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Wife pretends her husband hypnotizes her, so she'd flash his friend for Nude Day
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A few months before the Nude Day holiday, Gordon took an online, ten week, intensive course in hypnotism from the prestigious Royal Academy of Hypnotists, Ventriloquists, Magicians, and Wizards. The Royal Academy was the only such academy that had the highly regarded Harry Potter seal of approval. Upon completion of the course and remittance of his final payment, he received his mortarboard, black robe, diploma, and wand. The wand was mostly used for magicians and wizards, but since the academy bought them cheaply by the gross, having all their graduates buy a mortarboard, black robe, and a wand increased their profits.
"The Royal Academy of Hypnotists, Ventriloquists, Magicians, and Wizards, after having completed its extensive training, with all the honors, privileges, and responsibilities appertaining thereunto bestowed, recognizes you, Gordon, as a Hypnotist, Ventriloquist, Magician, and/or Wizard."
Lumping them all together, apparently, it was more cost effective not to have separate diplomas for hypnotists, ventriloquists, magicians, and/or wizards. Nonetheless, after barely finishing high school decades earlier and never having cracked open a book since, Gordon was proud of his educational accomplishment in taking and completing his course in hypnotism, and his academic achievement in graduating and receiving his diploma, mortarboard, black robe, and wand received from the prestigious Royal Academy of Hypnotists, Ventriloquists, Magicians, and/or Wizards.
So long as he occupied his time with anything other than drinking beer at the pub, watching sports on television at home, while drinking more beer, and surfing the net for porn, his wife, Irene, was proud that Gordon was willing to continue his education by taking a course in anything. Irene, a freckled, sexy, and pretty redhead with hair as red as she was Irish, had eyes so blue that people thought they were colored contacts. The reason why he continued his education to become a hypnotist, Gordon had been after Irene to have sex with his friend, Roger, while he watched and masturbated.
Not immediately making the connection, Irene was glad that her husband occupied his free time with something other than that kind of monkey business of her having sex with his friend, Roger. Even though she fancied his friend and would, no doubt, have sex with him, if she could, the idea of Gordon watching her having sex with another man, while he masturbated didn't much appeal to her. Nonetheless, knowing Gordon, as well as she did, she soon suspected that his sudden interest in hypnotism had something to do with her having sex with Roger.
All through his instruction of hypnotism, Irene served as his practice subject and volunteer test dummy. He was so committed to learning hypnotism that he practiced every day. Not wanting to burst his bubble by telling him that he wasn't hypnotizing her and that the instruction received from the prestigious Royal Academy of Hypnotists, Ventriloquists, Magicians, and Wizards was just a bunch of malarkey and a ruse to get his money, she pretended that she was hypnotized. So long as he was home with her, rather than out drinking at the pub, what harm would pretending that he was hypnotizing her do?
For the sake of her husband's pride and happiness, she was happy to go along with making him think that he was hypnotizing her. Besides, with hypnosis her excuse to do things that she'd normally never do, especially not in front of her husband, perhaps this was a way for her to have some sexy fun. Now with him thinking that she was hypnotized and didn't know what she was doing, maybe that was her way to finally have sex with Roger.
Unaware that he was being duped by his wife, proud of his intellectual accomplishment and his newfound skill at successfully putting Irene in a trance like state, Gordon invited his friend Roger over the house for a few drinks and a demonstration of his ability to hypnotize his wife. Now having complete control of Irene, Gordon, no doubt, had thoughts of doing more than just hypnotizing his wife.
"Part of the hypnotism is that I have to sway a shiny object in front of Irene's eyes. Of course, it doesn't work, unless the person's mind is cleared and ready to be hypnotized. Even the best hypnotist can't hypnotize everyone," said Gordon puffing out his chest. "It works better when the subject being hypnotized isn't very bright," he said lowering his voice and watching out that Irene wasn't listening.
