An Arrangement 2

Taking advantage of Mrs Jones

*

Saturday evening and the Stewarts' held a thirtieth anniversary party, with entertainment in their spacious home. A band, a cocktail waiter, and a hypnotist, were there to amuse the guests. Some of the party goers volunteered, and if the hypnotist thought they were suitable subjects, he accepted them.

Margaret was told that she had a crush on someone's husband. She smiled at him and put her hand on his arm, while the wife looked on. She complimented him, and laughed too loudly at his jokes. He was a little embarrassed, but his wife encouraged him.

Margaret was batting her eyelashes at Charles, and pushing out her breasts at him. She pulled at her dress to adjust a stocking, which held the attention of the partying men, and riled the women. The husbands were risking digs in the ribs from wives, but her legs were nice enough to accept the aggravation. She was acting like a silly schoolgirl in love. His wife was making a mental note of Margaret's behaviour, to get at her next day, and make her husband suffer for the rest of the month.

Everyone had a laugh at the poor woman's expense. As this carried on, another two were primed to misbehave.

Libby was getting very friendly with Bob, and their respective husband and wife were embarrassed, yet trying hard not to show it. Strained smiles rested uneasily upon their faces. Libby had pulled at her dress, to expose a bit more cleavage. Bob couldn't help admiring her large breasts, which pushed his wife from embarrassment to suppressed anger. Everyone else thought it highly amusing.

Harmless antics were worked through by both couples. Brendan then found someone particularly susceptible. The drink had flowed, and he judged they were ready for more excitement. Knowing they would love to gossip about friends and neighbours, he upped the stakes.

Rita was nervous about being called onto the small impromptu stage. Watching a neighbour make a fool of herself, did nothing for her confidence. At first she refused, but her husband, Richard, promised to look out for her. The magician thought her a good subject. One that would quickly succumb, and be easily manipulated. His judgement was seldom wrong.

After working on Rita, Brendan got her to do silly, naughty things. She pulled up her dress showing her panties, while afraid of a mouse. She grabbed a man on stage, needing his protection from a tiger. She kissed him passionately, promising him anything if he saved her from the savage beast. He asked what anything meant, and she told him he could take her in any position he liked.

The party goers were in a good mood and laughed in the appropriate places. So far he was keeping their interest, without going too far. If it had been a working man's club, the act would have been too tame.

To the audience he announced, 'Rita, you will go into the kitchen to prepare some snacks for your friends. Whoever is in the kitchen, you will willingly obey, and be happy to follow their orders. You will be obedient, and willing. Whatever they want, you will be happy to do. Understood?' he asked.

'Yes. I will be happy to obey,' Rita loudly spoke.

Looking dazed, she walked from the lounge into the corridor, leading to the kitchen. It gave her time to think about the risk of such a command. Who was in the kitchen waiting for her? Maybe a man would be sent to take command of her. Were they drawing lots for a winner, to take charge of a helpless, vulnerable woman?

It was a shock to realise how excited those thoughts left her feeling. She was near an orgasm from her own imagination. A sharp intake of breath was heard on entering the kitchen. It was a hiss of fear, from her own mouth. A young man shut the fridge, with a can in his hand. He turned around to find Mrs Jones staring at him, looking transfixed.

Rita recognised the Stewarts' son, Derrick.

Had he done something wrong? The beer in his hand might upset some, but not his parents friends. All of them were up for fun and games, hence the hypnotist. That crowd didn't need to be hypnotised to play around, and get into trouble.

'What's up?' Derrick asked.

Rita cleared her throat, and said, 'I'm at your command.'

Damn! Why did she have to say that. Knowing there was no choice, didn't make it any easier to accept.

He sighed heavily. This was their so called entertainment, and it seemed to have gone wrong. He didn't want to be involved in their pathetic pranks. His parents acted like adults, but given the slightest excuse they were kids again.

'What am I supposed to do with you?' he asked, sounding bored.

'Anything you want,' she said.

Rita was highly embarrassed, but thankful the young boy didn't recognise how turned on she was. The lad was handsome and looked very virile. This wasn't sensible thinking, it was from feeling so hot. Damn! What if she'd walked in on a mature male, and offered herself so blatantly? She would be laid across the table being screwed by now. An image of herself spread across the table, with dress up around her waist, flooded her mind with arousal.

