The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As Jim rode the elevator back up to the penthouse, he briefly considered just telling them he was done, right now. He knew he could do it. Now that he had found that self control, he knew he really could stop all of this. What would happen? Well, for one, Dr. Chun probably wouldn’t study him today. He had promised to cooperate in exchange for that. He really wanted answers, and he had done almost all of his part in that deal already. He just had to cooperate until lunchtime.

What else would happen? Of course, Leizu might go through with her implied threat, but now that was a threat to tell his wife what he was trying to tell her anyway. What difference did that make? Maybe a huge difference, he realized. It needed to come from him, along with a firm commitment that it was over. That promise would have a lot less credibility if it came only after he was caught.

Or maybe Leizu was bluffing and wouldn’t even tell his wife. No, she’d do it, he realized. It made strategic sense for her to intentionally wreck his marriage if he stopped cooperating. Sure, he’d be angry at them but he’d be single, and lonely. They’d have him right where they wanted him. It might be their best strategic move, actually, even if he kept his end of the deal. Get all they could from him this week, then blow up his marriage so he’d be free to be with others, even if he was too mad at them to come back to them.

No, he wouldn’t let it come to that. For once he’d be a move ahead of Leizu. He would be the one to tell Catherine first. Tomorrow morning, that was when he could tell her, and then end it. One more day. One more wild fucking day of this heavenly nightmare.

He really had been about to promise to stop, just now during their call. That was where his confession would naturally have led, even though he hadn’t decided it ahead of time. Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that Fei Fei’s people had picked a time for their dinner with his wife that left so little time for his call with her. They knew what time that call was. They had pictures of his planner, where his wife had written “Call Cat” every day with a heart around it. They’d know he’d want to have enough time for that conversation, and they wouldn’t want him to have that conversation yet. He wouldn’t put that kind of forethought past them. They were always two moves ahead.

And maybe his internet difficulties weren’t a coincidence either. The hotel internet had been flawless this whole visit except those crucial few minutes. That might be a bit of a paranoid thought, but it wasn’t unrealistic. Fei Fei seemed like the kind of person who could arrange something like that. She was a powerful player in Beijing, specializing in media and tech. He decided to ask his IT friend at work how to make a secure call home.

He had to step around a luggage cart full of groceries at the penthouse door. As he entered, he saw Soomin having breakfast at the counter, next to Leizu and the two new Japanese flight attendants. Leizu waved, her mouth full of food. Soomin gasped and stared at him, almost like she was meeting him for the first time. He felt that way too, that rush of desire, memories of last night with her flooding his mind. He couldn’t wait to touch her more. He still couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed his touch.

Then he saw there were two new faces in the kitchen, their arms full of groceries. In quick succession their eyes met his and they gasped and stared, their lively sparkling eyes going wide. He smiled, admiring their sweet lovely faces and imagining what was under those clothes. What fun it would be to unwrap these two new presents. He knew they had to have extremely sexy slender bodies hidden under those casual comfortable clothes. They almost had to, to match those faces, and anyway they wouldn’t have been invited here if they didn’t.

They put down their groceries and shook his hand, introducing themselves as Xiaohui and Nuying. They were two of Susu’s friends, here to help with cooking for the day. Both were aspiring chefs who had gone to the same culinary school as Yuming, Susu and Chun-Hua. They hadn’t known each other well and had never cooked together, being a couple years apart in the program, but Susu had remembered them for their beauty, looked them up online last night, and gone to talk to them in person at their restaurants, both in the same neighborhood, catching them right before closing time. With Chun-Hua gone, and with what might be an even bigger crowd expected all day and especially tonight, she needed all the help she could get.

Jim held on to each of their hands for a few extra seconds, just savoring the tension, the thrill of it, the knowledge that he would have them, and the beautiful signs of them realizing that too. They were panting with it already.

“Please, don’t let me interrupt,” he said, smiling. “We’ll get to know each other later.” They reluctantly turned and got back to work in the kitchen.

Those paranoid thoughts still swirled in his head as he glanced at Leizu and at Susu. “Where’s Chun-Hua?” he asked, trying to sound casual, watching Leizu carefully. Nothing, just a shrug.

Susu answered, “She left town early this morning on Fei Fei’s orders. So did most of the models, and a few others. I guess maybe she’s in Beijing with them.”

