The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I bet you’d like it,” Roger murmured to his wife, Liz, as they lay panting in post-coital exhaustion. His cock was still semi-hard inside of her, after having spent its jizz into her warm pussy moments earlier.

“Mmmm... I dunno, honey,” Liz answered, catching her breath. “I know it sounds hot, but you know I have... issues, letting myself go with anyone except you.” She snuggled up against him, adding “It... can be fun, pretending. And hot. But... it’s not that I don’t want to, sometimes, I just don’t think I could go through with it. I couldn’t when we tried it last week, after all. After I really thought that, maybe this time, I could...”

Roger sighed. He’d initiated one of his favorite roleplays with his wife of a dozen years, Liz, that night. The one where he shares her with another guy, describing how the guy would finger, lick and fuck her while Roger watched, and then ed in. How she would lick and suck him hard before spreading her legs wide, inviting him to mount her and stroke his dick into her. How she’d start cumming uncontrollably on the guy’s cock while on her hands and knees, being spitroasted with Roger’s own cock deep in her throat. How her new lover would fill her pussy with ropes and ropes of sticky cum, as her cunt milked him for every last drop.

It was a hot scenario, and it never failed to bring Liz off over and over, when he described it as he made love to her. And it was one of Roger’s major kinks. Every time he had sex with Liz, he imagined her sucking on him while getting fucked to orgasm. Every time he came inside of her sweet pussy, he imagined another guy’s cock spurting into her, his jizz leaking out around his shaft as he pumped more and more into a pussy that was already full of cum. He found it incredibly hot.

Liz found it hot, too, he knew she did. She responded with incredible orgasms when they roleplayed her being shared. But she usually shut down any suggestion that they try it for real, Liz always insisting that she didn’t think she could let herself “do it” with anyone but her husband, and that, even if Roger were present and approving, she’d just hit that same wall, inside of her head, as she always did, and pull the plug on it.

She’d found the concept stimulating enough to agree to try it, recently, since she couldn’t deny how worked up fantasies of being shared got her. They’d gone to a bar outside of their normal area, on the other side of town, and Liz had, with Roger’s strong encouragement, flirted with some guys, her 5′7″ frame accentuated by a short midriff blouse and mini-skirt with thong panties that showed her off to everyone. Heck, if she bent over, you could see that his red-headed wife had carpet to match the drapes, bits of ginger muff visible along the crack of the thong. The outfit showed lots of skin; the fact that it showed off her freckles only made her look more delightfully fuckable, in her husband’s view.

The flirting had gotten pretty hot, considering that, when Roger stood next to his wife, no one noticed him, the overall impact of his somewhat average 6-foot frame, medium build, and light brown hair being totally outshone by his curvy, gorgeous, underdressed, teasing wife. And, with Roger rooting her on from the sidelines, she’d hung all over a guy that, she told Roger, was the one she wanted to try and pick up. She’d made out a little with him back in a dark, shadowed booth, had gotten through that without hitting her block, and decided she wanted to try for more. Roger couldn’t blame her—he was a tall, blond boy with a nice, tight body, decent muscles, and sporting long legs and big feet that promised a big dick to complete the package. He could see why she liked his looks.

Liz had taken the guy outside, along with Roger, and explained what the situation was—that her husband wanted to watch a stranger fuck her—and warned him that she wasn’t sure she could even go through with it, but somewhat hesitantly asked him to come home with them. He’d agreed in an instant, since Liz, that night, had sure looked and acted like she was a handful in bed—which, Roger itted, was because she was quite a handful in bed. A woman any guy would be glad to have the opportunity to sink his dick into, no matter if her husband was watching or not. And this guy seemed willing to fuck his Liz all night, either alone or on stage in front of a live studio audience, if it came to that. You could tell he wanted her at just a glance.

So they’d gone back to their place, and Liz and this guy, Mark was his name, had settled into each other on the couch, and resumed their kissing, while Roger watched. Liz looked like she was actually enjoying it, sharing some hot open-mouthed kisses with the stranger, and responding with encouraging, sexy noises as he began to fondle her through her clothes.

As she tried hard to stay in the moment, Liz closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensations as she let him get to first base while they kissed. Soon, her blouse came off, and Mark spent some time kissing and sucking on her nipples. She hesitantly felt the bulge in his pants, and felt a feminine thrill that her kissing—and, of course, her sexy body—had made this guy hard. The nipple play had started to make her wet, and the thought of Mark being able to smell the aroma of her arousal made her lubricate even more. She started to wonder if maybe she could do this, after all. Her body was certainly responding to the hot guy she was leaning into, who was doing a pretty good job of fondling her.

Then, with Liz stroking his hard-on through his pants, Mark went back to kissing her, reached up her skirt and, sliding the thong aside, started to stroke his fingers into her now-wet pussy. Liz had shuddered for a moment, with a low “mmm” escaping her lips, but then stiffened, and broke the kiss. A look of sadness stole her face as she leaned away from Mark suddenly, and said “That... that’s it. I can’t do any more.” Then she got up, walked topless up the half-flight of stairs and into the bedroom, and shut the door.

“Am I supposed to follow her in there?” Mark asked, confused. She’d been responding to him, he was absolutely certain, and he knew that, under normal circumstances, they’d have been naked on the couch in just a few minutes, his cock sliding into her wet cunny.

Roger knew his wife better than this stranger, though. “No, I’m afraid not,” he said with a sigh. “Not this time, anyway. It got to be too much for her. Well, we knew this was possible...”

Roger apologized to Mark, assured him it wasn’t his fault, and sent him on his merry way—after collecting his info, in case Liz decided she wanted to try it again with him. She’d liked Mark enough to let him get to second base, after all, and was showing every sign of enjoying it, until she’d frozen up.

But it didn’t really surprise Roger that, within minutes of Mark leaving, he and Liz were naked in their bed, with her squirming and panting as his cock plied her slippery slit, and he described how she’d made out with a total stranger, how he had gotten her topless, sucked on her tits, and put his fingers in her pussy, and how she had stroked his hard cock through his pants. When he asked, as he pumped himself into her with a steady rhythm, if she had imagined Mark’s cock plunging into her like his was, she answered only with a loud, moaning orgasm.

