AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
I live an almost perfect life. I have a good job and a beautiful wife, Jan, of just three years. The only fly in the ointment is Jan. Although she is very beautiful and I love her dearly, she has a very low sexual drive. Not that she ever says no to me. In fact, I have a very active sex life with her, but I'm afraid that she doesn't enjoy herself as much as I would like.
Things would have continued like this if it wasn't for Tim. He arrived on a transfer from our London office. We hit it off straight away and before too long we were having dinner parties and Barbies at each other's house. Not only that, he was a football fanatic like me, so most home games we would go along to The Dell and watch the Saint's lose. After one memorable loss, we drowned our sorrows in the local Pub and got very drunk. We swapped stories and sexual adventures and I told him about my problem with Jan.
It wasn't for some time later that Tim mentioned it again. "Alan," he said being serious, "if you want, I think I can help you out with Jan's problems." I had forgotten I had said anything about it and I didn't really want to discuss it again. "Sally was the same," he carried on, Sally being his gorgeous wife; a slim blonde with incredible legs. "It all stems from their upbringing you know, parents have a lot to answer for. In fact, the only time she would let go and really enjoy herself was when she was drunk."
"What did you do to help, other than get a lot of booze in?" I asked.
"I hypnotised her," he said.
"Oh," somewhat taken aback, "I didn't know you could do that."
"Well I couldn't till I read somewhere that it might help Sally, and I didn't want to take her to anybody else, so I read up on the subject. Of course Sally was very suggestive, which helped, but if you want, I could have a go at Jan."
"I don't really know," I said, "give me some time to think about it, OK?"
"Sure, no problem, and in the meantime I think I'll get in some practice in on Sally," he added with a smile.
I knew one thing, it couldn't go on like this. As much as we loved each other, sex was an important part of any relationship, a bonding agent so to speak, and if it wasn't working between us, one day it would all fall apart.
"Okay, say for one moment I agreed," I said to Tim, "what would it involve?"
"Well, to make sure things work okay, I would ask you to slip Jan a Valium or something similar to make her relax," he said. "Perhaps one night when you and Jan are over for dinner, then I would take Jan somewhere quiet and put her under, leaving you to keep Sally company. I would whisper in Jan's ear."
"What would you say to her then?" I asked.
"Well, it depends on what the problem is really. It may take some time to find out. I suppose I better pre-program Sally or she may spoil things," he mused.
"Yes, but what will you do?" I asked.
"Well, I suspect it was either an incident in her life, like a flasher in the park, or just her mum telling her that sex is dirty and only bad girls enjoy it. Once we know, I just have to reverse these feelings, tell her that things are all right and that she can enjoy sex. You know it's a waste that a gorgeous girl like Jan doesn't enjoy sex like she should."
"Okay," I said, "let's do it. What do I have to lose?"
"Right, next Friday you're over for dinner anyway, let's do it then," he smiled at me. "I promise you won't regret it."
Friday came and I watched Jan getting dressed. Although her sex drive may be low, she always dresses to please. Tonight she was wearing a matching two piece, which had a very short skirt and a low-cut, button-up jacket, over her braless size 'D' breasts. She looked great and I would've liked to jump her bones right then, but we were already a little late. The dinner was good, with plenty of chat -- mostly football between Tim and I and clothes between Jan and Sally. The dinner things were cleared away and new drinks poured. Tim gave me a big wink to tell me things were about to start. After about fifteen minutes, Jan started to feel woozy and Tim and I took her into the bedroom to lie down for awhile.
When we returned, Tim went straight to Sally who was sitting on the sofa and said, "Sally sleep." Her head dropped and she was under.
"Wow," I said, "that was easy."
"Yeah... well, I've been practising on her all week," he said with a short laugh. "Okay, you stay here and have a couple of drinks. This may take awhile, OK?"
