9 comments/ 117534 views/ 27 favorites Hypno-Video Ch. 01 By: monsterrdude My wife is one of a kind. Charming wit, stimulating intelligence, easy on the eyes. Yeah, she's one of the world's truly beautiful women. But she's like a puzzle hidden in a mystery locked inside an enigma. Besides her angelic face perched upon the body of a super-model, her inner complexity is the biggest reason she has kept me captivated all these years. What really goes on inside her head? I still have no idea. What I do know is that, beneath her seemingly demure sexual attitude, there's a wanton nympho dying to get out and try things I've only dreamed of. Or, had. You see, six months ago (my God, has it been that long?) I came upon a opportunity that I couldn't let pass me by. Always before, our sex life was...well...boring. But now I'm the luckiest, most sexually satisfied man in the world. And so begins my story. It all started with a blow job. In all the years we'd been married (we're in our 30's), Cynthia had never given me one. That's all I really wanted, and when I talked to my buddy Steve about it, he was sympathetic. But I sensed something underneath that he wasn't telling me. We were sitting in a bar, and I was pouring out my heart. Yeah, I had a pretty good buzz going, but Steve was never the type to judge and, as it turns out, he held the answer. "Have you tried just asking her for one," he asked. "Now why didn't I think of that?" I asked. "My God Steve, you're a genius!" What a stupid fucking question. "Hey, don't bust my balls here, man; I'm trying to help," he replied. "Sorry, dude, I'm just frustrated. She says it's 'gross' and that only whores do it." "So you want her to be a whore?" "No," I said. "I have no desire to have my wife peddling her pussy; I just want her to be a little more adventurous in the sack." "You know what I mean," he replied. "What you're telling me is that you want a freak in bed and a lady everywhere else. Right?" Here's where he seemed to be hiding something. "Basically, yeah. Any ideas?" "Well, first," he began, "you have to be careful what you wish for." "What are you talking..." "Just let me finish," he interrupted. "I think I know of a way to help you, but you have to be absolutely sure it's what you really want. You won't be able to reverse what I have in mind, and you'll most likely get much more than a simple hummer, but, I can tell you from experience, it's completely worth it. You should also know that it won't work on everyone, but I have a feeling Cynthia will succumb just as easily as Lisa did." "Suck what?!" Yeah, it was childish, but I couldn't contain the shit-eating grin that accompanied my drunken hilarity. "Do you want my help or not?" He was trying to be stern, but I could see that he was suppressing a smile. "Sorry, couldn't resist," I replied. "I'm in. Just tell me what I need to do." "You really don't have to do much of anything," he began, then looked at his watch. "But let's get out of here. Do you have to go home right now?" "Are you kidding? You can't leave me hanging like this!" "Trust me," he laughed. "Patience is a virtue. Follow me to my house and I'll tell you the rest." I followed him, but I wasn't very happy about it. What I wanted was for him to tell me this "big secret" so I could go home and try it out on Cyn. I wasn't absolutely sure I believed him, but at that point, I was desperate. Getting head from a gorgeous woman had now become a distant memory. The last one came from the girl I dated before Cynthia. The last good one came from the girl before that. Damn, that was a long time ago. Cyn wasn't a total prude, though. She would watch porn with me on occasion, and, although she denied it, she also liked the girl-girl scenes. In fact, she had a lesbian fantasy that I wasn't supposed to know about. I replayed the events of my greatest discovery as I followed Steve. * * * * I had been trying for quite a while to try mutual masturbation, but she flat out refused. Hell, we were a good four years into our marriage before she admitted to masturbating at all. She may have denied it forever if I hadn't come home from work early to find her watching porn and working her fingers rhythmically in and around her sweet little va-noony. I recognized the tape she was watching immediately. It was one of mine that was all girl-girl. I had tried only once to get her to watch it with me, and, of course, she refused. She'd said she wasn't into girls and had actually been pretty hateful about it. And then there she was, not only a good half hour into it, but also diddling herself. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I silently peeked through the partially open door and watched the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Cyn was never very vocal during our sexual interludes, so you can imagine my surprise when I heard her voicing her pleasure. She wasn't loud, but she did seem to be enjoying herself. "mmmm...." she said, almost too quiet for me to hear. I recognized the scene, too. It was almost over, and it looked like Cynthia was relishing the scene finishing 69. But it was the next scene that piqued my interest. It was one of my favorites because the women looked like Cyn and Lisa. (They had been friends since jr high, so Steve and I naturally became friends through our wives.) I was curious about how Cynthia would react. Would she watch it or would she fast forward through it? As the scene began, I focused my attention on Cyn. Sure enough, she grabbed the remote. I knew it was too good to be true. She was going to fast forward to the next one. Oh well. She turned up the volume. "Yeah," she whispered. "Here it is." Did I hear her right? She had done this before! Apparently this was her favorite scene too. I watched her hand increase the tempo on her pussy, and develop a pretty interesting rhythm. She used her middle finger to stroke her clit a few times, then moved down to put the first two fingers into her tight hole. Then she repeated the whole process. Stroke stroke stroke plunge; stroke stroke stroke plunge. Meanwhile, as Lisa's doppelganger suckled the Cynthia-girl's tits, Cyn put down the remote. I watched her left hand snake up her shirt and squeeze first one, then the other nipple. Cyn's breathing increased in tempo, as well as the sexy self-pleasure she was giving herself. Her hips began to thrust upward to meet each plunge of her fingers, and quiver with each stroke of her sensitive clit. I turned my attention to the screen to see the Lisa-girl kissing her way down Cyn-girl's belly. Just as she looked at the prize in front of her and began to lower her head, the scene froze. "mmm...yeah," whispered a breathless Cynthia, as she stared at the screen and increased the tempo of her ministrations even more. "Yeah...eat me!" She pushed play; then went back to work on her sensitive nipples. The urgency in her voice was unmistakable; her breath was coming faster and faster; I could tell she was getting close. Looking back at the screen, I saw Lisa-girl swing her body around to push her pussy into Cyn-girl's face. Naturally, I checked to see Cynthia's reaction to this new development. "Oh, yeah!" Her whispers were getting louder, but still just whispers. I watched in amazement as she closed her eyes for just a dreamy moment. Her hips were bucking faster and faster as she stroked herself. I saw the hand inside her shirt linger for longer periods as she squeezed and pulled at her beautiful nipples. Her tongue slid out of her mouth. At first I thought she was simply licking her lips, but it was soon unmistakable that she was licking the imaginary pussy in front of her. As she neared her intense climax, her tongue moved expertly enough that I wondered if she'd actually gone down on a woman before. Then, finally, her sweet release. "OH!....YEAH!" she cried in a very loud whisper. She squeezed her legs together, seemingly trapping her hand on her clit. "Yeah!... Lisa!... mmmm." Her hip thrusts slowed to a stop as she rode the wave. And that was all she wrote for me. My first plan had been to let her finish; then act like I had just arrived and give her time to compose herself. Instead, I rushed into the room and fucked her. It's a good thing she had already cum, because I was done in three strokes. "How long were you there?" she asked as soon as I finished. I wondered if I should tell her the truth. Truth meant exposing a damn good fantasy for both of us, and maybe loosening her inhibitions a little. But then I saw how worried she was. There were tears in her eyes. "I just got here," I lied. "Sorry, baby, but I when I saw your hand on your bare twat, I just lost control. I thought you didn't masturbate?" "Did you hear me cum?" The tears were still there; threatening to fall. "You came?! Oh good. I thought my short stroking just cheated you out of a good one." "Yeah." She looked so relieved, I knew that I'd done the right thing. "I guess we can do it together one of these days." * * * * Steve was knocking on my window. "What the fuck, man? Did you pass out?" He stepped back as I opened the door. "No," I replied. Actually, I was sobering up. I still had a little bit of a buzz, but no where near soused. I needed to pee. "Is Lisa gonna be pissed about me coming here unexpected?" "Hell no. She may be a little disappointed that Cyn isn't with you, though. Come on." Walking through the door, I could tell that Lisa definitely wasn't expecting company. She was curled up on the couch reading a book, drinking a margarita, with her long legs tucked beneath her. She had on a black satiny robe that was wide open. The white, lacy camisole underneath showed her big round tits and pinkish-brown nipples in all their glory. "Steve!" she cried. "You didn't tell me we had company!" She swung her legs out, stood up, put down her book and drink, and tied the front of the robe. She seemed pretty clumsy, though, and before she got herself covered, I had seen it all. Her perfectly trimmed bush, those long legs that do, indeed, go all the way up, and one last lingering glance of those hardening nipples. Of course I pretended not to notice. "Take off that robe, baby. Let Mike see just how lucky I am." He winked at me and chuckled as my chin nearly hit the floor. "Are you crazy?" she began, as her shocked expression immediately turned red with embarrassment. "I can't..." "Studebaker," he interrupted. What the hell was going on? "Did you like seeing my tits, Mike?" she cooed, untying her robe. "I bet you want to touch them, don't you? What about my pussy? I showed it to you on purpose, you know. You pretended not to notice. But you saw it. It's ok; I want you to see me." As she finished talking, her robe hit the floor. Her soft, seductive smile was overpowering. Her nearly transparent camisole came down to the middle of her thigh, but nothing was really covered through the lace. I could see her entire body. "Penny for your thoughts?" She looked like a lioness stalking her prey. "I gotta pee." Yeah, I know. Steve laughed at me too, but what the hell can you say to that? Maybe if her husband wasn't there... I had two choices when I got to the bathroom. I could either try to will down my hard-on or pee on my chin. Somehow I was able to achieve the former. It took me longer than necessary in the bathroom, because I wasn't really in a hurry to return to that awkward situation, no matter how good she looked! When I finally came out, Lisa had her back to me. I know I should have looked away, but there wasn't a chance in hell. Besides, she was on the phone and seemed oblivious to my presence. My eyes traveled all the way up her legs to her firm, round, perfectly sculpted ass. The camisole did little to hide its perfect beauty. I could even see those little dimples in the small of her back. I was still enjoying the view when I realized she was talking to Cynthia. "Yeah, Steve brought him here because he was too drunk to drive." When she turned around to face me, I could see her other hand alternating from one nipple to the other. "He's asleep on the couch. Steve says he'll take him to his car sometime tomorrow." She smiled seductively at me and crooked her finger to call me over to her. I looked around for Steve, who was AWOL at the moment; then slowly approached Lisa. "Don't worry Cyn," she said, as she reached out and began rubbing my cock through my jeans. "I'll take good care of him...You're welcome...Bye." She dropped the phone, put both arms around my neck, and gave me a passionate kiss. "Steve went on a beer run. He told me to take care of your...problem while he's gone," she giggled. Leading me to the couch, she had my pants around my ankles, my ass on the couch, and was straddling me before I knew what was happening. Any resistance I may have had was gone as she immediately began making out with me. As our tongues intertwined, I seized the moment and lifted the camisole over her head. Now that her magnificent twin globes were completely exposed, I went to town on them. I tweaked one while sucking the other; she gyrated her hips against my exposed cock. Her hands were on the back of my head, pushing my face forcefully into her tits, while her fingers entwined in my hair. "Oh yeah," she moaned. "Don't be shy. Suck on them, baby. I like it rough." She only resisted when I reached down and tried to guide my engorged cock in to her steamy wetness. "No. Steve says I can't fuck you. I