4 comments/ 14796 views/ 19 favorites A Lil' Hypnotherapy By: Yesarub "God damn it, Jason, this isn't the restaurant!" Jenna slammed her purse down on the dashboard. She recognized the street and the building they were in front of. It wasn't the posh restaurant he had promised to take her to. Instead, it was the office of Jason's psychiatrist. Jason had been trying to get her to join him in a joint marital counseling session here for the past two weeks, while Jenna had steadfastly refused. Earlier in the evening, the two had a marital spat -- yet another in a long string of fights and arguments. Jenna was still fuming from that earlier fight, but now that plans for a romantic dinner and perhaps an evening of dancing seemed completely ruined, she was furious. Her nostrils flared and her eyes spat venom. She glared at her newlywed husband from the passenger seat. Jason was rather angry himself. In fact, anger, frustration, and resentment had been his baseline mood ever since their wedding night 3 months past. What had they been fighting about earlier? Oh yes, Jenna's choice in evening wear. Jason looked over at his wife. Jenna Thomas was a stunningly attractive woman: 5' 1", with a curvy, hourglass figure: 32-22-32. Tonight, all those bodacious curves were squeezed into a sexy, one-piece contour dress. Like the name implied, the dress hugged every contour of Jenna's body. To call it tight fitting would be an understatement. Jenna was constantly tugging the tight-fitting skirt down over her thighs. Otherwise, it had a tendency to hike up her legs, nearly to her crotch, whenever she moved. The dress had a blue-grey color pattern which both accented and amplified her incredibly sexy figure. A large, square neckline barely contained the round tops of her double D breasts. Black, high-heel pumps adorned her feet. A pair of dangling, big hoop earrings, and sparkling, wide wrist bracelets rounded out the ensemble. With her long, wavy black hair, her emerald green eyes, and her dazzling, white smile, Jenna oozed sexuality. And that's exactly what they had been fighting about: Jason would love to see this dress on any girl -- any girl EXCEPT his wife. It was a slutty, fuck-me-fast and fuck-me-hard outfit, not an image he wanted other men to have of his new bride. And it was typical if the outfits Jenna wore all the time, as of late. They had been having this same fight, or one very similar to it, on and off for the past three months. The pair were constantly fighting about what Jenna wore to work or out with the girls -- Jason said she was "flaunting" herself. A year ago, Jason had fallen in love with this raving beauty. Aside from her dazzling, good looks, Jason found her to be exceptionally smart and funny. He liked to think Jenna felt the same way about him, because she had accepted his wedding proposal without hesitation. Prior to the proposal, the couple had dated for nine months. During that time, Jenna turned heads everywhere they went. Jason's friends convinced him that he couldn't let this one get away, and so he had proposed. For her part, Jenna found Jason to be sweet, caring, and kind. He wasn't the typical "bad boy" she had dated throughout college. When he proposed, Jenna was easily prepared to spend the rest of her life with him. Everything was wonderful, right up until the night of their wedding. The wedding itself was fine -- everything Jenna dreamed it would be -- but afterwards, at the reception, Jason had a bit too much to drink. While Jenna was having the time of her life on the dance floor, Jason sat sullenly at the head of the wedding table. Over time, he began exaggerating Jenna's every move as a flirtatious gesture. He became increasingly jealous and moody. Did Jenna just smile when Danny, his best man, eyed her body lustfully up and down? And then had she immediately grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor? And throughout the evening, was that his entire party of groomsmen passing her around, dance after dance? Several times, Jenna and her bridesmaids tried to get Jason out on the dance floor, too, but other than their first slow dance together, he refused. "I don't dance," he told his new bride, "You go have fun." But he hadn't meant for Jenna to have THIS much fun. Was that Danny's hand on her hip, pulling her in close? Jenna was dancing with her back to Danny, but Jason's angle, it looked like Jenna was grinding her ass against his crotch in time with the beat. And that look on her face as she gazed over her shoulder at his best man ... she was clearly sending signals that she liked what she felt back there. After the evening reception, it required Jenna and Danny to drag -- practically carry -- the groom to the waiting limo. Two bottles of champagne and countless mixed drinks had taken their toll, however, and Jason was beyond being able to fulfill his husband duties in the honeymoon suite that night. On the way to their hotel, Jason caught the limo driver giving his bride lecherous looks. Later, Jenna would readily admit she may have been flirting with the driver. When Jason started to clumsily kiss and fondle her, Jenna caught the driver's stare in the rear-view mirror. She raised her eyebrow invitingly as she started to peel the fabric of her strapless wedding dress down over her breast. Jason thought she was freeing her tits for him, so he could lick and nibble at them, but he noticed the driver lowering the angle of the mirror. He looked up and caught Jenna winking and gesturing kissy lips to the driver. Jenna claimed it was harmless teasing, nothing she hadn't done with other guys in Jason's company before they married. Jason didn't see it that way. His drunken state didn't help and they ended up having a huge fight in the honeymoon suite. Jason stormed out of the room, and spent much of the night at the hotel bar. Jenna cried herself to sleep. That night set the mood for the rest of their honeymoon, and really for the past three months of their marriage. Now, parked in front of his psychiatrist's office, Jason glared at his bride. He tried to ignore all the flesh she had on display while wearing that slutty dress. There was a quiet fury in Jenna's eyes as she now stared straight ahead, her jaw clenched tightly shut. "Jenna, I know all the problems in our relationship are mostly because of me, because of my jealousy toward other men. I've been seeing Doctor Aiza for three weeks, because your mom told us -- well, told me -- to get counseling. And it's really been helping. I've made incredible progress in recognizing my issues for what they are." "Don't mention my lunatic mother!" Jenna shrilled, on the verge of tears. "She dragged me, daddy, and my two sisters to family counseling for two years. It drove us crazy! It was a huge wedge in my family. When daddy couldn't take it anymore, he divorced mom. Mom made my sisters and I go until