The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I met my wife in college, when we were both 18-year-old, horny virgins. Mary was a “good Catholic girl,” meaning she tried consciously to resist temptation. But when she got all hot and bothered, she transformed into a horny little thing who was incredibly turned on by skin-to-skin contact. In fact, only the third time we started making out, and the first time she slept with me in my bad, this cute little girl who proclaimed her intention to stay a virgin until her wedding night was naked with me, jacking me off and enjoying the first really good fingering she’d ever had, while I licked and sucked her nipples. I was determined not to scare her off, so I respected her desire to rmeain a virgin. For now.

Then, about a year after we became a couple, and were engaged, Mary was floating in post-orgasmic bliss after I had gone down her and made her cum a couple of times. She was so relaxed, I decided to see if I could pull off a hypnotic induction. And it worked! I was able to put her into a trance, set up a trigger word to put her under without a long, involved induction, and proceeded to find out just how horny I could make my cute little fiancee. (I keep calling her little—I was 6′2″ and she was 5′0″ even. She was slightly plump, which gave her a great set of tits and a nice cushioned behind for what we would find out later was one of her favorite positions, doggy style.)

Not long after this—and with her complete knowledge and permission—I began to hypnotically enhance her sexual stimulation. I would set up suggestions that certain words or situations would make her unbearably horny, and that my touching her in these horny states would scale her up to heights of passion and response. I could make her nipples sensitive enough that she could cum just from me teasing and licking them. And I planted the idea that feeling my cock touching her pussy lips would really set her off. We had some very strenuous sessions, and during one of them I actually tore her hymen with my fingers while bringing her to orgasm. So, even though we’d not actually had intercourse, she was technically no longer a virgin. Which made the transition to fucking a lot easier and more spontaneous, when it happened.

We started to fuck, and not just do everything except, on my birthday after when we had been together for about two years. We were messing around naked, and Mary was indulging in her latest way of enjoying non-penetration sex, being on top of me and rubbing her wet slit up and down the length of my hard cock. I could see that she was getting close to cumming, and was about to reach down and apply some manual stimulation to her clit to bring her off, when she got this hungry look on her face, canted her hips ever so slightly as she slid her pussy lips over my cockhead, and with a little push, popped me inside of her. Without a word, she started riding my hard dick like she’d been doing it her whole life, cumming after only a few minutes. Since we hadn’t been planning on fucking, she was riding me bareback, and I didn’t want to get her pregnant, so after she came, I stroked into her a few more times until I was about to explode, then pulled out and came on her stomach. After that, we went out, bought some condoms, and proceeded to spend the rest of that day and night fucking our brains out. She was SO happy to finally feel me inside of her, once she finally decided to do it, that she came really hard, every time. And I was finally able to cum inside of her, though with the condoms preventing pregnancy.

Then, as sometimes happens, different things in life dovetailed, and Mary’s very erratic periods started to get to be a problem for her. So she started taking birth control pills. SHe told her folks it was to stabilize her periods, and that was one thing it was good for. But it also meant that the condoms went out the window, and for the last couple of years of college, we fucked with wild abandon, the only thing breaking the spontaneity of our couplings being the need to have a towel handy, to clean up afterwards. I tell ya, that girl LOVED feeling me cum inside of her, it was one of her natural orgasmic triggers. So, our sex always ended up with my cum oozing out of her, to form the infanous Wet Spot. Hence the towel. But it usually meant that she could come when I did, which was nice. She knew that was rare, but the fact that feeling a cock explode in her usually made her cum meant that SHE was the rare one. Her lovers were the lucky ones.

We got married after we graduated, and for a honeymoon we went to a fan convention for media and literature we enjoyed. These conventions were as much an opportunity to party all weekend as anything else. and lots of people—mostly guys, but a fair number of girls, too—went to party, get drunk, and try to get laid. And since this was before the AIDS epidemic, the only thing people really worried about was getting knocked up. Mary never had to worry about that, because she was on the pill, but she also was a little too prone to her Catholic upbringing making her wary of going too far overboard. She could enjoy sex with me, because I was her mate, but while I could tell other guys turned her on, she never nmade any moves to encourage them.

