4 comments/ 102287 views/ 24 favorites My Wife Exposed in Reno Ch. 01 By: Calvin427 1. Nancy's Misgivings For over a month Nancy and I had a really great time watching and re-watching the video I'd made of her having sex with several guys one September night in San Francisco. We also talked about it a lot. I especially liked her telling me, as we watched her in action in the video, how she'd felt and what she'd been thinking as the guys did various things to her. Recently (it was in late October), she surprised me, however, by telling me that she'd been slightly put off by the San Francisco experience. Actually, she almost blurted it out, as though she'd been keeping her feelings to herself for some time. Sure, she admitted, all that fucking and oral sex had been really exciting, even if Carlo's cock was so large that she was sore afterwards. And she admitted that she hadn't faked the several orgasms she'd had. But she'd made a decision. While she knew how much I liked watching her in sexual situations, she didn't want to return to a full-on fuck session with one or more guys anytime soon. Having sex with someone besides me was OK with her, she continued. She'd experienced only a slight feeling of guilt, left over from her conventional upbringing, while being "disloyal" to me. A more practical problem for her was that having sex with several men was somehow too confusing, too out of control, for her to enjoy completely. "I hope I'm not disappointing you," she said. "I'd still like to do some sort of sex theater for you. And, the truth is I enjoy it too. But, for a while at least, I'd like to go back to something more controlled. I like "accidentally" showing myself off, and you've seen how I get off on letting guys fool around with my body. Could you settle for watching me in that sort of scene again?" It was clear to me that Nancy was uneasy, at some level, about what had gone in San Francisco. Her explanation of this uneasiness, however, was far from coherent. The experience had been "exciting" and even orgasmic for her. But she claimed that having sex with more than one man at a time was "confusing" to her. Based on this feeling, she was suddenly insistent that full-on intercourse, even with one man, needed to be suspended for a while. I decided not to argue with her, though. I suspected that this reservation of hers was something that would pass, especially if a sex theater situation got interesting enough. I just needed to be patient. And how could I forget the excitement I'd felt back in Colorado five years earlier spying on my wife through a peephole as several of her male classmates felt her up, finger-fucked her, and ate her cunt until she came. That was when we had definite rules: there was to be no intercourse and she wouldn't take their cocks in her mouth. Only recently, since moving to the West Coast, had we changed the rules (at her suggestion!) so that she would suck guys' cocks and let them fuck her. I kissed her reassuringly and said, "Sure, Nancy. I don't want you doing anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. And you know how much I loved those horny situations you got into back in Golden." She smiled at me teasingly. "And maybe, if you're really good, Cal, I might get really, really carried away and go a little bit beyond the rules. But only with one guy at a time, and I want to be pretty selective, OK?" So, even now her resolve was slipping away. "I'll be good," I said, "whatever that means." She kissed me deeply and said: "Let's make a plan right now. Then let's go into the bedroom and fuck." We brainstormed for about an hour before getting so turned on by the ideas we were considering that we played the dirty San Francisco video again and fucked on the floor. It actually took us two weeks to decide on a loosely organized scheme that satisfied both of us. 2. Driving to Reno Implementing our plan, on a cool day in early November we drove over the mountains to Reno. Berkeley is large and pretty anonymous, but we wanted to lower the risk of running into people we knew. Besides, we enjoyed gambling. Our plan was pretty outrageous in that it would involve my playing the part of a hypnotist. So I got together several props, including a little frog figurine and a black velvet sleeping mask. We weren't sure the plan would come to fruition, but we were ready anyway. As we drove east on I-80, a few miles west of Sacramento, Nancy surprised me by announcing that she felt like getting herself "in the mood" by exposing herself to some truck drivers. She'd never done this before but said she'd read about it somewhere. "I've always wondered how much those guys can see looking down into cars," she said. "And it might be fun." No wonder she'd chosen to wear, despite a chill in the air, low-heeled sandals and a low-cut sun dress with absolutely nothing underneath. And with the dress's top button undone, as she was wearing it now, it became even more low-cut. I could see that this truck-driver flashing idea, though she hadn't mentioned it to me, was hardly spontaneous. "You mean, if they look," I answered. "Mostly they're paying attention to the road, I think. Or at least I hope they are." Perversely, while I found the idea of my wife exposing herself to a strange guys driving struck exciting, I felt like being a wet blanket. "Well, it's a long drive, so let's give it a try, anyway" said Nancy. "First, you need to help me figure out a good pose. I'd like something that looks natural and innocent, if possible. I don't want to get arrested for solicitation or something." She put on her sun-glasses and slid the passenger seat back as far as it would go to give herself maximum leg room. Then she reclined her seat and lay back as though napping. She pulled the hem of her dress up so high that her gorgeous naked thighs and little tuft of reddish-blonde pubic hair were on gorgeous display. From my angle, at least. I doubted a truck driver looking down through our passenger window could see what I could see. "How does this look?" she asked. "Well, it would be a great leg-and-pussy show if we were in a convertible." I reached over with my right hand and reached between her legs. She obliged me by spreading her legs wider apart so I could feel her moist, warm cunt. "Mmm. That really feels good," she said. "Maybe some drivers would enjoy watching you masturbate me." Just then, though, she decided that the safety belt was in her way. She quickly sat up, forcing my hand from between her legs, and unsnapped the belt. Then she slumped back in the seat again, this time with her left leg stretched out straight in front of her and her right leg crossed over it mid-thigh. She'd turned her body slightly away from me so that her right knee almost touched the inside of the passenger door. This caused the hem of her skirt to gather around her waist. She was virtually naked from the waist down. And, of course, in this position her crotch was, potentially at least, on display to anyone sitting high enough (like a truck or bus driver) to look down on it. "If you pass some trucks slowly, I'll peek up and check out how the drivers react. They can't see my eyes behind these shades, so they'll just think I'm asleep." The traffic was fairly heavy, but since we were on a four-lane stretch it didn't take long, driving in the left-middle lane, to come up next to a large rig in the right-middle lane. It was some sort of moving van. "Are you ready for this guy?" I asked. By way of an answer, she spread her thighs a little further apart and yawned, as though really about to take a nap. She rolled her head away from me so she could look up through her window. Nancy is something of a method actress. As we slowly pulled up about fifteen feet to the left-rear of the cab, I looked up into the truck's side-view mirror but couldn't see the driver's face. He must have been sitting back and looking straight ahead. Then, noticing that we weren't blowing past him, I suppose, he leaned forward and suddenly a salt-and-pepper mustachioed face was framed in his side-view mirror. He was peering back and down at us. "We've got his attention now," I said. "Hold that pose and I'll pull up right next to him." I was starting to get into this new game of Nancy's. Looking over at my wife pretending to be asleep while deliberately trying to expose her crotch to a complete stranger was making my cock twitch. "What does he look like?" she whispered. "The Frito Bandito, maybe. He's got that kind of mustache." Then something occurred to me. I'd put our