we were 18. We couldn't wait to move out of her house." Jenna realized she was shouting, and starting to draw attention from passersby on the street, even with the car windows closed. She took a deep breath, calmed herself and spoke quietly. "You said you were taking me out for a nice, romantic dinner." "And I am, I promise," Jason reached out for her hands, which were folded on Jenna's lap. She jerked them free, then twisted her body away. She stared sullenly out the passenger window. "Dr. Aiza asked to see us both together. He says my further progress is blocked, and this will really help me. It will help us." "I don't want some crack shrink getting into my head, Jason," Jenna said heatedly. "Please, Jenna, just this one time. If it doesn't help, I promise, I'll stop seeing him." Jenna hated the fact that her husband was too weak to solve this problem on his own. Even more, she hated the idea that he was seeing a shrink because her mother had told him to. Jenna had a very strained relationship with her mother ever since her parents divorced. Why couldn't Jason see that she dressed the way she did to turn HIM on. Of course other guys looked, and she loved the attention! What girl wouldn't? Yet despite all that, she was his girl. He was the man she would go home with that night. "Please, Jenna, just this one time," Jason repeated. "Fine," Jenna snatched her purse off the dashboard angrily. She flung the passenger door open, and tried to extricate herself from the car. It was a delicate situation, and Jenna was reminded of just how short the hem of her skirt really was. She had to gingerly swing both legs to the curb, then hold her skirt firmly down with one hand while trying to lift herself out of the car with the other. Jason was soon out from his side, and rushing around to help her. As he saw Jenna struggling to not expose too much of herself, he scowled. How could she think that wearing a slutty dress like that in a public restaurant was a good idea? Jenna caught his look and that simply darkened her mood further. Jason finally managed to lift Jenna out of the car, then ushered her quickly to a nearby doorway. The sign at the entrance read, "Dr. Miguel Aiza, PhD, Hypnotherapy". As Jason pulled the door open, a low wolf whistle came from the nearby street corner. A pair of brawny utility workers were looking Jenna's way, both with broad grins on their faces. Always the flirt, Jenna flashed them both a gorgeous smile. "Hey, fellas," she said huskily, turning her body toward them, hands on her hims, modeling her dress. One of the men closed his eyes and put his hand to his heart, tapping it twice. The other man just stared openly, and said, "Wow!" Jenna giggled, blew them both a kiss, then walked through the open door. Jason growled softly and followed her in. Dr. Aiza's office was up on the 2nd floor. Jason steered Jenna toward a narrow staircase. As she started to climb the stairs, she realized Jason's face would be at the approximate height of her plump, round bottom. She wondered if he was appreciating the view. Although she was still mad at Jason, she hoped he was. She had bought this dress earlier in the week just for tonight, just to please him. Jenna put a little extra sway in her step. At the top of the stairs, Jason walked past her in a huff. 'Bastard,' Jenna thought to herself. Jason walked ahead of her, and down the hall a short distance. He stopped, opened a door, and entered a side office without giving Jenna a second glance. Jenna's heels clattered noisily as she hurried to catch up. The waiting room was cozy, well lit, and comfortably furnished. It looked more like a private study, rather than the lobby of a doctor's office. Bookshelves adorned every wall; the room also contained a coffee table, several waiting chairs, and a receptionist's desk. There was no computer on the desk, merely a telephone, a notepad and a fancy ballpoint pen. There was also a vase with fresh lilacs in it. Jenna loved lilacs! Their smell permeated the whole room. Jenna felt instantly at ease here. There was no receptionist, or indeed anyone else in the room save her husband. Jason had already taken a seat in one of the chairs and was thumbing absently through the pages of a magazine. Jenna started to roam about the room, admiring the decor. She passed several urns, each with tall plants in them. On one wall, Jenna took note of Dr. Aiza's diplomas. They were from several distinguished colleges and universities. On another wall, she paused to admire a painting. It was titled, "Gran Desfile de Carnaval". It was signed "Miguel Aizo". Jenna recognized the name. It was the same one she had seen at the office entrance. Jason's psychiatrist had painted this scene. Jenna took greater interest in the art piece. It portrayed a crowded square, with cobbled streets and old buildings in the backdrop. Jenna thought it must be an old european city -- Italy, perhaps. No, Spain. There were dozens of people in the square, men and women. Most were dressed in elaborate, colorful costumes. All were dancing and laughing. Some wore decorative face masks, mostly of animals: a pig, a cat, a horse. One man was dressed as a mushroom -- how odd! He was dancing with a woman dressed as a butterfly. The painting really was quite good, very detailed. Jenna's attention gradually became drawn to one area of the painting, a couple apart from the crowd. They were at the entrance of a narrow alleyway between two buildings. The woman, a dark-haired beauty, was leaning back, her shoulders pressed against the building. Jenna blushed at the sight of her lavish, frilly blue dress, which was now pulled down to her waist. Her ample breasts were thrust upward, her head was tossed back in the throes of passion. The woman had one leg lifted up, curled around the man's hip, pulling him close has he suckled at her bosom. The man wore a three-piece suit, not a costume. His hands were busy rubbing at the woman's crotch. Jenna found herself leaning closer and closer, trying to make out even more of the painting's details. There was something familiar about the couple, or at least the woman ... "And you must be Jenna." Startled, Jenna turned to see a tall, handsome man standing immediately behind her. How long had he been there? Had he seen her gawking at the painting? How could he not have? Was this-- "I am Miguel." Dr. Miguel Aiza was slightly taller than her husband. He had short, black hair and intensely dark eyes. He was dressed sharply in a three-piece Armani suit, a crisp white shirt and plain, black tie. When Jenna reached out to shake his hand, Dr. Aiza turned her hand slowly, palm down, and then lifted it to his lips. "How we greet a lovely, young lady in my home country," he said, staring intently into Jenna's eyes. His rich, spanish accent was thick, baritone and rumbling. It stirred something deep inside her. Jenna tried to