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Hypno-tricked Wives Chapter 7 of 7 (You can't cheat an honest man.)


    A very particular man, Jason. Careful to an extreme, some of the
guys thought, but I understood. 

    I'd finally talked him into setting up one hell of a night for us,
but he had his rules. He'd told me the whole thing was do-able, but
only if he had good, suggestible subjects. 

    By now Jason had met all of the wives in our group, and after he'd
done his tests to see which were the best subjects for hypnotism, he
gave me a list of seven possibles. We already knew my wife Kathy was
okay, Jerry's wife, Shelly, Dick's wife Victoria, and of course,
Brian's wife Linda. It was up to me to decide which of the other
husbands we could trust. I knew three of the husbands would be happy
to join in, but I only trusted two of them to keep their mouths shut.
That narrowed it down to six couples in all. The two newest were Eddie
and his wife Sue, and Mike and his wife Christy.

    The idea simple. A phony weekend business trip. The wives invited.
They'd enjoy the hotel's pool and workout rooms, go shopping or
whatever, while we pretended to attend conferences. A little
socializing that evening, and then the fun would begin. 

    When it was time to sleep, we'd all go to our rooms, but each
husband would make an excuse to step out for a few minutes. Jason
would have the wives set up to think whatever man came back through
the door was her husband. 

    We all agreed to it, and swore ourselves to secrecy. But that
wasn't enough for Jason. He insisted that none of us would ever know
who had whom. He didn't want any chance for second-thought jealousy to
crop up later. 

    We were all supposed to meet in his room, and that's when we'd
find out what room to go back to. He'd whisper a room number to us one
at a time, and one by one we'd leave.

    Of course, we each had a chance to ask for a particular wife while
the other guys weren't listening, but getting her wasn't a sure thing.
Jason would make the final decisions, and we all agreed to go along
with that.

    And what helped us decide which wife to ask for? A smorgasbord of
naked women I'll never forget. 

    We reserved the hotel's workout room for our wives from ten to
eleven that morning. Eddie's wife Sue was a jazzerciser, and had
promised to lead the other wives through a session. 

    A little before ten, Jason brought all the guys to the workout
room. He told us to line up against one of the walls, keep quiet and
watch. 

    Eddie was new to it all, and asked the obvious question.

    "I told Sue I'd be at the conferences all morning," he said.
"What's she going to think when she sees me in here?"

    "She's not going to see you, Eddie," I said. "Jason can make
people see pretty much what he wants them to." I looked at Jason and
asked, "Am I right?"

    "You got it," said Jason. "The ladies will think they're in here
alone. I thought you guys might want a chance to do a little window
shopping before tonight."

    "You're kidding," said Mike, another newcomer.

    "Nope," said Jason. "And one other thing. You remember all that
money you laid out for your wives' exercise outfits?  Bad investment,
guys. They won't even be wearing them."

    "Oh come on. No way," said Dick. "I don't care if they do think
it's just women. Vickie's not gonna be out here nude."

    "Well, you're right in a way, Dick," Jason said, "None of them
will think they're nude. They'll all see themselves and each other in
glorious spandex. But the truth is, those outfits will stay in the
locker room. I set each one of them up to get undressed and then think
they remember putting their outfits on. False memory, false outfits,
and vois la, a room full of naked jazzercisers. Same thing will
happened in reverse when they're done."

    "This I gotta see," said Mike, still doubtful but obviously
enthused about the idea.

    "You will. But keep it down now. They're due in here any minute,
and if you talk, it'll screw things up. I didn't try for any kind of
selective block on their hearing. It'd be way too complicated with the
jazzercise music and all."

    We all quieted down and waited. Two minutes later the door from
the locker room opened, and six stark-naked women walked in. It was
incredible. Everywhere we looked there were naked breasts, creamy ass
cheeks and demur little pussies. 

    While the six of us gaped, Jason walked over to the locker room
door and propped a chair against it. We had the room reserved, but I
guess he didn't want to take any chances.  When he came back to the
group, he motioned with his hands, letting us know we could step in
for a closer look.