They weren't going to include him in their stupid games. He'd teach her not to leave herself open to abuse. Someone else was supposed to find her, and take advantage, while the crowd thought it great fun.

'Anything I want? Well, come here and kiss me,' he told her.

He watched her almost run to him. She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his lips. When she opened her mouth and delved in, he was taken aback. He just stood there with the can in his hand, while she smooched him for all she was worth.

She took a breath, and he returned the kiss. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and gave her a long, deep, French kiss. When they came up for air, she was panting. He recognised that. Either running, or being sexually on fire did that to someone. He was only just eighteen, yet old enough to realise the woman was sexed up.

Any moment the right person would arrive, so he had better get going. He smiled at her and wished there was more. He took a good look at her, and realised she was attractive for an old woman. About his mother's age, younger, late thirties maybe. She had a voluptuous figure, full of delightful curves. Not fat, not at all, she was fit.

Without thinking he whispered in an ear. Not knowing if it would work was exciting, and something to look forward to. Of course she wouldn't remember what she had done with him, as that is how hypnosis worked.

In his bedroom he laughed. Of course it wouldn't work, as nothing was that easy. Even Mrs Jones wasn't that easy, he laughed.

He enjoyed the kissing. It was a funny thing, kissing one of his mother's friends. He could have felt her up while she was so vulnerable, but he hadn't thought of that.

***

Her husband scrambled through the throng of party goers, who'd forgotten about Rita. They were watching a couple pretending to take up various sexual positions. They were fully clothed, but it still looked raunchy. Their minds were willing, but their older bodies wouldn't bend to some of the outrageous positions.

The woman hiked up her dress, and bent over for the man to take her from behind. The panties weren't made for just anyone to ogle, though of course, she thought they were privately performing in her bedroom. The man didn't get his cock out, though some shouted for him to.

He really went for it, and she panted for him to take her hard. The party was going from bad to worse. As Richard was about to leave the lounge, he recognised who they were. They weren't a couple, they were from different marriages. No wonder everyone found it so hilarious. The other halves weren't so amused.

He wondered how his wife was, as he had been delayed getting to the kitchen. Having to use the bathroom at the last moment held him up. Maybe it was nerves, or he needed his prostrate checked. The hypnotist told him to wait with her in the kitchen, then send her out looking dishevelled. He walked in to find her unwrapping packaged cinnamon rolls. A cook she wasn't.

Her lipstick was smudged, and she did look untidy, which was unlike her. How to make her look dishevelled, he didn't have a clue. He shrugged his shoulders, and sent her back out with the lumpy rolls.

'Here she is, the lovely Rita,' the hypnotist announced.

'Up here on stage, Rita. So, what took you so long in the kitchen, Rita?' he asked, as though he didn't know.

'I was taken advantage of, and had to do things,' she said, looking embarrassed

'What did you do, Rita?'

'I French kissed a young man,' she replied, looking even more guilty.

The crowd were loving it, and hung on every word to find out who the man was.

'Naughty, raunchy, Rita! What else did you do, Rita?' he demanded.

'I, err, I let him take me over the kitchen table,' she told everyone.

That wasn't true, it was a fantasy. It must have been a command from the hypnotist that she wasn't aware of. What else was there waiting to jump out to humiliate her.

'Who was it you did naughty things with, raunchy Rita?' he asked.

'I, err, I don't know,' she admitted, looking very shifty.

'You don't know who did it to you?' he said, sounding surprised.

'No, I don't. I don't know who did it to me,' she worriedly spoke.

'Are you on the pill, Rita?' he asked, looking concerned.

At this the party goers changed from laughs to groans, especially from the women.

'No, I haven't been for ages,' Rita revealed.

Damn the bastard! He was revealing all her personal information. At least they had moved on from who she had been kissing. To reveal that, would be devastating.

'Well, Rita, I am disappointed in you. I sent you out to prepare some snacks for us, and you've turned out to be a right little slut,' he said, with mock disappointment.

From that cue, her husband appeared from the kitchen, with another plate of snacks, equally inedible.

'Is this the mystery man? ' he asked.

'Yes,' Rita happily beamed.

