The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My wife sat frozen upon my lap, facing toward me, my cock embedded within her. Her voluptuous body was naked except for some white stockings and a sheer white chemise—her large breasts hanging outside her lingerie.

“... now reach down and touch yourself.”

I was naked too—each of my hands upon her smooth warm upper thighs—watching.

Enjoying.

One of her hands, that had held up her huge breasts, slide down her stomach to grasp her pubic mound—it was shaven, as I had demanded weeks before.

“Now play with yourself honey—I want you to come for me.”

My dear wife sighed with pleasure and altered her intimate touch so as to press three of her fingers over the top and into her slit—Devon pressed inwards and began to grind her hips upon me.

I merely grunted, “No moving your ass babe—only your hands.” She opened her eyes for a brief second to look down at my own, as if my demand was a physical impossibility—and then moaned in frustration and again closed them. My wife of seven years began to aggressively frig her clitoris.

It was a delicious sight—and I had to fight from the urge to spin her about on the bed and fuck her with all the passion I was feeling for her.

She may think I was expressing my dominance to allow her to enjoy her erotic energy—but I think of these little moments as foreplay. The longer the buildup the greater the final pleasure—for me! Though Devon certainly found pleasure in my decrees.

Devon was breathing harshly and her triple ‘D’ breasts heaved and quivered. My wife was nearing her orgasm—and it was a pleasure to witness, let me assure you. I never tired of it.

I thought to add to my instructions, “Use your other hand on your ass Devon.” The fingers stopped from tweaking her nipple and slipped around her voluptuous body and down her big round white ass and suddenly she smiled and I knew she had found her mark.

Within a minute Devon began to groan through her teeth as her orgasm hit her—her body convulsed above my own, my cock feeling the wild squeezing and contracting to great effect. Then I felt the wave of warm liquid wash over my crotch and down to the bed spread between my legs. Devon always had a very wet orgasm, though messy, it was a delight.

Within thirty seconds her body loosened up and her tense kneeling stance failed and she fell onto me—her warm sweaty skin sticking to my own.

“Hum... very nice.” I meant it. Then I twitched my cock within her, “Time to ride me babe.”

With tired movements she used her hands to push her body back to its kneeling position above my crotch while smiling and sighed her acceptance to my order, “Uh huh.”

I never gave her another instruction—I didn’t need too. Devon slowly drew her large sexy ass up to the point that the head of my dick was about to slip out of her body before slowly lowering it back down—just as she knew I liked it. She would do this for as long as I wanted, not even speeding up till I motioned her too.

This night, though, I was passionate for my wife and wanted to feel that release of sexual energy within her. I reached out and grabbed at her big ass cheeks in my strong hands and began to drive her movements. She followed every gesture and began to crash her wet thighs down upon my own—our skin and attached organs making sloppy erotic noises.

Would you believe that my wife never wore stockings until a couple of months ago? She would never have touched any private part of her body while I watched. Hell, she never even orgasmed with me in the same room until only a very short time ago.

I had to stretch, but the middle finger of my right hand touched her slippery wet ass hole. She tensed and sighed as I was able to slip it into her rear opening to the second knuckle.

Devon never even realized that she had a very erotic erogenous zone was her ass hole until a couple of months ago! Now I can make her orgasm simply by fingering her bottom. That wasn’t the only power I had over her, as you will come to understand!

I felt my balls tighten and my cock suddenly enlarge within her body—Devon felt it as well and began to squeal behind clenched teeth. The first blast of my sperm set her off as well, and we enjoyed a mutual orgasm the likes of which I enjoy nearly every evening.

I’m not kidding—every night I order my wife to perform to some erotic script that I would think up. She was always a very interested player—never stepping back from anything I ask.

That, by the way, is what caused me to wonder when all this started a short time ago. That the woman who I had married and had known for so many years was not the woman that could orgasm any place or any time, if only I told her too.

Devon collapsed again, but this time I simply savoured the touch of her warm sweaty skin with my own. Her two lower holes still held both my finger and my dick and I’m sure neither of us would want that pleasure to end.

My mind remembered the pleasure mixed with uncertainty some months ago. I had read someplace that some women, when they had an extramarital affair, would become more sexually responsive with their spouses. I had confronted Devon, just minutes after a large load that she had been rubbing into the skin of her breasts at the time, telling her that I knew of her affair. Well, just think of the confusion and then tears and perhaps a few screams if that claim simply wasn’t true?

If she wasn’t fucking someone else, then it had to be something else right? Its only logical.

Devon sighed tired but happily when I pushed her from my body and she slipped slowly down near my hip. My darling wife lapped at my crotch, licking away our mingled sperm and her juices hungrily.