video camera in the back seat. It might be possible to video truck drivers' reactions if I placed it on the console between our seats and aimed it up toward the cabs of the trucks. But I decided to forget it for now. Maybe driving back we could try it. Anyway, I carefully brought our car up so that Nancy was stretched out almost directly below the truck driver's side window. We were only going around 60 miles per hour, but I knew this was no time to get careless. Safety required that I keep an eye on traffic while only risking brief glances at her beautifully obscene display. "Is he looking down at you?" I asked. Nancy answered without moving her lips, like a ventriloquist: "I'm not sure. I can just see his arm. Oops. Yes, I can see him now. And he's definitely looking down. He's sort of craning his neck to see more." Then she was silent for a few seconds. "Now he's sitting up straight again and I can't see him. Maybe he lost interest." "I don't think he lost interest," I said. "It's just that he's moving up on a slower moving truck and has to slow down. I'm going to go ahead and pass the slow truck now. Let's see what the Bandito does then." As we passed the truck, Nancy said, "I don't know if he could see anything or not. The way he was trying to sit taller in his seat makes me think he couldn't see all the way down between my legs. What do you think?" I stayed in the left-middle lane after passing the slow truck, keeping my speed at a little under sixty-five. Then two other cars passed the slow truck before zipping past us in the far left lane. I looked in my rear-view mirror and noticed that Bandito had managed to pull into the left-middle lane so he could pass the slower truck, too. I told Nancy what was happening. "He's behind us now, in our lane. Let's see if he wants to speed up enough to get next to us again. If he doesn't, I'll find another truck driver for you to cheer up." El Bandito gradually increased his speed and soon had moved up right behind us. In fact, for almost a mile all I could see in the rear view mirror was the grill of his truck. With him riding our rear end, we quickly passed several more trucks. Finally, traffic thinned out enough for him to make the move we were hoping for. Yes, our mustachioed friend had moved back into the middle-right lane and was increasing his speed to catch up with us. Watching this in the rear-view mirror, I felt my cock begin to stiffen. "He's coming up behind us just to our right," I announced. "You'll see him out your window in a few seconds. It's show time again." Nancy giggled. "My pubic hair is all the way exposed now. If he can't see this, he's too blind to have a valid driver's license." She was trying a new position. Stretching both legs out straight in front of her and spreading them as far apart as possible, she had pulled the hem of her dress up so it was a full two inches above her pubic hair. Not being seat-belted, she was able to scoot her naked crotch a few inches forward and farther away from the passenger window than it had been the last time El Bandito looked in on us. This was bound to give him a better angle because the door wouldn't be blocking his view. I slowed down slightly and soon the cab of the moving van was the only thing we could see to the right of us. Pacing the truck for several minutes, I glanced over at my wife's creamy thighs leading up to that gorgeous swatch of reddish-blonde cunt hair. Damn, I thought to myself mockingly, what kind of a pervert am I to let this total stranger see what only her doctor and I should be able to see? Nancy, meanwhile, had again rolled her head to the right so she could look up through her sunglasses at her voyeur as our vehicles moved along next to one another. "Oh, God, I think he's getting a good look now, Cal." After about thirty seconds of watching him, she rolled her head toward me so she could whisper more easily while seeming to be asleep: "He's really enjoying the show, in fact. Just now he was smiling and gesturing like he was trying to wake me up." Still pretending to be asleep, she rolled her head back to the right to look up at him again. "The nerve of the guy! He just blew me a kiss," she muttered without moving her lips. "Now he's sticking his tongue between two of his fingers. Oh, I get it. He wants to put his tongue in my vagina." I tried staying next to Nancy's admirer for as long as I could, but traffic didn't allow side-by-side driving much longer. A minute or so later, El Bandito had to slow down behind a slow moving bus. As I passed the bus and moved on, he honked his horn twice. I guess it was his way of thanking some clueless nerd for letting his wife or girlfriend let him see what she looked like without panties. Nancy laughed at the honking but remained reclined in her seat. As we slowly passed the bus, she looked up and laughed again. "Oh, my god! It's a lady bus driver! I'm glad she didn't look down. I would've been embarrassed if she had." "What about the passengers in the bus?" I asked. "The windows were tinted and I couldn't see them." "Neither could I," said Nancy. "Well, they're probably senior citizens on a gambling junket," I suggested. "I hope you didn't give any of them a heart attack." Then she sat up again, pulled her seat forward, reclined it in its normal position, and rebuckled her seat belt. "That's enough of that for now. Showing my hairy place to a truck driver was interesting but not as interesting as it would've been if he'd been younger and better looking. Besides, lying back like that was giving me a stiff neck. Did you enjoy it?" I admitted that having another guy look at her sans panties had given me an erection. She reached over and squeezed it playfully. "I promise I'll take care of that later," she said. We drove the rest of the way to Reno without deliberately repeating the crotch flashing experiment. But she teased me the whole way there by repeatedly pulling her top down to display her gorgeous breasts with their light-pink nipples and by sitting as indecently as she could. I passed quite a few trucks, but I rarely slowed down enough for the drivers to get more than a brief look at her. One of the drivers I passed honked at us, though. Looking back at him in my rear-view mirror, I saw him waving at me. I assume he got a pretty good look at Nancy's left tit, which she'd left fully exposed for almost a third of the trip. 3. In Reno At around 7:00 o'clock we arrived at the Peppermill Casino/Hotel and checked into our room. After taking a quick shower, Nancy put her sun dress and sandals on again before we went down to dinner. This time she chose to wear a pair of barely-there white thong panties under the dress, which (as I mentioned) was pretty short, maybe seven inches above her knees. And in the right back-lighting, the dress was really diaphanous. As she paused in front of a large window on our way to the elevator, the perfection of her figure showed clearly through it. As we rode down in the elevator, I slid my hand up her dress and gently stroked her gorgeous ass. "Careful how you sit or lean over, dear. If you're not careful, somebody might get to see what your mother told you to keep hidden. Those so-called panties of yours don't cover much." "That's absolutely the point," she said, laughing. We rushed through dinner and headed to the casino area. We split up and spent the next hour or so gambling at separate 21 tables. Then I watched her pick up her chips and take them over to a roulette wheel. For the most part, sitting at my table across the pit from her, I was able to keep an eye on my beautiful wife getting deeper and deeper into the role of a (very sexy) unattached woman out for some fun. All the seats around the roulette table were taken, so as Nancy played she stood near the wheel end of the table, a total knock-out in her low-cut sun dress. Each time she placed her chips on numbers, she had to lean in over the shoulder of a little old lady seated in front of her. Even at some distance, I could tell that at least one of the other players (a tall guy standing to the left of her) and the Asian guy dealing the game were paying close attention each time she leaned forward and the top of her dress fell open. Watching what was happening across the pit became so distracting to me that I soon abandoned the 21 table (slightly down) and cashed out at a cage. Then I went over to the roulette wheel and stood about ten feet behind Nancy so I could watch her play. From my vantage point, I watched the roulette dealer and the tall