    What followed was an indescribable hour of cock torture. The
jumping and stretching they did was enough to get us all hard, but
when the floor exercises started, there wasn't a guy in there without
a wet spot on his trousers.  Watching all that glorious naked flesh
roll around without being able to dive in gave us all a serious case
of blue balls.  

    And then it got worse. Sue led the wives through a whole series of
leg stretches, and some of the guys actually had to back off and watch
the ceiling for a while.  

    But not me. And not Mike or Dick either. I eased my way up to
Victoria while Mike sat down next to Shelly and Dick settled in next
to Kathy. 

    Legs up, legs down. Out to the side and in. Left knee to the
chest. Right knee to the chest. Both knees to the chest.
Un-fucking-believable. Victoria's delicious pussy wasn't more than
three feet away form me, and every time she opened her legs, I got a
such a wide open view I had to remind myself to breathe. 

    And when she pulled her knees up to her chest, I just about lost
it. Her ass cheeks spread open to give me a hot horny look at her
tight little bud, and from there up it was all sweet soft pussy lips
under cute curly dark hair.

    Kathy was on the other side of me, and I took a moment to see if
Dick was enjoying his view of my wife as much as I was his. What I saw
sent a new surge of heat out from my stomach, up to my chest and down
to my balls.

    Kathy was doing some kind of bounce stretch thing with her legs,
and when she pulled her knees up, she held them there, pulling them
close, easing back, and pulling them close again. The effect on her
pussy was wonderful. Each jounce added a little more pressure until
her lips began to pull apart slightly, giving Dick a fantastic view of
her moist pink inner folds.

    The hour went so fast, we almost got caught out of position. But
as usual, Jason kept his cool, and began to wave us back away from the
women. We all got back to the wall just before Sue finished leading
them through the cool-down moves, and told them all to hit the
showers.

************


    When we all gathered in Jason's room that night, the tension was
high. We were horny as hell, and it had taken a lot for a few of the
guys to leave their wives alone. But that was part of the agreement.
Nobody was allowed even a quick one with his wife. 

    We all gave Jason our room keys. Then one by one he whispered a
room number to us, gave us the key, and off we went. I'd told Jason I
hoped he'd give me Christy's room number, and sure enough, that's the
one I got. 

    I can barely remember walking down the hall toward her suite. I
was too damn excited. I thought about the other guys, and sure, I
wondered who got Kathy's key, but but mostly I kept remembering how
hot Christy looked in that exercise room. 

    I stood in front of her door and took a few deep breaths to get
myself calmed down. When I opened it, the room was mostly dark, with
only the bathroom light on. But that was enough to see that she was
already in bed, and maybe even asleep. 

    I walked over to the bed, slipped out of my clothes, and sat on
the edge.   When I pulled back the covers, she opened her eyes and
looked at me.  I was a little tense, wondering if she'd really see me
as her husband, but when she gave me a sleepy smile, I knew everything
would be okay. 

    "Hey there," she said. "I just had a wonderful dream. I hope
you're ready to take care of things."

    She looked just beautiful, lying there in a soft blue nightgown.
Her long dark blond hair was spread out on the pillow, and some of it
covered her shoulders. Her breasts showed through the nightgown, and
as I let my gaze wander down her body, I could even see a hint of her
light pubic hair through the fabric. The gown ended just above her
knees, and I took my time letting my eyes travel over her lovely
calves and down to her ankles and feet.

    I touched one of her calves and let my hand travel lightly up her
leg, pushing the hem of her gown upward as I went. When her beautiful
soft pussy came into view, I bent down and kissed it. 

    I wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, but I was still a
little hesitant about using my voice. Instead, I let my hands do the
talking. I sat up again and slid my hand up under the loose-fitting
gown, stroking her tummy for a moment, and then continued up to her
breasts.

    She held my hand against her breast for a moment, and then, sat
up. 

    "What took you so long?" she said, lifting the nightgown over her
head and off. 

    "I saw one of the guys in the hall," I said, hoping that would
satisfy her.  It seemed to. She slid back down against the pillows and
pulled me down toward her.