Still not the slightest glimmer of interest in the conversation from Leizu. He caught her eye, waited for her to swallow her bite of food, and asked her directly, “Do you know where Chun-Hua is going?”

“No, why? Miss her food? If so, looks like you’ll just have to visit us again someday,” she added teasingly. Not a hint of deviousness in those eyes. She didn’t know. She was clever, quick, but not a poker player, not an actress. She was too proud of her intelligence, took too much pleasure in outmaneuvering him. He’d seen those eyes flash enough to feel like he’d know if she was enjoying hiding some scheme from him. No, she really didn’t know. Leizu wasn’t involved in whatever Chun-Hua was up to. That was a relief. Suddenly things seemed less sinister.

He needed to shower and get dressed for work, but first he couldn’t resist stopping behind Soomin and giving her a brief backrub. He gave her light caresses up her back through her soft loose shirt, making her close her eyes and shiver sexily. What fun. He couldn’t keep his hands off this girl. He trailed his fingers upward toward the back of her neck, circling there along the neckline, then slid his fingers under her shirt to slowly caress the bare skin of her back, down to her bra strap. That skin, he just fucking loved touching Soomin’s skin. Silky smooth, taught, stretched over that slender frame and those toned muscles, and just so wildly responsive. He felt like he knew every inch of her by heart now. Or did he? He didn’t remember that mole just below her hairline. Her hair smelled different too. Must have used the hotel shampoo, he thought.

She was panting and squirming, gripping her chair tightly, her eyes screwed shut. The four new girls in the room were all staring, mouths open. He gave them a quick smile and returned his attention to Soomin. His fingernails trailed lightly up her neck, both hands scratching their way deep into her hair then holding her head as she shivered and moaned. What a thrill it was to touch her. She could even come from touch like this, on almost any part of her body, as he knew well from last night. Speaking of, he could tell she was getting close already. Oh my god, what a treasure. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I can’t wait to play with you more.” Then he did it, what he knew would send her over the edge. He kissed her neck, gently, softly, producing a high gasping moan announcing she was right at the brink, then flicked and swirled his tongue on her neck and she came beautifully, crying out with pleasure, gripping the chair tightly and squirming against it, then finally collapsing forward onto the counter, panting and shaking.

The looks from the four new girls were priceless. The tension, the stunned excitement, the wonder, the abject lust.

“Did she?” asked Nuying, trailing off.

“How did he?” asked Emi, eyes wide with wonder.

“Oh. My. God,” added Asami.

Leizu giggled. “Jim has, shall we say, some talents. Talents we are happy to share.”

Nuying gave a low groan, staring at Jim. They were all staring at him, mouths agape, bodies tense and squirming with lust. He could feel the room teetering on the brink. He knew with any sign from him they’d all rip off their clothes and take him right there.

Leizu spoke up first, “But right now he needs to get ready for work. We don’t want him to be late for that important 8:30 meeting with his boss.”

He nodded, giving them all a last hungry smile before turning to head up the stairs. He played along with what she said about a meeting with his boss, grateful for the made-up excuse.

As he got in the shower, he saw them enter the bathroom, the two remaining dancers from the afterparty. Still nude. Their hair a mess. Fucking gorgeous, both of them. Sexy lithe slender hourglass bodies. They were staring at him pleadingly. No words were necessary. Still, none of them had spoken so much as a word to each other, as if afraid to break a spell. He knew that their heads were also filled with the same unbelievably sexy memories from last night, visions of silhouetted bodies moving so sensuously to the music against the city skyline, so many massive orgasms in every possible position. There was no hiding his own arousal, his cock still iron hard from the sexual tension downstairs, throbbing as if in time to the dance beats that came with those memories.

He held out his hands to them and they rushed to join him. They soaped each other and the passion went right off the charts, slippery bodies entangling and grinding, the lack of friction seeming to make that feedback loop of their responsiveness accelerate even faster. That was fine with him. There was no reason to go slow. He had already blown all the dancers’ minds last night, making them all come so many times, including these two. He had fucked them in every position already, he just didn’t come in them because they weren’t yet fertile enough. Now he was going to finish the job, and do it fast.

He pushed the taller one back against the wall, his cock between her legs as he passionately kissed her and she squirmed against him, her hips bucking wildly, blindly seeking him. He grabbed her tight perky ass and slid her up the wall, holding her there while her hand reached down and found him, lining him up, then he let go and she slid back down until he was buried deep inside her. Heavenly slippery thrusting, urgent, fast, deep, their movements so wild that their passionate kisses rarely connected on each others lips, instead ending up all over each other’s faces and necks.

