24 comments/ 126196 views/ 9 favorites Hypnosis Goes Haywire On Nude Day By: andtheend Three men have their wives hypnotized for naked Nude Day fun. Billie, Bobby, and Ben childhood friends, married Julie, Joanie, and Jane from the neighborhood. Attending grammar school, high school together, and the Prom together, even getting married in a triple ceremony, the three couples did everything together. They even went as far as the women, somehow, getting pregnant within weeks of one another, so that their kids could grow up, attend school, and play together, just as they had. As friends, they were inseparable, even buying homes in the same neighborhood and on the same street. After a lifetime together, you'd think they'd be sick of one another, but they were all friends, best friends forever. Life for the six of them was good, real good. What more could they possibly want? The three men, in business together, plumbing contractors, Three B's Plumbing, made good money. Even though all three had plumbing licenses, Billie, married to Julie, was the only one working in the field at customers' homes and businesses with his plumbing assistants. If it was a big job, too much work for one plumber to handle, Bobby and Ben would help. For the most part, Bobby, married to Joanie, quoted jobs and drummed up the business and Ben, married to Jane, ran the office, ordered supplies, and did the accounting. It worked out well, with each man doing what he was more adept at doing, while all three men worked as a team to make the business grow and succeed, and it did. The wives were as different as the men were the same. Julie was a sexy all American woman, much like the blonde beauty queens you'd find in Texas. As nice and accommodating as she was pretty, the stereotypical dumb blonde, she was the nicest, but the most gullible one of the three women. A tall, thin, long legged and long haired, bright, blue eyed blonde, she had A cup perky breasts with puffy areolas and pink nipples and a compact, tight ass. Her long, lush, blonde hair is what you noticed about Julie, whenever she walked in a room and when she left the room, you'd notice her tight, perfect ass. Joanie had a body like J-Lo with a face to match. She was more curvaceously exotic and voluptuously erotic looking. With dark mahogany, shoulder length hair and eyes the rich color of honey molasses, she had a bright white smile. Her C cup breasts, with big, hard, dark brown nipples, would make you excited with desire for her. The one with the most street smarts of the group, her bodacious body is what you'd first noticed, whenever she walked in a room, and her melodious laughter and fun personality lingered long after she left. Jane, the tallest, taller than all three men by an inch without heels, and the prettiest wife of the three women, possessed the best body. Not that either of the other two weren't pretty or had bad bodies, Julie and Joanie were nines on a scale of ten, but Jane was naturally blessed with superior Heidi Klum, super model like looks, beauty queen genes, and fitness model curves. Jane had short, lush, chin length, red hair styled to fit her face and that moved with her, as she walked. With not a hair out of place, she had the type of shampoo commercial like hair that you'd just want to reach out and touch it and smell it. She had freckles, a small upturned nose, full pouty lips, and deep, green eyes that would make you feel you were in Ireland. Her long shapely legs are what you noticed first about her, whenever she walked in a room and her beauty is what haunted you long after she left. With each woman, as different as they were unique, much in the way of wanting a different flavored ice cream cone on a hot, summer day, vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry, all three women were smoking hot, in their own way. These three women are what the women of Sex and the City should have looked like or were the type of women, you'd imagine when remembering the movie, The Stepford Wives. Definitely, you'd imagine these three women walking on Rodeo Drive, instead of here in this small town neighborhood married to plumbers. Wherever they went, if only to the grocery store or to pick up their children at school, they turned heads. Definitely, you'd remember these three women, whenever you saw them alone and, especially, hot overload, when you saw them together. The three men, however, on the surface, were non-descript and interchangeable, as often as do men appear, especially when men wear work clothes. Except for a few minor dissimilarities, all three men looked much alike, too much alike. They could have been brothers, triplets, and many thought they were related, they all so resembled one another in their physical appearances that they could have been mountain men in the hills of Tennessee or working the coal mines in West Virginia. Unable to tell one from another, were it not for their nametags on their uniform shirts, some customers, who didn't know them well, wouldn't know Billie from Bobby and Bobby from Ben. Certainly, when seeing the three men with their wives, you'd wonder how three ordinary looking men, who looked like this, got women who looked like that. All three men, nearly the same 5'9" height, had the same chestnut brown hair with receding hairlines. Each of them had a pot belly from drinking too much beer, eating too much barbeque, and not getting enough exercise. Fortunately and surprisingly, none of the six friends smoked, but all of them drank a little too much on weekends. After caring for the kids, cleaning their houses, and taking care of the men, the women just wanted to relax on weekends. With the kids put to bed and being watched by babysitters, the three couples took turns hosting barbeques and after hours pool parties. It was with those after hours pool parties where the real fun began and it was the amount of drinking the men did on weekends, along with the confessions of their sexual fantasies, that sparked the inspiration for this story. With the excessive amount of alcohol drunk that laced their lust for one another's wife, the three men were keenly curious from wondering and verbalizing their favorite