Hypnotizing Anya had a wonderful effect upon my psyche, as I felt more focused and self-assured than I had in months. I didn’t know how long it would be before she asked to be placed in the immersion state again — I smiled as I pictured a scene a few weeks in the future, seeing myself brushing her request aside, just to watch the need fester. How badly would it gnaw at her insides if I delayed, or even refused to hypnotize her? Would she become merely edgy, or markedly irritable, or even, over time, despondent? Might the hypnotic suggestions eat at her to the point of her begging me to hypnotize her again?

I could see it all so clearly in my mind — Anya on her knees pleading, or flirting with me against her nature to get her way. The vision made me hard as hell, and I decided to stop at a high-end wine shop to pick up a very special bottle of Pinot Noir. This had been a momentous evening, and I would make certain that it was also a momentous night. I was going to celebrate my newest semi-conquest by romancing and fucking the hell out of my wife’s tits tonight; that, or I’d use her favorite wine to loosen her tongue, finally confronting her about that “lost” Mira e-mail to see where we stood together.

Things hadn’t been right in my marriage ever since the Mira e-mail disappeared, and I just couldn’t live like this anymore, with my wife keeping secrets from me. It didn’t matter that I was one gigantic bag of secrets, hypnotizing and fucking Judith right under our roof. Coral and I had been in love even with my secrets draped all over me, but with the shoe on the other foot, she and I were drifting apart. It was indisputable that she had become distant and less communicative in recent days. She was holed up in her studio almost every waking minute, presumably interviewing and working with new models, which was fine. What wasn’t fine was the emotional gulf that was growing between us, and the drop-off in our nighttime adventures under the sheets.

Coral’s car was not parked out front when I returned home. Scarlet greeted me at the front door with affectionate licks and a tail that rotated helicopter-style, and I found a note on the kitchen table that my wife was running errands and would return with dinner. I uncorked the wine to let it breathe, and went upstairs to undress and shower.

I kept getting hard as I soaped my body in the hot spray, confident of how my immersion suggestions were ticking away inside of Anya, and wondering how Judith’s bird-infested day had gone. She might be lying in her bed at this very moment, completely drained from a long day of seemingly random sexual eruptions. I couldn’t stop grinning when I put on jeans and a T-shirt in the bedroom. I heard a sound out in the hallway and thought it was Scarlet, but a human shadow seen in the dresser mirror told me that Coral had returned.

“I’ve opened a bottle of wine downstairs,” I called out.

“We won’t need any wine to enjoy ourselves,” a voice that was not Coral’s replied.

It felt as though every nerve-ending in my body began to scream. My eyes were locked onto the bedroom doorway in the mirror, which became filled with the silhouette of Mira.

Mira, in my home. Mira, dressed in an almost comically tiny white nurse’s uniform. Mira, her tits compressed, cleavage flaunted. Mira, with her perfect legs sheathed in white stockings, the hem of the uniform so short that it didn’t even pretend to cover her pantyless pussy.

“What’s the matter, Michael? Surely you never imagined that we wouldn’t end up in your bedroom together. Surely you knew better than that.”

It was like my brain hiccupped fear. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, but the rising tide of adrenaline did nothing to keep my cock from an overdrive expansion in my pants. I could feel that I had unconsciously gripped the edge of the dresser with both hands, squeezing tight as if to keep from falling over. With an effort I loosened my grip, and turned to face the gorgeous haunting intruder who could not be here, but was.

“I’m always going to follow you, Michael,” she stated. “Always, and everywhere.”

I swallowed, noisily. Hearing her repeat the heart of the immersion commands inside of her made my cock twitch, and if I’d never known I had a sexy nurse fantasy lurking inside my own psyche, I certainly knew it now. There was more to the lust, though, than Mira’s fixated mind and seductive choice in costume — it was like my brain just couldn’t retain an accurate picture of her loveliness, and so she seemed to be even more beautiful every time I saw her. I drank in the shapeliness of her legs in the sleek white stockings, and noted that she had gone for the completely shaved pussy look. She saw me staring there and one corner of her mouth lifted in a sly grin.

“Come and get it, Michael,” she teased. “It’s all yours.”

“You can’t be here,” I said, my voice paper thin and oddly emotionless.

Still grinning, she lifted the hem of her skirt almost to her tits, her other hand reaching down to give her wet cunt a theatrical stroke. “We’ll always… follow… Michael…” she whispered, and the way she addressed her pussy as an equally hypnotized partner went straight into my cock, making it ache even more.