He was going to come fast, and he let her know with his eyes and with urgent primal grunts. She seemed to understand, and she fucking loved it, going even wilder, her hips pressing out to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping his face tightly, watching him so intently, so gleefully as she saw and felt the signs of his impending orgasm. With a final grunt he plunged deep into her fertile body, pressing her hard against the wall, his tip right up against her cervix, and he erupted. She felt it and gasped, surprised and thrilled that he had decided to come, unlike all the other times last night when he had tortured her by holding back his sperm over and over again through the best four orgasms of her life. He thrust a few more times as he came, pressing her hard against the wall, just soaking in the slippery delight of it all as his seed seeped into this gorgeous stranger’s womb, still never having said a single word to each other.

He was in a hurry to get to work, but he realized it wouldn’t take long to make her come. He’d do it with his hand though. The other dancer had his attention now, right next to them, her hands on the wall, legs apart, back arched, grinding her incredibly sexy ass around in circles in the air. He wanted to knock her up too, right now. He pulled out before the taller dancer could come, replacing his cock with a finger deep in her pussy and using it to pull her along with him while he stepped behind the other one, then went to work on her clit with his fingers as he got into position.

He used his free hand to line himself up, then pushed deep inside the shorter dancer in one stroke. She cried out, again shocked at how much pleasure his penetration delivered, as though the miraculous sex they’d had last night felt like it must have been a dream. He reached around with his free hand to work her clit. He’d see how fast he could make them both come. And himself. Their clits wanted different motion, different speed, different pressure, but somehow he managed to focus on both at once, while also doing what he knew would make himself come the fastest: thinking of how fertile she was, and how soon she’d be making his baby.

He sped up, thrusting harder, the sensations incredible, the fire building in all three of them, not caring if their cries of pleasure or those loud wet slapping sounds were audible downstairs. Then the taller dancer grabbed and turned his head to look at her joy-filled face. She was pregnant, and about to come on his fingers. He didn’t even know her name. This gorgeous, wild, sensuous creature was bearing his child. Joy, bliss, utter happiness welling up, along with his seed, his cock swelling, preparing to knock the shorter dancer up as he shared that beautiful moment with the taller one, her expression so intense, so beautifully conveying the incredible combination of her impending orgasm and that profound joy.

Then she gasped as her pleasure peaked, and seconds later he joined her, erupting deep inside the other dancer, which in turn triggered her own orgasm, spasming and shaking as he continued to thrust, slowing down, savoring a few last strokes, then lifting her up to stand, his cock still pulsing deep inside her, and turning her head so he could gaze at her too, see it happen to her too. Seconds later her eyes went wide and they both knew she was pregnant too. Again, that crazy impossible feeling of already maxed-out joy doubling, impossible over-the-top bliss, still weirdly feeling he couldn’t kiss them, not knowing their names, but sharing such tender caresses and hugs as their happy tears were quickly washed away by the shower.

As they came down, he glanced out of the shower and realized their cries must have in fact been heard. Four women had come. Soomin was stepping into the shower, nude, her hair now down and strangely wild like she had just gotten out of bed, a very determined look on her face. And behind her, he could see Emi and Asami’s faces in the mirror staring at him as they leaned over the counter, their skirts hiked up, panties pulled down to mid thigh, their hungry sodden pussies pointed right at him. Chenguang was kneeling behind Emi, licking her pussy, with her hand reaching over to stroke Asami’s pussy. Getting them ready for him. Ready to come so hard that he’d feel fine about doing them quickly.

“I do need to get to work soon,” he protested feebly, knowing it wasn’t a very convincing point given how fast he had just knocked up the two dancers.

“This is the only time these two are in town this week, unless you want them to cancel at the last minute and risk getting fired,” Chenguang said. “And as for Soomin, well, just look at her! Haven’t you tortured her enough? Knock that poor girl up already!”

It was a fair point. Dozens of orgasms. Passing out twice from the pleasure. But he was so addicted to pleasuring her, he still couldn’t bear the thought of being done with her.

