19 comments/ 123887 views/ 69 favorites Blowjobs On Demand By: SusanJillParker Blowjobs On Demand Blowjobs On Demand Husband adds personal pleasure to his wife's need to shop and spend money with a sexy, hypnotic suggestion. "Jennifer, are you going shopping?" Holding out his credit card, Charles looked at his wife, Jennifer, with a warm smile, knowing that she was about to go shopping for more clothes and shoes that she didn't need. Fortunately for him, he had stopped her just in time, before she left the house. What was a budget busting, sore point before, something that always erupted in an argument, Jennifer shopping for new clothes and shoes was a sexual pleasure now. Already dressed and ready to leave, Jennifer stopped, turned, and stood still, as if frozen in a daze. Without saying a word, she looked at her husband, Charles, with a loving smile. With her natural blonde hair perfectly coiffed in place, her surgically enhanced, C cup breasts standing proud, and her bright, white, sparkling smile, surpassed only by her big, blue eyes, she was a one-of-a-kind beauty. By the promise of having a sensual girlfriend, a hot mistress, who truly loved sex, a significant other with real, sexual benefits, and the perfect wife who'd never say no because she had a headache, Jennifer was a very talented cocksucker. When on her knees and looking up at them with those big, blue eyes, while their cocks are buried in her mouth, many men have experienced sexual nirvana. Responding to his question, as if she was on autopilot, she walked towards him smiling, as if directed by remote control. Suddenly acting as if she was a high priced stripper doing a personal and sexy striptease or a high class call girl hired for a private VIP client at the ready to perform in the privacy of a hotel suite at a trade show, she slowly, sensuously, and erotically walked to him, while unbuttoning her blouse. Such a beautiful woman, lucky to have her, most men would pay her a lot of money to watch the show that she was about to give her husband. With the thought of what lay beneath, the mere sight of her lacy bra and cavernous cleavage hardened Charles's cock. Intently watching his wife slowly unbutton her blouse to see what each unbuttoned button revealed, he loved how she sexually teased him, when slowly stripping off her clothes. Once her blouse was unbuttoned and flayed wide open, as if lifting the veil from the work of art bust sculpted by a famous sculptor, she lifted her bra to expose her breasts to her husband in readiness for his touch. Perfectly symmetrical, so round and so full, she had firm, C cup breasts with pink areolas and big, pink, puffy nipples that stood as proud as she was beautiful. Rivaling any topless pinup model, possessing better breasts than any stripper and many of Hugh Hefner's Playboy Playmates, Jennifer had beautiful breasts. Without a scar or a mark to give evidence that they weren't real, they were perfect, the only clue that they were fake. The best breasts that money can buy, his worthy investment to maintain his sexual lust for his wife, worth every dollar, as far as he was concerned, her breasts was money well spent. Charles loved fondling her big breasts and fingering her hard nipples, while she stroked and sucked his cock. As if curtseying before her King, Jennifer knelt down between her husband's knees and fondled his cock through his pants, before unbuckling him, unzipping him, and pulling his pants and underwear down and off. With his dick so exposed and erecting itself at the ready, in knowing what was coming, she fondled his hardening prick. Playing with the head of his cock with her fingertips, she stared at his big dick, while kissing it, licking it, and stroking it. With her big, blue eyes cast upward and making constant and continual eye contact with her husband, she took him in her mouth and sucked him, while stroking him. Charles loved when she looked up at him with her big, blue eyes and pretty face, when on her knees and sucking his cock. A feeling of power by totally possessing such a beautiful woman, when being blown, Charles didn't know that Jennifer was the one controlling him by the feel of her hand, the touch of her lips, the warmth of her mouth, and the wetness of her tongue, while sucking him. Stretching her pretty lipstick adorned lips around his wide cock, the sight of her sucking him excited him even more, when seeing his big, hairy prick buried in her beautiful mouth. Usually just the opposite waiting for most women to summon the lustful desire that matched a man's lust, instead, with him always having to play catch up, eagerly waiting until she fully hardened him with her hand and her mouth, he couldn't wait until his hunger for her mouth reached and surpassed her enthusiasm to blow him. Without doubt, in the way that she