fantasy of what it would be like to sleep with their best friend's wife. It was a great fantasy and one they all wanted to experienced over and again. As already discussed in great detail by the three men over one too many beers, they believed that it would be difficult for the women to discern one man from the other in a dark bedroom. "So long there was no light on in the bedroom," said Billie, "and with the drapes drawn, we'd fool them." "So long we didn't speak to the women," said Bobby, "they'd never know we pulled the old switcheroo." "So long we didn't kiss them," said Ben, "they couldn't tell one from the other. I think they'd know right away we weren't their husband, if we kissed them." "If the women were drunk enough, too drunk to notice one man from the other, we'd get away with it," said Billie. Bobby and Ben nodded their drunken affirmation that it was a good fantasy, while drinking more beer. Yet, even with light off, the drapes pulled, with the men not speaking to the women and not kissing their wives, was it a good enough plan? Certainly, the fun was more in the fantasy than it was in the reality. They enjoyed imagining that they could get away with swapping wives, albeit, if only for one night. Should they ever try and fool their wives by picking house keys out of a hat, which had been their hot topic of discussion lately, especially whenever having too much to drink, they assured one another that they could probably fool their wives into having hot sex with one another. Wow. Considering the possibilities of swapping wives, the only thing that stopped them from exploring their little sexual fantasy was the possible fear that their wives would discover the sexually inspired switch and be frying pan hitting, police calling, house evicting, and divorce court mad. They imagined their wives discovering their salacious and scandalous sexual plan at the most inopportune time, when their cock was buried deep in their pussies or excitedly in their mouths. The men loved their wives and loved their lives and didn't want to rock their boats and throw all they had overboard for a midnight, naked swim in uncharted waters that were filled with hazards that could sink them. When they thought about it, in the light of the next day without alcohol clouding their thought process, there was so much that could go wrong to foul their foolish fantasy. Yet, it was still hot to believe that they could fool the women long enough to get away with it. "What if," worried Billie, "one of the wives wasn't drunk enough?" "What if," worried Bobby, "we stood in the moonlight a little too long and were recognized, as not being her husband, but as being one of the other two men?" "What if," worried Ben, "one of the wives snapped on the light and screamed that another man was there having sex with her?" "What if one of the wives wanted to talk before," said Billie. "Or during," said Bobby adding to his thought, as were all close friends apt to do. "Or," said Ben completing the thought, "after having sex?" It was a good fantasy to elaborate over a few beers, but it was not well enough thought out for it to be a foolproof plan. Doomed for failure from the start, there were too many underwater mines to torpedo their fantasy. Sadly, never is when this plan would ever happen. Not allowing their fantasy to die, they had fun in exploring all the options of it and there were some other considerations that could conceivably happen. "What if," speculated Billie, "the women knew we switched?" "What if," wondered Bobby, "in our feeble attempt to fool the women, our wives didn't care?" "Interesting," said Ben. "The ramifications of that for us could be either very good or very bad." "What if," asked Billie, "the women enjoyed having sex with someone, other than their husband, a little too much?" "What if," worried Bobby, "they more enjoyed having sex with the other man, more than they enjoyed having sex with their own husband?" "What if," asked Ben, "the plan totally backfired and the wife enjoyed having sex with the husband of her friend, so much, that she wanted to leave her man for him?" That would be as embarrassing and as emasculating for the men, as it would be disastrous for the women. They were all best friends, after all. They'd all have much more to lose than to gain by a quick romp in bed with their fantasy dream woman. What if? What if? What if? There were so many what ifs that it was the what ifs that were the problem. There was just too many what ifs to take the chance of ruining their happy little lives for the sake of a bit of extramarital fun. Yet, it was the reality of the what ifs and the consequences of the what ifs that made the reality of their sexual fantasy as exciting as it did an impossibility. Even though it was exciting to discuss their erotic fantasy, even though they'd love to experience one another's wives, there were too many what if's to risk their marriage for the sake of swapping partners and sexually sharing their wives with one another. All still very excited by the thought of it, however, still enjoying talking about it, it was a shame that they couldn't go through with it. Certainly, it would have made for such an exciting story. If only there was a way they could sexually experience the wife of another, without their wives knowing they had been deceived and tricked into having sex with one another, life would be so perfect. If only there was a way, where their wives would never know they had been used and abused. If only there was a perfect solution to solve all the what ifs, but what? "We can drug them," said Billie. "We can give them Royhpnal, a Roofie." "Yeah," said Bobby. "That's a good idea. What about a sleeping pill? When Joanie takes a cold tablet, she's out for the night. I can't imagined how unconscious she'd be after taking a sleeping tablet." "Hey, I like the idea of swapping wives, but I don't know about giving them Roofies or sleeping pills. That's just wrong. That's really crossing the line," said Ben. "What if one of the wives has a serious side effect from taking the Royhpnal or didn't awaken from taking the sleeping pill?" "Your right," said Billie. "How awful