All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
This is the continuation of 'Be Careful What You Wish For'. In Part 1 Dave Brickman agrees to go to couples counselling with his wife Marion. She thinks he's oversexed and he wishes she would be more adventurous in the bedroom. The therapist starts Marion on a course of hypnotherapy. Dave discovers that the key word 'aeons' puts his wife in a suggestible state and the word 'hectic' causes her to return to her normal condition with only a vague memory of what she had done in between. Dave decides to conduct his own hypno therapy sessions with surprising results.
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After they got home from the party, Dave was so keyed up that he didn't get to sleep 'til the wee small hours of the morning. By contrast his wife Marion was gone the moment her head hit the pillow.
Dave assumed that she didn't have as clear a recollection as he did of the whole evening's events.
He had happened to remember the key word that Marion's therapist had used to make her become more open to suggestions. And the blow job she had given him in the car showed just how amazingly successful the hypnotherapy was.
However there had been that cop that had pulled them over and his wife's brazen and effective efforts to get him to tear up the ticket.
All David had really wanted when Marion suggested they get into couples counselling was that she might loosen up a little sexually. He didn't really know if he could handle the wildly amoral animal he had seen her become when left to her own fantasies.
He spent the next few days in a state of total bewilderment.
He called Dr. Von Stramm's office and postponed his appointment. He didn't cancel it. He just told the receptionist who took the call that he needed a little more time to figure out his feelings. He said he'd call and re-book.
Marion on the other hand continued going to therapy twice a week. And the change that he had seen in her since she started the treatment continued.
After a week or so Dave started worrying less about his wife's transformation and more about getting laid.
One night he came home with flowers, another night, with a new pair of earrings. Marion seemed really pleased with these little gifts but when he made his eager advances to her in the bedroom she shut him down cold.
On one occasion she had actually stiff armed him, slamming him in the chest with her outstretched hand and telling him to 'back off'!
Dave's frustration level and sperm back up were both reaching critical mass.
One day, about two weeks after the incident with the highway patrolman, Dave decided there was more than one way to skin a cat.
He called Marion from the office about mid-way through the morning.
He told her quickly about what was going on at work and listened impatiently while she told him about some of her girlfriend's gossip.
And then he said innocently enough...
"You know honey it's been aeons since I made you dinner. Why don't you plan on just relaxing this evening and let me take care of you..." 'aeons' was the trigger word Dave had used the last time that he and Marion had had sex.
Of course he had no idea whether or not the therapist might have changed it. He waited nervously to see what his wife was going to say. It seemed like it was taking her a long time to answer.
But then Marion said...
"I think I'd enjoy that..."
And Dave thought he detected a certain sexy purr in her voice. He was very encouraged. He told her he'd pick up something interesting on the way home and that he was looking forward to their evening.
Marion said..."Me too. See you later hon..." then hung up the phone.
Dave could barely contain his excitement. For the rest of the morning and through the lunch hour his imagination ran wild, picturing all the kinky things his wife might be preparing for their evening.
By two o'clock He couldn't stand it anymore. He told his boss he was feeling fluish and that he thought he'd better go home.
He stopped at the gourmet grocery in the mall just in case he had got it wrong and all he was really going to get that evening was a good meal.
When he got to the house he decided he would surprise his wife. Instead of pulling into the garage he parked half way up the block and walked the rest of the way.
He slipped up the driveway and went in quietly to the kitchen where he put the groceries down. He remained standing there motionless for a moment listening to see if he could figure out where his wife was.
Since he couldn't hear her he thought she might be upstairs in the bedroom.
Well let the games begin he thought as he climbed stealthfully up the back staircase.
But when he stepped into the bedroom Marion wasn't there. Maybe she was out in the back Dave thought. He stepped out into the hall.
Dave and Marion's house was a loft design. The upstairs bedrooms were all in a row and the hallway connecting them looked down on the living room below.
Out in the hallway Dave could hear Marion's voice. It sounded like it was coming from downstairs. She was probably on the phone.
He went to lean over the railing and look but before he did he heard a man's voice. Now that was odd. The TV was in the basement, not the living room. Was there someone down there with his wife. He sort of peeked over the railing.
There were two men in the living room. One was Tom Ryan his neighbour who was sitting on the couch. The other was Mark Harris, another neighbour who lived down the block. Mark was sitting in a chair off to the corner of the room.
Dave wondered why they were both sitting in his living room on a Tuesday afternoon. He remembered that Tom was doing some major repairs to his pool and that Mark was giving him a hand. Mark was a little bit older that John and Dave. But he was a contractor and a really handy guy to have around if you had a job you wanted to get done.
But that didn't explain what they were doing there. And even more surprising to him than seeing this little group assembled was his wife. Marion was wearing socks and sneakers and the smallest pair of cut-off jean shorts he had ever seen. They barely contained her creamy ass cheeks as she paced back and forth between the two men like a cat. Above the shorts she was wearing a tight white tube top with spaghetti straps, beneath which her conical tits were rippling and heaving with every step she took. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were jutting urgently through her little top.
