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Don't read this if your not supposed to!
A few weeks later......
After setting up Marcy to seduce my wife Colleen, I was in a quandary.
Should I pre-suggest something to my wife or not. I debated this issue for
a while and figured it would be more fun not to. Let Marcy work for her
pleasure I figured for as much as she teased me.
I pretty much stayed away from Marcy for the next few weeks although it
was hard. I kept flashing back to her screams of pleasure as I ploughed
her on her on own bed without her having any knowledge that I had done so.
Now that I had implanted Marcy with the suggestion that she lust after
my wife, Marcy called almost every night. As near as I could tell, these
conversations were pretty much girl talk and nothing overtly sexual about
them. Since I hadn't hypnotized my wife, Colleen, I got this information
in a round about way from conversations with her. Whenever, I would ask
Colleen what they had talked about, her usual response was, "oh we just
talked about things" and Colleen felt that Marcy was just lonely and needed
someone to talk to. Yeah, little did she know.
I had arranged to be out of town for an evening. Marcy was calling at
least twice a day now and usually right before we went to bed. Colleen
would talk to her every time, feeling 'sorry' for her sister, I suspected.
As I expected, when news came of me being called out of town for an
evening, Colleen informed me that her and Marcy where going to get together
and maybe go out. I said, "I'm sure that you too will have a good time and
at least the phone won't be busy. I might need to call in and use some
files on my computer while at the customer's site."
Of course Colleen didn't know that I had recently purchased some
wireless web cams and had hooked them to my computer. What a great
invention! I had one in the master bedroom, one in the living room, one on
the front porch, and one in the hallway. Since we had smoke detectors
installed throughout the house it was a simple matter of concealing the
cameras in the detectors. The outside camera was concealed in the porch
light fixture. The views were fantastic and I was looking forward to
trying them out.
I left town the next afternoon being sure to setup the computer for dial
in access. Ah, technology is a wonderful thing. Of course I only went to
the neighboring town and checked into the local motel. Hell, if I was
going to be online for a while, I didn't want to have to pay long distance
charges.
I kept fantasizing about how Marcy was going to pull this off. Just the
thought of it would get me hard. I dialed in a couple of times during the
evening and was unable to see anything in any of the cams. It appeared
that no one was home. I figured Marcy and my wife probably went out for
dinner or something.
It was now shortly after 1:00 AM and I was starting to get concerned. I
dialed into my computer and checked all the video cameras and everything
was dark. I began thinking of ways to contact them to see just where in
the hell they where at. I'm getting anxious and my perpetual hard on was
starting to get painful. I decided to leave the laptop hooked up with the
outside camera view.
Sure enough, within about five minutes, I see Marcy's car pull up. I
see Marcy turn off her headlights and park the car. She then gets out of
her car and walks around to the passenger side. I'm straining to hear, but
so far the microphone in the camera is not picking up any sounds. I see
Marcy open the passenger side door and reach in and drag Colleen out of the
car by the arm. Marcy is wearing this really tight black skirt that hits
her about mid thigh and what appears to be a peasant blouse. You know, the
ones that have elastic around the top and leave the neck and shoulders
exposed. She looked good enough to eat. I was wishing she had bent over
more when she pulled Colleen out of the car. The biggest surprise was when
Colleen got out of the car. She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse and
an equally short skirt. I wasn't sure, but I could have sworn I saw the
top of a stocking as she got out of the car. I hurriedly started the
laptop recording.
In the back of my mind, I kept thinking what in the world is going on
here. Colleen never dresses this sexy for me when we go out. Then I hear
the two of them giggling and laughing like crazy. Watching them stagger to
the front door, it dawns on me that they are both drunker than skunks. As
they both fumble through Colleen's purse for the house keys, I can finally
hear what they are saying.
Colleen giggles and said, "I should have never let you talk me into
this"
Marcy gives her a playful pat on the ass and replies, "yeah right. I
didn't talk you into anything. You lost the bet fair and square and I got
to pick out your clothes."
Colleen just giggled again. Then laughingly says, "Yeah, well I didn't
know that included a garter belt." After she finished stating this, both of
them nearly fell down laughing. As they were clutching one another,
Colleen accidentally pulls on Marcy's top practically exposing her breast.
This of course, caused them to laugh even harder. I did notice that Marcy
took her time in pulling it back up. Always a tease!
Needless to say after this conversation, I'm standing at full attention.
They finally get the door open and manage to get inside. I flip to the
hallway cam in time to see them stagger to the living room. I quickly
changed cams again. The sound is even better inside without all the
outside noise. They seemed to hang on one another as they walked into the
living room and as soon as Colleen spied the couch, she flopped down on it.
When she sat, I had a great overhead view of my wife's skirt riding up her
thighs and yes; I could definitely see a stocking top and part of a garter
snap. Oh my, she looked hot! Marcy went to the disk player and put on
some rather soft music I thought considering their partying mood.