Mary and I had talked a lot about being open to experiences with other people. We were both virgins when we met, and had only ever had sex with each other. Mary had never even felt a hard cock before mine, except through the pants of her high school prom date, when he was the first guy to get his fingers under her dress and make her all wet and squirmy when he got his fingers into her panties, for the first and only time, and rubbed her clit for a few minutes beforfe she stopped him. But she was nervous enough that she didn’t want to risk touching his dick, because she was worried that, thus encouraged, he’d fuck her whether she wanted him to or not, and then, in her high school moral daze, she’d feel like she had to marry him. And she didn’t like him enough for that. So, that was as far as it went, she broke up with him right after prom.

From some questions I’d asked while she was in trance, though, I knew she was powerfully curious about what sex would be like with different people. She didn’t initiate anything with anyone, because she said she wasn’t sure sher wanted to “cleave upon another,” and possibly damage our relationship, and because we hung out with the same crowd, and she didn’t want to explore sex with anyone else, if he might make life difficult for us as a couple. You can never tell when someone might catch feelings. I knew I could help Mary stay emotionally conected to me no matter what she did in bed with anyone else, so I gave her sonme subtle hints, in my suggestions to her, that she would get turned on by fantasizing about other guys making her cum.

It was with this background that, after we had been off partying separately for half the night, I came across Mary at a party. Sitting in the lap of a guy who resembled me a little bit, in body type. Who had his arms around my cute little wife, holding her against him almost possessively. The way she was sitting, her pussy was directly on top of whatever unseen bulge he might have in his pants, and when I saw her, before she saw me, I could tell she was very casually rocking her hips, creating a little friction between her crotch and his bulge. I figured he had to be hard under her rump, for her to be doing that.

She introduced him as Jim, someone she met earlier who was from a town about 300 miles from where Mary and I lived. And from a couple of comments he made, he seemed like he was enjoying being “with” my wife, and wanted her to like him. Like, telling me, when I said I was going to go find the smoking suite and have a cigarette, that Mary would probably appreciate it if I didn’t. She wasn’t all that fond of my smoking habit, so this told me that she had told him all about me, and had given him the thought that she wanted to try kissing a guy who didn’t taste like cigarettes. I was intrigued, and wondered if my pretty little wife was planning on going to Jim’s room and getting naked with him, later. I wasn’t sure if she’d fuck him, if that happened, but found I was extremely turned on by the notion.

When Mary and I met up again later that night, it was gettng pretty late and we decided to go back to our room. I asked her what she had gotten up to with Jim, and she said that he had gone off to bed about a half hour ago. There was a wistful look in her eye, so I asked “What, were you hoping to go to bed with him?” Mary said “No,” rather quickly, and added “not really. Besides, he’s sharing a room with a couple he knows, so we wouldn’t have had any privacy anyway.”

Thius sounded interesting, to say the least. So, I asked, “What would you have done if he had a private room all to himself?” Mary hesitated, put an arm around me, and said “I don’t know, maybe what we started doing...”

“What have you been up to, love?” I asked. By this time, we were back at our room, and when we got inside, she told me “We sort of decided that we wanted to go somewhere. Alone. And, um... make out for a while.” Then, with almost a pout, she said “But the couple he’s staying with weere in his room, and I didn’t know when you might come back here, so I didn’t want to bring him here. So, um... we found a quiet spot in a function room no one was using, and made out in the corner for about an hour.”

“Made out? As in...?”

“As in kissing. And a little fondling.”

“Really?” She had my attention now. “And how much fondling can you do in a public space?”

“Um, a fair amount, it turns out,” she said. “He, um... he was feeling me up by the end.”

“In your pants?” I asked.

“No—he was feeling my boobs. Well, OK, we were kissing and he sort of accidentally started to caress my right boob, and when he figured out it was my boob, he stopped. Then I put his hand back on it,” she added with something of a triumphant grin. Which I kissed. Then, before I could kiss her again, she said softly “He’s going to see if we can get his room to ourselves for a few hours tomorrow,” before she deliberately took me to the bed and turned her entire attention to me.

As we kissed, I could see she was still all turned on, and now that I was close, I could definitely smell her pussy lubricating. She never got that wet that soon into out foreplay, and as I kissed and undressed her, I noticed her lips were very soft, and her skin felt soft, as well. That for her is a sure-fire sign of extremely strong asrousal. So, spending an hour making out with Jim, and letting him feel up her tits, had left her with a wet pussy and soft, aroused skin, eh? I could definitely tell that she’d gotten turned on, she was more primed for cock than I think I’d ever seen her before, even with our hypnotically enhanced sex life. It seemed that Jim had really gotten her all worked up, and that I was about to get the intense, urgent fuck he had gotten her ready for. When I got her pants off, she was a sopping mess, her panties completely soaked through, and our lovemaking was very powerful.

