0 comments/ 8198 views/ 6 favorites Fifth Time's the Charm By: Elenriel "Hi, Jan." "Oh, Alex! Just a sec... Okay, so I see you've signed up to bring a dessert-y thing to the company picnic. How many family members will be coming, too?" "None. I don't have any family." Jan blinked. "Girlfriends are okay, too." "None of those, either." "Okayyyyy..." Jan's look must have implied mental gears shifting. "I'm not gay, either," Alex said with a little chuckle. "I didn't think I could be that far wrong about you, but... If not that, well, it makes you not having a wife and a brood of kids inexplicable." Alex's eyes took on a faraway look. Jan picked up on that look; it wasn't the first time she'd seen him self-trance. "I've been close to married...four times." "What stopped you?" Jan asked. "Each time, when nearly there, each girl found someone who excited them more. Very nearly there...the last time." Alex suddenly emerged from his reverie. His face clearly indicated he'd said more than he'd intended. But something seemed to still be necessary to close the conversation. "Dating is a bad luck road for me. I've stopped walking it." He brightened and added, "I'm looking forward to the picnic, though. I'm in the volleyball tournament." Alex turned to go. "Later, then. I'll get my timesheet filled in by the end of the day." He didn't know it, but Jan's eyes followed Alex all the way down the hall. She was the administrative assistant for the engineers in the R&D department, of which Alex was the most talented, though not yet the most senior. She knew him to be kind and thoughtful, too. Not just around the office − she'd seen him at company sponsored volunteer work. He was also just about her age. All these facts, on top of the new revelations, put Alex in a whole new light for her. The way he'd said, "I've stopped walking it," that was problematic, though. Jan was very empathetic, and believed he really meant it. But she had a notion of how to proceed. Each night for the next several days, she researched and rehearsed her plan. Some days later at the picnic, Jan waved Alex over to her table, a table she'd deliberately chosen away from the rest of the people at the gathering. Privacy was what she wanted. "Hey, Alex. Better to be a little bit away from the noise, eh?" "This whole shindig is mostly your doing, right? Renting the venue, arranging the barbecue, and all the rest. You've got mad organizing skills." "No...just average. I have mad skills in only one field of endeavor." A bit of a grin flickered at the corner of her mouth. "And what is that?" Alex wanted to know. "I'll show you, but not here." She sipped her Diet Coke. "I was thinking about what you said the other day. My 'road' was better than yours, but I've had my share of bad luck. I was married just once, but it was good. He was a loving man, and we had a son together. Then they were both killed in a big pileup during a freezing rain storm three years ago." "That's terrible! Worse than my troubles, for sure." "I'm not sure about that. At least I still have good memories...and hope." "I wish there was something I could do." "Well, actually there is, now that you mention it," Jan said casually. "What's that?" Jan noticed there was a bit of tension around Alex's eyes as he said that. "I'm trying to get wi-fi in my house, and the darn thing's just not working. I could trade you a proper home-cooked meal," she entreated. The tension vanished. "Sure, I can do that. Tomorrow's Saturday; is that a good day?" "Let me write down my address." "So cooking is your mad skill?" Alex wondered. "No, that's not it," Jan said with a little smile. The next day, Jan ushered Alex into her bedroom. "The cable comes in on the far side of the dresser, and I'm pretty sure it goes to the modem," she said. She gestured vaguely at her bed, and Alex sat down on the edge of it without thinking about it. "Then the salesman said I needed a wireless router." She picked up the thing from the dresser. "He was right about that," Alex confirmed. Jan began to offer the router to Alex, but then pulled it back slightly out of reach. His hand remained extended to take it. "Look at this part right here..." While his eyes were on the ports on the back panel, she reached out with her right hand to his. It started like a handshake, but then transformed into an Ericksonian-style instant induction. She drew her hand away with a gentle touch by the thumb, a lingering drawing away of the little finger, and a faint brushing of the Alex's hand with the middle finger. She gently shifted to a touch with her little finger, then her middle, then again with her thumb. Finally, she gave the lightest of touches to the undersurface of his hand so it barely suggested an upward push. This was followed by a similar utterly slight downward touch. She broke off the contact; the whole thing was performed smoothly and precisely, over the course of two or three seconds. His hand floated in space, cataleptic. Quickly, but without seeming to rush, she brought her free hand before his eyes and made a downsweeping motion with her fingertip, just as she said, "Sleep!" Her voice was not loud, but carried an intonation of insistent command. Alex's head dropped, and his eyes closed. Alex never remembered that first hour of his first deep