Soomin was climbing him already, the two dancers grabbing her under her knees to help support her light slender body, helping slide her up his body and into position. Soomin had his cock in her hands and in seconds he was sliding again into that wonderful pussy, delighting in the intense pleasure it gave him, and even more so in the pleasure it caused her. She wrapped her slender limbs around him, clinging tight, thrusting her hips onto him wildly, urgently, chanting, “knock me up” over and over again, her eyes burning with fierce intensity, commanding him, imploring him to finally let go, finally give her what she so desperately craved. He brought a hand to her clit and another to her breast, grateful for the dancers’ help in supporting her weight.

“Come for me, angel. Come so hard for me.” He needed to see it, at least one more time. He just fucking loved watching her come.

“Together?” she pleaded, desperate, and close to the edge.

“Not yet. Soon.”

A wail of frustration, transitioning quickly to pleasure as her orgasm peaked. It was beautiful, so wild, so intense, and so fucking contagiously sexy. It brought him right to the brink, but he held on somehow as she squirmed and writhed out her pleasure on him. He carried her trembling body out of the shower, still deep inside her, and set her down on the counter between Emi and Asami.

“Emi’s close,” Chenguang reported, scooting out of his way, going around behind him and then diving right into Asami’s pussy, tonguing her mercilessly while also reaching up to play with Soomin.

He stepped behind Emi, locking eyes with her in the mirror as he lodged his tip in her entrance. “I am too,” he said, pushing in that wonderful first couple inches. She gave a high strangled moan. Chenguang had done her job amazingly well again, putting her right on the brink of a massive orgasm for him. He paused, savoring the moment. “Here comes my baby!” he said, knowing this would send her flying, and pushed deep inside her.

She went off like a rocket, crying out with each wave of pleasure, as he thrust over and over into her pussy, holding back his own orgasm a little longer just to savor the wonderful sight and sound and feeling of it all as this gorgeous flight attendant came so hard on his cock, still in her uniform top, her hair and makeup still perfect, a vision out of his fantasy from the waist up, and even better than he’d ever dared to fantasize from the waist down, tiny waist and a gorgeous ass spread open for him as he pounded into her sweet pink fertile pussy. That wonderful feeling of conquest, a fantasy come true, incredible sensations from every thrust as she clenched on his cock and he used all his control to hold himself right at the peak, and on top of all that the double joy was still with him from knocking up the two dancers, plus the incredible vicarious pleasure from making Soomin come. He was a fucking sex god, and he loved it. He let fly, coming so fucking hard in her. A wild joyful roar escaped his lips as he came and came, pumping his seed into her fertile womb, just absolutely loving it, just drowning in the incredible pleasure and satisfaction of it.

“Asami’s close,” Chenguang reported. Not that he needed her to tell him, the girl was doing a pretty good job communicating that with her rising moans.

He pulled out and rushed to get behind her before this epic orgasm was finished. Chenguang scrambled out of the way, burying her face in Soomin’s crotch and stroking her all over with her hands.

He pushed deep into Asami in one thrust and they were instantly coming together, her pussy clenching on him so tight, her high moans replaced with cries of “Ah! Ah!” over and over as she felt him deliver the seed she craved right where she needed it most, deep in the hyper-fertile womb of this living fantasy, this gorgeous flight attendant he had just met. Two conquests so close together, both of whom would now be knocked up by the same orgasm. He savored a few more deep thrusts in her as they slowly came down together.

Then he looked over at Soomin. Arching her back, muscles tense, gasping. Chenguang had her close again. And looking so pleadingly at him. So desperate for his seed. “Please, Jim, please give it to me.”

“Oh fuck, Soomin, sweetheart,” he said, feeling for her, quickly pulling out of Asami and moving back between her legs, Chenguang again scrambling out of the way. “I just, ah!” he paused his sentence, distracted by his own thrust back into that precious, perfect, impossibly sensitive little pink pussy. “I just love this too much,” he continued, his fingers caressing her body lightly all over as he began to slowly thrust in her. She shivered and stretched so sexily in response to this, as if to prove his point. “How can I give this up, just be done with this?” Shit, he was already getting close again, as was she.

“You won’t be done!” she whined. “You already have my… my twin sister!”

“What?” Suddenly he realized the girl downstairs hadn’t been Soomin. All the clues he missed at first came back to him now: the mole on her neck, her nail color, the different shampoo smell, and the gasp at first eye contact. Oh my god, the way he had introduced himself to her. Not even a word. Thinking she was Soomin, he had just stepped up behind her and started caressing her. And made her come.