About a week after that argument I was sitting in my chair in the living room and my naked wife was bobbing her head in my lap—my mind though, was upon that question—why! Then the timing seemed to click into place, when my ‘new’ wife was exposed was approximately the time she had first tasted my sperm.

You had read correctly dear reader. Oh, Devon tried sucking on my cock in our first year of marriage, it was never successful—with comments like, “it hurts my jaw”, “I don’t like the taste”, or one of my favourites, “good girls don’t”. It rarely lasted a couple seconds and never to my completion.

Then nearly six months ago we had come home after the new years eve party at her sisters—Devon only semi-conscious and me drunker that I have been in some years. The cab driver never even offered to help me carry my passed out wife into our house and so I had to accomplish this by myself. At that time, six months ago, Devon weighted about the same as I and so I was rather tired, drunk and angry by the time I dumped her in our bed. She lay there mumbling something about wrapping paper for presents or some such crap. Then I saw the swell of her huge breasts and felt my cock twitch—it had been weeks since we had ‘made love’, as we agreed to call it. None of that fowl mouth in our marriage bed—it took away from the intimacy of our love, is what she always said.

I think you are starting to see a small part of the iceberg that was my life, at that time?

A lot of what happened next was a blur, but for whatever reason I was past caring and had disrobed my wife completely and was between her thighs pumping in and out of her. All the while she continued to mumble stupid things and in my drunken haze only became angrier that she wasn’t responding favourably to my fucking. So I shut her up—by climbing up her body, straddling her neck and shoving my cock into her mouth. Devon wasn’t able to talk at that moment, to be sure, hell she was barely able to breath! Yet, the sight of her face and lips, the latter which held my hard dick between, excited me to no end and I orgasmed.

It wasn’t a great nor memorable blast of sperm but simply getting my drunken rocks off. When I fell next to her on the bed I saw that she was asleep, with sperm leaking down one side of her mouth. I simply rolled over and went to sleep exhausted.

Yet at that moment something happened—was it the booze, the magic of the new year or my wife nearing her mid-thirties? I think I know what it was—and had since proved it to myself—it was my come... my sperm... my ejaculate.

You think I’m kidding right? Fucking nuts huh?

Devon woke me that next morning—the first day of the new year—sucking my cock. Now gentlemen, if you have ever woken up this way you know that it is simply the best feeling in the world—one that I had not felt till that moment. She sucked, bobbed and licked. Devon moaned, whimpered and sighed. My wife ground her hairy crotch into my shin and only a minute after coming awake my cock began to jerk within her. My delight and surprise was heightened when I realized Devon was also orgasmed at the same moment.

That was only the beginning.

I motioned my wife to end her dutiful cleaning of my soiled groin and she happily snuggled with her head on my shoulder and her hairless crotch into my hip.

Quickly I felt her relax into a deep slumber though my mind continued to remember the recent past. Was it all that long ago that I was grateful if only to climb between her thighs twice a month?

My wife changed after that night, not so long ago—she began to work out fanatical, she had lost dozens of pounds and looked fantastic, she took more care about how she looked for me, she researched my likes and dislikes in clothing and lingerie then dressed how I preferred. Within weeks I was getting my rocks off usually twice a day—a load in Devon’s hungry mouth and in her sex. Lots of fucking, and not just in our marriage bed any longer—in every room of our house, on the floors and furniture. She tried every angle that still allowed my cock to enter into her body but we both discovered my favourite was behind her, doggy style.

After that she discovered something else, that I enjoyed teasing her ass hole. At first tiny touches as I pounded into her. The first time I slide two fingers into her rear as I fucked her from behind Devon had multiple orgasms and passed out in the middle of our living room floor. After that her ass was always accessible, and always enjoyed. Often I found it cleaned and greased when I came home from work—and if I teased her, Devon would whine and beg for me to touch her there.

She shaved her pubic area till it was bald and kept it that way for me. I knew of her enjoyment of my come but I also enjoyed shooting upon her face and huge breasts—which she would use her fingers to whip off into her mouth. She wore lingerie that I enjoyed and which highlighted her best features.

She began to do all that I asked.

Devon snored softly in the crook of my arm, heavily as she always did after multiple orgasms, and I was able to disengage from her. I retreated silently to our living room, naked and sated.

My wife first masturbated before me a month into the new year—something I had never seen before. It was exquisite and lovely—and often found my thirst to watch her pleasure herself.

Then I came home from work one day and found her in lingerie holding a jar—she handed it to me and giggled as she leaned up to whisper in my ear, “I want to loose my virginity tonight lover!” With wide eyes I looked down and realized what she wanted—less than an hour latter I was slowly stroking in and out of her very tight bottom hole, she screaming and gasping with pleasure. That was our first anal fuck—but not our last.

