This is entirely fictional. It is an adult story about sex, cheating, exhibitionsism and cuckolding, so if you don't want or like reading about such stories, then I suggest you close this and move along to something else.
Like all of my stories, it starts a little slowly, setting the mood but, or so they tell me, my stories are well worth the time it takes to read them.
This is fictional, and as such, I can write it however I like. If it doesn't make sense to you, then we simply don't think the same way. Please don't berate me for that...
I welcome criticism, however, if you are going to be negative, be constructive. I will delete those critics who choose to rant, be vindictive or complain about the context of my writing. If you don't like what I write, or want to rant...write your own story...
My name is Dan. I'm 49, 6', 192lbs, fit, brown hair and eyes. I have been married to Karen for 14 years now second marriages for both of us. She is five years my junior and a knockout at 5'6", 137lbs, 36C, thin waist and more than a handful of luscious butt. She is also a tigress in bed. But she wasn't always like this.
Oh no...up until two years ago, Karen was rather frigid in bed. She mostly restricted are sexual acts to the missionary position with the lights out. I'd die to see her body, and she knows it. But instead of using it to get me to do things, she hides it away. I guess I'm kind of lucky at that. She could easily have been one of those women that winds her men around her little finger. And I would have been one of those windings...so I guess I should count myself lucky.
However, two years ago we went to a party, where there was a professional hypnotist as a guest. He really livened up that party...and my wife...
It all started on a Friday evening around 7 o'clock when we arrived at one of my bosses' residence. Ken was a vice-president in our multi-national at a relatively young age and still is a rising star. At the time of this incident, he was in his early 40's. He had recently had a rather nasty divorce and was often out on the prowl when at the bars.
That night was a company benefit and he had invited mostly young couples and several rising star employees, so I considered myself fortunate when I received an invitation. I was dressed in formal attire. Karen had on a rather demure looking black number that fell somewhere past her knees. But the truth was it hugged her form nicely showing her off to all who looked, and plenty did. She hated coming to these functions because she was always expected to dress like that and hated being on display.
It wasn't always like this, I remember when we were single and I was dating her. She would dress in some pretty revealing cloths back then. She had told me over the years of her somewhat wanton past. Besides her first husband of six years, she'd had an even dozen boyfriends and a few one-night stands. But her Christian upbringing was such that she was expected to be demure and forthright as a married woman. And that eventually led to our recent predicament. Not that she ever refused me; it was just that she never indulged me. No blowjobs, no experimental sex...nothing accept the missionary position. I was never able to shake her out of this thought process. Dam the religious right!
Anyway, the evening had started out well and slowly listed to a close. Being a member of the company I couldn't skip out on the boss when things started winding down, so I was left waiting on Ken's permission to leave. In the end, there were six other couples left and four single guys including Ken and two single gals, including a little blond number who had attracted the attention of Ken. I figured, rightly as it turned out, that as long as some of the prettier women were on hand, the boss' selection would stick around a little longer. So I didn't expect to be given the opportunity to leave while the night was still relatively young, and Ken could still make the moves on this woman.
One of the single guys was a friend of the boss who turned out to be the afore mentioned hypnotist. He was a well-known character with a somewhat bizarre reputation for rather risqué shows. But this was a company function, so when Ken asked him to do a few things I wasn't expecting anything inflammatory or outrageous even if most of the guests had already left. Just goes to show you that even the best of us make mistakes every once in awhile...as if my choice in a wife wasn't a key point there.
The people left at the party were all relatively young, from mid 20's to mid 30's with Ken, myself and my wife being the exception. However, with our fit bodies we matched well with the rest of the mixed company.
Ken asked his friend if he wouldn't mind entertaining the guests. Fred started things out tame enough, encouraging people to come forward and hypnotizing them to make them do some silly but relatively tame things. He had us come up in groups of three or four and would run through a routine with us. Then one of the guests made mention of his risqué show and asked why he hadn't done anything of that nature yet. Fred looked at him and asked if he wanted to watch his wife take on the rest of the guests. The man gave a rather sheepish no and looked away to the merriment of the other guests. However, my wife was one of those who was still under hypnosis and for some strange reason my mouth engaged at the same time as my mind...so when I thought, "I would" I heard the sound as well. The laughing suddenly stopped and I realized that I wasn't the only one to hear those words.
"Really", asked Ken. I looked around the room and thought that I had really put my foot in it now, but I looked back at my boss and nodded my head.
"Yes sir," I said boldly, "my wife is rather frigid in bed, so I wouldn't mind seeing her come out of her shell." There I had put into words what I had known for years. I don't know why I had spoken thus to this company of mostly strangers, but maybe for the very reason they were strangers I was emboldened.
I turned to look at them and said, "Look at her, my wife. Look at that body, covered in a sheath dress. She can't hide her charms, but she tries to. She can't hide her sexuality, but she tries to suppress it. I would like to see her come out of her shell." I turned to Fred and asked, "Can you do that?"
"Hypnotism can't really change a person's innate personality," he said, "but if there is something under that I can bring it out. Is there something I can work with?" he asked.
Now I was in the stew. I had not only put my mouth in it but both feet as well. I couldn't rightly back out now, or so I told myself. The reality was, I didn't want to back out of it.
"Yeah, there is. She wasn't always like this. When we were dating, she would wear some pretty risqué clothing. And when she was younger still, early twenties or so, she was even more open."