can only give you what you want." "This is what I want," I replied. "No it isn't, baby," she said, as she slid off my lap. "But I know just what to do." There was no teasing. She didn't slowly make her way anywhere. She simply slid off my lap, got down on her knees, and sucked my cock into her mouth in one fluid motion. To feel her completely envelop my cock, after such a long time without it, I damn near blew her head off. Rolling her tongue around the head for a few seconds, she began bobbing her head in earnest. She was still rolling her tongue around as she sucked, and, while I wanted to feel this way forever, I could tell my time was short. She began moaning onto my cock, causing a new vibrating sensation. Craning my head, I saw that she was rubbing and fingering her pussy while working on me. The way her tits jiggled and bounced as she worked on my previously neglected organ was captivating. Leaning forward, I reached down with both hands an captured a breast in each one. I gripped each tit firmly, pinching her nipples between my fingers. "Yeah," she said. "Pinch 'em hard. Pinch those nipples, baby." She had pulled off of my cock just long enough to cheer me on, then resumed her task. She moaned louder around my cock, causing an almost unbearable urge to dump my load. I held out for a little while, but the inevitable had finally arrived. Here's the awkward part. Some women get madder than hell if you cum in her mouth, while others like it. How would I find out without ruining the moment? Too late! "Here it comes!" I said, giving her a chance to pull away if she wanted to. She didn't. Instead, she forced her nose into my pubes as she stuffed my prick completely down her throat. Apparently, my climax triggered her own. She moaned louder as I pumped what felt like half of my bodily fluids down her throat. Both of us were thrashing about and making little animal noises as we came. "Did you like that, baby?" Shit! It was Steve. As Lisa nodded her head, a million thoughts raced through my mind. After his wife had literally sucked all the strength out of me, was I going to have to fight? Did I just lose both my wife and my friend in fifteen minutes? Did I just destroy the lifelong friendship our wives had shared? "Here you go, buddy," he said, holding out a beer. "You look like you could use one of these." He winked at me. "Watch this." He turned to Lisa. "Edsel." Lisa, who had rested her head on my lap, jumped up and noticed that she was naked and had been resting her head on my exposed prick. "Oh my God!" She was trying unsuccessfully to hide her naked body with her arms and hands. "Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry! I never meant to actually do it. I just like the idea." "Slumber party," said Steve. Lisa's hands dropped as quickly as her facial expression. She stood motionless with a blank look on her face. I still had a difficult time tearing my eyes away from her amazing body. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?" I asked, pulling up my jeans, still stealing glances at Lisa. I sat back down, while Steve sat in the chair directly in front of the couch. "Isn't it obvious? Hypnotic keywords." "Yeah, but I've always heard you couldn't make someone do something they didn't want to do through hypnosis." I was still confused. "You can't. But this is better than hypnosis. Not only will it remove all inhibitions, but it will also bring out all her deepest, darkest fantasies and give her the courage to make them a reality." "So, basically, you just helped me rape your wife." I was chagrined. And I was mad. How could a man just offer up the woman he supposedly loved above all others? How could he force her against her will? "Rape?" he blurted. "Did it feel like you forced her? It looked to me like she got off on it." "Yeah, but it wasn't really her. She was just doing as she was told." "That's where you're wrong, buddy. She wouldn't have done it on her own while I was here, or Cynthia either, for that matter. But, make no mistake; she wanted to. I just gave her the courage to do it. She was fully aware of what she was doing. That was her." "Then maybe you better explain it to me, because I figured 'Studebaker' put her under." "Wrong again. That one makes her forget any misgivings she has. 'Edsel' brings them back. She was embarrassed when I first told her to take off her robe, because she wanted you to see her. Didn't you notice it took her forever to cover up in the first place? She was that brazen with all her inhibitions intact. You were actually the second person she admitted to having a fantasy about. You're way up on the list, man." "And you're ok with this? Your wife just had my dick in her mouth! Why aren't you pissed?" This whole situation had taken a turn for the surreal. Obviously there are many men out there who fantasize about their wives fucking and sucking someone else (that's one of my own fantasies), but making it a reality? That was a whole different story. Wasn't it? "Remember when I said 'be careful what you wish for'?" he asked. "That's what I was talking about. When she either reveals a fantasy or accepts one that you suggest, it's your job to give it to her. It's only fair. Ready for another?" He was already on his way to the fridge. I didn't even realize my beer was empty. With all that was going on, I must have chugged it down. I looked over at Lisa. She was still standing like a statue, her long blonde hair looking like she just woke up. Her nipples were still on point, capping those gorgeous orbs that had absolutely no sag to them and had to be at least a D cup. There were no stretch marks on her amazingly flat belly because she and Steve had never had kids. (Something about a low sperm count. Keep reading, Don! ;-) Her pussy, inches from my face at eye level, had a slick sheen of juice covering her sweet, rosy lips and matting her pubes. The carpet didn't match the drapes, but it was damn close. Her breathing had returned to normal, but her face still had the flustered look of arousal. What a beautiful woman! I was getting another hard-on. "Hot, isn't she?" chuckled Steve. "I'm sorry, man," I began. "Don't worry about it. I know I'm a lucky man." He handed me a beer and sat back down, opening his own. "Are you going to leave her standing there?" I asked. "No." He turned to Lisa. "Sit down, baby. I'll wake you up in a little bit." Hypno-Video Ch. 01 She turned and sat down on the couch. Her movements were slow, but it didn't stop the delicious jiggle of her awesome tits immediately after I got another long, lingering look at her full round ass. Having her sitting right beside me with our thighs touching increased the temptation tenfold. I tore my gaze away and looked at Steve again. "So what you're offering is to hypnotize Cynthia for me, right." I still wasn't absolutely sure how all of this worked, but the idea of bringing all of her fantasies to the surface was definitely a good one. Lisa's hand came down on my thigh. "Fuck no, do I look like a psychiatrist?" "Then how..." "It's a video." He had to be fucking with me. "Right. So you just pop in 'Debbie Does Dallas' and out comes one of the Stepford Wives on ecstacy." "Hey, I didn't believe it at first either," he chuckled. "This is a DVD that you play for her. It kinda looks like a series of screen savers, but don't watch it for too long, or you'll go under too. Have her watch the whole thing; then, when it's done, she's under your control." "I thought you said she didn't do anything she didn't want to do," I said. "She didn't. But it was because of me; not her," he said. "See, this is where discipline comes in. It's also why I chose to share this with you. This video gives you complete control of whoever watches it. But I trust you not to abuse it. If I had any doubts, your look of disgust when you thought she was working against her will proved that I was right. Didn't even know you were being tested, huh?" "Actually, I thought I failed miserably when I didn't stop her from... I mean... and then I couldn't keep my eyes off... aw hell, I don't know what I mean." I guess I stumbled a bit. "I told you not to worry about it." Now he was laughing. "I set the whole thing up. Do you want me to show you how it works?" "Sure." When he told her to get dressed again, Lisa gave my thigh a squeeze, then stood up. I watched her ass as she bent over to pick up her clothes. Then, turning toward me, she pulled on her camisole. The way her tits raised and pressed together as she pulled it over her head wasn't lost on me, but when she began to tie the front of robe, Steve told her to leave it open, then instructed her to sit back down. "Good morning, beautiful," he said. Her face became animated again. "You remember everything, don't you, baby." "Yes," she said quietly. She looked at me with pleading eyes as her face turned red. "You won't tell Cyn, will you?" "Of course not," I replied. "How bout you?" "No," she replied. "Do you want some more, baby," asked Steve. "Yes." She was still looking at me. "Watch this movie with us, and then we'll give you what you want. I promise you won't be disappointed, babe." "Ok," she said, now turning to Steve. "Will it be what we talked about?" "I don't know," he said. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Why don't you ask him?" "You said you were going to," she said. She lowered her head. Was it shame? Embarrassment? I was suddenly madder than hell at Steve for fucking with her head like this. I felt so sorry for her. Why didn't he just "Studebaker" her so she wouldn't be so uncomfortable. I decided to bail her out. "Studebaker." "What?" She looked at me like I was crazy. "Slumber party," said Steve. Lisa's eyes glazed over again. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Well, she's obviously uncomfortable. Wouldn't it be easier without her inhibitions?" "Of course it would, but the idea here is for her to come out of her shell by herself. Besides, it's not just the words. Whoever takes control after she watches the tape is the only one who can control her. And here I was about to let you practice on her. Now I'm not so sure I can trust you." "Of course you can trust me," I said. "I just felt sorry for her." "Well if you want to do this for Cyn, you better let me be the teacher." "Sorry, dude. Proceed." I still didn't like it, but I wouldn't let him know that again. "Lisa," he began. "You will forget the last thing Mike said and we'll resume our conversation. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good morning, beautiful." As he spoke, Lisa became animated, looked at me, then looked down. "Mike," she began. I hated Steve for this. The son of a bitch shouldn't put her on the spot. She squeezed my thigh and looked me in the eye. "I've always wanted two men at the same time. Actually, I always wanted you to be the other man. Would you be willing?" "Yeah," I said. Instant hard-on! It was something I had always wanted too. I'm not into guys, but since I've always wanted two women at the same time, the idea of providing a woman the same fantasy while working together to give her the ultimate orgasm was another big turn-on for me. "Let's watch this movie first, baby," said Steve. "Slumber party. Lisa, you will not hear anything spoken until I say your name. Starting now. Do you understand?" No response. "Excellent. Now Mike, this is where you need to pay close attention. The video lasts about 15 minutes. As I said before, don't watch it or you'll go under too. While she's watching it, think of your own keywords to use on her. You can suggest anything from making her hornier to talking dirty while we fuck her. You'll have complete control of her for the rest of the night, but I will, of course, undo it when we're finished. Questions." "Will this fry her brain since she's already seen it before?" "No. You can have Cyn watch it as many times as you want; it's perfectly safe." "Does this really give you complete control, whether it's something she wants or not?" "Yeah, that's why you have to be careful." "Will this ruin our friendship?" "No, of course not. Lisa and I have been planning this for a while, now. Your plea for help tonight made it that much easier for us." He laughed. "We had plan after plan; then you just walked right into it. She really doesn't want Cynthia to know, though." "Then what are we waiting for?" "Right on, man!" he said. "Lisa." "Yes." "Good morning, beautiful." She put her hand back on my thigh as Steve turned to put the DVD into the player. "This is your copy, by the way. We'll see if it works. To birds with one stone, you know." He chuckled. While Steve was busy getting everything ready, (have you ever noticed that electronics take forever to power up and get started, especially when you're in a hurry?) Lisa ran her hand up my thigh, gave my prick a good squeeze, and whispered in my ear. "Can we do it by ourselves when Steve goes to work in the morning?" I nodded. Holy shit, this was turning into the greatest night of my life! "Good," she said. "That's what I really want. Steve says he's the only on that gets my pussy. I want you to have it." She was still rubbing and squeezing my cock. I was stunned. He hadn't doused her reservations, so she was obviously speaking from the heart. Maybe she wanted to make this a regular thing. Cyn and I make our living on the internet, so I was available to her any time she was ready. As