would that be if they had a serious side effect? How could we do that, take advantage of the mother of our children, just for a bit of sexual fun, erotic adventure, and selfish pleasure?" "Besides, who wants to have sex with an unconscious woman," said Bobby. "I'd rather have a willing partner, one who'd be proactive in taking me in hand and in mouth." Even though the idea of switching sexual partners appealed to them, even though the fantasy of sleeping with their friend's hot wife and having their friend sleep with their hot wife excited them, they were too afraid to take that next step. They were too fearful of jeopardizing the perfect life they had just for sex, even if it was exciting and forbidden sex. Still with the thoughts of sharing all the juicy details of the sexual encounter later, their sexual fantasy made their cocks as hard with desire, as much as it made their imaginations wild with lust. Only, disappointedly, they realized that the thought about experiencing the others' wives was nothing more than a delicious fantasy and something that would never happen. It's funny, with all their talk about their sexual fantasy, with all their lust and desire, with all their deception and skullduggery, they never thought to ask the wives if they'd like to swap. Didn't the men think their wives had a sexual appetite, too? Maybe the women talked about picking keys from out of a hat, too. Maybe it was the women's fantasies to have hot sex with their best friends' husband, also. Thinking of their wives more as things and possessions, rather than considering them as feeling, sexual human beings, women who shared the same lustful desires that they had, they never even considered the remote possibility that their wives could be having the same naughty, sexual thoughts, too. If only they had the courage to ask their wives, if they'd want to have a bit of adventurous fun, too. If only they remotely thought that their wives may enjoy swapping, too. Alas, they were too wrapped up in their own sexual fantasies to think of anyone else's sexual fantasy, especially when thinking that their wife may have one, too. Nonetheless, even without considering the possibility that their wives may enjoy playing, too, the idea of swapping sexually excited them on two levels. Billie could experience what it would be like to sleep with Joanie and Jane, Bobby would discover the intimate details of being with Julie and Jane, and Ben would learn what it was like to have sex with Julie and Joanie. Nearly, as important as having sex with each others' wives, the three men could further heighten their sexual arousal by telling the other men what their wives were like in bed, while they told them what their wives were like in bed, too. Imagining the possibilities of three couples being intimate with one another, it was a multi-faceted fantasy and a fantasy that was just too hot not to explore. Indeed, it was a good plan and great fun to discuss, especially when drinking, only there was just no way the men could share their wives without their wives knowing. Unfortunately, swapping their wife for another would never happen. Besides, they figured and they feared, their wives would know that they weren't their husbands, no matter how drunk or drugged they were. It was then that they considered the reality of their folly. Accustomed to having sex the same way time after time, if their sexual routine altered, their wives would know, for sure, that the man in bed with them was not their husband. Yet, the men knew their wives and their sexual routine well enough that they could tell one another what to do sexually and when to do it. Only, that wouldn't be any fun not doing the sexual things that they wanted to do, when they wanted to do it, and in the way that they wanted to do it. Having to follow a scripted sexual plan would be too orchestrated and that, surely, would spoil the fantasy fun. Alas, the delicious thought of swapping wives without the wives ever knowing was nothing more than an exciting erotic fantasy to imagine. It was just something they all masturbated over with the hot thoughts of it. As a last resort, as a desperate action to realize their fantasy and fulfill their every sexual desire, finally, they discussed telling their wives about their fantasy, but they knew their wives would never go for it. Thinking for the women and making incorrect judgments and sexual assessments about their wives, they figured their wives would never sleep with the husband of one of their best friends. Where guys are always willing to have an open marriage, where most men are more than willing to sleep with any woman, any time, and anywhere, women are more faithful, loyal, and monogamous; they sadly assured one other. Then, there's the matter of women not being able to do that to their female best friends, sleep with her man. Where women would seldom jeopardize a friendship for sex, guys would just slap their male friends a high five, after having had sex with another man's wife. After the affair was over, they'd pour another round of beers, while discussing the intimate details of all that happened. Only, the men never figured the obvious, that their wives wanted to swap partners, as much, if not more than they did. They never thought that their wives would be attracted to the men in the way the men were attracted to the women. They never considered that their wives had as big a libido as they had. No doubt, if the men weren't so alike in appearance, as the three women were so opposite in appearance, the women would have swapped house keys long ago. For sure, the women had much more to lose than did the men for harboring and acting out their sexual fantasies. Admittedly, with so much more to lose, the women needed more motivation and variety to spice up their marriages and not more of the same with a look alike stand-in husband for them to risk their happy marriages and jeopardize their friendships. Finally, they thought the obvious, after reliving their fantasy over and again, whenever the beers freely flowed. "What if," asked Billie, "the women are thinking the same thing?" "What if," asked Bobby, "the women wondered what it would