I walked up and down for what seemed like ages. Every now and again I would look down at the sleeping figure of Sally, noting that her short skirt was well up her thighs, enough for her to be showing her knickers. After about thirty minutes or so, I couldn't wait anymore so I quietly moved to stand by the bedroom door; I could hear Tim's voice but not his actual words. I pushed the handle down and opened the door a crack. I froze at the sight.
There was Tim sitting on the bed next to the hypnotised Jan, his head low talking quietly into her ear. His free hand was massaging her naked breast. He had undone the buttons of her jacket and opened it up to expose her. His hand was moving from one tit to the other, squeezing and thumbing her nipples. My mind was in turmoil, but my cock was suddenly very hard in my pants. I shut the door and tried to think. Should I walk in and demand an explanation and probably lose a good friend or let it go? One thing I couldn't ignore was the hardness in my pants. Seeing Tim fondling my wife had got me extra hard. My eyes then found the sleeping form of Sally. I sat down beside her, my eyes travelling over those long, lovely legs of hers. The only thing I knew about hypnoses was from reading stories on the net, but I decided to try something.
"Sally, can you hear my voice?" I said in her ear. She nodded, oh my. "Okay Sally," I carried on, feeling a little more confident, "from now on, you will find Alan sexually exciting and you also find it exciting to expose yourself to him. When you sleep at night, you will dream about Alan in all types of sexual situations." The only other thing I could do now was install a trigger like Tim had obviously done. "Sally, you will return to this state not only when Tim says the words 'Sally sleep' but when Alan does too. Do you understand?" Again she nodded.
I stood up to retrieve my forgotten drink when the bedroom door opened.
"Is she all right?" I asked.
"Yeah fine. As we suspected it's the 'good girls don't do that' syndrome, plus a few other little things as well," he said with a smile. I did notice a hard lump in his pants too. "She'll sleep for a bit. When she wakes up she'll feel fine. Her problems won't be cured in one session though, so we better do this again another time. Now I better wake Sally up too."
I listened, with interest to his words, as he woke his wife up. When Jan woke up later she said she felt fine and asked if we could go home.
I didn't notice any difference in Jan's attitude that week and when I mentioned this to Tim, he said that it takes time for her mind to except these new instructions. Sally and Tim were due over for a Barbie the following weekend, but the weather was wet so we had it indoors. About midnight, everybody was very mellow, when Tim got up and whispered to his wife Sally. Her eyes closed and I knew she was asleep. He then said "Sleep Jan" to my wife and her eyes closed too.
"Okay Alan, help me take Jan into your bedroom and I'll leave you to look after Sally," he said.
I noticed the telltale bulge in his pants. "Yeah, okay," I said, "I'll have a couple of drinks."
As soon as they disappeared from view, I sat next to Sally.
"Sally, do you hear me?" She nodded. I had been to the library in the week and had read up on hypnosis a bit. "Sally, I want you to go deeper and deeper, where you will feel so relaxed and secure. You will then wait for my voice to tell you what to do next. Now go deeper... that's right." My cock had never been so hard. "Tell me about your dreams?" I asked.
In a soft girlish voice she relayed her sexual dreams about me -- kidnap, rape, romance... they were all in there. While she talked, I looked over her slim figure. Again she had worn a short skirt to show off those great legs of hers. My hand slowly moved up her silk-like thigh, gently squeezing as I went. As my hand moved higher, her legs opened to allow me better access. I could feel the heat from her pussy and when I touched the gusset of her knickers she came with a soft sigh. This was no time to take things further, what with Tim in the next room, so I reluctantly left her and went to see what he was doing to my wife.
There was a glass fanlight over the bedroom door, so I moved a nearby chair over and stood on it. There was Jan lying on our bed, again her top was open to reveal her great tits. Tim was talking softly to her while he fondled her. He was speaking so softly that I couldn't hear his words, but every now and again I saw her head nod. I stood there for some time watching her tits get a good mauling. Then I saw Jan herself reach down and pull up her short skirt to reveal her sexy knickers. His hand left her tits and started to rub her between her legs. While he did, she opened her legs wide, just as Sally had done for me, to allow him better access. As I watched, I could tell that Jan was on the verge of her first ever orgasm. Her breath became short and rapid, then her body arched and she froze as she came.