I noticed Marcy looking at Colleen's legs as she said, "I'm going to the
ladies room, I'll be back in a moment." Colleen just nodded and mumbled
something that I was unable to pick up. As Marcy walked off, I thought she
looked rather sober. As I switched to the hallway cam, she was definitely
walking better. I switched back to the living room cam and sure enough,
Colleen had her eyes closed and was lying slightly slumped over.
Now it was becoming clear to me. Marcy had concocted a plan to get
Colleen out for a few drinks and had succeeded in getting her blind drunk.
Not only that, but had somehow gotten her into some sexy clothing, despite
Colleen's objections. Something that I have never been able to do. I'll
have to find out about this bet that they made the next time Marcy and I
have a 'session'.
Marcy was gone for a good ten minutes and then came strolling back into
view. She knelt down beside my wife and began to shake her while calling
her name. Marcy actually shouted in a very loud voice once or twice, but
it appeared that nothing she did would rouse my wife, Colleen.
I thought here is were its going to get interesting. Marcy carefully
moved the coffee table away from the couch. She then gently rolled Colleen
onto the plush carpeting of the living room. As she rolled her over, I
nearly came in my pants, as she looked so sexy there sprawled out on the
floor, with her red hair splayed out around her head. Her right arm was
lying by her side and her left arm was across her stomach. Her left leg
was slightly crossed across the top of her right leg and with her short
skirt riding up farther, I could see the tops of both stockings and the
garter belt snaps.
Marcy ran her hands up Colleen's legs raising her short skirt. I could
now see that my wife had on a pair of black, French cut skimpy lace
panties. Marcy bent over and kissed one of her creamy white thighs right
above the stocking top. Man, I couldn't have placed this camera any better
than if I had been there filming in person. I double-checked to see that
the hard drive was recording. It was. I quickly pulled out my dick and
started massaging it as Marcy licked the front of my wife's panties. With
that, Colleen let out a little moan, which caused my dick to twitch and
Marcy to sort of jump. Marcy quickly called my wife's name again a few
times with no response. So obviously she wasn't so far out of it, that she
couldn't feel things, but probably out of it enough to not realize who was
doing the feeling. I got to hand it to Marcy, a marvelous plan.
Marcy again pressed her face to the front of my wife's panties and ran
her hands up to massage her breasts. Colleen again let out a little
whimper and shifted her legs. It looked to me like she spread them just a
fraction of a bit. Marcy must have noticed it too as she began to unbutton
Colleen's blouse. Too my surprise my wife was not wearing a bra! Wow!
I've never been able to get her to go out in public braless. Must have
been some bet. Why didn't I notice this before? I pumped even harder.
Marcy massaged my wife's breasts, as she lay helpless on the floor.
Colleen made these little whimpering noises that were beginning to really
turn me on. Apparently for Marcy as well. She sucked on each of Colleen's
breasts making the nipples stiffen even more. Then she quickly pulled her
sister's panties down over her high-heeled shoes and tossed them onto the
chair. Marcy quickly spread Colleen's legs apart and dove right in, making
these slurping and licking noises that the hidden microphone all too easily
picked up. I swear at that moment, I almost came all over my computer. I
think the only thing that kept me from blowing right then and there was
watching Marcy slowly turning to position herself over my wife's face. I
couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife was going to actually taste
her sister's pussy! OH MAN, this is great. Sure enough, Marcy got into
position without missing a lick and pulled up her short black skirt. From
the angle of the camera, I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties at
all. Most have lost those in the bathroom. I couldn't tell but from the
angle it appeared as if my wife was indeed returning what she was
receiving. At least Marcy was furiously humping her hips against my wife's
face so something must be happening there.
I could hear these little squeaks and groans as the humping action got
faster. It was apparent that Marcy was picking up the pace, by the speed
at which her hips were moving against her sister's face. It also appeared
to me that my wife was also moving her hips as well against Marcy's oral
ministrations. This only went on for about three minutes, before the
orgasms started flying. I saw my wife's hips rise completely off the floor
and Marcy furiously humping Colleen's face while emitting this mewling
sound with her mouth buried in my wife's cunt. It was at this time that I
just narrowly turned away from my computer as cum spattered all over the
bed spread and floor of my hotel room. Man, what an explosion.
I watched as Marcy rolled off my wife. Her skirt was bunched up around
her waist and her eyes were closed. My wife's skirt was pulled up around
her waist as well and her legs were splayed out. Her blouse was open and
her nipples were pointing at the ceiling. The garter belt, stockings, and
high heels were still on. Her face was wet from Marcy's juices and some of
her luscious red hair was plastered about her face. She had this dreamy
look on her face. Marcy was just lying their trying to get her breathing
under control. Her wet bush also exposed for my view.
After a few minutes, Marcy got up and headed for the bathroom. I
figured she was going to get cleaned up. She left Colleen lying on the
floor just as she was, her cunt still moist from Marcy's tonguing, and her
face shining from Marcy's explosive orgasm. I was admiring her lying
there, when I noticed another dark shape enter the edge of the picture.