After we had sex, I put her in a trance and asked for the details of the tryst. She told me that when they met, she found him attractive, and decided to hang out with him for a while. As her attraction grew, she started initiating contact, brushing up against him, rubbing her hip up against him, things like that. My little imp of a bride decided she wanted to see if she oculd get him to get a hard-on, which is why she sat in his lap—and was rewarded with a nice-sized, hard bulge to surreptitiously rub her pussy against. Then later, after I had seen them, that was when they went out to find a quiet spot to snog, and in the process, she found that the kissing and fondling was giving him an erection again. It made her feel really sexy and turned on, she told me, making this guy she just met gwt hard. For her. When I mentioned she seemed very wet when got undressed to fuck, she admitted that making out with Jim had made her very wet and horny.

I asked her what she wante dto do if he could get his room free for a few hiours tomorrow, and she said she just wanted to kiss and fondle some more, withiout any risk of getting walked in on. She said Jim was a really good kisser, and she wanted to just lie there with him, and kiss and fondle.

On a bed.

In pri9vate, where she could do whatever she wanted to with him.

“Mary,” I asked, “are you planning on fucking Jim, if you get a chance?” Mary said “No, not necessarily. I really just enjoyed the kissing and fondling.” “What do you want to do the most with Jim tomorrow?” “I’d like to see and touch his cock, it felt so nice through our clothes earlier. Maybe I can make him cum. And... he felt so good, I want him to try and make me cum.”

“When we just had sex, were you fantasizing about what it would feel like to have Jim fuck you?”

“Yes.”

I took a deep breath, knowing that, if this worked like I thought it might, I was about to give my wife actual permission to go out tomorrow and get her little pussy pounded by the thick cock of someone she just met that night. Because, she obviously wanted to, enough to try and arrange some private time when they can get down to some serious genital fondling. She might not be committed to fucking the guy, but she was certainly attracted enough to want him to make her cum, be it with his fingers and/or tongue, if not necessarily with his cock.

Now, I was certain that while you couldn’t make a girl do something she didn’t want to through hypnosis, I was fascinated—and turned on—by what post-hypnotic suggestions she might follow, if they were for things she, deep down, really wanted to do. Again, this was now moving into the realm of me giving her permission, and even encouragement, to get her pussy stuffed, and then to give her suggestions that would make her want this guy enough to actually fuck him. Knowing Marty as well as I did, I was pretty sure that, without emncourage,ment, she would end up getting Jim to go down on her, and retirn the favopr, maybe even get entirely naked with him. But she’d probably draw the line at fucking. Unless encouraged.

So, I set out to craft some encouragong suggestions.

I gave the following suggestions out of order, because I wasn’t sure if I just set up suggestions that obviously led to her fucking Jim, sher might resist them because of her Catholic upbringing. I’d run across such resistances before, when doing hypnotized role play, and had hit upon giving suuggestions that dovetailed into each other, but that each one, taken by itself, was reasonable, given the assumptions I set forth. So, set in causal order, the suggestions I gave to my pretty little wife, who had just fucked me while fantasizing about Jim, are as follows:

“Mary,” I said, “I’d likie to suggest that, when you go to meet Jim tomorrow, you’ll have the expectation of doing some kissing and petting. As the time gets closer, you will notice yourself feeling horny, and will fantasize about showing Jim your pussy, and asking him to kiss it, which will make you wet in anticipation.

“I’d like to suggest that, before you leave to go meet with Jim tomorrow for your make-out session, you will make sure you’re wearing a loose peasant blouse, and no bra. That will be as much as you will be consciously aware, going in, that that you will want to encourage roving hands, because you want him to feel you up while you kiss. After all, it would just be a small extension of him feeling you up last night, over your clothes.

“When you start kissing, I’d like to suggest you’ll start getting VERY wet, and you’ll want Jim to touch your nipples. If he hasn’t already started exploring your breasts after a couple of minutes, I’d like to suggest you will place his hands on them, to encourage him to start petting.

“Mary, I’d like to suggest that, once Jim touches your nipples, you’ll be overwhlemed with the desire to give him full acccess to them, so you’ll take off your blouse and tell him that you really love it when someone sucks on your nipples.