    Christy has a beautiful face, with high cheeks, soft green eyes
and full lips. She looked so sensuous laying there, I felt myself
drawn down to her mouth. I bent and kissed her, gently at first, and
then stronger as I felt her respond. Her tongue slid into my mouth and
I met it with mine, savoring the taste of her and the feel of her
inner lips as I slid my tongue across them. 

    I cupped her breast with one hand and began stroking her pussy
with the other. She was more than ready for me, pressing her hand
against mine as it lay on her breast, and flexing her hips to meet the
pressure of my fingers.

    We continued to kiss, the hunger of it growing as we licked and
nibbled at each other. Then her hand found my cock and she began
stroking me.

    "I need you," she said. "Don't make me wait any more."

    Her words were like fire in my head. I wanted her, wanted to
explore every inch of her, tease and lick each sweet private part, but
I knew it could wait. I had the whole night in front of me. I
increased the pressure of my hand against her pussy, and slid two of
my fingers up inside her.

    She arched her hips with a sharp intake of breath, and then let it
out slowly, almost hissing the words, "Now...bring me there now..."   

    I bent down between her legs and began licking her vagina lips,
while my fingers pressed and circled against her clitoris. 

    "Easy," she said. "I mean, don't stop....God, it feels so
good...but I'm so ready...."

     I continue to press and squeeze her delicious sex flesh, opening
her with my fingers, and probing her with my tongue, but her insistent
pressure on my cock was making me loose control. She wanted me, and
she was making it plain that sooner was better than later.

    I rose up on my knees and moved between her legs. She opened them
wide for me, and I lowered myself to her. Her pussy was almost
literally hot, and the feeling I got as I pressed the tip of my cock
against her soft wet lips was incredible. I teased her for a moment,
sliding my cock up against her clit, and then back down, slowly
spreading her lips wider. But when she thrust her hips upward,
pressing me deeper inside, I lost all control. 

    Thrusting hard, I forced her back against the bed and drove my
cock all the way in, crushing our bodies together. Her pussy tightened
around my shaft, and I felt the wonderful pressure of her pelvis
against mine. I held us that way for a moment, and then I began
driving myself in and out of her, harder and stronger with every
thrust.

    She moved her hand to her clit, massaged it a moment, and then
looked up at me with deep lust in her eyes. "Here," she hissed. "Touch
me now. Touch me while we're fucking....yes!"

     I began to stroke her there, spreading the slick moisture from
her pussy onto the sensitive skin around her clit. I pressed my thumb
upward against the flesh, and pressed in against the small pink knob
I'd exposed.

    She closed her eyes, her lips clenched in almost a straight line
as she moaned aloud, her orgasm building, and then quickly crashing
over her. As she came, I thrust harder, deeper, feeling the pressure
of my own orgasm forcing itself forward, stiffening my cock and then
bursting out of me. My cock pulsed with each thrust, spurting into her
again and again, until at the end I buried my shaft deep inside her
and ground my hips against hers in final release.

************


    What happened next is a little foggy in my head.

    I remember laying there next to Christy, easing down, watching her
breasts rise and fall as her breathing slowed. And I remember starting
to put my arm around her shoulder. 

    But then the damnedest thing happened. As I put my hand on her
shoulder, I felt something cut against it.

    "What the hell?" I thought to myself, and I brought my hand back
to look at it. 

    I couldn't see anything at first, just my hand there in front of
my face, but the longer I looked at it, the more I could start seeing
a line of blood on the palm. 

    I looked over toward Christy to see what I cut myself on, but the
light in the bathroom must have gone out, because I could hardly see
anything. 

    That's when I sat up, and that's when the whole room changed. Yes,
it was dark, but there was a faint light coming from somewhere new,
and the longer I sat there, the stronger it got until I could see
enough to know I was sitting in my own damn hotel suite! 

    And I wasn't on a bed, I was on the couch in the front part of the
suite.  Alone. No Christy, no soft pillows, no scent of our sex in the
air. 

    I thought to myself I must have been dreaming or something, but
then I knew that couldn't be. I knew damn well I'd just been with
Christy, and that was way too real to be a dream. 