a matter of fact, Steve was the only one of the four of us who worked outside of the home. Hell yeah, I'd do it! "Sounds great to me," I whispered. As Steve turned around, she moved her hand back toward my knee. "Ok, baby," he began. "Watch this movie first." He picked up the remote, then gestured for me to follow him into the kitchen. Lisa was staring at the screen with a blank expression. "Ok," he said as I sat down at the table. He got us another beer. "Here's what we need to do. First of all, you're my best friend, but I can't let you fuck her pussy. Obviously, since you're in such a dire need for a blow job, it works out for both of us." "Obviously," I said, trying not to smile. I was going to have that pussy. "Second, we need to think of what we can do to make this better for all of us. Any suggestions?" "This is another test, isn't it?" I said. "She needs a word to make her more and more turned on every time she hears it." "Good. What else?" "Well, is she multi-orgasmic? We need a word to make her cum every time she hears it, so she'll... well, so it'll be better for her." "Maybe we need to convince her to take one of us in her pussy and one in her ass," he suggested. "Fuck no!" I replied. "Do you want every anti-anal negative commentator to leave messages at the end of this chapter about how I need to grow up and 'quit ruining a good story?' It's bad enough that I'm gonna have to hear from all the anti-wife-sharers." "What?" "Never mind. If you want to stick it in her pooper, go ahead, but I'm not." "Alright, then, can you think of anything else?" I could tell he was disappointed, but I wouldn't want to offend the haters on an obvious pet-peeve. Maybe I can come up with something new for them to bitch about. "No, I think that's about it," I replied. "What about talking dirty?" he asked. "Wouldn't it be better for us if she was talking like a cheap whore?" Cheap whore? What the fuck? "No offense, buddy, but if she's gonna have my dick in her mouth, I don't think I want her talking." "Alright, then," he laughed. "I guess we'll just go for those two." He looked at his watch. "The video is just about over. We should get out there. Do you know what words you're going to use?" "Yeah." "Ok, here's how you do it: first, make sure she can hear you and ask her what the movie was about. You might be surprised at what she comes up with. Then you put your keywords and suggestions in the form of a command. Like: 'when I say this, you will do that.' Understand?" "Yeah." "Let's go, then." But he grabbed my sleeve as I turned. "Wait. I just had an idea. If you tell her that hearing the keywords from either one of us will work, I won't have to reverse anything. I've already used the DVD to forbid her from fucking around without either my presence or permission. That way, we can just go to bed after we're done. You'll be sleeping in the guest room, of course." "Of course." I was trying not to hide my obvious disappointment. Damn! I was going to fuck her tomorrow. Shit! The video was paused as we entered the living room, and Lisa looked like a zombie. She was staring blankly at the screen, but, on closer inspection, I saw that she'd been busy. Her hands were perfectly still at the moment, almost like someone had pushed her "pause" button. Her pussy was fully exposed again, her right hand between her legs while her left had lifted the camisole enough to allow access to her nipples. She had two fingers buried in her wet snatch, while the first two fingers of her left hand had her right nipple pulled taut. She obviously had a firm grip on it. She was still breathing hard. My hard-on was back in spite of my own reservations. I sat down in the chair and wondered if my part in this was just as unethical as Steve's. "Lisa, can you hear me?" I asked. Steve was standing behind her; I assumed to prevent interference while I talked to her. "Yes." She was still a little breathless. "Did you like the movie?" "Oh, yeah," she said. Her hands moved ever so slightly. "It's ok, Lisa, keep playing with yourself." She sighed as her hands quickly resumed what they had obviously been doing before I got there. "What did you see on the video?" "Me. It was a video of me.... and Cynthia." Oh hell yeah! If both of these hotties had a thing for each other, I could definitely see a bright future ahead of me. Steve had a smirk on his face. Suddenly I couldn't stand him. I had to be careful. Lisa's hands were still busy, her face flushed with her growing excitement. "What were you and Cynthia doing?" "I was eating her pussy. She was about to do it to me too, but then you walked in." The plot thickens. I had to resist the urge to stroke my now aching cock as she quickened her pace on her sopping pussy. "Did I make you stop." "mmm... no. You got behind me. You were fucking me while I ate your wife's pussy. Cyn tilted her body to where she could watch you and play with my tits at the same time." My dick was so hard it hurt! To have such a gorgeous woman that I had lusted for years start telling me about a fantasy about fucking me and eating my wife was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. "Was Steve there?" I was trying to do the man a favor, but wound up pissing both of us off. He didn't see the look of anger and disgust cross her face that infuriated me, but we both heard the response that pissed him off. "No!" she said. "He doesn't deserve two women at once. He's sick." Steve was angrily making the cut-off motion with his hand, so I shrugged, mouthed "sorry" to him, and thought of what to do next. I was definitely going to get to the bottom of this, though. Apparently he wasn't the Dudley Do-right he had claimed to be. He had somehow pissed his wife off on a subconscious level. Probably by putting it in her ass. "Lisa, I'm now going to give you a few words to help you along. When I say 'first down', you will become more aroused. The more I say it, the more aroused you'll become. Do you understand?" "Yes," she said. Her hands were still busy. Steve chuckled, then gave me a thumbs up, then gestured "me too." Oh yeah, I forgot. Or at least tried to. "Lisa, the words I'm giving you will work when either Steve or I say them. Do you understand?" "Yes." There was another look of anger, but I ignored it and pressed on. "Now, when one of us says 'touchdown, Oklahoma!' you will cum. Hard. In fact, you're orgasms will become better and better every time you hear it. But you can't cum without permission. Do you understand?" "Yes." "You are in a trance, right now, Lisa. When one of us says 'halftime,' you will fall back into your trance. When one of us says 'kickoff,' you will awaken. Do you understand?" "Yes." "I am about to wake you up now. When you wake up, we are going to fulfill your two man fantasy. You can keep playing with yourself, if you want to. Kickoff." "Ohhhh..." she moaned. Her hands picked up the pace as she looked me in the eye and put three fingers in her sopping snapper. Her thumb was stroking her clit. "Damn, Lisa, you're about to get a first down." I decided to test it a little. She moaned, closed her eyes as her fingers plunged quicker and deeper, then looked at me again. Steve made his way around the front of the couch, sat beside his wife and leaned over to suck on her tit. She never took her eyes off me as she moved her now bored left hand down to her clit and stroked while her right hand kept plunging. "Wow," I said. "Steve is moving the ball down the field for another first down." She moaned again, closed her eyes, and looked back at me with full blown lust in her eyes. I was amazed at how easily she could be manipulated to give her better sex, but I still didn't see how a guy could force his wife to do something against her will. My contempt for Steve was almost anticlimactic, but my lust for Lisa would definitely win out. She rolled her eyes as he took her left hand and placed it on his engorged cock. Now, I was confused. If he had control of her, why was she giving me every sign that he didn't? If he had the power to prevent her from fucking someone else, how could she tell me we were going to? "Steve," she said, suddenly breathless. "We're being rude to our guest. Why don't I get him ready while you watch?" "Sounds good to me, baby," he said. As she got up and walked toward me, he said the magic words again. She stumbled a bit, but the way she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and gave her mound a quick squeeze was awesome. Pushing me back into the chair, she straddled my lap. Because I was still fully dressed, she was able to grind her bare twat down on me, but with clothes in the way. At least I could get her off with my dick, even if I couldn't put it in her. She began kissing me, her tongue rolling around mine as she moaned into my mouth. Her hips were grinding faster and faster on my covered cock. I lifted the camisole over her head, leaving her completely naked. This time, though, I resumed kissing her as I manipulated her sensitive nipples with my hands. She was holding my face in her hands, elbows out to allow me access to her tits. "Why don't I get us another beer," said Steve, as he headed for the kitchen. "Will you get me another margarita, honey?" she asked. She pulled away just long enough to ask the question, then pulled my face back into hers and resumed our kissing. Her hips never stopped grinding. Steve walked back, grabbed her glass, and walked back into the kitchen, whistling. As soon as he got to the kitchen, she pulled away and hugged me. Her hair was completely covering our faces. She nibbled my ear then whispered. "He'll have to mix some more," she giggled. She was trying to be as quiet as possible. Naughty girl. Sure enough, we heard "shit!" from the kitchen. Now we both tried not to laugh too loud. I reached down and grabbed her hips. She didn't need any help grinding herself onto my cock, but I was enjoying myself. She started moving faster and faster on my cock, my hands having a hard time keeping up with her. Steve was loudly rummaging through the cabinets. "Do you want to cum?" I asked. "Oh, yes," she said, "but I don't know if I can. I keep getting close, but I can't seem to finish. Can you finish me?" "Promise to be quiet?" "Oh, yeah, just..." "Touchdown, Oklahoma," I whispered. "mmmmmmmph..." she squealed through tightly clinched lips as she ground her hips tighter against my groin. Her hips moved quickly and, just as I thought she was about to give us away, she moved her mouth to mine and moaned uncontrollably through our kisses. It's not that I gave a fuck if he didn't want her to cum yet, but I sure didn't want him to end the party before I got off in her delicious mouth one more time. She moved back to my ear. I could hear Steve getting ice out of the tray. "Thank you, baby," she whispered. "I don't know what word you use, but use it a lot tonight, ok?" "You know about the keywords?" I was dumbfounded. I guess I thought she would be oblivious. She must have read my mind. "I know I'm not supposed to know about any of this, but he hasn't had actual control over me for a while now. Say the horny word again." "First down?" "Ohhh..." she whispered. "Thank you. He made me do things. Awful things. As soon as I figured out what was going on, I reversed it. I've been playing along since then. Say it again." "First down." And I thought I was dumbfounded before. She moaned and began grinding her hips again. So she had done all of this of her own free will. "So how come my keywords are working, then? First down." "mmm... I let you put me in the trance because I trusted you. I heard you talking to him and I saw the disgusted look on your face. That's why I allowed you to do it. Tell me I wasn't wrong. Please. Will you help me? Please help me." Motherfucker! I knew the son of a bitch was lying to me. Whatever he had put her through was apparently appalling. I had already made up my mind before she asked me. He just started the blender; there wasn't much time left. Her hips were still moving violently. "Do you want me to get you out of here?" "No!" she hissed. "I can't leave yet. There are some things I have to take care of first. Say it again." "First down." This was getting unreal. "So, you want to go through with this?" "Of course I do. I've L... wanted to do this for a long, long time. We can talk tomorrow. Don't let him reverse your keywords, though. And keep using them!" "First down, first down, first down." "OOOOOHHHH" We were kissing again as Steve walked back into the living room. Lisa's pussy was rubbing against me so violently, I was about to cum. I was kneading her tits and pinching her nipples so hard, I thought I was going to rip a hole in them... and she still wanted it rougher. Steve interrupted at just the right time. Hypno-Video Ch. 01 "You haven't let her cum yet?" he was incredulous. "Touchdown, Oklahoma!" "OHHHH YESSSSSSS!" she yelled. She pulled my face into hers and mashed our lips together as her hips crushed down and her tongue went down my throat. She seemed to cum forever until, finally, she slowed to a stop. She was still panting as she laid her head on my chest to catch her breath. "Whew, that was awesome!" she said. "Come and get your margarita, baby," said Steve. The cocksucker winked at me then. "You look like you could use a break." Lisa rolled her eyes again, gave me one last lingering kiss, and got up. She was fully nude, so her slow