The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next day, Mary and I didn’t have morning sex. For one thing, we often did not fuck in the morning; by the time we got cleaned up and ready to fuck, we’d often no longer be in the mood. So, we went, had breakfast, and wandered around the convention for a while, and then went back to our room to hang out while Mary waited for a call from Jim, to let her know that he was able to get the room free. (This was before cell phones, so we had no choice but to stay where we could be contacted.)

Right around 11:30 am, Jim called the room. Mary pounced on the phone like it might want to escape, and lit up (with a blush) as she said “Hi! Uh-huh... You did? Great! How long? All afternoon?” Then ashe gave a glance over to me, before giving Jim an enthusiastic “Wonderful! See you soon!”

I went to the bathroom before Mary headed out, and when I came back, I saw that she had changed into a peasant blouse. And from the fact that her nipples were already poking out a bit, in anticipation of the light petting she was consciously aware she was planning, I could tell that, as suggested, she wasn’t wearing a bra. So far, so good—she had followed the first suggestion dealing directly with preparing to have a sexual encounter with Jim. To the letter, it seemed.

As she headed out the door, I checked to see where her head was at, in regards how far she consciously planned to go with Jim. After all, I had crafted the suggestions such that, when one level of intimacy was achieved, another would become her uppermosst desire, leading her to accept her growing arousal and letting her enjoy it without being frightened by it. This, I felt, would work best if she felt that her arousal was totally spontaneous, and that she was going to do whatever she would do with Jim because he was making her feel horny, nothing more. Which is certainly how it started—I was just leading it a bit further down the path to Pound Town.

“Have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I told her with a smile, as she prepared to head out. Mary answered “That leaves me a lot of leeway, right?” Then she grinned, and said “I’m just expecting to spend an hour or two, kissing. And maybe...”

“A little light petting?” I finished for her. After all, she had admitted to me last night that she had allowed—even encouraged—Jim to feel her up while they were kissing, and she told me that freely, not under trance, so she knew I was OK with it. After all, she’d already easily let him get to second base, totally of her own free will, and she knew I was OK with it.

“Um... yeah!” Mary said brightly. “I mean, it’s not like I’m planning to, I don’t know, get all naked with him, or anything.” But I could see her blush again, at the thought of it. You could tell that she was sort of hoping for some skin-to-skin contact, but wasn’t planning on it. But she added, with an impish grin, to illustrate how she thought this would go, “And, well, pushing my blouse up a little doesn’t qualify as getting naked, anyway. Right?“

“Exactly,” I said, noting that she was already thinking that her main sexual goal was getting Jim to caress her bare breasts and nipples as they kissed. Exactly how I wanted her to enter the date. I added, just to make it clear that getting naked in and of itself wasn’t a bad thing, that “If you really want to, like, take more off than that, it’s OK. It’d be silly to, say, ask for a back and leg rub and then keep your blouse and pants on, after all. Just as long as you always come back to me, you can show as much skin as you want.” Mary blushed, said “I will always come back to you. Promise.” But there was a twinkle in her eye that told me I had subliminally reinforced the message that she could follow her suggestions without worrying about upsetting me. And was now toying with the idea of showing Jim more than just her breasts and nipples, if it seemed right. But, just toying. For now.

I saw my pretty little wife out the door just a bit after noon, as she said she didn’t want me coming with her to meet Jim, as that could seem, well, awkward. She was going on a kissing-and-petting date, after all, she thought it would make Jim feel weird if her husband seemed to be handing her off to be groped. I had no idea at all how long “all afternoon” was, or, if the suggestions all took hold, how long Jim and Mary might be at it, so after she had a chance to find Jim and meet up, I went out and wandered for a bit. Then I went back to our room, and jacked off thinking about how Mary might, even as I was doing it, be cumming on Jim’s cock.

When it got to be around 5pm, with no word from Mary since she went off to meet Jim around noon, I decided I’d call up to his room and see if they were still, um, occupied. I had no idea what his room number was, so I couldn’t go lurk to see if I heard Mary gasping out an orgasm from the hallway. (She can get pretty loud, so it was likely I could have, had I known what room they were in.) I just called the desk and asked to speak to Jim’s room. Jim answered, and handed the phone to Mary. I could tell just by her voice that Mary had one of those half-embarrassed, half-ecstatic grins on her face. I asked if she was having fun, and she said “Oh, yeah...” but the last word sort of morphed into a low moan. If I’d had to guess, I’d say someone was playing with her pussy while she was talking to me.

“You think you’ll be coming back to the room soon?” I asked. She said “Yeah, his roommates will be coming back in an hour or so, we just have to, um... finish up.” Again with a moan and a gasp, a giggle, and a whispered “Stop that, I can’t talk if you do.. unhh, that...” with the phone away from her mouth.

