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A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 01

By: Professor_XXX



Stephanie is my sexy, beautiful bride. We've been married almost five years, and she's my best friend in the world. It's just that after so much time--we dated and lived together for almost ten years before we married--some of the spark had gone out of our sex life. When we first married, we'd fuck four times a week, and then it was two times a week, and then it was a couple of times a month. Our lovemaking would usually be in the missionary position, and I think that we were both really bored. The only question was what were we going to do about it? 

She never really opened up to me about what she liked, so I tried different novice-level things to get her untracked. She'd screw on the couch but wouldn't let me tie her up. When I tried to show her some sex toys on the internet, she got grossed out and watched television. I decided that she was just a little inhibited. I knew that there was a sex kitten living in her somewhere--it had come out often enough during our time together--I just wanted to wake it up. 

I started noodling around doing some research on hypnotism. I read about it online, then checked out some books from my college's library, then talked to some colleagues in the Psychology department where I work. One guy I quickly befriended even allowed me to practice on a couple of his undergraduates until I felt confident that I could do it myself. 

My research had shown that you couldn't use hypnotism to get someone to do something they would be absolutely unwilling to do, but I thought that I could get Stephanie to give it a chance if I could convince her it was for something else. 

I started buying whole milk instead of skim at the grocery store. After a couple of weeks, Stephanie started putting on a little bit of weight, even though she was still working out at the gym four times a week and wasn't doing anything different with her diet. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong!" she said one night over dinner, where she just pushed her poached chicken breast around the plate without much interest. "I feel terrible."

She looked fantastic. The couple of extra pounds had showed up in her breasts and in a little more curve to her thighs, but I knew that if she didn't feel sexy then she'd never act sexy. 

"Do you want me to try to hypnotize you?" I asked as casually as I could, pouring a little more chardonnay into her glass. "I might be able to reduce your cravings a little bit."

"I don't know. I'm willing to try anything," she said, finally putting her fork and knife down on her plate and scrunching her napkin on top of them, laying to rest the meal she'd spent forty-five minutes preparing. I almost felt guilty about the milk. 

I cleaned up dinner while she finished another glass of wine and flipped through channels on the television. I watched the back of her head through the kitchen pass-though, her high auburn ponytail just brushing against the bottom of her neck and the delicate slope of her shoulders. I could feel myself getting excited, but I knew I had to stay in control and not try to do too much, too soon. Once all the dishes were washed I dimmed the lights and Stephanie turned off the TV. 

"Lay down," I said, pulling one of the dining room chairs up to the foot of the couch where my wife's head was resting on a couple of pillows. She brushed her bangs out of her face and laid her hands across her chest. It was another one of those moments when I was surprised at how lucky a husband I was. At 30, Stephanie could have passed for 25. She wasn't tall--her head rested easily against my chest--but she was proportioned just on the lean side of "curvy." Even on her back, he breasts were more than a handful to hold, and her waist curved in perfectly. She had showered after she'd returned from the gym and was wearing one of my undershirts and some clean gray workout shorts.

"Close your eyes." She dutifully lowered her lids over her dark brown eyes and shifted her shoulders into the couch to get more comfortable. She giggled a little bit, and covered her mouth with her hand to hide it.

"This is serious, Steph," I said. "This only works if you follow along and listen closely to my voice. Listen to everything that I'm saying, and relax. Start at the tips of your toes. Feel your toes curl and relax." I saw her toes flex and I knew that she was following along. She'd make a good subject. "Now your ankles--feel the stress leave them and the muscles slacken. Release all the tension from your calves; relax your hamstrings and quads. Feel your fingertips relax, and your wrists. Feel all the effort leave your stomach and arms. Your shoulders and neck."

I could see that it was having an effect. She hadn't moved since she'd twitched her feet, but her whole body had seemed to sink deeper into the cushions of the couch.

"All your stress is leaving your face and your forehead. You're giving up all of your effort, just breathing in and out, listening to my voice. Lift your hand in the air slowly." Which she did, with a limp wrist and dangling fingers. Her body was completely relaxed. 

"Now lower your arm as I count down from ten. As you lower your arm, you'll go deeper and deeper into a trance. Ten. As you lower, your conscious mind will recede, but you'll hear my voice. Nine. You' will be aware--eight--but completely relaxed. Seven. You'll be open in everything that I ask you. Six. Five. Deeper and deeper you are relaxed. Four. Three. Still hearing my voice. Two. One."

Her hand was back across her chest, and she looked completely asleep. 

"Stephanie, can you hear me?" I asked.

"Yes."

"How do you feel?"

"Relaxed." Good. She was exactly where I wanted her. 

"Excellent. Stephanie, when you are in this state I want you to be completely honest and open with me, do you understand?" Even though we'd just started, I could feel my dick twitch with excitement about what was going to happen. I hadn't really thought through what I was going to do--part of me doubted that this was going to work, even after all the practice I'd done.

"Yes. I'll be completely honest with you."

I had to get an important question out of the way first. "Are you still sexually attracted to me?"

"Oh, hell, yes. Maybe more now than ever." She seemed a little agitated that I asked her this.

"Okay, good. Keep relaxing. Every time I ask you a question you'll become more relaxed." Every time I had tried to find out what Stephanie liked to do or wanted to try, she would get embarrassed. I wondered if she was into some things that even now she was afraid to tell me. I wanted to find out. "Now, what are your sexual fantasies?"

"I want to make love on a train." This one I'd know about for a very long time. We live in the Mountain West, so it's been a hard one for us to pull together.

"What else?" When I asked her that she paused for a long time.

"I don't really have anything else. I'm kind of a vanilla girl. I know that that bothers you sometimes. I'm sorry." In some ways I was relieved. If she'd said that she wanted a threesome with another guy, or for me to choke her, or that she'd been going out with random clients from her work, I don't know if I could have handled it. I would've tried anything to make her happy. But I did feel bad that she felt she needed to apologize. 

"That's okay, Stephanie. What are the things that we do that you really like?"

Even relaxed, her brow furrowed as she thought. "I like it when you take charge and tell me what to do. I like it when you're a little rougher with me. I like it when you pull my hair and move me around. I like it when you talk dirty to me." She'd never been this straightforward with me about our sex life, and I was really getting turned on listening to her. 

"All right. Thank you for telling me that. I'm going to give you some instructions, Stephanie, to remember not with your conscious mind but with your unconscious mind. You'll do these things without really thinking about them." I didn't want to change her--she's always been a fantastic partner and friend--I just wanted to open her up a little bit. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." 

"I want for you to need to have sex with me at least three time a week. You'll find yourself getting almost unbearably aroused if you don't have sex after four days. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Even though she should be becoming more relaxed, I noticed that her hands were a little tense across her chest. I pushed that thought to the side so that I could give her the instructions that she needed.

She'd always been quiet as a mouse when we had sex. We started when we were students in her parents' house, and I'm not sure that she'd ever gotten out of the habit. "I want you to express yourself more verbally when we make love. When you release, I want you to let me know, and as you get excited. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Finally, I want you to spend fifteen minutes a day fantasizing about having sex with me. Think about the things that we could do with each other, and be creative in thinking about what you like and what you'd like to do to me. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Now she was rubbing her thighs together and even though she should've been deep in a trance, her breathing was getting labored. I didn't want to stop, though, until I had completed all the goals that I'd laid out for myself.

"Finally, Stephanie, if you ever hear me say the phrase 'sleep, babe,' you will return to this state, relaxed and open. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"What are you feeling right now?" I wasn't concerned; sometimes the hyponotic experience can be stressful for the mind. Sometimes relaxing can be stressful. 

"Talking about this with you has made me really horny. I really want to get off." Her face was starting to flush and her nipples were erect under my t-shirt. The bottoms of her bangs were matted down at her temples by a light sheen of sweat.

"All right. I want you to touch yourself, right here on the couch. I want you to tell me what you're thinking about. But you can't come until I tell you to." As I talked she unclasped her hands and began rubbing them over her stomach, her fingertips playing at the hem of her shirt and the waist of her shorts. Do you understand?"

"Mmm... yes... I understand..." She bit her lower lip and slid one hand under her shirt to cup her breast, and another she slid into her pants. As far as I knew, she'd never masturbated in her life. She'd sheepishly admitted to playing with a pool jet or bathtub spigot when she was a girl, but she said she had never touched herself. Watching her explore her body for the first time had me rigid in my chair. I unbuttoned my pants and wrapped my hand around my cock and watched her. The hand over her pussy was almost idle, just rubbing lightly from side to side; her other hand stroked the bottom of her breast and her thumb flicked across her nipple.

"I came home from work early and am getting undressed to go to the gym. Instead, I slide into bed for a little nap. I'm almost asleep when I hear you come in, and decide that I'll pretend to be asleep and let you play downstairs. I hear you put your things down and come upstairs.

"You come into the bedroom and see me naked to the waist with the bedsheets covering the rest of me. My hands are above my head and in my hair. You breathe over my body and suck my breast into your mouth. I'm still pretending to be asleep."

Her hand slipped beneath her panties, and I can see she'd started to rub her clit. She pulled up her feet and opened her knees.

"You're kissing me down my stomach and pushing the sheet down over my hips, to my knees, which spread out for you--Mmmm..." She stopped talking and turned her head and bit her lip again. I could see the red turn softy white under her teeth. I was pumping my cock with my hand listening to her. I was trying to keep time with her hand, which was starting to work on her clit. She breathed more heavily, turning her head the other direction, toward the back of the couch.

"I'm still pretending to be asleep, but you find me so wet. You suck on my clit, and when you do, I grab the headboard of our bed to try and hold on... Ahhh..." She was obviously enjoying herself. There was a part of me that didn't want her to stop, but I knew also that she wouldn't be able to stop until I told her to. She was still wearing her shorts, but by the way she was moving her hips up and down I got the feeling she had at least a couple fingers in her pussy.

"Oh, my God... You're licking my clit and sucking on it with your lips... yes... and then you start licking my slit and I open up for you and I'm so wet... Mmmm... Please... You start licking inside me and rubbing my clit with your thumb... Ah, ah, ah...

"Shit, honey, I want to come... I want to come in your mouth... I'm not pretending to be asleep anymore... Errrr... My hands are playing with your hair and my feet are pushing into your back and shoulders... Fuck, baby..."

Her hips were bouncing up and down on the couch and it was clear that she was close. I was right with her, and I stood up out of my chair and stood in front of the couch over her. Whatever was going on in her mind, she'd lost track of the fantasy and was practically talking gibberish.

"Please... oh, God... please, baby... I want to come... Let me come, baby... Oh, my God... It's never felt like this... I need it..." Both of her hands were jammed into her panties. Droplets of sweat formed on her nose. The muscles of her arms and legs were straining with the effort of holding back her orgasm. 

"Please... please... please... Let me come..." She was almost whimpering with pent up need.

"Come for me, Stephanie," I said. She she screamed. Never in her life had she been a screamer, but with both hands jammed in her panties, she lived her entire body off the couch with her feet and neck, and came harder than I had ever seen her. At the same time, I came onto her. I wasn't thinking, but I should've been afraid that I'd spray onto the couch, but instead I shot my load onto her chest and stomach as she nearly convulsed with pleasure and release. Slowly she lowered herself back onto the couch, her hands resting folded in my spent orgasm. I cleaned myself up while she caught her breath and recovered.

When I came back she had a smile on her face, even as she had a load on her chest. "All right. In a moment, I will tell you to wake up. When you do, you'll go upstairs and shower and go to sleep. When you wake up in the morning, you'll feel relaxed and refreshed. Your conscious mind will only remember this as a vivid dream." I remembered why she had let me hypnotize her in the first place. "Also, you'll like the taste of diet cola and will prefer it to regular cola, but you won't drink any more soda than you usually do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," she said. 

"When I count to five you'll wake up. One... two... three... four... five." Her eyes snapped open and she yawned at me. She didn't seem to notice her sticky nightshirt or what were certainly soaking panties. 

"Did it work?" she asked. 

"I hope so," I said.

"Well, at least you tried," she said. "I'm bushed. I think I'm going to hop in the shower and call it an early night. Are you coming?" She stood up and reached for my hand.

"Not quite yet. I want to do some tidying up. I'll be up in a minute." I leaned down and kissed her. She reached up and pressed her hands to my face and I could smell both of our sexes on her. As far as I could tell, she didn't notice a thing. 

She went upstairs and I puttered around in the kitchen until I heard the shower come on. Then I dumped the whole milk in the sink and got my keys to run out and get a bottle of skim milk. I wondered how long it would take for my adjustments to take hold. 

A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 02



I noticed changes in Stephanie almost immediately. The next day was a Friday, and we both came home from work exhausted. She walked in from the gym with a bottle of diet soda in her hand. She seemed a little dreamy while she was watching television and I made dinner, and I think I noticed her rubbing her chest absently as she relaxed on the couch, but she didn't do anything incredibly different. We both turned in early, and when I grabbed the outside of her thigh and pulled it toward me when we kissed goodnight, she pulled it off and said, "Be a good boy." 

Stephanie likes to wake up early on Saturday mornings and work in the garden. She lets me sleep in and puts on her gardening clothes as quietly as possible. I usually wake up when I hear her humming to herself while she's pulling weeds and spraying leaves.

That Saturday she was out in the garden by the time I woke up. I could hear her singing to herself through the window as I pulled on my bathrobe. I smelled the coffee as soon as I walked into the kitchen. When I sat down at the counter I saw why she'd woken up early: she had set out a chocolate croissant with a fresh pot of coffee and the sports page overlooking the garden. The chair was even pulled out to watch her working. But the curtain was drawn; the entire kitchen was bathed in morning sunlight except for my seat. Stephanie knew I liked to watch her work. I pulled back the curtain.

In a relationship that's more than a decade old, it is a rare sight that takes one's breath away. Stephanie doesn't tan, so she wears a sun hat when she works in the garden. She had pinned her hair under the crown of the hat with just a couple strands of her auburn hair framing her face. Her elbows were dirty with soil and in her hands she held a spade and water bottle in canvas gloves. She was wearing a tank top that was tight cross her chest and back, the black straps of her bra angled out over her shoulders. She was wearing denim shorts cut off so that the bottoms of the front pockets spilled out under the fraying hem. Her long legs looked longer still stemming from the high-heeled cork wedges shaping her calves, thighs, and ass. Her knees were dirty, too. 

She was bending over a tomato plant with her feet spread wider than her shoulders and her ass sticking out above her head like a model on the cover of some auto parts calendar. She knew that I was coming downstairs and must have seen me sit down. Didn't look up, although I knew she was trying not to smile; the effort had pursed her lips into a pout. 

Usually Stephanie gardens in long-legged overalls and one of my old college t-shirts. It would have been difficult to stand as I looked out the window, my cock was so hard from just looking at her. Then she started to put on a show for me. 

She must have saved the hardest work until I was downstairs and watching through the window. She pulled weeds from the dark soil, flexing her thighs and calves in her high-heeled sandals. She squatted, spreading her knees wide and inspecting the leaves of the plants as she sprayed their roots. At the same time, I pulled my shaft from my boxers and started rubbing it where she could see through the window as I watched her. Sweat clarified her tank top and the fabric clung transparent to her stomach and waist. Her transparent undershirt and alabaster skin highlighted the lace ruffles of her black bra as well as the curves of her body. 

