I hope you enjoy this story and please don't forget to rate it as I'm considering writing more chapters. Please note that I am not a hypnotism expert and this story is erotic fiction, so please no comments in that regard. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story.
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Andrew and I had been married for five years and recently started new jobs. Our schedules were off so we didn't have much free time together that didn't involve falling into bed exhausted, just to start it all over again the next day. We finally got a weekend off and had our friends over for dinner and they couldn't keep their hands off each other. This was very different because Monica was very prim and proper and James wasn't that much different, so they were not very touchy-feely.
Andrew and James went outside to have a smoke and Monica stayed with me to clear the table. The first thing she said was, "Notice anything different?"
"Yes! What the hell happened? You hate public displays of affection. Okay, so we're not exactly public, but still."
"Well let me tell you, we are a brand new couple. A girl at work told me about a sex therapist that is very unconventional and cutting edge. He uses hypnotherapy and holy smokes did it work for us!"
"Wait a minute, you were hypnotized?! Holy shit girl!"
"I know, it sounds crazy but it has improved our sex life so much. Look, you and I have the same anxieties about sex and It changed how I think, feel, and look at it so I want to share my happiness with my best friend."
"Thanks, Monica. Ya, we've been in a bit of a slump with the new jobs and all."
"That's just an excuse, Mary, and you know it. At the very least, you two need to talk about it." She dug around in her purse and pulled out a card, "Here's his information. Just please tell me you'll at least think about it."
"Okay, I will."
The rest of the evening passed fairly quickly. Dishes were done, dessert was eaten and 5 rounds of UNO were completed. We decided to call it a night and as we hugged them goodbye, Monica whispered in my ear, "Don't forget. I'll call next week."
After waving them off, the first thing that Andrew and I talked about was the therapist, of course.
"What do you think?" Andrew asked.
"Well, many of the issues are mine and you know I own them. Maybe we could give it a try? I love you, Andrew, and if this helps to get us closer together, I'm willing to do the work."
"Don't put that on yourself. It takes two to tango and we both have our quirks. Maybe if we do this, we'll be closer to being on the same page. That's what James said happened with them and they're both so happy. He told me about some of the crazy sex they've been having."
"Oh man, I wish I was a fly on the wall for that conversation," I laughed. "I didn't get any specifics but I could tell she was happy. Why don't we sleep on it? I'm exhausted."
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The next day we got up and both of us were ready to give it a try.
"Okay, you call," I said laughingly to Andrew. "I'm too embarrassed."
"I figured you would be. Give me the card."
I handed it over to him and he made the call. He gave our names and some basic info while I sat next to him biting my nails. He hung up and said, "Next Saturday at 8:30."
The week drug by and I had changed my mind ten times on whether I wanted to go. Needing to improve our sex life and our marriage won out so we went.
He had a business at his home and we were instructed to take the path leading around the back of his house to a building he used for his therapy. We knocked on the door and a very attractive middle-aged man opened the door and welcomed us inside.
"Hello," he said and held out his hand to shake Andrew's then my hand. "I'm Dr. Lewis but please call me Guy. You must be Andrew and Mary."
"We are," said Andrew.
"You were recommended by Monica and James, correct?"
"Yes, sir."
He motioned us to a small waiting room with two sets of double chairs facing each other and a low table spread with magazines, and we sat down.
"Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a marriage counselor but practice mostly as a sex therapist. I was seeing so many marriages fail with sex being the most common factor that I wanted to help. People are not the same. Some are extroverts while the other is an introvert or one very reserved in the bedroom and the other is willing and ready to try anything."
We looked at each other because he was describing us. I am very vanilla while Andrew is willing to try anything. It seemed whenever I'd give in and do something I considered out there, it went wrong and to me, that was reason enough not to do it again.
He continued, "I've helped thousands of couples and the only complaint was not because it didn't go well. It went better than they thought possible, just not in the way they expected. They had buried their needs deep and when it all came forward, they didn't want to stay together. They are both very happy now but with different partners."
