Inception Cuckold Pt 01

John and Danielle. Typical white couple living in America. Good jobs, nice house and John is secretly addicted to cuckold porn. Sound familiar? It should considering more and more people seem to adopt this fetish, but when couples actually cross that line and engage in cuckolding, the husband might stop and wonder how it all happened. Every cuckold couple has their story. So, what is John and Danielle's story? They're a sexy couple with a healthy sex life. Even a little kinky at times. Whips and chains, leather outfits. As with the ebb and flow of any given relationship, routine sets in and the excitement fades... until of course a new element is added.

They talked about what could be done to 'spice things up' as so many couples call it. John of course wanted to bring up the idea of cuckolding, but only in part. He didn't actually believe it was a good idea necessarily, but still, he was tempted. You could even suggest his action wanted to bring him as close to it as possible... but without crossing the line. Then, one day before work, while Danielle was still asleep (and John was secretly jerking off to cuckold porn before jumping in the shower), he noticed an ad. There are plenty of ads on porn. Sure most of them are silly ads that offer you pills that will somehow grow your penis to 5 times its original size, but this was for some sort of hypnosis. Specifically, to hypnotize your wife into doing whatever you want in the bedroom.

He wrote it off to be as useless as any other cheaply made ad that gets in the way of your screen right before the money shot of whatever porn you happen to be watching and decided to put it out of his mind... until he found himself Googling "sex hypnosis" on his phone while on break. What he found was something... slightly different. A method of hypnosis that was actually a bit more consensual, but would allow couples to explore and bring to the surface some of their more hidden fantasies. John was nervous, immediately afraid that Danielle would ask him if he was into cuckolding, but part of him was HOPING she would somehow get that out of him. He ended up bringing up the topic to her as they were wrapping up dinner. She immediately responded with, "John, do you really believe in that stuff? It sounds so silly! Don't worry so much. We'll plan a weekend, just for sex! How does that sound?"

He agreed of course, somewhat reluctantly because he was hoping for her to agree to the hypnosis idea... and deep down, hoping it would somehow lead to cuckolding. The weekend of hot sex came and went. It was fun, a good time had by them both, but by the middle of next week, it seemed like they were only temporarily lifted out of a rut in which they were now back into. John brought up the hypnosis idea again."

"John? The hypnotizing thing again? Seriously?" she questioned.

Danielle thought for a minute and reconsidered. "You know, maybe we could give this a try. It couldn't hurt, right? I'm sorry I was so quick to shoot it down. How does this work, anyway?"

John explained in detail how it worked, how the hypnosis methods could be done safely and how easy it was to snap someone out of it if necessary. So, Danielle agreed to hypnotize John. Once under said hypnosis, the person would be sitting with their head lowered and both hands on their lap. The other would ask yes or no questions. The hypnotized person would lift one finger for a yes and two fingers for a no.

Danielle asked him her first question. "John, do you ever fantasize about licking my ass?" One finger went up.

She nervously asked her second question. "John, do you ever fantasize about wearing nipple clamps?"

Two fingers went up. Not a nipple clamp fan. She asked her third and what would be her final question, "John, have you ever fantasized about wearing a dress?" One finger went up.

She giggled. "How about panties? Lingerie? Being feminized?" One finger went up again.

"John I want you to leave your browser history up so I can look at it, okay?"

"I also want you to jerk yourself to all of your nastiest ideas and fantasies while watching web videos okay?" One finger went up again. She giggled and snapped him out of it.

"How was it?" John asked. "I don't remember anything."

Danielle chuckled and said, "John, I told you this was silly. I only asked you a few things. You don't actually want to wear a dress, do you?"

John chuckled nervously. "Okay," she said. "Why don't you question me and then we'll get some sleep... silly hubby." John smiled and agreed. He put Danielle under the hypnosis and started to feel a bit silly himself. He asked his first question,

"Danielle, do you still get turned on by spanking?" Two fingers. A no. "Danielle, do you ever fantasize about having your feet licked?" One finger.

He felt like he was onto something, but proceeded to ask about all sorts of random fetishes with varying yeses and nos. He was ready to snap her out of it, but thought about asking about a cuckolding fetish. He convinced himself she would remember and wouldn't be able to handle her reaction no matter what it was. He sat there, ready to snap his fingers...

