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do it, etc.


The Hypno-tricked Wives
Part 5


    The next few days went slowly. I mentioned Doug's name to Kathy a
few times, the way Jason said I should. I was careful not to put any
pressure on or get her angry, and my casual use of his name seemed to
go alright. Of course, each time I did it, it made waiting 'til
Wednesday all the harder.
    But with Jason around, there was always the chance for a pleasant
distraction to help pass the time. On Tuesday, he managed one that the
whole office appreciated, though only Jerry and I knew it wasn't an
accident.
    We had hired a new Administrative Assistant, a woman named Karen,
who managed to annoy just about everyone. There was something about her
that made most of the guys feel like she'd said "no" before they even
asked. Kind of a "don't even think about it" put-down right out of the
blue. And she didn't do much better with the women, especially those
who had seniority. She acted more like an executive than an assistant,
and that didn't play too well.
    Despite all that, she was good to look at. She had light brown hair
and a pretty face with beautiful full lips. Her figure was good, with
really fine breasts and legs that made my eyes stray every time she
walked past. 
     Jason hadn't warned me about any kind of a set-up with her, so the
first time I knew about it was when I heard her calling for someone to
come and help her.  As I stepped out of my office to see what was
wrong, Jason looked at me with a subtle smile and said, "I think you'll
want to go help Miss Perfect." 
    Her voice was coming from the snack room, and I had trouble keeping
a straight face when I got there. Karen was standing half bent over
with her blouse stuck in the door of the microwave oven. She was
wearing one of those loose flowing blouses that have a bow made of the
same fabric, and it was jammed in the door latch. She couldn't open it,
or turn around, or even straighten up. Jason told me later it was
fairly easy to put her in limbo for a moment, catch her blouse in the
door, and then give her a memory that she'd accidentally pushed the
door closed while stretching to get something off a lower shelf.
    I went over to her and asked what had happened, and while she was
explaining, Jerry and a few more people came in. One by one we all took
a turn at trying to open the microwave door, and of course, each one of
us took full advantage of her situation. Looking down her blouse was
almost unavoidable. She couldn't straighten up, and with her blouse
stretched to one side, every one of us got a great view of Karen's full
breasts cupped in a lacy bra. 
    When I went back for a second try, I got an even better treat. I
told her I needed as much slack as possible, and asked her to put her
arms together and stand as close as she could to the microwave. She did
it, and when I bent down to work on the latch, I saw what I'd hoped
for. Putting her arms together made the bra gap forward, exposing her
breasts all the way down to the tops of her delicious dark nipples. My
fingers were working at the latch, but my eyes were locked on her
breasts. And the best thing was she probably knew it. She had to stand
there, bent over and exposed, knowing I was taking in every detail of
her precious tits.
    Things got even worse for her when the maintenance guys showed up.
They had to move the microwave so they could take off the casing and
get to the door's hinges. Of course, she had to move with it or loose
her blouse completely, and the maintenance guys weren't shy at all.
They not only looked, they nudged and rubbed and took every excuse
there was to feel her tits with their arms and even a back of the hand
or palm now and then. 

****
    Finally, Wednesday night came.
    I had to work hard trying to look relaxed all evening, but finally
Kathy and I headed up the stairs for bed. I waited until she had just
dozed off, and then whispered the cue word in her ear. For a moment I
thought maybe it wasn't going to work, but then she slid her legs out
of the bed and sat up. 
    I waited until she'd opened the closet, and then I slipped quietly
out of the room. I found myself tip toeing down the stairs, as if she
could hear me, even though I knew her mind was totally focused on
dressing for a date with Doug. She'd be seeing the clothes in her
closet as her old teenage wardrobe, and when she was dressed, she'd
come downstairs and wait on the couch.  
    Jason and Jerry were waiting at the front door, and I opened it
quietly to let them in. Jason was calm as usual, but Jerry was nervous.
    "You're sure she's not gonna know me?" he asked.