"Because this is unconventional, I require you to sign a contract and you need to understand completely what I'm going to do. I have no secrets or secret agendas and am an open book. You can ask me any questions and I will answer honestly. I not only use hypnosis to bring down any barriers you have but you will be performing sexual acts with surrogates, yourselves, and each other."
"I don't know if I can do that," I interrupted.
"I hear that a lot."
He looked over at Andrew who was squirming in his seat, "What about you?"
Andrew looked very uncomfortable, his member pushing against his pants, so the answer was obvious. "Uhm..ya...I'm okay with it."
"What do you consider sexual acts?" I asked
He replied, "After being hypnotized I'll be asking a lot of questions to determine which direction and how far I can go."
"I'd like specifics," I said.
"You'll possibly explore masturbation, same-sex, oral sex, conventional sex, not-so-conventional sex, spanking, whatever your needs are. Every person is different. I've had clients who were a hard no on anything with someone of the same sex. I've had some that want nothing to do with spanking but most people are willing to try about anything once, and being in a controlled environment makes this the ideal place to open up and give it a try. You may say yes, then when it happens you change your mind or decide it's not for you and I stop immediately and move on to something else. The goal here is to get you two on the same page, even if it's something one likes and the other doesn't, there is always common ground."
Now I was squirming in my chair. Andrew and I tried spanking once but he took it a little farther than I wanted so we didn't try again. The thought of being spanked though made my pussy damp.
"How long does this whole process take?" Andrew asked.
"Typically about seven to ten sessions but I've gone shorter and longer. You can come once a week, twice a week, or whenever your schedules dictate."
I said, "If we can do it in the evenings, then we can come after work. How long are the sessions?"
"The first may take an hour or two at the most but I've had some that immediately relax so it can go less than an hour. We'll go over different things and if I get a no from you then we move on. I do not do anything that you aren't comfortable with. I can't make you do something you normally wouldn't. I won't make you cluck like a chicken or run around the block naked. "
We laughed but my mind was wondering how far he was able to take it. We decided to sign the necessary paperwork after thoroughly reading it and were ready to start, deciding on sessions twice a week.
He said, "Andrew, would you like to begin?"
After they walked through the door to his office, I sat in the waiting room, flipping the pages of a People magazine, to try and calm my nerves. It wasn't working. I could hear their muffled voices at first, then just Guy's but still unable to make it out. About an hour into his session, I heard Andrew moan. Maybe I was hearing things. I went back to reading about Brad Pitt and heard another louder moan.
I set the magazine down and quietly walked over to the door and leaned in close. I heard Andrew say "oh fuck...yes" and more moaning. I pinched my thighs together as my pussy immediately became damp. He was definitely enjoying his session. His moaning was even louder and my nipples became erect, pushing against my thin bra and shirt. I lightly ran my fingers across them and bit my lip to stay quiet.
He began yelling, "Fuck me...yes...fuck me please fuck me...yes," then let out a visceral yell as he came. My breathing was ragged as I quickly took my seat trying to act like I didn't just hear my husband have one hell of an orgasm. Was he being fucked already and by whom? A woman, a man, Guy? My mind was reeling.
Twenty minutes later he walked out and said, "Man I feel great."
No signs of embarrassment or looking awkward. In fact, he looked flushed and happy. He met my gaze and gave me a light kiss.
"Your turn," he said.
Guy appeared to look as composed as he did when we spoke with him in the waiting room.
He said, "Are you ready, Mary?"
I stood up on shaky legs and followed him into his office. A massive stone fireplace loomed against the far left wall. A large bureau flanked one side and a table with his framed degrees and accomplishments on the other. Directly in front of us was a love seat, a matching sofa opposite, and between them and facing us was a large plush easy chair, a side table with a cabinet to its right.
He sat in the chair and I sat on the love seat.
"I'm sure you heard some of that."
My face turned red and I said, "Yes."
"It took a little bit to get him relaxed but as soon as he was under, things progressed quickly."
"I'll be the first to tell you that I'm not very adventurous with sex and am pretty guarded."