be like to sleep with one of us?" "What if," asked Ben, "the women shared the same dilemma of how to go about realizing their fantasy? What if they're afraid to take the next step?" Only, who knew and how could they ever find out if the women shared the same sexual fantasy with the men? Women by nature are jealous creatures. Even under the cover of pillow talk, the subject of swapping could never be broached without the one, who first discussed it, wondering why they didn't satisfy their partner enough sexually for them to want to experience another. As long as the man wasn't possessively jealous, surely, it would be okay, so long as if it was the woman who brought up swapping. It was all so impossibly difficult and really too much to ponder, especially when their brains were filled with lustful horniness and numbed by excessive amounts of alcohol. In the vein of the grass is always greener on the other side of the picket fence, each man found the other man's wife exceedingly more attractive and erotically more exciting than their own wife. Billie had the hots for big titted Joanie, Bob was crazy for beautiful Jane, and Ben wanted sexy Julie more than anything. Certainly, lusting over another man's wife, be him friend or foe, was a formula for disaster and the true theme of this story. Every weekend the three couples hung out together. They had barbeques, went to the movies, and/or went out to dinner. Because they were all still so very young, barely thirty, during the warm weather, their weekends were occupied with drunken pool parties. With lots of down blouse and up skirt views, the women enjoyed teasing the men by flashing them, as much as the men enjoyed being teased by being flashed. It was nothing more than innocent, albeit erotic fun among good friends, when the wives showed some panty and cleavage for the men to enjoy. Hypnosis Goes Haywire On Nude Day Still, one would think, but all the sexy flashing and teasing the women did that the men would pick up on that as the women wanting them, as much as they wanted the women. They didn't. Men need to be hit with a baseball bat to the back of the head to pick up sexual clues. With the innuendos flying as freely as the alcohol, as it was expected would happen, there was a lot of touchy feely in the deep end of the pool and/or in the kitchen, while making drinks. Nothing was ever said about who touched whom and when and where. Nothing was ever repeated, that is, until later that night, when they were alone in the privacy of their bedrooms. Never crossing the line, there was never anything to raise an eyebrow, just enough fooling around to stoke some hot pillow talk later but, certainly, there was never anything that would ruin a marriage or destroy a friendship. Afraid that their wives would go ballistic, fearing of ruining their friendships, even though the men so wanted to mention their fantasy of them being with the wives of their friends and of them being with the husbands of their friends, they never dared bring that up to their wives. Yet, as time passed, by all the innuendoes and all the touchy feely going on behind each couples back, they couldn't help but wonder, if their wives shared their sexual fantasy of swapping and were thinking the same thing. Their wives were human, too, after all. They had sexual desires, wants, and needs, just as much if not more than the men had, didn't they? Nonetheless, each couple had boundaries that couldn't be crossed. If the women knew that her man wanted another woman, their best friend, of all women, that could, possibly, be the beginning of the end of everything, a marriage and a friendship. They were all best friends, after all, and they'd do anything for one another. The real question, was their friendships and marriages strong enough to survive sharing a spouse? Would they risk ruining a marriage and a friendship by sleeping with their friend's husband? No one thinks about the ramifications of having extramarital sex, after having one drink too many. The men were hoping for a little more innocent, albeit sexy fun and by all the teasing the women did and that escalated each year, they wondered if the women were hoping for some innocent, albeit sexy fun, too. Julie liked French kissing and being French kissed. Good at kissing, French kissing was her big thing. When making love, she could kiss for hours. She loved the feel of her lips pressed against a man's lips, while her tongue probed their mouth. She didn't think there was anything wrong with French kissing Bob and Ben, whenever they were alone in the kitchen. She didn't think there was anything wrong with them feeling, cupping, rubbing, and caressing her sweet ass, while they rubbed and humped their clothed erection against her soft belly, while French kissing her. Totally innocent, yet, all consuming, it was just a kiss between friends, good friends. "Oh, Bobby, you're such a good kisser," she say, as Bob gave her a big, wet kiss, while feeling her tight ass. "Oh, Ben," she'd say, "you're such a good kisser," as Ben humped her in the kitchen, while rubbing his erection against her soft belly. Confessed to the other men, when talking about their wives, it made Bob and Ben's cock so hard to have their tongues buried in Julie's mouth, and while pushing her back up against the kitchen counter and feeling the roundness of her firm, tight ass through her bikini bottom or going up under her skirt to feel her panty clad ass. Confessed to the other women, it made Julie so wet to feel Bob or Ben's tongue in her mouth, while they reached behind her to touch, cup, caress, and feel her ass. She could feel their erections pressed against her soft belly, no doubt, and enjoyed it enough not to pull away. Joanie loved having her breasts felt and her nipples fingered, especially when Billie or Ben caught her in the deep end of the pool and lifted up her bikini top for better access to her tits. She'd play hard to get, she'd play the innocent virgin, but she loved showing her breasts to her best friends' husbands. She never resisted more than a little, enough to make her not look like a slut. She never stopped them from having their sexy fun and their way