trance. Jan kept him under a comforting cloud of hypnotic amnesia during that time. She started with conventional deepening techniques, and then asked some personal questions. She elicited more about the experiences that turned him away from family life. She'd seen the pain in him, and was not surprised to learn that he'd caught his fourth fiancée in bed with a groomsman the day before the wedding. Then she performed a few experiments to assess his hypnotizability. His capacity was excellent, just as her husband's had been, just as the way she'd seen Alex drop into self-trances had led her to hope. She smiled to herself, wider and wider as Alex murmured his answers. She became more sanguine that she was on the right path. Jan carefully laid a few triggers in place that would be helpful later, benign ones that his subconscious would not find threatening. Then she launched into the part that was new to her, the part she'd rehearsed all week: an age regression. With gentle metaphor and references to historical events she guided Alex's mind back to his first term at college. Then she lifted the amnesia. This part, she needed him to remember later. "Tell me about the campus, Alex." "It's beautiful. The trees and the ivy are still green, but a few of the big maples are blushing red and orange at the top. The residence halls smell like fresh paint." "Do you know anyone on campus?" "No." "Are you hoping to meet a girlfriend?" "Yes." "Are you a bit nervous, just out of high school and still a virgin?" "A bit." "You're going into the registrar's office," Jan suggested, guiding Alex's trance more actively. "You have paperwork that needs to be straightened out. The secretary is pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. She's young, too − just your age. The nameplate on the desk says, 'Janine.' She takes care of your scheduling problem. The smiles she gives you as she works are warm and inviting. You're pretty sure she likes you − that if you asked her out she'd say yes. Do you trust yourself enough to suggest a date?" There was a pause, and Jan felt a moment of trepidation. But then Alex whispered, "Yes." "Ask her then." "Would you like to go to the Film Festival on Friday night?" "She says, 'yes.' How do you feel about that, Alex?" "I'm happy. Excited." "Now Friday has come and you're at the movies with Janine. You get the feeling she'd like you to put your arm around her. Do you trust that you understand her intent?" "Yes." "Do you put your arm around her?" "Yes." "She sighs happily and leans against you. Do you decide to ask her out again?" "Yes." "You have another good date. When you take her home, her lips part slightly. They tremble in the dim light. What will you do?" "I will kiss her." "She responds to your kiss. Her lips are warm. When you part, her eyes sparkle in the moonlight, somehow seeming bold and shy at the same time. A few days pass, and now it's the end of September. Tell me about the campus." "The birches are starting to turn. The maples are fully in flame. The cafeteria has a big dispenser of apple cider at every meal. All us freshman are sweating our first big term paper on The Illiad." "You're on another date with Janine. You're cheering for the women's varsity soccer team. Janine's roommate is a midfielder. The two of you are wrapped in a blanket to ward off the autumn chill as you sit on the grassy edge of the field. What color is the blanket, Alex?" "It's plaid. Mostly red with stripes of black and yellow." "Under the blanket, where the rest of the world can't see, Janine takes your hand." For the first time, Jan added a tactile component to go alongside her voice, physically holding Alex's hand. "She seems to want to move it somewhere. Alex, do you trust her to place it where she wants?" "Yes." "Janine places your hand on her breast." In the real world, Jan moved Alex's hand to her living breast. "She wants you to give her pleasure." Alex's hand began to move, both in reality and in his internal fantasy. Soon Jan gave a little shiver and a soft moan. Clearly Alex's four fiancées had taught him well before foolishly abandoning him. His touch was not rough, but it wasn't tentative, either. To Jan it was perfect, and would still have been even if this wasn't the first time since her widowing that any hand but her own had been there. She'd missed it so much. One tear of happiness glistened at the corner of her eye. She encouraged him with her words, describing the way Janine was cuddling her back against his chest, the way Janine was murmuring, "Feels so good! So good!" When the moment was right, Jan applied a subtle downward pressure on Alex's hand. "Alex, Janine seems to be guiding you downwards. You think she's ready for you to touch her intimately. Do you want to do this?" "Yes." Jan guided his hand down between her thighs. She got him started the right way, using her own finger to guide his: with medium pressure, just above the head of her pearl, using a stroke aligned with her slit. Then she let him do what he would. Jan needed to keep him engaged with her words. It became harder and harder to keep her thoughts in the third person: to say, "You're about to make Janine come!" when all she wanted was to yell, "You're making me come!" The moment came! Jan's body shook like and aspen leaf in a wind. She bit her lip to not cry out. She needed the trance to go on just a little longer; she mustn't shock Alex out of it now! Summoning all her will power, she said in her hypnotist's voice, "Janine's climax rolls over her. She kisses you gratefully." She gently disengaged Alex's hand. "The soccer game has ended, and the home team has won. Janine tells you that her roommate won't be home for hours. She tells you that the team always parties hard after a victory. Will you let Janine take you to her room?" "Yes." Jan began shifting her body around. "Now you're at the door to her dorm room," Jan intoned. "She gives you that bold-but-shy look you've seen before. 