Harry's Honey (1/?)
A "Hot Rags" story 
by Inosolan
(cheat, wife, MF, oral, hypno)

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"Good afternoon, sir -- welcome to 'Hot Rags'; may I help you today?"

"Well, actually, I don't know what I'm doing here... I was just sort of wandering along and I happened to walk in through your door to get out of the rain...  I really doubt you've got anything I need here, though..."

"O, I don't know -- we generally find that we have *something* in here that anyone who wanders in needs."

"What -- sexy women's clothes and sex toys?  That's about as far as I can imagine from what *I* need.  That kind of stuff's the problem, as far as I can see, come to think..."

"You look tired and wet -- let me offer you some hot tea.  Right over this way, in this little alcove.  Jo -- watch the front, okay?"

"Sure, Nikki."

"Regular or herbal tea?  Lemon or milk?"

"Regular, milk, no sugar, thanks."

"Here you are -- I hope it's all right?"

"Very good..."

"So what sort of problems bring you out into the rain at this hour of the evening?"

"Nothing I can really talk about..."

"Well, just for amusement, let me read your palm while you finish your tea."

"Here..."

"Ummm.  I see a beautiful red-haired woman, very close to your heart...  your wife?"

"Yes.  Ummm, i need to leave now..."

"No -- hold on; let me look some more... I see ... oh, my ... I see other men..."

"Yes."

"Has she left you?"

"No.  I almost wish she would ..."

"Does she know you know she is being unfaithful?"

"Oh, yes."

"Does she feel ashamed?"

"O, no -- she comes home to me after every time she sees another man and she tells me all about it...  every detail."

"Here, have some more tea; it's my special blend, maybe it will help you relax a little..."

"Thank you, you're very kind ... "

"O, I enjoy helping others.  Now, exactly what is your wife doing and how did it start?"

"Why ... why should I tell you?"

"Because I can help you.  Believe me -- if anyone can help you, I can.  So tell me..."

"Well ... okay ... Mary was the only girl I ever loved... 

* * * * * * * * * *

Mary was the only girl I ever loved.  We grew up in houses next door, and, except when I was in the Army and stationed overseas, we never spent too much time apart for most of our lives.

So it was kind of inevitable that when we were both twenty-five and I was in my second year at Enormous State University, we moved in together, and, after Mary graduated, we married.  We've been married for five years, and it's been good, until... Well, until...

Until Mary decided she needed to quit smoking and that she was serious this time.  She's tried before, and never managed more than a couple weeks, but she decided that *this* time she was going to make it.  Part of the reason for the decision was another warning from her doctor, and part was that one of her friends, who had an even heavier habit thatn hers, recently quit cold and Mary figured that if June could do it, she could.

Well, after a couple of days of going not-so-quietly crazy craving a smoke, Mary asked June how she had managed it so easily, and June told her that she had found a doctor who had a unique new method for helping anyone who really wanted to change bad habits.  June said it wasn't cheap, but it worked -- look at her, she said; she hadn't even *wanted* one for over a month, and she felt a lot better about herself.  His treatments weren't ceap, but both Mary and I make good incomes, so that wouldn't be a problem.

Mary said she'd noticed that June was obviously feeling a lot better -- we'd wondered if June had a new boyfriend or something, because she seemed so happy and more at ease lately.  Mary figured it must be a new boyfriend, because June had started paying more attention to her looks and dressing more sexily, but June just said that she figured that she still had a pretty good body for a woman almost thirty years old, and since she felt better about herself, she'd decided to dress more attractively.

"Attractively" is a bit mild of a word, actually -- I'd almost say "provocatively" or even "brazenly". June had begun wearing very short skirts and very high heels, and I was pretty sure that at least part of the time she was going without any underwear.  I mean, I could clearly see her nipples under her tops, and I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing panties and...

Well. I'm married, not dead -- i still notice pretty sexy women, and June was definitely becoming more sexy.

Anyway, Mary decided that she would check on this doctor June had found and see if she thought that he could help her stop smoking. June said that she had an appointment with him herself in a day or so and that Mary was welcome to come along and see what she thought, and Mary said that sounded good.