What the hell is that? Then I recognized it. It was Rex, our German
shepherd! My cock started getting hard all over again. Where was Marcy? I
switched to the hall cam, the bathroom door was still closed. I quickly
switched back to the living room cam in time to see Rex sniffing at my
wife's moist cunt. I was immediately hard again, when Rex took his first
lick. This I hadn't bargained for. It was bad enough that I had
hypnotized Marcy for my purposes and had her seduce my wife Colleen to feed
our hidden fantasies, but to let the dog have her?
Colleen had often remarked that Rex sometimes put his nose where it
wasn't supposed to be and on numerous occasions, he had been reprimanded
quite severely. Now, unless Marcy got back to the living room soon, Rex
was going to stick his nose wherever he wanted. I switched back to the
hall cam and the bathroom door was still closed. Come on Marcy, hurry up!
I switched back to the living room cam. Rex was rapidly cleaning up all
the sweet juices from my wife's red pubic hair. Now it appeared that he
was concentrating on her wet slit. Despite my earlier revulsion, I was
getting extremely turned on. I still was hoping that Marcy would show up
and put a stop to this. As Rex was starting to apply his tongue with
gusto, I heard the bathroom door open and waited for Marcy to appear on the
scene. I started to pump my cock with vigor again, waiting for Marcy to
yell at Rex any minute and shoe him off. After a couple of quick strokes,
I realized that I hadn't heard anymore of Marcy. Rex was really going to
town, and my wife had actually spread her legs out farther and was
beginning to moan, quite loudly as a matter of fact. I switched to the
hall cam and it was then that I could make out Marcy sitting on an easy
chair in the corner of the room. She had taken her blouse off and had one
leg up on the arm of the chair with her skirt bunched up around her waist.
She was working a huge dildo in and out of her at a rapid pace, all the
while watching Rex have at her sister, my wife. She wasn't about to stop
this! She must have cleaned up and brought out the dildo for further play
with my wife, but was interrupted by Rex.
Meanwhile Rex was having the time of his life and so apparently was my
wife. She was now humping her hips against Rex's tongue thrusts at a rapid
pace. Marcy continued to push the dildo in and out of her pussy, but I was
less interested in her now that my wife was being ravaged by Rex's tongue.
My wife came and came as Rex continued to assault her womanhood with his
long, pink tongue. I think she just reached a point where she couldn't
take anymore and literally passed out. Somewhere in there I heard Marcy's
moans and orgasm as well. It was a little hazy to me also as I shot
another huge load all over the bedspread. Good thing I used a fake name
and paid in cash.
Rex was now licking my wife's breasts as he had finished cleaning her
below the waist to his satisfaction. I heard Marcy get up and head back
down the hallway. I didn't bargain for this at all, but I enjoyed it more
than I had anticipated at the beginning. Marcy apparently enjoyed it as
well. I wonder how she would feel being fucked by a dog? I think that
would be a fitting punishment for what she subjected my wife to. Although,
Colleen seemingly enjoyed her session, she wouldn't in a million years have
submitted to that idea consciously. I think Marcy is going to have to
baby-sit Rex for a few days and maybe with a few hypno triggers, I can get
her to subject herself to Rex's ministrations as well. Maybe even make her
consciously aware of what she was doing. Yes that would be a fitting
punishment and one that I will now look forward to.
Looking back at the living room cam, Rex was now happily licking my
wife's face. My wife, Colleen suddenly was flailing her arms and shouting
at Rex to get away from her. She was scolding Rex for knocking her off the
couch and making a mess of her clothes. Marcy came running in from the
hallway, with concern written all over her face. My wife groggily got to
her feet and told Marcy, "look what this idiot dog did to my clothes!" and
then started giggling again. Clearly my wife had no idea at what Rex or
Marcy had done to her, and blamed her disheveled clothes and moisture on
Rex's saliva. Luckily she was still too drunk to realize that her panties
were missing and that she was thoroughly wet elsewhere.
Marcy giggling said, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and in bed. I
never knew that you couldn't hold your liquor". Yeah, right. Wait till
Rex decides to make you his dog slut, I thought as I hung up the phone and
packed up my laptop.
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=== I apologize to all you hypno-fetishists out there as there is no
hypnotism at all in this chapter. I originally wrote this as an erotic
piece using hypnotism, but it has transgressed in to someone submitting to
sexual pleasures who is totally unconscious on a physical level, but
remains highly involved subconsciously and at the whim or control of the
person who is subjecting person(s) or thing(s) to their will, which to me
is another aspect of hypnotism that I find erotic. I promise in the next
chapter to utilize hypnotism to make Marcy a good pal of Rex. As always I
would love to hear your comments and you can email me at
ursosmooth@hotmail.com.
And for the ladies who responded to my first efforts, if any of you
would like to correspond and maybe share some erotic chats and/or
encounters along these lines or others, please get back in touch with me.
You were all an inspiration to me! Thanks to all for your comments to my
first efforts and I hope you enjoy this one as well. DrS.
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