guy standing next to her continuing to steal peeks down the top of my wife's dress each time she placed a bet or picked up her winning chips. But, from where I stood behind Nancy, I was enjoying another horny sight -- the backs of her gorgeous thighs and the beginning swell of her ass cheeks -- one which I was soon obliged to share. For a young guy dressed in casino worker black-and- white and clutching a bottle of beer, was suddenly standing right next to me. "Sweet!" he exclaimed. Then, getting control of his voice, he continued in a low voice, "Check it out, man. That hot chick over there doesn't know it, but she's showing everybody her ass!" He was fairly drunk. I played dumb. "Really?" He nudged me, excited like a little kid. "Yeh! Check it out, man. Watch what happens when she bends over again." Sure enough, the next time Nancy leaned in to place her chips on various numbers the back of dress rode up and, for a full five seconds, her creamy upper thighs and the bottom of her naked ass cheeks came into view. "Holy shit!" the guy whispered. "Can you see that? I'd love to lick those legs of hers all the way up to her asshole." There ensued a comedic moment as my drunken companion, crouching low in an effort to get a better look up my wife's dress, lost balance and his body lurched awkwardly forward. He recovered his balance, though, and somehow managed not to fall down. When he was again standing next to me, I said, in a low confidential voice, "She's sure showing a lot of leg. And, you're right. I think I saw her ass, too. Do you think she's wearing panties? I can't tell from here." "I can't tell, either," he said, slurring his words. Saying that, he grinned at me and crept forward so that he was only about five feet behind her. Then, waiting until Nancy bent forward again to place her bet, he dropped a few coins on the carpet and, still clutching his beer in one hand, went down on his knees supposedly to retrieve them. On the floor performing a voyeur's ruse so blatantly obvious that only a very drunk person would attempt it, he stopped pretending to pick up the coins and leered up Nancy's dress. Leaning forward with her legs slightly spread, she had to be giving him a great view. Oddly, since the casino was fairly crowded, no one but me and the tall guy standing beside her (who actually turned around and looked at the guy on the floor) seemed to notice what the young guy was doing. I was beginning to wonder how long he dared to stay on his knees ogling her crotch when, simultaneously, Nancy straightened up, allowing her skirt to fall to a borderline-decent length, and he struggled to his feet, leaving a few of the coins on the carpet where he'd dropped them. My Wife Exposed in Reno Ch. 01 The guy then staggered back to where I stood. Watching him looking at my wife's crotch had begun to really turn me on, but when he leaned against me and stage-whispered, "Tiny panties, or a g-string maybe. But I could see everything! I swear to God her whole ass is bare and she's got her panties wedged way up between her pussy lips." "Are you sure?" I whispered back to him. I wanted him to tell me more about what he'd seen. The more details the better. "Sure I'm sure. I know a pussy when I see one! Keep watching. She's gonna bend over again in a minute." But she didn't. Instead she asked the dealer to cash her out (convert her roulette chips to casino chips). The dealer seemed a little disappointed but did as asked, accepted a tip from her, and watched her turn and walk away toward the casino cage. On her way she passed by the two of us, the guy who'd looked up her dress and me, and, ignoring me, smiled at her voyeur. "Did you have some luck, darlin'," he slurred. Her smiling at him had made him even brasher. Still smiling, she answered him: "I did all right. But I don't think you got all the coins you dropped on the floor over there." Then she turned her back on us and continued, knowing we and others at the roulette set-up were checking out her ass, on to the cashier's cage. I laughed and said to my drunken companion, "It looks like you're busted. I wonder how she noticed you. She must have eyes up her butt." He walked over to where he'd dropped his coins and picked up the few he'd missed. Then he rejoined me. "She saw me all right," he said, "but she's not mad about it. She didn't look mad at all." This seemed highly significant to him. Then, as though making a sudden decision, he said: "Maybe I'll go over there [indicating the cage area] and find out what's she up to. I don't think she's a hooker. Maybe I can get her to have a drink with me." I watched him talking to my wife as she put the money she'd cashed out into the little purse she carried. As she listened to his come-on, she seemed to be sizing him up, trying to decide, maybe, if he was too drunk or not good looking enough to encourage for the sake of our little game. He wasn't exactly handsome, but his unkempt dark hair lent him a boyish appearance. In fact, he couldn't have been much over twenty-one. Suddenly, he put an arm on her shoulder and pointed past where I was standing toward a corridor. Then he backed off from her and quickly made his way over to me. He seemed excited and in a big rush. He spoke to me conspiratorially: "She said she'd have a drink with me in the Fireside Lounge over there. I found out she got separated from some girlfriends she's here with. They got taken dancing by some guys and she's going to meet them later downtown. Anyway, I told her I'd be back in about twenty minutes. I need to get some more money from my apartment. It's just up the street. I sure hope she's in the bar when I get back. I hope she's not bullshitting me." "It's worth a try," I said. He headed back to Nancy, touched her shoulder and said something quickly to her, and made for an exit. I walked over to her and asked what she thought of her admirer. "He's kind of cute," she said, "even if he's a little too drunk for my taste. If he sobers up a little, he might do." We decided to go into the Fireside Lounge and wait for her admirer to return. We were to behave, when he joined us, as though we'd just met. Her job was to maneuver things so that both of us would stay connected with her for the next few hours. If he wanted her all to himself, she'd kiss him off and find another guy to involve in our game. We sat down on the center of a horseshoe shaped arrangement of couches. A waitress brought our drinks (a beer for me, a glass of wine for Nancy) and set them down on a little table in front of us. Sitting carelessly next to me with her bare legs totally exposed, my wife made me feel so horny that it was all I could do to keep from mauling her. But I restrained myself. We didn't want to behave like a couple. Our story was that we'd just gotten acquainted in the bar. She'd noticed me in the casino standing next to the man she'd agreed to have drinks with, but we'd never actually met before. By the time Nancy's admirer returned we'd rehearsed and refined our stories. He wasn't happy to see me sitting there next to the gorgeous piece of ass he was pursuing, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Nancy and I slid over slightly so he could join us on the couch, he on her right side and I on her left. "I'm sorry, but I forgot your name," said my wife to the young guy [who'd combed his hair and changed into a different shirt], but I'd like you to meet Cal. He and I were chatting about something pretty interesting." "My name's Will," he said, glowering at me. I could see his point. He'd confided his interest in a "hot chick" and the one he'd confided in was apparently moving in on her. I reached across Nancy and shook hands with him. The waitress came over and took his order, another beer. "Cal is a hypnotist," said Nancy to Will. "He's been explaining how he hypnotizes people for all kinds of reasons. We've been arguing about it, though. He says it always works, to some extent. I say it's pretty much bullshit. It only works when people are in on the trick. I saw it done once in Vegas and all the people the guy hypnotized were just faking it. What do you think?" As she said this to Will, my wife turned slightly toward him and placed her right hand on his thigh, a friendly act that seemed to surprise him. She also let her legs drift rather far apart, as though carelessly, and I wondered how far up her thighs he was able to see. I'm sure that the tactile and visual treat she was offering him served to dispel any feelings of jealousy he might've felt. "Uh, I don't