So—the situation had obviously gotten her incredibly horny. She’d been unable to go through with it, but not out of lack of desire, he was sure. Just out of her strange hang-up about sex. If she’d ever hit that wall while making love with him, he’d maybe believe that she just got over-stimulated, and that forced her to shut down. But he got her over-stimulated on a nearly daily basis, and she didn’t shut down with him. She let loose and lost all control, resulting in wild, screaming orgasms, when it was her husband fucking her stupid.

She’d told him a little about the roots of the issue—that she’d gotten pregnant at sixteen, and the whole aftermath had been so traumatic that it had nearly put her off of sex permanently—but never seemed to address why that froze her up when she got into an actual sexual situation. With anyone but Roger, anyway.

He figured that the incident in college, after they started dating, when some guy who sang in a garage band seduced her and took her to bed a few times without Roger knowing, had something to do with it. The singer had dumped her, and she’d gotten incredibly upset that she had “betrayed” Roger like that. No amount of him telling her that the idea of her and this guy fucking their brains out made him wildly excited, instead of jealous, could make her feel better about it. And even though he wanted to hear every detail of her carnal escapades, she just seemed to shut that part of herself off. She didn’t want to talk about it, and refused to get drawn into discussions of how hot she thought other guys were, when Roger tried to gently re-open that door.

Oddly, though, in the throws of ion, when she’d ceded all control to him (one of her favorite expressions in foreplay was “Do whatever you want to me, please!"), he’d been able to craft roleplays that got through to her sexual core, and he could tell that the idea of having multiple lovers—even several at once—still excited her. There was just that block in the way...

Well, as they had for a while, he figured that he and Liz would work through it, somehow. Though whether he’d ever achieve his goal of having a wife who was willing to be shared was still up in the air; the whole encounter with Mark had been incredibly hot, even if it had ended somewhat prematurely. Liz had gotten turned on, had let herself begin foreplay with someone else, and, he was certain, had gotten worked up enough to have thoroughly enjoyed fucking him, had she let it get that far.

Yeah, it was hot, all right. But still, it fell well short of his goal.

One day over supper, a few days after the aborted threesome with Mark, Liz asked Roger if he thought she was getting fat. Knowing this to be the biggest potential trap in any relationship, Roger said “Of course not! Besides, if your butt ever does get bigger, well, it’s just more cushion for the pushin’, is all!” Roger was really only half-joking; Liz, at 33, was still a very beautiful woman, but had certainly added some pounds to her hips and ass in the dozen years they’d been married. She’d always had perfectly proportioned C-cup breasts (ranging to D-cups in some styles), but as a teen had been a touch narrow in the hips for his tastes, to be honest. She may have added a little more than he’d have preferred in that area, but Roger never complained. He found her just as gorgeous at 145 pounds as he had at 115.

But Liz seemed serious with her question, he noted. “I’m not trying to make you answer an impossible question, honey,” she said, reading his thoughts. “It’s just that Suzy next door has been seeing this hypnotist, to help her quit smoking, and she says he’s worked miracles. She hasn’t had a cigarette in weeks, and isn’t even gaining weight from eating to compensate. And she says she doesn’t miss the tobacco.

“So, I was thinking, maybe this hypnotist could help me diet a little bit? Get into bikini shape by the time the beaches open in June? And I was wondering what you thought of the idea.”

Roger wasn’t opposed to it, he figured. Whatever made her happy. As long as it wasn’t hugely expensive, he didn’t see how it could hurt anything. Plus, while he knew self-confidence wasn’t her problem with sex, he supposed that she might have somehow tangled up her displeasure with the slight belly (he’d told her it was gorgeous) she’d shown in the midriff blouse she’d worn to the bar, when they’d picked up Mark, with the fact that she couldn’t go through with going to bed with him. It would take a seriously skewed view of the event to think that Liz’s appearance had put the boy off, though—Roger knew, in that brotherhood-of-bros kind of way, how bad Mark had wanted to fuck his wife. And how disappointed he’d been when the evening had suddenly screeched to a halt.

Thinking of that night, in context with his wife’s current request, suddenly led Roger to wonder if hypnosis treatment was shown to work on Liz to lose weight, maybe it could be used to get her to loosen up just enough to let his fantasies come true? He felt himself start to get hard, and also felt a free-fall sensation in the pit of his stomach, as he considered the option of giving Liz post-hypnotic suggestions that would get her into the moment. And let other guys—Mark, for starters—get into her.

Hoping the sudden look of lust that had likely come over his face wasn’t noticeable, Roger smoothed his features over and said “Sure. No objections, so long as it won’t break the bank or anything. But first, I would want this hypnotist’s name and stuff. I’ll want to check him out and make sure he’s legit, before I have him planting weird shit into your pretty little head!” (He wanted to reserve that kinky activity to himself, he thought.)

Liz had been pretty certain that would be her husband’s answer, so she had gotten the hypnotist’s info from Suzy beforehand, and happily gave it to Roger. Who then proceeded, over the next few days, to check the guy out online.

The hypnotist’s name was Ray Halley, and Roger soon discovered that he was a member of the Ethical Hypnotists Union, and had a lot of very positive reviews on social media. A lot from women who he’d helped quit smoking and lose weight, things like that, but also somewhat more elliptically worded rave reviews from husbands of his clients, saying they loved their wives that much more now without saying exactly why.

Roger got in touch with one or two of the husbands whose reviews gave their names, and with a little digging, found out that, while Halley would not give his clients direct suggestions to have sexual impulses, he would (for a fee) install access points for the husbands to put their wives under, and from there be able to give them post-hypnotic suggestions themselves.

So, one husband said he’d made his wife crave giving him blowjobs, something she’d never enjoyed before, and another had given his wife the desire to always be naked when they were alone in their house. The one guy Roger had chatted with who said he’d regretted it just said “Be careful what you wish for, man, that’s all I can say.”

He’d considered talking to his next-door neighbor Gary, Suzy’s husband, about it, seeing as how Suzy was currently seeing the hypnotist. But since the two couples were pretty close, Roger didn’t want to make anything weird between them, if it turned out that Liz wasn’t all that susceptible to hypnosis, or that he couldn’t manage to get her past her psychological issues around the topic. If things worked out, maybe he could approach Gary about it. They’d occasionally joke with each other about fucking each other’s wives in the past—after a few beers—and while Roger knew Liz had a ways to go before she’d consider it, he couldn’t deny how hot it would be to watch Gary fucking Liz, while his own cock plumbed the depths of Suzy’s pussy.