turn toward her husband, wanting to see his reaction to this man. She found, however, that she could not take her eyes away from Dr. Aiza's stare. As his lips brushed against the back of her fingers and lingered there, Jenna blushed. She tilted her head and smiled at him, charmed. "Jason has told me so much about you," he said. His eyes released her gaze. That's the best way Jenna would describe it to her girlfriend later the next day -- Dr. Aiza's eyes simply let go of her. She could, if she now chose, look over to her husband. Jenna surprised herself by choosing not to. Instead, she watched as Dr. Aiza's gaze wandered. His eyes seemed to take in every facet and feature of her face, her hair, her neck line ... as his eyes dropped to her chest, Jenna inhaled reflexively, causing her bosom to swell. Dr. Aiza raised his eyebrows in open admiration and nodded. The doctor still held Jenna's hand. He lifted it and moved it to side, opening the rest of Jenna's body to his viewing pleasure. It was such a brazen and bold move, Jenna did not quite know how to react. And she was more surprised that her insanely jealous husband had not yet reacted -- by leaping from his chair and punching Dr. Aiza in the nose! That most certainly would have happened with any other man who behaved so boldly. Jenna finally turned to look at her husband -- only to discover her husband was no longer seated in the chair. Jenna became suddenly anxious, her eyes darting to all corners of the small room. Jason wasn't to be seen. As she turned her attention back to Dr. Aiza, she realized he was actually spinning her in a pirouette. He lifted her hand and twirled her around, all the while, taking his time to admire every curvy inch of her body. "Where is my husband?" Jenna asked, after Dr. Aiza had spun her fully around. She was suddenly uncomfortable being alone in the proximity of this strange man. She wondered if Jason had set her up. What if this was not a couples counseling session at all? What if Jason had tricked her into seeing his psychiatrist alone! Did her mother set Jason up to do this? It would be just like her, that bitch! "I'm deeply sorry that my assistant is not here to greet you," Dr. Aiza said in his heavily accented voice. And while his voice was quite soothing to listen to, Jenna was troubled that the doctor had ignored her question completely. "I gave her the afternoon off," he said, sounding almost regretful. "Perhaps next time." "Next time what?" Jenna asked. "Please come into my office," Dr. Aiza said, ignoring her question once again. Dr. Aiza held Jenna's hand high in the air, as if he were walking her out onto a ballroom dance floor. He navigated her around the coffee table, the waiting chairs, past the receptionist's desk, and toward a nearby doorway, opposite the one she had originally entered. Jenna became increasingly nervous. Dr. Aiza's private office was furnished similarly to the waiting room. Here, too, was that strong scent of lilac. A tall, grandfather clock stood in one corner of the room. There were several more bookshelves in this office, as well as a huge mahogany desk. The desk had a phone on it, nothing else. Dr. Aiza seemingly did not like computers or modern trappings. There were two comfortable sitting chairs nearby, both facing the desk. There was also a short couch to the side, beneath a curtained window. The couch was more like a love-seat, not the type of couch Jenna thought a psychiatrist would normally have. 'Lie down and tell me about your mother,' Jenna mused nervously, recalling suppressed memories of the couch she laid on as a young teen in another doctor's office, the one her mother took the family to when she was younger. Jenna was relieved to find her husband already sitting in one of the chairs. Dr. Aiza left her side, and went to sit down behind the desk. Jenna gave her husband an angry look as she sat in the chair next to him. "Where the hell were you?" she hissed, softly. When he didn't take notice, she huffed in irritation. "Jason, why don't you start us off. Why are we all here today?" Jason looked at his wife, and then blinked, as if seeing her there for the first time. He looked her up and down, then turned back to Dr. Aiza. "Oh, yes, well, our sex life hasn't been that greatest--" "Non-existent," Jenna muttered. Jason paused. "Non-existent," he agreed. "Ever since we got married, it feels like Jenna is doing anything and everything she can to invite solicitations from other men." "That's ridiculous," Jenna said, waving a dismissive hand at her husband. "Jenna, please, let him continue," Dr. Aiza said soothingly. "How long has it been since you last had sex?" "We haven't.Not since before we were married," Jason gestured at his wife. "She dresses so provocatively. And when she dresses like that, every man DOES take notice of her. It makes me so jealous. So angry. All that anger wells up inside, and when it erupts ... well, when it erupts, I say stupid things and we fight. We fight constantly." "Jason," Jenna said, reaching out to take his hand. "I dress this way to excite you. Other guys look -- of course they do -- but you are the one I want to be noticed by. Those men downstairs? The ones who whistled at me? I smiled at them, yes. But I followed you. I wanted them to know that I was YOUR girl." "But you dress like a street--" "Basta!" Dr. Aiza said sharply, silencing Jason with a single word. Jason immediately let go of Jenna's hand, and sat stiffly upright in the chair, eyes forward. "Jenna?" Dr. Aiza spoke her name as a question. He lifted himself from the chair and came around to the front side of his desk, sitting on one corner. "Do you know what hypnotherapy is?" There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Jenna desperately hoped Jason would come to her rescue, that he would tell Dr. Aiza she wanted no part of this, but he said nothing. The doctor sat on the front of his desk waiting for her answer. Jenna looked from her husband, to Dr. Aiza, and back to her husband. A Lil' Hypnotherapy "Dr. Aiza--" "Call me Miguel." Jenna smiled politely, then looked at her husband imploringly for support. Jason did not even glance her way. 