pumped and sucked his prick, moving her head side to side and up and down, as if she was a naturally, big breasted woman riding a mechanical bull topless, his very own personal bobble doll, she made all the cock sucking, slurping sounds that men love to hear, when being blown. As much as he knew she loved to go shopping, as much as she loved spending his money, he knew that she loved sucking his cock. Running his fingers through her long, lush, blonde hair, his desire to be sucked now matched her willingness to suck. With a hand to the back of her head and his other hand still fondling her breasts, his fingers fingered her nipples. Getting ready to show his appreciate for a blowjob well done, nearly on the verge of cumming, he humped her face and fucked her mouth. Jennifer continued stroking him and sucking him, until he exploded all the love he had for his wife in her mouth and all the lust he had for his beautiful woman her down her throat. Having such a willing partner, never has he had a better blowjob from any woman from his past and never could he imagine receiving a better blowjob from any woman in his future. "Suck my cock, Jennifer. Blow me, baby. Oh, yeah, that's it. Suck it, Jen. Suck it. That's it. Don't stop. Don't stop. Suck my cock, Jen, suck it. Blow me, baby, blow me. Don't stop. Stroke me faster. Faster. I'm going to cum." What a woman. What an incredible wife. Remaining on her knees to lovingly lick him clean, all the while looking up at him, while kissing, fondling, and stroking his big prick, the end of her blowjob was just as exciting as the beginning. The perfect wife, who was always instantly in the mood to blow him, any time he wanted, never making excuses and never saying no, all he had to do to be so rewarded by the pleasure of her hand, her mouth, her lips, and her tongue was to ask one, simple question. "Jennifer, are you going shopping?" Every time he asked those same five, simple words, his power of suggestion triggered her to suck his cock. As if his personal robot that was programmed to suck his prick, she'd walk over to him, while stripping off her blouse to expose her bra, before lifting up her bra to expose her breasts. Then, falling to her knees and undressing him, she'd give him the best, damn, head banging, mouth slurping blowjob he's ever had. In the end, he loved seeing her red lipstick all over his engorged dipstick. A mind control technique that he learned as an intelligence officer stationed in Iraq, when interrogating prisoners of war for information without having to torture them by water boarding them, by using a mere power of suggestion, he altered his mind control technique to use on his beautiful wife for his sexual pleasure. With a hypnotic suggestion implanted deep within her sub-consciousness mind and reinforced every so often with another more powerful suggestion, whenever her enthusiasm to suck his cock waned, he'd put her under again. A satisfied husband serviced by an enthusiastic wife, a perfect marriage, his mind controlling technique had been working perfectly for months. No more fights over sex and no more arguments over her shopping for clothes and for shoes, he was thrilled, an understatement, when she wanted to spend his money. Once done sucking him and licking him dry, he'd freely give her his credit card, as her reward. "Have fun shopping, Honey. Don't forget to buy a little something for me and for your sister," he said handing her his Black Card, the American Express Centurion Card. His life couldn't be any more perfect, that is, unless he could somehow give Jennifer's identical twin sister, Julie, a hypnotic suggestion, too. His sexual fantasy come true, if anyone could have a sexual fantasy, when having a wife that gave him daily blowjobs, was to have Jennifer and Julie suck his cock together. As part of his continued sexual fantasy, needing Jennifer and Julie to continue to look so much alike, having already paid for Julie's breast implants, too, she freely showed him the plastic surgeon's artistry. Yet, despite having seen and felt Julie's breasts, it'd only be fittingly fair for a brother to fondle what he so generously paid for his sister-in-law to have for her to remain in physical likeness of her twin sister, while she sucked his cock in enthusiastic appreciation. He was thrilled, an understatement, that he had a wife who'd suck his cock on demand, whenever he wanted her to suck his cock, and whenever he asked her that one, simple question. Every time she was ready to go shopping and every time he asked her about her shopping plans, she'd stop her departure to strip, stroke, suck, lick, and twirl her tongue around his cock, before leaving for the mall. He controlled her mind to unbuckle his pants, remove his clothes, and to stroke his cock, while giving him head, as soon as he