Having made up his mind, Roger told Liz to go ahead and set up some appointments with Halley, if she wanted to. And then set in to wait and see if the treatments had much of an effect.

Six weeks later, Roger had to it that the treatments were working. Not only did he notice Liz eating a little less at meals, he could also see that she was working out, toning her tummy into a flatness she hadn’t displayed in a few years, and had lost a good three inches off of her hips. Not enough to become too skinny for his tastes, but enough to ensure that every guy who saw her in a bikini that summer would want to bend her over and slide themselves into her. She’d had to buy some new clothes, to fit her new, sexier frame, but the fact that she wanted to show herself off in new outfits—some of them quite revealing—gave Roger some hope for the future.

So, he was convinced that Liz was susceptible to hypnosis, and would follow suggestions made to her while in trance. That decided Roger, and he arranged with Halley to have his own entry point installed into his wife, one that would let him put her into a trance and give her the suggestions that he most wanted to see her follow and act out. He’d listened to Halley’s recommendations, about thinking through the various possible results of certain suggestions, and Roger was sure he understood it all.

For instance, Halley had stressed that giving post-hypnotic suggestions worked best if each suggestion was simple, straightforward, and encouraged a single set of thoughts or actions. Like, you wouldn’t try to create a script for a night’s worth of fucking and give it all in one long suggestion. You’d break it up into individual actions, thoughts and desires. And it really helped to get some type of acceptance after each suggestion—a confirmation that the subject heard and understood it—before proceeding to the next one.

Halley also told Roger that the best time for him to put Liz under without her being aware of it was probably just after sex, especially when she was still coming down from an orgasm. Her body would be relaxed enough that it would offer no resistance to going into a trance. He also suggested that, unless he had a reason for her to be aware of the suggestions, he should include a final suggestion that she not anything about it consciously, while still feeling totally compelled to act on suggestions when her triggers were, well, triggered.

Finally, with an air of confidentiality, Halley had told Roger “I probably shouldn’t say this, I’m not supposed to talk about how individual subjects react while in hypnosis therapy with me. It’s part of the rules, and I follow the rules—which is why I don’t just get all of my female clients to fuck me,” he’d said with a wink.

“But, I think this is something you should know. Liz is a very susceptible subject. She responds better than most people do, and is really good at taking suggestions to heart, and acting on them. It’s as if, while in trance, her internal sense of control is occupied elsewhere, or just doesn’t work in the trance state. As calm and controlled as she seems on the outside, below the surface, she has a desire to be controlled, which is what makes her such an impressive hypnotic subject. I might say, if nurtured, her control kink could grow to be a full fetish, so be careful of that.

“At any rate, trance suggestions by her sense of wanting to maintain control. This is just to say, don’t give her suggestions just to see if she’ll follow them, unless you’re very sure you want her to follow them. If you catch my drift. Because, I guarantee you, unless it has to do with pain or self-harm, she’ll follow pretty much any suggestion you make. Enthusiastically, if I know my business—and I do. Just keep that in mind, keep her best interests in mind as well as your own, and most importantly, be careful.”

Roger thanked Halley for the advice, and started thinking about what kinds of things he’d like Liz to do, for and with him and others, and how to make it all the best possible experience for both of them.

The night after her final Friday session with Halley, at which point her entrance trigger should have been installed, Roger had been very turned on at the thought of being able to put Liz under after she’d orgasmed a time or two, so he’d given her a more energetic fuck than normal, ending up with her getting rammed doggy-style, cumming (as she always did) as Roger spurted into her, and collapsing onto her new, flat stomach in front of him.

Roger caught his breath, laid down next to his naked, glistening wife, and muttered the phrase he and Halley had agreed on—“You’re my puppet”—into her ear. While she had already been limp, there was an additional sense of her going completely relaxed, as she heard the words.

“Can you hear me, Liz?” Roger asked. She nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said softly, “I’m going to give you some suggestions. You’re going to follow these suggestions from now on, okay?” And Liz nodded again.

Roger had thought about what he wanted to suggest, mostly being driven by what he wanted to watch Liz do with other guys. But he’d wanted to make one final check, before he went ahead with this. He was trusting this Dr. Halley with an awful lot, and before he started down this road, he’d wanted to make certain that the hypnotist was on the up-and-up, and hadn’t planted any self-serving sexual suggestions in his wife. Especially not any that might interfere with the ones he wanted to implant.

“First, I want to ask you a couple of questions, okay?” Nod. “In your sessions with Dr. Halley, did he ever suggest that you wanted to have sex with him?” Liz shook her head no. “Did he ever ask you if you wanted to work on sexual impulses?” “No, I asked him,” Liz surprised him by answering aloud.

“What did you want Dr. Halley to do?” “Make it so I can... do more to make my husband happy.” “And he declined?” “He said he can’t, it’s against the rules.”

So... Liz had come up with the same idea? Of using hypnosis to get her past her block? Interesting. Then this might work really well, after all.

He started in with “Are you ready for some suggestions?” Nod. “There is nothing wrong with getting horny when you see someone who attracts you, okay?” Nod. “When you are attracted to someone, you will start to wonder what kissing and foreplay would feel like with them, okay?” Nod. “When you want to have foreplay with someone, it’s okay. You’re relaxed about the idea, it makes you hot, and you’re totally in the moment when it happens. Okay?” Nod. “When you’re attracted to someone, it’s fine for you to make the first move, and let them know you want to fool around. Okay?” Nod. “You don’t need to stop yourself from getting more and more excited by someone you’re making out with, okay?” A moment, a very deep breath, and a nod. “You can let yourself go sexually with anyone who makes you horny, and satisfy your urges, without wanting to stop, okay?” Another deep breath, and a nod.

Those were the suggestions for the things that would make her horny, and to let herself enjoy it without stopping things dead in their tracks. Now for some suggestions for specific behaviors. “When someone makes out with you, you’ll show them that you want them to touch your tits, okay?” Nod. “When someone is touching your tits, you’ll show them you want them to touch your pussy, okay?” Nod. “Once you’ve felt someone touch your pussy, you’ll have a strong desire to be fingered, okay?” Nod. “When someone starts fingering you, you’ll want to get naked, okay?” Nod.

