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Usual disclaimers, don't read unless you're of age, story only, don't
do it, etc.

The Hypno-tricked Wives
Part 2

     After that first experience with Jason's hypnotic abilities, my
interest in company social life took a big swing upward. My wife Kathy
was surprised but happy at my new-found social interest, especially
because it all involved her. No more nights with just the guys. I
wanted to attend every couples get-together I could, and I made sure
Jason was always invited.
         The next event was an evening barbeque at Frank and Julie's
house. Jerry and Shelly were there, and Jim and Linda. The day before
the barbeque, I asked Jason if he thought we might be able to have some
of the fun we'd had before, and he said, "Sure. If you'd like me to
arrange something, I will."
     When I asked him what he was planning, he told me, "Nothing. I
don't like to plan things like this. I just take whatever comes along,
and whatever seems safe. My suggestions have to be part of something
the women can see as normal for where they are and why they're there. I
mean, I can tell someone they're at the North Pole, and maybe they get
colder, but the whole thing is a strain. Simple, believable suggestions
are a lot safer, and easier to make people forget about too."
     "What about Kathy when you told her she couldn't see or feel or
hear anything?"
     "I can do that a little, but it's better to keep it short. It's
called putting someone in limbo. They think they're in kind of a
daydream, and that's believable. We all get distracted and space out
sometimes, but not for very long.  To make sure there's no strain in
the suggestion, I like to keep it short. No way I want to foul things
up with a mistake." He looked at me for a moment, and then added, "Were
you thinking about telling any of the other guys?"
     "I don't know," I said, "I've been wondering about that."
     "Well, do what you think you should, but talk to me first. The
more people that know about this, the more chance there is for
problems. I'm willing to taken certain risks, but still, I'm a careful
man, and I expect you to be careful too."
     "Oh don't worry about that," I told him. "I wouldn't want to kill
the goose that lays this particular golden egg."
     "Okay." 
     On the evening of the barbeque, I could hardly look at any of the
wives without wondering what was going to happen, and to which one.
They all dressed casually, and all of them wore slacks except my wife
Kathy.  She'd been kind of annoyed that I pressed her to wear her light
cotton skirt rather than slacks, but she went along with it. Probably
didn't want to dampen my new social interest. I was disappointed about
the other wives wearing slacks, but I was sure Jason would figure
something out.
     I saw him talking to Linda, and guessed he was giving her the same
hypnotic set-up he'd done with Kathy, Sherry and Julie. I asked him a
little bit later, and found out I was right. I also found out he'd done
it to Frank. Jason remembered what I said about Frank not wanting guys
to look at his wife, so he thought setting Frank up to be put under
easily might come in handy. 
     Well, that was okay with me. I like Frank, but he can be a pain
about a lot of things, and being over-protective with his wife is one
of them. But, as I told you earlier, that doesn't stop him from
checking out everybody else's wife, so you can see why I didn't have a
problem with Jason making sure he wouldn't cause trouble.
     Talking about Frank and Julie made me notice Julie all the more,
and what I was noticing gave my cock a quiver. She had to have the
largest breasts of any woman there. Her blouses were always loose so
they didn't press out against the cloth, but you could tell just the
same.  "Frank's a lucky man," I thought, "but then, maybe I can get a
little lucky too."
     I found Jason, and asked him what he thought we might be able to
do with Julie. "We can probably come up with something," he said, "but
I wondered if you might want to see what we can do with Kathy's nice
full skirt first. Just something small, a little warm up. 
     "Sure, I guess," I said. I was still seeing Julie's breasts in my
mind, but the idea of watching what might happen with Kathy sounded
like fun too. 
     "So tell, me, which of the guys here do you like best?"
     "Well, that'd be Jerry. He and I always get along great."
     "Alright, do you think Jerry would appreciate a nice long look up
Kathy's skirt if you gave him the chance?
     It felt strange planning which guy to show my wife off to, but on
the other hand, it gave me a rush in the pit of my stomach.  I knew
Jerry would do the same for me if he could, so I said  "Yeh. See what
you can do." 