Finally she knelt in front of a rose bush blooming pink, her knees sank into the dirt along with the tips of her toes. Her back was flat and tall and her face was pressed against a bloom. She looked the the window and held my eyes and she plucked a wilting petal and placed it on top of her tongue. She broke our shared stare when she closed her eyes to take in the texture and the fragrance of the blossom. 

I stood up and walked to the back door, following my prick. I found it locked from the outside and a note taped to the window where I saw her again on her hands and knees rooting in the dirt, the skin of her back, shoulders, and neck shimmering in the morning light. 

"DIRTY BOYS HAVE TO GET CLEAN," the note read. An arrow pointed back upstairs. She saw me reading the note and waved her finger at me and pursed her lips. She arched her back putting her arms behind her head to give me another pinup image to think about during what felt like a very long walk to the shower.

I was already on edge as the water poured over me. I hadn't calmed down a bit, although I didn't really want to, either. I turned the shower up as hot as I could stand and scrubbed my arms and legs with one hand while gently rubbing the shaft of my cock with the other. Stephanie had never before been an exhibitionist, and never given an erotic charge to any of the small daily activities of her life. She was always a girl who liked to keep our sex life confined to the bedroom. I knew that our sessions were having some effect on her, and I was really excited to see where they would go. I allowed my mind to wander--in a couple of weeks we were planning to go out of town to her parents' new house, where there was a hot tub and a whole separate guest house.

The smell of sweat and soil, and the touch of hands on my body, awoke me from my reverie. Stephanie had climbed into the shower behind me and was pressing her breasts into my back and kissing the tops of my shoulders. 

"Why do you feel so tense, baby? You need to relax," she said. Her hands wandered down my arms and rubbed soap into my chest and stomach. Even under the hot water I felt her nipples hard against the flesh of my back. I reached behind me and grabbed her ass. It was taught from the effort of her standing on her tiptoes to press her lips to my neck and nibble on my ear. 

She reached further down and grabbed my cock in both her hands. The water and soap made her palms and fingers slick as she rubbed down my shaft and cupped my balls. "Mmm... maybe you don't need to relax everything." I could feel the curve of her smile between my shoulder blades. 

I pulled her around me so that I was behind her and the water sprayed over her face and down her breasts and thighs. She'd kept her hair pinned up and I scraped my teeth across her neck. Now that I knew what she liked I was going to take advantage.

"You're a little tease, aren't you? You like to be watched?" I growled into her ear. I pulled her body close against mine, and my prick settled into the cleft of her ass. She purred into the water and reached her hands up and wrapped them around my neck. 

The soil from the garden rinsed off her elbows and knees down the shower's drain, but her neck and hair still smelled like turned earth and sweat. I grabbed her breasts and pressed them flat against my palms, grinding my cock into her. She arched her chest into my grip and her ass back into me, saying nothing. I reached across her chest and held her with one arm while the other reached down to her pussy. She was wet on the outside from the shower, but she spread her feet to her shoulders and allowed me access to her clit. When I rubbed over it with my fingers she let out a low moan. I could feel it through my chest, but it was drowned out by the water of our shower. 

"Do you think that you can just tease me? That you can put yourself out there on display?"

She closed her eyes and lowered her head away from me while I worked her up. This pushed her ass even harder against my cock, and I pushed my hips back into her. I had always wanted to fuck her ass, but she had been insistent that it wasn't on the table. I adjusted myself so that my cock slid between her legs and she put her hands against the front wall of the shower, giving me better access to her. I put two fingers inside her and kept rubbing her clit with the palm of my hand. 

"Oh, fuck--yes, just like that," she said loud enough to be heard over the streaming shower. She leaned into the ministrations of my hand as sheets of water poured over he back and down her ass and my dick lodged between it. 

"You're a nasty little slut, aren't you? You like it when people watch you, watch your body. You like to get me hard and then send me away." I could feel her knees start to weaken. She must have really gotten herself worked up in the garden. 

"I am a little slut," she moaned. "Please don't stop. I loved having you watch me. Ah ah ah." She ground her pussy into my hand. Her body started to tense up; her ass gripped the sides of my cock and I could feel her reaching for release. 

I let her rest her weight against the front of the shower and put my other hand on her ass, pushing it even harder against my hand. I could feel the hard nub of her cervix against my fingers. I rubbed gently along the crack of her ass, letting the sensitive skin adjust to my touch. 

"Please. Please. Oh, fuck. God, yes, please," she was close. I took the tip of my index finger and just pressed it against her asshole. I didn't put it in, just gave it a little pressure. I had tried to have a little ass play with Stephanie when she had drunk too much wine or was especially horny, but she'd never let me get this far. 

"Ah, ah, ah, yes, yes, yes! Oh, shit! Baby, I'm coming!" Her entire body tensed with her orgasm. I couldn't have pulled my dick from between her legs if I'd tried. Her arms folded before her knees did, and I felt her knees finally give way with just enough time to catch her before she tumbled into the bath spigot. I pulled her back up against my body while she recovered. Her hair was soaked from water and sweat. 

I finally kissed her mouth, which was warm and wet and slack as she came back around from her climax. I held her arms at her sides and kissed her as her feet found purchase on the floor of the shower. Her hands came up to my sides, and she pressed the palms of her hands against my face and leaned the front of her body back into me. I ran my hands over her breasts and down her ass, and she finally broke our kiss. She looked up at me and reached down to my cock in between us. With her other hand she pulled her hair out and it spilled over her shoulders and down her back. I turned us so the water from the shower poured down my back. 

She kissed my neck, then my chest. The pinpricks of her nipples lead her mouth down my body. I rubbed the bottoms of her breast as they passed out of my reach, to instead rest on the tops of her shoulders. When she was on her knees she looked up at me again. 

She gripped my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. She rubbed down the shaft slowly, looking into my eyes. She pressed my head into the palm of her hand and rubbed around it. Her hands were warm and soft and gentle against me. 

"You're not going to break it, Steph," I said. Grabbing her shoulders, I pulled her face toward my cock. For a second she turned her head, rubbing it on the side of her face, kissing the inside of my thighs. Then she turned back and started kissing along the base of my prick. Her kisses were deep, pressing her tongue along the sensitive skin and sucking lightly, and then rubbing her nose over the top. Even in the hot shower, I could feel her even hotter breath across my shaft. 

"That's right, girl. Get to know it. That feels nice." This wasn't something that she had liked to do, but I wanted that to change. She held my gaze. "You're driving me crazy." 

She kissed along the other side of my dick, looking up at me the entire time. I couldn't bear it any longer. "Take it, Steph." I grabbed her more roughly by the shoulders and slid my cock into her mouth. 

She took it, finally grabbing around the base with both hands. She took the head first, running her tongue all around my head. A wave of pleasure surged through me, since I had been waiting so long to somehow get inside of her. I was afraid that I might come right then, but I pushed the urge back.

Stephanie must have felt me tense up, because she increased her rhythm. She took a little more each time, pausing to run her tongue along the bottom and jerk the base of my cock with her hands while her mouth adjusted to the size. 

I knew that there was sometimes something missing from the head that my wife had given me in the past, and now I could put a name to it: enthusiasm. Now she wasn't lacking for it. Once she'd taken me halfway into her mouth, she pulled back and rubbed her hands down my shaft again. She turned up to face me. 

"No, keep going," I told her, and grabbed her by the back of the head and put my cock back into her mouth. She moaned when I did it and I knew that she was trying to tease me again. This time she took me all the way down to the base. I could feel the head of my cock slipping past her soft pallette and into her throat. She'd never been able to take me this deep before, but maybe she'd also never wanted to. 

I closed my eyes and just bathed in the pleasure of her work. I ran my fingers through her wet hair and felt the warm wetness of her mouth swallowing my cock over and over. I set the rhythm with my hips and let her meet me. I knew that I didn't have long before I was coming down her throat.

"That's right, baby, take it all in," I now knew that she loved when I talked to her, so I wasn't afraid to let her know how she was doing. "You want to swallow all my cum, don't you, you filthy slut?"

"Mm-hm..." she said. Her hands left my cock and one hand gripped the back of my ass to give her some support as I speared her mouth. I hunched over a little and grabbed one of her tits and turned it over in my hand. She moaned on my cock and I pinched her nipple lightly. 

"You love this, don't you? Sucking my giant cock." She could only moan in reply and pick up her speed. I finally opened my eyes and looked back down at her. Even though she had come only moments before, her other hand was between her legs and buried in her pussy. I felt myself getting closer to coming. "You horny bitch, are you going to come again from sucking my dick? Look at me."

She looked up at me and her eyes were almost glazed over with lust and pleasure. It was the first time in a long time that it felt like we were both together and fucking instead of each reaching for our own climax. I grabbed her hair with both my hands and pulled her face all the way onto my prick. "Swallow it all, baby. Don't spill a drop of my cum." She mumbled into my cock as my ears filled with the rush of my own orgasm. 

I hadn't come in two days, and I had been holding back my arousal for most of the morning. I came as much as I ever have. Stephanie did her best to take it all, but when I finally opened my eyes again, she still had the tip of my cock in her mouth but little droplets of cum were spilling out the corners. I thrust a couple of more times and then pulled out. She ran her hands along my softening shaft until she was satisfied she'd captured everything and give the tip one more lick. Then she stood up and kissed me. 

Before, she never would have swallowed, and if she accidentally gotten some of my cum in her mouth, she would have run to the bathroom sink and washed her mouth out for two minutes. Now, she swallowed everything she could. Her mouth tasted warm and a little salty.

She broke our kiss eventually and gave my cock a final squeeze. "C'mon, honey," she said. "This little slut wants to go shopping for some lingerie." 



A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 03



We spent Saturday shopping at the high-end mall and played grab-ass around the concourses like a couple of teenagers. Stephanie picked out some expensive things at Victoria's Secret and some intentionally cheap things at Fredrick's of Hollywood and teased me with many other things she tried on at both. 

She wouldn't let me know what she purchased. We'd each grab an armful of pieces that she'd take into the changing room and close the door behind her. I'd watch her feet and see the delicacies puddle on the floor. She opened the door occasionally and let me see a corset or bustier or garter belt and ask my opinion. Every once in a while she peeked around the door to see if the attendant was there.

"Want to come in here and help me out?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "You can stand in one of these bags and they'll think you left me to my own devices."

"After this morning's--activities--I'm not sure I'd be much use to you."

"You're no fun," she pouted, and closed the door again. She gave me a good look at her ass as the door hit it on the way back. 

When she had made her choices she sent me out of the store so that I could be surprised when she put them to their intended uses, and I went out and looked at the miserable guys being dragged around the mall by their wives and remarked again on how lucky I was, and how I had made my own luck, just a little. Stephanie was on-air talent at a local television station and had a pretty generous wardrobe allowance, so she was more free to take advantage of our own clothes budget for fun things. Usually, though, they were expensive jeans and billowy sweaters.

When we had piled our treasures into the car to go home, Stephanie gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, no!" she said. "I think I left one of the bags behind. Can you wait here while I check?" 

I was famished from all the activity on only a half-eaten croissant and a couple sips of coffee. "I'll be right here," I said. 

She gave me a kiss on the neck and whispered into my ear, "I can still taste you on my tongue." Then she fled across the parking lot. 

I let her rush back through the doors and went over to a hot dog stand and inhaled one with everything. I had just finished wiping my hands on my jeans when she came back out a different door. She had tucked her purse under her arm and was holding it close and closed. 

"False alarm," she said. She gave me a peck on the cheek and pressed her other hand against my burgeoning cock and slid into the passenger's seat. 

I was worried that my work had the effect of turning Stephanie into an incorrigible tease. She didn't wear anything special to bed that night, or Sunday. She was more aware of my eyes on her during the day. She worked the Sunday crossword with her pen in her mouth, running her tongue around the circumference and sucking on the tip, but came to bed in a long t-shirt. She rubbed her ass against my groin in the grocery store, but gave my dick only a firm squeeze before rolling over and falling asleep. 

There are a lot of good things about being a professor in a college town. One is that you have hundreds of young co-eds arriving on campus every fall, and most of them are coming into their own and putting themselves on display. Another is that the early summers are slow. When I went into work on Monday I talked to my colleague in Psychology about side effects of hypnosis, and all he could tell me was that the effects were sometimes unpredictable. He said that it sometimes take multiple sessions with even a willing subject to get the desired results. I was worried that I might have to revise my plan, but also knew that I should give Stephanie a little more time to settle into my changes. I wanted to help my wife develop a healthy sexual appetite and a more varied diet, not turn her into an insatiable nymphomaniac. 

I came home at the usual time and wasn't surprised to find Stephanie's car absent from the driveway. She usually worked out at the gym after work. She had left that morning wearing a tight black pencil skirt and dark red heels with a white blouse that showed the texture of her lace bra if you were looking but wouldn't show up on-camera. She called it professionally sexy. She was working on some nonsense human interest story that drove her nuts but paid the bills. I thought I might put her back into her trance and lead her upstairs and push that pencil skirt up to her waist when she came home, even if she was fragrant from the gym.

I hung up my coat and satchel without even looking around. I was going to go relax with a drink and watch television when I noticed Stephanie standing quietly in the kitchen. Although "noticed" might not be strong enough of a word. 

Her hair was lightly curled and spilled over her shoulders and down her back. Her bangs swept across her forehead above her eyes, sparkling with lust. She wore the pearl necklace that I'd given her as a wedding present around her neck and the earrings I'd given her on our first anniversary. She'd tied a white apron around her neck and tightly around her waist, but nothing was under it. The outline of her erect nipples puckered the cotton across her chest. The apron ended at the top of her thighs, where high white stockings began. They rested snugly across the middle of her thigh by a cuff of white lace, and tapered down her legs to white, four-inch, open-toed heels. I thought twice about that instinct not to remake her into a nymphomaniac.

My mouth gaped open, at a loss for words. She brought her finger up to her rouged lips and pressed it against them. The only sound was the click of her heels as she walked toward me.

"I skipped the gym this week," she kissed into my ear. My hard dick pushed against my slacks and into the firm fabric of her apron. "You're going to have to work me out." 

She kissed my neck and pulled my tie, lowering herself down so that her face was in front of the bulging crotch of my pants, squatting in front of me. Slowly, she lowered my fly. I could feel the pull of each tooth on my zipper as she inched it down. She licked her lips when my cock fell out, nearly grazing her nose. 

"Mmm..." she said, her not breath washing over my engorged prick. She held herself upright with her hands on my hips, and pulled me into her mouth. 

She wasn't teasing, she took the whole thing in down to the base. The head of my cock slid past her soft palette and down her throat. Her nose buried in my pubic hair, and her breath was hot against my slacks and pelvis. She moved both her head and my hips, engulfing me in her warm, wet mouth. She ran her tongue around my shaft as she fucked my cock with her face.

I put my hands in her hair, pulling it away in two handfuls so I could see her eyes looking up at me. Soon she closed her eyes and let me take control of her, pushing her face onto my dick. She moved her free hands under her apron, rubbing her pussy while I fucked her face. Soon I couldn't tell whether she was grunting and mumbling to encourage my efforts or because she was enjoying her own. 

A glow of sweat started to form on her forehead and I finally pulled her off my cock. She was sucking so hard the head of my dick popped out. She looked up at me and licked her lips again. 