“Mira…”

She didn’t even seem to be listening. Her eyes were fixed on the bulge in my jeans, her lips suggestively licking from left to right.

“Mira, get the hell…”

“Take those jeans off and lie on the bed,” she cut me off, bending forward to touch her legs at the ankles, and running the backs of her fingers up the interior length of her calves and thighs. She was deliberately exciting me, drawing my eyes where she wanted them drawn. Her fingers hovered at the apex of her thighs, flicking. She hissed softly, eyelids fluttering, and leaned against the doorjamb for support.

I thought of so many things at once. Of how I wanted to run my hands and tongue up the length of those stockings, just as she had. Of bowling past her and locking myself in my office. Of dropping to my knees between her legs and tasting her hot nectar again, right in the doorway to my bedroom. Of my wife’s car pulling up outside, and Coral coming up the walkway. Of throwing Mira on the bed and fucking her unconscious, and trying to hide her in the bathroom until I could figure out a real plan.

“Take your pants off or I’ll start screaming,” she calmly intruded into my confusion. "You don't have any other choices, Michael."

“Mira!” I expelled. “We can’t do this, we…”

“I start screaming in three, two…”

“Okay, okay!” I surrendered, practically tearing my jeans away. Her eyes blazed as they focused on my stretched-out underwear. Almost shyly, fear clashing with desire, I worked my shorts down my legs and stepped out of them.

She came forward with her dancer’s grace, every sultry step and resulting jiggle of her breasts a fresh shockwave to my system. She stopped half a pace away and reached out, bunching the middle of my T-shirt in her fist and twisting, pulling me to her. With her other hand she reached down and roughly grasped my dick, ownership in her grip. I gasped as she began to pump it.

“So much Michael-meat for that tiny piece of Coral,” Mira scolded. “She could never satisfy you all by herself. We both know that.”

“M…Mira…”

“You’re nearly ready to come already, aren’t you? Here in your bedroom, with the wife expected back any minute, and you can’t keep yourself from wanting me.”

I gasped again as her other hand joined in manipulating my cock.

“You need to fuck me just as much as I need to fuck you!” she growled, pushing her tits into me and nibbling at my left ear. "I keep telling you that but you don't listen!"

I wanted to reach around and squeeze her round ass, pulling her even closer. I resisted the urge and my hands felt lost, poised uncertainly in the air with curled fingers. She cut through the uncertainty by grabbing my right hand and roughly directing it to her hot opening. My middle finger instinctively slipped inside and she sighed, slumping into me so that we stumbled back a step, my ass resting on the dresser edge.

“My scent is on you now,” she whispered into my ear. “There’s no turning back. Your piece of Coral will know you wanted me — that you can’t run from this, or ever turn it down.”

I knew she was right, but I could also feel survival instincts colliding with the blood stiffening my dick. I must have glanced at the door or given some other signal, because Mira suddenly jumped up onto me, her powerful legs wrapping around my torso. She pressed her bulging cleavage into my face, holding on super-tight and making it clear that she wouldn’t let go without me making a destructive chaotic scene that would do more harm than good.

“Onto the bed!” she demanded, squeezing my middle so hard with her legs that I felt compelled to obey.

I pivoted and backed towards it, and she used her weight to cause us to fall onto the mattress. She moved incredibly quickly, much faster than I could counter without a plan, completely changing her direction over top of me so that my cock was suddenly inside her mouth, her legs spread in a wide kneeling position over my face.

I groaned involuntarily as she sucked my entire length into her, twisting and swirling. Mira’s glistening opening was just inches from my mouth, the bottom of her skirt riding so high that the whole of her bare ass was showing. She sucked me down again, loudly, and I groaned as I had before.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what I could do. I could picture Coral walking in the front door and hearing us, which flooded my mouth with a very distinct taste — the taste of all the pain to come.

“Fucking eat me!” Mira commanded after releasing my cock from her mouth. “Eat me, eat me, eat me!”

My tongue slid up the length of her slit before I even knew I’d chosen to comply. I felt her thighs trembling from that very first touch, and my cock went back inside her mouth again, only her sucking was less focused this time. I knew Mira, and how commanding she could be in bed. I also knew how long it had been since we’d fucked, and how the immersion suggestions must have been eating at her all this time. I felt a glimmer of hope as I squeezed Mira’s thighs in my hands, bringing my thumbs to play with her labia while my tongue danced inside. Could her need to come be so extreme that she would become something like putty, temporarily losing her ability to function after orgasm? I remembered how she had needed to be carried out of Bill Littlefield’s basement at the bachelor party, unable to walk without assistance. I didn’t know what I’d do with her if the same thing happened here, but at least I’d have the upper hand.