know," he said, his darting down to her crotch area. "I don't know much about it. I've heard it works, though." "Well, it wouldn't work on me," said Nancy, looking back at me while keeping her body turned to Will. The waitress, her breasts almost coming out of her top, brought Will's drink. To placate him some more, I paid for his drink. Then I issued her the challenge we'd agreed on earlier. "If you're looking for proof, you might let me try to hypnotize you. I'm almost sure I can put you under. You seem pretty intelligent. It's the dumb ones I have trouble with. By the way, I don't do it for a living. It's just a hobby of mine." She turned toward me, spreading her legs as far apart for me as she'd spread them for Will when she was turned toward him. I could see all the way up to her crotch. And he must have seen what I was seeing now: the narrow panel of her white panties barely covering her cunt lips. "OK, let's see you do it now," said Nancy. "It won't work in a public place like this. There are too many distractions. I need a more controlled environment." Will was looking at me with a puzzled expression. Since I'd bought him a drink, it was just barely acceptable for me to horn in on his meeting with Nancy. But he obviously didn't know what to make of my taking over the meeting. "So where's a good place?" asked Nancy. "Well, I have a room upstairs that would serve the purpose. How would you like to come up to my room for a while?" Before answering, she turned back to Will. "What do you think?" she asked him. He was quite befuddled. "I don't know. It seems kind of weird. And you don't know the guy. Maybe you shouldn't." "You can accompany her, if you like," I said. "I don't mind an audience, if you'll keep silent and not interfere." Nancy clutched Will's arm and enthused, "Let's do it! It sounds like fun. And I'd like to show him how much will power I have. We can even place a little bet on it." Will gave me a long look that he probably meant to be intimidating. But he was enough of a realist, noting the difference between us physically (I'm an athletic 6' and 185 pounds while he was a slightly paunchy 5'9" and 170 pounds), to back off that tactic. "Sure, I guess it would be OK," he said. I wrote our room number down on a bar napkin and, reaching across Nancy, handed it to Will. Then I tossed down my drink and stood up. I said, "Give me fifteen minutes or so to get things ready. Then come on up." I addressed this remark to Will to further emphasize how noncompetitive I was with respect to the gorgeous blonde sitting next to him. I walked out of the Fireside Lounge but returned after a minute or so to peer in at my wife and Will sitting together on the couch. Neither of them saw me. As they drank and talked, their bodies were half-turned toward one another. Nancy kept her left foot on the floor but had crossed her right leg over her left leg in such a way that, given the length of her sun dress, her crotch had to be fully on display to him. She behaved as though she were oblivious to her exposure. After all, she was sitting in a perfectly natural way that would not have been indecent if she'd been wearing long pants or a longer skirt. I loved the way he tried to look her in the face as they talked while, helpless to do otherwise, he darted his eyes down again and again to the partially covered treasure between her legs. I watched this wonderful spectacle for perhaps two minutes before walking over to the elevator and taking it up to our room. My head was beginning to spin with anticipation. In the room, I really had very little to do to get ready. We hadn't unpacked our suitcase yet, so I just shoved it into a large closet. Then I experimented with the lighting. It was dark outside, so all the lighting would have to be from the table lamps on either side of the king sized bed. The concern for lighting was because I'd brought our video camera. I didn't want to freak Will out by letting him know I might be filming my wife. So I put the camera in the bathroom. Then, growing increasingly excited, I got my main hypnotism prop ready. It was the cheap silver figurine of a frog attached to a length of fishing line. The idea was to swing it in front of Nancy's eyes until she pretended to go under. And I put the black sleeping mask in my pocket in case we had a chance to use it. You see (if you haven't gathered this by now), I don't know the first thing about real hypnosis. I'm a fraud. And Nancy, a consummate actress, would only be pretending to be hypnotized to set up possibilities for our little sex game. Thinking about what might develop, I felt my cock stiffening in my pants. Then I heard voices and footsteps in the hallway followed by a knock on the door. I quickly adjusted my half-hard cock in my pants and let Nancy and Will in. My Wife Exposed in Reno Ch. 02 4. The Fake Hypnosis Session As they entered the room, both my wife and Will the casino worker were carrying drinks, she a tall glass with some kind of mixed drink in it and he yet another bottle of beer. They were apparently having a minor disagreement. I asked them about it. Nancy explained: "Will's roommate just called him. He asked Will if he could hang out with us. Will tried to talk him out of it, but I said it was fine with me. It would be fun to meet his roommate. It's not like we're on a date or anything. So, if it's all right, Cal, he's on the way over. We gave him your room number and he's only like a block away, so he should be here pretty soon." A second guy? Better and better, I thought. Fuck, if it were possible, I'd assemble a whole roomful of horny guys for my wife. "No problem," I said. "An audience doesn't bother me." While we waited for Will's roommate, I sat Nancy down on one side of the king-sized bed and began going through some "pre-hypnosis" exercises with her that we'd rehearsed. We had no idea, of course, of what a real hypnotist did to get his subjects ready. But we'd seen something about pre-hypnosis on the Internet and thought we'd be able to fake it. I showed her the little frog figurine, swinging it in front of her eyes a few times. She laughed and said she didn't see anything in the least bit hypnotic about it. Then I fell into the role of authority figure. "I know you're setting your mind against this procedure," I announced in a domineering voice, "but gradually, despite your efforts, you will give into it. You'll give in because you are intelligent. Intelligence, strength of mind, is required in a hypnotic subject. Stupid people are immune to hypnosis. You are intelligent, so you will take to hypnosis like a duck to water." It goes without saying that I was pulling all this babble out of my ass. It was such outrageous bullshit that Nancy couldn't keep from smiling, but she quickly got control of herself and assumed a self-controlled, dead-pan look. "Now," I continued, "show me your hands." She held her hands up to me and I took them in mine. I held her hands firmly for almost thirty seconds before releasing them. She let them drop to her lap. "I could feel great strength in your hands," I resumed pompously. "I want you to lock your fingers together now. Yes, just like that. Feel the strength in them. I have not hypnotized you but already your fingers have taken on additional strength from what I'm saying. Your fingers now have their own strength which is only partially under your control." I snapped my fingers for effect and said, "Now try to unlock your hands. Try as hard as you can to unlock them. You will be unable to." Nancy, who'd been smiling up at me as I'd held her hands, stopped smiling as she pretended to try to pull her hands apart. She stared at her entangled fingers. The muscles in her arms flexed with the apparent effort to pull them apart. "What the fuck?" she said. "What's going on? My hands are stuck together!" She was beginning to act afraid. "OK, Nancy, don't worry. When I snapped my fingers again, your powerful fingers will relax and you'll easily be able to separate them." I snapped my fingers and Nancy's hands flew apart. She sat, looking up at me with an expression of fear and anger on her face, opening and closing her hands. "That was weird," she said. "I'm not sure I want to go through with this. I don't want parts of my body doing what I don't want them to do." I laughed and said, "Don't worry. Even if I hadn't snapped my fingers just then, your hands would've unlocked in thirty seconds or so on their own. My power over you is actually quite weak. You have absolutely nothing to be afraid