'I started taking the Pill,' she says as she opens the door. Will you go inside with her?" "Yes." "Now you're laying on her bed, looking up at her in the dim light. The scent of her arousal fills the room. Your cock is throbbingly stiff." Jan smiled to see that was certainly true in the reality she could see with her eyes. "A bit of her wetness drips down onto your penis. You feel the drip sliding along the surface. She wants you, Alex. Will you let her be your first?" "Yes!" "Things will be different, you know. When a woman envelops you in her most secret place, you can't help but open your heart some. You wake an ancient magic when you place yourself between a woman's thighs. You might soon love her − love her more than anyone else in your life. Are you still ready to be inside her?" "Yes." "It's happening now," Jan said, and it did happen − in both the physical and psychological spheres. Jan lowered her self slowly onto Alex's cock and enjoyed the once known and long missed sensation of joining. She used her hypnotic guidance and trained Kegel squeezes to move him quickly and deliberately to maximum climax. And it was big − perhaps the most she'd ever evoked. She could physically feel how full she was, and cum was oozing out of her all around the base of his shaft. While Alex still trembled in the grip of it, Jan leaned forwards and lowered her voice. There was one more trigger to place. "The next day you buy a gift for Janine to commemorate what's happened between you. It's a necklace with a charm in the form of a circular lozenge of art glass, with orange and yellow spiraling around a transparent center. When you see that charm, you must be with Janine, for there are no others like it in the world. Even if you've been somewhere else in the meantime, when you see that charm, you're with Janine. It will be fall quarter, freshman year, one day later than the last time you two were together before." There was a slight murmur in the back of Alex's throat, acknowledgement, perhaps. Janine had to be sure. "Alex, what gift did you give Janine?" "A necklace with a charm...glass...orange and yellow spirals." "Since you gave it to Janine, if you see it, who must be with you?" "Janine." "And when must it be? "Fall quarter, freshman year." Satisfied, Jan disengaged and lay down on her side, facing Alex. She performed the next to the last stage by bringing Alex's mind back to the present day. She clarified that he would remember Janine and how he surrendered his virginity to her back in freshman year. Finally, she ended the session. "Five...four...three...two...one. Wide awake!" Alex opened his eyes. He blinked twice and shivered in place. Over the course of a few seconds he took in his naked state, then Jan's naked state. His voice was a little wild when he croaked out, "What did you do?!" Jan's voice, in contrast, was completely matter-of-fact and unruffled. "I seduced you with the help of my mad hypnosis skills." "Why did you do that?!" Jan's calm example hadn't noticeably rubbed off on Alex yet. "I want to marry you. This is my opening bid." "Marry me?!" "You're excellent husband material. I had an excellent husband, so I know what to look for." "Did you have to do...this?!" "Yes, I did. I felt your sincerity when you said, 'I don't walk that road.' I only had one viable option: to take you to a time before you ever set foot on that road, before you'd ever been hurt, and coax you to take the first step onto a different path." "But...husband?!" "For years you wanted to be a husband and to have a wife. The feelings you spoke to me grew stronger every time I guided you to regress to a year before one of your bad experiences. When we finally reached a time before your first short-sighted fiancée, those feelings were again present in full force. The result you can see for yourself." She smiled gently, understandingly, as she gestured towards her vulva. Alex's gaze followed her gesture, and he saw his cum silently and copiously dripping out of her. As if needing to change the subject before being overwhelmed, Alex asked. "How did you learn to do this?" "My first job was as a secretary at a university. And my name really is Janine − I know most people assume it's short for Janet. A perk that staff possessed but seldom used was the right to audit classes. On a lark, I audited 'Basic Therapeutic Hypnosis' from the Psych department. It turned out I was a natural. Three weeks into the class and I was better at inductions than professors with years of experience. I audited every class they had on the subject, and read every book in the library." "The Psych department