“OK, see you in a while!” I said.

It was still another two hours before Mary came back to the room. She had an expression on her face that was sheepish, triumphant, a little worried, and vastly pleased. All at once.

“So, how did it go? Any clothes come off?”

This seemed to trigger the suggestion that she’d want to tell me all about it, so I began to get a very thorough description of my wife’s date.

“Um, yeah,” she answered. “How many?” I asked. Mary looked a little sheepish again, looked away, looked back at me, and said “Um...” and with a smile, “...all of them.”

“Ooh, you got naked with Jim, eh? Did he get naked too?”

Mary, less sheepish as she got into the telling of it, said “Oh, yeah, we weren’t kissing for more than 10 minutes before the clothes started to come off.”

“So, what happened?”

“Well, we got to the room, and almost immediately started to kiss on the bed. He noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra, when he started to feel me up, so I told him I did that for him, so he could feel my nipples. And so I could feel him touching them.”

“Did that feel good?"”

“Oh, God, yes! I started to get all wet, and then I felt him start to grind his bulge into my hip, sort of without thinking about it.”

“Did you encourage it”

“Yeah, I started grinding my hip back into him. It felt like a nice, firm bulge, what I felt last night when I was sitting on his lap...”

“Is that why you went off to make out with him? You made him hard?”

Mary giggled, and said “Yeah, some. He’s also a really good kisser, that was a lot of why I wanted to meet up again today.”

“So, he’s feeling you up through your shirt and grinding his boner into your hip. What happened next?”

“Well, he seemed like he wasn’t sure about going under my shirt, so I broke the kiss and took it off.”

“I bet he liked the view!”

“He did say my breasts were gorgeous. When he started to play with my nipples and squeeze my boobs, I got his shirt off. We laid topless like that, kissing and fondling, for a few minutes, until he started stroking me, um, down there, through my pants. Well, okay, he didn’t start stroking me, I put his hand down there and rubbed it over my crotch a couple of times to give him the idea. By now, I guessed that this was going to go farther than second base, so when I decided I wanted to feel his fingers on my pussy better, my pants came off, and I got his off, too. Funny, we were naked except for my panties and his shorts, and we stayed like that for a while while we kissed, and touched each other through our underwear. I think we stayed like that for a little while because we knew what would happen when they came off—not if, but when—and we were sort of getting used to the idea. But now that I had him touching my pussy, um... I knew he was going to make me cum, one way or another. Maybe every which way, I wasn’t sure yet. But from the moment he touched me down there, i had an idea where this was headed.

“Jim got inside my panties then, and his fingers were finally touching me inside when I got his cock out of his shorts. And, um... I need to say, um... he’s bigger than you. A little thicker, and maybe two or three inches longer.” I have a pretty standard-issue six-incher, so this meant Mary was facing a fairly thick 8 to 9 inch cock. I guess I knew this was a possibility, but it hadn’t really occurred to me. Had my cute wife been not just been fucked, but fucked by a BWC? But she was continuing her story...

“Before I really knew what was happening, the underwear came off and got got tossed across the room, and we were totally naked. I wanted to taste him, so I moved around and kissed him on the head of his cock. I had barely started working my mouth up and down it when he pulled me on top of him, and we got into a sixty-nine. He licked me while I sucked on him.”

“Did you both cum?”

“Um... I did. Twice. After the first time, I was too distracted to do much serious sucking. So he turned me onto my back, and I opened my legs to give hin access to my pussy. He just kept at it, and it was only another minute or two before I was cumming again.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well... promise you won’t be upset, but... I was on my back the second time I came, with him down between my legs. After I came, he slid up me slowly, licking and kissing my belly, then my boobs and nipples, then my neck and lips... and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me, up against my thigh, and settling in right where it was pressing against my pussy lips. I spread my legs apart and wrapped them around him, and he slid the bottom of his cock across my pussy lips, like you and I used to do before we started fucking. He didn’t make a move to put it in, just kept rubbing it on me, until I was about to cum just from that.

“Then he surprised me by taking the lead for the first time. I had been having to make the moves thus far, though his slow kissing up my naked body wasn’t anything I was asking him to do, that was his idea. And it really, um, sealed the deal. I want to tell you, by the time I felt the head of his cock touch my pussy, I was ready. I’d, um... already decided this was going to happen, and I was so ready to feel him inside me, that I was suprised when he didn’t just reach down and put it in. I was offering no resistance. But, instead of just putting it in, I heard him whisper into my ear, ‘Mary... I really want to fuck you.’”