'Damn you,' she thought angrily. "Dr. Aiza," Jenna said, delicately emphasizing the doctor's last name with a tone that implied she was not comfortable calling him by his first name, as he had asked. "I told Jason that I did not want to come here. I don't like the idea of a shrink being in my head, and I certainly don't like the idea of being hypnotized." "No, darling Jenna," Dr. Aiza said softly. "Not you. Your husband. Look at him now." Jenna turned toward her husband. "Closely," Dr. Aiza said softly. "Veeeerrrrry close." Even though Dr. Aiza was several feet away, it sounded as if he had whispered those words directly into Jenna's ear. Jason was breathing slowly, steadily. He continued to stare straight ahead. Jenna reached forward, waving her hand in front of his eyes. Her husband did not blink. He didn't even focus on her hand at all. He simply stared straight ahead. "Is he ..." Jenna started to ask, but left the question hanging in the air. "Hypnotized, yessss." Again, she could feel the vibrations of Dr. Aiza's voice on her earlobe, as if his lips were inches away. Also, it sounded like his "yes" was spoken many seconds longer than it needed to be. She also noticed how he fluctuated the word across different octaves as he spoke it. More unusual was how it made her skin dance with goosebumps. "Your husband is in a hypnotic state," Dr. Aiza explained softly. "He has been since the moment he arrived. When I open my office door, he is conditioned to come straight into this room and sit in that very chair. While in this induced state, we converse. This allows me to get to his true feelings, his core emotions. He recalls very little of what transpires in this room, but I am able to get to a deeper, more truthful understanding of his situation." "And ... why am I here?" Jenna asked hesitantly. "Jenna, tell me ... do you love your husband?" When he said the word 'love', he made it sound like it had two syllables. As Jenna looked at Dr. Aiza, searching his face, she was suddenly captured by his piercing dark eyes again. "More than anything," she replied, feeling a little short of breath. "And would you do anything for him?" Dr. Aiza was making very slow, circular motions with his head. Behind her, Jenna heard the steady ticking sound of the grandfather clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Jenna's lips parted and she tried to speak, but she just found herself looking at Dr. Aiza's eyes. His head continued to nod slowly in a circular pattern. Jenna was vaguely aware that she was making similar circular motions with her head as she followed his gaze. The room started to feel very warm. "Yes, of course," she said at last. "I love him very much." "Jason, you may move to the couch," Dr. Aiza said. Jason got up, and moved to the love seat. From this new vantage point, Jason could saw all areas of the room. Dr. Aiza's desk was on his right. If he reached out, he could touch it. The chair he had been sitting in was to his left, just slightly out of reach. Jenna was sitting in a chair just beyond that, but she wasn't looking his way. She was staring straight ahead, a serene look of calm on her face. Dr. Aiza had been leaning against his desk. Now, he stood up, crossed the room and sat down in the chair Jason had just vacated. "And lovely Jenna," he said softly, soothingly. "Would you mind coming over here and sitting on my lap?" "No, not at all," Jenna said, rising to her feet with a short, breathy giggle. Inside her head, Jenna's mind was suddenly full of confused questions. What did she just say? What was she doing? She had risen from her chair, taken a step closer to Miguel, was turning slowly, and was now sitting down ... on his lap! Jenna crossed her ankles, one atop the other, as she sat side-saddle across Dr. Aiza's legs. Miguel circled his arm comfortably around her waist, his hand resting on her hip. At this angle, her back was turned toward her husband. Jenna flipped her hair over her shoulder, and looked back toward Jason. She expected to see him red-faced with anger, fists clenched. Instead, he was calm. He said and did nothing. Jenna felt as if he was being permissive, almost indulging her behavior. As she looked upon her husband, Miguel addressed him. "Jason, in order to overcome your jealousies, you have to confront them. Head on." "Alright," Jason said absently. "Now Jason, just relax," Miguel said. "Jenna and I are both here to help you get through this." Jenna had butterflies in her stomach right now. She turned toward Miguel. Wait. When did she start thinking of him as Miguel, not Dr. Aiza? Jenna could smell the scent of Miguel's cologne, could feel his breath upon her neck and shoulder. His lips were so close. "Jenna, you don't mind if I put my hand on your knee, do you?" He didn't wait for her to acquiesce, but brazenly followed through, placing his hand just above her knee. "Go right ahead," Jenna giggled. "I don't mind at all." Miguel allowed his hand to roam slowly up Jenna's leg, from her knee, up across her thigh, halting just below the hem of her skirt. At first, Jenna didn't recognize the motion for what it was: a caress. Foreplay. Another man had just touched her in a sexually inviting way. Jenna's left hand curled instinctively up around the side of Miguel's head. She ran her fingertips through his hair, and then traced the outline of his ear. "That's a girl," he said softly. Jenna's body responded to the good doctor's touch in the most natural and expected way. Months of pent up sexual frustration and desire started to swell within her. She closed her eyes. Goosebumps tickled their way up her arms. She started to feel a tingly warmth between her legs. "That's it," Miguel said into her ear. Behind her, the grandfather clock ticked and tocked, ticked and tocked. At the angle her body was currently turned from her husband, Jenna didn't think Jason could see exactly how far Miguel's hand was roaming up her leg. Miguel continued to stroke up and down her thigh. With each upward caress, he pushed the hem of her skirt further up her leg. "This is what angers you, Jason: the sight of your woman being touched by another man." The words purred out of Miguel's mouth softly, tickling her ear. If she had been only warm before, Jenna was feeling positively damp between her legs now. She uncrossed her ankles, parting her legs just slightly. This caused her skirt to ride up her thigh even further. In that moment, Jenna realized she wasn't wearing any panties! Suddenly concerned, Jenna felt she should stop Miguel before he made that discovery on his own. "The further I go, the harder it will become, " Miguel continued, "but we have to keep going, right my dear?" His words were soft, sultry, and seductive. He spoke them just as his fingertips brushed over Jenna's bare, shaven mound. "Ohhhhhh," Jenna moaned softly. She knew Miguel's fingers had come away wet from that contact, because she could feel him smearing the wetness all over the lips of her swollen pussy. Jenna spread her legs further apart. She glanced down and saw that her womanhood was fully exposed, the thin skirt pulled all the way up past her hips. She gasped as she watched Miguel slid his finger along her slit, dividing her mons venus, and then dipping it slowly inside her. Jenna gasped, gripping Miguel's shoulder with one hand, and the arm of the chair with the other. At some conscious level, Jenna was aware her husband was sitting right next to her. Though she desperately wanted to make eye contact with him, she did not turn her head to do so. Instead, she watched intently as this handsome and