"The Wives De-Programming Club"

       But there was something missing to make him truly happy. In 25 years of marriage, he had not been able to overcome many of his wife's sexual inhibitions. He loved her with all his heart and soul, and he knew she was missing out on some of the most pleasurable things in life. 

       Lorraine was extremely modest, never having been really comfortable being nude, she had never masturbated and didn't want to hear about oral or anal sex, and, while Larry knew that she usually climaxed whenever they fucked, she wasn't very expressive about it. Her lovemaking was, essentially, a reversed version of the stereotypical "Wham-Bam-Thank you, mam!". Very seldom would she let the lights on, foreplay was really non-existent --as she kept complaining of too sensitive nipples, and stopped cold all of Larry's attempts to finger her--. It was Larry, not Lorraine who had to fake orgasm many times, and then wait for her to be asleep to jerk-off. 

       At 44, Lorraine considered herself fat and unattractive. In reality, the 10 or 20 pounds she kept telling herself she ought to lose enhanced her all natural 34B-28-38 figure. She was very attractive, standing at 5'7", with high cheekbones, pert and firm breasts, flat tummy, great hips and an absolutely gorgeous ass, her 140 lbs. simply made her look voluptuous. However; her most alluring features were her superb legs --she had been a professional ballet dancer, and it showed--, her contagious warm smile, and the child-like amazement that made her clear blue eyes sparkle whenever she learned something new. Her dirty blonde, sometimes reddish brown mane, usually shoulder length, beautifully framed her features. She was very desirable, and Larry knew that. He just wished she realized it too. 

       He wasn't interested in looking elsewhere for what she wouldn't give him, and simply ignored the many advances he received through the day. At 6'4" and 180 lbs. of muscle, he was the ultimate dark handsome stranger the female of the species finds attractive, and his graying temples and always confident demeanor gave him an additional distinguished air of authority. 

       The only other women he enjoyed were the unsuspecting wives of like minded individuals. 

       Unbeknownst to Lorraine, he had secretly installed sophisticated surveillance systems in their home, her car and her restaurant --the only places of her world without cameras and microphones were the restrooms and staff dressing room in the restaurant, and her publisher's offices; Larry didn't want any trouble with the law--. He already had literally hundreds of hours of videotape, featuring her at all times of day and night, in all states of undress and totally naked, and in her and their most intimate moments. 

       Larry was not only a true voyeur, but he also enjoyed, enormously, showing off his wife to others. Lorraine would have died of embarrassment had she known how many of her neighbors, relatives and friends, and Larry's acquaintances had either seen her dressing, undressing, showering, bathing, using the toilet, or being fondled and fucked by her husband the past 20 years. He, on the other hand was totally shameless. Not that he didn't love Lorraine; because he did, with all his heart and soul, he enjoyed showing her off because he was proud of her. 

       And she wasn't just a trophy wife, either. A very successful intellectual property attorney, Lorraine had switched careers a few years back and become a best-selling international thrillers writer. And for the last six months she had turned her new restaurant into the place to see and to be seen in town. 

       Yes, Larry had every right to be proud of his wife. But he knew they were missing out on a great part of the fun. He conceived the idea of having the surveillance systems installed after the countless times that his loving and patient prodding to have her pose naked or in sexy lingerie for him had been either declined, or simply ignored by her. This is when he began taping her without her knowledge; being a natural born leader, he applied his business savvy to identify and target other men in his same situation. 

       Through casual conversations, he eliminated most of his prospects; but, a selected few began sharing the videos and pictures of their unsuspecting wives amongst themselves. To everyone's enjoyment, except the unsuspecting wives. And this is what Larry didn't like about the scheme. 

       He wanted Lorraine to have fun too, not just to be the object of admiration of her now many secret admirers. Actually, he wanted all the wives that everyone in the group knew so intimately by now to enjoy their unintended public exhibitions too. 

       The problem was that all of those women had made it very clear that they wouldn't. 

       After a thorough investigation, the group of husbands decided to seek the best female hypnotherapist in the world, Dr. Adrienne Welter, Ph.D. (her doctorate was in applied psychology), to retain her in exclusivity. The fee they offered, guaranteed her acceptance, that she would not see any ethical or moral objections in their plan, and afforded her to hire the best behavioral scientists and physicians to achieve the task. The penalties imposed by the confidentiality agreement they made her sign, guaranteed her silence. 

       Once she began working for them, she asked for a thorough brief on each of the wives involved to determine the best approach with each of them. Every human being wants to change something about him or her if possible; the individual course of action would target that desire. 

       Most of the wives didn't know each other, but some did. It was decided that each of the husbands of those who didn't know any of the other wives would introduce Adrienne to his respective wife individually, as his company's hypnotherapist. For those who knew each other, Adrienne would be introduced at a party, as Larry's company's hypnotherapist. 

       Adrienne made it clear that there were no guarantees and that the group should expect that some of the wives will not accept her suggestions. The fact that she was a 70-something matronly figure, would make it easier to gain her patients' confidence. 

       At the party, Lorraine was delighted to meet Adrienne. Being the hostess, she spent much time with her guest of honor, and they quickly bonded. She didn't know, of course, that the hypnotherapist already knew her... much better that she knew herself. 

       Adrienne and her staff of behavioral scientists had studied the detailed brief Larry had given them several weeks before, and, most important, they had analyzed her, carefully and thoroughly, by viewing Larry's vast tape collection. Each of her tastes, habits, acts and omissions have been dissected by Adrienne's staff. Her medical charts have been reviewed too. Anything she could say or do was already expected by Adrienne, Lorraine had no secrets for her, except the reason for her sexual immaturity. 

       With all that knowledge, it was easy for Adrienne to guide the conversation to sleep disorders --it had been determined that Lorraine would eagerly welcome the possibility of sleeping through a night. 

       As anticipated, Lorraine anxiously started asking many questions on the subject, and easily accepted when Adrienne volunteered to try hypnotherapy on her. It was determined that she would stop by Adrienne's office the very next day, just as planned.