"Enough play," I said, and lifted her by her upper arms and pushed her into the kitchen. I started to lower the knot of my tie and unbutton my shirt.

"Please don't," she said over the click of her heels. Her apron was lightly pleated where it had folded over her knees. She turned around and pressed her naked back against me. In her heels her ass rose right against my dick, and I nestled into the cleft. "I can't wait anymore. I need you inside me."

She ground her ass against me and I pushed her waist onto the ledge of our kitchen island. I leaned her over it and kicked her feet apart. The apron billowed away from her body, and the string pressed into the skin of her neck and upper back. I kissed below the ties of the apron and roughly grabbed at her breasts beneath the canvas, pushing her into the block with the weight of my body. 

With one hand I continued kneading the flesh of her breast and with the other I reached between her legs. Stephanie had always kept herself closely trimmed, but I found that she'd shaved herself bare since our weekend adventure in the shower. She was completely smooth, and sopping wet. 

Stephanie isn't the only one who likes to tease. Usually I like to work her up into a lather with my hands before fucking her. But feeling her bare pussy flipped a switch inside me. I spread her lips and plunged two fingers into her snatch. She grunted into the kitchen island--which had become our island--with pleasure. I pressed the tip of my thumb against her asshole as I stood up and pushed her more solidly into the block. 

"Please," she said. 

I pushed my cock into her until the teeth of my zipper pressed against the skin of her ass. After so many years together, it's incredible that a pussy can feel new. She was slick with lust and effort, but she was tight and the muscles in her pussy gripped me. Her back muscles tensed with the effort of accommodating me, and I rested a moment, enjoying the warm, wet, tight space.

"Fuck me," she said. She pushed her hands against the unfinished wood, pressing her ass against me. 

I thrust into her over and over. Stephanie let the solid island bear her weight. I grabbed her hips and watched my cock disappear into her depths as I fucked her. It was impossible, but it felt like I was going deeper into her every time. She widened her legs to give me better access to her pussy.

Her bangs matted with sweat from our exertions, and her hands had moved from the top of the block to the sides, where they held on white-knuckled. "Oh, fuck... It feels so good to have you inside me!" she said. Her back was slick from effort. "Don't stop... please..." she said.

I had no intentions to. Her arms and legs were tense, and her pussy had tensed, as well. It felt more and more tight the more I fucked her, and I had to push harder to stay inside her. I leaned back to watch her and massaged her asshole with my thumb.

"Yes... That feels right..." She pushed back against the tip of my thumb, and it slipped inside her. "Oh!" she screamed. "Oh, God." She bucked against me. I could feel the veins of my cock against the tip of my thumb, and pressed a little deeper into her--up to the first knuckle. "Fuck--" she breathed into the wood. She pushed against it, lifting her shoulders off the block.

"Not until I say," I said, removing my thumb from her ass and pushing her back. I grabbed the outside of her thigh with one hand and her hair with the other and drove into her more. The cuffs of her stockings bunched under the palm of my hand. I began to feel the tide of my orgasm riding up inside me. 

I wanted her close when she came and I came inside her. I plowed into her several more times, and her legs lifted off the floor finally with the effort of our fucking. Finally I pulled out of her, my cock wet with her passion. I pulled her to her feet, her heels clicking back onto the tile. 

"Please, please finish me," she said. She pushed her ass back against me, urging me back inside her.

"You're going to get yours," I said. "Turn to me." 

She did, and I pushed her back against the block, sitting her on top of it with her ass dangling just over the edge. I had perfect access to her pussy, and I plunged it back inside her. She gasped into my ear.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby?" I asked.

"Oh... oh... I want to," she said. She lifted her knees and hooked the heels of her shoes under my belt. Her voice was rising in pitch and volume as I worked her.

"This is what you get when you get me all worked up. You've been needing a good fucking." 

"Yes... I've needed this..." she said, gasping. I pulled her hair and her head snapped back. She yelped, but her hand went behind my back and pulled me deeper into her. She humped me as much as her precarious placement on the counter would allow.

I kissed her neck and picked up my pace. The last few years Stephanie and I had done some love-making, but very little fucking. There was no question as to what we were doing here. I banged into her as hard as I could, burying my cock inside her again and again. The head of my cock battered the firm flesh of her cervix. She was the one now at a loss for words, screaming into the ceiling, begging for release. Finally her whole body went tense and still as the orgasm washed over her.

Her pussy clenched on my cock and I could no longer move in or out, but at that same time my own orgasm crested and broke against the walls of my wife's pussy. I could feel my balls emptying into her as her fingernails dug into my shoulders and her legs held me close against my body. 

I held her as her body first shuddered and then relaxed, and my dick finished unloading into her. She unfolded her arms and legs from mine. I pulled out of her, my wet cock still turgid in the cool air. 

She brushed her hair out of her face. "Wait one more second," she said, tugging at my belt. She pulled the string on the back of her apron, and it pooled on the ground at her feet. She knelt on it, bringing her face close to my dick. "These cost one hundred and twenty-five dollars," she said, tugging her stockings back into place and protecting her knees with the puddled apron.

Her eyes locked on mine, she licked me from base to tip, slurping the head into her mouth, and taking it--again--all the way down to the base. Pulled it back up and took my shaft between her fingers, carefully kissing and licking around the glans and down each vein. She sipped both of our juices off me, until I was clean. Then she tucked me back into my pants, slowly closing the zipper. Ached with each notch as the teeth enclosed my dick again. 

"We taste good together," she said. 

She stood up again, collecting the apron and kissing me. She tied the apron around my waist, hiding the stain that her cum had left on my fly. "I'm still hungry," she said. 

"I'll make dinner."

"I'll clean up." She clicked out of the kitchen and to the stairs. As she started climbing, she turned around, sticking out her ass and letting me see the thin drizzle of my cum leaking out of her. "Make something fast," she said. "Nicole is coming over for dinner in twenty minutes." 



A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 04



There are two things to know about my sister Nicole. The first is that she's a complete knockout. She could have been a model if she were a little taller. She is still an inch taller than Stephanie, but where Stephanie is curvy, Nicole is long and toned. Stephanie's breasts are big enough to fill a wine glass or the palms of your hands; Nicole is smaller on top. Nicole is two years older than Stephanie, but because she's small, her breasts and ass are as perky as they were when she was nineteen. A year ago she started doing yoga, and she really took to it. The exercises didn't make her body sinewy in the way that it does for some women. The practices defined her more. Her face is more classically beautiful, with a small straight nose and dark eyes that match her dark brown hair. She's more fair-skinned than even Stephanie is. 

The second thing to know about Nicole is that she's a complete bitch. Her family says it with love but as a truth, as well. She doesn't accept conflict or broach disagreement, and she'll walk away if she isn't going to get what she wants. Her outlook is almost always negative--even her felt compliments come out sounding backhanded. This turns off a lot of guys who would probably otherwise pursue her. She hadn't had a boyfriend to anyone's knowledge in seven years. Her parents wondered if she might be a lesbian. But her sister loves her and would make sure she got out from behind her computer and from her house by inviting her over for dinner a couple of times a month. 

While Stephanie was cleaning herself up, I put a frozen loaf of bread in the oven to refresh and did my best to compose myself. The kitchen smelled musky from our fucking, and I wanted to ensure that Nicole had no idea what we'd been up to. In the meantime, I prepared a little salad of spinach, goat cheese, and bacon that I thought would satisfy the three of us. The side effect of making the kitchen smell like fried pork and not porking was a side benefit. Once I plated our dinners I opened a bottle of red wine and a bottle of white and scrubbed down all the counters.

Even though Nicole had been over to our house dozens of times, she still rang the doorbell. Stephanie was still upstairs, so I went over and opened the door for her.

"People on the roads today are just fucking maniacs," Nicole said. She brushed past me into the living room.

"Good evening to you, too, Nikki," I said. "I'm just finishing dinner. There's wine on the dinner table." I went back into the kitchen and pulled the bread out of the oven. Through the pass-through I watched Nicole collapse into a chair and pour herself a glass of the red. 

She looked good. She had clearly come straight over from work. She was wearing brown tailored slacks that stretched over her upper thighs and ass under a white knit top. It was a really fine material--Nicole worked in computers and treated herself to the finer things in life--nearly transparent in the light and showing a matching brown camisole underneath. She had on brown wedge heels that shaped her ass as it tumbled into her seat. Nicole was someone I liked to look at as much as I disliked listening to, but thankfully she was so oblivious that she never noticed. Or if she did, she never said anything. 

She drank her first glass silently staring into space waiting for her sister to come downstairs. I cut the bread and wiped the plates and set the table. 

Finally Stephanie flounced downstairs. She'd tossed on a blue sundress and white canvas tennis shoes and tied her hair up in a white ribbon. She still looked a little flushed and winked at me as she reached the last step.

"Hey, sis!" Stephanie said, and finally Nicole stood up. They embraced lightly. "How are you doing?"

"Well, you know. My car has a little knock in the engine and the mechanic tells me it's nothing. I think he just wants it to break so I'll have to spend more on the repair."

Stephanie poured herself a tall glass of the white as I put the plates on the table with the bread. 

I poured myself a glass of wine also, and raise my glass for a toast. "To lucky husbands," I said. My wife blushed a little bit as we clinked glasses and dug in to our plates.

The dinner itself was uneventful. Nicole went through her litany of complaints while Stephanie listened and I watched the thin lips of her mouth--how different than her sister's full pout--and her long, thin arms and neck.

As I was picking up the plates and taking them into the kitchen, Nicole said, "You look a lot better than you did the last time I saw you, Steph. Are you doing something different?"

"No!" Stephanie said. "My wonderful husband hypnotized me, and I lost 6 pounds in a week! I feel amazing, and I didn't have to do anything. I swear, he's like magic." She grabbed at me as I walked around the table. I made a weak feint at getting out of the way of her hands. 

"Magic, huh? I'm still having trouble sleeping. I get maybe five hours of sleep a night. Do you think he could help with that?" Of course, I was still standing in the same room with her.

"You should ask him," she said.

"Well?" Nicole said, finally turning to me.

"I can give it a shot. It works for people who really try. Stephanie did all the work," I said. I knew that it was important that a subject be willing, and it wouldn't happen if Nicole wasn't committed. 

"All right. Do you need a pocket watch or something? Don't make me bark like a dog."

Nicole laid down on the couch just like Stephanie had. Stephanie sat behind me and watched enraputred as I talked her sister into a trance. She was a lot more difficult a subject than Stephanie was. I had to push her down until I felt like Nicole was deep enough that I could work on her. 

"Can you hear me, Nicole?" I asked. Sometimes with difficult subjects they can actually fall asleep in the process of going into a trance. 

"Yes."

"Good. It's important that you're completely honest with me when you're relaxed like this. I want you to picture your mind as a series of doors in a long hallway. When I ask you a question, I want you to go to a door and open it, and tell me what's inside. Do you understand?"

"Yes." 

"Good. Why are you having trouble sleeping?"

Her hands moved for a moment like she was grasping a doorknob and opening it. "I can't let go of the day. I get stressed out thinking about what's going to happen next." I could see the tension in her shoulders just thinking about having to sleep.

"All right. Good. Now, Nicole, when you go to sleep at night, I want you to release something that stresses you with every action. When you brush your teeth, one worry will fall away. Each time you brush your hair, you'll release one more concern. When you take off each article of clothing, you'll leave a worry behind until the next morning. Do you understand?"

"I understand." 

"Excellent. I want you to practice. When I say, 'Open your eyes,' you'll sit up and you'll be in your bedroom preparing for bed. Tell me what you're releasing. Open your eyes."

Nicole's eyes snapped open and she sat up on the couch. She leaned over and took off one shoe. "Driving home." She took off the other shoe. "Dealing with Amy." She lifted her arms over her head and took off her shirt, leaving only her camisole. "Credit card bills." 

"I think she's got it," said Stephanie from behind me. I'd almost forgotten she was there. There was something in her voice that was husky, almost breathless. I was a little surprised.

"All right, Nicole. When I say 'sleep,' you'll return to my living room and go back into your trance, but you'll still hear my voice and be as relaxed as you are now. Do you understand?"

She'd begun loosening her belt, and I heard Stephanie shifting in her seat next to me. "I understand." 

"Sleep." Casually, Nicole laid herself back down on the couch, her hands folded back in her lap. 

I turned to Stephanie. I wasn't quite finished with Nicole, but I didn't need Stephanie in the room for what was nest. "Sleep, babe." 

She collapsed into her chair, deep into her trance. I was a little surprised that the post-hypnotic suggestion I'd given her still worked. My wife never ceases to amaze me sometimes. "Stephanie, I want you to go upstairs and put yourself to bed. When you wake up, you'll be relaxed and refreshed. You'll remember saying good night to your sister and going to bed early. Do you understand?"

"Yes." She opened her eyes, stood up, and went to bed. Now Nicole and I were alone, and I wondered what I should do with her. If Stephanie hadn't so thoroughly worn me out earlier that evening, I might have played with her a little bit. That seemed like too big of a risk, though. Still, I wondered if I could make a few changes that would at least make our dinners more pleasurable. I wanted to answer some questions first, though.

"Nicole, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Imagine yourself back in that hallway with closed doors. When I ask you a question, you'll open the door and tell me the truth when you answer. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"Five years ago. I met a guy at a conference and took him back to my room."

"That's a long time. Do you like sex?"

"Very much." She squirmed into the couch a little bit. "I'm not sure I want to talk about this with you." 

"That's okay, Nicole. When I say 'open your eyes,' you'll be back at home getting ready for bed. I want you to take off all your clothes, and with each article you take off, I want you to become more and more relaxed, until you're completely relaxed and open. Then you'll sit down on the couch again and be completely honest with me and trust me completely. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Open your eyes." My cock twitched when Nicole did so. She stood up and undid her belt, flinging it onto the floor. She pulled her camisole over her head, exposing her flat stomach and her small, perky breasts. Nicole's nipples were smaller than Stephanie's, coming to tips smaller than the head of a pencil eraser. With each movement she slowed down a little as her body and mind became more and more relaxed. She unclasped her belt and unbuttoned her slacks, pushing them over her narrow hips and exposing a blue thong underneath. It was clearly expensive, with fine lace across the waist and down the front.

Nicole isn't more of an exhibitionist than her sister, but she's less concerned with what other people see--perhaps because she's more naturally beautiful. I knew that she wore thongs almost exclusively, to the point that it wasn't exciting anymore to see her bend over for something and expose the "whale tail." But it was always nice to see it. I wanted her to have a little more variety. 

Nicole was moving achingly slowly as she hooked her thumbs under the sides of her thong and lowered them down. She'd discarded almost all of her defenses to that point, and was maybe more relaxed then she'd ever been in in her life. Despite everything, I was rock hard by the time she stepped out of her panties and seated herself on the couch again. She was looking straight ahead. 

"Nicole, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you."

"Do you trust me?"

"Completely."

"Good." I almost didn't know what to do next. I was doing my best to focus on what my goals were instead of the perfect body perched on my couch. My wife was upstairs and out of commission--I could hear her shut the bedroom door after brushing her teeth--and I had a woman here who trusted me completely. Still...