exotic stranger continued to rub and finger her slit. She couldn't believe how incredibly wet she was from his touch. Jenna undulated slowly on Miguel's lap. She spread her legs further apart, giving Miguel's probing finger ample access to the juncture between her thighs. She whimpered as his fingers slipped inside her and then trembled as he slowly slid them out. While rubbing Jenna's pussy with his right hand, Miguel used his left hand to pull Jenna's hair to the side. As his lips closed on the nape of her neck, Jenna moaned. "Oh, god," she pleaded, "Please don't stop." Miguel didn't stop. One finger became two, and two fingers became three. Jenna's inner thigh, mound, and pussy lips were soon drenched, coated with her wetness. Meanwhile, Miguel's lips and tongue had found a particularly sensitive spot on the nape of Jenna's neck. Jenna writhed, gyrating her hips slowly up and down on Miguel's finger. The act felt deliciously wanton. "You want to suck my hard cock, don't you?" Miguel whispered into her ear. It was spoken as a question, but it entered Jenna's mind more as a suggestion, or rather ... a command. Jenna's eyes fluttered open. She felt herself floating up slightly, from some deep level of murky subconsciousness. She then realized her hand was rubbing Miguel's cock. She had been squeezing it through his pants, trying to get a feel for it's thickness and size. And now, at his spoken invitation (command), Jenna realized that she very much wanted to see it freed from his pants. She wanted to suck on Miguel's hard cock. It was the only thing she could think of. Without a glance in her husband's direction, Jenna slid off the good doctor's lap. She turned, then dropped slowly to her knees. Jenna pulled her hair back, smoothing it behind her ears. "Can I?" Jenna asked, rubbing Miguel's hardness through his pants. Miguel nodded. Jenna paused. 'I love my husband,' she thought to herself, as her fingers slowly unzipped Miguel's trousers and tugged off his belt. 'I need to help him confront his jealousies. Head on.' Jenna was vaguely aware she had heard those words spoken before. She couldn't quite recall where or when. The room was so warm, the scent of lilacs was heavy in the air, and Jenna found it so difficult to concentrate. "Tick, tock," said the grandfather clock. "Tick, tock." Jenna shrugged, then peeled Miguel's pants to either side. She was delighted to find that the Miguel was commando. His semi-erect cock sprang into view. "Oh my," Jenna whispered. It was immediately apparent that Miguel was larger than her husband, and not by a small amount. Even now, not fully erect, Miguel was BIG. She hefted his cock in one hand, marveling at the size. "Jesus," she heard her husband say. He tried to lunge forward. "Cálmate," Miguel said sharply. Jason quieted immediately, settling back down onto the couch. "I told you it would become harder, Jason." Jenna wondered if this was really happening. It all felt so much like a dream. If it was truly happening, what would Jason remember from watching all of this? What would she remember? "We need to keep going, right my dear? " she asked, looking up into Miguel's eyes. "I mean, the further I go, the harder it will become." Miguel nodded. Somewhere far away, a clock ticked on, like a giant metronome. Something was becoming harder, Jenna realized. Her hand was slowly stroking Miguel's cock, and she could feel it stiffening beneath her grip. 'What am I doing?' Jenna thought to herself. 'You want to suck this cock,' another part of her consciousness replied. An image filled her mind -- her lips wrapped around Miguel's cock as it slowly pumped in and out of her mouth. 'But that would be so wrong,' she told herself. 'I'm a married woman.' Jenna tried to concentrate, but all she could think of was this big, meaty cock sliding in between her lips. A small droplet of precum formed at the tip of Miguel's cock. She was awed at the sight of it. Jenna leaned closer. She closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked the droplet off Miguel's dick. She let the salty taste dance across her tongue. "Mmmmm," she purred, leaning back for a moment, eyes still closed. Jenna opened her eyes, leaned forward, once again sticking out her tongue. This time she licked from the base of Miguel's shaft, all the way up to the very tip of his cock. It was Jenna's first taste of a cock in many months, and she took her time with it. She laughed lightly as the shaft grew thicker and harder under her tongue. 'The further I go, the harder it becomes,' Jenna marveled, 'I can make him harder with just one lick of my tongue!' At the tip, Jenna paused. She pursed her lips and kissed the head of Miguel's beautiful, hard cock. Then she parted her lips, and let it slide slowly into her mouth. As she felt the smooth, bulby head go past her lips, Jenna started to rub her tongue along the sensitive underside of Miguel's penis. "Mmmmmm," Miguel moaned, "That's a good girl." With Miguel's cock in her mouth, she started to bob her head up and down. 'Oh jeez, I miss sucking cock,' Jenna thought to herself. 'I really do.' Jenna lifted her head, and stopped sucking to admire the slobbering wetness she had left on Miguel's cock. She stroked the meaty shaft with her hand. She was slightly intimidated by it's size, her fingers barely fit around it! 'I shouldn't be doing this,' she thought, becoming contemplative while giving Miguel a deliciously slow hand job. Her hands stroked it up and down, keeping in motion with the tick tock sound of the clock. 'But want it so bad.' With that thought, she dove back down on his rod. She slurped, and gobbled, and sucked Miguel deep into her mouth. Miguel's hand closed around her hair, then tightened into a fist while pushing her further down onto his cock. Jenna obliged, deep throating Miguel until she gagged and finally came up sputtering. "Oh my god, you're so big," Jenna said. 'But I'm a Jason's girl,' her subconscious tried to fight back. Jenna went back and forth, from blow job to hand job, wrestling with her emotions and conflicting thoughts. At one point, sliding her hand up and down Miguel's cock, a glitter of sunlight burst into her consciousness. Her diamond wedding ring had caught a stream of sunlight from the window, and the reflection dazzled brilliantly into her eyes. Jenna shook her head slightly. She felt herself awakening slowly, as if from a deep, restful sleep. Her hands continued to twist on Miguel's cock when another glint of sunlight sparkled in her eye, jabbing her fully awake. A grandfather clock tick-tocked. Jenna blinked. Slowly, she took in her surroundings. 'Where am I?' she thought. She immediately became aware that she was on her knees, between a man's legs, and gripping that man's cock tightly in one hand. 