    "She'll know you," Jason said, "but not as Jerry. You'll be Doug, a
high school senior she's dating. And she won't be on the couch in this
house either. She'll be in the back seat of Doug's car."
    "And she'll really think she's back in high school?"
    "Relax, Jerry. Everything will be fine. All you have to do is sit
down and let nature take its course."
    "And I can talk to her?"
    "Say whatever you like," he said, and then looking at me he added,
"Assuming, of course, we still have permission?"
    Jerry looked at me and said, "Yeh. Uh, I thought up some stuff I
can try, you know, see how far I can get, but you gotta be sure you're
okay with this."
    "No way I'm gonna back out now," I said. "I have to see this. Try
for whatever you can get...right up to the limit." 
    Then it was my turn for a little doubt. I asked Jason again, "And
you're absolutely sure she won't see you or me watching all this?"
    "We'll be over there in those two chairs. She won't be looking
there, but even if she did, she wouldn't see us. She's in Doug's car,
remember? Her mind will fill lin whatever details she can recall about
the places she and Doug used to park. Now relax, both of you. Its time
to enjoy.
    Time to enjoy. How about time to panic? I could hear Kathy at the
top of the stairs, and I knew there was no turning back now. 
    And then she was down the stairs, headed for the couch. And then
she sat down. I guess Jerry and I froze, because Jason had to get us
both moving. He gave Jerry a nudge toward the couch, and guided me back
to the chairs.
    Sitting down in the chair calmed me a little, and I took my first
look at the two of them together. Kathy had already moved over next to
Jerry. She had Jeans and a blouse on, and I was already a little
jealous. Her figure was still good and the jeans proved it. She'd
turned toward Jerry, with her breasts pressing against his ribs, and I
could see the side of her ass filling out those jeans in all the right
ways. 
    Kathy began talking to him about school and his car and a bunch of
other things, and it was easy to see Jerry was still a little nervous.
He didn't say much for a while, mostly, "yeh," and "I know," and
whatever else sounded safe to him. But the longer she talked to him as
though he was Doug, the more confident he got. 
    He let her chatter on a while, and then lifted his arm up to put in
around her shoulders. She went on talking, trying to finish whatever
her point was, but this time his answer was to turn into her and find
her mouth. 
    He kissed her, leaned back a moment, and when he could tell she was
okay with it, he kissed her again, longer, with his mouth beginning to
work hers open.
    I don't know exactly why, but seeing her kiss him like that gave me
a sudden jolt of stronger jealousy. I actually had to talk to myself
and remind myself that all this was my idea. They made out like, well,
like a pair of teenagers, their kisses growing longer, their tongues
finding each other, and I could tell Jerry was a very happy guy. He
pressed her in against his chest, feeling the push of her breasts
against him, and began to lick her neck and tease her ears with his
lips.
    If I'd wondered at all about her responding, the question was
answered when she arched her neck and made small sounds of pleasure.
Her hands stroked his back, and soon they were kissing deeply again. 

    Jerry must have really liked the feel of her lips and tongue, or
maybe he was just making sure he didn't rush things, but it seemed like
a long time before he leaned back, letting his lips pull at hers until
they parted, and turned his head toward me. Behind her back, his raised
his hand palm upward, asking if he should go ahead.
    I gave him a thumbs up sign, not completely sure if I meant it, but
sure enough to let things go for a while.
    He kissed her again, this time slipping one arm down from her
shoulder until his hand rested on the upper part of her chest. 
    "Doug...."she said.
    "What?" he said in mock innocence.
    "Don't. Please."
    Jerry began nuzzling at her neck again as he murmured, "I'm not
doing anything."
     Kathy's ears have always been sensitive, and as Jerry began to
nibble on them again, she turned his face toward her and kissed him. As
they kissed, Jerry slid his hand down further until it rested on the
upper part of her right breast.
    I knew it was early in the game, but it began to look as though
Kathy had been telling me the truth all these years. She pulled back,
told him to stop, and pushed his hand away from her. 