     "I'll set it up now. I've done this one before. Its easy. First,
take this bottle of aspirin and put it in your pocket." He handed me
the bottle and continued, "In a few minutes, Kathy will begin feeling a
little light-headed, and she'll ask Julie if there's a place she can
lay down for a bit. That'll probably be Frank and Julie's bedroom. And
don't worry. She won't really have anything wrong with her. After she's
gone in there to lay down, I want you to ask Jerry if he'll bring the
aspirin up to her. He'll probably wonder why you don't do it, so tell
him you've got a case of the trots and you need to hit the bathroom in
a hurry. You might even wonder out loud if you and Kathy both caught a
flu or something. When he goes inside to give her the aspirin, you head
up to the bathroom.  It's right near the bedroom. Wait in there until
he goes in to where Kathy is, and then come out quietly and watch. Just
make sure he doesn't see you unless you want him  to know what's up."
     "What's going to happen?"
     "Jerry is going to find your wife on the bed. If she follows my
suggestion all the way, she'll be asleep, lying on her back with her
knees bent and her feet flat on the mattress. When he tries to give her
the aspirin, he'll discover she's out like a light. Then we'll just let
things take their course. Jerry might take advantage, and he might
not."
     "Okay," I said, "go ahead and set it up." 
     Jason left me for a few minutes, and when I caught sight of him
again, he had just finished talking to Kathy. As he turned away from
her, he gave me a little thumbs up sign. In a minute or two I saw Kathy
talking to Julie. Julie nodded, and they both went into the house.
Julie came out a minute later and walked over to me.
     "Julie wanted me to tell you she's going to lay down for a bit.
She's feeling a little light-headed."
     "I'm not surprised, I said. "I've been feeling a little rough
myself."
     After a little time went by, I found Jerry and asked him to take
the aspirin up. I didn't even need to use my upset stomach excuse. He
just took the bottle, said, "Sure thing," and headed inside. I waited
until I was alone, and then followed them into the house. The stairs
had a thick carpet, so I knew Jerry wouldn't hear me. When I got to the
top I saw there was no light in the hallway, and a dim light on in the
bedroom. With the hallway so dark I knew I couldn't be seen, so I just
leaned against a wall and waited to see what would happen.
     Jerry was already leaning close to Kathy's head, whispering her
name. When she didn't respond, he said it louder, and nudged her
shoulder a bit. When she still didn't respond, he put the aspirin
bottle on a night stand, and started to leave the room. I moved back
quickly, ready to act as though I was headed into the bathroom. When I
didn't hear him, I went back to the doorway and looked in. Jerry had
stopped at the foot of the bed and was staring at Kathy.  She had
raised her knees up the way Jason thought she might, and Jerry
evidently couldn't tear himself away from the view.  I couldn't blame
him. The bed was directly across from the door, and I could see what he
was seeing. A delightful hint of Kathy's french cut panties was just
visible under the hem of her skirt.  As I watched, Jason stooped down a
bit to get a better angle, and I did the same. Her knees were together,
but we both could see her cute ass and the the upside down "V" at the
bottom of her panty crotch. 
    When Jerry straightened up, I could tell he was thinking, trying to
decide what he should do, or maybe what he could get away with. It
didn't take him long to decide, and I watched with my cock getting
harder as he carefully put a hand on each of Kathy's knees. With a
little pressure he opened her legs, and one of them fell open even more
on its own. Now when he looked under her dress, he had a clear view of
her panties and the sweet mound underneath them. He stood there so long
staring at Kathy's exposed panties, I thought he'd turned to stone. But
when he did move, he did exactly what I'd have done. Slowly, carefully,
he pulled on her skirt until it slid down her legs, and then lifted the
hem up above her waist. And there was my sleeping wife, with her skirt
up, her long legs exposed, naked to her waist except for the tiny sheer
panties. She looked fantastic, and Jason took it all in from close
range. And then from closer range. I got hotter and hotter as I watched
him lean over and lower his head to her panties. I could hear him
inhale as he took in the scent of her sweet pussy, and  I wondered if
he was going to try touching her.  