"I heard that, Gordon," said Irene from the kitchen.
"I wasn't talking about you, Irene," said Gordon, while winking at Roger.
"Wow, I'd love to learn how to hypnotize people," said Roger. "Just off the top of my head, I can think of a dozen women I'd love to put under a love spell, if you know what I mean, my mother, my sister, my mother-in-law, and my cousin Susan with the big tits."
"Actually, to be honest, I took the course because of National Nude Day," said Gordon. "Now that I'm quickly becoming expert at hypnosis, Nude Day is just the tip of the iceberg. I dare say that, once I have enough experience under my belt, I can hypnotize anyone on any holiday."
"Wow," said Roger, "but Nude Day? I don't get it. Why Nude Day?" Roger looked at his friend with curious interest.
"I figured I'd hypnotize Irene and have some sexy naked fun with her, if you know what I mean," he said with a lusty laugh, while giving his friend a wink and a high five. "Maybe I'll ring up for some fish and chips delivery and have her answer the door naked."
"I heard you, Gordon," said Irene from the kitchen. "I don't mind you hypnotizing me, but I'll never get naked, especially in front of a food delivery driver or Roger or any other of your horny friends. Besides, I read that you can't make someone do something that they wouldn't ordinarily do."
"Calm down, Irene. I was only kidding. I knew you could hear me," he said looking at his friend with an apologetic shrug. "I'm not that accomplished in my craft, yet, that I have that kind of hypnotic power over you," he said to his wife, while winking at his friend again.
"So how does it all work, Gordon?" No doubt imagining Irene naked, Roger looked at his friend with even more interest.
"Well, as part of my power of hypnosis, it helps if I use some rhyming words, in the same way that a witch uses rhyming words to put someone under her spell."
"Wow. I never knew hypnosis was so complicated," said Roger.
"Oh, it is. Let me tell you. I took an intensive ten week course and I never read so much and studied so hard in my life," said Gordon looking up at his diploma that he prominently displayed in his living room and over his favorite chair with pride. "So anyway, in honor of National Nude Day, the reason why I took the course--" he said lowering his voice again, so that Irene wouldn't hear.
"I can still hear you, Gordon and you're not getting me naked," said Irene from the kitchen.
"No one's getting naked, Irene. So, anyway, being that I'm not much of a poet, I chose the words, Happy Lewd, Crude & Rude Nude Day as my opening to clear the mind of my subject," said Gordon.
"I can't wait to see you hypnotize someone," said Roger looking towards the kitchen and nodding his head in Irene's direction.
"Irene, get in here, please," said Gordon. "I want to show Roger all that I learned."
"Okay, but behave yourself, Gordon. You know that I have no idea what I'm doing or what someone does to me, once you put me under your powerful hypnotic spell and give me your mind clearing hypnotic suggestions. I hope you'll have enough respect for me, you're wife, not to embarrass me in front of your friend," she said.
"Don't worry, Irene, as a graduate of the prestigious Royal Academy of Hypnotists, Ventriloquists, Magicians, and Wizards," said Gordon looking up at his diploma with a face full of pride, "I must adhere to their strict code of conduct or I lose my license to practice my black art."
"You do?" Roger looked at his friend with awe. "You have a license to practice a black art?"
"Well, I don't actually have a license, yet. But I will after I complete their advanced course in hypnotism and after I study all the next batch of new materials and pay them a fee. This time, before I graduate, I have to go to England to take the test at the Royal Academy and that's the next thing I'm going to do," said Gordon puffing out his chest with pride again.
"I've never seen you as serious about anything, Gordon," said Roger. "What's a black art?"
"Theoretically a black art is having the power over someone to control them. The typical things that fall under the black art category are witchcraft, wizardry and other mystical practices, such as magic, demonology, astrology, voodoo, bringing back the dead, reincarnation, the occult, paranormal psychology, spells, hexes, and now hypnotism," said Gordon.
