm into the room, and they didn't leave either. Instead they complimented me on my shaved pussy and said they had never seen one before in real life. So Fred told to me lay down on the table with my legs dangling off so he could get a closer look. I said that things were going to far, and that they should leave, but he kept begging, saying "please do it", so I thought if I did this one additional thing they would all leave me alone. Besides I knew you would want me to do it if you were there. Right?"
"Oh, yes, I would have. That would have excited me as much as you, and it did excite you, didn't it." I answered.
"Yes. I couldn't help it. My pussy was really wet as I climbed up onto the table. The were all looking at me saying how sexy I was, and how they wanted to feel my 'bald pussy', as they put it. By that point I desperately wanted someone to touch it, so I didn't stop them. The feeling of their hands caressing my sex was wonderful, but it just made me want more, especially when then started opening me up and playing with my button. Then one of them said I was gushing and making a puddle on the table; I believe him, I was so worked up."
I was so incredibly hard at this point that I wanted to tear my wife's clothes off and fuck her right there, but I also wanted to hear the end of the story, so with enormous effort I restrained myself.
"I was trembling from the sexual tension and it felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. Then Fred says that he just has to taste me and before I can say anything, his tongue is slashing up and down my gash, swirling over my clit as it passes by. It felt indescribably good and in minutes I was nearing my release. Then he stopped. I begged him not to stop, but he did. Then he asked me what I was feeling. I told him that I was on fire and wanted to cum. And he asked me if I wanted him to eat me until I came, and I told him YES!." Jolene was very agitated now, almost as if she was experiencing the events again. I didn't interrupt her.
"He started licking me again and it made my body sing. Again I was building towards my orgasm, but this time he kept going until I came. It was intense, starting at my pussy, but washing up my spine to the top of my head, and down my feet to my toes. I think I cried out, but I'm not sure. After it was over they marveled at how much juice I had released and kept playing with my pussy, except now they were fingering me. As good as that felt, I really needed a cock." She sighed.
"Then Fred asked me what I was feeling, and I said I was feeling good. Then he said "please be honest", and I blurted out that I needed a cock. I still can't believe I did that! Then he asked me who's cock did I want, but I didn't answer him. He just repeated the question and demanded that I answer. For some reason I didn't feel like fighting him any more so I told him the truth: I told him I didn't care, I just wanted a cock, any cock." Jolene moaned.
I was stunned. I knew that the conditioning had been successful, but I had now idea the extent!
"Fred was finger fucking me, and the other two were sucking on my tits and it was driving me crazy, so when he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, I screamed at him: Yes, fuck me you bastard, give me your hard cock! I felt completely out of control and all I wanted was cock. I heard him unzip his pants and a few seconds later I felt his cock head at my entrance. He hesitated, then pushed it all the way in with no problem, since I was sopping wet. It felt so good to be full of his hot, hard cock. He just left it that way for a few seconds before he started thrusting. Slow at first, but speeding up as he neared his release. He was hitting my g-spot just right and slamming into my clit wonderfully hard and before I knew it I was cumming again, spasming around his cock. He kept fucking me and the waves of pure pleasure kept washing over me again and again. Finally he rammed it into me one last time and came, grunting and spurting his seed into my married pussy." When she finished her eyes were glazed over from the memory. I was ready to spurt into my pants.
"The other two were eying me, probably thinking it was their turn when you called and said you would be home in five minutes. When I told them what you said they got scared and started getting dressed. Before they left they all threw some money on the table, which really made me feel humiliated, being treated like a whore, but Fred said it was just some money you had won on a bet and they were paying up. Then he told me to get dressed, act naturally, and forget everything that had happened since you left. As if I could, but I didn't tell him that. Then he left and you came home. So now what do you want to do?" She asked with a wicked look in her eyes.
I told her to strip and get up on the table where she was for Fred. I didn't last long, only a few strokes before I added my load to Fred's, but I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. I was still hard and I planned on a lot more sex before the evening was over. I had her recount her experiences with my coworkers again and again as I continued to fuck her on the table, the floor, the kitchen counter, you name it. When I couldn't get hard anymore I fucked her with a cock-shaped vibrator. I don't know how many times she came, but I'm sure it was a personal record.
The next day we were both so sore and tired that we called into work sick. We still managed to make love twice that day, tenderly and slowly, once in the shower and once on the sofa. My desire to see my wife in sluttier and sluttier situations was satiated. Or was it?