He took a deep breath and said, "Danielle, have you ever fantasized about being with a black man?" One finger! John's cock got instantly hard and he grabbed it, trying not to fall out of his chair. He wondered if she would remember this. He composed himself for a minute and managed to ask another question.

"Danielle, have you ever fantasized about cuckolding me?" One finger again. John didn't know what to think. He suddenly had the power to find out everything she might be willing to do, but it froze him. "Danielle do you fantasize about being a slut?" He peppered her with more extreme ideas all of which she raised a finger.

He was rock hard knowing she was agreeable to many of his darkest ideas. The possibilities floored him. He could only imagine the depths he could take her to!

He decided to leave several hidden triggers with her hoping she wouldn't consciously remember them. One of his favorites was making her extremely horny when wearing any type of hosiery. Another was a secret cum fetish. He delved her even deeper questioning her about all types of fantasies she had which would consciously she would never admit too. Although he doubted it would work he delivered several very deep triggers and implants to so many of his dark nasty ideas he couldn't help but grin at his possible success at being able to create and evolve his wife into being a possible round heeled slut and whore based on the all of the nasty ideas she had agreed to liking. He even had her agree to viewing cuckold websites to stoke her fire further. She would begin to read stories and look at images to expand her knowledge of the kink. To understand the thrills of interracial sex. The taboo the betrayal and the infidelity of a secret intense orgasm provided by a demanding cruel and wicked lover. He hoped she would also carry out that same sweet cruel along to him. He wanted her to be to teased to tears, and ache for release. Once he knew that desire in her core she could then transfer that same need onto him. Forcing his servitude and need to please from master to sub and downward into the hierarchy of a relationship. It was the best of all possible worlds. He could trigger her with various words and she would succumb to both of their hidden urges many yet to be determined. He snapped her out of the hypnosis just to break the tension that was all in his mind.

"What? How was it? What did I say?" she asked. "Oh, nothing honey. You were right this was silly. Let's go to bed."

They lay in bed together and she asked, "What did I say?" He told her a few of her answers and she accepted them, but felt like there was something more. "Are you sure that's it?" she continued. "Well, there was one thing you answered that I wasn't expecting."

"Well, what was it?" She asked, "You fantasize about being with a black man?"

"What!?" she exclaimed.

She got up and ran to the bathroom, locking herself in, visibly upset. John ran to the bathroom door, knocking. "Honey, what's wrong? I'm sorry I said that. I shouldn't have. It's not a big deal. It's fine. Honey?" A little time passed before Danielle would emerge from the bathroom. When she did, she ran to John's arms."Honey, I'm sorry. I'll never bring it up again. I promise!"

"John... I never thought I would admit that to anyone... especially you."

"Honey, why are you so upset? We can just forget about it. It's silly, remember."

"So, you're not mad?" she asked.

"No, why would I be mad?"

"Would you be mad if I told you I still fantasize about it?"

"No. I certainly didn't want to see you go crying into the bathroom."

"John, I didn't go in there because I had to cry. I went in there because I had to cum!"

"Oh!" John said, with a hint of understanding.

"Yes, it turns me on that much and I always thought it would be my secret."

"It's okay, honey," he replied.

"Good. Come in the bedroom."

Danielle fired up her laptop and immediately brought up the image of a muscular, black man with a gigantic 10" cock. She told him to look at it, then she sat him in a chair, facing away from the computer. She quickly ripped her panties off and straddled her husband, riding him and staring lustfully at the well hung black man on her computer screen. John couldn't believe how wet she'd become and it seemed like Danielle was just cumming and cumming over and over again, nonstop moaning and shivering. It was never like this. Never this good. John looked back, trying to catch a glimpse of that hard cock and he immediately shot his load into his wife and they went to bed without saying anything else.