started paying me to moonlight as their hypnotist for experiments. The fellow who became my husband was one of the many students I entranced so he could earn a stipend as a test subject." "Did you tamper with him to make him propose?" Alex asked with suspicion in his voice. "Heavens no!" Jan ridiculed the idea with a laugh and a dismissive wave of her hand. "He asked because I proved I'd be the best wife in the world." "What made you the best?" Alex asked, still a little frightened but fascinated in spite of himself. "My mad hypnosis skills, of course. But used to reward and not coerce. My Daniel spent at least a little part of every day of our marriage in a trance, and he loved it that way. As 'vanilla' as our sex life ever got was with him in hypnotic hyperesthesia so that his cock was twice as sensitive a normal man's." Jan's eyes softened in reverie. "But our fantasy life...that was exceptional. He invented about half the things we did, and I came up with the rest." "One of his favorites was for him to become the one human, and the favorite, in the harem of sex slaves serving Dejah Thoris, princess of Helium. She of the copper-colored skin and raven black hair, clad only in jewelry. One of my favorites was to suggest he was a dashing pirate, with me as his captive, the Governor's beautiful, virginal daughter. Of course, it was a point of honor with 'Captain Bones' to seduce his prisoners into surrendering their maidenhead of their own free will." She laughed mischievously. "I remember this one St. Patrick's Day when he became a lusty leprechaun and I became a red-haired colleen. I wanted to get my hands on his pot of gold, and he wanted to get his hands on my honey pot. Our battle of wits was epic! And though I didn't get any gold, he did give me a..." She made air quotes with her free hand. "...pearl necklace." Jan looked Alex in the eye, serious again. "It never occurred to Daniel to want any other woman because I could be any other woman. That's what I'm offering you...along with a happy, comfortable home...and children if you want them. For myself, I once was a cherished wife, and I'm ready to be one again." Alex's face betrayed a whirlwind of emotions. Troubled, yes...a little frightened, yes...but Jan could see that he was tempted, too. "I can't say 'yes,' ...not yet, anyway," he said in a voice like a sigh. Her smile was reassuring. "Of course you can't, darling. It would be extraordinary if I'd banished all your demons in one session. But if you let me support you, I'll help you walk that different path step by step until you can barely remember the crossroads where you began it." "Can you really do that?" "Simplicity itself." Jan kept her face serene, although inside her emotions were churning. Her empathy told her that the make-or-break moment had come. The silence endured, but she knew better than to break it. "Help me take a step," Alex whispered at last. Internally, Jan exulted. The crisis was past, her skill would see her through the rest of the way. Externally, she reached over her shoulder and pulled her necklace around to the front. The charm was a circular lozenge of art glass, with orange and yellow spiraling around a transparent center. She let it lie upon her breast. Alex gaze lingered upon it. "Janine!" he said after a few seconds. "It's only been a day, sweetheart, but I missed you every second of it," Janine cooed. He snuggled closer to her. "Let me hold you darling." They put their arms around each other. "You can hold me forever," Janine promised. "I love you," he murmured in her ear. Fifth Time's the Charm Ch. 02 Alex's senses were flooded with goodness. His wife had just put a plate of pancakes in front of him, slathered with butter, real maple syrup, and finely chopped macadamia nuts. He lingered, taking in the sight and the smell of it, before moving in with knife and fork. "Tuck in, honey," Janine encouraged. "You might need all your strength. I figure it's today or tomorrow." "I sure hope it's today. I've been three days without, and that's longer than any stretch since before we were married." He took a big bite of his meal, and he made a face as if he'd gone to paradise. Then his look turned quizzical: Janine was eating citrus fruit salad instead of her own pancakes. He extended a forkful of carbohydrate heaven. "You're not having this?" he asked, incredulous. Janine looked a bit embarrassed. "Well...to tell the truth, dear, I'm kind of hoping for a girl. The child of my first husband, who died with him in the accident, was a boy. If we had a daughter, there's no chance I'd ever have the thought of her being a...replacement. I know it's silly." "It's not silly in the least, dear!" He got up, came around the table and gave her a little hug. "The conventional wisdom for a daughter is to eat acidic foods, have the sex early in the fertile period, and use shallow penetration," she continued to explain. "Then we'll do it just that way, darling. I can't think of any way you can use your mad skills to help, though." By that, Alex meant his wife's extraordinary hypnosis skills. Janine's talent as a hypnotist and Alex's talent as a hypnotic subject had made their marriage possible in the first place. Janine used age regression to take him back to his freshman year in college. That