    I got my answer when he took hold of her skirt and put it back over
her knees. I guess he thought touching her there might wake her up. Too
bad. He didn't know her sweet little pussy was his to  play with all he
wanted. He did get one last thing in, though. He walked up to the head
of the bed, whispered her name again, and when she didn't answer, he
took her breasts in his hands, squeezed them and let his thumbs find
her nipples through her blouse and bra. I think he might have even
slipped a finger in between the button holes to feel her the soft swell
of her skin. With that, he turned and headed for the door. I stepped
into the bathroom without being seen, and waited for him to go down the
stairs.
     After he'd gone, I came out and went back downstairs. I wondered
how long it would take him to tell me what happened up there. I was
pretty sure he would. We'd talked about having the hots for each
other's wives enough to know neither of us would mind if the other guy
got lucky. But what I wasn't sure of was whether I'd tell him I'd seen
it all.
     Julie came down a while later, looking refreshed and obviously
unaware of the panty show she'd given Jerry.  By then it was time to
eat, and I didn't talk with Jason again until afterward. When I did, I
told him how things had gone, and then with an apology about being
greedy, I asked him if he was ready to see what he could do with Julie.
 
     He thought about it for a moment, and then walked over to Julie.
He talked to her for a minute, and then went to find Frank. When he
came back, he told me, "Okay, I think I have it set up for you. They
keep their beer in a basement refrigerator. The next time Frank and
Julie go down there for beer or anything, offer to go with them. I will
too."
     "With both of them?"
     "Frank won't be a problem," Jason said with a small grin. For that
matter, he'll help.
     "Okay," I said, and waited for our host and hostess to make
another supply run.
     The chance came soon. When I heard Julie tell Linda she needed to
get more beer, I offered to help. And when Frank didn't seem to notice,
I called over to him, "Hey Frank, are you gonna let your wife do all
the labor?"
     "Yeh, what am I, a beast of burden?" Julie joked. "Besides, we
need more charcoal too. Come on, Frank, get to work."
     The three of us headed for the basement stairs, and Jason tagged
along.  Frank started some long-winded joke, and the rest of us kept
interrupting and joking around, but I don't remember most of what we
said. I was too busy watching Julie. We'd only been down there a minute
or two when Jason asked Frank, "How come Julie has to wear a sweater,
Frank? Don't you keep her warm
enough?"
     "He does just fine," Julie said smiling, and began unbuttoning the
sweater. But of course, it wasn't a sweater. It was her blouse. Button
by button, Jason and I watched her expose her breasts, cupped in a
sheer white bra. We had to avoid staring, because even though Frank
didn't know his wife was opening her blouse for us, he would certainly
notice if we stared at her chest too long. As she undid the last
buttons and her blouse fell open, I knew I'd been right about how full 
they were. The upper swell of her beautiful soft skin strained against
each cup.  I had trouble keeping up my share of the mindless chatter,
waiting to see what would happen next. 
     A moment later, Frank amazed me by stepping over to his wife and
helping her remove the blouse completely.  He laid the blouse, which he
thought was a sweater, on a nearby shelf and asked her, "Is that
better?" 
     "Much," she said, now she standing in front of us with only her
bra hiding those wonderful tits. It was easy to see her large nipples
through the sheer cloth, and I was sure Jason had a plan to remove the
bra too.
     He did. After a minute of teasing both me and himself with the
sight of Julie in her bra, Jason said to her, "Julie, is that the new
backpack Frank bought you?"
     "Sure is," she answered, reaching back to pat the top of an
invisible backpack.
     When she reached back, her breasts jiggled and thrust out
enticingly, and I enjoyed myself with the view while Jason said, "How
do you like it?"
     "It's great, Julie responded, but the shoulder straps are a little
tight. 
     "As if on cue, Jason said, "Let me adjust those straps for you." 
He stepped behind her and lifted the straps of her bra, pushing them
down off each shoulder. "How's that?" He asked.
     "Better," she said. "Thanks."
     "You're welcome," he said, and then said to Frank, "So anyhow. You
were in the middle of a joke?"
     Frank continued to tell his joke while we got two bags of charcoal
and Julie pulled six packs of beer out of the refrigerator. Her bra
sagged forward more and more with every bend she made, and  it didn't
take long for it to gap forward completely. That's when I decided she
needed help with the beer. I stepped over next to her, looked down, and
completely forgot whatever I was about to say. The view was fantastic.