'Interesting.' Jenna looked up. It was Dr. Miguel Aiza. She had met him in the waiting room. That seemed like days ago! Dr. Aiza was smiling down at her as she slowly jerked him off. Jenna looked down and noticed that her other hand was down between her legs. She was touching herself, rubbing her clit. Her nipples were pressed against the fabric of her dress and oh, so very hard. There were a pair of feet in her peripheral vision. Jenna looked over and saw her husband. That surprised her most of all. He was sitting on the couch beside her -- when had he moved over there? And why wasn't he seething with anger right now at what she was doing? Jason had a blank stare on his face. Jenna thought about her situation carefully. Hypnosis. He was hypnotized. And she had been, too! Jenna hadn't stopped twisting and stroking Miguel's cock. If anything, she had started to stroke him slightly faster. "Oh, honey," she said, in a soft cooing voice. "The wedding ring you gave me looks sooooo good wrapped around Dr. Aiza's dick." 'What a bitch thing to say,' Jenna thought to herself. But at the same time, she found it to be immensely cathartic. Liberating! It summed up all the feelings of frustration she had felt for the past few months. A huge burden was suddenly lifted from her shoulders. Jenna continued to stroke Miguel's cock, and when there was no reaction from her husband, she giggled. She looked up at Miguel and winked at him. Miguel grew concerned for a brief moment. While she was under, Jenna shouldn't be talking with or even acknowledging her husband. She certainly shouldn't be taunting him, as she had just done. Miguel looked into Jenna's eyes carefully. "I love sucking your cock," she said, a lustful twinkle in her eyes. She laughed happily as she brought her mouth to his cock once again. This time, when Jenna sucked Miguel deep into her mouth, it took his breath away. Then she sucked him in even more. Miguel admired the woman's amazing oral talents, even as he rocked his head back and moaned. "Oh yes, suck that cock," he said. "You make me feel like a dirty, little slut," Jenna said, finally coming up for air. Miguel grew more suspicious. He had said none of those key words. Jenna had spoken them entirely on her own, and she was now sucking on his dick with twice the intensity she had been before. Miguel didn't know exactly how Jenna had brought herself out of the trance, but she had. Still, it had not changed her lustful desires. 'Surprising,' he thought to himself. 'But good. This will be better. More intense. Both for her, and for me!' "I can't wait to feel this big, meaty cock deep inside my pussy," she said in a husky voice, stroking him hard, then taking him in her mouth and sucking his dick again. "I have to get it all wet," she explained, spitting on it and then jerking him up and down with her fist. "So you can slip right inside me." "I think it's wet enough," Miguel said, taking Jenna's hands, and lifting her to her feet. Jenna smiled and then stood. She watched Miguel's expression as she slipped the thick straps of her contour dress off each shoulder. With one swift motion, she pushed the top down to her waist. Miguel's eyes grew wide at the sight of her double D breasts popping into view. Jenna smiled as she looked down to admire her tits. She cupped them with both hands, the nipples peeked between her fingers. Jenna suddenly recognized them from somewhere else. 'I am that woman in the painting,' she thought to herself. 'The woman who slid the top of her blue dress down to her waist. The woman who was fondling the genitalia of a strange man she had just met.' Jenna raised her left breast up high. She never took her eyes of Miguel as she leaned her head down, and then licked at her left nipple with her tongue. Jenna contemplated her emotions right now. She couldn't believe how brazen this act was, stroking a strange man's cock, licking at her own breasts; she was so incredibly turned on. "You make me so fucking horny," Jenna said at last. Jenna now wore her dress more like a belt, both the skirt and the top bunched around her hip. Miguel decided to get rid of the garment all together. He tugged it down over the curve of Jenna's hip. 'Oh my god,' she said, as her dress slipped down to her ankles, 'I need his cock in me so bad.' Jenna looked to her husband and then asked in a meek, coy, little voice, "Honey, you wouldn't mind if Dr. Aiza fucked me, would you?" Jason just sat there with a dull, passive look on his face. Jenna continued to stroke Miguel's cock slowly while cooing coyly to her husband. "I mean, you want me to be happy, right, sweety? I haven't had a good fuck in, oh, such a very long time. And I'm so fucking horny right now. And here's this great, big cock, right in front of me ..." Jenna grabbed Miguel's tie as she turned to walk across the room, pulling him in her wake. She stepped out of her dress, but left her high heels on as she sauntered slowly over to Miguel's desk. "This way, big boy," she said, looking over her shoulder at Miguel, watching his every expression. A Lil' Hypnotherapy For his part, Miguel was plainly surprised and delighted at her self-initiated, slutty behavior. His eyes were drawn to the curve of her ass. She gave him an incredible show, swaying her hips from side to side as she sauntered slowly across the room. Her round bottom emphasized every motion, and now it was the doctor who seemed hypnotized ... by Jenna's body! Jenna stopped, letting go of Miguel's tie and laying her palms flat upon the surface of the smooth, mahogany desk. Jenna tossed her hair over one shoulder, looking back at Miguel with a devilish grin. She then leaned over, resting her right elbow on the desk while lifting her left leg to lay atop the desk's surface. With her other leg still planted on the ground, Jenna's was now spread conveniently wide. Miguel let his pants slide to the floor, then took his cock in his hand. He rubbed it up and down the entrance of Jenna's slit. Jenna felt the head of Miguel's penis parting her pussy lips just slightly. He made several strokes in this manner, smearing Jenna's juices across the tip of his cock. "Oh my god," Jenna gasped, when she felt Miguel starting to push his cock into her pussy. She brought her left hand down to his thigh and pushed him back. "Slow," she whispered. "Slow." Miguel took his time, not rushing, letting her get used to his thickness. Jenna released the pressure of her palm, signaling she was ready for more of him. He slowly pushed in another inch. "Oh, fuck, Miguel," she whimpered. Miguel pushed slowly in another inch. "Oh, baby," Jenna said loudly, looking down at her reflection but talking to her husband, "he is so much bigger than you. I think he's going to split me in two." As Miguel started to slowly push more of his giant cock into her, Jenna gripped the table edge tightly. She held her breath as Miguel's cock continued to push inside her slowly, inch by inch. Jenna exhaled when he finally stopped, filling