Everyone applauded the punch-line. It didn't last long, as the action continuing behind the hypnotist and Rita, grabbed everyone's attention. He'd forgotten about those two, when receiving such a rapt response from teasing Rita.

He turned around to find the man with his head buried between the woman's thighs. The command not to get his cock out had been strongly embedded. This position had been forgotten about, and anyway, they should have been stopped well before this.

Before the woman's husband, and the man's wife, could make a fuss, he stopped them. They were quickly brought round, made bows before the audience, and shoved away. Their spouses found it difficult to make a fuss among friends, especially as they were being slapped on the back and encouraged to see the funny side.

The magician decided to make a quick exit. He'd been paid in advance, as usual, in case anything went wrong, which was more than possible. A quick command for Rita had her behaving normally. There was no time to clear the hypnosis entirely from her mind, nor from the pair performing sexual positions.

The party continued loudly, with gossip being bantered to and fro. The stories grew a little with the re-telling. When others were told about the antics of friends, the re-telling would grow out of proportion.

'Nice going, Raunchy Rita,' friends told her.

'Why are they calling me, Raunchy Rita?' she asked her husband.

***

Derrick arrived at Rita's house the following Monday. Opening the door, she looked surprised to see him. An awkward silence followed. Wanting to ask what he wanted was difficult, and if he said he wanted her, she would floor him. If he was going to attempt blackmail, that would be squashed before he had a chance to start. That game wasn't going to be played out, that's for sure.

'Well?' she crossly spoke.

He said something, which she didn't catch. Telling him to follow her, she walked into the lounge, where she was going to sort him out. Was he here to embarrass her over what happened at the party? He sat down while she stood glowering at him. He mumbled something else, which again she missed.

At the party she kissed him, and he kissed her back. There was no way she was going to allow that to happen again. Letting a neighbours son take advantage of her was stupid. It would threaten her reputation. Damn! What would his mother say if she found out about that silly episode at the party. Sitting next to him, she was close enough to be overbearing and assert her authority as an adult. She was ready to shout at him.

A cloud shifted through her thoughts. A thought struck her like a slap to the face! She was hypnotised! Oh! Shit! The boy had left a command in her head during the party, and he just triggered it. That damn hypnotist hadn't cleared her mind properly, as he was in too much of a hurry to leave the party. It came back to her now. Two of her friends had been approaching the hypnotist with mental bludgeons at the ready, and he ran for it.

This bastard of a boy had activated the hypnosis, leaving her in a susceptible state. Surely she wasn't completely helpless. Just sitting there, awaiting his next command was embarrassing. This was ridiculous! What in the name of hell did he think he was doing? She was a mature, married woman, he couldn't do this to her.

It was uncomfortable recalling what happened at the party. They had only kissed in his mother's kitchen, but that wasn't pleasant in the slightest. It was at the time, only because she was programmed to like it. A repeat performance was not going to happen, it was too dreadful. He was a mere eighteen-year-old, and she had a marriage to save, a business to run, and a reputation to protect. None of that could be put in jeopardy by a stupid boy's adolescent whim.

'You enjoyed me holding you, and kissing you at the party. You'd love to be in my arms again, and would do anything to have me kiss you,' he commanded.

From looking cross, her face seemed to be wiped clean, then changed, with the beginnings of a smile. She looked away, with a frown creasing her features. It didn't seem right somehow. It was difficult to look at him. Every time she did, she had to look away. Glancing at him, she giggled. Turning to him with head bowed, she looked up through long eyelashes.

She licked her lips hoping to be enticing. Not used to seducing boys half her age, she wondered what to do. His lips looked so kissable, she couldn't resist them, and she desperately needed a warm, reassuring hug.

'Will you hold me? Please!' she brazenly spoke.

He gently wrapped his arms around her, not believing this was working out so easily.

'Ooo! That feels so good!' she cooed.

She looked at him, with an open mouth, and offered, 'You can kiss me if you like.'

He hadn't expected her to be so forward, and ask him outright. Nevertheless, it was what he wanted. They kissed for awhile, and then they broke away to stare into each other's eyes. He could feel how hot she was. It was like hugging a radiator, and she was grasping onto him for dear life.

'You want to keep me happy, Rita. You'll do what I like, so as to get what you want. Kiss me,' he said.