"Nicole, whenever you hear me say 'Sleep, Cosette,' you'll return to this state of compete relaxation and trust. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I thought of something I had read somewhere about improving a person's attitude through force of will. I figured that I could try something small to make my sister a little more pleasant for everyone. "Also, when you see someone, I want you to smile at them. When they smile back, you'll feel good. Do you understand?"

"I understand." 

"Good. I want you to get some new underwear, too. No more thongs. Find something else you like--something that makes you feel sexy and attractive. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Are you aroused right now?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I masturbated in the car on the way over here." I thought I was hard before, but now I was the one shifting in my seat uncomfortably. 

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Four or five times a week, usually."

"How?"

"I have a dildo and a vibrator that I use."

She was being as open and honest as I could imagine, so I thought I'd take a risk. "Do you ever think about me when you pleasure yourself?"

"Sometimes, yes."

"Why?"

"I feel your eyes on me sometimes. It makes me feel desired and wanted. When you and Stephanie started dating, she would tell me about when you fucked her. She said that you were really big--that she was afraid that you were going to break her in two." 

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes. But I can't do that to Stephanie."

"How often do you fantasize about me?"

"A few times a month. I'm starting to get aroused now," she said. That was clear; she'd begun rubbing the insides of her thighs.

"That's okay, Nicole. I want you to start fantasizing about me more. When you masturbate, I want you to think about me once a week or more. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I didn't see Nicole every week. I wanted a way to make sure that she was doing what I was telling her. "When you do, I want you e-mail me a picture of yourself. You'll want to impress me, so you'll want to take and send a sexy picture of yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes... master." That was new. I didn't tell her to do that.

"Good. Turn to me."

She did, looking me right in the eye. She looked still completely relaxed and trusting, but there was something else in her expression. Something that I'd never seen from her before, but could recognize: desire. I turned my chair so that we were directly in front of each other. I regretted putting Stephanie to sleep so quickly--if I ended our session right now I would have a very hard time going to sleep. 

"I want you to tell me one of your fantasies about me, Nicole."

"Which one, master?" I wasn't quite comfortable with her calling me this, but there was a part of me that really liked it. 

"Your favorite one. You may touch yourself as you tell me, and you can watch me touch myself." I was pretty sure that this wasn't exactly cheating; it's probably what would've happened later that night, anyway, just much further apart. A part of me had already decided that I was going to fuck Nicole, but I didn't want to do it like this. Partly that would be too easy, but also it wouldn't be as exciting.

I undressed in front of her. She watched me dumbly, patiently. Here eyes grew large when I unzipped my pants--still stained from fucking her sister earlier in the evening--and my cock fell in front of her face. Her hands twitched in her lap, and she licked her lips, but she didn't move forward. I sat back down she slouched forward so that her ass perched on the edge of the couch and spread her legs apart. She was aroused; I could see her labia blossomed in front of me, and slick with her own desire. Her pussy wasn't shaved--for whom would she shave it? But it was trimmed close.

"You may begin," I said.

"Yes, master."

As she began talking, one of her hands moved to stroke her pussy, and the other rested lightly on her breast.

"It's late at night. I've gone to bed and am on the edge of sleep--that part where you can't really be sure what is real and what is a dream. I'm wearing one of my nightgowns--a black one that falls against my upper thighs. I hear a key in my front door. The lock turns and the door opens. The hallway light comes on.

"I'm worried and scared. I grab my phone to dial 9-1-1 when there's a soft knock on my door. It opens before I can ask who it is. I see your silhouette against the doorway. I put the phone back on my bedside table.

"'What are you doing here?' I ask.

"'Don't worry. Relax. I used Steph's key,' you say. You come into my room and close the door behind you. My eyes were dazzled by the light, and I'm blinded when the room goes dark. Before my eyes adjust I feel you sitting on my bed next to me. 

"'Where is Stephanie? Is everything all right?' I ask. I hear the rustling of fabric in the darkness. I see the outline of you against the bedroom window. Your body is right next to mine.

"'She's fine. She's sleeping. Don't worry,' you say. I reach to you as my eyes adjust, finally seeing you. My hands touch your arms, which are bare. Then your shoulders, which are, also. Finally I touch your chest, and I feel your skin and the muscles beneath it. You've taken off your shirt.

"'You shouldn't be here,' I say. 'You need to go home.' I try to sit up, but you push me back down--but not roughly. You have climbed into bed next to me. I feel the soft denim of your jeans through my sheets.

"'I will--in a little while. Just relax. Everything's fine,' you say. You're face is right up against mine now. I can smell liquor on your breath. It's not sharp and stale from beer. It's dark and sweet. You were drinking bourbon, or maybe cognac. One of your hands runs along the side of my body over the sheet. I can see your eyes shining in the moonlight. I can see your hair spilling across your forehead. 

"You lean in to kiss me. I close my eyes and put my hands against your chest. When your lips touch mine a surge runs through me telling me that this is wrong. I didn't invite you here. You're my brother. I'm betraying my sister. I push you away, but you wrap your arms around me. You pull me to you. The bed sheet between us falls away. I feel the heat of your body against mine. 

"You open your mouth to mine and I do the same. I taste your tongue and it's warm and wet and intoxicating. My head swims--I know this is wrong, but--Oh, yes--it feels good. It feels good to be touched this way. I feel myself becoming aroused, and that makes me feel worse.

"Your hands are under my nightgown, caressing my stomach, rubbing my back. Your hands find my breasts and play roughly with them, and my nipples become hard under your touch--Mmm..."

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. She pulled her nipples and had two fingers buried in her pussy. I rubbed my cock and waited for her to continue. She opened her eyes and focused her gaze on me again.

"I break our kiss and turn my head away from you. Your hot, sweet breath is on my neck and ears. You're pushing your body into mine. I press my hands back against your chest and finally put a small bit of space between us. I try to catch my breath.

"'Don't do this--please,' I say. 'We can't. Stephanie is your wife and my sister. You have to go. Stop.' I'm trying to pull the sheet between us, and my fingers touch the waist of your jeans. 

"I feel the sharp intake of your breath against my skin. 'Nicole, don't worry. Everything's fine.'

"I know that's not true, but my hands are unbuttoning your pants. I turn my mouth to yours and offer you my tongue. Ah... You push the hem of my nightgown over my hips, my back, my breasts. I lift my arms and break our kiss and you toss it on the floor. I pull you on top of me. I wrap my legs around your body. Your hands are on my back, pushing our bodies closer together. My head is swimming with your heat, your smell, your taste.

"Oh, fuck. I hook my feet along the waistband of your underwear and pull your pants down. The soles of my feet settle into the backs of your knees. Your hard cock is pressing against my pussy. It's even bigger than Stephanie had told me. I feel like I'm burning from the inside out.

"Your hands move from my shoulders to my back then back to my waist. Your thumbs hook the band of my panties, but when start to pull them down I lift up my hips and grind them against you. I want to feel your cock so bad. I need it inside me, but I don't want to stop touching it. 




A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 04



"The band of my thong cuts into my skin, then with a ripping sound falls away underneath me. I feel the shaft of your cock against the sopping wet slit of my pussy. The weight of your body is pressing on me--it's hard to breathe--God--

"'Please stop,' I whisper into your ear when I feel the head of your dick against the opening of my pussy. 'Please--don't.' My hands are tangled in your hair and pull your mouth back to mine.

"'Relax,' you say--oh, Christ--and you put the head of your cock inside me. You inch into me, letting me feel every ripple of you. It feels like you go on forever--like, oh shit, like you're filling me up. Finally I feel the base of your cock rub up against my clit and it's like licking a battery. Fingers of heat and electricity bubble up from inside me.

"I feel full. I feel on the edge of bursting. And then--and then--and then you start fucking me."

I had been trying to keep pace with her, listening to her tell me her fantasy and watching her. Both of her hands were on her pussy. Three fingers disappeared inside her, beginning to push in and out of her. Another worked small circles on her clitoris. Her shoulders pressed into the back of the couch, and her hips moved up and down off the cushion in a slow rhythm.

"You don't respond to what I need--we need the same thing. Oh, God. You're huge inside me. When I feel you withdraw, I feel empty inside. When you push back into me it's like I'll explode. Ah. You're violent with me, with speed and power. There's a part of me that's ashamed and a part of me that's excited and a part of me that isn't thinking about anything except how good you feel inside me.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. My knees are locked around my waist and when you move your hips up mine follow you. When you push back inside me I can feel your cock pounding against the back of my womb. I feel all of you when you're fucking me. Ah--ah--ah. The sheets where my hands grab onto them are cool and damp from our sweat. Your balls slap against my ass even though our bodies are pressed together. Oh, Christ, I'm going to come.

"Your hands are gripping my upper arms, pushing the top of my body into the bed even as my hips are griding against yours. Your pelvis is rubbing on my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. They're foreshocks of the orgasm that I'm going to have.

"'No! No!' I scream into the darkness of the room, where you're over me and around me and inside me. 'Don't stop fucking me! I'm almost'--ugh--'there!' 

"I feel the first hot jets of your come inside me, the last violent push of your cock into my pussy. And then--"

Nicole was unable to talk. I pumped my fist on my cock and watched her come. Her entire body except for her feet and shoulders were lifted off the couch by the force of her effort. If I hadn't put Stephanie to sleep in a trance, she would have thought I'd murdered someone in our living room. Then Nicole's body went slack. She keeled over onto the couch, her hand still buried between her legs. 

I followed her over the edge. Standing over her I came onto her resting form. My cum splattered on her stomach and arms. I released the last drop into her slackly open mouth as she caught her breath. Unthinkingly, she licked it up. 

"Nicole, lick up my cum."

"Yes, master." She cleaned herself up like a cat. Licking the cum off her arms, then peeling the thick strings of my semen off her flat belly with the tips of her fingers, until she was clean. I watched her while I dressed myself. 

"Nicole, get dressed."

"Yes, master." She was comfortable naked. If she had any sense of shame about what had just happened it didn't show. She pulled on her thong and pants, then her cami and shirt, then her shoes, and sat down on the couch. She crossed her legs at the ankles like a lady.

"Nicole, when I say 'wake up,' you'll leave your trance. Your unconsicous mind will remember and act on the instructions that I've given you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master. I'll put away my stress when I prepare for bed. I'll return to this state when you say, 'Sleep, Cosette.' I'll smile when I see people. I'll think about you when I please myself. I send you pictures of me."

"Very good, Nicole. When you wake up you'll say goodnight and go home. You'll get ready for bed and fall directly to sleep. When you wake up, you'll remember that we had a nice dinner and I helped you relax. You'll remember what happened after Stephanie went to bed as an intense dream."

"Yes, master." 

"Good. Wake up."



A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 05



The next morning Stephanie and I ate breakfast together in the dining room. The sunlight spilling in through the windows made her hair and skin look perfect. She was wearing a short silk robe I'd bought her years ago over a pair of shorts and a loose camisole. I leered at her cleavage as she dug into her grapefruit. Over the morning's Sports section, of course. 

My mind wandered to the events of the night before: the incredible fuck we'd shared on the kitchen island followed by the erotic fantasy her sister had shared with me under hypnosis. I barely felt like the same person I was a week ago--frustrated and desperate. Now all I could think about was how fortunate I was to be in the position to be with this incredibly hot and suddenly horny woman sitting across from me. It was selfish for me to want more, but I hadn't done anything yet, either. 

I took a sip from my coffee and leaned over to get a better look down Stephanie's shirt when she turned to me.

"Did you... do something to me when you hypnotized me last week?" she asked.

I almost sprayed my coffee all over her. I folded my paper carefully in front of me and set down my mug. "Why would you say something like that?"

"I don't know. It's weird. Like, I remember dinner last night, and I remember sitting down with Nikki and watching you hypnotize her. Then she started taking off her clothes. Then I remember saying good night to her and going to bed early. But I don't remember closing the door or you coming to bed or anything else. Isn't that weird?"

"Honey," I said, turning the newspaper sideways on the table between us. "Do you remember us drinking three bottles of wine last night? I'm not sure I remember that much. Nicole collected her things and went home as soon as you went to bed. I offered to make her coffee so she'd be safe. Do you remember that?"

She squinted her eyes and looked a little confused. Then she smiled. "It was a lot of wine. But there's something else--since that night, I've been a total slut. I can't believe we did what we did in the kitchen. You put your thumb in my ass! And I liked it! And I'm having these thoughts... That's not me. It never has been."

"What kind of thoughts?" I asked. I rubbed her calf under the table with my toes, caressing up her leg and to her thigh. 

She blushed and squirmed away from my touch. "Sexy thoughts. Different stuff. I don't know. Things I haven't thought about since I was a teenager. It's just weird."

"Do you not like it?"

"No! It's awesome. We haven't been like this since we first got together. I'm excited every time I see you. I'm, like, aware of myself in this new way. And the sex has just been incredible--even you're different. It's like you know what I've always wanted. Don't things seem different to you?"

I thought about how I should answer this. Sometimes having the subconscious dragged into the conscious mind undoes all of the work. I didn't want to do that, but I also didn't want any part of Stephanie being unhappy. "They are different, but they're also better. Maybe that 'sexual peak' that people always talk about is arriving for you. You've lost some weight--I've never seen you look better. Maybe you're feeling sexy and acting like it." I reached across the table and held her hand. I ran my fingers across her palm. I pressed on the inside of her wrist. She still looked uncertain, so I pulled her hand up to my lips and kissed the back of it. Nothing sexy about it, just tenderness. 

"I love you. You do look beautiful," I said. 

"I love you, too. Maybe it's all in my head. It was a lot of wine." She dug back into her grapefruit and I watched her for a little while, the way her hair fell across her face and how her lips twitched when she was thinking hard. 

"What haven't you thought about since you were a teenager?" I asked.

The color rose in her cheeks and she crushed the last wedges of her breakfast. "I'm going to shower." 

"Do you want me to join you?"

"Yes, but you can't. I'll take advantage of you, and you'll never get to work on time." She wiggled her ass at me and turned the corner up the stairs. A few minutes later, I heard the water running. 

That morning when I got to my office I was pleasantly surprised to find an e-mail message from Nicole. I was afraid that my instructions to her to e-mail me a sexy picture when she fantasized about me might be too complicated for her subconscious to process. I was glad I was wrong.

Nicole's a smart woman. The picture didn't reveal her face, just the ends of her hair spilling over her shoulders. She'd posed with her cameraphone on a table. Her thin body was perched on her hands and knees, with one hand buried in a black thong and another cupping one of her small but firm breasts under the cup of a black lace bra. She looked good. The e-mail didn't have any text; it felt like it was done automatically--without thinking. I wouldn't mention it to her, although I spent more time than necessary ogling her perfect skin and tight lines. 

Stephanie was right; hypnotizing her (and her sister) had not only changed them, it had changed me. I was definitely more confident now. The taste of getting what I wanted made me want even more. When I walked around my campus, my eyes lingered on the lithe coeds more than was necessary and maybe appropriate. But another thing happened: the coeds seemed to be noticing me, too. A college campus in summer is slow, but it's not vacant. Young women carry their summer school books pressed to their spaghetti-strapped shirts and short shorts. I could feel their eyes linger on me. I even caught a couple of young things turn to check out my ass as they walked by. I hoped they would enroll in my course for the fall.

I found myself mildly disappointed the next day when I came to work and I didn't have a picture from my sister. I didn't expect one; it had taken some time for Stephanie to work out my instructions. But I'd hoped for something. Nicole clearly had more of an erotic imagination than my wife. Perhaps I shouldn't have instructed her to sleep as soundly as I did. 