I thrust the idea forward with my tongue dancing at high speed everywhere except her clitoris, teasing her mercilessly. Mira gasped into my cock and I slid down her throat again, not artfully but through her loss of control. I dabbed and swiped and wiggled my tongue in ways I knew would leave her breathless. My cock popped out of her mouth as she groaned, her voice rising in pitch, the little girl cries I remembered so well coming out of her involuntarily.

I had the initiative and I seized it, pushing her hard so that I could grasp her torso and turn her. She either let me or couldn’t stop me, and I soon had her kneeling on all fours in front of me. I gave her no warning, aiming my dick for her slippery opening and driving in with all the force I could summon, plunging in to the hilt.

Mira whooped, her head shaking wildly. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back, pouring it on from behind, thrusting and driving my entire length in and out as hard and fast as I’d ever moved, giving her no time to react, or collect, or plot. I thought I had the beginnings of a plan, but my resolve ebbed with every thrust, because my cock belonged here, ramming between these perfect legs. Mira screamed out my name and it felt so right to "Michael" repeated and stretched long in her frantic tones. She screamed other things I couldn’t hope to decipher, and in the end it was only the lust, and the fucking, and needing to feel her ass smacking against my abdomen, with no real thoughts of the future or what was to come.

We came together, Mira’s pussy clenching around me an instant before we both lost it. Mira went wild, ass raised with her head buried on the bedspread, thighs jerking, her screams of deliverance aimed into the mattress. I came like a man who'd been waiting for this one pussy for months, feeling myself spurting inside again and again. I collapsed onto her back and held her tight, remaining inside, holding on as though I'd never have to let go.

“Oh God, oh God oh God!” I heard her repeat, her voice changed.

Only Mira was still moaning into the mattress.

I knew what I would see when I lifted my eyes. Coral, at the doorway. My heart pumped ice for several quick beats, only rather than a look of horror or shock in Coral's wide eyes, she was in thong panties and naked from the waist up, kneading her big breasts and pulling at her sensitive nipples, looking like she would come any second.

She rushed forward, climbing onto the bed and over top of Mira, pushing her tits into my face. “Suck them! Fuck them!” she demanded, and without having a clue as to how this was happening, or why, I suddenly had a long hard nipple between my lips, and did what any sane man would do. My wife began to scream out commands, demanding that I suck harder, pulling at her nipples almost violently. Something changed suddenly and she rocked into me oddly, eyes shut and her mouth twisting.

It was Mira, on her side now and beginning to work at Coral's slit with her fingers. Our eyes met briefly, and I saw amusement, and satisfaction, and relief. And then Mira's head shifted, her mouth planted between Coral's thighs. With me still not understanding how one bit of this was possible, the woman I desired and feared the most in my life worked with me to fuck the living hell out of my wife.

It was nearly midnight when I made my way down to the kitchen. The bottle of wine sat untouched on the kitchen counter, but it was water I wanted. All that fucking, all that ejaculating… I’d forgotten how thirsty it made you feel. I’d forgotten a lot of things, actually. Like how it felt to have more than one woman pulling on my cock at the same time. Or how my ears rang in the middle of all that moaning and crying out and orgasmic wailing.

The “why’s” were still a complete mystery. What was known was that Mira had mostly been fucking me, while Coral had been more of an equal opportunity lover, going back and forth from my dick to Mira’s cunt like she had sexual A.D.H.D. She had never been so excitable and excited in bed before, which had been fabulous, yet perplexing.

I heard bare feet coming down the stairs as I poured myself a tall glass of wine, and really didn’t know which woman it would be. I poured a second glass, and it was Coral that I offered it to a few moments later. She had put on a sheer nightgown with nothing underneath, the silhouette of her beautiful figure backlit by the light in the hall.

“Where is Mira?” I asked.

“Asleep. She’s all… Oh Michael, I think I owe you an explanation.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to this, so I scrunched up my face, looking perplexed.