of. You weren't even in a trance then. All this little exercise demonstrated is that you are definitely a good hypnotic subject." She stood up picked up her drink from the table, and emptied it. "Well, if you say so, I guess it'll be all right. It's just that all this is new to me." Just then there was a soft knock on the door. Will, who'd been sitting in a chair watching Nancy's locked-fingers act, stood up and let his roommate in. He was quite tall, at least six-foot-four, and well built like an athlete. His short-cropped red hair reinforced the impression that he was a jock. He wore jeans and a hooded sweatshirt with a pouch in front. He introduced himself as "J.J." and apologized for intruding into our "party." I told him it really wasn't a party. It was a sort of scientific experiment involving hypnosis. I asked him if he knew anything about hypnosis and was relieved to hear that he didn't. "J.J. goes to UNR [University of Nevada-Reno]," said Will irrelevantly. "Oh, I had a friend who went there," said Nancy just as irrelevantly. I tried engaging Will and J.J., who sat in the two chairs facing Nancy (still seated on the side of the bed) in small talk for a few minutes. They weren't into the conversation much, though. This was obviously because, from where they were sitting, each had a very distracting view up my wife's dress. She was sitting with her legs dangling over the side of the bed and her knees at least ten inches apart. Finally, I turned all my attention to Nancy. I took the figurine out of my pocket again and asked her if she was ready to begin the actual hypnosis experience. She nodded that she was. Standing to the side of her, I swung the figurine back and forth in front of her eyes and began using hocus-pocus talk I'd seen in bad movies. "Pay full attention to this little frog, Nancy. Watch it swing this way and that way and this way and that way. Keep watching and your eyelids will begin to get heavier and heavier. You're beginning already to feel sleepy. You're very sleepy now." I repeated this hypnosis patter for almost a minute. Then, abruptly, my beautiful wife's eyes closed, her head slumped forward, and she acted as though she were about to fall over sideways. I caught her and guided her upper body backwards so she was lying perpendicularly on the bed with her legs still dangling over the side and her knees now spread apart about fourteen inches. I propped a pillow under her head to make her more comfortable. "She's really under now," I whispered to our two guests. "You might want to scoot your chairs a little closer now so you can hear what she says better. I'm going to be asking her some questions." They scooted their chairs closer to the bed. I noticed that they'd also drawn their chairs closer together so that both of them had a more straight-on view up her dress. It excited me to know that they could see all the way up to her panties, what there was of them. But I got myself under control so I could do my part in our little play. As soon as Nancy was apparently "under," I began my enquiry. "What's your name?" "Nancy." "How old are you?" "Twenty-five," she lied, knocking five years off her real age. "Where do you live?" "San Francisco," she lied again. "What do you do?" "I'm a teacher. I teach second grade." "Are you married or single." "I'm divorced." "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Sort of. His name is John." "Are you going to marry John?" "No." "Why not?" "I love having sex with him, but he's really dumb. A nice guy, but dumb." I looked at Will and J.J. and raised my eyebrows. I think they got the idea. This lady was into meaningless sex. "Why did you come to Reno?" "Just for fun with two friends, Sarah and Megan." "Who are they?" "They teach in San Francisco, too, but in different schools." Then, having established for Will and J.J.'s benefit that Nancy was answering freely and honestly, I took the questioning in a different direction. "You're dressed very sexily. Did you do that on purpose?" She hesitated briefly before answering. "Yes." "You're obviously not wearing a bra, and the top of your dress is unbuttoned. Do you want people to see your breasts?" She hesitated again. "Not all people. Just some men." "Does it excite you to have men looking at your breasts?" "Yes, if they're good looking." "Your dress is pretty short, too. Do you know people can see up your dress from behind when you bend forward, as you were doing when you were playing roulette?" "Yes." "How do you know?" "I practiced leaning forward at home in front of a mirror wearing this dress." "Does it excite you to know men are looking up your dress?" "Yes. When I know they're looking sometimes I get very excited." "But you're wearing panties. Don't you want men to see you naked under there?" She hesitated again, as though not understanding the question. Then she answered: "I don't always wear panties." I grinned conspiratorially at Will and J.J. Then I said to my wife, "Thank you, Nancy, for your honest answers. Now I'm going to bring you back to full consciousness. You will feel well rested and relaxed. But when I say the words, 'blackjack tables,' you will feel a strong urge to urinate. You will go into the bathroom and do it. But while you're in there, you'll remove your panties and forget to put them back on before rejoining us." At that, I snapped my fingers again and slowly Nancy opened her eyes. She then sat up, raised her arms above her head, and yawned. "How do you feel?" I asked her. "I feel fine. I guess I went to sleep. Or maybe you put me in a trance. Did you?" "Yes, I did." "Well, I hope you didn't have me do anything crazy, like pretend I'm a horse or something." "No, I just relaxed you and had you talk a little about when you were in high school. You shared some memories of teachers and so forth." I smiled over at Will and J.J. and said, "I hope you guys had better luck on the blackjack tables than I did." Nancy suddenly stood up, grabbed her purse, and walked quickly over to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and we heard water running in the basin. "See how shy she is about being heard taking a tinkle? I'll bet that's the only thing she's shy about." They both laughed and Will, who seemed to have relinquished any special claim to Nancy, said, "Geez, I didn't know she actually got off on flashing her pussy at me. You should have seen how she was sitting down in the bar. She was showing me everything. What are you going to do with her next? Because she told me she had to join her friends downtown at around midnight and it's past 10:00 now." "You'll see. And I mean that literally," I said with an evil little laugh. "But first, we need to discuss some rules here. You know that, at some level, no one does anything under hypnosis that they wouldn't do otherwise. But who knows what Nancy normally does or would like to do? When I hypnotize someone, even if they're inclined to do some pretty wild stuff, I have some legal responsibility for them. So, no matter what happens, there's not going to be any actual fucking in my room." We heard the toilet flush and the sound of hands being washed in the basin. Then, for several minutes, we heard nothing. I took this time to repeat my very loose set of rules. When Nancy stepped out of bathroom, she looked even more beautiful than usual. Obviously, she'd taken time to redo her makeup. I asked her to sit down on the side of the bed again. Knowing that she was probably now sans panties, Will and J.J. looked paid especially close attention to her legs as she sat down. I couldn't see what they could, but since she was sitting pretty demurely with her legs together they probably couldn't see much yet. I took the frog figurine from my pocket and dangled it in front of her face. "Are you ready, Nancy?" I asked. She tried to resist breaking out in laughter then said, "Sure, I'm game." I then swung the figurine in front of her face for about thirty seconds, repeating the same hocus pocus I'd used about then minutes earlier. She began feigning sleepiness almost at once. Soon her eyes were closed and her upper body apparently relaxed so that I had to again lay her back so that her head was resting near the middle of the king-sized bed. Crawling up next to her on the bed, I placed a pillow under her head and neck. Lying there on her back with her gorgeous bare legs almost entirely exposed and her feet spread about a foot apart, Nancy looked incredibly beautiful and quite vulnerable. As I knew they would, two sets of eyes were already