Instead I puttered around my mostly-vacant building. The engineering and architecture schools were centered in gleaming new glass-and-metal cathedrals, but my own liberal arts department was secluded in a building nearly as old as the campus itself. It wasn't without its charms, though. The grass around the building was cool in the summer, and students picnicked outside during session. The trees were mature and shaded the grounds, and what the brick and ivy exterior lacked in awesomeness it more than made up for in character and class. 

Since it was the middle of summer, the great majority of my colleagues had either just left or were about to come back from their own travels. I always tried to make the most of this time, so I was doing my own research and settling on materials for the coming fall. Even the secretaries were out. My hallway lights have a motion detector instead of a switch, and I had started to favor working in twilight. 

My phone rang, and I was surprised to see that it was Stephanie.

"I'm afraid that you're on your own for dinner tonight, baby," she said. "Did you have anything special planned?"

A couple of chicken breasts were thawing in the fridge alongside a bottle of white wine. More interestingly, there was a quiver of excitement in her voice. "Nothing that can't keep. Are you going to be out with your boyfriend tonight?" I teased. 

Sometimes you can hear someone's smile through the phone, but I knew that my joke wasn't that funny. "No, I have to stay late at the office."

"Working on a big story?"

"Uh-uh. I'm anchoring the evening news tonight!" She practically screamed it into the handset. It was something that she'd been working toward for the last few years. Even when anchor's desks opened up in smaller markets, she'd stayed on at her station waiting for her chance. 

"Baby, I'm so excited for you! Is this a full-time thing?"

"Not yet. That bitch Cindy got drunk at lunch and fell into a planter in the parking lot. She has a huge welt across her face. Anyway, I'm going to be doing five, six, and ten, so don't hold anything for me."

"All right, honey. I love you and I'm so proud of you. You sound a little nervous. Where are you?"

"I'm at home picking up some clothes. Are you still at work?"

"Yeah, just reading through some things. I'll be here a while and maybe I'll get some dinner out here before I head back. Take some time to relax or you'll be a live wire when the cameras come on. I know you'll do great. Love you."

"I love you, too." And then she hung up. 

I leaned back in my chair for a little while and let myself feel excited for my wife. Tonight could be her big break. Local anchors got "Wally Pipped" all the time when they had to take a night off. Stephanie had done a bunch of awful weekend fill-ins over the last couple of years so that she'd be ready when this chance arrived. 

I did a little busywork at my desk--shifting papers around, mostly. I wasn't looking busy for anyone. I thought that I might need to dust the bookshelves on my office walls before the new school year. While I stared out my window daydreaming about my wife's raised profile and hopefully boosted paycheck, a new e-mail appeared in my inbox. Usually I ignored it, but this one was from Stephanie's sister Nicole and carried the telltale paperclip that indicated an attachment. 

Again the e-mail was bereft of text, but it wasn't bereft of content. The picture had been taken in what was clearly the stall of an office restroom. She'd positioned her camera phone over he shoulder and her top was unbuttoned. Beneath the tops of her breasts she showed her splayed legs with her hand buried in her pussy. Her feet pushed the doors of the stall closed. Apparently she was getting daring pretty quickly, and she was pretty bored at work during the day. 

I must've been staring pretty intently at the curve of my sister's thighs a, because I didn't hear the soft ping of the elevator when it stopped on my floor. Nor did I hear the the hallway lights hum to life. And I didn't hear the puddling of a trench coat in the hallway. It was only when I heard the click of footsteps approaching my doorway that I clicked my e-mail window closed and tried to adjust the bulge I had been nurturing in my pants. 

"Excuse me, Professor?" It was Stephanie's voice. I flipped off my monitor. 

"Steph? What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the way to the studio?" And then I turned in my chair. 

My wife is 30 but usually can pass for 25. As she stood in front of me, she looked 19. She was impossible to take in all at once. Her auburn hair was tied up in pigtails with red ribbon. She wore a tailored white dress shirt maybe a half-size too small with cuffs above her elbows. Her breasts spilled out from the three buttons she'd left carelessly undone. The red lace of her bra mocked decency. She wore a crimson and green tartan skirt whose pleats ended at the hemline above her mid-thigh. She had white, knee-high socks under her patent leather Mary Janes with three-inch heels. She looked like every sixteen-year-old's fantasy. And she was standing in my office.

"Professor, I'm not sure you remember me, but I was in your class last Spring." 

I stood up to stand in front of her. She looked up at me through the open doorway. If she wanted to play act a little bit, I wasn't going to stop her. Not when she was looking like this. "I think I remember you. Didn't you sit in the back of the class? When you were there?"

"Yeah... I'm sorry about that. I just had so much going on with my sorority this semester. I'm really sorry. This was the first class that I ever failed." As she talked she played with the fine gold chain around her neck. She looked into my eyes and while her expression was pure innocence, her intentions were clearly anything but.

"Well, I hope you learned a lesson." I wasn't sure what exactly she was looking for, but she definitely wanted me to play along. "I've already turned in grades, but there is a process for changing grades that are in error or for students who do extra work." She gave me the slightest nod. I had the right track. "Do you have a project in mind? You were very far... behind."

"Oh, I know I was behind. I'll do whatever I can to catch up. Oops." She ostentatiously rolled a pen off my desk and onto the floor behind her. She turned on her heels and bent over at her waist. While she reached out her arm for the pencil, she leaned her ass directly into my now raging hard-on, contained only by my slacks and boxer briefs. 

As easily as one heartbeat follows another I rested my hands on either side of my wife-student's hips. When she pressed back into me, she moved her hips down, and up when I pushed back into her. She followed the ridge of my cock as she moved, the palms of her hands pressed into the floor. One of them had finally grasped the errant ballpoint. I ran my hands under the hemline of the skirt and found a pair of red lace panties. I gave my member a little relief and inserted my hand between us. I rested my fingers along the cleft of her pussy. 

Stephanie was sopping wet. She must have been thinking about this for hours, getting herself worked up since we talked on the phone, at least. "Mmm... Professor. I can't tell you how much I want... need this grade. Is there anything we can do to take care of this today? I'm really busy and so close... to graduating." 

I pressed my hands into her sides and straightened her up. She leaned the weight of her body back into mine and continued to grind her hips into my dick. She was teasing me, but her skin was also hot against my face. 

I sat her up on my desk and moved to close the door. She reached out and stopped it halfway. "Leave it open," she whispered into my ear, biting my earlobe. I swung it lightly so that a gap remained. The hallway light blinkered off. 

I leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth was already open, hot and wet. I pulled my hands from her thighs and unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse--it was already halfway undone. I slid my hand between the red lace of her bra and her fair skin. Her nipple hardened immediately under my touch. 

She sucked on my tongue and groaned lightly as I played with her nipple and tried to press my body closer against hers. She ran her fingers under the fabric of my shirt and the waistband of my pants. She cupped her palm against my crotch and scratched her fingers along the outline of my cock. She squeezed the head lightly. 

I kissed down her neck. Her skin was moist and fragrant with her desire. I pulled her ass to the edge of my desk. Her bra unhooked at the front. "You're a slutty little student, aren't you? You knew what you were doing coming in here." I unhooked it with my teeth and sucked a nipple into my mouth, rubbing around the edges of the other with one hand. 

"Yes... yes," Stephanie said. I wasn't sure whether she was agreeing with me or just responding to my ministrations. I placed my hands on the sides of her ribs and arched her back to me. Her skin was hot in my mouth and I knew that she wouldn't be able to wait long for some relief. 

I kissed her stomach and finally hooked my fingers under the waistband of her red lace panties. She leaned back and let me pull them off her outstretched legs.

"Yes... please..." my wife said. She spread her legs around my shoulders. I got down on my knees. She was ready to go. I didn't want to fuck her when she was this close to orgasm. I knelt in front of her and pulled her to the very edge of my desk. "Oh, God," she said. She kicked her legs over my shoulders. 

I lifted up the pleated hem of her skirt and nestled my face between her thighs. If Stephanie's skin was hot, her pussy was scorching. I licked along the cleft of her shaved pussy. There wasn't a prickle on it. I felt the heels of her shoes dig into my back. Her hands clutched at my hair. 

I felt her scoot herself further forward and she spread her knees apart to give me access. She smelled hot and dark and sexy. I ran the tip of my tongue from the bottom of her labia to the top, listening to her heavy breathing above me. 

"Fuck me," she said. "I'm ready for you. I'm so hot."

I moved back slightly from her pussy. I spoke into it. "No." I continued teasing her. Her heels felt like daggers against my back. She was grabbing fistfuls of my hair. Her hands pushed my face into her pussy. 

I always wondered if women could understand what I say when I write on their clits. Not consciously, but subconsciously. Even if they do, I now had a much more direct line to my wife's subconscious, so I didn't really worry about it. 

I-A-M-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-R-A-S-S-H-O-L-E, I carved into her clit with the tip of my tongue. I licked her pussy again. Almost like a return key.

"Ugh..." my wife groaned.

I-A-M-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-R-S-I-S-T-E-R, I wrote. Her knees tried to clench around my head. I pulled them apart with my hands. 

"Oh, God..." she moaned.

A-N-D-Y-O-U-A-R-E-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-A-S-K-M-E-T-O-D-O-B-O-T-H-T-O-O, I finally wrote.

"Yes! Please!" She dug into my scalp with her nails. It was starting to hurt. 

Finally I drove my tongue deep into her. I worked it up and around Stephanie's most sensitive places. I knew I hit her G-spot when I felt her fingernails clench into my scalp. I rubbed my nose against her clit and her entire body went rigid. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm cumming!" she moaned. I worried about the open door, but I couldn't even see whether the hallway outside my office was lit with my face buried in my wife's snatch. I could barely breathe. 

When I was on the edge of passing out, her entire body went slack. Papers spilled over the front of my desk onto the floor. My wife isn't a squirter, but when her thighs released the sides of my face, I was soaked. I kissed the insides of her legs and ran my tongue over her stomach and between her breasts. Finally I kissed her on the mouth. She'd never let me kiss her after the few occasions that she'd let me go down on her. 

She didn't recoil. In fact, she pulled me deeper into her. Her fingers pulled on my neck and lifted her body back into mine. The edges of her nails pressed into my spine. She moaned lightly; her tongue broke our lips' seal and licked along the corners of my mouth. I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. 

"No, please," she said. She wrapped her fingers around my wrist and pulled my hand up to her face. "Just give me a minute. I'm so sensitive." She was short of breath still from her orgasm and our kiss. Her lips were glossy with her cum. 

"Do all women taste this good?" Steph asked. She sucked my fingers into her mouth and closed her eyes while she ran her tongue around each fingertip and down the cleft between. She opened her eyes narrowly and found mine. "Mmm..."

"Some not as sweet, some a little more spicy, but I've never found a woman who tastes better." I pulled my fingers out of my wife's mouth and put my lips back to hers. I pulled back on her pig tails and nibbled down her neck and into her collar. Again she fumbled at my belt buckle and along the waistband of my pants. 

"Have you ever fucked a student? Is this the first 'extra credit' you've ever given?" she whispered into my ear. 

I caught my breath. Stephanie probably thought it was because she'd finally opened my pants and was clawing at my rock-hard cock. I wasn't sure if we were still playing--whether she wanted an honest answer. This wasn't my pent-up, repressed wife of just a few weeks ago; this was a woman who dressed like an anime character to surprise me in my office. I decided that I'd tell her the truth. I could always put in into a trance and get her to forget it if she objected. 

"Just once before," I said. Her hands were under my shirt, clawing at my chest. Her nails dug deeper into my skin. 




A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 05



She bit my ear, licking the bottom of my earlobe as she let go. "What happened? What was her name?" She kissed down my neck. 

"Her name was Greyson. This was a few years ago." My wife pushed me back into my chair, and followed me. She continued kissing and licking at my neck. Then started pulling the buttons of my dress shirt open with her teeth. 

"Tell me. Did she look like this?"

"No. Nothing like you. She was a good student. Kind of a mousy thing--brown hair cut to her shoulders, brown horn-rimmed glasses. She had these crazy green eyes. She sat at the front of the class, she listened, and she was getting a good grade."

Stephanie was on her knees in front of me. Her hair was beginning to fall out of the pigtails and fell in tendrils around her face. "She was the teacher's pet, huh?" she rasped. She dug into the fly of my underwear and gripped my cock in a light fist. 

"No... not exactly. She had an 'A' going into final exams, and then totally fell off the map. Didn't turn in a final paper and absolutely flunked the final exam. He grade fell to a C-minus before she came to my office." 

Steph finally coaxed my dick out of my pants and was rubbing along the shaft. Her mouth hovered over the head, just flicking the very tip as she looked up at me. 

"She came to my office a few times that term, but this time she was--I don't know--serious. She wouldn't tell me what happened, just that some things came up. She got suddenly really busy with her sorority or something. She said that she really needed an 'A' in my class to graduate on time. That she was willing to do anything to make sure that she got the grade she needed."

Stephanie finally closed her eyes and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it. The sudden warmth of it and her breath along my shaft temporarily took my breath away. 

"She told me her little sob story and I said that there wasn't much I could do. This was the grade she had earned. She stood up to leave and I stood up to say goodbye to her. She came around my desk and stood in front of me. I remember so clearly what she was wearing: just a white t-shirt and some faded jeans with some white canvas shoes. The jeans had holes in the knees, but not the kind that someone makes in a factory. The kind that are comfortable after years of wearing them. The only thing that was different about her that day was that she had a black bra on underneath the t-shirt, and I could see the outline of her little breasts. Oh, God, honey." 

Stephanie had completely swallowed me. Her lips sucked the bottom of my shaft. She ran her tongue down the bottom of my cock, and then cuved around the sides. I looked down at her. One of her hands cupped my balls, but the other one was buried between her legs. 

"I reached out to shake her hand and wish her well, but instead taking it, she closed the door to my office, then got down on her knees in front of me. I tried to say something, but I was completely... mmm... dumbstruck. She unzipped my pants and reached inside and pulled out my cock. If I wasn't hard when she reached inside, I was when she pulled me out. She took my directly into her mouth. She didn't even... ah... yes... she didn't even jerk me off a little bit. I stood there in the middle of my office, and Greyson was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. She folded her hands behind her back and started fucking me with her face." I looked down at Stephanie. To her credit, she hadn't moved to mimic whatever I was telling her Greyson had done. She was completely confident in her own abilities. She didn't look up at me. She bobbed on my dick and fingered herself while listening closely. I could feel her moaning very quietly as I talked. 

"The only time we touched was when her lips wrapped around my cock and sometimes her nose nestled in my pubic hair. I was incredibly... oh... excited, but also terrified about what was happening. Somehow my fear of getting caught or in trouble increased the power of what was happening. Greyson knew what she was doing--she must've been very popular with the fraternity boys. 

"Whenever I was tempted to grab her hair and get her moving faster, she seemed to know what I wanted and sucked harder or went faster, always while maintaining... er, yes... perfect balance on her knees. Her toes were tucked under he heels. 