I had to know if she had hidden anything from me, so I put her into a hypnotic state using her pass-phrase and questioned her again. The only thing she had held back was what had happened right at the end of the shoot, after she had cum. Here's what she said in her own words:
"I was just enjoying the whole-body tingling I get after cumming hard and I felt a soft caress on my cheek. I thought it was you and I was going to beg you to fuck me, I needed a cock in me so badly. But when I opened my eyes, there was Mac looking at me with such lust in his eyes. For a moment I wondered what his cock looked like. I noticed it was very hard while he was taking the pictures. Then I wondered what it felt like, what it would feel like in my pussy. I knew that if I pulled his head down and kissed him that I would find out. I almost did; I needed a cock in me so much. Then I realized that I couldn't and ran upstairs before my resolve broke."
Wow. It was hard to believe that this was my wife talking. Not long ago all everything that happened yesterday would have been unthinkable. Hell, that included everything that happened at the bar too. When this all first started all I wanted was to get my wife to be a little more adventurous and to enjoy sex a little more. Now that I had achieved that, and more, I found that it wasn't enough.
I had an idea of what I wanted, but I needed to make some additional changes in Jolene. I lowered her inhibitions to showing her body to other men even further by telling her it was OK if she was home because she was safe at home. While this seems weak, it actually makes sense to the unconscious mind. I also told her that it was normal to wonder about other men, what their cocks look like and feel like. Finally, the really fun part: I planted a deep suggestion that when she heard me say the word "Shazam" she would feel compelled to do anything anybody asked her as long as they said "Please". Repeated utterances of "Please" would increase the compulsion. Normally this would be difficult to do, but she had already shown an inclination to respond positively to polite requests, and my influence on her mind was considerable now. Even so, I planned to repeat that suggestion several more times before I tried using it. As always I told her that it made me happy when she obeyed my suggestions.
I knew that I was walking a fine line at this point, but the excitement from what I was planning burned so strong in my mind that I just couldn't help myself. I rationalized that this was the last time, that after this I would reverse most of the changes I had made to Jolene and would return her to a more "normal" state of mind. Yes, just one more time.
After a few more days, and conditioning sessions, I felt my plan was ready to put into motion. I invited three of my friends from work out to lunch at a local Hooters. Fred, Harry, and Ben were all too glad to take me up on my invitation since the waitresses there were exceptional. I had picked this particular place for lunch because I knew the conversation would eventually turn to sex, and I was right.
"Man, look at that ass." Fred whispered. He was usually the one to start it. "I'd love to get into those shorts."
"You're such a horn-dog, Fred." That was Ben, the most reserved of the three.
"You'd have to hypnotize her to do that." I snorted.
"Yeah, if only hypnosis was real." Was Fred's retort. The other two agreed.
"Well, actually, it is real, if you know how to do it and you have a receptive subject." I answered. That was the hook, but would they bite?
"Bullshit!" Harry exclaimed. "Prove it."
"Yeah, prove it, man." Harry added.
"Well, actually, to tell the truth, I could prove it." I stated.
"How?" Fred asked skeptically.
"I've done it."
"You? You've hypnotized someone?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Yes I have." I stated flatly.
"Bullshit." Fred said.
"No, really." I insisted.
"OK Pete, who and when?" Fred demanded. They all three looked expectantly at me.
"All right, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anybody else." They all agreed. "OK, I hypnotized my wife, a couple of months ago."
"Let me get this straight," Fred said, "you hypnotized your wife Jolene? To do what, cluck like a chicken?" They all laughed.
"Yes, I hypnotized Jolene. At first I just wanted to get her to do a little more housework, you know?" They laughed again. "It worked so well, though, that I decided to loosen her up in bed a little. Then, that worked so well, that I just continued to get her to do more and more until now she'll pretty much do anything that I ask."
They weren't laughing anymore. All their mouths were hanging open, but Fred recovered first. "I don't believe you."
"Care to put your money where your mouth is?" I asked. This was the final setup, hopefully they would go for it.
"A bet?" Fred asked. "OK, I bet you twenty dollars that you are lying."
"How about fifty dollars. Each." I countered. I figured they might not buy it unless I upped the ante.
"How would you go about proving your claim?" Ben asked.
"You guys can come over tonight after supper and I'll say a code word to her and then she'll do anything I ask. I'll ask her to do a few things that she normally would not do in front of other people, and when she does them, you guys have to pay up." I explained my plan, at least the first part.
