Sorry, no sex in this story. I hope you like it, anyway.
It all started as such a cliché cheating wife story. I was on my way out of town for a business trip, and as I headed out to the runway, I got the call that I wasn't needed. So, I headed my private plane back into the hanger and tucked it in. I was sure that I'll need it in the next few days, so I just parked it and headed out. I checked in with my boss and he and I came to the conclusion that I would just take the rest of the day off. It was almost four o'clock and by the time I get back home, it'll be almost five thirty, the time my wife usually gets home. I'll just surprise her and take her out to supper.
I was right about surprising her...but she surprised me more. It seemed that as soon as she heard that I was heading out, she and her friend made a date for the evening and sneaked off work to get an early start. I was puzzled when I saw her car and a strange car next to it in the garage—my garage! Now fearing what was pretty much a foregone conclusion, I cautiously and quietly entered my home.
Sure enough, just like all those stories, I found four shoes scattered by the back door, a blouse on the steps up to the bedrooms and other assorted clothing items leading to the spare bedroom. The door was left open in their hurry to consummate the dirty deed, so I saw them there—naked. He was standing next to the bed and she, my "loving" wife, was on her knees, holding his cock in one hand with her mouth wrapped around the head of it. His moaning told me that he was enjoying her efforts, a feeling I knew well.
The time walking in from the garage had somewhat prepared me emotionally for this sight, but I still stood there in a bit of shock and disbelief for several minutes. For those of you who think I might have enjoyed this on some level, you are totally mistaken. My wife, the object of my love, trust, respect, and admiration, was on her knees happily sucking off another man! I had the beginnings of a plan however, it still took everything I had not to get my gun and blow this carnal intruder's head off!
It was actually when he decided that was enough fun for him—as he didn't want to blow his load in her mouth—that brought me out of my reverie. He was instructing June, my wife, to lie on the bed and spread her legs, when I cleared my throat.
"Cliff! Holy shit! What are you doing here?"
"No, June, the question is: what are
you
doing here? And who the hell is this jerk?"
The look on lover boy's face had rapidly changed from extreme pleasure to extreme panic. "He's your husband? I thought you said he was flying out today for an overnighter?"
I caught her eye and looked into her head deeply for the first time since I've known her. I had resisted doing this for many reasons, and I'll get to those shortly. I commanded her, "Grab him by his dick and follow me downstairs—now!"
I grabbed his pants from the floor looking for his cell phone, as she got a death grip on his cock and got out of bed. Removing his cell phone from its leather case on his belt, I tossed his pants to the floor carelessly and headed for the living room. I was looking through the contacts list on his phone and found one for 'home.' As I hit the send button to initiate the call, I spoke to him, "What's your name?"
"Mark," he responded slowly, not knowing what my game was yet.
A woman answered on the third ring, somewhat out of breath. "Hi, Mark," she answered, obviously having seen the caller ID. "I just got home, so don't even try to tell me you're going to be late again tonight, or else!" Evidently, Mark had failed to make his excuses; I guess he was in a big hurry to jump June's bones.
"Mark won't be giving you any such line of crap this evening. Perhaps I should explain why Mark isn't calling you from his cell. Don't worry; he's not injured—at least not yet anyway," I chuckled. "It seems to me that you might want to come over to my house, where I just caught Mark with his dick in my stupid wife's mouth."
"What the..." she trailed off her sentence in shock. After a moment, she formed words again, "That lying bastard! Who are you? I kind of thought something might be up, but this... Are you sure? Who is the stupid slut that... Tell that two-timing son-of-a-bitch that I never want to see him again! Never mind, I'll do that myself! Where do you live?" I didn't say they were intelligent thoughts, just groups of words—but who am I to talk.
I told her to take a deep breath and then gave her my address, which is only about ten minutes from where she was, according to her. "We can be properly introduced when you get here, and please calm down and don't drive too fast. We wouldn't want to make Mark a widower. After all, if anyone deserves to be hurt here, it's definitely not you."
Clicking the end button, I turned my attention back to the pair of unwilling nudists in my living room. "Stand over there—in front of the window."
"I don't think so," Mark objected. June just calmly walked over to the place where I indicated, dragging him along, painful cries emanating from his mouth. "Damn, June, let go already!"
"She won't be letting go until I command her to. You see, there are things about me that you don't know...hell June doesn't even know." I smirked in a slightly sadistic way. "It seems that we have a bit of time until your wife gets here, so I'll enlighten you both. I have no fear of either of you being able to tell anyone." Their faces showed quizzical looks, followed by a bit of fear.