John thought to himself how awkward the next morning would be but was thrilled with all the possibilities for strengthening both their orgasms. The level of passion and urgency they had felt was intense and he knew they would only increase and grow stronger. He went to sleep with ideas swirling in his head of how he could be a victim of his darkest ideas. Just as he dropped off to sleep he knew he should tell his wife some of the altered states he had implanted. He would decide to eventually bring a cock cage idea to his wife to prevent all the constant masturbation there would be in his future without it. John spent the next day at work thinking non-stop about how the previous night ended. There wasn't much more than small talk in the morning before work with Danielle and he began to wonder what it would be like coming home to her now with her secret out... and approved of! There was the expected awkwardness when they first greeted each other at home (which lasted through dinner). Shortly after, John really wanted to say something to Danielle, but wasn't even sure what. He wanted to address the issue, but was partly too scared, nervous and just plain unsure. He felt himself going to say something to her, not even sure what he was about to utter. Before he knew it, the words escaped his mouth, "Honey..."She looked on, waiting for a response as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened last night.

"Can we have sex tonight?" he muttered, nervously, immediately realizing he wished he had said just about anything else. She pushed him into the wall and kissed him in the tightest lip lock they'd ever shared and she forcefully kissed him with deep passion for a few moments before pulling her lips away in a gasp for air. She looked at him with incredible lust in her eyes. It was that insatiable, 'hungry for sex' look a woman can have, like she just wanted to throw him on the ground and ride him, but she looked at him and asked a question of her own,

"Is it okay if I pretend you're a black man?" She waited for a response with sexy yet ferocious look in her eyes. Completely flabbergasted and fairly excited, he said, "Yes!" She grabbed him and threw him to the bed, climbed on top of him, ravenously kissing him. "Oh, how I've wanted this for so long!" she said as she ripped his shirt and pants off of him. She yanked his underwear from his body as well, but then went to her drawer, pulling out a sleep mask. She went over to him as he lay on the bed and put the mask on before proceeding to suck John's cock. "Mmmmm, I love tasting that big, black cock of yours!" she expressed. John was not expecting this and was taken aback by it, but not so much that he didn't enjoy himself. She soon got on top of him and began riding his cock, still with the sleep mask on. "Oh yes, I love your black dick! Fill me with your black man cum!!" John couldn't hold back and instantly shot a bigger than usual load into her. She also came very intensely and hard. She noticed how affected he was by her vulgar talk and filed that away for future use as she knew it would be useful. She collapsed into him afterward and they cuddled each other to sleep. As much as John enjoyed that, it wasn't exactly what he was fantasizing about. The only thing that had been established at this point was that Danielle liked the idea of fucking black men, but not necessarily going through with it. These thoughts led to plenty more hot sex between the two, all with whispers of her becoming deviant slut for black cock. The triggers intensified both of their orgasms, the ideas they both harbored went deeper and darker than either were willing to admit, but John's cravings would soon get the best of him.

Before he knew it, he was making a fake profile for a well hung, sex hungry black man, a persona he would message his wife with. It began seemingly with innocence, saying "I realize you're a married woman, but I just had to compliment you and tell you how sexy you are." It got only a 'Thank you' in return. He continued to email her under the disguise of the well hung, black man. It was a friendship with a feeling of courtship thrown in. John knew what he was doing. He was attempting to court his own wife while pretending to be someone else. He soon couldn't take it much longer. He sent her a dick pic with a line of "I know you're a married woman and I can never have you, but I simply had to show you what you be missin!'" She replied with, "Honestly, I think if you were here right now, I'd jump right on that big cock of yours!" John was excited. He felt like he'd had a breakthrough. He'd gotten her to admit it that she would fuck a black man. The chats intensified in depravity. She was thrilled and encouraged him to spin ideas of dominance and depravity over her. Most of which were her own ideas mined from all the online cuckolding porn she was watching but also the hypnosis had seeped into her consciousness knowingly and unknowingly.

Her pussy would drip and soak her panties listening to the wicked ideas her unknown fictitious lover would spin. She even began to send him faceless photos of her in sheer panties soaking wet. Her lips clinging to the fabric. The idea of exposure fueled her thoughts. Her husband began referencing triggers unknown to her. Thoughts of wicked infidelity raised her to heights of arousal previously unknown the fake lover would send her emails demanding submission and servitude. Her lover dominating the two of them. Forcing her husband to bend to his will. She submissive to her lover and humiliating her husband. She imagined wearing anal plugs in preparation of quick romps into dark alleys with her mysterious lover. Being an anal loving cum slut craving humiliation at the risk of being exposed. Thoughts of being bred but multiple black men were filling her head. As the intensity of the chats increased even she couldn't control her thoughts daily. Consumed with lust her online master refused to allow her to penetrate her cunt only allowing clitoral orgasms and this made her nipples rock hard and ache thru the day. She had only an inkling of the ideas certain desires were becoming almost obsessive.