So Mary took a day off at the office and she and June went downtown to the doctor's office.  The night after that, she said that she thought that he could definitely help her, though she wasn't sure if he could do as much for her as he had for June, but she was going to begin seeing him immediately; two or three times weekly at first, then less often as the treatment proceeded and she needed a smoke less and less.

Her first regular appointment was the next day, as a matter of fact, and she explained that as it was the first time, it would take most of the day, so, early in the morning she drove off to the doctor's office.

That evening, she seemed thoughtful and sort of quiet, and only said anything if I asked her a question or said something to her.  But, at the same time, she seemed a bit more attentive in a physical way -- she sat next to me on the couch instead of in her favourite recliner chair, and she brushed closely against me a couple of time when there was plenty of space to pass by in.

And that night in bed, for the first time in a while, she made the first sexual moves.

Understand, Mary and I have a pretty good sex life, and we both enjoy it and we do it at least as often as most couples our age, but usually I'm the aggressor.  Mary responds more than satisfactorily, but it's very seldom that she comes on to me.

But this night, as I was settling down to sleep, I felt Mary snuggling up close to me.  I didn't think too much of that until her hand sneaked around from behind me and gently but firmly began to stroke my crotch.  I know I sort of jumped, and I could feel myself stiffening as her warm soft hand pumped me slowly and gently but firmly.  I heard her chuckle quietly, and she pressed up against me more closely, and I could feel her hard hot nipls touching my skin.

We lay here that way for a few seconds, and then she began to kiss me gently on the back of my neck and on my shoulder.

After a few more seconds, she gripped me more tightly and gave a little tug as she whispered "What's the matter, Harry?  Don't you want to fuck me?"

Well, that did it.  Mary hardly ever used that word; she could talk lovingly and even sexily without using any "dirty" word, and she didn't usually like to, and hearing her invite me in those words was enough... more than enough.

I rolled over to face her. With her free hand, she caught my head, pressed my face to hers, kissed me hard and deep with a lot of tongue, and then, before i completely realised what she was doing, she pushed me back onto my back, reared up still holding my now fully-erect cock, swung a leg over me, and lowered herself all the way onto me in one quick motion.

She was so hot and wet and ready!

I pushed upward and she thrust downward to meet me, then began grinding her hips in a way she sometimes did when she was very excited.  My whole cock was gripped tight in her hot wet passage and it was as if it were being massaged and pumped by her muscles.  It was so sexy, looking up at her as she looked down at me with a wicked grin on her face, leaning forward with her hands on my shoulders, grinding her hips against mine, that I came faster and harder than i usually do -- a huge gush that caught me by surprise, and pumped her so full that it oozed out around my still-erect cock.

She made about two more strokes with her hips, then collapsed forward onto me, stiffening and moaning as I felt the muscles in her cunt gripping me more tightly and milking the last drop of fluid out of my cock and balls.

After it was over, we lay there in the dark, and Mary reached down and stroked my softening cock as she explained that the doctor had told her that one way she could help herself stop smoking was to find something else she liked and do that instead.  She allowed as how it had suddenly come to her as we lay there that she *really* liked sex, and she had been starting to crave a cigarette, so...

Snuggled up together like new lovers, we both fell asleep.

Next morning, though I didn't really pay any attention to it at the time, I sort of realised that Mary was acting as if we hadn't made love at all the night before.  I mentioned it and she sort of passed it off, saying she was glad I'd been satisfied, or words to that effect.  It didn't really bother me at the time.

The next day, she had another appointment with the doctor, and so did June, so they rode into town together, then went to a movie to kill the rest of the afternoon.

That evening, June came over for dinner, and I noticed that she and Mary spent more time than usual talking privately, stopping if I came near, occasionally giggling and then glancing my way as if to see if I'd heard.  I assumed that they were talking about themovie they'd seen, and didn't think of it too much.

Looking back, I can see all sorts of signs that I missed...