her completely. "Oh my god," she said simply. "Oh my fucking god!" Jenna squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock, gripping him tight. They both froze in that moment for an impossibly long time. "Are you alright," Miguel asked quietly "Oh yes," Jenna whispered back. "So fucking right." Miguel retreated, just a small amount. Jenna gasped as Miguel pushed his way back in. He repeated the motion, sliding out a bit further this time. He paused, and then pushed his way back in. "Oh, Jesus," she whispered. Again he pulled out, further, almost half way out, then pushed himself fully into her again. The desk was sturdy. It hardly rocked as Miguel started pumping his dick in and out of Jenna's sopping wet pussy. Jenna felt her body trembling, her breath coming in short quick gasps as she every delicious inch of Miguel's cock sliding in and out, faster and faster. "Oh, baby," Jenna looked over at her husband, panting breathlessly. "He is fucking me. Do you see? He is fucking me so good." Miguel's cock was incredibly hard. She squeezed herself around him tight as he slammed it home, deep in her cunt again and again. "I'm going to cum," she cried, afraid that it was too soon and wanting this to last much, much longer. "No, no, baby ... oh fuck, I'm going to cum." Miguel didn't slow down his pace. He simply grabbed her hips and continued ramming into her harder and harder, faster and faster. Jenna felt the throbbing of her orgasm start to rock through her body. Her pussy gripped Miguel's cock and spasmed around it. Soon she was shaking uncontrollably. Jenna clenched the desk with white knuckles as she experienced the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her entire life. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Jenna whispered breathlessly, as Miguel eventually slowed his pace. He was still sliding in and out, but much slower, much more tenderly. Jenna was leaning forward, half standing, half laying atop the smooth, surface. She sobbed quietly, clutching the desk, holding tight. She felt that if she let go, her body would float away. "Still alright?" Miguel asked, with tender concern. "Oh my god, yes," she said, as reality gradually settled in around her. "That was amazing.That was so fucking amazing!" *** Jenna giggled, looking at her reflection and current situation. As she started to turn her gaze back toward Miguel, her eyes focused on something out of place. It was a photo, partially sticking out from under the phone on Miguel's desk. She reached over and pulled the photo out from it's hiding spot. She expected to see an image of Miguel's wife, or perhaps his family. She was completely shocked to find it was a picture of herself. In the photo, Jenna stood before a wedding alter, in her wedding gown. Her white, satin gown was splayed all around her in a wide arc. She recognized the photo immediately. It was the one Jason normally kept in his wallet. "What's this?" she asked, holding the photo up over her shoulder for Miguel to see. "I believe that is a photo of you from your wedding day," Miguel said. "I know what it fucking is," Jenna said, suddenly ashamed, confused and irritated. "Why is it under YOUR phone and not in my husband's wallet?" Miguel leaned forward, so that his chest was pressed against her back. Jenna became suddenly aware that Miguel's cock was still very hard, still very long, and still buried very deep inside her pussy. He spoke softly into her ear. "The first appointment I had with your husband," he said, starting to slowly slide his cock out of her hole, "I asked if he had a photo of you. That is what he showed me." Jenna looked at herself, at the innocent white gown, offset by her dazzling tan, and her long, dark hair. Her hair and makeup was perfect, the gown was strapless, and the plunging, low V neckline gave a wonderful view of her cleavage and ample bosom. No doubt about it, she was hot -- so fucking hot -- in that wedding dress. "I knew then I wanted you," Miguel said, thrusting his cock forward. "Oh, god," Jenna said, confusion and irritation starting to melt away. Miguel paused, then started to pull out again. "I knew then," he grabbed Jenna's hair in both hands, wrapped it tight, "I knew then I wanted to fuck you." "Oh, shit," Jenna cried, as he pulled her hair back and plowed his way into her pussy again. His cock felt so good when it was buried all the way in; she whimpered when he started to pull out. "I knew then I wanted to OWN you," he hissed. "Oh, god, yes," Jenna whimpered. "Own that pussy." Miguel pulled out of her, then slammed his cock back home. "Make that fucking pussy yours," Jenna begged desperately. Whatever regrets she had briefly felt a moment before were now completely gone. Jenna held the photo in one hand, and reached down between her legs with the other. She fiddled her clit while looking down at the wedding photo. She drifted back to that miserable night. She started to fantasize she was there in the bridal sweet with Miguel, and that he was now peeling that wedding dress off her body. "Oh, Jesus," Jenna said, fingering her button with her thumb. Her long, red-lacquered fingernails scraped against Miguel's cock as he slid into her. She couldn't believe how incredibly wet and horny he made her. He was finding all her hot spots, and in all the most perfect ways. When Miguel's hands came around front to pinch her nipples, Jenna squealed. "Holy shit!" Miguel timed the slow, steady pinching of her nipples with the inward thrusts of his cock, then rubbed them gently as he slowly slid out of her. Again and again he did this, and the effect was sending Jenna slowly toward the edge. "Oh baby, I hope you are watching," Jenna said to her husband. "You have to learn a thing or two from him. Oh. OHHHH! OH SHIT!" Jenna gripped the table again, as Miguel started pistoning his cock in and out of her. Soon her body was pushing back, twerking her ass up and down as Miguel fucked her hard. Her elbows were starting to slip on the desk, and Jenna realized that her entire body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Her breath was coming out in shallow gasps. Miguel found a rhythm and was hammering hard into her pussy now. "Oh yes, that's it," Jenna moaned fiercely. "Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop. I need you to fucking own that pussy." The tick tock of the grandfather clock was soon drowned out by the slap, slap, slap sound of their rough sex. Jenna's pussy was dripping wet, and she was squeezing hard every time Miguel thrust inside her. Whenever his cock thrust home, Jenna could fell his balls bounce against her mound. She looked back at Miguel, gasped, her mouth formed into a perfect "O" as her second orgasm built to its crescendo. "Oh my, ohhhhh, lovely ..." She closed her eyes and lost control. Her entire body shook as Miguel savagely pounded her. He could actually feel her gushing around his cock this time. Great, big squirts covering his cock, his leg and the desk. "OH MY GOD!" Jenna screamed, as the height of the orgasm rippled through her. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." Again Miguel rode her orgasm, letting it rock through her completely, slowing his pace only when he sensed that she had cummed. Jenna slowly came back from blissful euphoria. She felt extremely wobbly and dizzy. She looked over her shoulder at Miguel. "I just came so hard. Do you feel that? Do you feel what you fucking do to me?" Indeed, Miguel had. Never had he fucked a woman so passionate, so intense. He had often used hypnosis to cuckhold a patient, but Jenna was the first wife who wasn't hypnotized when he fucked her in front of her husband. He wanted more of her. Miguel pulled out of Jenna, took her hand and pulled her off the desk. He slid off his shirt, and stepped out of the trousers that were pooled around his ankles. Miguel then lay down on the carpeted floor, in front of the small couch, his head near Jason's feet. Jenna saw that Miguel intended for her to get down there on the floor with him. She realized, with great delight, that Miguel wasn't done. His cock was still rock hard, and standing tall. This man had crazy stamina. After three months of being sex-deprived, Jenna found herself insatiably hungry for more. She took her position, standing over Miguel while facing her husband. She watched Jason's blank expression as she squatted down slowly, then spread her knees wide apart. She guided Miguel's cock between her legs with one hand, inserting the tip of his cock in her pussy. "Ok, baby," Jenna spoke directly to her husband now, watching his face intently. "Here we go." Jenna lowered herself slowly, impaling herself on Miguel's massive pole. Before, when she was atop the desk, Miguel controlled the pace of their fucking. Now, in this position, Jenna did. And she took full advantage. She leaned back on her right hand for balance, anchored her high heel spikes into the plush carpet near Miguel's hips, and undulating her hips up and down. "Oh, sweety, look at his great big cock sliding in and out of my cunt," Jenna laughed haughtily. "Do you see him spreading me open? He's so fucking big! Do you see that? Oh, I love sliding all the way down his cock and feeling him deep inside my pussy. Oh, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh shit!" Jenna rubbed her fingers furiously over her clit, bouncing up and down on Miguel's prick. When she felt she was getting too close to orgasm, she simply slowed down. "Oh my god," she whimpered, now talking over her shoulder to Miguel. "Your dick feels so good." "Are you happy?" Miguel asked. "Oh, fuck," Jenna exclaimed, her tits bouncing up and down while her whole body pumped his cock. "I am so fucking happy!" Jenna looked at her husband as she continued to slide Miguel's throbbing cock in and out of her vagina. "What about you, honey?" she asked sweetly, mocking his hypnotic, unresponsive state. "Are you happy?" Jenna started twiddling her clit faster and faster while rocking her hips up and down. "OH MY GOD," she cried, then stopped rocking suddenly. "I don't want to cum yet." Jenna stopped, but it took every ounce of her willpower to do that. She sat there, eyes tightly shut, Miguel's cock still rock hard, buried deep inside her. Gradually, Jenna opened her eyes. "Oh, honey," Jenna said to her husband, "We're gonna have to make more appointments." She looked back at the man she was fucking. "Can we make more appointments, Miguel?" "I think we can arrange that," he smiled. "Fuck me on the couch," Jenna begged. She lifted herself slowly from his rod, then rose unsteadily to her feet. She half-walked, half-stumbled to the loveseat. "Oh, baby," Jenna said to her husband. "I am so fucking cock drunk, I can hardly stand." Jenna kneeled next to her husband, leaning close to whisper in his ear. "We need more appointments. We need appointments every fucking week." The couch was small, built for two. Her husband was sitting on one end, facing forward. Jenna kneeled beside him, facing the backside of the couch. She spread her legs apart as far as she could, straddling one knee between her husband's legs. She looked over her shoulder at Miguel, lifted her plump derriere up and wiggled it invitingly. Jenna moaned as she felt Miguel's cock sliding up and down her slit. Having already cum twice, Jenna was incredibly tight, but Miguel noticed that she was able to take the size of him more easily now. "Oh, sweety, thank you," Jenna smoothed her husband's hair back, and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss. I'm getting a really good fuck today." "You like having my cock inside your tight, wet pussy?" Miguel asked. "Oh, shit," Jenna cried, tossing her hair back and looking over her shoulder to him with a pleading expression on her face. "You don't understand. I've never had sex so good. I've never--" Jenna could not finish the sentence. Miguel's cock had just slammed deep inside her cunt. Her hands clawed at the back of the couch as Miguel started to slowly piston inside her. "Oh fuck," she screamed. "YES, YES, YES!! EVERY. FUCKING. WEEK!!" Miguel slowed, and then stopped, letting Jenna do all the work. She was slamming herself against him now faster and faster. "Fuck yes, let me just grind into you!" Jenna tried kissing her husband on the lips, but it was like kissing a mannequin. Miguel leaned over, twisted her face away from Jason roughly and meet her lips with his own. Jenna kissed back and felt herself floating away with him. Jenna could feel Miguel building toward his climax. He was thrusting into her again, meeting each of her hip movements with a thrust of his own. She held herself at the brink of orgasm as long as she should. Just when she felt she could hold it no longer, she felt Miguel's release -- first in the way his entire body went rigid and tight, and then a sensation like a fast, hot, liquid bullet hitting deep insider her, followed by another and another. "Oh, fuck yes -- fill me with your cum," Jenna panted. "Oh, god, I'm cumming now, too. Right fucking now!" Stars exploded, and so did Jenna. For the third time in an hour, her mind and body were carried away to heavenly bliss. Their lips closed upon each other's again. As they kissed, they both pumped, squeezed and held each other tight. When it was over, Miguel was still, but Jenna remained in motion for a very long time, rocking back into Miguel more and more slowly and then eventually stopping. Her eyes fluttered open. "That was amazing," she whispered. "Get dressed and back to the lobby," Miguel said smiling. "I've got to bring your husband out of the trance before my next appointment gets here in ten minutes." Jenna laughed, disentangled herself, and headed for the lobby, grabbing her clothes along the way.