John could not believe his luck in how he was guiding his own wife into depraved and adulterous fantasies. She also even began monitoring her husbands online activities. Cuckolding being the main theme she devoured stories, pictures, and videos. All of which gave her extreme ideas that they both knew were spiraling beyond their control.

Eventually, he asked about making an arrangement to meet up. She refused for a while until one day, out of the blue, she agreed. John was excited in a way in which he felt his hard work had paid off. Of course, he had to delete the profile because there was no actual black man to meet. He even sensed her melancholy the day the profile was deleted. He comforted her, knowing she would be vulnerable from the disappointment. As they got into bed together, he said, "Honey, can I tell you a secret."

"Yes."

"You know all the fantasizing about black men?"

"Yes."

"My secret is... I think it would actually be really sexy if you actually fucked one." Danielle's eye popped open with excitement. Another night of hot intense sex ensued and John had got what he wanted. He had effectively manipulated his wife emotionally until she was ready to give into his desire... and her desire to cuckold him which she still believed was part of her secret. So, their decision was made, they talked about it and talked about it even more. John even began using his triggers more frequently. Making her tremble with lust with a text at work. Or whispering in her ear while cooking and then fingering her asshole to the edge of orgasm. Giving her thoughts and ideas secretly. He was feeding her intense erotic ideas repeatedly as it was out of his control to see and witness his wifes descent into submitting to an alpha male lover.

He knew she had secretly been looking at cuckold websites and reading stories. He also knew she had been masturbating frequently. Almost obsessively. He even bought large black dildos for her to play with. But he didn't tell her. He hid them knowing that was the next step. He also slowed his own masturbation. Enjoying the ache of being constantly hard knowing his wife's lust was increasing. He would catch her closing web pages. He would see her wearing stockings to work frequently. She admitted to flashing men in stores by bending over in aisles exposing her lacy sheer panties he had been buying her. Flirting at gas stations by buying condoms asking for magnums. He even saw her playing with her clit in the shower. She was red with embarrassment. Ashamed and thrilled as they both knew what she was thinking of. At night he would fill her head with even more ideas.

She said, "Oh my God! It's like your in my mind!"

He would whisper things like "your orgasm will become even more explosive because you are wearing stockings... your legs encased in nylons up to the thigh. It enhances your feeling of exposure in your vaginal region. The tightness of the band, the garter circling your waist. The straps dancing on your ass cheeks and thighs. It makes you feel sexy and daring and desired. Your zones throbbing and becoming more sensitive."

Words like these inflamed her lust mentally and physically feeling ultra feminine. He filled her mind with images of throbbing black cocks. Huge phalluses angry and demanding attention. She swooned when he spoke like this to her. Combined with the web browsing and him triggering hidden moments of ache and arousal in her vagina with words and ideas. The text triggers seems to be working well. He knew he was losing control of not only his own lust but creating an addiction in his own wife!! He couldn't believe the luck at the same time the angst of reality also scared him as they both were becoming slaves to this fantasy. Danielle knew she was being slightly manipulated but it was really feeding her own secret fantasies. She found johns list of secret triggers.

She was angry at first but decided to use it against him for her own thrills. As they took turns hypnotizing each other she returned the favor. Implanting her own triggers. She convinced him he enjoyed wearing panties. Even got him to begin wearing lacy panties to work under his clothes. The same black cock fantasies that her hubby would give him she also implanted in his mind. Playing sissy cuckold videos for him while under hypnosis. Oh the depravity she felt was similar in the level of guilt but she knew she couldn't stop. She wanted to see and even feel her husbands' humiliation and submission to an alpha male. She wanted to see her hubby on his knees sucking cock. Cleaning her juices. She knew it was something that may make her cum without even touching herself if she ever got a chance to see it in reality. The videos and stories she had been watching gave her extreme ideas. She would wonder allowed to him if he would submit as a true cuckold? He would answer yes not knowing what he was agreeing to. She also ran across cock cages.