"What kind of things?" Harry asked.
"All I'll say now is that you will be convinced." I said as I winked.
"OK Pete, I'm in." Fred called. Harry quickly agreed.
"What about you Ben?" I asked. "It's all three or none."
"I'm not sure this is a good idea, but I don't want to be a kill-joy. I'm in." He answered after a few seconds of reflection.
At supper that night I told Jolene that I had invited my three coworkers over to look at some of the pictures from her recent photo shoot. She seemed a bit alarmed by that but I quickly added that I wouldn't show them the nude pictures, I'd probably just stop at the topless ones. She still blushed a bit, but didn't object to that plan.
Jolene was cleaning up in the kitchen when the three men arrived, so I just led them over to the computer as I had planned. I showed them my wife's pictures, including a couple of the topless ones. They all had their eyes glued to the monitor, gazing at a picture of my topless wife looking back with a lustful look in her eyes.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
"Very nice," Fred opined, "but that does not prove you hypnotized her." The other two agreed.
"So you want more proof." I said and they just nodded their heads. One last chance to back out, I thought. But no, I didn't come this far to quit now. I led my coworkers into the dining room and called my wife. When she came into the room I stepped up to her and whispered "Shazam" into her ear. She showed no outward sign that anything had changed, but I new that everything had just changed for both of us.
"Jolene," I said in as normal a voice as I could muster, "please lift up your shirt for us."
"OK." She said and then my wife, who used to be too shy to be naked anywhere in the house except the bedroom and bathroom, casually grasped the bottom edge of her t-shirt and pulled it up to her arm pits. She stood there ******** her wonderful tits encased in a nice white frilly bra. Even though they had already seen more of her in the pictures, the real thing had a much bigger effect on my friends. They stood there with their mouths agape, dumbfounded at what they were witnessing. My wife just stood there with her shirt held up as if it was a normal thing for her to do, although I could see she was starting to blush.
Fred recovered first. "Doesn't prove a thing. You convinced her to do that for the hundred fifty. Hell, I bet she shows more at the beach."
"A hundred and fifty, what's he talking about Peter?" My wife asked me with a confused look on her face. I shushed her and said I'd explain later.
I knew that Fred would try to push it, but I was counting on that. "OK. Honey take the shirt off please." I ordered. I wasn't surprised when she did. But I wasn't done, and before Fred could say anything I told her "Loose the bra too. Please."
Their eyes got big as Jolene reached between her tits, unclasped the bra, and slid it down off her arms. The sound it made when she dropped it to the floor sounded like a bowling ball hitting concrete, the room was so quiet.
"I don't believe it." Fred whispered.
"What are you guys staring at?" She asked, giggling a little. "Haven't you ever seen a topless woman before?"
She was breathing a little faster now and her nipples were hard, so I knew she was getting excited by this. I stepped over to Fred, and in a conspiratorial voice said "Try it yourself, tell her to do something." He looked unsure, but then spoke up.
"Come over her, Jolene, and kiss me."
"I don't think that would be proper. I hardly know you." She answered.
Fred gave me that "what the hell" look. Chuckling I told him that I just wanted to prove that she was operating under a sophisticated type of the hypnotic compulsion. "Try again, but use the magic word."
Fred thought for a moment before he understood the hint. "Please come over her and kiss me, Jolene."
Now she crossed the dining room, stepped up to Fred, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Do it again, but with much more passion, please." He demanded.
This time my wife put her arms around him and starting kissing him with real sexual energy, opening up her mouth to accept his tongue when he pressed it against her lips. He also put his arms around her and stroked up and down her bare back. I glanced at my other two friends. They were mesmerized by the sight of my wife kissing Fred like that. Ben actually looked a little shocked.
"OK, OK, break it up you two or I'll get the hose." I joked. Fred reluctantly broke the kiss and my wife stepped back from him. "So, do I win?" I asked as I reached into my pocket and pushed a button on my cell phone.
"All right, what's going on?" My wife demanded.
Fred looked at Jolene, who was now breathing a little bit heavier, and then back at me. "Well, I guess..."
My home phone rang. I was expecting that since the call was coming from my cell phone. I grabbed the cordless phone before my wife could and answered it. I then pretended to talk to someone on the other end. "OK," I said to the nonexistent caller, "I'll be there in thirty minutes, call me on my cell if anything changes." I hung up the phone.