with her big tits. Having her breasts felt, massaged, fondled, and caressed, and her nipples fingered, pulled, twisted, and even sucked by two of her husband's best friends made her very sexually aroused later, when having sex with her husband. It was okay if Billie and Ben felt her tits and fingered her nipples. She was proud of her big tits and she loved flashing them to Billie and Ben, whenever they were alone. She didn't see anything wrong with that. They were all good friends, after all, friends with semi-benefits. "Do you like my tits, Billie?" "I love your tits, Joanie." "Ben, stop, you're so fresh," she'd say acting coy, when he started feeling her up in the deep end of the pool, before putting his hand underneath her bikini top and lifting it up and over her big tits. "Show me your tits, Joanie. Let me suck your big nipples." Both men wanting the same thing, said the same thing in the same way. Jane loved cocks. She couldn't get enough of them. She was a slut for cocks. She loved how they felt in her hand. She loved the enigma of them, how something so soft and pliable one second can be so hard and unyielding the next. Whenever she caught Billie or Bob alone in the pool, she loved sticking her hand down their bathing suits, fingering, touching, and holding their cock and caressing their balls, especially when surprising them and coming up upon them from behind. "Oh, Billie, you must be happy to see me," said Jane reaching around behind Billie, sticking her hand down his swim trunks and feeling him grown hard in her hand. "I love feeling your big cock, Bobby," said Jane feeling his erection through his pants. No doubt, by the attention she gave to Billie and Bob's cock, it excited her when their cocks hardened in her hand. While they had the free feel of her bodacious body in return, she'd slowly stroke them, until they were hard and itching and ready to cum. It was no big deal, just a little sexy fun. It was just a partial hand job. It wasn't like she was going all the way with them and making them cum. It wasn't as if she was blowing them, although, she probably would, no doubt, if she could. She just stroked her friends a little. What's the big deal? After being married several years and being close friends forever, from playing spin the bottle with one another on Prom night to going skinny dipping in the lake at midnight, their drunken pool parties had escalated in extramarital sexual activity that other couples would frown on and not understand. In denial and unable to admit it, they were all itching to explore and experience more than just a little touchy feely with one another's spouses. Definitely, they weren't swingers, and each one loved their spouse, but it was obvious that they were all looking to have a little something on the side. Yet, should the opportunity present itself that the men could have a secret affair on the side with one of the wives and the wives could do the same with one of the husbands, without ruining their marriages and destroying a friendship, what's so wrong with that? It was just sex, after all, between close friends and no big deal. Right? On the afternoon of National Nude Day, they went to see a hypnotist. Their vacation week, it was a planned get together that the women were looking forward to attending, a hypnotic demonstration of mind control. The men, at first, were reluctant spectators. They were missing a ballgame for this show. Once the show began, immediately, it was then that the men realized that it was the hypnotist that gave them the reason, the excuse actually, and more importantly, the ability to experience their sexual fantasies with a different sexual partner, namely, the wives of their best friends. "Of course," said Billie, "why didn't they think of this before?" "We could have our wives hypnotized," said Bobby. High fiving one another, they looked at one another with the same thought. "Yes, this could work," said Ben. "What if we had our wives hypnotized? What if they were cast under a spell of deep sleep?" "What if they remembered nothing, when they awakened," said Billie, "after having sexual relations with one of the us?" "Wow," said Bobby. In honor of Nude Day, could the hypnotist give the men a hypnotic suggestion to make the women strip on command? How hot would that be for the three men to watch, no ogle is more the word, actually, and photograph their three wives celebrating National Nude Day naked? Taking that a step further, armed with the power of a mere hypnotic suggestion, could they use that suggestion, later, in the privacy of their home, namely their bedroom or, more perfectly, their friends' bedrooms? Would the hypnotic suggestion allow them to feel, touch, caress, and explore the naked bodies of each wife, without the women knowing and without the men being rebuffed or rejected? Would it be possible to have sex with their friend's wife? Would it be possible to experience every inch, every fold, and every curve of her naked body, without her ever suspecting that they had sex? They imagined the hypnotist hypnotizing the women and giving them a hypnotic suggestion for the men to use on their wives and the wives of the others. Would Julie give Ben a hand job? Would Joanie give Billie a blowjob? Would Jane make love to Bob? Was there a hypnotic suggestion that allowed each of them to do, whatever they sexually wanted them to do, whenever they wanted them to do it, and to each wife? "Christmas in July," said Billie, "having the power of a hypnotic suggestion would be like having three willing wives." "We'd have our own personal harem," said Bobby. "How cool is that? Wow," said Ben. These were all questions that they wanted to ask the hypnotist but were afraid to ask for fear that he wouldn't hypnotize the women. It was a fun afternoon gathering organized by the Elks and the three couples had a good time watching people making fools of themselves, after being hypnotized. Only, the show meant more for Billie, Bobby, and Ben than it did for Julie, Joanie, and Jane. The women thought some of the antics were funny, while the men imagined that some of the antics were sexy. Adding sexual overtones to the possibilities that