The thought of another Soomin was like a bolt of lightning, utterly shattering his control. He froze, deep inside of Soomin’s tightly clenching pussy, so close to those two fertile eggs he knew were so hungry for his seed, his cock swelling, preparing to erupt. It was too late. There was no stopping his orgasm now.

“Oh my god I feel it. Are you going to? Oh, yes!” He did. He let fly, finally releasing inside of that precious angel, spasming and spurting and moving with her as she came too, her whole body shaking, her pussy squeezing him so tightly, her sexy voice alternating between gasping moans and giggles and cries of “Yes!” and “Thank you!”

He kissed her tenderly, caressing her, thanking her right back, telling her he’d never forget her, that she was the most amazing special girl, just babbling compliments, unable to find the words to express how mind-blowing their time together had been, how addicted he was to touching her, how beautiful she was, and how insanely lucky he felt to have been her first, to have even met her. And that was before the certainty and joy hit. When it did, it was almost simultaneous with the three of them. Emi and Asami were bearing his babies; Soomin of course his twins. He couldn’t even speak from the joy, gazing through the tears into each other’s souls, his happiness just pouring out his eyes, running down his cheeks. Hugging and caressing each other, laughing happily, an impossibly beautiful moment of shared perfect bliss.

His stylist Daiyu was there to help him dress, beaming, her own eyes brimming with happy tears from their contagious joy. She had him quickly shower again first, then dried him and got him ready for work.

Downstairs, blushing at the knowing looks and giggles of the small crowd at the breakfast bar, he shook hands with Soomin’s twin sister Sooyoung, apologizing for not introducing himself properly earlier.

“It’s ok,” she said, laughing, not letting go of his hand. “It happens all the time. I mean, people mistaking us for each other,” she said, laughing again. “Not what you did to me. Nothing like that has ever happened. Oh my god, what did you do to me?”

He shrugged, smiling, then said, “Was it something like… this?” He brought his other hand up and held her hand in both of his, only slightly caressing her hand while they gazed into each other’s eyes. He soaked it in, loving it, all that delicious tension and anticipation, the gasps of excitement from the others, watching raptly, and above all Sooyoung’s wonderfully sexy responses to his slightest touch as he began to move his hand over hers, caressing slowly up her wrist. The anticipation was just exponentially sexier because he already knew how mind-blowing their sex would be.

“I still mean what I said. I can’t wait to play with you more. So, so much more.” She gasped and squirmed in her chair, her eyes closing involuntarily at his words and at the feeling of his fingertips slowly teasing their way up her lovely slender forearm. She had goosebumps, and he realized he did too, his body shivering with the thought of what he knew was to come. What a miracle, what a dream come true, to get to relive everything he had done to Soomin. And more. He’d play with Sooyoung even longer, even slower. There was no hurry whatsoever. She wasn’t even fertile, and unlike all the others when he met them, he somehow felt like her body wasn’t even in a hurry to become fertile soon for him. He felt certain that like her twin sister, she would make him twins. But it was like her body somehow knew he wanted a lot more time to play with her, knew there was no need to rush to get ready, so it was waiting patiently for him.

Just then the door opened and Huifen, Anna, and eleven tall slender graceful beauties entered. Elite professional dancers. They had to be. Bodies like Huifen, and more importantly they moved like her. Like the nightclub dancers who had blown his mind last night, but the professional-strength, elite athlete version. Impossibly flexible, perfectly balanced, poised, their bodies capable of extreme contortions and complex fluid movements, all with infinite grace and control. And fucking gorgeous, all of them. They all had their arms full of supplies: firm pillows of every shape and size, bean bags, two trampolines, several large speakers, a disco ball, stage lights, a smoke machine, and several large duffel bags overflowing with straps, wires, thick bungee cords, and harnesses.

One by one they gasped and went wide-eyed as they saw him. Huifen introduced them, three Russian, one Japanese, one Korean, one French, and five Chinese. For once Jim didn’t catch any names, not a single one. He was reeling with it, his head spinning, filled with the thought of what this crowd was here for, wild visions filling his mind of what Anna might be planning with all those crazy props. Some kind of aerial dance show seemed like a part of it for sure, with those harnesses, bungees, wires, and trampolines. There would be literal flying fucks. Huifen and Anna hadn’t been exaggerating: they were planning to blow his mind, using all their amazing talents and all of Anna’s insane creativity. Even without the props, the thought of it boggled his mind: eleven women who could move like Huifen, with Anna there to choreograph and train them on how best to fuck his brains out. What a gift. What a fucking incredible gift.