walk to the couch, although only a few feet away, passed by like the slow motion scene in "10," except I was watching an awesome jiggling ass, rather than bouncing boobs. I was completely convinced that she was teasing me as she bent over at the waist to grope her husband. I figured since it was for me, I was going to savor the inviting view she had laid out in front of me. I ran my gaze up her long, luscious legs, to that little light spot right under each cheek that never tans. I could see her precious mound peeking out from between her legs. Her firm, round cheeks topped those awesome legs with perfect grace. But, then came the unexpected. As she leaned in to kiss him, I felt a burning jealousy that caught me by surprise. This was my angel and he had no right to be kissing or touching her in any way! I took a minute to compose myself. After all, I was the invited guest here, and the sure fire way to blow it would be to start acting jealous now. Of course the view was good enough to bring me back to happy thoughts. But not quite. "I gotta pee again." I had gone several times that evening, but this was only the second time I announced it. Lisa quickly looked at me. I didn't know if she could tell what was wrong with me, but she did look concerned. In the bathroom, I resisted the urge to do the Johnny Cash/Dewey Cox ripping the sink off the wall temper tantrum. I was so pissed off at Steve for what he had put my poor Lisa through, and I was pissed at Lisa for still being intimate with him. I knew she was just going through the motions and that, as a married man (married to her best friend, no less) that I had no right to be jealous, but I couldn't help it. The way she lovingly held my cheeks to kiss me, her incessant dry humping of my still raging hard cock, the teasing way she bent over to show me what I couldn't have yet. It was almost overwhelming. Almost. As much as I wanted to rip his dick off, I finally decided to play it cool and finish what we started. "First down," I said as I entered the living room. Steve was kneeling in the floor as he ate her pussy. "Ohhh..." she said, as she pulled his head into her dripping snatch. Her other hand was toying with her nipples again. I resisted the urge to kick him in the balls before I sat down. I still didn't know what he had put her through (I wasn't sure I wanted to know), but I had to keep cool. Sitting in the chair, though, I could look at Lisa. The sight of an aroused woman can calm the most savage beast, so I sipped my beer as I gazed into her eyes. 'Stay with me,' she mouthed. She was looking at me so lovingly that I was back under her spell. I would do anything for her. "First down," I said. "Yeah," she said. "Take out your cock, Mike. I want to see you stroke it for me." I stood up and took off my pants, then sat back down. Of course little Mike was standing at full attention. I still wasn't sure about this, though. The only reason I wanted to try mutual masturbation with Cyn was to see her do it. Now Lisa was asking me to do it while she was getting her pussy eaten. But I had an idea. She wasn't looking at me just then. She was looking at my cock. Slowly moving my hand toward my very erect prick, I decided to make her love it. "Touchdown Oklahoma!" I yelled just as my hand closed around my dick. "Oh... Ohh... Ohhhh!" she moaned as she pulled Steve's head into her pussy. Her eyes locked with mine as her orgasm subsided. Apparently Steve wanted to eat her some more and gave her a few more first downs before resuming his work on her. Ironic as it sounds, I let go of my inhibitions. If baby wanted to watch me jack-off, then baby would get it. After all, she was still being nice enough to play with those big ole boobies for me, and I had already watched her play with her sweet little pussy a while ago, so returning the favor was the gentlemanly thing to do. Besides, with the way she was looking at me with those big brown eyes, resistence was futile. "First down," I said. She closed her eyes for a moment and pinched hard at her nipples. I was (and am) still completely in love with my wife, but Lisa wasn't the only one who'd had a long time fantasy. I'd wanted Lisa since the day I met her, but there was more to it than that. I wanted both of them. And I wanted both of them to want each other as well as me. I realize I just voiced the common fantasy of damn near every man in the world, but, from what I could tell, I had it. I'd learned that they both fantasized about each other, and Lisa wanted me. If she had made anything perfectly clear, that was it. My immediate future was looking brighter and brighter! 'Don't cum yet,' she mouthed as our eyes remained locked. Every time she looked at my cock, I gave her a "first down," and every time our eyes met, I fell harder and harder for her. Suddenly it was all clear to me. (Steve gave her a muffled first down.) With my sudden hatred for the man who had been my friend just a few hours before, the rapid emergence of intense and irrational jealousy, and an obsessive need to protect and rescue this beautiful woman from him, I came to the realization that, somewhere along the way, I had fallen in love with her. I wondered how she felt. "First down," I said. 'I love you,' I mouthed. "Ohhh..." she groaned. Looking directly at me she mouthed 'say it again.' "First down?" She groaned again, shaking her head. 'I love you.' "Ohhh..." she groaned, her hips were bucking as she held his head in place. I could tell she was getting close, and was about to bail her out when she came up with an idea. 'Make me cum and tell me,' she mouthed. Ooh, kinky. Naughty girl wanted me to pledge my undying devotion while making her husband think her powerful orgasm was due to his expert slit-licking. (I'm a dedicated pussy eater, and I could tell that Steve wasn't worth a damn at it.) Sounded good to me, but Steve beat me to the punch. "Touchdown Oklahoma," he said before burying his face back into her snatch. 'I love you, baby,' I mouthed. "OHH, God!" she yelled. "Again again again!" She was holding Steve's head in place, rubbing her pussy violently on his face, and looking at me. "Touchdown Oklahoma," I said. 'I love you.' "OHHHHH, YESSS!" she yelled as her second consecutive orgasm ripped through her body. As Steve lifted his head and moved to the side, she jumped up and rushed to me. I fought the urge to pull her down onto my lap as she started kissing me. Our tongues wrestled like snakes in heat once again as her hands went straight to my cock. She kissed her way across my neck and to my ear, her hands furiously pumping up and down on my not so stable cock. She would have to stop if she wanted me to last. "I love you, too," she whispered, almost to faintly for me to hear. But I heard her. Loud and clear, I heard. I almost came right then. She kissed her way down my body, her hands never leaving my cock. Steve moved in behind her as she made her way down. He pulled her hips back into him as she knelt on the floor. Meanwhile, while still holding on with both hands, her mouth enveloped the head of my prick as she started that tongue rolling trick. Steve had no trouble entering his wife's now dripping pussy. "First down," I said, making her moan around my engorged prick. Steve was pumping away furiously in and out of her precious twat; his hand reached around to stroke her clit. The thought of him fucking her; knowing that I wasn't allowed caused a flash of anger that was enough to make me hold out for a while longer. But I had to be careful not to wear out my welcome now. Lisa pulled away from my cock and looked at me. Her hands were still stroking me. 'I love you,' she mouthed. Apparently I had created a monster. I had hoped she wouldn't mind my revelation, but to have her fully embrace it, knowing she felt the same way, well, that went above and beyond what I could hope for. It was time to reward her. "First down," I said. Her mouth plunged back down on my cock. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "First down. First down." Her constant moaning brought back that vibrating sensation that almost sent me over the edge. But I held out. I wanted her to cum at the same time I did. But Steve had other ideas. "Touchdown, Oklahoma," he cried as he held her hips still, his prick buried deeply in her snatch. I could tell he was cumming in her by the stupid look on his face. I hate to sound unappreciative, but Steve was really taking the fun out of his wife blowing me. It would have been much more satisfying if he hadn't been there. Of course she came too and now it was up to me. At least there was that. "Stick with me, Lisa, almost there," I said. I was close, but I could hold out. "First down. First down. First down." I was going to get her off again. She moaned appreciatively. Steve didn't look very happy just then. He got up, found his pants and put them back on. Then he turned back toward us and sat down. As he took a drink of his beer, he looked a little left out. I think he may have been a little jealous that I held out longer and I would get to provide her last orgasm of the evening. Cry about it, fucker! Turning my attention back to Lisa, I reached down and grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples again. And, once again, she was rubbing and fingering that delicious pussy. I had to stifle another laugh as I looked at Steve. He looked like he was about to cry. I was getting close. She redoubled her efforts as I rewarded each new sensation with "first down." I pinched and pulled her nipples roughly, the way I knew she liked it. With her hands, mouth, and talented tongue working their magic, I was at the end of the line. "Unnnngh... touchdown, Oklahoma!" Damn that was close! I almost waited too long. Once again, Lisa deep-throated me as I pumped my load down her throat for the second time. Her entire body bucked and thrashed as she tore through her climax. We both slowed to a stop this time and, somehow, I stayed in the chair and she stayed in front of me. For a minute there, I thought we might bounce each other outside. "Oh, that was awesome!" she said, resting her head on my lap. "I bet I sleep like a baby tonight." I was absentmindedly stroking her hair. Steve was apparently ready to call it a night. "Well, baby, let's go to bed," he said, picking up her camisole and robe. "I have to work tomorrow. Mike, you know where the guest bedroom is. Right next to that bathroom you spent half the night in." He winked at me again. I had to bite back another laugh. He had to be the worst actor I had ever seen. I walked over to the DVD player, got my new DVD, and winked back at him. Behind his back, Lisa was mock-laughing, presumably trying to make me laugh. Naughty girl. I was going to enjoy my new partner in crime. She was still naked. "Good night, you guys. And thank you! Both of you." I walked to the guest room and went to bed. The clock on the night stand said 2:18. I had that dazed, disoriented feeling you get when you wake up unexpectedly in a strange place. I tried to figure out what woke me up as my eyes adjusted to the light. Then I became aware of a hand squeezing my cock. I could finally see her sweet face in the light of the clock. "I had to wait until he fell asleep to tell you goodnight," she whispered. Her hand was still busy. "You better be ready to use this in the morning, I've been waiting for too long." "Why don't we get a head start, baby?" I asked, reaching out and pinching a nipple. She was naked. A boy can dream can't he? "Because if he catches us, he'll know I killed his power over me. Besides, you need rest. I want you fully recovered tomorrow." I pulled her to me. She let go of my dick, straddled me, and possessively grabbed my cheeks again. This time our kisses were tender and loving, but no less passionate. I kept my hands off her tempting boobs as we made out like lovers in love. Instead, my hands were on her back, lovingly caressing her. She was still holding my face, but her hips remained still. I didn't know if she was trying to keep from starting something we'd be stupid to start, but my own motivation was clear. I wasn't making out as a preamble to sex. I didn't think she was either. "Did you mean it?" she asked, as she sat up. She was looking at me. "Yes." I could have played games, but decided against it. Instead, I let those big brown eyes capture me again. "Tell me." "I love you, Lisa." "I love you too. What about Cynthia." I knew this would come up. I just hoped I could make her understand. "I love her too." I remember thinking that this may be the shortest lived love affair ever. "So do I. Is that ok? Do you think we could all love each other?" Talk about a wet dream coming true! "Gee, let me think!" "I'm serious, damn you!" she giggled; slapping me on the arm. "I say we need to give it hell trying." "Ok," she said, leaning down to kiss me again. "Goodnight, baby," she said, stepping to the floor and standing up. I grabbed her hand. "Not yet." "Shhhh..." she laughed. "We have to go to bed before we get caught." She bent down and kissed me again. "I know, I just want you to stay. I wish you could." Another kiss. "I'll be in here as soon as he leaves," she said, standing up. We were still holding hands. "Well, I'll come in as soon as he comes back to check on us. I think he suspects something." She leaned down to give me a last, lingering kiss. "Good night, baby. I love you." "Good