Time to move. I put the chair back and went into the kitchen for a top up. When I returned everybody was there, awake and refreshed.
Sunday morning was a traditional time for a slow, romantic fuck. Well, it started out slow and romantic, but it soon turned into a frenzied rut. Looks like Tim's words were having an effect at last. This was the first time that Jan had ever had an orgasm while I fucked her. I think she was more surprised than I was.
"Wow, what happened there?" she said still breathless.
"You just came," I said with a big smile on my face.
"Oh wow, let's do it again," she said, jumping on top of me. Even the sight of her magnificent size 'D' couldn't get me hard that quickly.
"Soon love," I said, "just give me a few minutes OK?"
It wasn't long before I was again thrusting between her legs and giving her magnificent tits a good going over. While she was dozing I couldn't resist.
"Sleep Jan," I whispered in her ear. Her breathing became shallow as her sleep became hypnotic. "Now Jan," I said when I had taken her deep into her trance, "I want you to tell me what Tim said and did to you last night?"
"He took me into this lovely deep trance and told me how beautiful I was," her small voice barely audible. "He undid my top and touched my breasts. He said that I had a great pair of tits and I must show them off by going braless more often."
"Yes what else?" I prompted.
"He told me that I love having men look at my tits and it would make me feel all sexy and randy when I noticed them looking."
Despite my having already fucked her twice this morning, I was hard again. "And what else," I said.
"He wanted to know about my past sexual contacts. Who was the first boy to touch my tits and where?"
"So tell me?" I asked.
"It was Roy Simon, behind the sports pavilion," her small voice continued, "when I was fifteen. My boobs had grown a lot over the past few months and lots of boys were looking at them. Roy took me behind the pavilion and we kissed, then he touched me first on top of my clothes, then he pulled my blouse loose and pushed his hand underneath."
"What else did he ask you?" I asked.
"He wanted to know the naughtiest thing I had ever done," she said.
"And what was that?" I said, getting really hard.
"I was behind the bike sheds with a couple of boys from my class, Billy Watts and Paul Jones. They had undone my blouse and had pushed my bra up. They were kissing and touching my breasts, getting me all hot. Then the Caretaker caught us. He shouted at me, calling me a 'slut' for letting them touch me like that and he threatened to call my parents. I ran all the way home crying. The last thing he told me was I must allow him to access to my tits like this, whenever we were safely alone. I would feel the urge for him to touch me."
"Okay my love, sleep now," I said. "You will wake in five minutes feeling refreshed and horny. You will remember nothing of this conversation."
I suspected that Jan's sexual past was no different to any other young girl, a time of excitement, of experiments and of thrills. But to Jan's mind, twisted by her mother's strict upbringing, these events had a very big effect on her, so much so that she had switched off her own sexual self, that is, until now.
The only thing left to do was to return the favour to Tim and have a go at his wife Sally. By now her dreams should have had an effect on her, so when I met her in Tesco's car park while she loaded her shopping into her boot, I suggested we move to the quiet corner of the car park and have a chat. This chat consisted of her front seat being reclined, and her knickers being removed and my hard cock thrusting between her unbelievable great legs. Her small but firm size 'B' filled my hand nicely, her nipples hard like bullets. Then she came with only a slightly louder sigh than the other night.
"Was that nice?" I asked. She just nodded her head and smiled. "Good, do you want to do this again sometime?" I asked. Again she just nodded. "Okay," I said zipping up my trousers, "I'll see you soon then." Then just before I left I asked. "Dig out a nice picture of yourself, you know, one that shows off those great legs of yours." Again she just nodded.
I walked back to my car and I drove home.
THE END