    Jerry sat quietly for a moment, and when he spoke he sounded almost
angry.  "All right. I'll stop. But you have to stop too. Stop lying to
me, and stop leading me on. I asked you to go with me because I thought
we cared about each other. But this," and he actually cupped her breast
from underneath ,"is a part of being close to you and caring about you.
There isn't a girl I know who wouldn't understand that."
    It was easy to see Jerry'd done some planning. With that one
sentence he'd told her he cared about her, and then threatened to leave
her for another girl who'd be more reasonable. At the same time he'd
managed to get his hand on her tit on the pretext of making a point,
rather than plain-old copping a feel.  I don't know if that argument
would fly with someone older, but you could see Kathy was thinking with
her teenage head. She didn't even move his hand away. 
     Jerry kept his hand on her breast while he pulled her closer, now
resting his chin against her forehead. Then, as he lowered his head to
kiss her again, he whispered, ÒI think weÕre really meant for each
other, Kathy. While he kissed her, he began moving his hand in gentle
circles, pressing in on her breast lightly. 
     It looked like sheÕd decided to let him feel her up a little, and
I had a good guess why. From what KathyÕd told me, Doug must have been
some kind of big deal in high school.  And I know her well enough to
bet sheÕd  do her best to be a part of the ÒinÓ crowd, and that
probably included dating Doug. I mean, sure, I guess she liked the guy,
but she probably wouldnÕt have let him get his hand on her tit if she
wasnÕt worried he might dump her. Of course I'd told Jerry about it,
and it looked like he was playing it just right. Probably the same way
Doug would have back then. 
    Ah, my calculating wife. There she was, letting Doug play with her
breasts so she could stay one up on the other girls. The sight of his
hand massaging her through the blouse was getting me hot, and it made
me wonder just how much my virtuous Kathy would let him do. And just
how long could she keep control of things?
    JerryÕs hand began to squeeze her breast a little, and when she
didnÕt complain, he began massaging both of her breasts, his fingers
stroking and pressing in against the nipples. But if she thought she
could keep him happy feeling her up through the blouse, she knew better
soon. 
    His kisses were longer and deeper now, and his tongue explored her
mouth. I watched his fingers fumble at the middle buttons on her blouse
for a moment, and then saw him slide his hand in, his fingers stroking
the soft flesh above her bra. 
    She managed to say a muffled ÒdonÕtÓ but his mouth covered the rest
of it, and his hand worked quickly to slip inside the bra cup. By the
time kathy was able to break their kiss and finish her sentence with a
weak Òwe shouldnÕt do this.....Ó Jerry had cupped her naked breast and
begun to roll her nipple between his fingers. 
    ÒPlease,Ó she whispered, ÒcanÕt you tell I care without.....Ó
    Jerry covered her mouth with his again. A moment later she stopped
trying to talk, and his hands finished opening her blouse. He slid one
hand behind her to unclasp the bra, and pushed it upwards with the
other, allowing KathyÕs lovely breasts to come into full view. Neither
of them spoke as Jerry gazed down at her smooth soft skin and lovely
dusky pink nipples. 
    Kathy broke the silence, touching his face and turning it to look
directly into hers. ÒDoug,Ó she said, Òthis canÕt get out of
control.....Ó
    Without answering, Jerry smiled at her and lowered his head to her
breasts. And now as I watched, my sweet modest  wife let him suck and
squeeze her nipples until they stiffened with arousal. 
    IÕd never been so hot in my life. There was my Kathy, with another
manÕs tongue lapping at her tits, his fingers pulling at her nipples,
stretching the skin up and away. Jerry was so enthused IÕm sure it
almost hurt her, the way he was nibbling on her rock hard nipples and
squeezing the full soft flesh. I could see it in her face, small
moments of pain, and something else too. Her eyes were closed most of
the time now, but when they opened, she had the glazed, dreamy look I
knew very well. Kathy was loosing control.
