My wife found my literotica stories one day on my computer and started reading them, at first she was surprised at my exhibitionist and voyeur themes, and then she got into the fantasies herself. Out of curiosity, she read one specific fantasy which had a character named Art who sounded striking similarly to my actual friend Art.
The real Art has been my best friend for years, a few years ago his wife Susan died of cancer. The cancer wasn't one of those sudden things; it persisted for years as they went from one treatment to another hoping to forestall the inevitable end.
My story involved a character, who was actually based on Art, having sex with my wife. Kathy put two and two together and point blank asked if the characters we actually her and Art, I had to admit that was the case but it was a purely fantasy story. She said she sometimes thought about having sex with Art to help ease his pain, since it didn't look like he would ever find a female companion.
Kathy asked if I would really let my best friend act out some of the sex scenes in my stories, damn, that's a hard question to answer. On one hand, I like my friend and I love my wife, but do I really want to see him make love to my wife. The prospect was very erotic for the both of us, Kathy admitted that she wouldn't mind making love to Art, but didn't want him to actually fuck her. She was OK with him playing with her tits and going as far as finger fucking or even eating her out, but not putting his cock in her.
We discussed some of the scenes I wrote and she agreed that it would be a thrill to have that happens to her, if it could stay under control. We tried role playing that night and she pretended that I was Art for a while but couldn't stay in that character, the seaming reality of having him actually playing with her pussy was a little too much for her.
After lots of taking about the subject, she agreed that she would like to do it for real, but how could we do it. She just can't ask Art to start making out with her or just strip and say take me big guy.
Chapter 2
In my story it all happens by accident with a little help from alcohol, as they say one thing led to another and that's how it happened. Subsequent times were somewhat staged by me and she just went along innocently until she got aroused.
We needed a plan to put her and Art together but not do it overtly, like please play with my wife. We racked our brains trying to make it seem perfectly natural for Art play with my wife in front of me.
It came to me while reading another literotica story, hypnotism that was the solution. Not that I would hypnotize either one of them but merely pretend that Kathy was hypnotized to take off her clothes and do a few things on command. It created the illusion that it was out of our control and there wasn't anyone at fault, it seemed to be a simple ruse.
Kathy said this seemed to be too much trouble and Art wouldn't believe that she was hypnotic trance.
I replied, "People believe what they want, even if they think it's fake."
If Art really wanted to see her tits he would go along with the act no matter how much he didn't believe she was hypnotized. Kathy wanted an out phrase, so 'I feel sick' was the phrase for her to use to quit, once she said that I would shut down the action quickly.
The story that I would tell Art was that we went to a hypnotist act at a local night club while we were on vacation. Kathy was selected from the audience and was brought up on stage and the hypnotist began putting her under his control. He cautioned the audience to remain silent; any noise could wake her abruptly and cause her great harm.
Once he got her in a deep trance he introduced the control word, SHAZAM, and said every time she heard it she would return to this state of deep sleep and when she heard the word, WOOSH she would stop and start waking up as he counted to ten.
He implanted the suggestion that every time she heard the word 'HOT' she would have the feeling that she was getting hot. He suggested her only remedy was to remove her top and ask for ice to cool her down, only Ice provided the relief she sought.
I told Art she took off her blouse on stage and she sat there topless, asking for some ice to cool her down. The hypnotist handed her an ice cube and she rubbed it over her nipples to provide comfort as the audience intently focused on her tits. You could hear some of them quietly commenting on her perky nipples on display.
He said HOT again and she got hotter and she lifted her skirt as she sat there rubbing ice cubes over her body if she stopped rubbing she got hotter.
Art listened in fascination as I told the story, asking me why I didn't stop it. I told him the hypnotist cautioned us not to abruptly wake her from the trance, it could cause her harm. Plus I didn't believe that she would take off her clothes in front of an audience.
Once she was naked there wasn't much point of stopping her, I figured that the hypnotist wasn't going to let her go too far in front of the audience.
WOOSH, and the hypnotist continued with she would slowly dress, then wake up feeling completely awake, refreshed and remember nothing she did on stage.
When he reached ten, she was awake and the crowd started clapping and cheering Kathy started blushing at the attention she was getting.
Art thought that it was a fascinating story, but he didn't believe that it happened. My only retort was, "Do I have to show you?"
"Yes, I don't believe Kathy would do that on stage, hypnotized or not."
"Well the next time we get together, I'll prove it to you. Kathy still has the hypnotic control words active so to speak. The Hypnotist never told her to forget them."
"This I have got to see."
Chapter 3
The following week end we went out to dinner as usual and afterwards returned to Art's basement man cave for drinks.
After Kathy got comfortable on the sofa, I said, "SHAZAM."
Kathy took her cue and let her head fall as though she passed out.
"Kathy it's getting HOT, do you feel hot?"
She picked up her head, "Yes, it does seem hot in here."
As I said, "HOT" again she started removing her top, then asked Art if he had any ice to help cool off. Kathy just stared ahead as if in a trance. Art looked in amazement as Kathy removed her top, when her tits were fully visible, he just stared. I took out my cellphone and discreetly started recording the action for later viewing.
Art whispered, "It's amazing, it works."
"Shh," quietly, I cautioned Art, "Don't say anything that will bring her out abruptly."
Art handed her an ice cube from his drink and she took his hand and began to rub it with the cube over her face, then down to her tits. As each drop of water from the ice flowed down her tits to her chest Art just fixated on their slow movement.
Art was touching Kathy's tits, he continued on his own moving the ice ever so slowly over her nipple, circling the areola then back to the nipple. He finished one side then moved to the other repeating the cooling massage until the cube melted.
Kathy asked, "Can you lick the water off my nipple?"
I noticed Kathy's facial expression gave away that fact she was enjoying every moment of Art's attention.
Soon Art's face was buried in her tits and he was sucking tits for the first time in years. He looked up at me to be sure I was OK with what he was doing, I just nodded OK.
Kathy started to moan and rock as he sucked; she was in ecstasy as I watched Art enjoying her tits. She didn't think she would enjoy having me watch as Art played with her tits, it seemed that she loved the attention.
I offered a suggestion, "Lift up your dress and finger your pussy, it will cool you off."
Kathy didn't have to be told twice, she wanted to cum. He fingers worked feverishly at her wet pussy, tweaking and rubbing her clit, with Art sucking her tits and me watching and videoing.
She suddenly stiffened and her face tightened as she found that momentary release she wanted.
As she relaxed, I said, "WOOSH, as I count you will start waking up and feeling refreshed, remembering nothing about what happened. One, you will put your clothes back on." After she put her top back on, "Two."
Art looked like I stopped him from cumming, I'm sure a few more minutes and he would have been taking his cock out.
When I got to ten, Kathy pretended to wake up, smiling and commenting on how she must have fallen asleep.
Art was still setting next to her with a huge bulge in his pants, Kathy pretended not to notice.
I continued with small talk as if nothing happened, as time went on I wrapped up the evening so we could leave.
As we left Art kissed Kathy on the cheek saying, "Thanks buddy, I'll call you tomorrow"
Chapter 4
The next day Art called, "OMG that was so fantastic, I thought you were pulling my leg, but she was really hypnotized. I hope you didn't mind me playing with her tits."