“When you are naked with someone, you will want them to go down on you, and will cum very hard when your clit is nibbled and licked.” Very strong nod. “After a guy has made you cum, you will be totally into letting him fuck you to orgasm as much as he wants, okay?” Nod. “When you’re just about to start fucking someone, you will want to give him control, and let him use you any way he wants, okay?” Strong nod. “You’re totally fine and relaxed about fucking anyone you think is hot, okay?” A moment, and then another nod. And, for the first time, a repeated nod, quicker this time. “Since you’re on the pill, you’ll be happy to let someone who’s fucking you cum inside of you, okay?” Strong nod. “After you start fucking someone, you’re going to want to keep fucking until no one can get it up anymore, okay?” A quick nod, that time.

Now, Roger wanted the answers to a couple of other questions, before he crafted specific suggestions about a specific guy. “Have been thinking about the guy you picked up, Mark?” Nod. “Did you enjoy kissing Mark?” Nod. “Did you enjoy feeling him caress your tits and suck on your nipples?” Nod. “Have you fantasized about fucking Mark since then?” “Oh, yes,” Liz said. Not just a nod—she must have been thinking about fucking Mark a fair bit, Roger thought. “Have you fantasized about Mark while fucking, or while masturbating?” “Both,” Liz breathed into the pillow. “Does fantasizing about Mark fucking you give you a strong orgasm?” “Oh, God, yes,” Liz replied in her trance voice.

Sucking in a deep breath, Roger took the next step. “Tomorrow, you’ll find yourself wanting to give Mark another try, okay?” Strong nod. “You’ll get his information, call him, tell him you want to try making out with him again, and ask him to come over, okay?” That was a lot for one suggestion, Roger realized, but it got a strong nod. “You’ve decided you want to offer him at least a blowjob, because you felt bad for leaving him high and dry, okay?” Nod, followed by a slight opening of her lips.

“You really wanted to fuck Mark that night, didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Once you feel and suck his bare cock tomorrow, you’ll decide that you want him to fuck you, okay?” “Yes. I really want him to fuck me.” Even in this trance voice, Roger thought she’d made that sound like it was how she had felt before he’d put her under. Good. He was just reinforcing what she already wanted to do, and, Roger thought, that meant it had a pretty good chance at success.

“You’ll want to make him cum, okay?” “I want to make Mark cum,” Liz said. “You’ll want Mark to cum in your mouth, your pussy and your ass, okay?” “Yes, I want to make Mark cum in all of my holes.” Again, sounding like she was just confirming this was how she’d been feeling, ever since that night she’d tried and failed to fuck Mark.

“And you’re absolutely fine with being watched while you fuck, in fact, it makes it hotter and makes you cum harder. Okay?” Three nods in succession.

Roger suddenly realized that he hadn’t made that last suggestion—feeling free to fuck while people watch—specific to the next day’s potential action with Mark. He figured it couldn’t hurt anything, and might well come in handy in the future, so he let it be. For now, it should at least ensure that Liz wouldn’t freak out by having Roger watch her getting her brains blasted out by her new fuck toy, or vice-versa. Fingers and toes crossed. This wasn’t going to be useful if Liz was willing to go all the way tomorrow, but only with her and Mark alone in the bedroom.

“When I wake you up, you won’t consciously me giving you these suggestions, okay?” Nod. “Will you follow these suggestions?” “Yes.” “All of them?” “Yes.”

“Okay, on the count of three, you will wake up, feeling comfortable snuggling with your husband. One, feeling good, two, feeling great, three!”

Liz moved, looked up at Roger, leaned up on an elbow, and started to kiss him ionately. “Well, she does find me attractive,” Roger thought, though he never really thought there was anything very special about his looks. Not that he was complaining.

Liz proceeded to give him a really great fuck, especially considering it was Round Two for both of them that night. When she’d urgently tried to get him hard again for a Round Three, he wondered at how insistent she was being that he fuck her some more. Then he ed—“After you start fucking someone, you’re going to want to keep fucking until no one can get it up anymore, okay?” So, the coital exercise didn’t stop that night until Liz couldn’t get him hard again, no matter how hard she sucked on him. She finally gave up, called it a night, and they went to sleep.

Roger woke up the next morning from a dream in which Liz was riding his cock while sucking Mark off, to find that at least part of the dream was real—his wife was nakedly riding his morning wood, already panting and getting close to her first orgasm of the morning.

“Wow, this is way more response than I expected,” Roger thought happily as Liz ground her pelvis onto his, until he felt her tense up, her pussy suddenly milking on his hard prick without her moving her body, trying to extract the cum she craved. And without thinking, she muttered “I knew... your cock... would feel... this good...!” Leaving Roger wondering just whose cock she imagined she was riding right then.

It being a Saturday morning, they fucked for another couple of hours, off and on, until Roger announced he was done for a while. They pulled some breakfast out of the kitchen cabinets about noon, and while they ate, Liz almost shyly brought up the topic Roger knew she had been thinking about. The topic he’d just programmed her to think about with lust in her loins. Mark.

“Honey, you Mark, right? The guy I, um, we picked up at the bar that night? Before I, um, chickened out?”

“Yeah,” Roger said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I got his info. Why, you been wanting to try it again?”

Liz blushed, both from embarrassment and excitement, Roger thought. He wasn’t sure if she would have gone on, had he not volunteered that he already had Mark’s number, but when it became apparent that she really could make this happen, like, that day, she’d offered up her reasons for bringing Mark up.

“Well... I’ve just been feeling bad for him lately, for some reason. I must have given him a case of the blue balls, after all. I mean, he had a seriously big... um, hard dick, when I felt it through his pants.”

Interesting Freudian slip, that. “And you want to feel it in your pants?” Roger asked with a lecherous grin.