"We have an emergency database problem at one of our select sites, and I'm on call tonight, so we'll have to call it a night. Just leave your money on the table boys and I'll talk to you tomorrow. You can let yourselves out, I gotta go." Before anybody could say anything I hurried out, got into my car, and drove off.
This was the part of my plan that only I knew about. I had left the cordless phone in "room monitor" mode so that I could use the other handset, which I had already stashed in my car, to listen in on everything that was said while I was gone.
"What the hell is going on?" My wife wanted to know.
"Well, I guess we should be going too." Ben said.
"Not so fast, not so fast." Fred jumped in. "It would be rude to leave so soon. Jolene, please tell tell us you want us to stay and keep you company."
"Oh, could you stay and keep me company?" My wife responded as if it was her idea.
I arrived at my destination; only a block away, but from this vantage point I could see into my dining room through the sliding glass doors using a pair of field binoculars. I had left the blinds open for just this reason. Now I could see and hear everything that happened and still race home quickly if needed. As I had hoped, Fred was taking advantage of the situation.
"Why do you want us to stay?" Harry asked this time.
"Well, um, I'm not sure." I could tell she was a bit confused. "I guess because you are nice polite men, and I, ah, think I'll enjoy your company."
"Please tell us the truth, Jolene; are you turned-on standing here topless with three horny men you just met while your husband is away?" Fred inquired.
She looked down, deeply embarrassed. "Yes. I am." She looked up a little startled and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, my! Did I just say that? What's gotten into me tonight?"
"You have the sexiest legs I've seen in a long time honey; it's a shame to cover them with those pants." Fred noted.
Jolene started blushing again. "Thank you, but how did you...oh, the pictures."
"Why don't you take them off. Please." Fred ordered.
"I don't think I should," my wife began as she started unbuttoning her jeans, "but since you've already seen them, I guess it won't hurt." She finished as she pulled down the zip, and slid them down her silky legs. Since Fred had told her to take them off, she pushed the jeans to the ground and stepped out of them. Now she was standing there in front of three men that were virtual strangers with just her white cotton briefs on.
I was surprised at how quickly her mind would rationalize the actions she was being compelled to perform. It was working out even better than I thought it would.
"I don't know if we should be doing this." Ben said nervously.
"Shut up, Ben." Fred snapped. Turning to my wife he said "You are a really nice kisser, honey. Kiss me again, but like I was your husband. Please." Jolene stepped up to him and starting kissing him passionately again, but this time she was running her hands down his back and squeezing his butt. He did the same, but slipped his hands under her panties and was massaging her naked ass cheeks. At first I was a little shocked, but then I remembered that he said "like your husband", and of course that's how we would kiss in that situation.
"Hey, stop hogging all the action." Harry complained.
"OK, now please go kiss Harry the same way." Fred told her. Jolene then repeated her performance on Harry and he too took advantage of her ass, but he also felt up her tits a little before Fred stopped them. I was hard as a rock, and I wanted desperately to jack off, but I didn't want to put down the binoculars.
"This is wrong." Ben said anxiously. "We should leave."
Fred was having none of that. "Jolene, please go do the same with Ben." She stepped over to Ben and started kissing him like she did Fred and Harry. At first he just stood there, resisting the urge to kiss her back, but that didn't last long. Soon he had tongue in her mouth and was running his hands over her nearly naked body as well. Fred stopped them after a couple of minutes.
"So do you still want to leave?" Fred asked.
Ben stammered something, but I didn't get to find out what he said because suddenly there was a light shining in my car and someone was knocking on the window. I jumped back in the seat, dropping the cordless phone handset on the floor and causing the batteries to pop out all over. Someone was shining a flashlight into my car and I heard a voice saying, "Sir, please step out of the car."
I rolled down the the window a little bit and then I could see it was a cop. Shit! "Please step out of the car." He repeated. I noticed another policeman standing in front of my car with his hand on the butt of his gun, which thankfully was still in the holster. I decided it would be a good idea to step out of the car. I put the binoculars down on the seat and slowly opened the door.
"This isn't what it looks like, officer." I tried to explain, but he wasn't listening to me.
"Turn around and put your hands on the hood of the car." He ordered. I complied.
"But officer, I live just over..." I never got to finish my sentence. He jerked my hands around behind my back and snapped on the cuffs. Then he started reading me my Miranda rights as he led me to his squad car. I heard him say something like "fucking peeper" under his breath and I had to try one last time to get through to him. "I live at the house I was watching. Please, just check my ID, it's in my back pocket."