asked her that one simple question. "Jennifer, are you going shopping?" With the blowjob an integral part of her shopping pleasure, just as she couldn't stop herself from shopping, she couldn't stop herself from sucking him, even if she tried. Because she loved to shop, because shopping and spending his money was her very favorite things to do, she was an easy subject to control by giving her his power of suggestion that included blowjobs, as part of her daily process. Suck cock, go shopping, and spend money, now one wouldn't work without the others. The only way she wouldn't want to suck his cock was if she tired of shopping for clothes and shoes, but that would never happen. Once dreading to hear her say that she was going shopping to spend his inherited money on more clothes and shoes she didn't need, now he loved asking her, if she was going shopping. A win/win for both of them, he received a blowjob and she received a shopping spree. In the seven years they've been married, never has he enjoyed asking her if she was going shopping, as he does now. Even though she still spends his money, at least now, he gets some sexual satisfaction in return, whenever he wants it. Giving him the opportunity to rest after receiving one of her wonderful blowjobs, now he no longer minds, when she goes shopping, an understatement. Now, he looks forward for her to go shopping. Even before his power of suggestion for her to give him blowjobs on demand, normally a willing participant and a talented cocksucker, Jennifer loved giving her husband blowjobs. Notwithstanding her love for sucking his cock, like any man, Charles wanted more blowjobs but didn't want the pressured obligation of having to return the sexual favor, that is, unless he was in the mood to lick Jennifer's pussy. Truth be told, if he didn't feel the pressured obligation to return the sexual favor, he'd have his wife suck his cock every day, some days multiple times a day. Yet, feeling pressured to sexually satisfy Jennifer, too, and guilty when he didn't, he was never satisfied by the limited number of blowjobs received, even from a woman who loved sucking cock, as Jennifer certainly did. With her constant shopping and spending of his money, his lack of blowjobs their only marital issue, the power of suggestion was the perfect solution in putting shopping, spending his money, and blowjobs together as one. Oral sex for Jennifer, with him cumming in her mouth and her swallowing, was never a problem for her, as it was for so many other women, who sucked cock more as their wifely duty than their womanly pleasure. Admittedly, a woman with a self-confessed checkered past, it was hard for him to believe that she somehow maintained her virginity through college and through her brief working career as his private, personal, sexy secretary, that is, until she married Charles. Yet, somehow, despite her good looks, her voluptuous body, and her penchant for sucking cock, she had remained a virgin. With blowjobs her way of saving her virginity, a bit jealously disconcerting for Charles to hear about his wife's checkered past, she confessed that she had lots of boyfriends and had given lots of blowjobs, before they married. "Lots of boyfriends? What do you mean by lots of boyfriends? Define lots of boyfriends." He figured what women thought were lots of boyfriends, generally four or five, with all the women that men usually sampled, before marrying, the number of men that women were with always paled in comparison to the number of women that men had. "You mean give you a number?" "Yes, without going into details, of course, just a ballpark figure of how many blowjobs you've given. Four? Five?" "Well, I started seriously dating at 18-years-old, when away at college," she said. "Always a very active woman, surrounded by so very many men," she said with her shy yet wry smile, "I had a lot of interests, music, sports, and games. Popular with the boys in the band, on the football, track, and swim teams, I loved playing chess at the chess club." "Are you telling me that you blew all of those men?" Looking at her, as if there was something wrong with her for having blown so very many men, Charles looked at her with shocked uncertainty. "Certainly not, Charles," she said shooting him a sour look, obviously insulted by his suggestion that she sucked every man she knew. "Do you think me a whore?" "No, of course not, sorry," said Charles. "I just thought--" "I only blew the ones that I dated," she said with defiant smugness. Relieved somewhat but not completely comfortable with her blowjob confession, after discovering his wife was not as purely innocent, as he thought she was, when she told him that she was a virgin. Now wondering just how many men she dated, nearly afraid to ask the question, he looked at her with pained