“I’m so glad we made it in time,” Anna said, a little out of breath, putting down her two large duffel bags and hugging him. “I wanted to make sure they met you so they’d understand, before we started rehearsal.”

He was speechless, but his eyes said it all. He picked Anna up and kissed her, spinning her around, then did the same to Huifen.

“See you tonight!” Anna said, a huge excited grin on her face. She picked her bags back up and led the group in to get started.

Susu gave him a smoothie to go. He tried a sip and smiled, thanking her. Quiao’s recipe again, of course.

Mei was waiting at the door for him to whisk him off to work. She was looking adorable with cat ears on top of her head. They said goodbye, then as they waited for the elevator she put a lanyard around his neck. He looked down and read it. It said, “Cat and Mouse Cosplay Championship, College Division. Noncombatant VIP entry.”

“What’s this?” he asked.

Smiling a little shyly, she said, “It’s something kind of nerdy that I’m into. I was already planning to go to it with friends. But coincidentally it’s in a hotel near here with a helipad on the roof, so you’re being picked up there. I thought you might like to at least see it while walking through on your way to work, and it’s only a few extra blocks. I’m still eligible this year for the last time, since I graduated within the last year. I’ll miss it. They have an adult division, but it’s small and sad. Why do people think you have to stop being cute and silly when you grow up?”

She looked a bit embarrassed, maybe worried he wouldn’t like the idea, or that he’d think she was childish for liking it.

“Mei, I seriously can’t wait to see it. It sounds awesome. Don’t ever stop being cute and silly. You look so freaking adorable in those ears.”

“Aw, thanks!” she said, grinning and cuddling close to him as they rode the elevator, seeming almost to purr as she looked up at him, batting her eyelashes, her hands up below her chin with wrists bent down like paws. “Do you like adorable?”

He laughed, nodding vigorously. “Hell yeah. You know I do. Isn’t that on your list of things I like?”

“No, but it should be! Well then, you sir are in for a treat. This is pretty much the olympics of adorableness.”

She pulled him out of the elevator and out to the street, bouncing along eagerly, almost skipping. Wow, Mei just brightened up everything. So lively, so full of joy. What a treasure she was. That baby he had put in her womb was so lucky; it would have Mei around, just making everything sparkle. Suddenly it was true what he’d told her. He really couldn’t wait to see her cosplay convention or cuteness olympics or animal-themed LARP or whatever it was. Maybe there were other girls somehow like Mei there, with at least some of that same energy, that adorable lively happy spark.

They rounded a corner and he saw three young professional women walking toward them. He didn’t avoid eye contact. He was feeling good, looking forward to the day, and he was sick of hiding. His eyes quickly scanned their pretty faces and slender figures, and he knew he could have them. That itself was a thrill. But he didn’t need them. Pretty, not gorgeous faces. Lovely bodies, but two of them had hips a bit too narrow and the other’s breasts were a bit too big, all very sexy but just not quite his ideal type. Nothing happened. They walked on by. Mei glanced at him in surprise, looking back at them. He looked back too, appreciating their asses, then turned back to Mei with a big grin. If he’d seen those three yesterday, they’d be gasping and staring at him right now. His standards had gone up, a lot. And that made him free.

They walked on, appreciating the beautiful morning, Jim now deeply enjoying people-watching on the busy rush-hour sidewalks, sizing up so many women, savoring the knowledge that he could have any of them but not enthralling any of them. There was no hurry either, now that he knew he was going to work by helicopter.

They passed a coffee shop and he glanced in the window, his eyes meeting those of a gorgeous young woman sitting alone, gazing thoughtfully out the window. His eyes went wide along with hers and he stopped. “Oh wow,” he whispered, spellbound by her beauty, caught in her soulful eyes. She was gaping at him, gripping the table tightly, her beautiful stunned eyes now filling with desire as she stared at Jim. He couldn’t see much of her body shape, but she was slender, and with that face it didn’t even matter if she had a body at all.

“Oh, yes!” Mei breathed in his ear. “Oh Jim, wow, she’s dreamy! Good catch!” Mei stepped in between them to get the girl’s attention, grinning at her and waving excitedly, then beckoning her to come outside. She rushed out, moving gracefully, her tall elegant willowy body an absolute dream. She stopped near them, her head spinning with lust and confusion, breathless, looking back and forth between them, not knowing what to say.