night, Lisa. I love you too." As I watched her walk to the door, I suddenly had an evil thought. Well, not evil, maybe just ornery as hell. "Lisa," I whispered. She was standing at the door and turned around. "Touchdown, Oklahoma!" It was so cute. She grabbed the door facing with both hands. Putting her head in the crook of her elbow, she groaned through extra heavy breathing as the orgasm swept through her awesome hotness. Her entire body shuddered as it came to a close and she seemed a little weak in the knees. What an erotic sight! I couldn't help laughing, though. "Asshole!" she whispered loudly. "I'm gonna remember that." "Good night, baby! May your dreams be as sweet as mine!" She flipped me off, but I could see her smile. "I love you." "I love you too." She closed the door. This time, I let her. Hypno-Video Ch. 02 Author's note: I decided to try something new this time around. While I still recommend reading the first chapter, I also understand that it's kind of a pain in the ass. So I've added the last few paragraphs if chapter 1 to the beginning of this chapter to help the reader figure out where the story is. Will it work? You tell me. I pulled her to me. She let go of my dick, straddled me, and possessively grabbed my cheeks again. This time our kisses were tender and loving, but no less passionate. I kept my hands off her tempting boobs as we made out like lovers in love. Instead, my hands were on her back, lovingly caressing her. She was still holding my face, but her hips remained still. I didn't know if she was trying to keep from starting something we'd be stupid to start, but my own motivation was clear. I wasn't making out as a preamble to sex. I didn't think she was either. "Did you mean it?" she asked, as she sat up. She was looking at me. "Yes." I could have played games, but decided against it. Instead, I let those big brown eyes capture me again. "Tell me." "I love you, Lisa." "I love you too. What about Cynthia." I knew this would come up. I just hoped I could make her understand. "I love her too." I remember thinking that this may be the shortest lived love affair ever. "So do I. Is that ok? Do you think we could all love each other?" Talk about a wet dream coming true! "Gee, let me think!" "I'm serious, damn you!" she giggled; slapping me on the arm. "I say we need to give it hell trying." "Ok," she said, leaning down to kiss me again. "Goodnight, baby," she said, stepping to the floor and standing up. I grabbed her hand. "Not yet." "Shhhh..." she laughed. "We have to go to bed before we get caught." She bent down and kissed me again. "I know, I just want you to stay. I wish you could." Another kiss. "I'll be in here as soon as he leaves," she said, standing up. We were still holding hands. "Well, I'll come in as soon as he comes back to check on us. I think he suspects something." She leaned down to give me a last, lingering kiss. "Good night, baby. I love you." "Good night, Lisa. I love you too." As I watched her walk to the door, I suddenly had an evil thought. Well, not evil, maybe just ornery as hell. "Lisa," I whispered. She was standing at the door and turned around. "Touchdown, Oklahoma!" It was so cute. She grabbed the door facing with both hands. Putting her head in the crook of her elbow, she groaned through extra heavy breathing as the orgasm swept through her awesome hotness. Her entire body shuddered as it came to a close and she seemed a little weak in the knees. What an erotic sight! I couldn't help laughing, though. "Asshole!" she whispered loudly. "I'm gonna remember that." "Good night, baby! May your dreams be as sweet as mine!" She flipped me off, but I could see her smile. "I love you." "I love you too." She closed the door. This time, I let her. ***************************** Ch. 2 I woke up with a start the next morning. Before I fell asleep the night before, I'd planned to wake up and go to Lisa. I found staying away from her damn near impossible, torturing myself with thoughts of her in the endless moments before sleep. The thought of her in there sleeping with him was pure hell. I wanted to get to her as fast as I could. As it turns out, I didn't need to. I was laying on my back while Lisa was laying in the crook of my arm, her head resting sweetly on my chest, one leg possessively draped over me, and she was sound asleep. I reached up and stroked her hair as I marveled in her beauty. I had to stretch my neck a little to look at her sweet face, but it was worth it. Still stroking her hair, I kissed her forehead. I didn't mean to wake her up. "Mmm... good morning,"she said. I swear that girl had a smile that would light up a room. She leaned forward to kiss me. "Good morning," I replied. "Turns out I like waking up next to you. I'm afraid we're gonna have to do this again. And again, and again, and again!" I got the laugh I was going for, but there was a hint of sadness in it. She propped herself up on my chest and looked closely at me. Those big brown eyes captured me once again, but there was a melancholy air about her. The loving, lusting look she'd had the night before was gone. She must have changed her mind. I would hide the hurt, though. If nothing else, just to make it easier on her. "Guess you changed your mind, huh?" I said. "Don't worry about it. It's not the first time a woman had different feelings for me the morning after. Hell, one girl actually chewed her arm completely off." "No, it's not that," she began, then giggled. "Come on, Mike, 'chewed her arm off?' I just... there's some things we need to talk about. I still want you. You wouldn't believe how much I want you! But there's... I don't want to drag you into something... I don't have the right to..." I cut her off with a kiss. I had no idea what she was talking about, and I didn't care. I had already decided to take the good with the bad. If she needed my help with something, she was going to get it. If I had to kick the shit plumb out of her husband, well, I already wanted to do that, so we'd both win. But what I was a little concerned with was my morning breath. "I need to brush my teeth so you don't taste shit-mouth and decide to quit kissing me." "Yeah, I could use some freshening up too. I need to take a shower." "Could you say that again, baby?" I asked. "I've had wet dreams that started just like that." "Would you stop?" she laughed. "I really do need to take one, and brush my teeth too. I think I have a new toothbrush that you can use." "So, I guess we can brush our teeth before we take a shower, huh?" "Oh really?" she said. "Who invited you?" "Showers can be very slippery," I said, putting my arms around her. "I have to make sure you don't fall and hurt yourself." We kissed again. "You're under my protection now." She got that sad look again and looked down. "Hey," I said, lifting her chin. "I'm serious. And if we're going to have any fun while we... I'm sorry, when I FINALLY get to make love to you, you're gonna have to cheer up." "You just don't know what you're getting into," she said. There had been a hint of a smile, though. "Yes I do. And she's sooo worth it!" She kissed me, got up, and headed for the door. She was still wearing her camisole. "Baby," I said. She turned around. I bit back a laugh when I saw that she was holding on to the door facing "You're wearing entirely too many clothes." She flipped the back of it up to flash her bare ass at me as she walked out the door. My momma raised no fool. I was right on her heels. She was so attentive. In the bathroom, she opened the new toothbrush, put toothpaste on it after getting it wet, and handed it to me. And she was naked. For a man and woman to brush their teeth together seems like the most unerotic thing in the world. But when a pervert and a naked goddess do it, it's erotic as hell! The beguiling way her tits jiggled as she brushed was captivating. So much so that I got busted. (No... well, ok, pun intended.) "Hey," she said, looking at me through the mirror while rinsing her brush. "I'm up here." "Sorry." "No you're not," she chuckled. Turning around, she opened the cabinet and got a towel and washrag for each of us. Then she turned the water on and put her hand under the faucet to test the temperature. In case you've never taken a bath before, this means she had to bend over a little. I rinsed my toothbrush quickly, but was slow to put it down and turn around. Through the mirror, I watched her long, luscious legs go up and make an ass of themselves. And what an ass! She didn't have that leathery skin that tanning bed addicts acquire, but she did have a pretty good tan. Near the top of her perfectly round ass was a light, untanned triangle. The thought of her parading around the beach or pool in a thong was enough to get Little Mike stirring. I turned around, and looked at her sweet pussy peeking out from between her legs. It looked much different than the last time I saw it. It reminded me of a joke and I laughed before I could stop it. "What's so funny?" she asked, turning around. "Nothing," I said. Boobs now. Awesome! "Bullshit. Tell me." "I just can't believe I'm in here with you. And you're naked!" I replied. I couldn't tell her the truth. No way. She'd never let me touch her again. The joke was: "What does a pussy look like? The delicate petals of a rose. What does a pussy look like after sex? Ever see a bulldog eating mayonnaise?" Tell that to a woman and just see how hard she laughs, and how long it takes you to see that pussy again. She had turned back around to turn the shower on, so I grabbed that sweet little ass. "Hey!" she said, standing up quickly and turning around. "Sorry. Had to see if it feels as good as it looks." "Well, does it?" she flirted. "Trick question. There's no right answer." "Smart boy," she said, stepping into the shower. "Coming, dear?" I was undressed and in the shower in nothing flat. Of course she was hogging all the water, but I didn't care. There is nothing more beautiful than a hot, naked, wet woman. I took in all her beauty. She had already wet her hair, so I was treated to the hair pulled back, simply beautiful face of a beautiful woman. I never knew why, but I've always found it the sexiest look a woman can attain. (Besides the beautiful glow of a pregnant woman, that is.) Moving my gaze down, her full, round breasts caught my attention next. I watched as a thousand trickles of water took turns making sexy little paths down her body, focusing on the ones trailing to the end of her hard nipples and dripping down. Those nipples. They were in perfect proportion to the size of her D-cup tits. I watched as the water cascaded down her flat belly, across her fetching little oval belly button, and disappear into her neatly trimmed bush. Below were the beautiful pink lips I had waited so long for. Her tan line in the front was almost as small as the one in the back. I couldn't wait to see her in that bikini! Wait. I looked again. No tan lines on the boobs. Awesome! As my eyes traveled slowly back up her body, I met her eyes. "Are you done?" she giggled. "Sorry. I was looking for an ugly spot. I'm starting to think there's not one." She laughed and hit me on the arm. Titties jiggling again. Excellent. Stepping forward, she wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her lips onto mine. Our tongues dueled as she pressed her warm, naked body against mine. My cock, which had risen to full attention now, nestled against her brittle bush. I could feel her full rack pressing and flattening (well, not quite flat ;-) against my chest as our first make-out session of the day continued. "Mmm..." she said as our lips parted, and she looked deeply into my eyes. "I don't think you need keywords to turn me on today." "Whatever you want, baby," I replied. "Just don't forget to let me cum later." I made a quick decision. After all, was it fair to deny her an orgasm until I was ready? "Halftime," I said. Her face went blank and her body relaxed, but she didn't fall. Her arms remained around my neck. "Lisa, can you hear me?" "Yes." "You will still cum when I say 'touchdown, Oklahoma,' but you can cum any time you want to. Do you understand?" "Yes," she replied. "Whenever you think you want to have an orgasm, you will cum. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Same goes for 'first down.' You will become more and more turned on when I say it, but you can also become more and more turned on just by thinking about it. Do you understand?" "Yes." One more thing. She had expressed a lack of trust in her husband last night. "No keywords will ever work for Steve again. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Kickoff." She reanimated. "Well, are you going to answer me?" she asked. "I'm sorry, what was the question?" I kinda forgot where we left off. "I said, don't forget to let me... Oh my!" I caught her as she stumbled, but I had to backpedal until my back was against the wall. She gripped me tighter around my neck and ground her pussy into my bare cock, which fit nicely along her slit, as her surprise orgasm swept through her body. Her breasts were still planted firmly on my chest, but now I could feel her hard nipples grazing my chest as she thrashed around. I reached down and grabbed that incredible ass and pulled her into me as she moaned her pleasure. "Whew! That was incredible! I didn't even... What did you do?" Understandably concerned, she let go of me and took a step back. "Don't worry, baby. I'm the one you can trust." "Then tell me what you did." She looked hurt. "I just put the power in your hands. You can push that horny button whenever you want to. And when you think you want to cum; you'll cum." "What else?" "I took away Steve's power." "Is that it?" "Of course it is. Why would I do anything different?" Her expression changed so quickly and dramatically, I had to catch my breath. I was instantly transported back to my hatred for Steve, but then to see such a beautiful woman look at me with complete devotion was overwhelming as hell. I stepped forward again and took her into my arms. She eagerly pressed into me full bodied as our lips sought each other out again. My hands traveled back down to that sweet ass again, pulling her closer and enabling her to grind against my cock again. She did. The length of my schlong ran entirely up her slit, with the head nestled against her sensitive clit. She moaned into my mouth as she began moving faster. She didn't last long though. "Mmmm, YEAH!" she cried, throwing her head back. I took the opportunity to latch on to her nipple and suck it deeply into my mouth. My hands were still pulling her ass into me as she gyrated like crazy. Her hands were pulling my face into her tit so hard I almost suffocated. What a way to go! "Sorry," she said. She was a little out of breath. "I had to see if it would really work. That was the best idea in the world. I can cum anytime I want to!" She kissed me. "Steve's never done anything for me the whole time he's had that video." "You're welcome." I had to laugh. She looked guilty and completely in love at the same time. "Let's hurry up and finish this shower so we can get dirty again." "I don't think you can behave yourself that long." Of course she was right, but we did manage to get through it. And I wasn't the only one misbehaving. For crying out loud, when I was rinsing my hair, she actually bent down and engulfed my entire cock. I almost fell out of the shower. She thought it was hilarious. I thought I was going to love loving this girl. We dried each other off and left the bathroom. Of course, she led the way while I made sure that sweet ass followed her. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it. She wanted to go to her own room, but I didn't. There was no way I was going to fuck her in the same room Steve had. No, I wanted our first time to be our own memory, so I led her back to the guest room. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me, leaning back on her hands with her feet crossed in front of her. Although she was eye-level with my cock, that wasn't what I wanted. I know, right? A good blow job was the reason I was there in the first place, and now I didn't want one. But it made perfect sense to me. After all, I'd already had two the night before. As I sat down beside her, she wrapped her arms around me. I, in turn, did the same as we both lay back on the bed. Somehow, we managed to move back entirely onto the bed. She was on her back, while, on my side, I still had one free hand to fondle her. We began kissing again, and I started in on those boobies. Pinching, squeezing, pulling, twisting; I was ruthless. I remembered from the night before that she liked it rough, so I did my damndest to tear those titties up! And it worked. I'm sure she was pushing that horny button quite a bit (after all, why does a dog lick his balls?), but I was doing my best to make a contribution. She was moaning into my mouth while I worked on her tits. I kissed my way down her neck and onto her chest as her hand was pushing my head down, eager for me to latch on with my mouth. Happy to comply, I sucked on one tit while continuing my hands-on assault on the other. "Ooh, yeah, baby," she gasped. "Work those titties over!" She groaned in frustration when I let go with my mouth and moved up to her ear. "Whose titties are they?" I teased. I lightly rubbed each nipple with the palm of my hand. "Mmmm, they're yours, baby. Be nice to your titties. Don't leave them all alone." I suppose I could have teased a little more, but it would be embarrassing as hell to get beat up by a hot girl. Instead, I resumed my assault with my mouth while my hand (reluctantly?) left its post to move south. I took my time, though, sliding my hand across her tight, flat belly and into her bush. Then, still teasing, I rubbed each side of her slit with my first two fingers, gently squeezing when I reached her clit. She moved her hips toward me, trapping my hand between her awesome legs, grinding against my hand, which was now stroking her erect clit. Releasing her tits, I looked at her face and saw that she had one arm over her eyes and was breathing heavy. I figured out where her other hand was when she put it on the back of my head and forced me back to her tits. Stifling another laugh, I resumed sucking first one, then the other titty while my hand stayed busy stroking her clit. "Okay, that's enough foreplay," she gasped, rolling toward me. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me in no time at all. With her tits pressed into my chest, she reached between our bodies and guided my cock into her warm, moist pussy. There's always a fearful moment of imminent pre-ejaculation when your cock first delves into the depths of a wet pussy, especially a new one. The feeling is so intensely good in that initial moment, it's hard to hold back. Somehow, I managed. "Unnnngh... yeah!" she moaned. Yeah, that didn't help. But apparently it felt good to her too. Rather than bouncing up and down, she began rocking back and forth; keeping me deep inside her and her clit pressed firmly against my pubic bone as she gyrated her hips. Grabbing my wrists, she pushed my arms flat on the bed and raised her torso. Those luscious tits dangled in front of my face in the perfect position to suck. But when I raised my head to latch on with my mouth, she pulled them back and pushed down on my arms. Then she giggled. "How does it feel to be teased back," she flirted. "Prepare to be tortured." Ok, let's be honest, since I had a good 50 pounds on her, it would have been easy to get what I wanted. But what fun would that be? Still grinding against my pelvis with my dick buried deeply inside her, she dangled those awesome breasts in my face, trying to make me want them more and more. It worked. Every time I leaned forward to capture one of them, she'd giggle and pull back. The helpless feeling while being held down only elevated the excitement. "C'mon Mike, don't you want 'em?" she laughed. "You can do better than that, can't you?" Her breathing was a little labored as our sensual fucking and her intense teasing took its toll. "How bout if I give you a first down?" I asked. "Mmmm..." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Her tempo increased ever so slightly her arousal moved up a notch. "That was a cheap shot... thank you!" Still smiling at me, she eased herself forward again and pushed her breasts back into my face. Of course, I took the bait, causing her to giggle as she jerked herself back again. I almost got one though. I tried a new tactic. When she pushed forward again, I closed my eyes and thrust my hips along with her gyrations. I opened my eyes when I felt her titty on my cheek. Turns out my face was between them. She jerked back again when I turned my head, but I did manage to brush against a nipple. She moaned through a big, beautiful smile. I knew she wouldn't last much longer, so I laid still again. She was a little jumpy at first, rubbing her nipples across my face and jerking back when she thought I was about to move. Just as she put her nipple closest to my mouth, I took another shot. Hypno-Video Ch. 02 "First down," I said quickly. When she clamped down on my dick and threw her head back, I latched on. "Ohhhh, that's not fair!" she cried. Rather than pull away, however, she let go of one wrist and pulled my head into her titty. "At least I didn't say..." "No! Not yet!" She was grinding into my hips with a frenzy now, one hand supporting her while the other gripped the hair on the back of my head, guiding me from one breast to the other. I hoped she was about ready; I sure would've hated to short stroke her after we had come so far. I lay my head back and grabbed both breasts with my hands and pushed them together. When her nipples were almost touching, I leaned forward and took them both into my mouth. She had groaned in frustration at first, but pulled my head into her again when she figured out what I was doing. Halfway supporting me, she began to moan and cry out as her orgasm rapidly approached. "Cum with me!" she cried, as her orgasm swept through her body. I couldn't have held back if I'd wanted to. She instinctively pressed her hips into mine and held there as she climaxed, leaving me deep inside her when I shot my load. I had intended to pull out, but apparently she didn't mind. I'd rather cum inside a moist vagina anyway. I decided to give her a present as her climax subsided and mine was just beginning. "Touchdown Oklahoma!" "OH YEAH!" she yelled, as she resumed humping herself onto my cock. I let go of her tits and grabbed her hips. She, in turn, crushed her lips into mine, grabbing my face possessively while her second, more powerful orgasm ripped through her body. After the frenzied pace we had kept up for what seemed like an all day affair, we were both out of breath when our grinding slowed to a halt. With a sigh, she collapsed on top of me with her head resting on my shoulder as she caught her breath. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. "I love you," I said. I had to see if she still felt the same way. "I love you too," she said. She was still out of breath. We lay in each other's arms, recovering from the most intense sexual experience either of us had ever had. "You don't have to help me, though. You've already given me so much... I have a new hope because of you." "Well I still don't know what you're talking about. Are you going to tell me anytime soon, or do I have to keep guessing?" "I asked you for help last night, remember? I'm just telling you that you don't have to. I can take care of it." She wasn't very convincing. She still needed me, she just felt guilty about it. "But there is something you should know." "What's that?" "Let's go into the living room," she said, starting to get up. "Bull-shit!" I pulled her back down to me. "Since when is it the guy's job to ask for a little cuddling after sex? You're staying right here, Missy." She laughed again and it sounded so sweet. As I laid there and held her, absentmindedly rubbing her back, I tried to figure out what could have made such a beautiful and beautifully strong woman feel lost and alone in a marriage that had seemed almost as perfect as mine. (Yeah, I had just cheated on my wife Cynthia, but since she had the hots for Lisa, too, I saw it as more of a recon mission.) Lisa was definitely in trouble, though, and I was bound and determined to help her, no matter what it took. I kissed her forehead and hugged her tight. She leaned forward and kissed me... a lot. Not foreplay type tonsil hockey, but soft sensuous kisses that were full of emotion. I kept rubbing her back. "Keep that up and you'll put me to sleep," she said. The soft, sexy tone of her voice was enchanting. "Keep talking in that tone and you'll get laid again," I replied, only half kidding. "Let's get dressed and talk about this," she said, giving me one last kiss and getting up. "I'll meet you in the living room." I watched her ass the whole way out the door. I couldn't help it. It didn't take me long to get dressed, and I waited in the living room for forever. Lisa meticulously cleaned herself up the way women insist on after sex and had to get dolled up again. It was a little ironic that she was trying so hard to impress me while I sat there in yesterday's dirty clothes, but she didn't seem to notice. I, however, noticed her immediately. She had put on make-up and fixed her disheveled hair (yeah, we messed her hair up quite a bit ;-), and was simply beautiful. She was wearing a not-so-tight, low-cut shirt that was somehow sexy as hell before you noticed her ample cleavage, and a nice fitting pair of jeans that both showed off her long legs and fit so nicely around her sweet ass, it looked like she was poured into them. As she approached, passed me and went to the DVD player, and turned back to sit by me on the couch, it took me a while to notice the sad, hurt look on her face. "It would be easier for me to show you what happened," she said quietly. She handed me the remote. "This wasn't the first time. I set up the camera to see what was going on when I realized there was something... amiss." I pushed play, not knowing what to expect. I hated what I saw, but it didn't seem bad. Lisa was on her back on the couch, while Steve was eating her pussy. She was completely naked (Steve fully clothed), and seemed to be enjoying herself. As he ate her, she had one hand on the back of his head and one pulling and pinching her sensitive nipples. I looked over at Lisa. "What is it with you and those nipples?" I asked. "Most women get upset because we're too rough on them." "I don't know," she replied. Her voice was quiet and defeated. She was in no mood to flirt. "Damn!" I said, shaking my head, still trying to cheer her up. "As if you weren't a good