A month ago Devon caught me looking at the waitress at the restaurant and slipped her nylon clad foot up into my crotch to tease me. “She is pretty isn’t she honey?”

I pretended that I didn’t know what she was talking about so Devon made a off handed remark, “I’d love to see her pretty lips wrapped around your dick lover.”

“What?” I hissed under my breath, looking around to make sure no one could hear us.

Devon giggled like a teenage girl, something else she only started a couple months go, and saw that the waiter was approaching so changed the subject. I’m a guy right? What guy would not think about screwing two women at once?

I collapsed into my family room chair, looking out of the window toward the street lights of my street. My mind lost in the recent past.

It was about that time, after my wife’s comments at the restaurant, that I began to decode all that has happened. Each time I looked at the accumulated evidence, I found that it all lead back to that fateful drunken night last new years eve and the only thing that had happened that was different from our normal lives.

How could I prove it to myself? Who would believe me anyway?

Was there a way to test my theory? Not on Devon certainly—she had already succumbed to this imaginary power that I figured I had. Or rather that my dick had.

Then her bitch of a sister was coming to stay for a long weekend and knew I had at to find at least some of the answers!

I’m a bastard, so what?

Devon’s two year older sister, Rachel, was a bitch. She and I never got along. She with her well-to-do husband and two perfect kids—us with neither.

Normally Devon could only take her sister in small doses before her frustration level rose to the point of explosion. Yet the two siblings were family and as such, kept in close contact and often did the holidays together. Why couldn’t they be like my family and never call or write?

Devon was concerned, when she told me that Rachel was coming, that she would not be able to enjoy the boundless pleasure we have had these last few moons. She meant that she could not wear sheer lingerie about the house and keep her ass hole lubed... or just be ready for her husband to bend her over at any time or any place in our home.

That was not what I was thinking about—I can poke, notice I didn’t fucking say ‘making love’, Devon in the privacy of our own room for three nights. What I spent my time thinking about was my theory that my dick, or my come, had this power to change a woman to some type of slut.

Great if its your wife and she loves you unconditionally—but what if its your sister-in-law and she can’t stand you?

Then there is the question of the application—how to get my sperm into her mouth?

Most certainly not by conventional means!

Non-consensual was out of the question—what if I’m wrong? I’m not going to jail, not now, after rediscovering my wife. It had to be in some way that she didn’t know what happened.

Rachel showed up hours later than she scheduled with us, didn’t eat her supper, complained about her younger sister looking ‘too skinny’ and then retreated to bed. Devon was still heavier than her sister, but with her large breasts and full figured hourglass shape, looked better than her sibling, in my opinion.

I made breakfast for Rachel the next morning—scrambled eggs with my special sauce. Nasty right? Hell, I hadn’t even felt the urge to masturbate for months before then and it took me a rather long time to get a good load out. I watched her eat her breakfast, complaining about the running salty eggs—adding a pile of pepper to them, before going to do her morning toilet.

Devon and Rachel went shopping and left me alone till supper—which I got a call from my weary sounding wife, to tell me that were going to supper. I think Rachel was already getting on her younger sisters nerves.

I was asleep before they even got home, waking in the middle of the night to ride my exhausted wife to release some of my sexual tensions.

The next morning I woke to the sun streaming into my bedroom and my sister-in-law sitting at the foot of my bed.

“Devon went out to get some bacon and bread... special rye bread from across town that I like.” Bitch sent my wife on a fifty minute journey to get bread early Sunday morning. She was still talking but I had tuned most of her gibberish out until she said, “...because I wanted to be alone with you.”

I bolted up in my bed, careful to keep my nudity covered just in case, and starred hard at her. Was it true—did it work?

“I’m not sure why I’m here”, she looked down at her hands embarrassed, “but I want you to fuck me.” Spoken all so simply and sane.

It fucking worked!

I pushed my sheet down to my feet and watched amused at the bitch’s eyes widen and I saw the hunger come into face. She was practically salivating, her tongue licking at her lips expectantly.

“Get naked Rachel.”

She didn’t appear to hear for a few lengthy seconds then her hands came up and she pushed off the thick flannel nightgown she wore. I saw that her smaller breasts and elder body was still attractive, but no match for my sexy wife.

“I want... I want to suck you... your cock.” Her eyes had not even come off it.

I grasped it and squeezed, it was still soft but I knew it would not take much to harden.

“Ever suck a cock before slut?” I was testing her, calling her a slut should pop her pressure valve.

Rachel didn’t even blink, but just starred at my dick hungrily and nodded.

My fucking brother-in-law was getting his cock sucked while I hadn’t gotten anything for so many years. I wanted to know more, “Ever cheat on your husband Rachel?”