June went home shortly before our usual bedtime, and I was sitting on the couch in my boxers and watching the ten o'clock news when Mary suddenly plopped herslf down in my lap. She was wearing a shorty nightgown she hadn't worn in some time, which i'd always found very sexy, and, as she snuggled against me and wiggled a bit in my lap, i became aware that she wasn't wearing anything under it.  I could clearly feel her warm, tight ass cheeks pressing against me, and, being a normal male type person, i began to rise to the occasion.

She giggled as she felt my stiffening cock beginning to press between her cheeks, turned and kissed me, reached back and took a grip on my almost-completely erect cock, and said "You know I won't do it that way... but I thought I might try *this* way for the first time in a while..."  and she slid off my lap, dropped to her knees in front of me, leaned forward and took my dickhead suddenly into her warm wet mouth.

I was astounded.  Despite the fact that we'd been married for years, Mary had only had my cock in her pretty mouth three or four times.  It wasn't that she refused to suck dick, it was more that it was obvious that, somewhere down inside, something still told her it was nasty and she didn't enjoy it.

Well, that was then, this was now -- as soon as it popped past her red lips, she began teasing the hot head of my cock with her tongue, alternating with simply sucking on it, her cheeks hollowing inward, then began licking again.  Suddenly she began to lean slowly forward, allowing more and more of my hot meat to slip between her lips, until she had all seven inches in her mouth.

And then she began bobbing her head back and forth over my crotch, my cock slipping in and out of her wet warm mouth, tongue licking the head and sides as it did, red fingernails gently tickling my ballsack and scratching gently at the skin just under it.

I have to admit, while I was stationed in Sicily I had paid some very skilled whores for blowjobs, and none of them was better than this one from my wife who had never been able to go all the way through with it before in our entire time together.

Of course, at the time, I didn't think about that.  All I could think about was the incredible pleasure that those lips and that tongue were giving me.

I could feel myself getting ready to cum.  I was going to pump my whole load into my wife's mouth, and that thought somehow excited me even more...

And suddenly she slipped my cock out of her mouth, and, still on her knees, spun around, then leaned forward and knelt there on knees and elbows, the shorty nightgown flipped up in the rear, her tits hanging down clearly visible through its sheer top.  Between her legs, I could see her pussy, wet and wide open and pink.  

All I could do for a moment was stare, and then she gasped out "Don't make me wait, Harry -- fuck me!"

That broke the spell, and almost before I could think I was kneeling behind her with my boxers discarded on the floor, feeling her soft hand reach back, take hold of my rigid cock, and guide me into her hot wet center.

At first i made only little strokes, teasing the outer art of her cunt, but suddenly she moaned aloud and then pressed backward against me, driving me all the way into her.  I moaned myself, put my hands on her hips, and began stroking her deep and hard, burying myself completely in her clutching sheathe and then pulling back till only the head was in place and then driving back again till my hips slapped against her cheeks.

We fucked in hot moaning silence for a few seconds, then i reached around her, lifted her with an arm around her waist, and continued to fuck her hard and deep as I held her up over my crotch.  With the other hand, I squeezed and fondled and stroked her tits and played with her nipples... With a gasp and a near-scream, she began to cum.

I let her slump forward ono the carpet almost flat, only her hips in the air, and pounded into her into her for a few seconds more as she came and came and then finally I couldn't hold it back any longer and I let myself go and spurted more hot white cum into her and onto her ass and thighs than I would have believed could have come out of my balls.

And the next morning, she barely seemed to remember that we'd fucked at all -- much less that she'd sucked my cock like a pro or that we'd fucked like two minks right in front of the teevee during Nightly News.

At this point I began to wonder what the hell was going on.

Not being totally stupid, I realised that our bouts of abnormally hot sex had happened the nights after she had visited the doctor who was helping her to stop smoking.  Apparently, some side effect of his treatment; I couldn't say as how I was unhappy about it.

But, two days later, when Mary was due for another treatment, I decided to follow her to the doctor's office and see if I could see what the treatment was like.

Again, Mary and June rode together to the doctor's office in June's car, this time I followed, keeping out of sight a block or so back.  They drove through the professional section of town, driving into a somewhat shabby commercial/light-industrial neighbourhood; I was surprised that any doctor would have an office in a place like this.