“I know you’re all confused,” Coral said, stepping into me and resting her head on my collarbone. She pulled back a little to look into my eyes, and I saw parallel scratch marks at the top of her left breast, where Mira’s nails had dug into her at one point. “I’ve been… keeping things from you,” Coral confessed. “Not exactly lying, but… Oh Michael, I hope you can forgive me.”

“For what, exactly?” I asked. I really didn’t know where we were right now, or how much Coral knew about my many misdeeds.

“It isn’t like you didn’t enjoy that,” she said.

“You mean what happened upstairs?”

“I’ve never been so excited in my life! I’ve never seen you so excited! She’s amazing!”

Most wives would not be applauding how hot another woman was when naked, or how great she was in her husband's bed. “Coral… I need to know…”

“Come with me to the studio,” she said, taking my hand. “You’ll see and I’ll… I’ll tell you everything.”

I sat on a stool in Coral’s studio and watched as she pinned large charcoal drawings to her display wall. She separated the drawings into pairs, and I began to get the picture, at least in terms of her art. At the left of each pairing, she had worked up more fully realized charcoal versions of her sketches of my ailing patients, being tended by the hospice nurses, or me. At the right, juxtaposed against these somber drawings of the sick or dying, were cock-hardening drawings of Judith, or Mira, masturbating while dressed in white fantasy nurse outfits like the one Mira had begun our night with.

“I don’t understand,” I expressed, because I did understand at least one thing: Tonight must not have been the first night that Mira had been inside my home.

“The balance between reality and fantasy," Coral stated, surveying her own work. "I'm going to want you to model again, tending to Mira in ways that have nothing to do with your hospital work. Imagine a drawing of you working with a nurse next to a dying patient, paired with one of you with your head between Nurse Mira's gorgeous legs. Can you see it? It will be fantastic!"

I could see it, but there was so much I still couldn't see.

"You aren’t to feel that you’re to blame for anything,” Coral began, sensing my mood. ”What happened tonight… I arranged it. I’ve been trying to arrange everything… for some time.”

I stared at my wife, standing there in front of her drawings in the flimsy nightgown. Suddenly she began to look like a stranger to me, a woman quite different than the one I’d thought I’d known, and married.

“I know that Judith tried to seduce you, Michael,” she said, and I felt the flesh of my arms tingle.

“What… exactly… are you telling me?” I asked.

“That I, um… I made her do it. I made her come on to you.”

I had to be careful, still unsure of what was being said, or how much Coral knew. “Go on,” I directed, gulping down the last of my wine. “How did you ‘make’ Judith come on to me?”

“I didn’t feel like I could tell you!” she blurted, looking nervous for the first time. “It was unethical and I know that — you’d never have agreed to it, and you could have gotten into so much trouble if it had all backfired in some way! So I… schemed, a little. And I watched, and took notes. It didn’t look all that hard, really, and so I, um… It was perfect, because Judith seemed so into it — she even said she had fantasies about it!”

“About what?”

“I hypnotized her.”

“You couldn’t have.”

“Bullshit! I did it and it worked, don’t try to pretend otherwise! She told me all about it, and how… Well, you know what happened as well as I do.”

I kept getting these hits of relief at what Coral might not know, but then her disjointed narrative would unnerve me, and I still wouldn’t know where we stood. Rather than feeling like I was getting the truth, what Coral was saying sounded like the imaginings of a crazy woman. I understood some of what she was saying — she'd had a hidden agenda when she had finagled her way into watching me place patients into the immersion state, carefully studying or even memorizing my methods as she sketched at the back of the room. But she could not have succeeded in hypnotizing anyone without more training; it just wasn’t possible.

I allowed her to tell me what she believed, and the chain of events began to take shape. Coral had begun to feel haunted by two intense fantasies that she’d hoped to bring to life and intertwine: She wanted to surprise me with three-way sex, and she wanted to hypnotize the additional partner into our bed. Judith was the first attempt — Judith had told her of meeting me in the kitchen, and getting off on the idea of being hypnotized. Coral saw the opening and jumped, placing her model into the immersion state and directing her in such a way that she would seduce me.

It hadn’t worked out, but not for the reasons Coral believed. Judith played her seduction game, true — she had Coral’s blessing, although she never told Coral that the hypnotic attempt had been a failure. Judith had probably faked being hypnotized — she wasn't a great actress, but Coral wouldn't know what to look for in a young and vital recipient of the technique. And then Judith had invented her little blackmail scheme to get me to hypnotize her for real, fulfilling the fantasy that Coral could never perform.

