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.