Another blush, followed by a goofy smile, and then an effort to compose herself and look serious. “Well... I don’t know. Maybe.” Another goofy smile. “I’d at least like to offer to suck him off, you know?” SUCCESS! Roger thought, with an internal grin. “I mean, he did have his fingers in my twat,” Liz went on, “shouldn’t I get to have his cock in my mouth? It... only seems fair.” She was maintaining a fairly calm tone of voice, but Roger could tell that she was getting excited. Her eyes were dilated and sparkling, and she was shifting in her chair as if she couldn’t sit still. “And, I’m thinking, I mean, since I kissed him before, and let him fondle me, well, I think I could maybe do that much for him. Suck him off, I mean, let him cum in my mouth. The more I think about it, the more I think I could do that much, at least. And... I’d really like to try.”

“Is the idea of sucking him off making you wet, babe?” “Yeah,” she answered, quietly, smiling that same goofy “there’s this boy I like” smile into her cereal bowl. Then with confidence, looking her husband straight in the eye, she asked “Could you... give me his number? Please? I want to give him a call. Maybe, um, catch him before he makes plans for the day.”

Wow—it sounded like Liz was fully following the suggestion that she give Mark what amounted to a booty call, and that she wanted to do it right then and there, with hopes of this new adventure starting sooner, rather than later. This was working perfectly, Roger thought. He gave her Mark’s number—without telling her that he’d texted with Mark the day before, telling him he’d been working on getting Liz to loosen up, and that he might just get a request from her soon to see if he wanted to pick it up where they’d left off. He’d wanted to make very sure that, if he managed to get Liz to the point where she could agree to go to bed with a guy, that the first guy she opened up to didn’t reject her. No problems, of course—Mark was no fool, and still wanted to get it on with Liz. A lot.

And it surely was a booty call. As Roger listened, he heard his wife saying “Hi, Mark! It’s Liz! me? Mmm-hmm? Good. How’ve you been?” They shared a little bit of small talk, less then a minute’s worth, when formerly shy Liz came right to the point: “Um, Mark? About that last time. I’ve been thinking about it... um, and about you, since then. And, um, getting all hot and bothered when I do. It’s the same deal as last time, my husband will be here, but... I can at least promise you won’t leave without a decent blowjob, anyway. Hmm? Yes, of course from me! Silly! And, um, I might be up for more, but we’ll have to see. Would you, um, like to come over?”

Roger could hear Mark say “YES!” through the phone from across the room. He must have run red lights getting across town, because the guy arrived at their house no more than 15 minutes later, barely giving Liz time to pick out a cute, easy-to-remove top, and miniskirt, to put on “especially for Mark.” She didn’t put any panties on, though, he noticed. It looked like she wanted to send a message, that if the guy started to feel her up under her skirt again, she was giving him unfettered access.

Liz could only have been more obvious about her intentions, her husband thought, if she had decided to greet the guy at the door entirely naked.

Roger had found out, texting with him the day before, that Mark was 23 (ages hadn’t come up the first time they’d tried this), and didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment. He’d said that was why he’d been so disappointed when the last time hadn’t proceeded any further, as it had been a few months since he’d had sex, and was looking forward to getting it on with Liz. And, he’d complained, he hadn’t found anyone he wanted to fuck since that night had ended abruptly, either. As a result, Roger figured, he was likely full to bursting with sexual energy. And, probably, quite a lot of cum. Two conditions that his wife would be helping the guy out with, quite soon, Roger thought. He couldn’t be sure until it happened, but his considered opinion was that Liz was extremely ripe for the picking, right now.

Sure enough, the moment Mark had walked in the door, Liz had pulled him into a hug and started to kiss him with a ion Roger had rarely seen out of her, even in her most turned-on moments with him. Their open-mouth kiss began to make slurping noises, and Roger’s heretofore shy-with-other-guys wife began to dry hump her crotch into Mark’s leg, as she reached down and stroked his cock through his pants. Something told Roger that, instead of being thrown out at third, Mark would be rounding the bases very soon, sliding into home over and over until he gushed his score into the woman he held in his arms.

As Roger watched, they sank onto the couch, still kissing, and re-enacted their first attempt, though in fast-forward, and with a lot more energy from Liz. Without hesitation, she’d aggressively stroked Mark through his pants, stripping her shirt off before Mark had a chance to do it. Once he had access to her bare tits, Mark began slurping on her nipples. This time, instead of a quiet response, Liz gave out a sexy low moan that left no doubt at all as to how much she liked it.

After a slight hesitation—after all, this was the point where it had broken down before—Mark slid a hand up Liz’s thigh, under the little miniskirt she’d put on for this occasion. He’d already noticed that Liz had slimmed down a bit, and found her ass felt a bit smaller than the last time he’d caressed it, and a little firmer. And, this time, totally bare. His roving hand found nothing but a naked ass, and delightful, soft, and very wet pussy lips. As he’d started to do before, emboldened by the fact that the girl had started making out with him without wearing any underwear, Mark began fingering Roger’s wife, while Roger sat and watched.

Liz didn’t stop him this time. She shuddered, but instead of freezing, hissed “Oh, God, yeah...” and started to hump back against his hand, pushing his fingers deeper into her wet slit. As Mark fingered her and sucked on her nipples, Liz found herself building a tension in her belly that she normally took a while to work up to, and was suddenly grunting and spasming on Mark’s hand, having her first orgasm ever with him. It wasn’t the deep orgasms she’d had while playing with herself and imagining Mark making her cum, or the type that Roger gave her when they had sex, but it surprised her that he brought her off that fast, even if lightly, with just his fingers.

It might have been the first time Mark had made Liz cum, but it wouldn’t be the last. Not by a long shot. After all the fantasies she’d had about this moment, she knew at that point that Mark wasn’t going to be a one-night stand. “Well, one-day stand,” she corrected herself, in her head. Mark was going to be bringing her off a lot over the weeks and months to come, she was pretty sure.

Liz didn’t know it, but she was now getting two suggestions triggered at once. First, the one that made her crave sucking Mark off that Roger had fashioned for this event, to try and make sure that she’d get at least that far, and second, the one that made her crave a good fucking from anyone who brought her off. As the two desires—to suck and be fucked—collided, they merged in her head. “Luckily,” she thought when both cravings hit her with full force, “I have two cocks at my disposal!”