    But still, my hand was cut, and that was just as real. I looked
over to where I'd cut it, and saw there was a decorative metal border
on top of the end table there. I'd probably scraped my hand on a sharp
part of it when I reached out for Christy...but that was back in her
bed. And I was here on the couch in my own suite. What the hell?

    My head cleared some more, and I could tell the light was coming
from the bedroom part of the suite. I stood up to walk back there, and
made a new discovery. I was fully dressed. 

    "I hope somebody's back there who can make sense of this," I
thought to myself, and walked to the bedroom door. 

    I can't tell you what I saw. I can only make some good guesses. 

    First, I think I saw Kathy. Second, I think I saw Jason. But if I
had to swear to either one, I couldn't do it. All I knew was, I
thought I could hear somebody's voice talking to me, and I felt
groggy, and the room started to get dark again. And then I had this
picture of Christy in my head, and she was back in her bed waiting for
me.

    But I wasn't gonna go for that. Whatever the hell was going on,
Christy wasn't a part of it.  I knew that much. "God damnit," I said,
"what the hell is goin' on! And what's with the God damn lights? Turn
'em on and leave 'em on!"

    Things were quiet for a minute, and then that voice started again.
But this time I knew who it was. It was Jason's voice, low and so damn
quiet I wasn't even sure what he was saying. But I was pissed off he
hadn't turned the lights back on, and the more he talked, the more I
knew I damn well I didn't want to hear it. But it was hard. Every word
he said seemed to make the room get darker.

    But then I found a way to stop it. My hand still hurt from the
cut, and every time he started in with his words, I squeezed the hell
out of it. It hurt like a bitch, but my head stayed clear, and I after
a while I could see the room again.  

    Jason was standing there right in front of me, but he was quiet
now, and we just looked at each other. And then I remember he said,
"Okay, George. We'll do it the way you want. Easy now. Let's go sit
down."

    I looked around the bedroom, but Jason was the only one there. No
Kathy, and no Christy. I felt like taking a swing at him, but that
could wait. I had a lot of questions first.

    "I want some answers, Jason," I said.

    "I know. And you'll get 'em," he said. "Just give me some time
here and I'll explain everything. I know you're confused, and you're
probably pissed, and I'm sorry about that, but .....you have to
understand nothing bad happened.  I think we should go back out and
sit down for a while. Is that okay?"

    "Yeah. Fine," I said. "Just start with the answers."

    "I will. But let's just sit down first. And take it easy when you
walk.  You're still coming out of it."

    I let him lead me  back out to the couch. 

    For a while we just sat there while I tried to figure out what to
ask first. 

    Finally, I just said, "What the hell happened?"

    "For starters," he said, "you just came out of hypnosis the hard
way. And I'm sorry for that. But I couldn't get you back under to do
it right."

    "You had me under?" I asked. "Why?"

************

    

    Half an hour later, and I pretty much had it all. I didn't like
it, but I had it. 

    As usual, Jason made all kinds of sense. I was a little too pissed
to see it right away, but by the time he finished, I knew he was
right.

    The wives were never involved. A couple of the stunts he'd pulled
in the office were real, and that first one with Julie and the
Charades game at my house was, but the rest of it was all in my head.
Courtesy of Jason. 

     The whole thing boiled down to his idea of how to give me and the
other guys some fun without taking any chances. 

    "That first night at your house," he said, "I knew you'd really
get a kick out of it if I could arrange some things, so I decided to
do it. But not with the wives. That would have been way too risky.
Besides, if it had any chance to work, I needed willing subjects. Now
who do you think was going to be more suggestible on that score, the
women or the men?"

    "Well, the men, sure, but...."

    "You guys had all the fantasies. All I had to do was start you
going. You all put in your own details, and from what I can tell, you
had a hell of a good time doing it. So if you want to be pissed, okay,
but all I can say is, you wanted some fun with the wives, and I gave
it to you."

    "Yeah, but not like that."

    "There wasn't any other way. Not any way that was safe, anyhow.
Look what happened with you tonight. You woke up. How do you think
things would be if I'd really put Kathy or any of the other women
under, and one of them woke up? We'd all be in jail."

    That one stopped me. 