turned an innocent exhibition in hypnosis to an erotic exercise in debauchery, Billie, Bobby, and Ben couldn't wait to explore their ideas by having their wives hypnotized within the privacy of their homes. After the show, while the three women waited in line to use the ladies room, the three men approached Doctor Larry Lurid. It was then that they hired Dr. Lurid, right on the spot, to come to Billie's house later than evening to give them a private show in hypnotism. They explained to the good doctor what it was they wanted him to do and, since, the three men convinced the hypnotist that they were best friends, who wouldn't do anything to harm their spouses, ruin their marriages, and/or destroy their friendships, he agreed to hypnotize their wives under those set conditions. Unfortunately, for the men, Laura Lurid, Dr. Lurid's wife, confident, and personal assistant for his hypnotic shows, knew the three women from the hairdresser they all shared. Having experienced similar situations where husbands have had their wives hypnotized before, so as a way for them to have sex with other men and for them to have sex with other women, Laura Lurid was on to the three men. She took it upon herself to corral the three wives in the ladies room and tell them what their husband's were hoping to do by having them hypnotized. A struggle of wills prevailed, men against women, husbands against wives, good over evil, and fantasy sex with someone else's wife, instead of the reality of having the same, old sex with your own wife. Being that the Lurids were not scheduled to go out for the evening, after the Elks show, until they left for Billie's house, once at home, Laura called for a pizza delivery. At least they'd have that as food, should there be no refreshments at Billie's house. Yet, before Laura and Larry ventured out to Billie's house for the private show of hypnotism, she told her husband that she warned the wives of the husbands' plan to hypnotize them for sex and he was livid. "What did you say to them?" "I told them that their husbands were having you hypnotize them, probably for sex." "Why did you do that, Laura?" With his show now ruined, and his professionalism compromised, he looked at her with disappointment. "Your behavior as my show assistant was very unprofessional. You've spoiled my show and ruined my reputation." "Larry, you know as well as I do that those three husbands wanted to share their wives, pass them around, and watch them perform, so much like sharing a movie they rented. We've been down this road before with other couples you've hypnotized. They wanted to have sex with their friend's wives, while they are under hypnosis and without their knowledge. If I spoiled the show, I'm glad I did," she said staring him down. "So what if they wanted to have sex with their friends' wives? What they do in the privacy of their own homes is up to them. What they do with and how they use the hypnotic suggestion that I give their wives is none of my business. It's between a husband and his wife," he said giving his wife the hypnotic eye, suddenly. "You're getting sleepy, so very sleepy, that you can no longer keep your eyes open. Sleep. Sleep deep. Sleep." "I'm so very tired," said Laura with a big yawn and a stretch of her arms. "Suddenly, I'm so very sleepy," said Laura dropping down her head, before falling in a deep hypnotic trance. "Sleep, Laura, sleep. Now, when I say the word bullshit, you will strip off all your clothes. Even though you are naked, Laura, you will think that you are fully dressed. You'll have no idea that you're totally naked and will go about your business, as if you are wearing clothes. When I say three, you will awaken refreshed. One, you are coming out of it, two you are keenly aware of your surroundings, three, you feel happy and renewed." "Knock it off, Larry," said Laura popping back up her head and looking at him wide eyed. "I'm immune to your hypnotism. Even though you continue to try, you can't hypnotize me. There are some people that can't be--" "Bullshit," he said with a confident wave of his hand. With that, Laura stood and started undressing. A few years older than Julie, Joanie, and Jane, Laura was still equally as good looking, as the other three wives. As far as Larry was concerned, his wife was still hot and it made him even hotter when he showed other men how really hot she was beneath her clothes, which is why he agreed to hypnotize Julie, Joanie, and Jane. Laura unbuttoned her blouse and removed it under the watchful eye of her husband. Then, staring down at herself, while still in a deep hypnotic spell, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, before stepping out of them. Dressed only in her B cup padded bra and bikini panty, he watched, as she reached around trance like and unhooked her bra, and removed the straps from her shoulders. Now topless, she rolled her panties down and stepped out of them. She was now naked. With her erect nipples and trimmed patch of pubic hair in plain sight, she stood before her husband naked, just as the doorbell announced the pizza delivery man. "That must be the pizza. I'll get the door," she said. Laura immediately removed her money from her purse and opened the front door naked to accept delivery of the pizza, while Larry watched from the Hall closet. The pizza man, a young college student of about twenty-years-old, stared at her naked body with eyes bulging and open mouth gaping. When Laura handed the man the money and she accepted the pizza. Unable to stop him from groping her with his horny hand, while holding the pizza box, she helplessly watched him reached out and fondle her naked breast and finger her nipple with one hand. Then, he unzipped himself and pulled out his cock with the other hand. Shocked by his groping her and aghast by the sight of his cock, staring at his exposed cock, he started stroking himself. As if drugged, she looked down to watch his horny hand feel her breast. Slow to react, at first, no doubt, she didn't realize she was being groped and molested. "Hey, stop that, you pervert," she said slapping away his hand with one hand, while holding and balancing the pizza box with