greedily probing the area between my wife's thighs. "Now, Nancy," I continued, on my knees leaning over her upper body, "I'm going to ask you some more questions. You must answer truthfully. Do you understand." "Yes." "Do you ever get a massage?" "Sometimes." "Have you ever had a full-body massage?" "Yes, John does that for me sometimes." "Does he touch you everywhere?" "Yes." "Does he massage your breasts?" "Yes." "Does he massage you between your legs?" "Oh, yes, he does that too." "And how does that make you feel?" "It feels wonderful." "How wonderful? Does he give you an orgasm when he massages you that way?" "Yes. But he usually uses his mouth to do that." Nancy was beginning to squirm, which caused her dress to ride up several inches. "To do what?" "To make me cum." "Then what usually happens?" "He climbs on me and makes love to me." As she said this, Nancy slowly moved her right hand down to her crotch and gently began touching her clit through her dress. She did this as though involuntarily. The dress, by now, had ridden up so high that her moving fingers were actually touching the hemline. I knew that Will and J.J., leaning forward in their chairs no more than three feet away from the bed, had a good, prolonged view of her now naked cunt as she lay on her back listlessly masturbating. "OK, Nancy. I'm going to wake you up now. When you wake up you will feel fully rested and alert. You will hear me say that words "blackjack tables." When you hear these words you will go into the bathroom, strip naked, and put a towel around yourself. Then you will return to the bed where you will receive a full-body massage. You will relax as you're massaged because it is your boyfriend John who is doing it." My beautiful wife continued to lie on the bed with her cunt fully exposed to two strange, and very lucky, men. She stopped fingering her clit and just let her right hand relax over it. I climbed off the bed and snapped my fingers. As before, she "woke up," as though from an afternoon nap, and sat on the edge of the bed facing Will and J.J. Seeing that her legs were spread apart immodestly, she pulled them together. Then she adjusted her skirt so that it covered more of her thighs. (I loved it! The innocent act was just perfect.) We chatted for a few minutes, during which time I explained that while she was under I had regressed her to the age of three. She had spoken to us in the voice of a toddler. Then I turned to Will and J.J. and asked, "Are you guys going back to the blackjack tables?" Nancy's response to the "post-hypnotic suggestion" was instantaneous. She stood up, marched into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. "Wow! That worked right away. So are you going to give her a massage?" asked J.J. "I could, but I don't want to have all the fun. Couldn't you guys do it for her?" "Hell, yes!" said Will, draining his bottle of beer. "Is she going to think I'm her boyfriend or what?" "I can arrange that. But, remember, while pretending to be this guy John, you can have all kinds of fun with her, but you can't go all the way, even if she wants you to. I'd be open to a law-suit if you did." J.J., apparently more interested in the process than the pay-off to it, asked, "So when she comes out of the bathroom, she's still hypnotized, right? Does she have any idea of what's actually happening? Will she know she's in a hotel room with us?" Damn. I wasn't ready for these basic questions. I hadn't thought it through enough. But I faked it as best I could. "She'll still be under, but she'll have no idea where she is until I set the scene for her. She'll think she's back home with her boyfriend and she won't notice the numerical discrepancy if he seems, at times, to be two different guys. I'm pretty good at scene-setting with my subjects." "Awesome," said J.J. Just then Nancy reemerged from the bathroom wearing a bath towel. She stood for almost thirty seconds by the bathroom door, a spaced-out expression of her face. She'd never actually seen anyone hypnotized before, so I guess this was her best idea of what a hypnotized person would look like. And she looked incredibly beautiful, like a Greek goddess. As luck would have it, the hotel bath towel was rather undersized and while she was able to cover her breasts with it, it didn't hang far enough down to cover her crotch. So the three of us were treated to a lingering full-frontal view of her pubic hair and just a suggestion of her cunt lips. I gave her a command: "Come over here, Nancy, and lie face-down on the bed. It's time for John to give you a massage. The massage will feel wonderful. Your body will feel wonderful. And you will hear nothing anyone says while you're being massaged. All voices will be inaudible to you." Nancy walked stiffly to the end of the bed, climbed up on it, and released the towel from in front of her so that as she lowered her naked body on to the bed, the towel fell loosely over her lower back and ass. She rolled her head to the left side, away from where Will and J.J. were sitting. I walked over to the side of the bed opposite Will and J.J. and looked down at Nancy. Knowing her new friends couldn't see her face, she grinned and stuck out her tongue at me. "Now, John, it's time to give your girlfriend a massage. You can begin working on her shoulders." I addressed this suggestion to both of them, and at first they just looked at each other. After a few seconds, though, Will (the drunker and therefore the bolder of the two) stood up and climbed on to the bed next to Nancy. I noticed that he seemed to already have the beginning of an erection. J.J. scooted his chair right up next to the bed so he could watch the action more closely. As I said, the towel covered the lower part of Nancy's back and all of her ass. Will's first move was to lower the towel so that her entire back was exposed. In moving the towel, however, Will lifted and held it high enough and long enough to give his friend a quick view of the naked backside of my wife's lovely body. J.J. groaned his appreciation. The towel, slightly clumped up, ended up barely covering her ass and upper thighs. On his knees just to the right of her body, Will began gently massaging her shoulders and neck. "It's too bad we don't have any oil," he said. "That's all right," I answered. "If you don't rub hard it won't matter.' For a minute or so, I watched Will bending over Nancy's naked upper body with his torso twisted rather uncomfortably. So I made a suggestion: "It might be better, 'John,' if you straddled her right leg. That way you have a straight-on angle at her back." Crawling down near Nancy's feet, Will rather forcefully took hold of her ankles and spread her legs wide apart enough to make a space for his left thigh between her legs. As he spread her legs, he bent forward quickly and stole a glance between her legs. Then he straddled her right leg. Seeing that he was too far down her body, he pushed his thigh further up between her legs until it was almost pressing against her crotch. To make more room for his leg, he deftly repositioned the bottom of the towel so that it no longer quite covered all of her ass. Not one to miss an opportunity, J.J. reached into the front pouch of his hooded sweatshirt and took out his cell phone. He held it up to me and asked, "Is it OK if I get a few minutes of this? It'll be crappy quality video, but it's better than nothing." My Wife Exposed in Reno Ch. 02 "Sure," I answered. "If Will doesn't care." Busy massaging Nancy's back in long slow strokes, Will answered: "Go for it. I'd like a record of this, too." I noticed that he had now definitely brought his left thigh into full contact with my wife's crotch. Nancy began making a low moaning sound. Not sure what to make of this response, Will pulled his leg out of her crotch and stopped rubbing her back. He obviously didn't want her "coming to" at a time like this. Then, seeing that she was apparently still under, he pushed his leg into her crotch again and resumed massaging her. "Don't worry about sounds she makes, or even things she says. Remember, she thinks her boyfriend is touching her. The part of her that responds sensually is in working order even if the rest of her mind is in la-la land." J.J. stood up, took a few steps back, and pointed his cell phone camera at his roommate leaning over the virtually naked body of a beautiful blonde who happened to be my wife. "I like your idea, J.J.," I said. "I've got my video camera in the bathroom. I'd like some footage of this, too." Neither of