    It was quite a while before Jerry had satisfied his lust for my
wifeÕs tits, and lifted his head back up  to nuzzle at her neck. His
right arm circled her shoulders, pulling her to him, and his left hand
rested on her stomach. Of course, it didnÕt rest there very long.
    Without a word, his lips nuzzling her earlobe, Jerry slid his hand
to the waistband of her jeans. When he pressed down gently on her
stomach, sliding his hand under and down, she stopped him, pulling at
his arm. 
    ÒNo,Ó she said with quiet firmness. 
    ÒOh yes,Ó he said with equal firmness, and pushed downward. The
bulge his hand made under her jeans moved slowly down despite her
tugging at his arm and her increasingly angry protests.
    ÒIÕm going to leave,Ó she said. ÒIÕm going to get out of this car
right now if you donÕt stop it.Ó
    ÒYou donÕt want to go anywhere,Ó he said. ÒI know you donÕt.Ó
    ÒStop it!Ó she said, struggling now to pull free from his arm. ÒI
mean it.Ó
    ÒAlright, kathy,Ó he said, ÒIÕll stop. Just relax.Ó
    ÒThen do it. Move your hand,Ó she said, and then softened, ÒI mean,
we can be close without that...Ó
    ÒIf you want me to move my hand, weÕre going to do it my way, or
you can just hop out now and we'll forget about everything.Ó
    ÒI donÕt want to forget about everything....I like being with you,
Doug. I do! But I canÕt do this.Ó
    ÒAlright. IÕm going to move my hand. But IÕm going to count to ten
first. You can manage to hang on 'til then, canÕt you?Ó
    ÒJust ten and then youÕll quit?Ó
    ÒJust ten. Starting now. Just as soon as I slide my finger under
your panties here....Ó
    ÒNo! You said youÕd stopÓ
    ÒIÕm counting, Kathy. And he began, very slowly. One. Two. Three.
    It was clear that JerryÕs hand was very, very busy under her jeans.
If heÕd managed to slip his fingers inside her panties, he had to be
stroking her pussy lips and teasing her clit by now. Watching KathyÕs
face was almost comical. She was tense with resolve, but the arousal
she'd already felt from Jerry sucking on her nipples was being
reinforced with every sensuous stroke of her pussy. 
    ÒHurry up!Ó she blurted and I almost laughed. She was losing it
fast.
    ÒSeven. Eight,Ó he counted, Ònow, you're certain I should move my
hand at ten?Ó
    ÒYes,Ó she said, but there was no mistaking the quieter tone in her
voice.
    ÒNine,Ó he said, his fingers working the whole length of her sex,
ÒTen.Ó
    Silence. Not a word. The only movement was JerryÕs finger as it
slowly circled her clit under the jeans. ÒShall I move?Ó he asked.
    ÒYou should,Ó her voice came, small and quiet between sharp intakes
of breath as his fingers probed her clit.
    ÒI donÕt want to.Ó
    ÒI know, but...Ó
    ÒAre you sure you want me to stop?Ó
    Silence again. JerryÕs fingers continued circling her tender-most
flesh, teasing her clit. He leaned in to kiss her again, and held his
lips to hers a long time while his fingers worked their way up from her
pussy to the button that held her jeans together. In a moment it was
open, then the soft sound of  her zipper, and he was pushing the jeans
down her lovely legs. 
    She was quiet now as his hands moved back up to pull her panties
down. I sat there numb with jealousy and arousal as Jerry proved that
my wife might not have been the totally virtuous young lady she'd
claimed. And then her jeans and panties were off completely. 
    Jerry opened her legs slowly, teasing himself as he exposed more
and more of her dark rose-colored pussy, nestled in soft brunette hair.
Her already swollen labia glistened with moisture, and he slid his hand
up her thigh to let it rest between her legs, feeling her warmth and
softness. Then his hand rose, and his fingers stroked her labia,
spreading them open to expose her dark pink womanhood. Her breath began
to come in short quick intakes as he slipped his fingers inside, finger
fucking her first with two, and then three fingers. 
