(Thanks to Steven for his photos to illustrate my story! Thanks to Gioia Beil for posing!
EDIT : unfortunately recomposed images can not be published on literotica either, even if you own the rights to all the parts of the images ... so I will just publish without the images for now and I'll do an illustrated version in september.
This story is written in the view of a husband whose wife falls victim to the infamous professor Royer and his mind-controlling device.
This is the second part. Thanks a lot for the feedback on the first part, I appreciate it a lot and try to use it to improve my stories :-)
Also sorry again, but it is not possible to publish the x-rated photos on Literotica.)
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I jerked up when I heard noise at the front door. I had fallen asleep again while waiting for my dear wife Iveta to come home. I rubbed my eyes and felt a tiny kiss on the cheek.
"Bertrand, my love, you should sleep in the bed!", Iveta said cheerfully.
She was still wearing her stunning black mini-skirt and her tight white shirt, which looked a bit crumpled. Her hair was slightly undone and I could smell a faint odor of alcohol. I look at the clock in the living room and it read 2:20. A sting to my heart made we completely awake.
"Where have you been?" I asked suddenly very concerned. A sexy woman like my wife in this outfit was a likely target for any sexual predator lurking in the dark.
"We have gone out with Nina and the boys," she replied excitedly. "Armand and Roberto have been looking for you but you were already gone."
She giggled stupidly and I realized that she was more than a bit drunk.
"They wanted to celebrate the great bet from this morning," she continued. I contained my anger and frustration because I wanted to hear what had been going on tonight.
"We went to the Bra Buster Club again, like yesterday. It was a lot of fun." Iveta got a dreaming look as she recalled the events from her evening.
"So, do you think that stupid bet was worth celebrating?" I asked her somewhat aggressively. I was really upset at the idea that my beautiful wife was partying with my colleagues while I was not there. She was not into partying before so why was she going out two nights in a row?
"My dear husband," Iveta said, taking me into her arms, "I am sooooo happy that you did not object to this. Everything went great and everybody is convinced that I am single. Nobody suspects that I am married to you, isn't that wonderful?"
"It is wonderful that you are not married to me?" I spat.
"No no, Bertrand, it just means that my job is safe," my lovely wife slurred, "and I am sooooo happy to keep my blowjob."
I looked at her stunned but she corrected herself quickly.
"my job, I mean! my job!"
"You never ever use that kind of words! What has gotten into you?" I stood up and Iveta looked at me smiling drunkenly. She was clearly not in her normal state as she would have been shocked just hearing the word "blowjob". Now she was using it and not having second thoughts.
"Sorry Bertrand, Armand and Roberto did not stop using ... umm ... naughty words tonight."
Again I tried to put my exasperation aside because I wanted to understand what my colleagues had been up to.
"So what happened?" I asked in a somewhat calmer way.
"Not much, my darling, just the usual flirting ..."
"What usual flirting??" I exclaimed
"You know, the boys were always hitting on Nina and now they are also hitting on me since they believe that I am single and as ... hmm ... naughty as Nina. I hope you don't mind my darling, its a small price to pay for keeping my job."
I grumbled something in agreement. I was dearly in love with my wife and I wanted her to be happy. She was treasuring this job as it allowed her to feel part of our society and it helped us pay the bills. I was hating my colleagues for flirting with my wife but as long they kept a distance from her then I would be able to keep my jealousy under control..
"So what happened?" I repeated, succeeding in giving my sexy wife a little smile.
"Thanks for not getting upset, Bertrand, you know that this is very important to me."
My loving wife sat next to me on the couch but she was a little tipsy and fell back against the cushions of the armrest. She giggled a bit while straightening her mini-skirt out, but she just had given me a full view of her nice and naked shaven pussy.
"Oops," she said grinning, "I think I am a bit drunk."
I had never seen my wife drunk but I did not really care because the sight of my wife in this outfit with her naked pussy underneath just had given me a nearly painful hard-on. I suddenly was hoping to get some sex tonight!
"But you took a taxi back home, right?" I asked, suddenly concerned.
"Armand drove me home," my lovely wife replied. "He really insisted. I don't know why."
I felt angry again, my wife was just too gullible. Armand was of course having an idea in mind.
"He just asked that I show him my ... ummm ... pussy again. Since he saw it this morning already I just thought that it was not a big deal. So I just lifted my skirt and he had a good look." My wife giggled again. "The problem was that he got so distracted that he kept missing the right way to bring me home. I think it took us one hour to come here. You see, nothing worth mentioning."
I was fuming internally but I had to get over it. This was part of our strategy to protect Iveta's job. My cock was aching in my jeans and my arousal was too big, I started caressing my stunning wife's legs trough her stockings. To my surprise she responded and gave me a big wet kiss. I tasted alcohol but also tobacco on her tongue, which seemed kind of strange as Iveta was rather anti-smoking, but I did not even flinch as I was moving my wife's skirt up her hips and exposing her naked and shaved pussy. She started to undo my jeans and I lifted myself up to help her. I fiddled with the buttons on her skirt while my dear wife got hold of my erect cock from my boxer shorts. Unfortunately I was so excited that after Iveta gave it two or three strokes I started cumming in huge streaks all over the couch.
"Oops," said my lovely wife proudly, "I guess you like when I show myself to other men. I've never seen you so hard."
I laid back, completely frustrated by my premature ejaculation. Iveta stood up quickly, a little unsure on her stocked legs.
"I need to take a shower now," she giggled, "don't forget to clean up your ... umm ... mess before it dries."
She walk away from me, giving me an incredible view on her perfect naked ass. My cock sprung back to life almost immediately.
"But I want you now!" I protested.
"Later Armand, later," and she walked to the bathroom.
I felt double betrayed because I hadn't had proper sex with my stunning wife and because she had just called me by the name of a colleague. I knew it was because she was drunk but it still hurt.
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I woke up at 5:00 to the noise Iveta was making as she got dressed again.
"What are you doing?" I asked in an exhausted voice.
"I need to go to the center, Professor Royer needs me there."
"But you slept only 2 hours?"
"I feel very good Bertrand, I am not tired," my sweet wife replied.