Already topless, Liz quickly got her skirt off, and kicked off her slippers, leaving her completely naked for the first time in front of two guys at once, and in front of the first new sex partner she was going to enjoy since college. Mark was trying to get his pants off, having already skinned his shirt off over his head, while Liz got down on her hands and knees at his feet, to help him pull down his pants and shorts. She felt an amazing thrill of satisfaction as a big, fat, 9-inch-long cock sprang out from the guy who’d just fingered her to orgasm, already hard for her, and promising one HELL of a lot more for her pussy than his fingers, good as they were, had provided. She licked her lips, and then, turning to look over her shoulder at her husband, said “What the hell are you waiting for?” And, in a totally commanding manner that almost made Roger cum in his pants, literally gave him an order: “Get naked!” Those were the last words she said before, turning back to Mark, her mouth closed over the tip of her new boyfriend’s big cock, and she began to slowly work his length into her mouth and throat.

“Yep,” Roger thought happily as he stripped naked, “the block is gone. I think I’d have to knock her unconscious to keep her from fucking Mark now!” ing his wife and the guy she was blowing, he got behind her on the floor, and started to play with her ass and pussy. With a big slurp, Liz broke her with Mark’s cock long enough to say “Oh, God, Roger, fuck me! I wanna be spitroasted, baby!” With another big slurp, she sucked Mark back into her mouth, and made a grunting sound as Roger, not having to be told twice, pushed his own 9-incher into his incredibly turned-on wife.

Roger found it amazing to hear Liz grunt through her nose every time his cockhead rammed home into her, piledriving her cervix. Watching Mark’s tool sliding into and out of her mouth, in rhythm with his own thrusts into her slippery slit, pushed him over the edge fairly quickly, and he began to pour his jizz into her, one hard shot at a time, until getting creampied had the effect it always had on his wife—as she felt his cum shoot into her, she started to cum like a bucking bronco. Mark watched her O-face, while her lips were wrapped around his shaft, and found it so hot that he had no option but to empty his own load down her throat. Which Liz greedily gulped down as Roger watched, though Mark had pumped enough into her mouth that some of it dribbled out, to make a stain on the couch cushion.

Her husband’s deflating cock slipped out of Liz’s cunny just as her new boyfriend’s deflating cock slipped out of her mouth. Then she said something that Roger hadn’t expected to hear out of her, ever—“Nooo! You’re both going soft at once, when I need more fucking, damnit!” And, with a laugh, she added “We need to plan this out better!”

Roger was amazed. Not only had Liz sucked Mark off and swallowed his cum, she’d insisted on being spitroasted while doing so, letting Roger fuck her not only in front of the boy, but while she sucked on him. And, Roger figured, there was no way Liz would fuck him in front of Mark if she didn’t intend to fuck Mark in front of him, as well. Especially not when she was already performing a sex act on the boy. And, of course, she had gotten pissed that there suddenly wasn’t a hard cock to keep fucking her left in the house. It showed how she’d gone from uncertainty to being completely committed to letting Mark do whatever he wanted with her. And if he had a good read on this blond boy, as soon as he was hard again, he intended on taking (temporary) possession of Liz’s pussy. Period. Had the boy not blown his wad in her mouth, he’d have immediately taken Roger’s place behind the girl, and be jizzing inside her pussy right now, he was sure.

“Well, it won’t be long, now, regardless,” Roger thought. Liz’s pussy was in for a lot of pounding in the hours ahead, and he didn’t think she was going to be tremendously choosy about which cock was fucking her at any given time. She didn’t even have a chance to favor the guy with the bigger dick—his and Mark’s peckers were nearly exactly the same size.

With that thought, and anticipating a long day of sex, he suggested they all move the party into the bedroom, since his knees were feeling the onset of rug burn from fucking his wife doggy-style on the floor. Realizing he had to empty his bladder, he added a magnanimous “I have to go pee; you two go on ahead without me, I’ll be there in a minute.”

In no more time than it took Roger to pee, he began to hear his wife’s familiar orgasmic grunts and groans, once again sounding like they were mostly coming through her nose. As he walked into the bedroom, he saw Liz and Mark on the bed, lying on their sides in a 69, with Liz sucking and fondling Mark’s rapidly re-inflating cock, trying to get him hard enough to fuck her, and Mark sliding three fingers into her cunny while sucking her clit into his mouth and nibbling it with his teeth. “He’s not paranoid about going down on her after she’s been jizzed; good, that’ll make Liz happy,” Roger thought. Mark was only about halfway to getting fully hard again when Liz erupted into a loud, screaming orgasm, a much stronger one than Mark had given her with his fingers alone.

Liz then flopped onto her back, panting until she regained her voice. Then, as Mark moved around to start playing with her tits and sucking on her nipples, his cock firming up again after an impressively short time, she slowly began to open her legs until her knees were wide apart, and raised her knees back until they were nearly behind her ears. And said, with conviction—and actually making eye with Mark—“Someone needs to fuck me. Right now.”

Mark looked at Roger, “You’re sure it’s OK?” plastered all over his face, when Roger gestured to his wife’s legs-spread invitation and said “I had my first turn, it’s your turn now. Go ahead and take her!”

Hearing this, Liz nearly squealed with delight and anticipation. She was totally in the moment, not a trace of her block remaining, and wanted nothing more in the world than to feel this boy enter her, plow her, and make her cum over and over.

Mark started to move between her spread legs, then looked her in the eye and said “Um, birth control? I have condoms...” Liz just shook her head urgently, saying in a husky voice “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill. And I hate condoms. Please, just finish inside me, baby, I love feeling cum shooting into me... mmmmmmmmm....”

Liz trailed off into a moan as Mark, given free reign not just to fuck her bareback, but also to creampie her, mounted her and found her sopping wet cunt with his hard cock. He made to rub the tip against her clit for a minute, to tease her to a higher level of excitement, but she was having none of that. She had decided, she needed Mark’s cock inside of her, and he was taking too long! She reached down, grabbed his cock, lined it up, and brought her heels around behind his ass to literally pull him down and into her. Roger watched, his own fantasies coming true, as Liz actually initiated the fucking, with intense desire. It was immensely hot, watching Liz pull the boy, and his member, into herself, a keening “Ahhhhhhhhhh” escaping from her lips as he went in.

She was used to Roger’s big dick, which was about the same size as this boy’s monster, and had no problems taking him into her in one stroke, until he bottomed out at her cervix, at which point she made a little “Woof!” noise. For the first time in many years, Liz had a cock in her quim that wasn’t Roger’s. And it felt amazing.