He didn't seem exactly convinced, but he dug my wallet out of my back pocket and squinted at my driver's license, then back at me. He looked at his partner and said, "Let's run him and see if anything turns up." He keys up his radio and calls the dispatcher, passing on my name and address, asking for any "wants or warrants". The time seems to pass very slowly as we wait for the response. I'm wondering what's going on with my wife and my three coworkers. I was afraid and excited at the same time as different possibilities went through my head.
Finally the dispatcher came back and informed the officer that I had a clean record and did live at the address on my license. "So what the heck were you doing spying on your own house?" He asked.
I had already made something up while we were waiting on the dispatcher. "I think my wife has been cheating on me with my neighbor when I went out on service calls, so I was trying to catch them in the act." I said as convincingly as I could muster.
He shook his head sadly. "Look, you should either hire a professional or install some hidden cameras or something, but you can't sit out here with binoculars. It spooks the rest of the neighborhood and someone winds up calling us on a prowler or peeping tom complaint." He admonished me.
I drove away as the two policemen watched me and turned into my neighborhood. As I was heading around the block I speed-dialed my home phone. It rang about five times before my wife answered it.
"Hello?" She sounded out of breath. I was dying to know what was going on.
"Hello honey." I said as naturally as possible. "Are you OK? You sound out of breath."
"I'm fine." She answered. "Are you coming home soon? I'm so horny."
"Yes, I'll be home in about five minutes. Hang in there." I responded as I parked a few houses down from my own and turned off the car.
"OK, bye." And she hung up the phone.
I sat and watched my house. Ben was the first one to come out, walk quickly to his car and speed off. About a minute later Harry and Fred repeated Ben's performance. I started my car and pulled into my garage.
My wife was sitting in the dining room, money scattered on the table. She looked flush and was breathing a little fast. When she heard me enter the room she launched herself at me. "I'm so glad you are home! Let's fuck." She never says the word "fuck", so I knew she was horny as hell.
"Whoa, slow down there. What's gotten into you?" I asked as if I didn't have a clue.
"Your friends have gotten me all hot and bothered, and don't pretend you don't know." She answered.
"What are you talking about?" I continued to play innocent.
"I don't know how you did it, but I'm sure you set this up somehow." She accused me.
"Slow down, slow down. Just tell me what happened after I left, please, and don't leave anything out." I requested, using the please to make sure she didn't skip anything. I could have put her into a hypnotic state and pulled the story out, but it would be more fun this way, making her relive it.
"Well, they seemed like nice polite men, so I asked them to stay and keep me company. They complimented my legs, saying they were sexy. I guess they liked the pictures you showed them because they wanted to see them for real. The older guy, Fred I think, asked me to take off my jeans, and I thought if you were there you would want me to show off my legs, so I took them off." She recounted.
"What were you feeling at that time?" I asked.
"That's exactly what they wanted to know too, so I'll tell you what I told them. I was horny standing there practically naked in front of three men that I hardly new. My nipples were getting hard and my pussy was getting tingly. I could tell they were getting excited too." She said.
"How?"
"By the bulges in their pants. That made me hot too, thinking that I did that. Then Fred said I was a good kisser and wanted me to kiss him again, but to pretend it was you. It sounded like fun, and I was wishing you were there, so I did it. He ran his hands over my body, even putting his hands under my panties. I enjoyed it, imagining it was you. Then I did the same thing with the other two, only their hands roamed even more, playing with my tits and pinching my nipples. I know I should have stopped them, but it felt so good! I was also feeling guilty, but you left me there with them, so it was your fault." She stated.
"I had no idea that was going to happen." At least not exactly, I thought to myself. Just a little white lie, no big deal. "But it sounds like you handled it well."
Jolene snorted softly. "Yeah, sure I did. The next thing I know one of them is telling me that I have a nice ass and that it is a shame to hide an ass like that and that I should take off my undies. I thought to myself, if this is what Peter wants, then that's what he's going to get, and I took them off. It was incredibly embarrassing, but also incredibly erotic to be standing there naked being ogled by three horny men in my dining room. But still I felt safe because I was sure you had set the entire thing up and would come bursting into the room at any minute to drag me upstairs and shag me."