curiosity. "So, just wondering, how many men did you date? Two? Three? Four?" "Well, let's see," she said taking a moment to think. "There was Jim and Steve from the band. Jim played the trumpet and Steve played the harmonica," she said with a smile, as if remembering them playing their instruments, while she sucked their instruments. "Harmonica? That's not even an instrument. Even I can play the harmonica. It doesn't seem appropriate that you'd suck the cock of someone who--" "Do you want me to continue?" She looked at her husband with the superior attitude of a mother scolding her child. "Yes, of course, sorry. Please continue, Jennifer. I won't interrupt you again." "Glenn was the quarterback. Anthony and Ron were running backs," she said looking up at the ceiling, as if all the answers, along with her most intimate memories were there, while seemingly swooning. "Dave was the center." "Yes, so, that's six men that you've--" "Are you really going to keep count?" She shot him a look and laughed. "I guess," he said with some trepidation. "Why? Is that a problem that I tally how many men you orally pleasured?" "No, it's not a problem for me, so long as it's not a problem for you," she said with a shrug and an eye roll. "Why should you having oral sex with several men from your past to merely maintain your virginity be a problem for me," said Charles trying to act cosmopolitan, but feeling heavy hearted, while wondering how he measured up to the other men in her past, especially the black men. "Because I'll get you a pen and paper for you to keep score of all the men I've blown," she said with a laugh. "Keep score? Certainly not. I'd never be so rude to count your lovers." Suddenly nervous, wishing he had never asked the question and wishing he had taken her up on her offer for a pen and paper, Charles imagined Jennifer kneeling in the middle of a football huddle that turned into circle jerk. With cum all over her hair, her face, and her breasts, he imagined her servicing five men at a time, before asking her with trepidation, "Do I need one?" "You may," she laughed again, but Charles didn't share her laughter. He didn't think it funny that his wife, the love of his life had given so very many blowjobs to so very many men. Then, when she reached to the coffee table and handed her husband paper and pen, his stomach sank. "Just a guess, not that it matters, but were Anthony and Ron black men?" He imagined two, big black men, one on either side of her getting a blowjob from her. "Yes. Why? Does it bother you that I blew black men, as well as white men?" "No, of course not. Not at all," he said in a quiet and preoccupied voice. "Don't worry, Charles," she said, as if reading his mind. "Your cock is bigger than any black man that I've blown. Matter of fact, you have the biggest and best cock that I ever sucked," she said with a wide smile. "Thank you, Jennifer, I think." Feeling a bit disconcerted before, he felt better now that he had the biggest and the best cock that she ever had in her mouth. "You're welcome, Charles." "Only, how many black men did you--" "Are you going to continue to interrupt me or do you want me to tell you about my past?" "Sorry, Jennifer, please continue." "Okay. Let's see. There was Tyrone and Marcus from the track team, they were black. I dated Dean and Bob from the swim team. They were white." "Just so I understand, just so I don't get this wrong, when you say you dated, does that mean you sucked their cocks?" "Yes, silly," she said smiling, as if she was imagining their cocks in her mouth, again. "What boyfriend dating a girlfriend who looks like me wouldn't want me to suck their cock?" "That makes ten men," said Charles holding up two hands, "four black men and six white men. Is that correct? Is that all the men you've blown? Or do I need to remove my shoes to keep an accurate count?" He looked at her with hurt that she had blown so many men and possibly a few more. "Don't be mean, Charles. You were the one who asked the question. You were the one who was curious to know about my sexual past." "You're right, Jen, and I apologize for my brash comment. Please continue." "Where was I?" "We're up to ten men that you sucked, four black men and six white men," said Charles still holding up both hands with extended fingers and now kicking off his shoes. "I gave you a pen and paper, Charles," she Jen with another shrug and eye roll. "Yes, I see that," said Charles lowering his hands and putting on his shoes, and quickly writing down the list of men that his wife told him that she had blown. "Oh, I almost forgot. I blew Feng from the chess club. He's Asian. Chinese, I think." "Feng? You blew some pimply faced, Chinese nerd from the chess club? You blew eleven men?" "No, of course not, silly," said Jennifer with a laugh. "Oh, I thought," said