enough fantasy to begin with!" "I love you," she said, putting her hand on my leg. "Will you tell me one more time?" "I love you, I love you, I love you. Baby, I'll tell you every day for the rest of my life if you'll let me." She kept her hand on my leg, and wiped her eyes with the other. "Thank you," she said quietly. I was about to reply when I was interrupted by the doorbell. I looked at Lisa who was pointing at the TV. On the screen, Lisa had tried to get up and get dressed, but Steve stopped her; telling her to stay there and he'd get rid of whoever it was. She quickly looked at the camera and back at Steve who was stepping out of view. She took a deep breath and looked at the camera again. "We don't have to watch this," I said. Hell, she was already crying. "I already said I'd swoop down and rescue you, and I meant it." "Just watch. There's something else you should know," she replied. So I watched. Three other guys walked into the screen when Steve returned. Two black, one white, and all three of them looked like lowlifes. The biggest (and obviously the leader) spoke loudly to Steve and told him to get his "bitch" under control. Meanwhile, Lisa had put on her shirt and was putting on her pants, sans panties and bra. "Studebaker" was supposed to remove Lisa's inhibitions, but when Steve said it, Lisa told him to go fuck himself after only a brief pause. "That's my girl," I said. Lisa said nothing. Then Steve said "slumber party" and put her in a trance. He then commanded her to basically go along with the gang rape he and his thug friends had in mind. He also told her that she would enjoy everything that happened to her. At least there was that. She had no choice but to comply. I watched in disgust as she removed her clothes and knelt in front of the leader. She wasn't able to fit his entire cock in her mouth because, quite frankly, it was the biggest dick I had ever seen. But she made a valiant effort. He sat down on the couch, and when she lowered to her hands and knees, the white guy knelt behind her and guided his big cock into her already wet vagina. Steve, showing his true colors, sat down on the recliner and began masturbating. As the Lisa on the screen moaned around the huge cock in her mouth, the Lisa beside me shuddered. "I really don't want to watch this, baby," I said, putting my arm around her and pulling her close. "You don't like it?" she asked. Her voice was still quiet, but she had a glimmer of hope in her tone. "No, watching you get raped isn't high on my to-do list." She grabbed the remote and pushed fast-forward. Mercifully. "Why don't we just quit watching it?" I really didn't see any reason not to turn it off. "Because there's more to the story. You need to hear what these guys have to say... and what they intend to do." There were still tears in her eyes, but a weight seemed to have been lifted off her shoulders. "I'm so sorry," she gasped. I held her close as she cried it out. I tried to grab the remote, but she wouldn't let me. Holding her tight, I watched as the ghastly scene played itself out. The three men took turns on each end of her, then were poised to do double penetration. I realized why Steve was disappointed when I refused to help him do it to her the night before. Apparently he really got off on it because he was jerking off throughout the entire scene. But I saw something that confused me. "Wait!" I said. "Rewind that." Surely I didn't just see what I thought I saw. "I thought you might notice that," she said. She was still talking quietly, but there was a hint of a laugh in her voice. On the screen, the leader was standing in front of Steve. Lisa was straddling the other black man with her body twisted to the left, while the white guy was pumping in and out of her mouth. It was the white guy who spoke. "You gonna have to bitch-slap that bitch, Charlie; he ain't doin' as he's told." Charlie did just that. Steve wheeled around and fell to the floor. An angry red welt had already formed on his cheek, and he had tears in his eyes, but didn't look as scared as I figured. He looked more excited than anything. Crawling forward on his knees, he grabbed Charlie by his horse-cock and wrapped his mouth around it. His other hand was still on his own prick. "Yeah, that's it, white bitch," said Charlie, holding the back of Steve's head while his cock slid in and out of his mouth. Steve was able to take it further into his mouth than Lisa had. "You gonna do this to Reggie and Brent, too. I think you better at this than yo missus." I watched in shock and a little bit of horror as Steve moaned around Charlie's cock. He was now jerking his cock at light speed. In all the years we'd been friends, I never even suspected that he was a closet homosexual. It kinda pissed me off that he'd flown in under my gay-dar. In no time at all he was spurting his seed all over the carpet. I looked over by the recliner, and, sure enough, there were tell-tale stains on the floor. Unbelievable! "That's enough, bitch," said Charlie. Steve let out a disappointed groan as he stroked his cock. It never went flaccid. Charlie laughed. "Getcha ass over here Brent; dis bitch ain't done yet!" The white guy walked over to Steve, who eagerly began sucking his cock, while Charlie walked over to Lisa. She was still bouncing on Reggie's cock. Putting one hand on her hip to hold her still and the other to guide his cock, he eased the head into Lisa's ass. She cried out. "They didn't use any lube?!" I exclaimed. That was infuriating. My poor baby. She looked down and shook her head. The video we were watching was forgotten. "That's how I found out," she said. "I went to the doctor when... when I woke up and I was bleeding. Steve was pissed. He told me I should have asked him first, but didn't have an answer when I asked him why I needed his permission. Anyway, the doctor started talking about different kinds of lubes. He told me I was lucky that there wasn't more damage, and to be sure to use plenty of lube the next time I tried anal." She paused to wipe her eyes, as the silent tears had never stopped. "The doctor and I both thought the other was crazy, then he explained to me the ways he was positive that there had been something foreign in my ass." She shuddered. "That's when I set up the camera, and found out about the DVD." "Was this tape before or after you took away Steve's power?" "Before," she replied. "The next one is on this tape too, though. That's when I refused and locked myself in our bedroom. I was scared that they would break down the door and take me anyway, but they were pissed at Steve. You might feel sorry for him at first." "I seriously fucking doubt it." "As near as I can tell," she went on, "they come over every Thursday. I don't know how long it's been going on. At least a month." "So they'll be here tomorrow night?" I was incredulous. "Cutting it a bit close, aren't we?" She didn't answer. She simply turned back to look at the TV. On the TV, Lisa was now sitting reverse-cowgirl on Reggie, with his cock in her ass, while Charlie pumped furiously in and out of her pussy. Steve was still busy on Brent, who had his head back and his eyes closed. Lisa was making noises somewhere between pleasure and pain. I pushed fast forward again. It didn't take long for the action to stop. Soon, the thugs were dressed and headed out of the room while Lisa lay in a huddle on the floor. Steve got up and had his way with her. She seemed to be eager and responsive, but I didn't press play. The tape went blank for a few seconds, then came on again with the same angle. "Here's where you'll want to watch," she said. I pushed play, ready to be disgusted again. Don't get me wrong, Cynthia and I have watched gang bang scenes in porn movies and they've worked well for both of us (of course, Cyn maintained that she was turned on because of me), but rape never was my bag. Love/Lust is supposed to be the basis for sex, not taking what you want. But what unfolded on the screen made me proud. This time, when the thugs came in, Lisa was fully dressed. "NO!" she shouted, as soon as she saw them. Steve was already frustrated. Apparently she wouldn't let him do anything before they got there. He tried both "Studebaker," and "slumber party," but to no avail. The three men laughed at him, and tried to cut her off but she managed to get past them. You could hear a door slam soon after she disappeared from view. Charlie grabbed Steve by the back of his neck. "You better getcho bitch back in here, little Stevie," he laughed. "Else we gonna make you our bitch tonight." Charlie gave him a solid shove, causing him to reel across the room and fall, just out of view of the camera. Soon, we could hear him pleading with Lisa to come and watch a movie with him. The stupid son of a bitch was too dense to realize that the gig was up. I really felt like it should be obvious to him that she knew about the DVD. She didn't answer him. If she hadn't already told me that they hadn't gone in to get her, I would have been scared for her when Reggie and Brent rushed out of the screen toward the bedroom. Instead, they brought back a whining Steve, who was suddenly shoved into Charlie's arms. Charlie threw him on the couch. "Ya done fucked up and letcho bitch figure it out," he said. "Please," whined Steve. If I'd had a drop of respect left for Steve, it was gone now. "Just give me some time to get through to her. Please don't do this!" "Stupid little man," said Charlie. Don't you know she's ruined now? She know what's happenin, she gonna know how to stop it." "No she won't," Steve replied. "I'll make her forget." "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Charlie boomed. Reggie smacked Steve on the side of the head. Hard. Groaning, Steve sat back up. Reggie and Brent came around the couch and sat on each side of him. "Now, what you gonna do is find us another bitch. You ain't gonna tell her man what's happenin. You just give him the DVD, and we'll do the rest. Understand?" "Yeah, I already know who to get. It's Lisa's friend. You'll like her..." Brent elbowed him in the face. Blood immediately spurted from his nose and began running down his face. Charlie walked forward, knelt in front of him, and handed him a handkerchief. He was surprisingly gentle and almost caring. He gave Steve a chance to compose himself and spoke in a low, conversational tone. "We gonna show up here same time next week. You'll give her man the DVD and promise him a new, horny bitch. We don't care how you do it, but you ain't gonna say a word about us. If he know we comin, we gonna kill all y'all. Understand?" Steve nodded. "Then you gonna take us to his house," he chuckled. "And we gonna have us two new bitches." He snapped his fingers. Steve nearly jumped out of his skin. Brent and Reggie got up, Reggie patted a flinching Steve on the head, and walked toward the front door. After the three had left, Steve got tough. Walking toward the bedroom, he yelled at Lisa. He was still holding the hanky on his nose, so it had a Willie Nelson quality about it. "LISA! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, NOW!" "FUCK YOU!" she replied. The screen went blank. "Well, that was enlightening," I said, looking at Lisa. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. She didn't touch me. She simply sat beside me, looking at her hands in her lap. "Steve set you up. That's why I couldn't just leave. I had to show you how bad these men were, so you would understand how dangerous they are." I didn't know what to say. I had a million thoughts running through my head and at least half of them were different ways to kill Steve. I would definitely figure out a way to get even. I saw Lisa out of the corner of my eye. She raised a hand to touch me, then pulled it back, looking at her lap again. She was still quietly crying. I got up and ejected the tape from the VCR. "You want to leave, don't you?" she asked. "Yeah, it's definitely time to go," I replied, turning to face her. Her face crumbled into the saddest, most hurt look I have ever seen. "I'm sorry," she squeaked. "I'm so sorry." She was a strong woman. Despite the incredible hurt she was feeling, she did her absolute best to hide it. There were no sobs, just the look of anguish that's impossible to hide. That's why I love her so much. "But first we gotta figure out how much we're taking with us. Can we fit all your stuff in my car, or will I need to go get my pickup?" Now the sobs came. She jumped off the couch and ran into my arms. I held her tight as she cried some more, rubbing her back with one hand and stroking her hair with the other. She had her head on my shoulder and was clinging tightly to me. Then she quickly pulled back and hit me on the chest. "You son of a bitch, you played me!" "Ow, what the hell was that for?" I replied. She leaned back into me and put her head on my shoulder again. Ok, I knew what she was talking about, but she deserved it. How many times had I already told her I was there to stay? Did she really think I would change my mind because her husband turned out to be a gang-rapist-cocksucker? "You made me think you were going to leave me!" she said. We slowly rocked back and forth like a slow, romantic dance. "No," I said softly in her ear. "You made you think I was going to leave. You've done it all morning, and I keep trying to tell you you're stuck with me." She raised her head and leaned