Liz had told Roger, once, that maybe she’d be able to fuck someone else with her eyes closed, or behind a blindfold. But his wife’s eyes, as Mark took her, were wide open, staring with total lust and desire into his eyes, now. This powerfully virile boy who was taking her. That was even hotter than her simply taking Mark’s cock into her, Roger thought. She wasn’t just letting Mark fuck her because Roger wanted it; she was letting him fuck her because, right then, she wanted him desperately. She was in love with the thought of this boy pounding her until she couldn’t see straight. Because he’d already made her cum repeatedly, and now she wanted him to cum—in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth again... anywhere. Everywhere. As long as she made him cum, she’d be happy.

At that moment, Liz lost her awareness of Roger. The entire universe was filled with Mark, his cock, and what he was doing to her. The urges she’d fought to control for so many years completely claimed her, and—at least at that moment—she belonged to Mark. She was his, to use as hard and as often as he wanted, in whatever hole he liked. She existed only for his cum and kisses, and her own orgasms.

“I’m all yours, baby, do whatever you want to me,” she murmured into his ear, then. “Just... don’t... stop...”

And, as she voiced her total submission to him, Mark started in to seriously fuck her. Wasting no time, he began pounding Liz’s pussy with a good, strong rhythm, him on top, his arms holding her legs back, his balls slapping her ass with each stroke, her pussy making little squishing noises as he pistoned in and out of her. It was every bit as hot, exciting, and satisfying as Roger always hoped it would be, watching Liz become a completely willing part of the Beast With Two Backs this boy was making with her.

As she usually did, Liz muttered encouragement, but now using Mark’s name instead of her husband’s. Her adoring eyes were om him, now, saying things like “Fuck me, Mark, fuck me like that!” and “Oh, God, Mark, your cock feels better than I imagined! Keep... fucking... me!!!”

Her new boyfriend, having already cum once that afternoon, was having no problems fucking this woman to multiple orgasms. After she’d cum on his cock twice with him on top, he pulled out, lifted her by her hips, flipped her around, and set her down on her hands and knees. Liz nearly swooned with how the boy had just picked her up, and placed her back down in the position he wanted to fuck her in next. “I like a man who knows how to take control,” she thought dreamily as it happened. “It was so hot watching you get fucked from behind,” Mark said in a voice tight with lust, “I wanna piece of the doggy too, Lizzie!” And with that, he plunged his dick back into her pussy, this time from behind.

Roger was getting hard again, himself, watching all of this, so when Mark started to fuck Liz from behind in earnest, he got around in front of her and said “Spitroast time again, baby doll!” Liz brought her head up from the pillow, saw Roger’s dick in her face, and smiled. She suddenly became aware of her spouse again, was thrilled that he was getting to watch while she lost herself in Mark’s... care, she supposed she’d call it, and with a fresh realization that she was going to get used, over and over, by both of them, today, her world spun out of control again. She’d always felt like she became the property of the guy fucking her—usually Roger—when she relinquished control. Her body belonged to him, to do whatever he wanted. For the first time, Liz felt like she belonged to two different men, at once. The effect was so energizing to her, so incredibly hot, that she had to gasp “Just... a second... honey...” to Roger before she let out a screaming orgasm, brought on both from the cock that was fucking her with a frenzy, as if it was being wielded by a man, and by the fact that her husband’s hard cock was in her face, waiting for her mouth.

When she could control her movements again, in between her steady stream of pants and moans, she said “Okay, love... lemme suck that for ya...” and started sucking Roger off, getting spitroasted in reverse from her first time. Now, as in some of her hottest fantasies, it was Mark’s cock pounding into her from behind, with Roger’s twitching cock filling her mouth. Her world was expanded, from the one cock pounding her from behind, to the two cocks that were inside of her, and they quickly became her entire universe. It was more than amazing; it was transcendent.

Watching the woman he was already thinking of as his girlfriend, now, suck her hubby off while he fucked her was too much for Mark, and when Liz started to cum again (she may only have cum for him a few times so far, but he knew the signs of her impending orgasms by now), he couldn’t hold back, and shot his own semen into her, to mix with Roger’s and make a gooey mess that leaked out of her as he continued to pump shot after shot into her hot, wet slit. And Liz, who was already starting to orgasm, went off like never before, as Mark filled her womb with his spunk. That was Mark’s personal introduction to one of his new girlfriend’s favorite kinks—she came the hardest when a cock started to spurt into her pussy.

Leaning over his wife as she and her new lover both orgasmed, Roger watched Mark’s cum sliding out of her, squeezing out around his still-thrusting cock as her spasming pussy lips stretched around it, coating it with both of their juices (and some of his own, from earlier, he figured). That pushed Roger over the edge, too, cumming in Liz’s mouth. She was orgasming so hard from Mark continuing to shoot his load into her womb that she couldn’t even properly swallow her husband’s jizz, instead letting it pour into her mouth and onto her face as her cunt squeezed Mark’s dick for every last drop he had.

After both of her lovers’ cocks began to deflate, and slide out of her again, and incidentally when she was able to breathe again, Liz fell onto her tummy, wiped off her face on the pillow, swallowed what spunk of Roger’s was still in her mouth, and then realized that they’d all cum at the same time again. Rolling over, so she could give them accusatory looks, she said sharply, “Both of you?! At the same time??!! AGAIN???!!! What am I going to do with you two????!!!!”

Mark said “Fuck us, of course!” Roger added “All afternoon!” And Mark finished “Don’t worry, I got lots more where that came from!”

Giving up, and smiling that goofy smile again, “Mmmm, right answers!” was all Liz had to say back to that.

That was how Roger finally fulfilled his fantasy of sharing his wife with another guy, and watching him inseminate her. That didn’t stop the fucking, of course; it was still early in the afternoon, and Liz was programmed to want more and more cock, in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, until no one could get hard anymore. So, Roger got to enjoy watching her fuck her new boyfriend rather a lot. He watched her orgasm while he did nothing but sit back and egg her on, while someone else brought her off over and over. He stepped into the wet-pussy fray when he felt like it, or when the new boy needed a little recovery time.