She just shrugged then nodded negatively. The opportunity must certainly exist, he was away from home five days out of every week—working in a different province.

“But thought of it huh?” That really wasn’t a question—but it had gotten my own thoughts to thinking, did I really want to cheat on Devon. I mean, now, after our sex life is so amazing. Let alone cheating on my wife with her own sister—now that is a slap in the face.

Her trembling hand inched forwards and grasped my calf, rubbing gently. “Please? Just this once OK?”

In forty five minutes my wife would be home and her juicy quim, ass and mouth could satisfy me indefinitely. All I had been doing was testing to see if my suspicions were true—now that they were proven I had to think about what it all meant.

“I... I’m begging you honey?” She slipped off the bed and began to kiss up above my knee, moving slowly toward my lap. All I could feel now was pity for this middle-aged woman—I had little doubt she was a lonely irritable nag.

Just before her lips touched the head of my circumcised cock I grasped her hair and held her face from my lap. Rachael’s eyes came up to look into my own, they pleaded with me silently.

“You will see your husband tonight why don’t you wait until then?” He would leave to catch the plane about midnight each Sunday.

Rachael’s eyes watered up as she looked at me, “I don’t love him... I need you... please?” One hand snaked forwards to grasp at my cock, I grabbed it with my free hand just in time.

“Did you love him yesterday?” She may not understand the question, but I needed to know. Thankfully she nodded negatively. “Then why not go suck off your tennis coach instead of me?” I had heard her and Devon talking about how much a ‘hunk’ the elder sister’s new coach was.

The tears rolled down her face, “I want you.” And not the hard bodied tennis guy. Shit—was this because of my experiment? The truth be told, I wouldn’t mind fucking my wife’s sister—not a bad body, would look nice in a lace body stocking, and a good contrast with my wife’s voluptuous fullness.

In this, though, my mind was in control.

“How bad do you want this Rachel?” I tugged at my still-soft dick so there was no misunderstanding—her eyes were less than twenty centimetres away from my crotch and missed nothing.

“I’ll do anything.” She sounded very resolved but I was going to push that.

“What is anything?”

She smiled, trying to be seductive I should imagine, her eyes batting as she hoarsely told me all the things she would do for me. It was lame by Devon and my new lifestyle—of course she couldn’t know that.

I had to push it. “Would you sleep with another woman if I asked?”

She looked hurt but nodded affirmatively.

“Even if that was your sister?”

Rachel froze, our eyes locked. I had just pushed it too far I was imagining—pressed my luck so that she would storm out of here screaming and yelling about how much of a pig I was.

Then in a movement that I almost missed, as it was very slight, she nodded ‘yes’.

Oh fuck.

That was two weeks ago and it all turned out like some erotic dream—so far gone that I would never even have fantasized about it.

I told Devon, when she got home, that her sister wanted to talk with her in our room. Frowning she disappeared—I emptied the grocery bags for her and then followed some ten minutes later.

I found Rachel, still naked, laying in the middle of our marriage bed. Her younger sister, my wife, kneeling above her head facing me in the doorway—she was naked as well.

Her large breasts were being mauled in her own hands and she looked at me in her erotic fever, “Rachael said this is what you wanted honey?” Beneath her, Rachel’s chin and lower lip could be seen moving about as her mouth was plastered to my wife’s cunt.

I nodded, “This is what I wanted.” In my fucking wildest dreams maybe!

I let my own robe fall to the floor and knelt between my sister-in-laws thighs, my wife held her sister wide and high by her ankles. My cock slide into her wet hole with ease and then both sisters began to orgasm.

That had been two weeks ago—and most possibly the most amazing sexual day of my life. All I had to do was ask—nothing was forbidden. The highlight of the day had been looking into the two sets of eyes as they waited, cheek to cheek, for me to spill my potent seed. I came with gusto and covered both faces. The sisters spent ten minutes, breast to breast, belly to belly and cunt to cunt as they licked each other clean.

Tomorrow Rachel was returning and was the reason I couldn’t sleep—why I had felt the need to pleasure myself with my wife. Devon had promised to prepare her sister’s ass hole with her tongue so I could take a second anal cherry. Fucking wild.

My hand grasped my soiled tired dick and I gave it a loving squeeze and spoke down at it, “Well buddy, you better go get your rest we have a big day tomorrow!”

Of course he didn’t reply... just in case you think I’m fucking nuts or something!

I sat up to return to my room and sleeping wife, but before I could I saw a picture of Rachel and her family on our wall. My niece was sixteen and looked like a young sexy version of my wife—maybe I should ask Rachel to invite her for a future visit.

What do you think? Should I give the girl a little taste of me?