“At least he knew what he wanted!” I told her. “What did you say?”

Mary blushed deeply, gave me a what-was-I-gonna-say sort of shrug, and said “I asked him to say that again, for some stupid reason. I guess I wanted to make sure I heard it right, and it wasn’t just my fantasy in my head talking. So, he repeated, a little more forcefully, ‘Mary, I really want to fuck you.’ So, to ease his mind, and because at that point I was so committed to it that I would have gotten REALLY pissed if he had stopped, I whispered back, ‘So, go ahead and fuck me.’“

“And...?”

“And, um... he did. We did. I tilted my pelvis up a bit and he just slid on in. He entered me slowly, and bottomed out all the way into my cervix. I’d never felt that filled up before.“

“Did he cum right away?”

“Um, no... see, I should tell you, Jim is our age. But, um... he is... er, was... a virgin. Until about five hours ago. He told me that just before we lost the underwear.“

“Really? You took his virginity?”

“Uh-huh. And for some reason, the fact that he’d never, um, done it before, even though he REALLY wanted to right then, meant he, um... he had a hard time climaxing.”

“And that means...?”

“Um, it means that he was inside of me a good two hours or more before he could cum.”

“He fucked you for two solid hours?!”

“Well, no... not solid. We took a couple of breaks.”

“You had to catch your breath?”

“Um, yeah... sort of. See, that first time, when he was on top, it only took like a couple of minutes of him thrusting inside of me before I started to cum. It surprised me, but by then, I wasn’t thinking, I was juist feeling his huge... um, his dick thrusting. And once I started, I just... kept... cumming.”

I could see that I had maybe laid on the suggestions about being very sensitive and cumming quiakly and easily a bit thick, and it seemed to have been multiplied by the fact that Mary had really gotten into it, and who knows, might have fucked Jim’s brains out without any suggestiuons at all from me. “So, you stopped to catch your breath. How long after you started fucking again did take for the orgasms to hit?”

With a sheepish grin, she said “Only a few minutes. I was so excited about doing it with someone new, I couldn’t come down from one before the next built up... I think he was getting real kick out of how fast he could make me cum, and how hard. He asked, after I groaned to another climax but while he was still fucking me, ‘Do you always go off like this?’ and I told him ‘No, not all the time. You’re just... so... damned... good at it!’ And I came again.”

“Wow! All of that with him on top of you?”

“Oh, no. After I came with him on top, I got on top and we went at it like that for a while. It wasn’t as good as him on top, he was smashing so hard into my cervix in that position that it was starting to get uncomfortable. I still came twice riding him, but only by stopping myself from slamming down hard on him. It was hard to get a good rhythm going.”

“What else did you try?”

“After I took that first a little break, I got up on my hands and knees and, um, he... took me... from behind.”

“He put it in your ass?” I said, surprised. That was not a kink my pretty wife was into, I knew. She liked a finger in her ass sometimes, when she was getting fucked doggy-style, but that was about it.

“Um, no... I mean doggy style. That seemed like a better position, we weren’t sliding away from each other as we tried to thrust.”

“Get into a better rhythm with him tapping it from behind?”

“Oh, my God, yes.... In that position, he wasn’t slamming into my cervix, he was just pumping all the way in on every stroke. It didn’t take long before I started cumming again, and since it wasn’t poking me, I didn’t get distracted by that. So, I was cumming over and over, I could barely breathe... and then, um...”

“Yes?”

“I, um... I asked him to put a finger in my butt while he was doing me from behind, since I was so lubricated that it was already lubed up enough for a finger. And, um... that really sent me over the top. I came so hard that I...”—again a sheepish grin—“I passed out for a minute.”

Wow—Mary had had some really strong orgasms with me, but I had never managed to last long enough to get her cumming continuously, such that she’d pass out. But Jim had managed it, albeit with some help from my suggestions to Mary that, if she ended up fucking Jim, she’d cum early and often.

“He still hadn’t cum, huh?” I said.

“Huh-uh... and he was still rock-hard. I mean, the next thing I knew, after I collapsed onto my front and passed out, he had flipped me over onto my back, and his cock was entering me again. I opened my legs up wide, and he just started fucking me again. I was so stretched that he wasn’t poking anymore, just drilling me like crazy. It felt incredible. After that, I had to take a few breaks, because he stayed hard... and, um, I think he was starting to enjoy his new-found ability to fuck me to orgasm over and over.