was an era before his four later fiancées had cheated on him and left him bitter. With his soul temporarily unscarred by cruel experience, Janine had been able to kindle new love in Alex's heart. It also made their sex life extremely interesting. During her most recent menstrual period, Janine had given her husband a hand job. Except...from Alex's point of view it wasn't his bedroom, but a forest glade. It wasn't his wife's hand, but a beautiful wood sprite's tiny body. The pixie wrapped herself arms and legs around his shaft, gratefully harvesting the potent seed she needed to bring Spring back to the forest. Janine laughed, then said, "But maybe I can think of something to bring an element of fantasy to effleurage." "What is effleurage?" Alex wanted to know. "It's belly massage for pregnant women," Janine explained using her hands. "A circular stroke with the palms, towards the head along the centerline of the belly, circling around towards the feet on the sides of the belly. I can vouch for the fact that it's very soothing, and it's supposed to do a little something positive about stretch marks." She looked contemplative. "Let me think...maybe I could make it seem like..." Alex laughed. "I don't need any incentive to rub the belly that's carrying my child! As much as you want, dear heart." "Well, let me know if you change your mind, 'cause I'll want quite a bit of it." Alex kissed her on the head and went back to his breakfast. Soon after, they had both eaten and driven to work together. Alex was an R&D engineer and Janine was a secretary at the same firm, although they planned for her to be a full-time mom if their plans for a family succeeded. The morning's work was uneventful, and they ate a quiet lunch together. But about an hour after lunch, Janine came into Alex's laboratory. She seemed quite excited. "I'm just back from the bathroom where I checked myself. According to my charting, tonight at dinnertime will be the perfect time to do it." "That's great, honey!" Alex enthused. Janine leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "So don't forget to think about my pussy!" She smiled and walked away. Alex felt a rush of heat race through his body and pool in his hips. Janine had put a few general purpose triggers in his subconscious, and one of them was, "think about my pussy." It always caused an fine, throbbing erection, as fast as his blood pressure could fill his cock. Once his penis was at full attention, the trigger was complete and what happened next would be whatever a natural hard-on would do in the circumstance. Alex discreetly tugged at his clothing so his member would have room to unbend as it swelled. Alex stayed put in his chair with his hips below table level until his erection had come and gone. Then he went to his office and called Janine. "What was your devious purpose in doing that?" he wanted to know. Janine's tone was matter-of-fact. "It's just part and parcel with our plan to have you ready to make a big deposit tonight. The three day layoff should have filled your balls with cum, and now you need to be primed to give me all of it. So think about my pussy, darling. Bye." Alex rolled his eyes, but he had to laugh, too, as he felt himself stiffen up again. He decided to work at his desk until this second boner ran its course. The task before him was proceeding well once he was flaccid once more, and he decided to listen to his iPod. He tucked the buds in his ears and launched into the playlist. At the end of track 3, however, Alex found out someone had added a selection. Just before "Intro to Star Trek: Voyager" started to play, he heard Janine's voice. "Think about my pussy!" Instant hard-on...again. "When did she do that?" Alex had to wonder. An hour later, a mandatory hazardous waste training program was delivered as an e-mail with two attachments. The first one launched web-based education on the different types of hazardous waste streams, and what needed to go where. The second was a short audio file that he clicked on without thinking twice. "Think about my pussy!" was all that it contained. "Tricked again!" Alex gasped as he became rampant once more. Of course, Janine was the one who sent out such training programs, so it would be child's play for her to insert a second file in only his e-mail. Finally it was time to go home. On their way to their car, Alex said, "I listened to my playlist today. And the TSCA training you sent out." "I don't have to do that training myself," Janine said demurely. "Was it hard?" "Yes, extremely hard...you vixen, you." "Well after such hard work you can just relax and listen to the news while I drive you home." Janine preferred to drive, since she was rather a nervous passenger. She touched a button and the public radio station was tuned in. The national and local headlines were presented, then the main program began. "Hello, I'm Robert Siegel with NPR's 'All Things Considered.' And I'm Melissa Block. In Washington today, at a press conference the President declared...think about my pussy. The press had questions about... "How did you DO that!" Alex was hastily shifting around his seat belt so his cock could stiffen in better comfort. "Well...ahh...actually you've been listening to the 3:00 news, not the 4:00. On disk." Alex now saw that the