Her bra was almost falling off of her, and her nipples were completely
exposed. I stood next to her, listening happily to Frank's dumb joke
while I took in every detail of his wife's exposed breasts. She'd
finished getting the beer, and as she closed the refrigerator door,
both cups fell forward all the way, completely exposing her wonderful
breasts. I was already having trouble not staring, but then she turned
to face me. Now she was standing not more than two feet away, with her
naked breasts bobbing and swaying gently from turning around.
     "You know," she said, "if you tell Frank you've heard this one,
maybe he'll stop telling it."
     "No way," I thought to myself. "Frank can keep talking as long as
he wants, while I examine your luscious nipples." I angled my head,
half at Frank and half at her chest, and let my eyes feast on her. Her
tan line stopped midway down each breast, which only made her seem more
naked. He aureoles were large and soft, a sweet dark pink, with
slightly darker nipples crinkled a bit from the cold air in the
refrigerator.  My heart was pounding with excitement. This wasn't a
picture or a dream. It was beautiful Julie standing next to me, naked
from the waist up, with her wonderful naked breasts sloping gracefully
out toward me. She was so close I could see every freckle, every
detail, even lthe tiny puckered opening at the tips of her nipples,
while her husband droned on, watching us, but completely unaware that
we were examining his wife's exposed tits. 
     And then all I could think of was how much I wanted to lean down
and suck her nipples 'til they got hard under my tongue.
     Jason must have read my mind, not that it was hard to do, because
he stepped over to Frank, touched him on the head, and then did the
same to Julie. "Alright, he said, "but remember, not for too long."
     "You mean....."
     "Yes. They're both in limbo. Go ahead and taste her."
     I didn't need any other encouragement. I put my hand behind
Julie's back, and pressed her to me as I lowered my mouth to her
breasts. Teasing myself, I licked the underside of each while stroking
and pulling on her nipples with my fingers. Then I let my mouth close
over each luscious nipple, sucking on them and teasing the tips with my
tongue. Then I teased her by holding each nipple gently between my
teeth, and her body responded. Her nipples grew hard under my tongue,
and I sucked the aroused tips until they rose, standing out from her
breasts, begging to be sucked more.
     It didn't seem long at all before Jason tapped me on the shoulder
and told me we'd better get ready to leave. With a sigh, I stood up,
and continued to caress and fondle Julie's breasts while Jason
explained that he would wake them both up and reverse the backpack and
sweater suggestions to get us ready to go back upstairs. "Now this is
the careful part," he said, cupping both of Julie's breasts and lifting
them, "we need to be sure her breasts are comfortable in the cups." As
he talked, he took his own turn at playing with her nipples, and then
carefully placed her breasts back inside the bra cups.
     Seeing Julie standing there with a kind of pleasant half smile on
her face gave me a sudden impulse, and I asked him to wait a minute
before he brought them out of limbo. He said okay, but told me not to
take long. I stepped up to Julie, and ran my tongue along her sweet
lips. She felt warm and soft, and I continue to taste her lips while I
ran my hand, palm inward, down inside the front of her slacks. I found
the waistband of her panties, slide my hand under them, and felt a rush
of excitement as I touched first her pubic hair and then her soft
pussy. I moved my fingers back and forth, delighting in the softness of
her, and dipped a finger inside to feel her wet warmth. When I took my
hand out again, I inhaled her scent on my finger, grinned like a kid in
a candy store, and told Jason I was finished, at least for now. 
     He went through everything he needed to with Frank and Julie to
make sure they didn't remember any of it, and soon we were all headed
back outside, teasing Frank about his lousy jokes.
     That was it for the night of the barbeque. But something Jason
said toward the end of the evening definitely got me ready for the next
time. He asked if any of the guys were jealous of their wives' former
boyfriends. I said I was, now and then, about one guy she dated in high
school in particular. Kathy always swore she never did anything with
him, but I wasn't so sure, especially when we met him a year ago. I
said I'd check with the other guys, too, and see if any of them had a
twinge now and then. 
     "Well, why don't we set up a little role-playing test," he said,
"and see just how hot the ladies were for their old flames. Maybe we'll
take it back as far as high school. We'll see how virtuous your wives
really were back then, and have some fun while we're at it."

This ends Part 2
I'll post further adventures if there's interest. 

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