He let the silence linger a second, savoring the tension as he gazed at her, then reached out his hand, saying “I’m Jim, and this is Mei, very nice to meet you.”

“I’m Xin Yan,” she said. He held on to her soft warm trembling hand. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“No,” he said, smiling. “She’s… She’s just a pet.”

“Meow,” added Mei, giggling, then leaning in to whisper in Xin Yan’s ear. “Jim has many pets, and he is so good to us.”

“Oh my god,” she gasped, staring at them in shocked wonder.

“But we have to run now, Xin Yan,” Mei continued. “Can Jim… Have you? I mean, as a guest at our party tonight?”

Xin Yan gulped, hesitating, still clinging to Jim’s hand. Then she took a deep breath and nodded. The hesitation over, the decision made, all traces of uncertainty left her face and only desire and excitement remained, pouring out of her gorgeous eyes and into Jim’s soul, taking his breath away. He returned her look, feeling exactly as he knew she felt and making sure she knew it. They had to have each other, and they would, tonight. Their twins babies would be so perfect.

“Yay!” Mei said, giggling and bouncing around, her adorable excitement breaking the tension and making them both smile. He gave Xin Yan one of Leizu’s white cards and they said goodbye and walked on, his head still spinning with images of her, his heart racing, amazed at how much this still affected him every time.

They walked on another crowded block past many pretty faces, many sexy curves, but his gaze had no effect on any of them. Then, in front of a hotel ahead he saw three blond nordic-looking tourist girls handing luggage up into an airport shuttle bus. He knew already he’d likely enthrall them, at least one of them, if he made eye contact. He knew even from half a block away, even though they hadn’t seen him yet, even with his new high standards.

He watched two of the slender beauties get onto the shuttle. He hadn’t gotten much of a look at their bodies, only seeing them from the side. But the one still outside handing up her luggage had an incredible body, as he could tell when her shirt rose up, revealing her tiny waist, wide hips, perfect ass in her tight jeans, and a huge gap between her thighs. He wanted her, and probably the others too. But none of them had seen him yet. He still had a choice.

And he chose to stop, not approach, just wait a few seconds until their shuttle left. Mei looked up at him, then at the girl, then back at him. She giggled mischievously, then called out, “Hello!” The blond turned to look and he felt those twitches around his eyes. She gasped, staring at him. Oh well. It was just one of them. Maybe if he was quick the others wouldn’t see him and he could just discreetly hand her a white card as he passed. He walked quickly toward her, avoiding looking at the shuttle bus, then froze ten feet away when the other two stepped back out, asking her what was wrong in Swedish.

She glanced at them, smiled, then looked back at him and said, “What a handsome face.” The other two suppressed giggles.

Jim knew some Swedish, enough to get by. His wife was half-Swedish and they had spent a summer there. More importantly, he knew this joke. It was a classic. That sentence in English sounded exactly like “Was it he that farted?” in Swedish.

“Ja, det var jag,” he said. Yes, it was me.

This was a hit. They all burst out laughing. Mei even laughed along, although she had no idea what he’d said. It made them even more beautiful, the laughter making their sweet fresh faces even more angelic, enticingly joyful, inevitably leading him to think of another way he could give them joy. After that thought, he didn’t need to check if their bodies were perfect enough anymore. The sight of them laughing so beautifully was enough. He wanted them, all three of them, and the next moment when he caught their laughing eyes, the remaining two gasped, froze, went wide-eyed, and he knew they would all be his.

He shook their hands slowly, holding on to each one, their eyes locking with his intensely, the desire and tension thick in the air, as they introduced themselves as Sophie, Annika, and Evelina. Sophie was the first one he’d enthralled, and as he looked them over he realized her perfect body was almost matched by the others.

Another voice interrupted in Swedish from the shuttle. “Come on girls, we need to fly.” He glanced over and saw two more of them. They both gasped and stared at Jim. Oh my god, those two were even lovelier, delicate elf-like faces, absurdly beautiful blond angels. He stepped over to them and shook their hands. They introduced themselves as Birgitta and Katja.