indicator on the audio panel glowed above CD and not FM. "You are driving me crazy!" he accused. "It will all be worth it in about half an hour," Janine asserted. "You've put a lot of work into this recurring theme." Janine demurred. "No...it's more of a, 'running gag.'" The CD was still playing and the voiceover said, "...to Nina Totenberg at the Supreme Court. Today, Justice Sonia Sotomayor, writing for the majority announced...think about my pussy. The significance of this ruling..." "Arrg! You got me again!" Alex stabbed the button, silencing the audio. "Aren't you afraid I'll faint with blood rushing into and out of my cock?" "You are a very healthy figure of a man, love. I'm sure your heart can stand it." A few minutes later, the car entered their driveway. As usual, Alex got out to get the mail from the post box while Janine put the car in the garage. "Junk...junk...bill...oh! A greeting card." It was addressed to Alex, so he opened it as he walked towards the house. The front of the card said "CONGRATULATIONS!" He opened it, and that action pulled a tab out of a small bit of digital electronics. At the same time as he read, "...on your big, stiff, cock," he heard, "Think about my pussy!" Alex couldn't help but laugh at this latest iteration of the running gag. "She must have planned this some time ago," he realized. "Well, this day of all days should be memorable, and now it will be." He caught up with his wife in their bedroom. She was already nude with her thighs parted artistically. He held up the card. "You caught me again, as you no doubt know," he said with a grin. "Can I hope you're not in teasing mode anymore?" "I only tease in order to please − that's my motto," she said, clearly delighted by the success of her scheme. Once Alex was also nude, he noticed that his member was only at half-staff. He opened the card a second time, and a repeat of the phrase reversed that trend towards diminishment. Immediately his cock started upwards again, bobbing slightly in rhythm with his pulse. "I'm going to keep this," he said, gesturing with the card. "It might come in handy someday." "You won't have too much use for it. 'Never let your husband's cock wonder where its next climax is coming from.' That's the best marriage advice." Alex asked, "So what do we do now to get you your preferred gender?" "Well, I've read on several sites that boy-making wrigglers swim faster than girl-making ones. Other things being equal, you get 106 boys for every 100 girls. But girl-makers have more endurance. To advantage them, you make the swim as long as possible. If we fuck now, my egg should be just released when your sperm get there after a full trip up the tube. If we fuck shallow, the swimmers have farther to go, and spend more time near the entrance, which is a bit more acidic. And if I don't come after you squirt, they don't have my contractions help them through my cervix." "So you should cum before we couple, rather than after." "Yes, just so." Alex looked thoughtful, then grinned. "You should 'prompt' me so I don't just scootch up and pounce on you the minute you're wet. I have been teased pretty hard, you know." "If you're sure. I've have been rather naughty...maybe I don't even deserve to cum." Alex pantomimed weighing the matter in his mind. "Yes, rather naughty, but not too naughty," he decided at last. "As you will." Janine paused dramatically, then said, "Lickety split!" This was a two part trigger. The phrase brought Alex's eye reflexively towards Janine's bush. The second part had to be there, too, or nothing would come of it: Janine pointing a finger at her clitoris. Which on that occasion, she was. The 'think about my pussy' trigger was a "hard" one as Alex thought about such things. It always affected him, immediately and powerfully, and he wasn't sure if there was anything he could do to short-circuit the process. But 'lickety split' seemed "soft." It seemed to Alex that he could resist it if he wanted to. He'd never tried to resist it since it had only appeared in pleasant fantasy scenes, but he guessed that he could. The trigger didn't feel like it compelled him, but rather filled him with a positive attitude about giving head. It was sort of a "I'm a great lover and great lovers flaunt their mad cunnilingus skills" vibe. Alex got on the bed and somehow managed to both crawl and strut at the same time towards his wife's pussy. He brushed it lightly with the back of his fingertips, returning a tiny bit of tease. Soon enough, though, he buried his face in salty-scented snatch. A few months before, when Janine had taken Alex into deep trance and planted the trigger, she'd also explained in detail everything he'd need to know to bliss her out with his mouth. He was normally very good at this, but the single minded attention his trigger helped him achieve moved her experience from merely sixth to seventh heaven. Janine had done her fair share of fantasizing that afternoon, and it didn't take very long for her to get her cookies under Alex's serving of licking, tonguing, and clit sucking. Her declaration, "You made me cum!" roused him from his half-trance. They both needed to catch their breaths − for very different reasons − but soon Alex asked, "So...how do we do the next part." Janine beckoned him towards