Later, Roger estimated that she’d spent about two-thirds of the next six hours just fucking and sucking with Mark, the rest of the time with both of them working on her, or just Roger having a turn when Mark needed a break. And while he knew that his wife enjoyed anal sex, even with his own big dick, it wasn’t something she usually wanted to do more than once a night. And yet, she’d taken Roger up the ass once that afternoon, and Mark twice. Orgasming each time, and getting spunk up her bowels each time, too.

They’d all parted as friends, looking forward to times when Mark could come back and Liz could have her fill of the two cocks she’d enjoyed that day. Again. Before he left, Mark gave Liz a long good-bye kiss, and whispered in her ear that he’d also like to see her sometime soon for some one-on-one action, and she’d whispered back that she’d be happy to fuck him, any time, anywhere. She liked him, he’d made her cum like crazy, and she wanted more sex with him. As often as they could manage it.

As Roger and Liz drifted off to sleep in bed that night, after having some nightcap sex (rather gingerly, as Liz was a bit sore), Roger was ecstatic at how well it had worked. He could now look forward to more fun adventures with his wife and other guys. He’d try and take it slow, not introduce too many new guys into their bed in a short period of time, but... it really looked like he was going to get what he wanted, from now on.

FIRST INTERLUDE

As much fun as Liz, Mark and Roger had had, and as much as it had all gone exactly as Roger had wanted it to, he hadn’t noticed how energized Liz had become, even before the threesome had hit the bedroom, and how much of a total 180-degree about-face it represented from how she’d been while she’d had the mental block. He was surprised at how strong Liz’s urges had been, but then again, she’d always had pretty strong urges in bed, with him. And because he’d been pretty highly stimulated, himself, throughout the event, he hadn’t noticed how much stronger they’d been, once they’d been released from the cage they’d been in for more than a decade. And had two guys to release them on at once.

He wasn’t yet aware that he’d made a couple of rookie mistakes when he’d set up his wife’s triggers, though he likely ought to have known that the suggestions he’d given Liz weren’t really designed to make her go wild, or at least, as wild as she had gone. They’d only been designed to let her get into being shared, and to enjoy it. He didn’t understand that his suggestions hadn’t amped her up; they’d released her to be the extremely sexual creature she’d always been, underneath the trauma and the tight control she’d clamped down onto herself, when those urges had gotten her into trouble. And that he’d taken away most restrictions on who she might decide to have sex with, when, or where.

Because, in of the suggestions themselves... First, he hadn’t specified anything about the types of guys she’d be able to resist, if she found them attractive. He’d left her no means to choose between having sex or not having sex with someone, except for whether or not she was attracted to them. And that was it. Now that her urges were at full strength and unrestrained, he’d made her unable to resist anyone she found attractive. So, her new programming, merged with her natural strong desires, would have her eagerly spreading her legs for literally anyone who caught her eye. And, unbeknownst to Roger, like most healthy females, Liz had some curiosity and attraction to females as well as males, and a lot of types of people caught her attention, sexually.

Liz had been shy of letting her urges take over ever since high school, because once she became sexually active, she found she liked fucking so much that it got in the way of living her life, got her into massive amounts of trouble, and had broken both her heart and, for a time, her spirit. In spite of that, part of her had always wanted to fuck every hunk she ed on the street; she’d kept those urges under tight control for years, only allowing herself to lose control in her marital bed, after she’d gotten married.

But Roger had let her urges out of their cage. And while he didn’t realize the extent of the changes he’d wrought to his wife yet, she’d shown him exactly how she’d react from now on—she’d fuck whoever made her horny, until one or both (or all) of them were spent. And be left wanting more.

In other words, all it took, now, was for her to look at someone, wonder what they’d be like in bed, and the moment that happened, she’d become super-willing and almost insanely eager. And up for pretty much anything, as long as it involved her getting naked and having orgasms. She’d even make the first move, if the target of her lust took too long to start addressing her urgent desires.

That’s the mindset Roger’s suggestions had created in his wife, and the overwhelming stimulation she got from having two guys fuck her silly had strongly reinforced it. And while he’d have been turned on to understand just how incredibly easy his suggestions had made her, even happy that his plans had worked out well, there was one other little catch.

You see, Roger had said nothing in his suggestions about her only wanting to fuck other people while he was around. As it stood, nothing in the suggestions he’d implanted made her only want to fuck other people in threesomes/moresomes with her hubby. In fact, if she became attracted to someone and Roger wasn’t around, well... when Mark had asked to see her again for some one-on-one fucking, in addition to fucking her when Roger wanted to share her, she’d immediately agreed, after all. Enthusiastically, even. So, seeing as how she was now actively planning on hooking up again with Mark, as often as she could, whether Roger was there or not, it wasn’t a leap of any kind to imagine her finding, say, the next-door neighbor—or his wife—attractive. Or the boys selling magazine subscriptions door to door. Or the college kid who mowed their lawn every Monday morning. Or even girls selling girl scout cookies.

While Roger wasn’t around.

Plus, deep down, she knew that Roger approved of her having these urges with other people. She didn’t consciously realize it, but her subconscious was aware that it was Roger who had personally removed her block, re-enabled her strong sexual appetites, and enjoyed the results. That he encouraged her to find other sex partners, and that the more she fucked other people, the happier he was. And, since she loved him and wanted him to be happy, she was spurred on even further, at the deepest emotional levels, to do what Roger wanted, what he’d suggested to her... to fuck like a maniac whenever she felt like it. With whomever she liked the looks of.

Which meant that, unlike in his planning, Liz wasn’t just going to be open to continuing her new role as Roger’s shared wife. She was so amazingly easy, now, that being shared was the tamest thing she was likely to do. It wasn’t going to be just Roger deciding who might end up balls-deep in his pretty wife, or grinding a wet pussy into her face while eating her out. Liz would be deciding, too. And Liz’s ability to resist pretty much anyone she found attractive was now officially set to zero.

And, deep down, she liked it set there. The more time she spent free and unchained, and the more her urges were rewarded with incredible sex and satisfying response from her husband, the harder it would be for her to place them under tight control, again. Or, eventually, under any kind of control.

Because now, once she so much as glanced at someone she liked the looks of, she’d inevitably feel her unleashed, naturally voracious urges for sex spring into her head. And, because she wanted to, she would, of course, simply... follow her new programming.