    Soon her pelvis began to move with the rhythm of his hand, pressing
hard against him, driving his fingers deep inside.  I could tell she
was getting closer and closer to a crushing orgasm with each stroke.
And then he stopped.
    HIs hand slid away from her and came to rest on her belly again. It
surprised me, and I know it surprised her. ÒWhat's wrong....,Ó she
said, her breathing still rapid, ÒI....why did you stop?Ó     
    ÒBecause you werenÕt very nice.Ó
    ÒWhat?Ó she gasped.
    Jerry looked straight up at Jason and me, winked, and said, ÒWhen I
tried to tell you how good this would be. You got angry. So maybe now
IÕm angry. And maybe I wonÕt do it any more.Ó
    ÒDamn you,Ó was all she could get out. ÒThis is stupid. You don't
stop when....Ó
    ÒI can stop whenever I want. At least until youÕve been punished
for being such a cruel girl.Ó
    ÒPunished?Ó
    ÒRoll over my knees here.Ó
    ÒWill you stop fooling around? I...Ó
    That was all she got out. Jerry grabbed her, forced her head down
with one arm and lifted her legs up with the other. Before she knew it,
she was laid out across his lap. She was still talking, but with her
face pressed into the couch, her voice was too muffled to understand.
JerryÕs hands circled her sweet naked ass, enjoying the smoothness of
her for a moment, and then he gave her the first swat. 
    I donÕt think she really thought he was going to do it. She was too
surprised, and let out a loud muffled ÒOuch!Ó followed by a variety of
other noises as JerryÕs hands stung her ass cheeks over and over.
Before long, her entire rear end had turned to a rosy red. 
    On the one hand I was absolutely stunned, and on the other I was
jealous and angry. IÕd never even dared think about throwing Kathy
across my knee. But here I was, watching another man enjoy the
delicious wiggle of her ass and her muffled cries pleading for him to
stop.
    As I thought about it, though, I couldn't be too jealous. The deal
between Jerry and me was he could play with KathyÕs body, but he
couldnÕt go all the way. So he was probably trying to enjoy her
luscious body every way he could before it was over. But I was the one
who'd get to fuck her. 
    When he was finished spanking her, he asked if she was sorry. I
thought for sure she'd turn over and take a swing at him, but I was
wrong. Her face was streaked with tears when she turn toward him, and
all she could say was ÒSorry....sorry.Ó
    ÒThatÕs better,Ó Jerry told her. ÒNow. Are you my girl or arenÕt
you.Ó
    ÒYes....Ó
    ÒGood. Now letÕs see if you mean it.Ó
    ÒI do.Ó
    ÒUhuh. I want to see your body. Close up. All of it.  Are you going
to show me?Ó
    ÒIÕm naked...thereÕs nothing left.Ó
    ÒOh I think there is.Ó
    ÒWhat?Ó
    ÒI think you should get on your knees, lean your chest down against
the seat here and stick your ass up as high as you can.Ó
    ÒOh God, please, thatÕs not pretty it's...it's...IÕd be too
embarrassed.Ó
    ÒDo it.Ó
    ÒPlease.Ó
    ÒOr we can go back to the spanking....Ó
    ÒNo.....wait.Ó
    And IÕll be damned if she didnÕt do it. Slowly up on all fours,
then down with her head and up with that gorgeous ass of hers, aimed
right square at him.
    ÒAlright, now do it,Ó he said.
    ÒDo what?Ó
    ÒWhat I asked you to. Or do I have to remind you?Ó Before she could
answer, he gave her a hard swat on each upturned ass cheek.
    ÒYou can look at me. God, I did what you asked, this is so
hard....Ó
    He swatted her again. ÒI asked you to show me. So show me. You know
what I mean.Ó
    And now she knew. Slowly, she she reach back with her hands. ÒOh
jeese...I.....oh god.....this is so.....dirty...god.Ó And she spread
open her ass cheeks and her pussy, stretching herself as wide as she
could, and knelt there, breathing in short gasps while Jerry filled his
eyes with her.