her by gesture. "I have something that will work, and we may as well practice it since we'll probably do it more in the ninth month. Start missionary-style...yes, that's good. Slide in an inch and a half or so. Now you slide your legs outboard of mine and I'll grip your shaft with my thighs. Okay, now we move." "It's an interesting sensation," Alex said. "It's like...I'm thrusting inside my own skin." "A hand job with the thighs, that's what my first husband used to say. We did this when I was so far pregnant that he was afraid of bopping the poor baby on the head." She cradled Alex with her arms. "But now the time for teasing is past. Time for you to claim that big cum you've earned. Fuck me, Alex. Squirt me full up. Put a baby in my belly." Janine clamped her thighs tightly and crooned encouragement into her husband's ear. After all the teasing she'd put him through, she didn't figure it would take too long, and she was right. After about a minute, she felt him tensing. "Give it to me. Let it go!" she murmured. Alex shivered and twitched as he surrendered his seed to her. "Thank you, darling," Janine whispered. "You love me so good." A bit later, when their equilibrium was somewhat restored, Alex dressed again and forayed out for take-out since Janine didn't want to walk around and maybe drip out some of what she'd received. Later, after cream cheese puffs and tangerine beef had been consumed in bed, Janine handed Alex a fortune cookie. He opened it and it read: On the day of your child's birth you will receive an interesting gift. "What! This can't be a coincidence!" Janine had on such a pretense of innocence she practically had a halo. "What's that dear?" "Another running gag?" Alex wanted to know. "No...it's more of a 'recurring theme.' I have a few special gifts for you, to give out on special occasions like milestone anniversaries or the like. The cookie foretells when you'll get the first one." "Do I get to know what kind of gift it will be?" "Absolutely. You'll get..." she paused for dramatic effect. "...one of my triggers." Alex's eyes were as wide a saucers. "Yours...?" "Years ago, before I lost my first family, I used self-hypnosis and audio tapes I recorded to give myself a few post-hypnotic suggestions. They were to be gifts to my first husband and they're keyed to 'my husband's voice.' That title is yours now." Alex was put a little off-balance by this revelation. Finally he said, "What will it do?" Janine's look was full of mischief. "Let's keep that vague for now. I know from the first time that pregnancy makes me a little...uh...high maintenance. If you show extra forbearance, give me lots of effleurage when I need it, and fetch the weird foods I know from experience that I'll crave...you'll get one of the nicer ones." Alex tilted his head and grinned. "So...how did you say effleurage is done?" Janine leaned back. "Start with your hands here, like so..." EPILOG Five months later Alex and Janine were in the office of their obstetrician. The doctor said, "I am pleased to announce that all the physical and genetic tests are done and the results are excellent. Your pregnancy is on perfect track. Ask the receptionist for a routine seventh month appointment, and I'll see you then." He started to open the door, then paused. "Wait, I remember you did want to know what to expect, didn't you?" "Yes, please," replied Janine with her fingers crossed. "You're carrying identical twin girls. Congratulations." He headed off to his next patient. At first Alex and Janine, just stared at each other, open mouthed, eyes wide. Then their faces scrunched up, their lips worked, and they burst out laughing uproariously at the same moment. After about a full minute, Janine finally regained enough breath to say, "You were supposed to fertilize my egg, not blast it in two!" "You were the one who decided how far to rev me up beforehand. I'm not responsible for that!" They fell into each other's arms and kissed and laughed and cried happy tears. Finally they composed themselves to go. "It was that audio greeting card," Janine said. "I should have known that was a bridge too far." Fifth Time's the Charm Ch. 03 "Touchdown! Again!" Alex was a happy fan: his team was dominating their traditional rivals on Monday Night. Life was good. His rather pregnant wife, Janine, was reading nearby. "Hurray for our team," she said amusedly. She was no football fan, but never begrudged that Alex was. She was a terrific wife in many ways, not the least being her extraordinary hypnosis skills. Janine's talent as a hypnotist and Alex's talent as a hypnotic subject made their sex life extremely interesting. "What's the score, honey?" she asked. "It's 42 to 17, with twelve minutes to play." Jan got up heavily from her reading chair and approached the couch. "You know, with the score that lopsided, maybe you can break early for a little 'fun'?" She sat down next to him. Alex conceded the point. "Yeah, it's in the bag now." He turned towards his wife. She'd let her houserobe come unfastened and her pregnant belly was exposed. He smiled at the thought of the two daughters they knew from the ultrasound she was carrying. Alex's gaze raised a little higher to take in Jan's breasts. They were definitely larger than before the conception, and the nipples