He couldn't go too far, too soon, but he was tempted to try. His cock was hard as iron, and aching for it. He let out a sigh, when they broke for air. If she had spun out of hypnotic control, it would have been a disaster. He would be in so much trouble. His mother's friend and neighbour, was being molested by her eighteen-year-old son.

He wanted to laugh from the way she was looking at him. Mrs Jones was looking at him as though she were a love struck schoolgirl. He had to remind himself who she was, or he might become carried away, and go too far. This visit had been meant to prepare her, so he'd best stick to the plan. He gave her instructions, then firmly repeated them. Next, he would get her to repeat them back to him.

***

Two days later he was standing at her door, hoping not to be slapped. Mr Jones was away on business, so in theory the coast was clear.

'Hi, Mrs Jones,' Derrick said.

'Hello, Derrick, what can I do for you?' she asked.

'I just came round to see if you had anything for the charity fate. There's a fun run, are you going to come?' he said.

'I'll be able to come, if you enter me, Derrick,' Rita said, using a coded phrase confirming she was alone.

He smiled at her, trying to be reassuring. The frown on her face was a picture of confusion.

'I'm not sure I'm up for a race,' she hesitantly spoke.

He followed her into the lounge, admiring the wiggle of her hips. As a neighbour he hadn't really noticed her, until that party. From the moment he spoke to her the hypnotic trance took her over, and it became deeper with every step to the lounge.

'What do you have for me, Rita?' he cautiously asked.

'Would you like to sit down, Derrick,' Rita politely offered.

Damn! The boy was back and had her hypnotised again. Looking at him, sitting on the sofa, he didn't look much of a threat. Last time he was here nothing happened, at least, nothing she didn't want.

The hugs and kisses were nice. She enjoyed that. Funny enough it was exactly what was needed. A warm, comforting hug and lovely soft kisses. It reminded her of an innocent lost youth. It was naughty letting a neighbour's boy kiss her, but a little naughtiness in one's life was invigorating.

'What do you want?' he asked.

'A nice warm hug, Derrick,' she smiled.

He patted the sofa next to him, and she eagerly sat down. He hesitantly wrapped an arm around her, wondering if the spell had been broken, and this was a trap. When she quickly wrapped her arms around him, it confirmed she was still hypnotised.

'It's nice when we kiss, Derrick,' she hinted, and opened her mouth.

It was perfectly alright to kiss and cuddle. Rita wasn't too sure why, but it just was. In any case, he could be trusted not to go too far. The boy would be too afraid to take advantage of her, especially as she knew his mother. She relaxed, ready to snuggle up to him, and be engulfed in his warm embrace. It felt so lovely. The comforting feel of his arms around her was exactly what she needed.

He wasn't used to a girl leaving her eyes open while kissing. It didn't put him off. He reminded himself she wasn't a girlfriend, she was a neighbour, and a married woman. It gave him extra impetus to delve in with his tongue and go for it! The forbidden nature of kissing an adult heated him up.

He could feel the heat of her body, and she was panting. The woman was stoked up, but was she ready for it? They took a break, breathing heavily, and with smiles on their faces. She stared at him with a look of pleasure plastered across her face.

'That was nice, Derrick,' she demurely smiled.

He gave her instructions, and saw the expression change. She looked doubtful and reluctant. Was this going too far? He'd heard that hypnosis subjects would only go so far, before breaking free of the hypnosis. His cock was bouncing for relief. He could see it twitching in his jeans.

'What do you want, Rita?' he asked, worried over what might happen.

Would she follow a more lurid command, or was he pushing her too far?

'This lovely big cock!' she heavily breathed.

'Where do you want it?' he asked.

It was a risk, but he simply had to take it.

'I want to play with it,' she seriously spoke.

Staring at his trouser lump, she sincerely told him, 'Please, Derrick, I want to play with your cock. You'll cuddle and kiss me then, won't you Derrick, promise?'

He hadn't commanded her to say that, she was improvising.

'Alright, Rita, I promise to cuddle and kiss you. You can play with my cock now,' he allowed.

Watching her unzip his jeans was mesmerising. Her cool hand delved into his fly, and ever so gently, she pulled out his cock. They both sat there for a moment, admiring his hard-on. He was admiring the fact she was gripping it, for it was the first time he'd seen another person's hand holding it.