Charles relieved, "when you said that you dated them that--" "Yes, I did say that and I did date them, but I didn't count all the others," she said with a laugh. "I blew many more men than that." "All the others?" With a furrowed brow and a pained expression, Charles looked at her in disbelief. "What others? Gees, Jen, just how many men have you blown?" "Well, when counting all the dorm parties that I went to and all the drugs and drinking that we did, there were so very many more men that I, um, dated," she said fluttering her eyelids, as if they were wings and as if she was about to fly away to a time in college, when she was carefree and sexually promiscuous. "Then, there were all the activities that we did, bowling, golf, ping pong, and movies later, that always somehow ended up at Rocky Bluffs Cliff, where we got better acquainted, in the backseat of a car, if you know what I mean." Blowjobs On Demand "Yes, I can imagine what you mean by getting better acquainted, but ping pong? C'mon, really? Let's cut the crap and cut to the chase, Jennifer. Not that it matters now, but just how many men have you blown?" "I don't really know, Charles. Had I had a pen and paper in the way that you're counting my past dating relationships now, I may have been able to come up with a more correct--" "Take a guess," she Charles with exasperation. "Conservatively?" "Nah, I dare you to shock me. Go wild. Pick a number on the high side," said Charles looking annoyed that his wife was such a cocksucker. "You're not the only one who has had a bevy of lovers and a checkered past," he said with arrogant smugness. "I've been with twenty or thirty women, if I count and include those women that I made out with and felt their breasts through their blouses and bras, while they felt my cock through my pants." "You don't really count having a sexual relationship with a woman that you merely kissed, while feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra, as she felt your cock through your pants, do you?" "Guys are different than women, Jen. Even if our dates don't culminate in intercourse, climax with a blowjob, or even end with a hand job, we count making out and feeling them up as being intimate with a woman." "Really?" Obviously shocked by the differences between women and men, Jennifer stared at her husband with curiosity. "Women don't count being with a man, unless they've had intercourse. Most times, blowjobs are nothing more than a French kiss. Matter of fact, sometimes, depending on the man, sucking his tongue in a French kiss can be more exciting, erotically exhilarating, and intimate than sucking his cock." "Really?" Obviously shocked by the difference again, between men and women, Charles stared at his wife with curiosity. "A French kiss? Seriously, women believe blowjobs are equal to a French kiss?" "Yes, sometimes they do, Charles. Blowjobs are more the big deal for a man than they are for a woman," she said with a unconcerned shrug of her shoulders. "Maybe my question to you should be how many men have you French kissed, instead of blown," said Charles with a haughty laugh. "Well, hoping that I don't shock you, if I were to go on the wild side and take a stab at how many men I sucked, keeping in mind College Bowls, Super Bowls, baseball and basketball games, playoff, championships, World Series games, yacht races, Kentucky Derbies, Indy 500's, Nascar events, and chick flicks, I probably sucked the cocks of more than..." "Yes? Tell me. I can take it. Twenty? Twenty-five? Thirty? More than thirty?" Hoping for the best, while trying to stay strong and remain positive, Charles gulped his dismay at Jennifer's promiscuous confession. "Don't get mad, Charles. You're the one who asked me the question and this was before I even knew you," said Jen. "I won't be mad, Jen," said Charles with impatient trepidation. "And I want you to know, even though I've had a lot of boyfriends in my past, even if I sucked the cocks of lots of men, I'd never cheat on you, Charles. Your cock is the last cock that I'll ever suck." "Of course," said Charles with impatience. "So, how many men do you think you've blown?" "Well, if I had to give it a number, probably more than a couple of hundred men." "What? More than a couple of hundred men? Seriously? You had more than a couple of hundred cocks in your mouth?" "Yeah, well, just off the top of my head, that sounds about right, but certainly, no more than three hundred." He looked at his wife, as if she had just told him that she was impregnated by another man. Still staring at her, imagining her sucking man after man after man, he remained silent for a few minutes. "I'm just shocked," he said with obvious disappointment that his wife wasn't the virginal bride that he thought she was, just because she never had sexual intercourse, that is, until