“I should have been grateful that you wouldn’t do it,” Coral explained. “Here you had this gorgeous young girl trying to get into your pants, and you wouldn’t let her seduce you.”

I’d done much more than that, and had prevented Judith from divulging our playtime, and it didn’t seem that Coral knew. “Why did you let Judith go?” I asked. "You were pissed off at her for failing to screw me?"

“I didn’t know what to do! She came back all messed up, unable or unwilling to answer my questions and acting all repressed or something! I thought… It would have been terrible if I’d messed up her mind somehow. She was obviously changed and she refused to let me try to hypnotize her again. I wouldn't have known what to do to begin with. That’s why I wanted her to work with you as a real patient, so you could straighten out anything I’d unintentionally screwed up.”

I’d worked with her, all right. My cock had been inside her and the day after tomorrow would be airplane day.

“I thought Judith was so sexy — she'd been flirting with me and I knew could swing both ways, but I had to wonder if she just wasn’t your type,” Coral went on. “And then… Mira sent you a copy of what went on at your bachelor party. It was awful of me, but I watched the film on your laptop.”

“A film? On my laptop?” I feigned.

“Yes. It was in the kitchen when I had Judith go after you. I wasn't really gone from the house, and I snooped. I figured your stripper must have gotten your e-mail address from Bill and I read her message. It was short, just: 'A reminder of what will haunt you forever. We both know you will never be able to resist this.' It pissed me off for a second, but then when I saw her, and how you… you responded to her… She’s just unbelievable; it wasn't like I could blame you. And I knew she was right, even if she was just playing her seductress role to get additional jobs. I got to thinking that if I could get hold of her and send her at you like I had with Judith..."

"Which you just did."

"And I… I wanted her, too. I haven’t been able to think of anything else for days. I kept my hands off, tried to be professional even when she was there driving me crazy in the studio. I just knew... it would be incredible... But I wanted to wait for you, too.”

And now I knew, and knew so much more. Coral erased the e-mail, but not before writing down Mira’s address. My wife, knowing nothing of the long history between us, invited the infuckingcredible stripper from my bachelor party into her studio, dressed her up seductively and drew her before “hypnotizing” her into wanting to fuck me. Hell, she probably thought she had hypnotized Mira into wanting to fuck her, too. I recalled the strange demanding questions about what woman I’d want to fuck if I had to fuck one — my wife had been trying to find the right woman for weeks, and had probably gone all deliriously wet and slippery when she got a look at Mira on my computer, and saw the way she could move and how hard she made me.

I began to laugh. Mira must have played along, hiding our past and using Coral while Coral believed she was hypnotizing an already-hypnotized woman into being a sexual assassin.

“What’s so funny?” Coral asked, smiling uncertainly. I couldn’t answer, and she began to laugh, too. “I’ve been so naughty!” she proclaimed between tears of relief. “I was so furious with this mysterious bachelor party stripper for shaving your privates, and then when I finally see her, I immediately scheme to get her into our bed! For so long I couldn’t believe that I was doing any of this, or wanting it! I thought I was going crazy! I thought…”

I stood and pulled my wife to me, and embraced her. My cock began to swell and I guided one of her small hands to it.

“I must be forgiven,” she purred, lightly stroking.

What a fucking treasure. I’d only given her the one subtle suggestion on our wedding night, to overcome any inner impediments that kept her from being true to herself sexually. Deep down she had wanted sex with a woman, and she wanted to share the woman with me. And by the hands of fate or chance or some kind of immersion-oriented karma, she’d given us the gift of the one woman alive that I wanted to fuck most of all.

“I’m only jealous of the way she can go down on you,” Coral whispered, perhaps intuiting some of my thoughts. “The look on your face when she does that… Maybe she could teach me, or…”

“Lie down on the model’s couch over there,” I commanded.

Coral stepped back and looked up, questioning.

“You have a strong gag reflex,” I explained. “You tighten up because you’re afraid.”

“And?”

“I can work with healing fear, and guide you into relaxing more. I’m going to put you into the immersion state now, and we’re going to work at making you a head-giving genius.”

Her brow furrowed for an instant, but then she assented. “You think it would work?”

“Maybe not in just one go. But yes, I’ll bet it will work.”

Coral reached down and grabbed hold of my very hard dick, and held onto it as we walked together to the couch. “I can’t wait,” she said, settling in. "Make me the best. Make Mira need to learn how to give blowjobs from me!"