"But you didn't suddenly storm into the room, and they didn't leave either. Instead they complimented me on my shaved pussy and said they had never seen one before in real life. So Fred told to me lay down on the table with my legs dangling off so he could get a closer look. I said that things were going to far, and that they should leave, but he kept begging, saying "please do it", so I thought if I did this one additional thing they would all leave me alone. Besides I knew you would want me to do it if you were there. Right?"
"Oh, yes, I would have. That would have excited me as much as you, and it did excite you, didn't it." I answered.
"Yes. I couldn't help it. My pussy was really wet as I climbed up onto the table. The were all looking at me saying how sexy I was, and how they wanted to feel my 'bald pussy', as they put it. By that point I desperately wanted someone to touch it, so I didn't stop them. The feeling of their hands caressing my sex was wonderful, but it just made me want more, especially when then started opening me up and playing with my button. Then one of them said I was gushing and making a puddle on the table; I believe him, I was so worked up."
I was so incredibly hard at this point that I wanted to tear my wife's clothes off and fuck her right there, but I also wanted to hear the end of the story, so with enormous effort I restrained myself.
"I was trembling from the sexual tension and it felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. Then Fred says that he just has to taste me and before I can say anything, his tongue is slashing up and down my gash, swirling over my clit as it passes by. It felt indescribably good and in minutes I was nearing my release. Then he stopped. I begged him not to stop, but he did. Then he asked me what I was feeling. I told him that I was on fire and wanted to cum. And he asked me if I wanted him to eat me until I came, and I told him YES!." Jolene was very agitated now, almost as if she was experiencing the events again. I didn't interrupt her.
"He started licking me again and it made my body sing. Again I was building towards my orgasm, but this time he kept going until I came. It was intense, starting at my pussy, but washing up my spine to the top of my head, and down my feet to my toes. I think I cried out, but I'm not sure. After it was over they marveled at how much juice I had released and kept playing with my pussy, except now they were fingering me. As good as that felt, I really needed a cock." She sighed.
"Then Fred asked me what I was feeling, and I said I was feeling good. Then he said "please be honest", and I blurted out that I needed a cock. I still can't believe I did that! Then he asked me who's cock did I want, but I didn't answer him. He just repeated the question and demanded that I answer. For some reason I didn't feel like fighting him any more so I told him the truth: I told him I didn't care, I just wanted a cock, any cock." Jolene moaned.
I was stunned. I knew that the conditioning had been successful, but I had now idea the extent!
"Fred was finger fucking me, and the other two were sucking on my tits and it was driving me crazy, so when he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, I screamed at him: Yes, fuck me you bastard, give me your hard cock! I felt completely out of control and all I wanted was cock. I heard him unzip his pants and a few seconds later I felt his cock head at my entrance. He hesitated, then pushed it all the way in with no problem, since I was sopping wet. It felt so good to be full of his hot, hard cock. He just left it that way for a few seconds before he started thrusting. Slow at first, but speeding up as he neared his release. He was hitting my g-spot just right and slamming into my clit wonderfully hard and before I knew it I was cumming again, spasming around his cock. He kept fucking me and the waves of pure pleasure kept washing over me again and again. Finally he rammed it into me one last time and came, grunting and spurting his seed into my married pussy." When she finished her eyes were glazed over from the memory. I was ready to spurt into my pants.
"The other two were eying me, probably thinking it was their turn when you called and said you would be home in five minutes. When I told them what you said they got scared and started getting dressed. Before they left they all threw some money on the table, which really made me feel humiliated, being treated like a whore, but Fred said it was just some money you had won on a bet and they were paying up. Then he told me to get dressed, act naturally, and forget everything that had happened since you left. As if I could, but I didn't tell him that. Then he left and you came home. So now what do you want to do?" She asked with a wicked look in her eyes.
I told her to strip and get up on the table where she was for Fred. I didn't last long, only a few strokes before I added my load to Fred's, but I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. I was still hard and I planned on a lot more sex before the evening was over. I had her recount her experiences with my coworkers again and again as I continued to fuck her on the table, the floor, the kitchen counter, you name it. When I couldn't get hard anymore I fucked her with a cock-shaped vibrator. I don't know how many times she came, but I'm sure it was a personal record.
The next day we were both so sore and tired that we called into work sick. We still managed to make love twice that day, tenderly and slowly, once in the shower and once on the sofa. My desire to see my wife in sluttier and sluttier situations was satiated. Or was it?