    "You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" Jason said. "Divorce,
jail, and who knows what else. Kind of kills the fun doesn't it? Now
ask yourself how come you didn't think about that before. Why didn't
the whole idea sound so damn dangerous you wouldn't want any part of
it?"

    "I don't know," I said. "I worried a little some times..."

    "A little. Yes. But not enough to spoil the fun. And I gave that
to you."

    "What do you mean you gave that to me?"

    "I mean part of the set up was, you wouldn't worry about anything
enough to kill the turn-on."

    "You put that in my head?"

    "You wouldn't have had fun if I didn't. And while were at it, how
much guilt did you feel? I mean, look at what you thought you were
doing."

    "I don't know, it was all just...it seemed so safe and nobody'd
get hurt."

    "George, listen to me. There's no way in hell you'd have gone
through with it, if it was real. You're just not enough of a pirate,
my friend. None of the other guys are either. Somewhere along the
line, probably early on, you'd have started thinking about Kathy and
the other women, and what you guys were doing to them...and that would
have been the end of it."

    "So what are you saying? You kept the guilt out of my head too?"

    "And it wasn't easy. I can't tell you how many times I had to set
up a bunch of phony rationalizing in your minds so you guys could keep
on eating the candy."

    "Fuck," I said, beginning to feel completely stupid.

    "Well, not really," he said, "but at least I gave you the next
best thing."

************


    There was more talk, but I'm not going to bore you with it. And
there was still that notion in my head about Kathy, and me thinking I
saw her in the room with Jason that night. But there was no way I was
gonna chase that. Things were fuzzy enough as it was. Besides, I was
starting to feel some late-arrival guilt.


    I mean...what I'd done to her, or at least thought about
doing....hell, if she got it on with Jason, maybe somehow I owed her
one. I don't know. Shit.

    The next morning, Jason gave all the other guys the bad
news....which he insisted was good news. 

    And yeah, sure, we'd all had a hell of a lot of fun, but it wasn't
real...except....it felt like it was real, and....I don't know.
Mostly I think we were pissed 'cause we felt stupid.

    There wasn't a whole lot of talk after Jason finished explaining
it all. A couple of the guys looked like they wanted to take a swing
at him, but I headed that kind of stuff off. I'd had a little longer
to think things through, and I told 'em all they should just back off
for a while and let things settle. 

    Half an hour later we were all checked out of the hotel and headed
home to our wives, who, of course, had never been at the hotel to
begin with.

************


    As for all the stuff we thought we'd done, most of it started to
fade right away for most of the guys. Kind of like a dream you want to
remember, but the details get foggy after a while. I kept it in my
head long enough to write this, but even now, I have to re-read some
of the parts to remember what it was. 

    I've stopped being pissed off at Jason, and I think the other guys
have too. Hell, from his side of things, he was just tryin' to do us
all a favor. I don't know if I'd have volunteered for his mind games,
but all in all I have to admit it was fun.

    One other thing. When I told him I was writing this stuff down, he
asked if he could put a few words in too. He said he wanted to put
some things in to help the readers enjoy the story without thinking
too much about how risky the whole thing would have been.

    When I asked him how that would work, he told me that mostly what
you need to make a hypnotic suggestion work is a way to get the
subject's attention focused while you do it. Kind of like the swinging
watch or the point of light you see used some times. But he said it
didn't have to be something visual. He said that for a lot of people,
reading the first six chapters of this would keep their attention
focused just fine, and they'd never really notice the extra parts he
put in. He said it would be just a light hypnotic suggestion to help
make things seem more real.

    I gave him all the text files, and I guess he wrote some stuff,
but I can't tell any more which parts are his. 

    He did tell me this, though. He said I should type out the title I
gave this story in all caps here at the end like this:

HYPNO-TRICKED WIVES


    Then he said I should type out what the title should really be,
with the last word changed to show it wasn't the women who were set up
at all, but the men. So here it is:

HYPNO-TRICKED WIVES


    He said that way, the people reading it would have a way to know
if the suggestions he put in their minds to help enjoy the story
better had worn off yet. 

    All they'd have to do is wait until they saw the change I typed in
second version of the title.



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