"Touchdown! Again!" Alex was a happy fan: his team was dominating their traditional rivals on Monday Night. Life was good.
His rather pregnant wife, Janine, was reading nearby. "Hurray for our team," she said amusedly. She was no football fan, but never begrudged that Alex was. She was a terrific wife in many ways, not the least being her extraordinary hypnosis skills. Janine's talent as a hypnotist and Alex's talent as a hypnotic subject made their sex life extremely interesting.
"What's the score, honey?" she asked.
"It's 42 to 17, with twelve minutes to play."
Jan got up heavily from her reading chair and approached the couch. "You know, with the score that lopsided, maybe you can break early for a little 'fun'?" She sat down next to him.
Alex conceded the point. "Yeah, it's in the bag now." He turned towards his wife. She'd let her houserobe come unfastened and her pregnant belly was exposed. He smiled at the thought of the two daughters they knew from the ultrasound she was carrying. Alex's gaze raised a little higher to take in Jan's breasts. They were definitely larger than before the conception, and the nipples were browner and more prominent. Certainly they would be ready for nursing when the time came.
He raised his eyes to her face. Suddenly everything changed! Her hazel irises were gone, replaced by a complicated spiral. Alex's mouth gaped a little as he felt himself transfixed. He couldn't avert his gaze from those entrancing, twisting curves; his body refused to obey.
Slowly and carefully, Jan stood up keeping her eyes all the while on her husband's. His bound eyes followed her progress upwards. Step by careful step, Jan backed towards their bedroom. Without a conscious thought directing it, Alex's body stood up and followed. It seemed determined to move as required to prevent the line of sight from being broken.
Their dance was slower and more stately than when they'd walked down the aisle in the church to be wedded. Jan did everything in slow motion to make sure she didn't need to look anywhere but her husband's eyes. Like a bird entranced by a serpent, Alex had to follow her into the bedroom.
Jan stepped forwards at last. She divested herself of her robe and tossed it aside. "Remove your pants," Jan whispered. Alex had to do it − all by sense of touch, of course. In a piece of complicated choreography, he was guided onto the bed on his back with Jan on her hands and knees above him, all done without breaking eye contact.