    As he began trailing his fingers lightly up and down her pussy, he
said to her "You like this, don't you."
    "Press harder...." she moaned. "Please."
    "Tell me!" he said, "if you want me to press harder tell me you
like showing off for me."
    "Alright...yes...I like it."
    "Like what?"
    "I like.....I like...opening myself for you....I like..oh god...."
she said, her voice deepening in passion. "I like opening up my ass and
pussy for you....so you can look...so you can see me....touch me...."
    If I hadn't heard it, I'd never believe it. My wife... turned on by
exposing herself....humiliated and loving it! Hotter than I'd ever seen
her. 
    And when he buried his fingers in her pussy again and began to
tease and lick her open asshole, Kathy's response was almost immediate.
ÒOh god yes," she said, "donÕt stop this time, oh god donÕt stop....Ó
and she began humping backwards against his fingers.
    ÒI wonÕt,Ó he said, and knelt up behind her, unbuckling his
trousers. Both Jason and I raised a hand, a silent warning not to go
too far, and he gave us a thumbs up, mouthing, Òits okay.Ó
    His trousers dropped, then the shorts, and a very hard seven inch
cock took aim at my wifeÕs lewdly exposed ass. He took hold of his cock
and slid it between her legs, coating it with her moisture. And then he
began to slide it....from her clit up the back of her pussy to her
puckered little asshole, then down again. He moved his cock in small
circles with his hand, pressing in on her so that the head of it pushed
into her pussy just a bit, then slid between her lips as he pulled up
again, now pressing in against her asshole until even that virgin hole
opened for him just a bit.  
     I sat there, unable to move, barely able to breath as I watched my
lovely, modest wife thrust her wide open ass up against him, trying to
press his cock inside her. Her breathing got heavier with each stroke
until she began to jerk violently in a series of orgasmic shudders, a
high animal scream spilling out of her throat. 
    That was all Jerry could take. As she screamed, he slammed his cock
hard against her ass cheeks, sliding up and down between them, 
groaning louder and louder until a heavy load shot out, spreading up
over her ass and the small of her back.
    And that was pretty much the end of it. Jerry settled back on the
couch with a huge smile on his face. Jason stepped over to Kathy,
touched her head and spoke a few words to put her in limbo. 
    "You owe me one," I said to Jerry.
    "Absolutely.  A big one," he agreed.
    Before Jason sent Kathy back upstairs, we made sure she was clean,
and we checked to be certain Jerry hadn't got carried away when he
spanked her. Her ass cheeks were already back to their normal color,
and soon she was headed up the stairs to our bed. 
    Jason and Jerry left, and I followed Kathy up. By the time I got
there, she was already back in her nightgown, sleeping quietly. My job
now was to begin making love to her while she slept, then touch her
head and wake her with the cue word. She'd wake up with me kissing her
and stroking her pussy. 
    She'd be horny and wet, but she'd assume I'd been teasing her for a
while before she woke. And then we'd make love. I was way beyond ready,
and I knew she would be too. This time, I said to myself, I'll do it
the way we usually do. But pretty soon one night, I think I'll give
that sweet ass of hers a good sharp swat. And then we'll see what
develops.

****
    As for the other wives, well, by now I was thinking a lot about
bringing more of the other guys in on this. I had some tantalizing
notions in my head about tasting as many of the wives' furry little
pussies as possible, and for that I wanted the husbands' okay. I didn't
think I'd have all that much trouble with that part of it. After all,
each of them would enjoy the same feast, but I wasn't sure if Jason
could arrange something like that. Maybe it would be too complicated. I
didn't know, but the more I fantasized about it, the more I knew I was
going to ask him about it at the office the next day.
  

End of Part Five  


So. Enough? Tired of the theme, or should I continue. If I get a bunch
of emails, I'll do one more. Otherwise, I'm glad we all had fun and
it'll end here.

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