The liquor store was a seven minute drive from Doug's apartment. Doug knew what he was getting-Shontelle had come back from the fridge warning him that the beers she grabbed for him and Jerry were the last cold ones, and that there were only three more in the pantry. Since Doug never drank warm beer, that meant he needed to get a couple of fifteen-packs of Iron City out of the walk-in cooler for the game. That normally took about three minutes, but at this time of night, there was always a line at the counter. It might be as many as ten. Then another seven minutes back-make that eight, because Doug never sped when he had beer in the car. Call it eighteen minutes, maybe as many as twenty-five if the store was busy. And this close to kickoff, it probably was.
Plenty of time. Jerry listened for the sound of Doug's car starting, and then waited until it receded into the distance. He figured it took about a minute. Then he looked over at Shontelle. The instant she put down her beer, he said, "Lazy Sunday afternoon," and smiled as he watched Shontelle's smiling brown cheeks melt into slack, expressionless confusion. Her hazel eyes went glassy and empty, staring straight ahead sightlessly as the trance took hold of her blank, bewildered mind. Her hands sank limply into her lap. She was deeply hypnotized in under five seconds.
Twenty-three minutes left. Jerry undid his fly, fumbling a little bit with his boxer shorts as he struggled to maneuver his already stiff and throbbing cock through the folds of fabric. Once he pulled it out, though, it was the work of a moment to say, "Why don't you crawl on over and put that pretty little mouth of yours to work, huh, babe?" Shontelle didn't resist even for a second. She was too well trained for that by now.
Instead, she slid off the couch and dropped to her hands and knees, her long cornrows sliding over her shoulder to dangle and sway seductively as she crawled across the thick carpet toward the recliner where Jerry was sitting. "I obey," she droned out as she moved, her empty stare locking onto Jerry's long, thick cock with mesmerized intensity. Just seeing her blank, glazed eyes watching his flushed, throbbing shaft in hypnotized fascination made him even harder. By the time she reached him and began to nuzzle him with her broad, hungry lips, she was licking away a drizzle of precum from his warm flesh.
He knew he needed to make this fast. Doug didn't have any idea what Jerry got up to with his wife when he was away-Shontelle kept their affair a secret from everybody, herself most of all-but even the most adoring wife in the world couldn't hide the truth if her husband came home to find his best friend's cock in her mouth. Jerry didn't have time to dick around with his dicking around tonight.
But at the same time... something about the way Shontelle's blank, glassy eyes looked up at him in vacant, blissful adoration as she ran her tongue up and down his hard shaft made Jerry want to prolong the ecstasy as much as he could. She had the most amazingly talented mouth-it was one of the happiest surprises Jerry had experienced, once he put her into trance that first time while Doug was away on deployment. He had thought that he'd probably be spending most of his time fucking her, that he'd have to use a condom to keep his best friend from coming home to a baby he'd know damn well wasn't his... but Shontelle knew just what to do on her knees. She was the best cocksucker Jerry knew.
And somewhere, deep down in that foggy, mesmerized haze of hers, she wanted to take her time and enjoy every second of Jerry's moans and whimpers. Her long purple fingernails lightly scratched at his balls, teasing them carefully with the sharp points of her acrylics until his breath came in a long, ragged gasp before holding her tongue perfectly still against the head of his cock as he gushed out another salty squirt of precum. If Shontelle wanted him to nut right away, Jerry knew she could make it happen. But she wanted to savor him.
Not that she knew it was him, exactly. As far as Shontelle's dazed, befuddled mind was concerned, it was her husband she was giving a long, lewd, loving blowjob right now. She knew he was out at the store, in a confused and hazy fashion, but she also knew that he was right there with her telling her to suck his cock. The contradiction between those two statements never even occurred to her, because Jerry's hypnotic programming didn't let it. Shontelle didn't have the kind of critical thinking skills to work it all out when she was this deep... and she'd gotten very good at going deep for him over the years.
"Oh, oh fuck yeah, that's it, babe," he moaned softly, his hips giving a little involuntary thrust as she nuzzled up and over the head of his cock to settle easily onto his shaft. There were still nineteen minutes left, probably thirteen even in the worst case scenario. Jerry had plenty of time to enjoy the sensation of Shontelle's warm, wet mouth engulfing his cock all the way down until her lips wrapped around the base. "F-fuck," he gasped, gripping the arms of the chair in arousal. The clock on the cable box swam a little in his vision, and he struggled to try to keep it in focus. It wasn't easy.
This was why he could never give up trancing Shontelle, even after Doug got back from his deployment. When his friend was gone, it was easy to tell himself that this was just another way of taking care of his buddy's girl the way Doug had asked him to do. It made Shontelle miss her husband a little bit less if she was getting sex with him regularly while he was in Afghanistan, even if her waking mind didn't remember anything that happened after Jerry used her hypnotic trigger to drop her into mindless obedience. And Doug got the emotional benefits of a wife who was constantly thinking about sex with him instead of missing him all the time.
But once he returned, Jerry had a harder time justifying his actions. Sure, he wasn't hurting anyone-Shontelle's behavior toward her husband didn't change any just because she was giving his best friend blowjobs every time they were alone together for longer than five minutes. (Doug was probably at the liquor store by now. He probably had the beers in his hand. This needed to end pretty quick.) If anything, getting turned on twice as often without any extra orgasms seemed to make Shontelle an even more enthusiastic lover, judging by the smile on Doug's face every Sunday morning at church.
But if they ever got caught... yeah, Doug would be hurt. He might even hurt back. Jerry was a pretty big guy, and he'd gotten in his share of bar fights, but he wasn't willing to bet he could take on a former Marine if it came down to it. Jerry was probably signing on for a potential ass-whooping every time his buddy left the room and Jerry used his 'Lazy Sunday' trigger to empty out Shontelle into the beautiful, compliant cocksucker that made his dick so goddamn hard every single time. (Oh god. So fucking hard right now. But Shontelle kept easing off every time he got close. She wanted to make this last.)