in for a kiss. "There's something else I want you to watch," she said. "Fuck me, there's more?!" "No," she laughed, "nothing bad, there's just something else I want you to see. Will you watch it with me?" "What is it, then?" I asked. Without answering me, she walked to the VCR and put in a tape. Walking back to my side, she sat down, pulling me with her. I loved the way she put a hand on my leg and lay her head on my shoulder. She had the remote in her other hand and pushed play. Then she quickly jumped up. "Let me get us something to drink," she said, walking to the kitchen. Hypno-Video Ch. 02 I sat there, prepared to watch another Lisa and Steve sex tape, but was pleasantly surprised to see Lisa wearing her camisole and leading me to the couch. I remembered from the night before that she had just hung up the phone with Cynthia. I was actually eager to see the fantastic blow job she had given me the night before and was surprised to feel the familiar stirring of my hardening cock. After all the attention Little Mike had endured since the night before, I didn't expect another hard-on this quickly. "You better hurry, you're about to miss a good one!" I called out to her. "Just keep watching, I'll be there in a minute." I looked back at the screen and watched as Lisa devoured my cock. Her hand was now making it's way to her steaming pussy. But then it got weird. A naked Cynthia came into view behind Lisa and reached down to stroke her pussy. As Lisa's fingers intertwined with Cyn's, she looked back at her and smiled. It was confusing as hell! I knew for a fact that Cynthia was at home last night and that Lisa had gotten herself off. I tried to ask Lisa what was going on, but... then Cynthia lay under Lisa's spread legs... then Cyn and Lisa... then Chelsea?... mmm, yeah Chelsea... then Lisa... and then I was... "Naughty boy!" giggled a now naked Lisa. She stepped over my legs to straddle my lap. "Does Daddy have the hots for his hot little step-daughter?" "What?" I asked, looking down and realizing that I was also naked. "What's going on?" Lisa reached down and guided my steel hard cock into her delicious depths as she eased down into my lap. Oh the exquisite feel of her moist pussy! I was still confused, but didn't care. Lisa moaned as she rocked back and forth on my cock. Meanwhile, I realized what had just happened. "You put the video on that tape, didn't you?" She smiled and nodded, still rocking violently on my cock. "So, what did you do?" I asked. "Mmm, if you want answers, you have to reward me. And answer a few questions of mine," she replied, breathing heavily. "Turn me on more first." "First down?" I asked. She moaned and moved even faster. "First down, first down." "Yeah!" she cried. Her hands were busy pinching and pulling her awesomely sensitive nipples. "Did you notice how hard that cock of your's is?" she panted. "Every time I say cucumber now, it gets ready for me." It wasn't until much later that I found out that 'cucumber' was the keyword. I didn't know any of the keywords for that matter. At the time, you can't hear the word at all; you just get the result. It's almost like a cell phone cutting out and you miss that word entirely. Incidentally, as soon as she said it, my pecker, which was rock hard in the first place, intensified in it's hardness somehow. "What else did you do?" I asked. "Uh uh, not yet," she gasped. "Let me finish first." Frantically rocking her hips on my lap, forcing my rock hard cock to stay deep in her pussy, while her hands forcefully pulled my face into her tits, Lisa was going bezerk! I did my best to keep up the break-neck pace that her intense fucking had established, while sucking and biting her nipples. She bounced and writhed, turning an already intense fuck session into an intense grudge fuck. I usually worry when the girl I'm fucking starts moving fast and groaning like she was, because I have a tendency to cum too fast when it gets exciting. But it was almost like I couldn't cum. What the hell?! Then it hit me. I wasn't allowed to cum yet. She hadn't said the word. "You just made a big mistake, baby!" I was out of breath already. "Now you've had it!" Looking back, I must have had a surge of super-human strength as I stood up, spun us around, and flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion. Now I was in control. Because there was a recliner on each end of the couch, we didn't break the back off of it. What we did do, however, was lean the reclining part back without the footrest extending. With her legs up high around my back, and her ass bouncing off the seat, while she lay at a comfortable angle on the now reclined couch, I fucked her down! "OH, YES!" she screamed, digging her nails into my back as she tried to hold herself steady. Her hips bucked into mine as I thrust in and out of her with long, powerful strokes. I loved the newfound freedom of fucking as fast and hard as I could without worrying about cheating her out of an orgasm. As one orgasm after another ripped through her body, her pussy clamped around my cock repeatedly as she moaned, cried, and screamed her pleasure. "FUCK ME, MIKE!" she yelled. "OOH, BABY, I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE!" I continued to pound away at her like crazy, in spite of the incessant burning in my legs and dull ache in my lower back that a good fuck marathon causes. She, on the other hand, kept thrusting her hips up to meet mine as she held on for dear life. She craned her neck forward to lock lips with me. She moaned through our kisses as her orgasm riddled body took her to new heights of sexual pleasure. "OHH, CUM FOR ME!" she cried. That did it. Of course, the 'oh' was all I heard at the time, but the rest of it produced the most intense climax I had ever had. It was the longest lasting too. Rather than the 3 or 4 spasms of a regular orgasm, I had several that lasted forever and pumped semen into her with every one. Proof of this came when I pulled out and cum flowed out of her like a river. "Looks like we made a mess on little Stevie's couch," she giggled. She wrapped her arms around me and threw her leg over mine as I collapsed beside her. "Poor guy," I replied, putting my arm around her and pulling her close. "So, what else did you do to me? Any more surprises?" "That depends on what you think you know so far," she teased, nuzzling my neck. "You tell me what I did." "Well, obviously there's the hard-on keyword, and the one that gives me permission to cum," I replied. "Is that all?" "Nope, not even close." She was smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Didn't you notice the great big mess you made? I did that." "So you made it to where I would cum in a flood, too?" I asked. "What else?" "Cynthia can use them, too. In fact, you ain't seen nuthin yet! You told me you like to be dominated a little, so we're gonna have fun with you! And, of course, I brought Chelsea into the loop. Just in case." Still grinning, she reached down and grabbed my hardening cock. "Wow, I didn't even need a keyword this time," she giggled. I guess I should explain Chelsea a little. She's Cynthia's 19 year old daughter. When I met Cyn, Chelsea was just a toddler. Her biological father was a piece of shit deadbeat who never had anything to do with her, which is fine by me. I'm her Daddy. But baby girl had a tough time of it. She and I always loved each other like father and daughter should, but in her teens, she wanted to meet the loser. The slimy son of a bitch told her he didn't want her in the first place and that he didn't owe her anything. In spite of that (I'll take some credit, thank you), she moved on to become a strong young woman with attitude. She doesn't take any shit off of the guys she dates, and she's determined to succeed on her own. I'm so proud of her. That's not what you were wondering, huh? She's fucking hot. Period. Picture any outfit in the world, and she'll tear it the fuck up! When she came back from college the first time, she had transformed from a gawky teenie-bopper to a hard- bodied goddess. But she was just my newest, good (very good!) fantasy. Until now, it was my little secret. SHIT! I pulled Lisa to me and kissed her. "Thank you, baby," I said. "I think we need to go home now." "Mmm, that does sound good," she replied, giving me that smile that still makes my heart jump. "Let me gather a few things." "Do I need to have Cyn bring the truck?" "No," she said, softly. "I'm just taking my clothes and make-up and stuff. There's nothing here worth fighting for, and I'd really prefer it if I never talk to Steve again." She was silently crying, so I held her close. I couldn't think of anything to say. I wanted to find Steve and beat the living shit out of him, but to say that to his soon to be estranged wife? "Want me to hunt him down and beat the piss out of him?" "No," she laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm just going through a tough time right now. It's been the most intense emotional roller coaster I've ever been on. I've known it was over for a while now. Even before I found out about his... boyfriends." She chuckled. "It took every ounce of willpower I had to let him touch me again. He wanted some more last night, but I pretended to fall asleep. I wanted to be in there with you. And then I didn't want to leave." She looked at me as her last sentence came out, then looked down. I swear my heart jumped up into my throat. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. Her vulnerability made my heart ache for her, while her inner strength held me in awe. At the same time I wanted to kill Steve, but I also wanted to thank him and shake his hand. One thing was certain, though. I was going to take her home, and, well, what happened after that was still guesswork. We still had Cynthia to deal with. She lifted her head and kissed me; a long, lingering kiss that developed into a nice little make-out session. "You don't have to bring clothes, you know," I said when our lips parted entirely too soon. "I like what you're wearing right now." We were both still naked. "Would you stop it," she said, feigning anger and slapping my arm. She stood up and stretched, giving my will power a good workout in 'don't touch.' Then we started getting dressed. "Let's hurry; I'm ready to get out of here." Her clothes and 'stuff' turned out to be a shitload of stuff. Both the trunk and the backseat of my car were stuffed to the gills. True to her word, she didn't take anything but clothes, make-up and a few odds and ends. All the electronics, knickknacks, and even the furniture stayed where it was. She wouldn't even take the sex toys I found in a drawer, telling me that we'd get our own. I had to agree. We had a bit of a spat when I told her to keep her house-key. She maintained that she had no use for it, but I felt like she might change her mind about not wanting anything else in the house. She reluctantly kept it. "Ready, baby?" I asked. I didn't want to rush her as she made one final pass through the house, making sure Lisa didn't forget anything. We had already packed all the videos, including the bad ones. She wanted to use them to explain everything to Cynthia. She took one last look around the living room, shuddered, and took my hand. Although she had tears in her eyes, she never looked back as we walked out the door. "How do you think Cyn will react to all this?" she asked. We were on our way home. "Well, I think she'll hate Steve for what he did, love me for what I did, and want to baby you for a while." "How do we tell her about us?" "I was kinda hoping you would have a good idea about that," I replied. I still wasn't sure. "We could use the video on her," she suggested. I looked at her quickly. "I mean, to make it easier, not to force her against her will." "Think we could get her to blow me, too?" I asked. She slapped me on the leg and laughed. "Mike! After the morning you just had, are you really going to gripe about what your sex life is missing? I thought I did a pretty good job of taking up the slack, thank you." "No... thank you! But maybe I just wanted two at the same time." "Maybe we'll just do each other and make you watch," she teased. "I'm sorry, did you just say 'make' me watch?" I had to laugh at that. Would you feel sorry for some poor bastard who was forced to watch two fine women getting it on? Yeah, me neither. "You mean force me to completely fill up my Spank Bank in one session?" She hit me on the arm again. "It would suck for you if we didn't give you any afterward." "Touche," I replied. "What if she doesn't want anything to do with me? Or doesn't want to share her husband? My God! I'm about to ask my best friend to eat my pussy and share her husband with me. What a fucking day!" "Maybe it's time you got comfy while I tell you a story," I chuckled. "Ooh, is it a good one?" she asked. "Yeah, and I think it'll answer your first question." "I hope you can concentrate," she giggled. "Cucumber." As I began telling her about Cynthia's masturbation session while watching the lesbian scene with Cyn and Lisa look-alikes, Lisa started sucking my cock and tonguing the head in the way that made her the best fellatrix ever. She fingered herself while I revealed my wife's secret crush on her, so by the time we got to Cynthia's orgasm that I like to call the "Yeah!.. Lisa! orgasm", Lisa had us both ready to cum. It's a wonder we didn't wreck.