she had that with him on their wedding night. "I knew I shouldn't have told you," she said with embarrassed sadness. "Some things between a man and a woman should be left unsaid and never confessed. Wanting to be open and honest, not wanting us to have any secrets, I thought that you could handle the woman that I was." "No, don't be silly, Jen. I'm glad you told me about your past and I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. All of that is behind you. Now, if we were ever to run into one of your old, um, dates, I'll know not to be jealous, I think. So, tell me, just curious, now that we're so openly discussing this, did they all cum in your mouth?" "Charles. Really. Look at me," she said looking down at herself, before smiling up at him with her big, blue eyes. "I'm hot and was even hotter, when I was younger. Of course, they all ejaculated in my mouth. Who wouldn't cum in my mouth, if they had the opportunity?" "You do make a good point, Jen, but did you swallow?" "Now, really, Charles, it wouldn't be much of a blowjob, unless I swallowed, now would it?" Maybe because he was jealous or hurt or a combination of the both because she had sucked off so very many men, and maybe having her suck off even more men was his way of using her to get back at her but, it was then, that he decided to go ahead with his cock sucking plan to share his wife's mouth with his friends. If she immediately remembered sucking more than two hundred cocks, possibly three hundred pricks, he could only imagine the real number of blowjobs she must have given men, before they met. Besides, if she already sucked more than two hundred cocks, what difference would a few more cocks make? The only thing that excited him more than having her suck his cock, was imagining her sucking the cock of another man, while he watched, of course. Not knowing until he tried, he wondered if his hypnotic suggestion would give him the control over her that he needed to watch her give his friends blowjobs, too. Needing to try to see if his blowjobs on demand would work on his friend, he invited his friend, John, over the house and explained the situation. He had John sit in the chair in the living room, where he normally sat, when Jennifer got down on her knees, between his legs, and sucked his cock. "Let me ask you a question, John." "Sure, Charles. Go ahead." "What do you think of my wife?" "What do I think of your wife? Drop dead gorgeous, she's the most beautiful woman I've seen in my life. She's stunningly beautiful," said John smiling at his friend. "And truth be told, how you got someone like her is--" "Yeah, well, the fact remains that I did," said Charles with a confident laugh. "Perhaps, no doubt, it helped that I inherited my Dad's fortune," he said laughing again. "If it only takes money to buy a woman like Jennifer, you make me wish that I was rich, Charles. Yet, for richer or poorer, I know that she loves you," said John. "You're right, John. Jennifer does love me, as I love her. So, let me as you this. Are you attracted to her?" "Am I attracted to Jennifer? Listen, Charles, I'd never cheat with the wife of a friend and I apologize when I inappropriately hugged Jennifer a little too long and a little too hard, while groping her ass and feeling her tit on New Year's Eve, but I was drunk." "I accept your apology, John, even though I didn't know you groped Jen's ass and felt her tit," said Charles with a laugh, "but I wasn't talking about that. Are you attracted to Jennifer?" "Of course, Charles. Who wouldn't be attracted to Jennifer? One would have to be gay not to be attracted to Jennifer. I mean to say that I'd never fool around with another man's wife but--" "What if I agreed that it was okay for you to fool around with my wife?" "Pardon? I'm sorry. A sexual fantasy ran away with my mind. I thought you actually said that it was okay for me to fool around with your wife," said John with a nervous laugh. "I did." "Seriously?" John sat up in his chair to look harder at his friend. "Only, what do you mean by fooling around?" "If you don't mind terribly, I'd like for Jennifer to give you a blowjob, while you play with her tits." "Mind terribly? Oh, my God, Charles, no disrespect, but I'd love for Jennifer to suck my cock, while I play with her tits. Only, what does Jennifer think about this? Would she really suck my cock, while I fondled her breasts?" "Calm down, John. I've given Jennifer a hypnotic suggestion. Every time I ask her if she's going shopping and spends my money, she sucks my cock, before leaving for the mall." "Really? Wow. No kidding. Knowing how much Jennifer loves to shop and spend your money, she must be sucking your cock every day." "She does like to shop and spend my money, and she does suck my cock every day." "You're a lucky man, Charles, a very lucky