the other. "How dare you expose yourself to me. Larry!" The pizza delivery man turned and left in a hurry. "What is it, Laura?" Larry stepped from the closet and took the pizza box from her. He looked at his wife with smugness. "The pizza guy undressed me with his eyes, before reaching out and feeling my tit. He exposed himself to me," she said looking down at herself and finally realizing that she was naked. "God damn it, Larry. I really hate it when you do that to me. No wonder why he pulled out his cock and started stroking himself. He probably thought I was looking for sex. He probably thought I wanted to blow him." "I put you under long enough to prove my points," said Larry with a dirty laugh. "And what points are those," said Laura steaming, while getting dressed. "Number one, I can hypnotize you any time I want. Number two, this is all the fun that these men want to have with their wives. It's Nude Day for gosh sakes, they just want to flash them to one another. What's the big deal? It's just a naked body. They're young. They just want to have some sexy fun as a celebration of the nude holiday." "Let me hypnotize you and flash your naked body around the neighborhood and see how you like it, Larry." "Don't be such a prude, Laura. Big deal. The pizza delivery man saw you naked. Wow! So what? You gave him something to masturbate over tonight." "Larry," she said shooting him a hard look. "The man pulled out his cock figuring that I was looking to suck it and/or fuck it." "Well, that's unfortunate and I'm sorry about that. Truly, I didn't expect him to act so inappropriately by just seeing you naked." "I could live with you having me strip naked and flashing my naked body, Larry, if you stopped with the pizza delivery man, but you did the same thing with the mailman several times, the gas station attendant twice, the UPS driver three times, the census taker, the Fuller Brush man, our neighbors numerous times, too many to count, your brother and father, my brother, your boss, and your co-workers. Every man in the neighborhood and within our circle of friends and every male acquaintance have seen me naked. Did I leave out anyone?" "I think you covered them all, Laura, except for the Jehovah's Witnesses, the man going door to door, who was running for city council, and that man cleaning the gutters, who nearly fell off the ladder, when you opened the bedroom window naked. That was some sexy fun, wasn't it?" "Maybe for you it was sexy fun, but it wasn't for me. I was humiliated. I've never been so embarrassed. Everyone has seen me naked. You're an asshole, Larry." "C'mon, Laura, it's just some sexy titillation that makes for great pillow talk later." "Okay, I agree, we did have some great sex, after you told me what I did, while under hypnosis but, as revenge for the wives, this is what I want you to do. I want you to turn the tables on the husbands." "How?" "I'll tell you how," said Laura, "after you put the wives under hypnosis. I have an idea that I'd like to try." "Okay, but why should I alter what the men have hired me to do?" Hypnosis Goes Haywire On Nude Day "Because if you do this for me, I'll give you the best sex you've ever had in your life." "You will?" "Yes." "Will you bark like a dog?" "Woof!" "Act like a cat?" "Meow?" "And can we play I'm the intruder and you're the sleeping woman?" "Oh, Larry, you dirty, old man. It's been a long time, since you tied me up and blindfolded me, but yeah, we can play that game, too, so long as you don't bring your brother and your father in the room again." "You did give my brother and father quite the blowjobs, you little vixen." "I thought I was blowing you, Larry. I didn't realize I had someone else's cock in my mouth, until your Dad inserted his wrinkled dick in my mouth, too." Finally, it was the evening of National Nude Day, Wednesday, July 14th, the day that the men wanted to celebrate by having their wives strip naked, while under hypnosis, and Dr. Larry and his wife, Laura went to Billie's house. As hired to do, Larry put on his little show of hypnotism. "Let me have the husbands sitting next to their wives." The three couples gathered on the couch with Billie sitting on the left couch arm, Julie sitting next to him, then Bob, Joanie, Jane, and Ben taking the other couch arm. Only, instead of hypnotizing the wives, he hypnotize all six people. "Relax, relax, relax. You are all so very sleepy. You are so tired that you can no longer keep open your eyes. Close them. Close your eyes. Put your heads down and sleep, sleep, sleep." "Larry, what the Hell are you doing? Why did you hypnotize everyone?" "Shh. You'll see. Now everyone stand and in honor of National Nude Day, I want you all to get naked. That's right, everyone, take off your clothes." "Larry," persisted Laura. "Why are you doing this?" "Hey, if I'm going to do, whatever it is you want me to do, I may as well have a little fun, too," he said staring at the bodies of the three naked wives. "Wow, they are all so very lovely," he said ogling Julie, Joanie, and Jane's naked bodies. Besides, it's Nude Day and there's a little something in this for you, too, Laura," he said nodding his head in the direction of the naked men. "You've seen one cock, you've seen them all, Larry," she said confessing her disinterest, albeit while still staring at Billie, Bobby, and Ben's exposed cocks. "Okay, then," said Larry, "what hypnotic suggestion do you want me to give the men?" "Whenever the women say their name, the men have this uncontrollable urge to cook and clean." "I figured as much," said Larry. "I knew it wouldn't be something sexual. Suffice to say, I'm glad you are unable to hypnotize me," he said with a smug laugh. "And, since this is your call, what hypnotic suggestion should I give the women?" "Whenever the men say the woman's name, they remove their clothes and strip naked," she said looking at her husband. "Okay? That way we give them both something. The men must cook and clean and the women must strip." "That sounds like a plan," said Larry putting the wives back under and turning to address the men. "Whenever your wives say your name, you will have this uncontrollable urge to either