THE PROPOSITION
Over the next few weeks one thing made itself perfectly clear; our personal love life was out of this world!
For instance, before that fateful night at Lou's Tavern, Holly would rarely give me a blow job. She just didn't like doing it and for sure she most certainly would never dream of swallowing. But now she gives them to me all the time and she can't seem to get enough of having my cock down her throat.
And speaking of throat, she can deep throat me with ease and loves doing it! She of course knew it had to do with something that had taken place during her hypnosis. That being the case, I cautiously told her about Vic and how she made it a point of personal pride to be able to swallow his monster cock all the way to his pubes. I told her that he had made love to literally hundreds of women in his lifetime and none of them had ever come even close to doing what she was able to do.
I told her about she and Vic while we were lying in bed after a particularly hot love making session that included lots of oral sex on both of our parts. When I told her how big Vic's cock was her eyes opened wide and she made me repeat it three times because she just couldn't believe it. I reminded her that her throat had been sore and raw the morning after and I could see her mind putting two and two together as she figured out that I was telling her the absolute truth.
Each night I would tell her something new about that night at Lou's Tavern as we were lying in bed. Each new thing I told her got her juices flowing resulting in some really hot sex for both of us. I thought I was going to have some definite trouble making love to Holly without these graphic images popping into my head while we were doing it. I knew without a doubt that up until that night I had been her only lover but now in one short evening there were six others. Some of them, I could put to shame with my love making skills, but those two younger guys along with Vic's monster cock had me concerned that my wife might now be hooked on having someone bigger and or better than me.
I think Holly knew that I might struggle with those very issues so she was careful over the days and weeks that followed to assure me that I was the only man for her and whatever happened at the Tavern wasn't what she wanted as a steady diet. I was her man and she was my woman. In addition to her being hyper sensitive to my feelings, she was carrying a lot of guilt for her actions; even if she was under hypnosis at the time.
Because of her guilt, she was extra sensuous towards me and she was often the aggressor just to make sure I knew that I was the one she wanted more than any other. The troubling thing for me was that images did often pop into my head, and instead of being angry or jealous, I got turned on, each and every time. I'm not sure if Holly knew what was going on in my head, but if she did, she kept it to herself.
If you recall, before that eventful night we had included the idea of other men fucking Holly as part of our fantasy roll playing and foreplay. I had always been serious about wanting to see her with another guy but up until this very day she assumed that I was just playing mind games and didn't really want it to happen. Now that it did happen, I realized just how ultra-sexy my beautiful wife is. And even though it didn't happen anywhere close to the ways we had imagined in our roll playing, I was still turned on by the idea of watching and thinking of her with other guys.
It's just that if and when anything like that ever happens again, I want it to be on my terms. My terms don't include me being tied up and forced to watch, I want to be an active and willing participant. She is my wife and I want to be able to protect her in case some guy starts acting like a jerk. I will never be the sissy cuckold and I do not ever want her going off on a date without me. I know that some folks are into that, which is fine for them, but if my wife is with another guy, I want to be there.
Not only was our sex life dramatically improved, but the six-thousand dollars truly did get us out of a small financial bind. I hadn't realized just how tight the ol' budget was until we had that extra cash to do whatever we wanted with. Now we were able to breathe more freely and even after our Disneyland weekend we were able to put seven hundred bucks into savings.
Now we're even starting to think about that pool we had always dreamed about putting in. Holly had an uncle who was a very high end landscape contractor. At one time, he said he could get us into a pool at his cost which would be somewhere between nine to ten thousand bucks. I can't say life was getting back to normal because it appears that our sex life has been permanently altered for the good. But I can definitely say that we were happy and excited about our future as a couple and as a family.
I was at my office one afternoon when one of the station secretaries buzzed me to say that a Dr. Matthews was holding for me on line one. The name didn't ring a bell so I wondered if he was one of our emergency care providers. When I picked it up I used my normal tag line; "Hello, this is Rob Walters, how can I help you?"
From the other end of the line I heard, "Hi Rob, this is James Matthews." I paused, still not recognizing the voice and then he said, "You know, Jim, Chuck's psychiatrist friend."
Instantly I stiffened, (my backbone, not my penis) and I replied, "Oh Jim, yes, I guess I never heard your last name before. I didn't think I would ever be hearing from you again." (of course, I felt like saying I was hoping I would never hear from him again.)
Jim asked, "How's Holly? I've been wondering how she is handling this whole traumatic experience and knew you wouldn't appreciate me calling her to ask so I thought I should call you instead."
I responded somewhat coldly, "I appreciate that Jim, and you're correct, I would have been pretty upset if I heard that you had called her direct without my permission. Quite honestly, I'm still pretty pissed at you for what you guys did to my wife."
"I completely understand and you certainly are under no obligation to even speak with me but I was wondering if you could break away for coffee this afternoon?" He went on to say, "I'm in your part of town and was hoping we could meet."
It was pretty slow at the station, all my projects were up to date and I was kind of looking for things to keep me busy so without giving it much thought I simply said, "Sure, let's meet at The Java Hut on Fairfax in 20 minutes. Do you know where it is?"
Jim assured me he knew where it was and agreed to meet with me at three. He said; "I have something I want to discuss with you."
What in the world would the psychiatrist have to discuss with me. We had already spent their 'atonement money'. I thought this whole ordeal was behind us. At any rate, I finished up some stuff I was working on and told the station secretary that I would be out for about an hour meeting with one of our medical providers.
When I arrived at The Java Hut, Jim was already there sitting at a small bistro table for two with a hot cup of coffee in front of him. He stood to shake my hand when he spotted me coming in the door and for some crazy reason I was thinking, this is certainly a different way to greet me from the last time he saw me walking through a door. Last time, he was naked and standing next to my wife while she was bouncing up and down on Lou's cock while in a hypnotic state. There it was, one of those graphic images popping into my head again.