“I’d like to suggest that, once you are topless, you’ll tell Jim that since you get topless, he has to, as well,, and so will take his shirt off, and start kissing some more. As you kiss with your shirts off, I suggest you’ll get so turned on feeling his skin against yours that you’ll want Jim to touch your pussy. You’ll take his hand and guide it inside your pants, until he’s stroking your pussy through your panties. Once this happens, I’d like to suggest that you’ll take your pants off, open Jim’s fly, and pull his cock out.

“I’d like to suggest that, if you see and touch Jim’s bare cock, you will get fully naked, telling Jim that if you get naked, he has too, as well.

“I’d like to suggest that, once you’re both naked, you’ll lay with him and stroke his hard cock while he fingers you. I’d like to suggest that Jim’s fingers will feel magical, and will make you cum very hard after just a little fingering.

“I’d like to suggest that, once Jim makes you cum, the idea of getting into a 69 position and exchanging oral sex will sound great, and that you will cum fast and hard, repeatedly, while he licks and nibbles your pussy. If he seems about to cum in your mouth, you’ll get distracted by your own orgasms and stop sucking him before he cums.

“I’d like to suggest that, if Jim makes you cum with his mouth and tongue on your pussy, you will remind him that you’re on the pill, and you will do whatever he wants. You’ll tell him he’s only the second man you’ve ever been naked in bed with, and when you tell him that, the desire to feel his cock enter you, and plow you like a ripe field, will become overwhelming.

“I’d like to suggest that, if Jim’s hard cock enters your pussy, it will cause you to orgasm almost immediately, and that you will cum very hard, every few minutes, while he’s inside of you. You’ll tell him how good he feels inside of you, and how much you want to feel him shoot his cum into you.

“I’d like to suggest that, when you feel Jim shooting his load into you, it will trigger a very intense orgasm in you, and you’ll want to have more orgasms like that with him.

“I’d like to suggest that, once Jim cums, especially if he cums quickly after you both get naked, you will try to use your hands and mouth to get him hard again, so he can fuck you some more. After you start fucking him, you won’t stop fixating on having Jim’s cock inside of you until he makes it obvious he can’t get hard anymore, at which point you’ll start to calm down from being so horny, but still feel amazing, being in bed with this new guy.

“I’d like to suggest that you will find it incredibly hot and sexy to feel Jim’s jizz leak out of you, as you share post-coital kisses.

“I’d like to suggest that every time you feel Jim cum inside of you, and when you feel his cock entering you, you’ll have intense orgasms.

“I’d like to suggest that, when you see me after your session in bed with Jim, you’ll be eager to tell me all about it, including how often you came, if he fucks you, the thoughts that went through your head as he made you cum, entered you, and came inside of you.

“When I awaken you, in a few minutes, I’d like to suggest that, while you won’t recall me making these suggestions, you will act on them. I’d also like to suggest that we will have sex again tonight, and that you will fantasize that it’s Jim’s cock drilling you and cumming inside of you, when we do.

“I’d like to suggest that, when we fuck again tonight, you will fantasize so strongly that you will call out Jim’s name aloud while we fuck, and when you cum, though you won’t be aware that you’re doing so. You’ll think it was just in your fanbtasy.”

When I finished all of these suggestions, I took the final step of sealing them. “Mary,” I said, “do you understand all of these suggestions?” Mary nodded.

“Will you follow these suggestions?”

And she nodded.

She nodded.

So... assuming Jim was a willing participant (if uninformed of all of the reasons why another man’s cute wife wanted to get naked with him), it looked like my pretty little wife was primed and ready to go fuck the living daylights out of a guy she just met, the next afternoon. VERY primed, considering how wet these suggestionjs were obviously making her, even in a trance. I still wasn’t sure she would actually go through with all of it, though I was pretty certain that she was at least gonna have her first serious orgasms with someone other than me.

AFter I woke her up from the trance, she immediately started to work my cock to get me hard again, and shortly she was on top of me, riding my hard shaft for all that she was worth, muttering “God, Jim... oh, God, Jim” until I started spurting my own jizz into her, and she came with a grunting “Oh God, Jim, I’m cumming!” Whether or not she’d enthusiastically cleave upon his cock in real life tomorrow, though, I wasn’t certain.

I couldn’t wait to find out.