man." "Only, I wanted to see if my power of suggestion worked on someone other than me." "Count me in, Charles. In the name of science and scientific experimentation, anything that I can do to help a friend, I'm here for you, Charles." "So, you wouldn't mind terribly, if Jennifer sucked your cock?" "Oh, I think that I can bear the experience, Charles, while keeping a stiff upper lip, along with everything else that will surely stiffen," said John with a wry grin. "Thank you so very much for your indulgence in my little extramarital experiment, John." "Don't mention it, Charles. It will be my pleasure, I'm sure." "Stay right there and I'll call Jennifer. She's getting ready to go shopping." "Jennifer?" Charles called her from the other side of the house. "Yes, Charles," said Jennifer from upstairs and through her closed bedroom door. Charles stepped from the living room and walked closer to the staircase for his wife to hear him, he raised his voice, before ducking out of sight. "Jennifer, are you going shopping?" A few, long, agonizing, yet exciting seconds of sexual anticipation ticked by, before Charles heard the bedroom doorknob turn and watched the bedroom door slowly open. With her hair carefully coiffed and her makeup perfectly applied, dressed in her favorite outfit, that looked much like an airline stewardess's uniform, a white, button blouse with a navy blue, short skirt, her perfect outfit to get in and out of while trying on clothes at the mall, he watched his wife emerge from the bedroom and descend down the stairs. Standing at a distance, but in sight of the living room chair, where John sat waiting, as if she was in a hypnotic trance, he watched Jennifer slowly walk down the stairs and into the living room to his friend. Sure enough, as if he was sitting in the chair instead of his friend, Jennifer walked up to John, while slowly unbuttoning her blouse. One slow, unbuttoned button at a time, once her blouse was unbuttoned, she flayed it open and lifted up her bra. Then, she fell to her knees in between John's legs. Just as she had done to him so very many times, Charles watched his wife feel his friend's cock through his pants, while she looked up at John, as if he was him. He couldn't believe Jennifer exposed her breasts to his friend. He couldn't believe his wife was getting ready to suck his friend's cock. Sexually excited watching his wife, he couldn't believe it, when she unzipped and unbuckled his friend, removed his pants and underwear, took his cock in her hot, little hand, kissed, licked, and fondled his prick, while stroking him. He watched John fondling Jennifer's big tits, while fingering her hard nipples. Then, when his wife lowered her head to take John's cock in her mouth and started sucking him, Charles unzipped himself and pulled out his cock, too. He watched his wife blowing his friend, while he fondled the head of his prick. Masturbating himself, while watching his wife blow John, he watched his wife suck his friend to an orgasm. Then, when John put a hand to the back of Jennifer's head, he humped her face and fucked her mouth, in the way that Charles had done to his wife so many times, before unloading his cum in his pretty wife's mouth. Seeing the look of lust on John's face, he couldn't believe it, when he watched his friend explode his cum in Jennifer's willing mouth. Having worked perfectly, Charles couldn't wait to try his blowjobs on demand out on more of his friends. One by one, Charles invited all his friends to his house, Tom, Jerry, Bill, Dave, Bob, Jim, Steve, and Paul. One by one, just as she had done with John and Charles before him, Jennifer blew all of his friends. Just as exciting to receive daily blowjobs from Jennifer, watching Jennifer blow his friends was equally as exciting. Charles wondered what went through her mind, if anything at all, when he asked her if she was going shopping and when she was on her knees sucking his cock and now all of his friends' cocks. Under his powerful hypnotic suggestion, Charles wondered if she knew she was sucking his cock every day. Moreover, did she know she was sucking his friends' cocks, too? Feeling as if he had the perfect life with the perfect wife, but for her history of all the men she blew in her checkered past, he felt he had his very own robotic Stepford wife, a wife that obeyed everything her husband requested of her. His dirty, little secret, and a secret that he swore his friends to keep, his friends all wanted Charles to teach them how to do that with their wives. Yet, even though he knew that if he taught his friends how to so control their wives that he'd be rewarded with blowjobs from their wives, too, he feared that his secret would be abused and discovered. Therefore, he refused their requests. Jennifer was a confident woman with a strong jaw and