They were all edging closer to him, surrounding him, their eyes all so filled with lust. He now had five of these lovely slender blond girls, all so urgently craving him already, their bodies squirming in place. He just knew that inside those jeans there were five beautifully sweet little blond pussies all so very wet for him, right now. But he also knew they had to catch a flight.

“Well, I know you need to fly, so it looks like I’ll have to catch up with you all later,” he said.

“No!” Mei said. “They should reschedule, stay another night. That’s their only chance. Girls, this week is it, this is the only time. He is not available after this week, really. Do you understand?” She looked around at all of them intensely. “And money is no problem. We can pay for you to reschedule your flights and get you another hotel room for the night.”

“I’d miss my sister’s wedding,” Sophie said.

There was a long silence.

“No. Hell no,” Jim said. “You can’t miss that. Go. Fly. I will find you later. I promise. Just give me your contact info, all of you. I promise I’ll see you soon.” They all rushed to give it to him. Mei insisted on also giving each of them one of Leizu’s white cards, saying “just in case you need to contact us.”

After the girls finally boarded the shuttle, looking longingly back at Jim, he noticed Mei was staring at him.

“Does this mean you’re changing the deal? You’re… available? After this week? Or were you lying to them? You know what that will do to them, don’t you? If you break that promise? Or even wait too long?”

He sighed. “No. I’ll keep that promise somehow. And the deal is the same. I just needed to make an exception.”

“Good,” she said, seeming relieved. They walked on in silence for another block.

Then she stopped and took his hands in hers, taking a deep breath, and said “Jim, don’t answer this now, but I just want you to think about something. Just consider it. A year from now, or anytime after nine months from now, if you feel like making another exception, come visit me. It’s not fair that Yuming gets two and I only get one! Or come visit all of us again!” She put her hand over his mouth to stop him from answering. Her warm soft fingers smelled like strawberries. “Don’t answer. I will be thinking about it, maybe even… fantasizing about it. Maybe every night. Days too. Let me at least be able to think it’s possible.”

Of course his answer was no, but he knew she already knew that. He didn’t have to burst her bubble by saying it. He smiled kindly through her hand and she pulled it away from his mouth, smiling back up at him with her batting eyelashes and her adorable kitty ears.

“Mei. You are a treasure. Thank you for being you.” She hugged him tightly, squealing.

Then he paused, a thought striking him, a lightbulb moment. If Leizu thought there was hope of him changing his mind and coming back to them after this week, that would completely change her strategic calculus. Without at least some hope that he might come back, there would always be that temptation to try to blow up his marriage in the hope it would lead him back to them out of loneliness. Maybe he could give them a little hope, in a way that wasn’t exactly a lie.

“Mei,” he said, taking her face in his hands to look her in the eyes. “I can at least promise you I will think about it too. Very, very often. We’ll see.”

She beamed up at him, happy tears filling her eyes, and hugged him again. “Oh my god I’m so happy to hear that! And no pressure, we’ll be fine if you can’t come back. More than fine. You have made us all so, so happy, and brought us all together. It’s a miracle, it’s the greatest gift already, we could never ask for more. Even just that you’re going to think about it is enough. Oh, thank you!”

They walked together, Mei clinging happily to his arm, just beaming sunshine onto the whole world, blinding passersby, bouncing along next to him, giggling periodically. He felt like a heavy weight was slowly lifting off his shoulders. It slowly dawned on him that this might have really fixed everything, at least for now. Now that he had given Mei that hope, he knew she was dying to pass it on to the rest of them. She had her phone in her hand and kept glancing at it and then back at him, her fingers twitching, eager to text the happy news. He knew she’d do it as soon as they parted. What a difference it made to just give them a little hope, just a little misdirection, a literally true statement that would help them deceive themselves, a little hint that he knew would sound to them like what they wanted to hear.

He knew he was no longer going to confess to his wife tomorrow morning, not after what happened with the Swedish tourist girls. It wasn’t like he was going to say “I promise to stop cheating on you, right after I fly home the long way around the world to screw five hot Swedish chicks.” No. He’d make that promise to stop when it could be true. But now that they had some hope that he would come back to them, he wasn’t worried at all that he needed to hurry to tell his wife before they did. He felt like he could breathe again, thinking about the future. He’d just have to suck it up and lie to his wife a few more times. That was the most painful part, but it wasn’t impossible, probably not even that hard. The part of the problem that had seemed impossible was now solved. Giving them a little false hope had brought his own real hope back. There was at least a chance now of returning to his old life.