"Until I was about eighteen years old, I had a perfectly normal, average life. To this day, when you look at me, I don't stand out in a crowd. I'm average height, average weight—maybe a tad on the slender side, brown hair and eyes, and medium skin color. I'm not handsome, but not ugly, either. Wouldn't you agree?
"It was about that time that I discovered that if I could look someone in the eye for a few seconds, I could plant a thought in their head. This thought could be as innocent as 'your name is now Bert,' to 'if you don't obey every word I say, you will be swallowed by a fire so hot that hell would seem air-conditioned.' The last one is what I just put in June's head.
"As you could imagine, I had a lot of fun with this power, especially after I got used to it and finely honed my skills. For example: I knew a guy that bullied me around all through high school. On graduation day, he went up to get his diploma and I had planted a thought that made him think it was accepted behavior to moon the entire crowd. I have enjoyed many a good prank using my power. I even used my power to get out of minor trouble with the cops a couple times.
"Also, many a young woman came under my spell for an evening of mutual pleasure. First, I would try to score as a normal person would, and if she turned me down in anything but a nice way, she would suddenly change her mind, and start doing things with me that would make a porn star blush. You get the idea.
"It was during one of those romantic interludes with the daughter of the general, who commanded the local Air Force Base, that her Mom walked in on us. She starts getting in my face and yelling, and then I realize that she is one fine looking Mom and I 'persuaded' her to join us. Mom had her thighs wrapped tight around my head, coming and screaming in pleasure, when the old General strides in, so I didn't notice he was there. He knocks his little girl off of my groin, where she was bouncing happily, pushes his wife off my face in mid-orgasm, and throws me off the bed before I can give him 'the look.'
"He knocked me around pretty good, dazing me, so I couldn't get into his head. During the questioning and yelling that followed, I admitted that it wasn't his wife's fault. I said that I can crawl inside a person's head—given the chance—and plant a suggestion. The suggestion worked like hypnosis, but it could go much deeper than hypnosis. It didn't take a military genius—no pun intended—to figure out that Homeland Security could use my skills for interrogation and to send the detainee back in to gather further intelligence.
"It seems that I could plant a belief in their head that those famous 'seventy-two virgins' waiting for them in heaven, if they committed a selfless act for their religion, are actually seventy-two virgin succubae. Just imagine how cooperative they become when they believe that such a large number of demonic women are waiting on him to die, just to suck his life force slowly, agonizingly away. I can make him believe that I can summon them to start on him within a minute, unless he tells us everything he knows. Since they are creatures of magic, I convince him they will be brought forth just as soon as he does anything that we don't want him to do—like neglect to keep us informed of his cell's plans and activities.
"So, I negotiated a deal with them, for a six figure salary. They taught me to fly and gave me a small plane—it's all mine. They fuel it and maintain it as long as I use it to fly here and there to do their dirty work. I told them that I won't do any overseas work, unless I just wanted to, as I wanted a normal life. So, officially, my job title is troubleshooter. That way, it's no surprise if I get a call in the night to fly out suddenly.
"Another part of their deal is that I would quit using my power for fun and pleasure, after all—I'm 'top secret' now. After a while, I discovered that I liked being around people that liked me because they wanted to, not because I told them to. I never used it on June, or several of the girls I dated before June, for that same reason. I wanted to be with someone because they loved, respected, and trusted me—for me.
"June, I see now that is just not the case. I met June and we dated for a year and a half before we married, and in two months, we would've had two years of a happy marriage—at least for one of us." I flashed an angry look at June. "We even started talking about having kids soon. As there is no sense in having you tell your tale twice, I can hardly wait for Mark's wife to arrive, so I can find out just what's been going on here," I glared at Mark.
While we were waiting, I thought I'd gather some photographic evidence of their affair, in case I wanted it later. So I told her to kiss him and lick his chest passionately while I took pictures. I had about a dozen shots when I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I commanded her to quit, and to go back to standing by the window. I set my camera down and went to the door.
As she was about to ring the doorbell, I opened the door, greeting her, "I take it that you're Mark's wife. I'm Cliff Derringer, and I believe that is your husband Mark, standing next to my
loving and devoted
wife, June."
"I wish I could say it was nice to meet you, Cliff; I'm Darlene," she stated, looking at the nude pair. She strode over to them, looked at Mark, who cast his eyes downward. Then she stood in front of June, who also suddenly found herself inspecting the carpet in shame. She smacked Mark across the cheek with enough force to make his head whip to the side. "Have you no shame? Couldn't you at least put some clothes on?"
"Darlene, that's my fault. I thought that they should stand there, naked and in front of the window. That way they might find some shame and regret what they did—not just in getting caught."
"Look at that! She won't even let go of him! What kind of shameless slut did you marry, Cliff?"