were browner and more prominent. Certainly they would be ready for nursing when the time came. He raised his eyes to her face. Suddenly everything changed! Her hazel irises were gone, replaced by a complicated spiral. Alex's mouth gaped a little as he felt himself transfixed. He couldn't avert his gaze from those entrancing, twisting curves; his body refused to obey. Slowly and carefully, Jan stood up keeping her eyes all the while on her husband's. His bound eyes followed her progress upwards. Step by careful step, Jan backed towards their bedroom. Without a conscious thought directing it, Alex's body stood up and followed. It seemed determined to move as required to prevent the line of sight from being broken. Their dance was slower and more stately than when they'd walked down the aisle in the church to be wedded. Jan did everything in slow motion to make sure she didn't need to look anywhere but her husband's eyes. Like a bird entranced by a serpent, Alex had to follow her into the bedroom. Jan stepped forwards at last. She divested herself of her robe and tossed it aside. "Remove your pants," Jan whispered. Alex had to do it − all by sense of touch, of course. In a piece of complicated choreography, he was guided onto the bed on his back with Jan on her hands and knees above him, all done without breaking eye contact. "Pleasure my lips with your fingertips," Jan directed. Without being able to look at her lips, Alex's fingers first nudged a cheek, then a chin before finding the right destination. With tender delicate motion, he explored her moistened lips. Jan gave a tiny coo of approval. Her tongue flicked out to reward his compliant fingertips. Jan kept her husband at this simple, but intimate, loveplay for a few minutes. Then she murmured, "Caress my breasts." Now Alex used two hands, and though in trance, he still understood that her orbs were tender with hormone induced growth. He cuddled them only with the gentlest strokes. With tiny tugs he pleasured her nipples, all the while mind-lost in his wife's spiraling eyes. A few more minutes passed, then Jan spoke again. "Move your hand lower, lover. Masturbate me. Make me come." Alex's right hand followed the curve of Jan's swollen belly to her furry nether lips. He harvested a bit of the slipperiness dripping from her, then found her sweet spot. She'd taught him everything there was to know about her body and how to please it. The knowledge was instinctive in him now, and that instinct moved his hand. Because of that, it was hard for Jan to keep her eyes from closing as she was lifted towards her climax. It was doubly hard because the extremely personal fantasy scene she'd contrived for them was intensely erotic to her. The unbroken gaze between them made her feel as emotionally close to her husband as she'd ever been. Even when her orgasm rose up and overwhelmed her, she somehow found the strength to keep her eyes open. "It's time for us to join, darling." Jan reached between her thighs and adjusted the angle of Alex's cock. She moved her hips towards its tip. There was a nudge, and then they melted together. "Lie still, love," Jan whispered. "Let me do it all." She moved deliberately slowly so that their gazes could remain interlocked, but applied an exquisite vaginal squeeze on each out-stroke. "Put your hands on the sides of my belly," she directed. "Do you feel the twins in there? They're definitely awake and moving around. You must have felt that kick. Do you think maybe they know their daddy's near? You gave me a big squirt to put them in my belly − now I want an even bigger one. Come hard for me, Alex. Come hard for me." Encouraged by his wife's loving words and dominating gaze, Alex's member soon obeyed. And despite the volume of fluid he pumped into her, and despite the intensity of his pleasure, his eyes remained locked with hers. When his tremors stopped, she declared, "I love you, Alex." A few seconds after that, she averted her gaze as she carefully rolled to one side to take the weight off her arms. Freed from her spellbinding eyes, Alex helped her settle comfortably. He rolled towards her for a kiss, their first of this interlude. When at last they broke it and pulled back a ways, he saw her eyes again and was immediately enthralled once more. "Oopsy. Time to take these out," she said. Janine levered her enlarged body out of bed and went to the dresser. Alex, freed a second time, watched with interest as she took out a pair of contact lenses. She cleaned them with lens fluid, then put them in a case. Before she put the caps on the two wells, she leaned over to let Alex see them. She explained, "A few weeks ago I was skipping around the internet and I saw an ad for crazy contact lenses. The moment I saw a picture of these spiral ones on the screen, the idea for the game we just finished popped right into my head. I prepped you last week when I had you in deep trace for the 'Elven Princess' game." She put the lens case on the dresser and turned out the lights. As they were arranging themselves under the covers for sleep, Alex said, "I liked it. It was intense and intimate both. Thanks, sweetheart." "I'm glad," Janine replied. She suddenly made a grin that went unseen in the darkened room. "It's good when a husband and wife can see eye to eye!"