“After a while, he was on top and had my legs pushed way back behind his arms, my knees were nearly hitting my ears, and I was getting to where I was cumming every minute or so again, when I could feel his cock get really, really hard. I grunted something like “How can you be gettng even bigger and harder? Oh my GOD!” though it came out more ragged than that, in like one-word gasps. Then I realized he was picking up the pace and pounding me so hard I think my thighs are bruised. That’s when he erupted. I could feel the first spurts shoot into me so deep, I almost felt like I could taste them! And that pushed me over into another orgasm that almost made me pass out again.”

“Wow! Well, at least you got to feel him cum inside of you once.”

“Um... yeah, um... That was just the first time. See, after he came, we snuggled for a while, and he was playing with my pussy, getting me going again. I told him I had decided I wanted to see and feel his cock last night, when I was sitting on his lap, because I could feel him get hard from me sitting on him, and that got me interested. And wet. I even admitted that I went off to go snogging with him last night in hopes of seeing and feeling more of it. Jim said ‘I hope I didn’t disappoint,’ and I said ‘If you had, we wouldn’t be lying here naked, with your stuff oozing out of me!’ And then I kissed him again.

“So, anyway, we’re lying there, he’s starting to get semi-hard again, and, um, I’m encouraging it with my hand and my mouth, and of course he starts diddling me with his fngers again while I’m licking our combined juices off of his cock... and then you called.”

“I thought it sounded like you were having a hard time catching your breath, when we talked.”

“Yeah, that was because he started to finger me! With intent! I had to end our call, or else you were gonna hear him make me cum with his fingers!”

“Did he?”

Another pretty blush—“Um, yeah... by that time, I don’t know, maybe it was because I had just talked with you, he, um, wanted my attention back. And he sure got it!”

“And so you...”

“Yeah, he was standing at full attention again, so he laid on his side behind me, spooning me, and took me from behind that way. Our thighs were both sore enough that we liked not having to support ourselves, just lie there and fuck. We talked while he slowly worked his cock in and out. He told me about being nervous, fucking for the first time, and he didn’t know if he could cum again. But after maybe 20 minutes of that slow, lazy fucking that felt incredible, I felt him picking up the pace again, and before I knew it, I was cumming again, and then he was shooting another load inside of me.”

“I know you like that feeling.”

“Oh, God, yes. Anyway... um, when I felt him get super-hard again, and his cum started to pour inside of me, this huge orgasm snuck up on me, and I came like crazy just from feeling his hot cum filling me up. When I could talk again, I told him ‘That’s twice, now, that we’ve cum at the same time,’ and he said ‘Is that rare?’ I said ‘Yeah, it is, but I’m not complaining.’”

“Was that it, then?”

“Yeah... we kissed and cuddled some more, and when he started to get hard AGAIN, I, um, said that while I was going to be sore, I was up for Round Three, if he was. And if he didn’t have roommates here, we might still be doing Round Three—or maybe Four, or Five—right now. But he noticed the time and said no, we had to get dresseed because the people he was sharing the room with would be back soon. But, um... he asked what would be the next convention I was planning to attend. I told him, and we made, um, plans to, um... spend some time together then.”

“Spend some quality time with his cock inside of you?” I asked with a smile.

Mary gave me another sheepish look, and said “Um, yeah. Look, I love you, and I won’t ever want to stop making love with you. But...” and then she almost told me, rather than asked, “Jim and I are really good together in the sack, and we’re going to keep doing it. I, um, I told him that I wanted him inside of me every chance I get.”

Not only did other chances come, they made other chances as well, and for several years Mary and Jim fucked like bunnies whenever they were in the same place. And she always wanted to describe it in detail to me.

So, that’s how my pretty young wife, who had only ever had sex with me, came back from her first extramarital date, having followed all of my suggestions, and gotten the living shit fucked out of her. And while she may have been a little sheepish after the fact, she did return With an enormous smile on her face.

Now that I had discovered how much I enjoyed hearing Mary describe her getting fucked until she passed out, I went about reclaiming her pussy as my own (but gently, it had been rode hard and put up wet), and thought on how we could proceed from here. Now that I knew she would definitely follow my suggestions, and let guys fuck her brains out if she was attracted to them, I began to wonder what else she might be persuaded to do.

This would lead to several threesomes, and her satisfying my voyeuristic desires by bringing a new guy in to fuck while I was in hiding in the closet, watching and listening. But those times are for other stories. As for this story, all I will say is that, if you can hypnotize your wife, and when you find her snogging another guy in public and you want to see just how far she’ll take it, be prepared for the likelihood that your suggestions will be followed closely, and you’ll send her off to get get the living daylights fucked out of her. So, unless you enjoy voyeurism and getting your spouse to cuck you, like I did, be careful. Because you CAN get a girl to fuck using hypnosis—if she wants to in the first place.