the guys said anything, so I went into the bathroom to fetch the camera. I shut the door almost completely behind me, but while I was in there I decided to peer out through the narrow opening to see what was happening. How would Will behave with me out of the room? Maybe I was inhibiting him. As he rubbed Nancy's back, he looked up several times at J.J.s camera and smiled broadly. Obviously, he was really enjoying being the star of his roommate's little video. Then he gestured to J.J. for him to bring the cell phone camera closer. He stopped rubbing Nancy's back for a few seconds and lifted the bottom of the towel up so J.J. could get a clear shot of her naked ass and his leg pressing into her crotch. Then he laid the towel down on her ass again, but this time it covered even less. Even from the bathroom, I could see her fully exposed right ass cheek. I didn't want to, but I felt myself getting a hard-on. Watching these guys enjoying my wife's perfect ass, up close and (in Will's case) tactilely, was getting to me. The truth is I wanted them to fuck her, but I'd promised her something less extreme and I'd keep my promise. I came out of the bathroom with the video camera and said: "I think we can dispense with the towel altogether. I'm sure that's what John would do." Will immediately ripped the towel off of Nancy's ass and threw it down on the floor. He pulled his leg out of her crotch and grinned at J.J. and me like a naughty school child. J.J. then moved to the foot of the bed to resume shooting. Will removed himself from between Nancy's legs to let J.J. get a good shot of her gorgeous ass and cunt, which was now fully on display since her legs were spread rather far apart. Will squatted on the bed just to the left of her staring down at the treasures he'd exposed. "Now, can we have a volunteer to massage her buttocks?" I asked. Without the slightest hesitation, J.J. set down his cell phone camera, removed his sweatshirt, and climbed up on the bed. Straddling her left leg as Will had done, but with his knees farther down her body near the bend of her legs, J.J. leaned forward and took my wife's ass cheeks firmly in his hands. As I started shooting with my video camera over his shoulders, I was struck with how large his hands were. His thumbs extended way down into my wife's crotch, actually touching the few whispy blonde hairs that ran along either side of her labia majora, as he began kneading and mauling her ass cheeks. "That's a really good shot," I said. "Slow down a little so we can see better. That's right, spread those ass cheeks wide so we can get a good look at her cunt opening and closing like that. And just look at that tight little asshole of hers! She admitted that she liked flashing guys in her short skirt. If she knew this was happening, it would make her very happy." Taking the cue, Nancy moaned and whispered, "Oh, yes, John." As J.J. continued kneading and spreading Nancy's ass and cunt, Will was leaning over her, his eyes feasting on the glorious spectacle that the upskirt view he'd gotten down in the casino had only hinted at. "Fuck, that's hot! She has a perfect ass and a really sweet cunt," said Will. "Let me have a turn now." J.J. slid off Nancy's leg and let his smaller friend move in beside him. Will straddled her left leg and began kneading my wife's naked ass very much as J.J. had. I got almost a minute of this before noticing that Nancy was gradually raising her butt off the bed. The wonderful little slut! She was deliberately giving these two horny guys an ever better rear view of her cunt and asshole. "Look what you guys have done to her," I said. "Her subconscious mind is telling her that she'd like to get fucked from the rear. That's why she's beginning to stick her ass in the air like that." I decided to slow down the pace. Things were happening a bit too fast. "Let's turn her over now," I said. Will and J.J. were really enjoying what they were doing to my wife and seemed reluctant at first, but they didn't want to argue because it seemed they had ceded me the role of master of ceremonies. J.J. started to do as I'd suggested, but I stopped him. Pulling the black sleeping mask out of my pocket, I said, "First I need to do something. At some minor level, she's aware of what's going on with us in this room. This level of awareness is currently overwhelmed by the hypnotic state I place her in, but if she sees three of us here when her mind is adjusted to being massaged by one guy, John, she might get confused." So I leaned in over the bed and placed the sleeping mask over Nancy's head so that her eyes were covered. I then nodded to J.J. and he deftly placed one hand under Nancy's left armpit and the other under her left leg and rolled her over on her back, where she lay with her arms resting at her sides. With a complex feeling of lust, pride, and self-loathing (at what I was letting dear wife in for), I looked down at her perfect naked body lying there so vulnerably. Will and J.J. stood by the bed looking down at her, too. "Damn! What a fucking great body!" enthused J.J., taking up his cell phone camera and shooting her naked body slowly from head to foot. "That's a nice little patch of pussy hair and those tits are just perfect. I like smaller ones like that." "Me too," said Will. "I saw her nipples a few times downstairs, but I don't think they were so erect then." Since J.J. was busy videoing her, Will climbed back on the bed just to the right of her and, not interested in gradualism, immediately began caressing her breasts. He spent almost two minutes squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as J.J. and I took videos of the action. Finally, Will leaned forward and began sucking first one nipple then the other. As he did this, and much to my delight, he reached down with his left hand and stuck it between her legs. Nancy groaned and whispered, "Oh, John, yes." She spread her legs wider apart to give Will better access. Will almost immediately buried his index and middle fingers deep into her moist cunt. I'd hoped he'd go a little slower, but it was very horny scene nonetheless. Nancy's groans got louder as Will continued sucking her nipples and finger-fucking her. J.J. looked at me in alarm. "Is she going to wake up? How can she respond like that and not wake up?" Leaning in to shoot Will's fingers going in and out of my wife's now glistening- wet cunt, I answered him, in my most authoritative voice, with yet more bullshit. "She's not really asleep. And she's so into it now that she's not about to leave the trance state that's making it possible. Trust me. I know what I'm doing." "Well, in that case. . .," said J.J. Saying this, he put down his cell phone camera and climbed on the bed on the opposite side of Nancy's body. Crawling up next to her head, he did something I wasn't ready for. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to his knees. Then he freed his cock, a very long but thin one with a large purplish crown, from his briefs. He stroked it in his right hand and looked at me as though awaiting instructions. As I said, I was surprised. If he'd asked me first if he could do this, I probably would have said no. But here he was, brandishing a very long dick in his hand and apparently seeking my permission to do something with it to my wife. Will raised his head from Nancy's breasts and said, "What the fuck, J.J.?" "Well, she's really into the sex, so what's wrong with seeing if she'll suck my dick? That's not fucking." Again, he looked at me. "I guess it's OK if you put it against her lips. If she's into it, she might let you put it in her mouth. But I just don't know." And I really didn't know. She said she might bend our new rules if she got carried away. But would this be the time for it? Will, two fingers of his left hand still buried in Nancy's cunt, sat up on his haunches to watch what would happen next. J.J. crawled up to Nancy's head and pressed his cock down first against her right cheek then, with some difficulty, against her mouth. Seeing that he didn't have a good enough angle, he grabbed a pillow and quickly propped it under her neck to raise her face a few inches. He then slid just the end of his cock slowly back and forth across her lips. I quickly moved over behind Will and zoomed in on Nancy's mouth and J.J.'s cock. Her lips parted slightly against the crown of his cock. Then she gasped slightly and whispered the words, "Oh, John." "Fucking hot!" exclaimed Will. "Are you sure we can't fuck her?" "Absolutely not. We're going to