"Finally I said, 'Greyson, I'm going to come,' and for the first time she opened her eyes and looked right up at me. That sent me completely over the edge--actually seeing this student, this girl, impaling herself on my cock. She didn't blink when I came. She slid her mouth back to the tip and took every drop. She sucked everything out with her hands still clasped behind her... her... oh, Steph... her back. When I'd gone soft under her tongue she released me and stood up. She slung her book bag over her back and said, 'I hope you change your mind.' Then she opened the door and walked out. I gave that girl the 'A' she completely deserved." 

My wife popped my dick out of her mouth and looked back up at me. There was desperation in her eyes. Her breathing was ragged. "Baby, I need you to fuck me. Please."

"Come here, Stephanie." I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up. I kissed her on the mouth and pulled her into my lap. She spread her legs on either side of my chair. My cock easily found its way into my wife's sopping wet pussy. She bent her knees and ground herself into my cock. I ran my fingers through her hair and pushed her down into me. Pushed her deeper into me. 

"Oh, God. You're so big. I'll never get used to you," she said. She rode herself into me. I pushed my hips back into her, grinding my pelvis into her clit. Our bodies quickly found a comfortable rhythm. I took one of her breasts into my mouth, and pressed my palms into her sides. She ran her hands through my hair. I could feel the growing climax in her motions--her desperation for release. 

I lifted her hips off me. "Turn around," I said. 

"No, please. Baby, I'm almost there," my wife said. Tears were forming at the corners of her eyes from her need to release.

I pulled myself out of her. My body protested. I nearly shivered as my cock slid out of the hot dampness of my wife's pussy. 

"Turn around. Bend over the desk." 

She did as I told her. She pressed her hands into the desk and laid her face across my desk calendar. She watched me as I entered back into her. She breathed sharply as I impaled her on my cock. She pushed her hips back into me, meeting my every thrust. I rubbed down her back and over her sides. Her skin was always so soft and smooth, but now it was hot and damp from the effort of our fucking. 

"Baby," she said, pushing back into my thrusts. "Baby.. please..." She closed her eyes with the effort of her coming orgasm. I could feel her muscles flexing under my hands, her tension before the relase. Her knuckles pressed white into the desktop below her.

"You're such a filthy slut, Stephanie. You came here to get fucked, didn't you? You came here so that I could fill you up with my cum." I could feel my own orgasm building up inside me. I wanted to come with my wife. She felt like she was holding back. 

"Please... baby..." she panted into the desktop. Her eyes squeezed shut. "Please... put your finger in my ass... I want you to fill me up...." She turned face-down into the desk, and pushed her entire body back to meet me. I pounded into her. I knew that she already was going to be sore in the morning. 

I licked my index finger. I didn't want to hurt her, but I could feel my own balls beginning to churn with the idea of my wife asking me to violate her like this. I wasn't going to hold back from her. I ran my finger around the edge of her dark pucker. I pressed gently with my fingertip. 

"Oh, God... baby... please... let me come... put it in me... I need it..."

She lifted her hips even away from my pumping cock and into my finger. Finally I pushed it into her. The first knuckle went in, and the second followed fairly quickly. I could feel my cock pulsing into her body through my finger. 

That was all she needed. "Oh... oh... don't... please... ah..." She said. Her ass clenched around my finger at the same time her pussy clenched around my cock. 

That was all I needed. I came desperately and completely into her hot, wet pussy. I didn't know how long I pumped into her, but when I regained any control, I was collapsed on top of my wife, my softening member still buried inside her. 

Stephanie turned and kissed me on the cheek. "There are people out there who need to know the events of the day." She started to stand up and I popped out of her. 

"Mmmm... I think that this should make the top stories," I said. 

"Maybe." She grinned. She kissed me deeply. Her mouth still tasted like her pussy juices and my cock. "I was trying to get ready for tonight's broadcast and all I could think about was reading the news with your cum dripping down my thigh." She kissed me again. She turned back to the desk and re-clasped her bra and started buttoning her shirt. 

As Steph composed herself I saw her purse sitting open on my desk. I watched her bend under my desk to pick up her panties. "I hope you brought something a little more professional to wear to the studio," I said. I plucked her keys out of her purse. 

Her voice came out from under the desk. "Yes... I have a perfectly asexual pantsuit in the car. I'll look like Hillary Clinton when I show up on set." She located her panties and stepped into them, her back still turned to me. 

I tossed her keys casually back into her purse. "Well, I hope you have a better plan than that, or you're never going to get Cindy's job." 

"Don't worry," my wife said. She re-tied her shirt and smoothed the pleats of her skirt. "The blouse that I have for on-air has a DEEPLY plunging neckline. Poor Cindy doesn't stand a chance." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. 

Our tongues explored one another. Her breath was hot against my face. I rubbed her breasts and felt her nipples tighten under my fingertips. 

"Mmm... you still taste like me," she said. "I have to go. I love you."

"Break a leg. I love you, too," I said. She walked out of my office, collecting her trench coat in the hallway as she left. I listened as the doors of the elevator pinged open and then shushed closed. 

As I turned the monitor of my computer back on, I slipped the key to my sister Nicole's house into my pocket.



A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 06



I didn't have a plan as I drove to my sister's house, but I did have a key. 

Two days before I had hypnotized my wife's sister to help her find a way to relax and sleep through the night. Since then she'd been sending me sexy photos of herself, following a post-hypnotic suggestion I'd given her. My wife Stephanie was anchoring the local evening news, so I was a bachelor that night. I picked up some very spicy Thai take-out to bring over to Nicole's house; that was her favorite, and there was a great place nearby I knew would knock her socks off. I hoped that I might be able to knock off something a little more revealing after dinner.

Nicole lives alone in an enormous house. She makes good money in the tech sector and looked at the house as an investment when she bought it. She installed all the bells and whistles: stainless steel appliances, high-grade sinks and counters, ceramic cooktop. This despite the fact that she eats cheap Mexican drive-thru four nights a week and the most complicated meal that she cooks is macaroni and cheese. The house has four bedrooms: three upstairs, and the master bedroom is downstairs just off the living room. 

My sister hates to have guests over or entertain; as far as my wife and I know the only times that Nicole gets out of the house are when she comes over to our place every couple of weeks to have dinner and some conversation. That conversation is usually about the people at work whom she hates, the job she doesn't find fulfilling, and all of the awful things going on in the news, on television, and at the movies. She's not exactly a peach to hang around. 

Except that she's incredibly hot. I wasn't thinking about her backhanded compliments or her nasty disposition as I pulled into her driveway; I was thinking about her flat stomach and long, lean legs. 

I wanted to make sure that all of my post-hypnotic suggestions had taken hold, and since I had the night free, I took the opportunity to find out. I unlocked her front door and found all of the lights on, but no one seemed at home. I peeked into Nicole's room and heard the shower running through the bathroom door. Inside the doorway sat an armful of bags from a high-end lingerie boutique downtown near Nicole's office. Tissue paper gushed teasingly from the openings of the bags. I wanted to peek inside, but the water in the bathroom turned off, and I fled the room.

While she was hypnotized, I had suggested to Nicole that she should stop wearing exclusively thong underwear, as she'd done for as long as I'd known her. I checked that box off my list of changes that she'd made.

I went into the kitchen, set the table for two, and plated dinner. Everything was still very hot and smelled spicy and delicious. At the same time, I pulled a bottle of white wine from Nicole's well-stocked wine rack and began flash chilling it in ice water.

"Hello? Is somebody here?" Nicole called from her room. 

I knew that she'd be able to hear me puttering around in her kitchen. I wanted to surprise her, not throw her into a panic. "Hey, Nicole. It's me. Your sister abandoned me to my own devices. I hoped that you could keep me company. I brought dinner. The wine'll be chilled in just a minute."

She slammed the door to her bedroom and pounded barefoot into the kitchen. "What the fuck? How did you even get in here? Thanks for dinner, but you can't just come over unin--"

She stopped suddenly in the doorway. My sister usually wears her hair straight. She spends hours pressing it with a flat iron. Right out of the shower, though, her dark brown hair curled tight and damp, framing her face. She wore a pink silk robe that hemmed teasingly at the middle of her thighs, and the backlighting from the living room revealed that she wore nothing underneath. 

When Nicole's eyes met mine, she smiled. 

A smile is a powerful thing. Research shows that when someone smiles--even when that smile is forced--their brain releases a powerful mood enhancer. If a person fake smiles enough, they become actually happy and begin to smile like they mean it. I'd given Nicole a post-hypnotic suggestion that she should smile whenever she looks at someone. Another check mark that my sister had been a very good subject. 

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't call ahead. I just found out, and I didn't want to go home to an empty house. I have a hot meal and some chilled wine. Let's eat, and then you can throw me out of here. I'll try and remember what it's like to be a bachelor." She was still smiling dumbly at me, so I smiled back at her. 

"Um... yeah. Okay. Is that Thai curry?" She sat down at the table. She tucked the hem of her robe underneath her when she sat, but the fold opened, exposing the length of her inner thigh. Following my eyes, she quickly unfolded her napkin into her lap. I poured her a full glass of the wine. 

"You have to drink most of this, because you're the one who doesn't have to drive home," I said. 

"I have to drink most of this because it's my wine," she said. She took a deep draw from the glass and swished the wine around her mouth before swallowing. "I like this one--not too sweet." She cracked open her chopsticks and dug in. 

We chatted amiably enough through dinner. She talked about her work and her week, and I barely listened. She said something about how the barista at her local coffee shop was suddenly flirting with her, and that a co-worker had asked her out for drinks. 

"Mmm?" I said. "It's always nice to get some nibbles, right? Are you going to go?" 

"Me? Oh, no!" She said, dabbing some curry from the corner of her mouth with her napkin. "I'm kind of--I don't know--" she looked off into an empty corner of the dining room, "--obsessed with someone right now?" She crushed her napkin under her hand, and my eyes wandered from hers down to the inside of her leg. "I don't want to talk about it." I looked back up at her face and she was smiling again. A real smile this time.

"And how have you been sleeping?" After the tidbits that she'd revealed so far this evening, I knew what the answer was going to be. Her persistent insomnia was the whole reason she allowed me to hypnotize her in the first place.

"Oh, my god." She grabbed my wrist just as I was folding noodles into my mouth. "I'm sleeping like a log. Like a child. I can't remember the last time I've felt this rested." She released my hand and took up her chopsticks. She speared a prawn and brought it to her mouth. As she folded her tongue over it, a smear of sauce pressed against her cheek. "I'm sorry. I eat like a pig," she said. Nicole reached for her napkin again.

"No, let me get it." I reached across the table and wiped the sauce off her face with the meat of my thumb. I cupped my fingers under her chin as I wiped it away. I felt the muscles in her neck tense. She was instinctively pulling away; she didn't really like to be touched. 

I held her face in my hand. We looked at each other. I pressed my thumb against her lips. She pursed them tight against the gentle pressure. She leaned away from me a bit more. I pushed my thumb harder against her mouth, pulling her back to me with my hand against her neck. 

It felt like when a rubber band snaps. Like when a balloon pops. Like when something is taut with strain and pressure and then suddenly breaks, and becomes completely relaxed. Her body strained against my touch one last time, then her lips parted and she took my thumb into her mouth. 

She licked the sauce off with a quick flick along the pad of my thumb. Then she ran her tongue all around the tip. Nicole's eyes closed and shoulders slumped. She licked lightly on the tip of my thumb and then plunged it into her mouth until her lips kissed the meat of my hand. She sucked deeply and circled her tongue around my thumb as she withdrew it from her mouth. With a pop she broke the suction against my digit and let go. 

Nicole raised her eyes to me. "So. What do we do next?" 

"Dishes, I'm afraid. I'll wash, you dry." 

"Fine."

She took both of the plates to the sink and turned on the water. I let it run until the sink filled with steam and poured detergent onto the sponge. Nicole took a fresh linen towel from one of her cabinets and stood next to me. Her hair was almost dry, but I could smell the herbal fragrance of her expensive shampoo. I felt the warm, smooth skin of her leg against mine as I scrubbed the plates and glasses and silverware, handing each one over to my sister in turn. I let her pull the items away from me; the objects completing the connection between us like a circuit. We quickly finished and I turned off the water. She set the last plate into the drying rack. 

"You're not going home already, are you?" 

"I don't have to." The entire kitchen was empty, and we faced each other in front of the sink. The fronts of our bodies almost touched, but not quite. 

"The wine isn't even gone. You have to finish the bottle. If I do it, I'll start making bad decisions." She said this, then took another deep draught. She refilled her glass and looked up at me through hooded eyes. It had been a long time since I really flirted. 

"I shouldn't, but I also have no one to go home to," I said. I topped off my own glass, which I'd barely touched. "I saw the bags in your room. Did you go shopping?"

Nicole blushed a little. The color in her cheeks was something I'd never seen before. "Um... yeah. I spent way too much money on nonsense. I couldn't even tell you why I did it." 

"Let me see. You can always take them back if they don't flatter you." 

"No. I couldn't. Stephanie would kill me." She pressed her hand against my chest. She'd made no motion to flee. If anything, she'd inched closer to me. I smelled her floral perfume wafting from the center of her chest. 

"C'mon. I've seen you in your swimsuit. How bad could it be?"

"It depends on what I try on for you." She smiled. The knot on her robe was loosening. She tugged it tight around her waist. 

"Fine. Strip club rules. Watching only--no touching."

"Okay. Strip club rules. If you touch me, I'm calling the bouncer." Nicole spun on her heels and shouldered against me out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. I put the dishes from the drying rack back into the cabinets and listened to her rustle through the bags, tissue paper tumbling to her bedroom floor. "Sit on the couch. Strip club rules." 

I sat down on the black leather couch of my wife's sister and waited for her to emerge from her bedroom. She didn't take long.

Nicole walked out in bare feet, still wearing her bathrobe cinched tight around her waist. She stood in front of me and untied the cord, revealing an emerald bra and panty set. It wasn't anything particularly daring, or even nice. What it did do, though, is highlight the porcelain perfection of my sister's skin. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me. 

"Well? What do you think?"

"It's fine. Quite nice. It's a great color on you." I shrugged my shoulders. "I hope you didn't pay more than seventy-five bucks for it." 

"Are you kidding?" She tossed her head back. "This cost two hundred dollars. Here--look at the back." She slipped her robe off her shoulders and turned around. The back side of the bra and panties were fine lace. Nicole had little dimples in the small of her back that I'd never noticed before. I felt a twitch in my pants. 

"Oh... that's much better. See? You just needed a little showmanship."

She turned back around and smiled. "Don't think I don't see what you're doing. Jesus, this floor's cold." She turned the ball of her foot against the tile like she was crushing a cigarette. "I'm going to put on some shoes." 

"You should leave the robe," I said. 

She smiled at me over her shoulder as she moved back toward her room. "You're not the boss of me," she said. But she slipped the robe off her shoulders, then her elbows, then her wrists and it puddled on the floor behind her. I was left with the image of her dimpled back and lacy backside as she closed the door. 

I had another sip of wine and slouched into the hard padding of the couch. I was getting hard and adjusted myself so it might not be so obvious, although I was certain that Nicole wouldn't care. Music came muffled from underneath Nicole's bedroom door. Some soft background music but with a beat to let me know she meant business. Her shadow moved back and forth under the threshold. She turned the lights down in her room. 

"Are you ready?"

"I'm getting bored. This club stinks. What does a guy have to do to get some attention?"