They parked in front of one building, slightly better-looking than the others on its block; I parked on the other side of the street a couple of doors down, giving myself a clear view.

As Mary got out of the car, I realised two things -- she was wearing a very short skirt and very high-heeled red shoes that I had never seen before, and as she stretched out her leg to step out and the skirt rode high up her thigh it was clear that she wasn't wearing panties!

I looked at June, then, and, while I couldn't see whether she was wearing panties, it was very obvious that June, who has bigger tits than Mary -- 40C at least -- wasn't wearing a bra under her low-cut blouse.  and, as they walked arm in arm into the building, the shoes June was wearing -- pure fuck-me shoes with heels even higher than the ones Mary was wearing -- gave a roll to her hips and a lift to her ass under her tight skirt that had me sweating and my cock rising as I watched my wife's best friend's ass -- and my wife's.

I gave them a few seconds to enter the building, then followed as quietly as I could.  They were out of sight when I got inside; I looked at the building directory.  Most of the listings were business offices, brokers, factors and so on.  Only one, "S.Gali, therapist" sounded likely -- it was on the second floor, at the back, according to the directory.

Quietly I slipped up the stairs, and located the office door -- not only was it at the back of the building, but it was at the end of a short L-shaped hallway that meant that it was completely invisible from the main hallway.  Over the door the transom was open, and I could hear voices, though not exactly what was said.  I noticed a janitor's closet, and looked inside -- there was a short step-ladder -- perfect!

I set the ladder beside the office door, climbed quietly up it until I could see over the transom, and looked into the small office.

It was a single room, there was a desk, a chair and two couches and that was about it.  At the moment, June and Mary were standing side by side facing the desk, talking to the man who sat behind it.

He was tall, dark, and, I suppose, handsome; his eyes were deeply set and he was watching the two women intently.

"...very well, we make progress," was the first thing I heard him say. 

"Come here," he said, standing up and walking over to one of the leather-covered couches.  Both women followed him.  "June, let us begin with your treatment."

"Yes, Sven," he said, stepping past him and lieing down on the low couch.  Mary stood watching.

Stepping up to the head of the couch, the doctor suddenly unbuttoned his fly and pulled out a fully-erect cock at least ten inches long and pushed it toward June's face.  I almost fell off the ladder, I was so statled, and I waited for one of the two women to protest.

And then I almost fell off the ladder again --  as June reached quickly out and took hold of his big cock and hungrily guided it into her mouth and began giving him a blowjob that looked even more thorough and thrilling than the one Mary had given me a couple days before.

And I was even more shocked to realise that Mary had snuggled up against the doctor's side and was stroking the base of his shaft as her friend greedily gobbled as much of the huge dick as she could fit into her mouth.  I could see that Mary had a slight, dreamy smile on her face as she fondled his balls and he reached up and squeezed her braless breasts through her sweater.

"Very good," he said, as if nothing unusual were happening...  "Now Mary, you said you wanted a cigarette yesterday but you didn't smoke one.  Very good.  You deserve some sort of oral gratification to compensate you for not having the cigarette, something to suck on.  June -- show us."

At the command, June reached down with one hand, and, without breaking her oral rhythm, pulled her short skirt up to her waist.  Under it, she wore no panties, but she had on an old-fashioned black lace garter belt and black hose.  Her blonde cunt was trimmed so that there was hardly any hair, and I could clearly see the swollen wet red lips.  It was an arousing sight, and I didn't think about what it might mean, till Mary stepped away from the doctor's side and then, to my amazement, knelt between her friend's lush thighs.

Lifting June's legs, Mary leaned forward, lips parting and her little red tongue reaching out to the juicy box in front of her.  Slowly she ran just the tip of her tongue along June's swollen lips from top to bottom and from bottom to top, flicking gently at the erect clitoris at the top.  As June moaned around the doctor's huge cock, Mary dipped her tongue more deeply into the cunt in front of her, licking faster and deeper and beginning to slip a finger tip into the hot hole, then two fingers...  