with a good sense of self. Knowing that not all people can be so hypnotized and so controlled, even while under hypnosis, he suspected that having her do this particular behavior on demand and on command must have, at the very least, caused her some deep internal and sub-conscious confusion. Feeling bad about so controlling her, he didn't feel bad enough to stop. He knew that she loved him madly and wanted to please him, yet she had always followed her natural desire as to when, where, and how she'd suck him. With them not always on the same schedule of when to have sex, always a problem in their marriage, just as were her out of control shopping sprees, no doubt, blowjobs on demand not only stopped them from arguing over sex, as well as shopping and spending money, but also saved their marriage. Charles wished that he could patent his power of suggestion and, for the betterment of mankind, share with all of male humanity the control he had over his wife. If others only knew what he was able to do with his wife and what they could do with their wives, girlfriends, and significant others, solely through mind control, they'd pay him a fortune to have that level of control over their women. Oh, my, God, blowjobs on demand, without any struggle, is every man's dream come true. Only, he knew the control that he had over his wife, would be abused in the way that he was now abusing his wife by forcing her to suck his cock every day, as well as the cocks of other men. It wasn't as if Jennifer didn't give him oral sex often, she enjoyed going down on Charles. He was blessed that she was one of the rare women who enjoyed giving blowjobs and the act of her sucking him made her excited as well. She was a keeper and, admittedly, sometimes he felt like a real creep deceiving her, by so controlling her, especially after having her suck off all of his friends. Suspecting she had no idea that she had blown all of his friends, what he did by forcing her to suck his friends didn't make him feel creepy enough to stop commanding Jennifer to give him and his friends blowjobs. Only, Charles didn't know that Jennifer had a sexy secret, too. "Jennifer," said her identical twin sister Julie, "you have so many beautiful clothes and shoes. I realize Charles is rich, but how can you afford to buy so much? Doesn't he complain that you spend so very much of his money, too much of his money?" "Charles willingly gives me his unlimited credit card and I go shopping with it every day," said Jennifer. "I wish my husband was as rich and as generous as your husband," said Julie. "What's your secret?" "Blowjobs." "Blowjobs? What do you mean, blowjobs?" "I give Charles a blowjob and he hands me his credit card." "I blow my husband, too, but he'd never allow me to spend so much money on clothes and shoes." "Just as I go shopping every day, I suck his cock every day." "Every day? Wait, just so I understand. You give Charles a daily blowjob to shop?" "Yes, only he doesn't know that I know." "He doesn't know that you know what...that you're blowing him? I don't understand. How could he not know that you know that you're blowing him, unless he drugs you and you're sucking him in your sleep?" "He thinks that he's hypnotized me. Now, he even has me blowing his friends." "His friends? Oh, my God, Jennifer, you blow his friends, too?" "Yes." "Charles has some good looking friends. Have you blown John?" "Yes." "Dave?" "Yes." "Jim?" "Yes." "And what does Charles do, while you're sucking their cocks?" "He watches, while masturbating. Then, once I'm done, he gives me his credit card." "Wow," said Julie falling silent. "Just wondering, do you think that Charles can teach his sexy secret to my husband, so that he can hypnotize me, too? I'd suck my husband's cock every day for new clothes and shoes." "No, Charles won't share his secret with anyone," said Jennifer "Just thinking and kidding out loud, but do you think Charles would like for the equally hot sister of his wife, her identical twin, his sister to suck his cock and the cock of his friends, while he watches and masturbates, so long as he gives you his credit card to buy me clothes and shoes, too?" "Maybe," said Jennifer with a laugh. "If you're game, I'm game. Perhaps if you hung around the house more often, while giving Charles up skirt flashes of your panty and down blouse views of your bra and tits, he may decide to hypnotize you, too," she said with a laugh. "So long as it's okay with you, Jen, I'd suck cock for new clothes and shoes," said Julie. It wasn't long before Charles hypnotized, or at least, he thought that he hypnotized Julie and gave her a suggestion to suck his cock and the cock of his friends. Now Jennifer and Julie go shopping and spend money every day, that is, after they suck Charles' cock and that of one of his friends. THE END