My sister clucked her tongue and walked out. Her ensemble left little to the imagination. The slightly darker tone of her areolas slivered over the white lace of her demi-bra. The bottoms were entirely lace, cut in the boy-short style, accentuating the curve and lift of her ass. Or maybe it was the white, patent leather heels accentuating her legs and ass. I knew Nicole collected shoes, but these were completely impractical: open-toed with five-inch heels. 

I could tell she wished she still had her robe--she didn't know what to do with her hands. She clutched them on the back of her neck. She folded them over her chest, then rested them on her hips. Eventually she let them swing at her sides as she vamped over to me. She swished her hips across the living room and stood in front of me. 

One leg she kept straight and the other she bent to the toe. The music was louder now with the bedroom door open. "So..." she said.

"So... yeah," I said.

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, big guy," she said. She leaned over and raised my jaw, which had somehow dropped. Her hair brushed against my face. "What do you think?"

"Well, I like the shoes..." I replied. I leaned back on the couch. "I don't know about the outfit. I feel like I need to see more of it." 

"C'mon." She stood up and spun on her heels. She tousled her hair with her hands and pushed her ass out into my face. "You really don't like it?"

I produced a dollar from my pocket. "Strip club rules," I said. I tucked the bill into the waistband of the panties. "If you want more, you're going to have to actually dance." I couldn't be sure, but I thought I could smell more than perfume. 

"Mmm..." Nicole said. She waved her behind in my face to the beat of the music. She stepped back and turned toward me. She reached above her head and twisted to the music, her eyes closed. Her breasts were smaller than her sister's, but they were still so high and firm. Her stomach was flat and toned. She dipped her body, spreading her legs and writhing to the beat. She rested her hands on my knees as she pushed herself up. The song ended. "Want a dance, mister?" she asked as the next song queued up. 

I picked a twenty-dollar bill out of my pocket and rested it on the arm of the couch. "Just one – because it's slow tonight." I slouched into the back of the couch and didn't bother trying to hide my increasing erection. 

My sister leaned her back into me. She smelled like sweat and expensive soap and more expensive shampoo. She leaned up and pressed her hands into her knees and ground her ass into my hard-on to the insistent beat of the music from her bedroom. She turned around and grasped my face in both of her hands and pulled me toward her. I could hear her panting over the music as she pressed my face into her skin. Her body was hot. The song ended, and she swiped the twenty-dollar bill from the arm of the couch. She retreated back to her bedroom, pushing the door behind her. It didn't close completely. 

I didn't know what to do. For one, I was running out of cash. I didn't know if this was the kind of place that had an ATM. I pulled out another twenty and folded it lengthwise between my fingers. The softness of her skin echoed on the tips of my fingers, contrasting with the crispness of the bill. 

I spent a few moments twiddling my thumbs before I decided to investigate further. The music had stopped and the house was quiet. I went to Nicole's door and peeked around the edge.

"Strip club rules," she purred. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror on the opposite wall, watching me over the shoulder of her reflection. "You're not allowed in the dressing room." 

Her forearm draped across her chest. He back was bare. Her panties were high-waisted and complimented her every curve. They were a deep red. 

"This is the dressing room? I'm pretty sure this is the V.I.P. area." 

"Is that right?"

"It is. Besides, the music stopped. I thought the deejay might be here." I walked over to her stereo and fingered through her digital library. She had an impressive collection. I touched a file, and the first notes filled the room.

Nicole spun around on her toes, which now perched above black platform heels that — if her white shoes were impractical, these were hazardous.

"Really? Def Leppard?" she said. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and across her eyes. She brushed it out. 

"I'm just impressed you have this on here." I flicked my finger again and turned on a playlist of slow jams. 

My sister walked over to me, never taking her eyes off mine. Whether it was intentional or a result of the shoes, she crossed her feet as she walked. Her hips swung. "So," she said, tilting her head to draw my eyes up from her body. "What are the rules in the V.I.P. room?"

"Usually?" I took a half step toward her and placed my hand against the warm flesh of her side. "Whatever the bouncer will let you get away with." 

Nicole spun away from my hand. "Well, then." She leaned back against the door. It latched quietly behind her. "Have a seat."

I sat down on the bed; she stalked over to me. Quickly--so I couldn't see anything--she moved her hands over her breasts. Her tongue flickered across her lips. Her bed was laid with black satin sheets. The bed looked messy, but intentionally so, not like it hadn't been slept in and unmade. Sitting wasn't a particularly comfortable position to be in. 

"Now, get comfortable." She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned over me. "I think the bouncer has the night off." She started to sway her hips with purpose, to the rhythm of the music. "It's just the two of us." Her breath smelled like wine and desire. 

My sister weaved in front of me, her eyes closed, making the transition from thinking about what she was doing to feeling the moment. She stepped in to me, her waist in front of my face. Her torso misted with her effort. A dark wet patch had formed on the gusset of her brand new underclothes. She rubbed her smallish breasts over my face, pushing each of her nipples against my lips. I resisted the urge to take them into my mouth, instead pressing my hands into the soft flesh of Nicole's sides.

She took this as a signal to continue. She swiveled down in one smooth motion to her needs, and nestled her face in my aching groin. With her mouth and nose, she rooted until she found the length of my shaft. She spread my knees and scratched lightly along the inside of my thighs. 

She looked up at me, locking eyes. Through my pants, she wrapped her lips around my cock and buzzed. The feeling was like a thunderbolt up my back into my brain. Instinctively, I pressed the back of her head harder against me. I felt a different pressure of her tongue pressing along my length. All the while looking into deep brown eyes--looking overcome with wanting and passion. 

Nicole pushed herself up under my hand until her face was just below mine. She spoke in a whisper: "Fuck me."

"I can't."

She pushed me back until I was lying flat on her bed. She climbed up my body until her soaking pussy was aligned directly over my rock-hard cock. She dug her fingernails across my chest. She ground her body into mine. I felt like I was going to burst out of my pants and slide directly into her. Her voice, barely above a whisper: "Kiss me."




A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 06



I grabbed her wrists. "No."

The tension built in her as she ground her body against mine. She closed her eyes and pushed her hands back into me. She leveraged her body into me. Her hair curled again with the moisture of her work and pleasure. I felt her along every inch of me as she took what she needed. 

She didn't need much. She pressed her eyes tightly closed and gently bit her lower lip. Small groans escaped her mouth as she concentrated on rubbing her clit against me. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck, yes." 

She quickly came. Her body tensed on top of me, her thighs squeezing the breath out of me. She collapsed onto her elbows, eventually releasing me and rolling down onto the bed next to me. "Oh my god," she said, between short gasps of breath. "Oh my god."

"Yeah," I dumbly agreed. My body still retained the sexual charge without any of the release Nicole had just felt. I rubbed my thigh and it was damp with my sister's juices.

She covered her mouth with her hands. This time, at a different register: "Oh my god." 

A surge of panic knifed through my chest. It occurred to me that my sister had just dry-humped her way to orgasm on my cock. After stripping for me and wrapping her lips around my dick through my pants. 

"Oh. My. God." She balled her fists into the satin sheets.

"Sleep, Cosette," I said. Nicole collapsed into her relaxed trance state. All of my post-hypnotic suggestions had held. "Nikki, when I say 'go,' I want you to sit up and open your eyes. When I do, you'll stay in your trance state. Do you understand?"

Whether it was because of her trance state or because she was still recovering from her orgasm, she replied dreamily, sighing, "Yes, master."

"Go."

She sat up and opened her eyes. She slipped off her platform heels and they chunked to the floor. She folded her legs under her and looked at me. There was something in her eyes that I couldn't quite identify.

"I want you to be honest with me. How are you feeling?" I was nervous about her answer; I wasn't sure what damage control I might be able to perform.

"Amazing. That was so hot." She was practically vibrating with excitement. 

"Hm. Do you have any other feelings?" 

"Not really. I'm a little more jealous of Steph, if this is what she gets to come home to every night. In a way, I feel closer to her than ever before. Now we have this is common, too." 

Interesting. Still, there was something else about the way she was looking at me.

"Is that all?" 

"No, master. I'm disappointed."

"Why?"

"You're holding out on me. I want you to come — on me or in me, I don't care. I don't want you to leave here unless you're feeling as good as I am right now." Another smile — a genuine one.

"You understand why I can't fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes, master. But maybe..." she reached her hands out and started undoing my belt. After she'd unbuckled me, she unbuttoned my pants and slid down my zipper with one hand while running her fingers along my still-hard shaft with the other. I understood that the feeling in her eyes was hunger.

"Stop, Nicole. That's not the way this works." She sat back in as much of a pout as you can have when you're more than half naked. 

"Master, can I ask you something else?"

"What?"

"Will you let me remember tonight? I don't want it to be a dream." 

"Well, Nicole, that depends," I said, standing up and letting my pants fall to my ankles. The hunger in her eyes intensified. I lowered my underwear. My dick stood out between the tails of my dress shirt. 

Instinctively, my sister reached toward it with her hands and her mouth, "Oh, master, please," she said.

I swatted her away, gently, playfully. "It depends on how well you can listen. Now sit back." 

She folded her hands in her lap, over her soaked panties. Her eyes moved between my own and the end of my cock. The tip of her tongue peaked out between her lips. 

While she watched, I started stroking my cock. I'd jerked off in front of my sister before, but she was in a trance imagining me fucking her. When I think about it, this wasn't that different--now she was in a trance, imagining me fucking her, but she's also watching me rub myself off right in front of her. 

Even though I'd come that afternoon, it felt amazing to be rubbing my cock right in front of Nicole. She rubbed her hands together in her lap, stroking her thighs because her pussy was still too sensitive to touch. I could feel my own orgasm building deep within my balls; this wasn't going to take long.

With one hand on my member, I caressed Nicole's jawline with the other, rubbed her cheek. I placed my thumb on her lips and this time she sucked it in eagerly – without hesitation. As she moved her lips down to the second knuckle, flicking her tongue along every millimeter, I moved closer to her. She locked eyes with me as I brushed the tip of my cock against her cheek.

"You can touch my balls," I said. She closed her eyes and moaned. She sat up on her knees and reached up, supporting and kneading them. She reached a finger behind my balls and gently pressed her fingernail into the sensitive skin, sending a shiver up my back. 

As my sister massaged my nuts, I pulled my thumb out of her mouth. She smacked her lips on the tip and locked eyes with me. With my free hand, I ran my hands through her hair. She sat obediently while I rubbed my cock on her face with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other. The only cue to her desire for more was the look of yearning in her eyes.

"You can touch it." I released my cock as her hand eagerly reached up and took my shaft. She palmed the tip and ran her fingers down the sides. The feeling was amazing – like she didn't quite know what to do, but fumbling into sensations that I had never experienced before. All the time her eyes were locked on mine. I could feel my orgasm approaching; I wondered if she could, too. 

Finally she gripped my dick in full and rubbed her soft, smooth hand along the firm shaft. Her hot breath washed over the sensitive tip, now seeping a drop of pre-cum. She moved slowly, like she wanted this moment to last. 

My hands moved off her head to her neck and shoulders. Finally, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the stimulation of her muscles as I massaged her while she massaged me. As she moaned, I could feel the sound through the tip of my cock, down the shaft, all the way through me – like the ringing of a bell. "Oh, yes. More of that." 

"Touch yourself, too," I said. 

"Thank you, master." She moved her hand from my balls to beneath the seam of her crimson panties, cupping her pussy. She slid her middle finger inside herself, and her index circled her clit. "Oh, this is amazing."

It was. I felt we were sharing an energy. She closed her eyes and started rubbing me faster. Very quickly, I couldn't stand it anymore. My hands moved off her shoulders and behind her head. I guided her lips against the tip of my cock. 

"Yes, please," she said. She opened her eyes, looking back at me. Her fingers wrapped around my base, squeezing – milking. "Mmm," she said. 

I closed my eyes – I couldn't endure watching her, hearing her and feeling her all at the same time. It was too much for me. Her tongue snaked around my tip as her lips wrapped fast around my shaft. She yielded to my touch on her head, letting me fuck her face, but giving back. At the same time, she worked on herself – she shivered under my touch, and the soft squelch of her own arousal reached my ears. 

It was almost too much. 

Nicole gripped the base of my cock, squeezing the bottom when my tip brushed the back of her throat. When I slipped back from her lips, she squeaked -- from pleasure, from effort, and from the effort of her pleasure.

"Nikki, I want you to come with me. Can you do that?"

"Mmm-hmm," she said, her breath warm and wet on my shaft; her voice sending shivers up my spine.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her between my legs. She was -- maybe for the first time in her life -- giving herself over to someone else's pleasure. Her hair was wet around her face, and her hand worked double-time on her clit.

"Nicole, look at me and come."

Her eyes snapped open and she shuddered. "Ah... Anh... Agh!" She tried to stay focused on my cock, but her own orgasm overtook her. Her mouth fell open and she doubled over, limply pulling me over the edge with her.

What come I had left exploded out of me, a little into my sister's mouth, a little onto her lips and cheeks. She might've started coming before me, but we finished at the same time. Our bodies supported one another as we caught our breath.

A drop of cum fell from her lip onto her nipple. I scooped it up with the edge of my thumb and brought it to her lips. She wrapped both her hands around my wrist and dove onto it, sucking and licking long after the drop was gone.

"I've never done anything like that before," she said. "No one has ever made me come like that."

"That was something special for me, too."

"Please, master. Let me remember it. Let me remember that it was real. Don't make this a dream."

"Nikki, you understand why I can't do that--at least, not yet."

Her eyes got wet. She grasped my hand again. "Please. I listened. Just like you asked me to. I obeyed."

"Sleep, Cosette." With a sob she collapsed back onto the bed. Drops of my cum still glistened on her face. "When you hear me close the door, you'll wake up. Your conscious mind will believe that I left after washing the dishes. You'll remember this events that happened afterward as a wild fantasy. You'll feel like you need to shower, then go to bed, and when you wake up you'll be completely refreshed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," she said dreamily. Or sadly.

"Good." I pulled my clothes back together and cleaned and straightened myself in the bathroom. As I did, Nicole sat silently on the bed, staring out into nothingness, waiting for me to close the door. As I walked by, I took one of her breasts in my hand and cupped her sopping mound with the other. She smelled clean and dirty at the same time. 

When I closed the door, I stood outside for a moment. Quickly, I heard the shower inside turn on.

The next morning, my wife Stephanie said she'd done so well they were considering moving her up to the anchor desk for the nightly news. When Stephanie went to shower, I checked my phone. 

There were five texts from Nicole. "You left before last night I could show you what I just got!"

The next three messages were photos of herself smiling in her new lingerie. Unlike her earlier photos, these features her whole body, including her face. 

"You guys are still headed out to the lake next weekend, right? ;)"



A Few Minor Adjustments Ch. 07



As three-hour drives go, the drive to the lake house was a quick one. My wife Stephanie and I planned a hike through the countryside, so we woke early and drove through the morning. We chatted amiably on the drive — the station promoted her to the anchor desk in the fall once the current seat-holder's contract was up; I told her about the research projects I was planning for the next couple years — and I checked out her legs.

Stephanie's father is an architect, and he built the lake house as a present to himself and his wife. They were able to get the property for a song because while the area is beautiful, it was still a decade away from getting services. Today the place is still secluded, but it's been wired with electricity, natural gas and all the other amenities. 

