(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EDIT : unfortunately recomposed images can not be published on literotica either, even if you own the rights to all the parts of the images ...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.