return her to her stupid boyfriend in an unfucked condition. And we're going to have to speed this up, too. It's getting late. Her friends are expecting her downtown in less than an hour." But, just as I was talking restraint, my wife decided to heat things up. Breathing hard, she rolled her head a little more toward J.J. and let her mouth fall open. J.J. backed off for a second before inserting the whole crown of his cock between her lips and teeth. As I got an even closer shot, I saw that Nancy's tongue was gently lashing it. J.J. grunted and said, "Fuck, that feels good. Look what she's doing to my dick! But it's weird. I've never been sucked off by a girl in a mask!" I felt like cumming in my pants watching and listening to this, but I managed to issue a stern warning. "Whatever you do, J.J., don't cum in her mouth or on her face. That would be hard to explain later." Will, meanwhile, had removed his wet fingers from Nancy's cunt and was staring as though mesmerized at what my wife was doing to his roommate's cock. After videoing the action for maybe two minute, and seeing that Nancy's cunt was being neglected, I put down my camera and quickly crawled up between her legs. Spreading her legs, I placed my arms under her ass and brought her cunt up to my mouth. Lying on my belly, I began feverishly tonguing and sucking her cunt. I savored the delicious, familiar flavor of her. Nancy, still tonguing J.J.'s cock, responded to me at once. She began whimpering and pushed her cunt up against my mouth. I must have performed cunnilingus on her for almost five minutes before I looked up and noticed that Nancy had stopped licking J.J.'s cock and was now lying passively as he slid his whole cock slowly in and out of her mouth. As I returned to eating Nancy's cunt, I let this vision settle in for a moment. I was actually letting a guy we'd met less than an hour ago mouth-fuck my wife right in front of me! It's a good thing her mother didn't know I was letting her darling daughter be treated this way. But this temporary wave of faux guilt didn't last long. Maybe thirty seconds later Nancy wrenched her mouth free of J.J.'s schlong and whispered, "Oh, John, I'm cumming now! I'm cumming now! Oh! Oh! Oh!" And it was precisely at this point (hearing my wife cum) that I shot off in my pants. I'd been grinding my hard cock against the bed as I ate Nancy's cunt, so my orgasm didn't take me entirely by surprise. It took awhile for Nancy's body to stop twitching, but when she'd relaxed somewhat I raised my head in time to see J.J. jerking his cock several times and, with a primitive grunt, ejaculating. He came, in three powerful spurts, all over Nancy's breasts. Will had been squatting next to Nancy playing with her breasts as he watched J.J. and me at work on either end of her lovely naked body. Unfortunately, he didn't remove his left hand from my wife's right breast fast enough. A small glob of semen landed on his hand. "Shit!" he exclaimed. Then he stood up and almost ran into the bathroom. Listening to the water running in the basin, I had to laugh. And J.J., after he got over grimacing with pleasure, laughed too. Nancy, meanwhile, just lay back, her whole body flushed, recovering from the orgasm I was proud enough to think I'd given her. While Will was in the bathroom, I notified J.J. that it was time to end our session. We had to get Nancy back into some sort of presentable shape. That meant getting her dressed again and bringing her out of her trance. So as Will came out of the bathroom, I asked him to bring Nancy's dress and panties in to us. Using the towel Will had thrown on the floor, I carefully wiped J.J.'s semen off her breasts. Then I had J.J. and Will stand her up while I tried to pull her dress over her head. She had let her body go limp (just to give me a hard time, I think), and the three of us struggled with her naked body for several minutes before we got the dress on her. I say "struggled," but Will and J.J. were having a lot of fun with Nancy as they tried to "help" her into her dress. Will, especially, kept grabbing her crotch and squeezing her breasts instead of helping with the task. We eventually laid Nancy (still wearing her sleeping mask and faking being in a trance) back on the bed. Her dress, though, was pulled up nearly to her waist. Her lovely cunt, with her swollen clit and her lips moist and slightly open, looked up at us as though asking to be fucked. But time was short, so we set about putting her panties back on her. Will's job was to slide them up her legs and up to her waist while J.J. and I, each grabbing a leg, lifted her ass off the bed. This worked pretty well except that Will took a ridiculous amount of time adjusting the tiny white panty panel over her cunt. J.J. and I sat her up then and I removed her sleeping mask. She moaned slightly and squinted her eyes. Then I snapped my fingers and she instantly "awoke." "Hello, Nancy," I said, "you're just coming out of a hypnotic trance. How do you feel?" She looked around at the three of us with a bewildered expression on her face. "I feel fine, I think. Are you sure I was hypnotized? I think I've been dreaming." "Well, it's time for you to rejoin your friends downtown. It's almost midnight. Would you like me to drive you there or can you take a taxi?" Still looking a little dazed, she said, "A cab will be fine. I think there's a cab stand in front of the casino." "Will and J.J. will help you locate one," I said. I really needed to get rid of the two guys, whose company was getting tiresome now that they'd served their purpose. Besides, the semen in my briefs was beginning to feel clammy. I wanted to get out of them and clean up. "I wish I had a sweater to wear over this dress," said Nancy, putting her sandals back on. "I left all my clothes at the motel we're staying at. But I guess if I quickly get into a warm cab it'll be all right." When Nancy stood up, I walked over to her and gave her a big hug. "You were under for almost an hour, but most of the time you were just dozing. I got you temporarily programmed to stop smoking, if that's a problem. I forgot to ask you. Also, I purged you of a few common phobias, just in case you have them. You'll no longer be afraid of snakes, for example." "Snakes? That's funny. I think I had a dream about a snake." She said this very seriously while batting her big blue eyes at the three of us. Never had I seen such a show of earnestness and innocence. Both Will and I glanced over at J.J. to see if he got the connection, and obviously he did. He was looking down at his shoes trying to stifle a grin. He then took Nancy by the elbow and escorted her to the door. In less than a minute the three of them were gone. I knew, because we'd already planned this final scene of our little play, that Nancy would be back in less than an hour. She'd have a cab drive her around for a while before returning to the Peppermill. Sure enough, about forty-five minutes later Nancy knocked on the door. By then I'd gotten out of my clammy briefs and, in fact, all of my clothes. So I answered the door stark naked. Soon she was naked, too, and we took a leisurely shower together. While showering, she told me she'd had a hard time getting rid of Will and J.J. They really wanted for her to come to their apartment. This was why she was late getting back to me. Then we lay down together on the bed talking about what had just happened. I congratulated her on the snake comment. She talked about how being pretending to be so passive, so irresponsibly helpless, as guys she didn't know manhandled her had been a huge turn-on. This led to her explanation of why she sucked J.J.'s cock. "I hadn't really planned on doing it," she began. "It just happened. I think it's because you turned me on so much eating my cunt. It was probably a mistake. Let me make it up to you." Saying this, she brought her mouth down to my limp dick and began sucking it. Apologetically, I explained that I'd cum in my pants just a short time ago and might not be ready to have sex yet. I suggested that we wait till morning. "That's fine with me," she said. "I'm pretty tired anyway." It was worth the wait. We had a wonderful fuck session when we woke up at about 7:30 Saturday morning. Afterwards we talked about last night's adventure and decided to try something like it later that evening. But because we didn't want to run into Will and J.J. again, we decided to relocate. So, after a nice breakfast, we checked out of the Peppermill and went looking for a motel in Sparks.