Steph's parents designed the house as an empty-nester's retreat — we have to "book" the cabin months in advance and always around their schedule. The trouble is always worth it. Glass and steel and polished wood, it manages to stand out from and blend into the forest at the same time. It's back from the main road, but boaters on the lake often trimmed their sails to get a closer look.

We parked behind the house and unloaded — bottles of wine for dinner, bottles of tequila for after, fresh coffee for the next morning along with eggs and bacon. I tossed my weekend bag on top of the bed while Stephanie rolled her own "overnight" bag into the corner. I went into the kitchen to put away the supplies. When I finished, Stephanie was tightening her auburn hair into a ponytail, with a couple of loose tendrils framing her face.

"You ready to go for a hike?"

"Anytime you are," she said. "Let me tie up my boots." She bent over. Her heart-shaped ass stuck straight up in the air as she pulled tight every eyelet of her ankle-high boot. 

I wandered up behind her and rubbed my hands up the back of her bare thighs. I cinched my hands around her narrow waist and drew her ass against me. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay here? Your sister won't be here for hours–"

"–Mm... you make a strong offer, but we don't get to come here very often. I think I'm sure. Still..." Stephanie pressed her palms against her knees and leaned back into me. She rubbed her ass side to side against my rapidly growing bulge. She sprung up and kissed me, darting her tongue between my lips and pressing my face with her hands. "C'mon, stud. I want to return to nature." And off we went.

The day was beautiful. Sun with scattered clouds, the kind that warms your skin without making you sweat. Stephanie and I hiked for almost an hour into the forest and along the side of the mountain, following little more than game trails and keeping the lake at our back. We kept the quiet of two people who are very, very comfortable together.

When the light through the pine trees shifted to remind us that dusk would come and I could feel my calves, Stephanie pointed to a patch of soft earth at the base of a tree. I sat down, and she settled herself with her back against my chest and her legs between mine. I felt the warm heat of her body and inhaled the sweat-and-shampoo scent of her hair. We sunned ourselves in the afternoon light. 

"I like this," Stephanie said. She rubbed the inside of my leg. 

"It's a beautiful day," I said. 

"No – I mean, yes, it's a beautiful day. That's not what I mean, though. I mean I like this," she kissed the back of my hand. "I like this new – phase? Of our marriage? The way we've been the last few weeks?" She released my hand and placed it over her breast. I imagined I could feel the flutter of her heart.

"I like it, too, Steph. I think you've felt how much I've been enjoying our time together." I wasn't sure where this was going. Her brow furrowed. 

"Did you... do something to me?"

"I've done a lot of things to you."

She smiled and shook her head a little. "You know that's not what I mean. I'm being serious. I let you hypnotize me. I wanted you to help me lose some weight, and now I feel like this – I don't know – sex panther!" 

We laughed together. 

"Do you trust me?" I rubbed the top of her thighs and squeezed her torso between my elbows. I wanted to handle this delicately, and I think she wanted the same thing.

"Of course. You know I do."

"All right. Trust me when I tell you that you can't hypnotize someone to do something they don't want to do. Do you think there's a part of you that wanted to maybe open up a little?"

Her nose wrinkled as she thought about her answer. She rubbed her knees together. "Yes. I think this is something I've wanted for a long time. Thank you for being there with me to help me live out some of my fantasies." She grabbed my wrist and slipped my fingers between the folds of her shirt to rest against her breast. My fingers brushed on the delicate lace of her bra. 

"Just some of your fantasies?"

She elbowed me in the ribs. "Just some of them, buddy. This is a girl with depths you haven't plumbed yet." 

We laughed together and then let the silence of the forest settle back around us. I don't know what she was thinking about, but I was definitely thinking about plumbing her depths. 

Maybe she was thinking about the same thing. Stephanie asked, "What are your fantasies?" 

"I don't know, baby. I'm pretty vanilla." 

"C'mon. Apparently I'm an open book to you."

"I bet you could guess."

"I bet I could, but I still want you to tell me." We looked into the valley. My wife slipped her hand under the waistband of her shorts. "Tell me, please."

I was surprised at how squeamish I felt. A few days ago I'd told her about how a student sucked my cock to improve her grade. Comparatively, the stakes were pretty low. "I want to..."

She interrupted me before I could finish my thought. "...Threesome?"

"Yeah."

"What kind? The one where I have to share you with another girl?"

"Actually, no. I want to share YOU with another girl. Imagine – someone kissing you who knows how it feels to be kissed, and sucked, and licked..."

"Mmm... That doesn't sound too bad. What else?"

"I think I want to fuck you in public."

I could feel her back tense against me. "Like in a sex club? I don't think..."

"No. It was so hot just seeing you walk down the hall to my office – and no one was there. The thought that someone could see you – that they would see us. Just thinking about it now gets me hard."

"I can feel." She ground against me a little.

"I think about you blowing me in the car as we're driving down the highway, and some trucker seeing you with your head in my lap. Or you calling me into your dressing room before you go on air. We fuck on your couch, and you read the news with my cum dripping down your thigh."

"God, that's hot. What else?"

"What I'd really like to do is..."

"Fuck me in the ass?"

"Yes." Her hand shifted under her shorts. "I want to bend you over and stick my cock in your hot, tight ass." She licked her lips. 

"Will it hurt?" she asked.

"Yes – some. But I'll be gentle with you, and it will feel good, too. The kind of good-hurt like a stretch."

"Tell me," she said. She settled harder against me, her hand now halfway into her shorts.

"Sometime, you'll whisper in my ear that you're ready, and that will be all I need to know. Because you've been thinking about it for a while, your pussy will be sopping wet – even anticipating what's going to happen will have you on the edge of cumming.

"I slide behind you and lower your panties down to your knees. I reach under your shirt and clutch at your breast with one hand while the other rubs your pussy. I push my fingertips into your hole and the length of my fingers bushes against your clit, and you shiver.

"You feel the length of my cock tucked into your ass crack. As you push against my body, the tip of my cock brushes your pussy. For a moment you think that you want me to let you cum once before, but as you think it, I pull away.

"Using your own juices, I moisten your asshole. I press my fingertip in to the first knuckle, roll it around. Your body thrills to the feeling, and the anticipation of what's coming."

Stephanie's closed her eyes listening to me, turning her head into my chest. "Yes. More." 

"You push back against my hand when I put my second finger in, and I know you're ready. I roll you up onto your knees and kneel behind you. I put a pillow under your head, and you slide your hands beneath it and up against the wall. My hands are on your hips and you feel ready to take me inside you."

"I am – please."

"Then you feel my tongue plunge into you. The wet firmness is familiar to you, but that familiar feeling in a new place is electric – when you were expecting a hint of pain, you feel complete pleasure. I tongue your asshole until you feel like you're going to come, like you need something inside you. I feel your body tense between my hands with the need to release.

"When your body practically vibrates, I step back, caressing your ass and just enjoying the moment. I feel your need. Your body is already pressing back under my hands. You're wet and ready.

"Knowing how much you want this – how ready you are for me to take you – has me as hard as I've ever been in my life. I rest the tip of my cock against your asshole and begin to push in."

Stephanie bit her lip and moved her other hand between her legs.

"The pressure when I enter you isn't something you've felt before – a conflict between your body's desire to resist and give in at the same time. You feel the stretch that you looked forward to and dreaded. It's a pleasure-pain you think you like. Then I'm inside you and it's something different altogether.

"You cry out, not because of a sharp pain, but because the kinds of pleasure you feel are so different. My cock has been inside you hundreds of times, but this time you feel every millimeter of it, every vein and ridge, as I slowly, slowly press into you. 

"I'm fucking your ass so slowly, you can't tell whether I'm an inch inside you or all the way. What you feel in this incredible fullness and closeness to me. And when I pull back, even a little bit, you feel that emptiness, and you're eager to feel that full again."

"Mmm... Yes. I want to be full of you," Stephanie whispered.

"Soon, you feel the stretching, but it's in the background. Our bodies work into a rhythm, and you feel the fullness and the emptiness and they both give you pleasure, along with the tightness and closeness. Your body is sweating and you're feeling something building in you from a different place – someplace new, that you didn't know you had.

"We're going slow, and together our bodies are finding a way to give each other pleasure in this thing that we've never experienced before. When I finally come inside of you, because of how close we are, you feel it in a new way. It takes your breath away. That new pleasure that you had begun to caress, to become familiar with, dissipates.

"I slide out of you and roll you back on your side, pressing my body against yours. You suddenly realize how wet you are. The echo of that new kind of pleasure falls away from you in waves, and you're excited to find it again."

"Oh, baby. I'm ready. Yes." Her body tensed against mine for a moment, and she slouched back into me as her small orgasm washed over her. Her hips jerked a couple of times as she chased her release. 

She was quiet for so long that I worried she'd fallen asleep. "Steph?"

"Mmm... yes." 

"Can you hear me?"

"Yes."

It occurred to me that she'd fallen into a trance. The intensity of her focus had pushed her back under my control without me having to use my post-hypnotic suggestion. "Be honest, Stephanie. How do you feel right now?"

"Sexy. Relaxed. In love. Controlled."

"Do those feelings make me feel comfortable?"

"Yes. It's like they're all coming from the same place."

"Good. Then why do you keep asking if I did something to you?"

"I think – I think that I want to give you more. Not in the day-to-day, but in our sex life. I think that I want to surrender, but I'm asking permission. I don't know if it's from you or from something in me." 

"Do you like it when I control you?" 

"Yes! I like when you tell me what you want, and when I can take pleasure by giving it to you. It makes me hot to think about getting you off. I think about it a lot."

"Okay. Good. Are you getting hot right now?"

She licked her lips. "Yes." 

"What do you think about your sister Nicole?"

"Nikki? She's my sister. I love her." 

"She's pretty sexy."

"I guess. I haven't really thought about it before."

"Think about it. Next time you look at her, look at her as a woman first and your sister second." 

"I will."

"Okay, Stephanie. In a moment I'm going to count to three, and I want you to wake up and you'll feel refreshed and ready to go back home."

"Yes."

I counted and her expression and posture didn't change. She just pushed herself up off the ground and brushed the dirt off her hands. She turned to me with a big smile on her face. "Are you ready to go, or do you need a minute?"

My pants were tented where the crack of her ass had been a few moments before. "I could use some help, maybe." 

She rolled her eyes. "I don't think so. We're losing daylight. We have to beat the wolves and bears home." 

I looked around the forest. The light was starting to fall some. "Bears?" 

"C'mon," she extended her hand to me. "Let's get home, big guy." She pulled my body into hers and ran the palm of her hand down my erection as she leaned up and kissed me. 

We hurried back through the forest, chasing daylight. My eyes lingered on Stephanie's backside, and she reached back to caress my hand or entwine our fingers when the foliage opened up enough for us to walk side by side. 

Twilight was falling as we entered the clearing behind the lake house. When we reached the trailhead, I grabbed my wife and pulled her behind a tree. I pressed her back against the trunk and kissed her. Her scent – sweat and powder and the earth and leaves we'd been walking though all day – filled my senses. She pressed her hands against my chest, pressing on me without pushing me away. 

"We're almost home," she said around my kiss. She ran her hands through my hair, scratching my scalp with her nails.

I opened my eyes and broke our kiss. I peeked around the edge of the tree. "Unfortunately, the house isn't empty." I stepped back and let Stephanie look around the edge of the tree. 

The headlights of Nicole's car swept across the road. As Stephanie watched her sister progress down the drive, I unbuttoned her shirt down to her navel. I slipped my hand under her bra and cupped her full breast. I kissed her neck. "Honey, I don't think –"

I turned her and pressed her back into the tree. It was wide enough to hide both our bodies. "Then don't think," I said. I kissed her and moved my knees between hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my body into her. I kissed down her neck and between her chest.

"Nikki will wonder where we are," she whispered. She ran her hands through my hair, rubbed my shoulders. She inhaled sharply when I took her nipple into my mouth. 

I kissed back up her body and nestled my nose into her ear. "We'll tell her we walked around the lake."

She grabbed my neck, "She'll come looking for us – all our stuff is already upstairs." 

I lifted her knees so that our hips were aligned. I ground against her body, kissing her. "Since when does Nicole look after you? She'll be drinking our wine," I said.

"Mmm... Probably." Stephanie reached down and pulled apart my belt buckle. Her fingers were cold against my skin when she unbuttoned my pants. The tires of her sister's car crunched in the driveway. 

My pants tumbled against my ankles, and my wife pulled out my cock and rubbed it in her fist. I was so hard my lower back ached as she pulled on me. "Oh, god, baby..." 

Nicole's car door opened. The latch on her trunk popped. "What's she doing?" Stephanie whispered. 

I looked slightly behind the tree. Nicole was wearing knee-high boots and a mini-dress. Her back was to us as she unloaded two (!!) rolling suitcases for the two-night stay. "She's coming this way," I said. 

"Oh, shit," my wife said, unhinging herself from me. She turned and looked around the tree. Nicole had abandoned her bags to tramp up the stairs – to announce herself and see if I'd bring up her luggage, to be sure. She pulled her shirt closed as she watched. "You know, Nikki looks..."

I took the moment my of wife's slipped attention. I tore open the waistband of her shorts and pushed them and her panties down to her knees. 

"Oh – honey, wait –"

I pulled her back around the tree. I grabbed her elbows and placed them against the trunk of the tree. 

"Hold on, baby, please –"

I placed my legs outside hers and pressed my cock into her from behind. With her legs pressed together, I felt her skin along every inch of my cock as I pushed into her. She squeezed her knees together, increasing my own pleasure. 

"Oh, God, baby... Don't... Don't... stop... Don't stop," Stephanie gasped. Her pussy was hot and sopping wet around my cock. 

"I knew that you'd like this," I told my wife. She was breathing hard underneath me. She'd stopped trying to squirm out from under me and was pushing back against me. We worked together to find a rhythm. "You couldn't wait to get me inside you, could you?"

"No... I couldn't wait," she said. She turned her head back to me and kissed me. 

I reached around and cupped her breast with my hand. "Baby, you're so hot. You've got me so turned on. I'm not going to last long."

It felt like she squeezed my cock with her whole body. "Mmm... I'm – I'm almost there. Oh, shit, baby."

I took my hand off her breast and brought it down to her hip, pulling her even closer to me. I grabbed her ponytail with my other hand and pulled it back. I kissed and bit her neck as I thrust into her. "I love you, baby. Be quiet, or someone will hear."

"Oh God, baby." Her knuckles were white against the brown bark of the tree trunk. "Harder baby, please. Fuck me – oh, yes. Like that. Oh, make me come."

I couldn't hold it anymore. I shot my hot load deep into my wife's pussy. Her body collapsed as she released and she sank back against me. I let go of her ponytail and ran my hand down her back. Her skin was damp with perspiration. I pulled out of her.

She gracefully pulled her shorts and panties up in one movement. She tucked my cock back inside my pants, giving it a little squeeze and taking the last drop of cum onto the fingertip. She licked the drop into her mouth. "Are you ready to head inside and make some dinner?" She smiled.

"Yeah, I think I'm ready for whatever the night brings."

"Let's go." 

As we the last 50 feet or so to the house, I thought I saw the briefest flash of a shadow from the deck, but I couldn't say for certain.