cook something or clean something." Then, he turned to the wives. "Whenever your husband says your name, you will have this uncontrollable urge to strip naked." "Great," said Laura. "Thank you, Larry." "What's say we have some real fun, now." "What do you have in mind?" Never knowing what her husband would do next, Laura looked at her husband with curiosity. "Let's wake them all up," he said turning to his subjects. "At the count of three you will awaken and realize that you are naked. You will be so sexually aroused that you are naked and that everyone can see you, you are so sexually aroused from seeing everyone naked, that you will embrace the one that you are the most sexually attracted to and have immediate and passionate sex with them." "That's a good ending, Larry," said Laura. "Thank you, Larry. This way everyone will get what they want." "One, you are slowly awakening from your deep sleep. Two, you are feeling refreshed. Three, you are wide away, totally sexually aroused and terribly horny." Billie, Bobby, and Ben looked down at themselves, before looking at one another. They were naked and they all had stiff erections. Julie, Joanie, and Jane looked down at themselves, before looking at one another. They were naked and they were all so very wet. The women looked at the men with their stiff cocks at the ready and the men looked at the women with their flushed faces and sexy smiles. Dr. Larry Lurid and his wife Laura stepped back and stayed in the background ready to enjoy the show. Only, neither of them suspected what was to happen next. He figured, no doubt, that after he gave them the hypnotic suggestion that, once awakened, they'd be so sexually aroused with one another that they'd embrace the one that they are the most sexually attracted to and immediately have hot passionate sex with them. Only, surprisingly and shockingly, the women embraced the women and the men embraced the men. Apparently, best friends forever, the hypnotic suggestion played out the sexual attraction that the men and the women had always felt for one another but were afraid to realize. Within seconds of being awakened naked, Billie was blowing Bobby, while Ben was fucking Billie from behind, before switching off with Bobby blowing Billie and Ben fucking Bobby from behind, before switching off again. Unfazed by what their husbands were doing in having gay sex with each other, the women were all over one another having lesbian sex. Julie was kissing Jane, while Joanie was eating Julie, before they changed positions with Jane eating Joanie, while Julie sucked Joanie's big tits. By this sudden gay and lesbian orgy, the fears that Laura had about the men wanting to have sex with the woman never materialized. You'd think she'd be happy that it worked out the way that it had, but she was aghast. "Larry, do something," said Laura. "This isn't what I had planned." "Sleep, sleep, all of you sleep." Quickly Dr. Lurid put them all under to give them a newly modified hypnotic suggestion. "At the count of three, you will have this uncontrollable urge to have sex with the one you want of the opposite sex. The woman will grab the man that she is most attracted to and the man will grab the woman that he most wants. You will have passionate sex with one another like you have never had before. One, you are awakening, two, you are aware of your surroundings, three, you are so very horny and the person of your dreams is right there ready and willing to have hot sex with you." Billie looked at big breasted Joanie and ran to her, as she ran to him. They embraced in a deep kiss. She fondled his erection, while he fondled her big tits, before he leaned down to take her erect nipples in his mouth. He was all over her tits sucking them and caressing them, before Joanie fell to her knees and started blowing him. It was obvious that they had always had the hots for one another. Now, with the other two couples watching, Billie mounted Joanie and plunged his stiff prick in Bob's wife and the two of them fucked like animals. When Bob saw Billie boning his wife, he looked over to Jane and Jane looked at him. Just as Billie and Joan had done, Bob and Jane were locked in a lovers kiss. Jane, the slut for cocks that she was, took Bob's cock in her hand, before taking it in her mouth. She was voracious for Bob's prick. Soon the couple was rolling on the floor making passionate love. Now with Billie with Joanie and Bobby with Jane, Ben looked at Julie and Julie looked at Ben. Hungry for one another, they couldn't keep their hands and mouths off of one another. Julie gave Ben the deepest, wettest, and longest French kiss she had ever given anyone, including her husband. Ben, with the obvious lust he felt for Julie, pulled her down and fell between her legs and began eating her pussy, before he spun around the other way, so that Julie could suck his cock, while he continued eating her. After doing 69 long enough to be totally, aroused, they changed positions and made sweet love. With the three couples all having intercourse, it was Dr. Lurid and his wife's turn to have some hot sexy fun. Knowing what he husband wanted, Laura picked up the phone and called for pizza delivery. Figuring, no doubt, that everyone would be hungry after having sex anyway, in readiness for what she was about to do, she stripped off her clothes and greeted the pizza delivery man at the door naked. Luckily, it was the same man, who had delivered a pizza to her previously. He was the one, who had exposed his cock to her, earlier. This time she invited him inside and this time, she had wild sex with him, while her husband watched. Larry, pulled out his cock and stroked himself, while watching his wife on her knees blowing the delivery man, who was young enough to be her son. The pizza delivery man was amenable to having sex with beautiful Laura and, at no additional charge to the Lurids, he was eager to coat Laura's mouth, face, and tits with his special hot, gooey, extra cheese. It was a fun Nude Day for all involved. Now, with the men doing all the cooking and the cleaning and the women getting naked at the mere mention of their name, the couples lived happily ever after.