Professor Stepford stared deeply into his wife's eyes. The third time he hypnotised her seemed to really put her under. He had returned from a symposium on hypnotism several days ago and decided to test what he learned on his wife. The givers of the symposium really took this stuff seriously forcing all the attendees to sign a morality contract not to use what they learned for anything unethical. It was considered dangerous to fool with peoples minds.
Stepford looked at Julie staring blankly off into space. She was a gorgeous blue-eyed blonde babe with big tits capped with the longest nipples he had ever seen. She had a thin waist, full hips, and a flat, almost muscular belly. She was 28, he was 59. Julie was a former student, who looked a him as a father figure. He had taken advantage of her respect for him and they were married after she graduated.
Julie was perfect in everyway but two. Her first problem was that she smoked. Stepford found it to be a vile habit and that was the reason he had hypnotised her. The first two sessions had seemed to help, she was slowly quitting smoking and as she grew used to being hypnotised, the third time had completely put her under.
"Julie, slowly repeat over and over, I do not need a cigarette. The more you say it the more it comes true."
Stepford got up to go to the bathroom leaving his wife saying, "I do not want a cigarette," so softly he could barely hear her.
Stepford sat on the toilet and leafed through the pile of magazines beside him. He pulled out a copy of Penthouse letters and began reading a story.
Julie's second great fault was her sexual naiveté. The girl had the body of a porn star and the mind of a nun. She had even considered joining a convent before settling on going to school to become a psychologist to learn to help people. Stepford wished his wife was more like the women in Penthouse. He wanted a horny little slut to serve his every need.
Stepford flushed the toilet and returned to his wife still mindlessly repeating the phrase over and over. He wondered how long she would do this if he died on the spot.
"Julie, I have a new phrase for you. Repeat, I love sucking cock, as you listen to my voice."
"I love sucking cock. I love sucking cock," said Julie over and over.
'My god, she's doing it,' thought Stepford. "Whenever we're home, instead of craving your nightly cigarette, you crave sucking on my cock. You love the taste of sperm. Say it."
"I love the taste of sperm. I love the taste of sperm."
"Excellent, now listen closely Julie. When I wake you from your trance, we are going to get ready for bed. You're going to go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. There is a copy of Penthouse sitting next to the toilet. Pick it up and read the story on the dog-eared page. It is about a woman who gets a lesson on cocksucking from her husband. That story will change the way you think about performing oral sex. From then on, you will love sucking cock and swallowing sperm. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up. You will remember nothing I've told you though you will act on everything I've said. You will not link your new behaviour with being hypnotised."
Julie's eyes came into focus when Stepford snapped his fingers. She smiled at him shyly. "I think it worked, I don't feel like a cigarette."
"Good honey, if not we'll keep it up till you're cured. It's late, lets get ready for bed."
Stepford went into the bedroom and Julie went into the bathroom. He stripped off his suit and pulled his boxers down. Curious to see if it worked, he tiptoed over to the bathroom door. It was open a crack and he peered through it. Julie was sitting on the toilet seemingly very engrossed by the story she was reading in Penthouse. He frowned when he saw she had already changed into her nightgown. It was an ugly thing that covered her body from her neck to her ankles. She didn't believe in showing off her body and he had to sneak peeks of her in the shower to see her nude. Maybe he could change that?
Stepford returned to the bedroom and laid naked on the bed. He crossed his legs and tried to concentrate on a book, but kept thinking of what might be about to happen. His ex-wife hadn't liked sucking cock either. He had only gotten a blowjob once when he was a teenager and she hadn't finished him off. He looked down his white and black chest hair at his penis barely visible past his paunch, but it was plumping up with anticipation.
"Stepford!" said Julie entering the room.
"There's nothing wrong with a wife seeing her husband nude Julie." She was staring at his cock. He felt it twitch and rise up off his balls. Julie reached over and turned off the light. "What are you doing, I was reading?" She didn't answer him, but he felt her climb on the bed beneath his feet. He spread his legs for her.
Stepford was disappointed. He wanted to watch her take his cock in her mouth. He should have remembered she would turn the lights off. Maybe, he could change that too?
Julie wrapped her fist around his cock and it turned rock hard. Stepford wasn't exactly hung like a horse. In fact, her fist covered his entire penis except for the head. He felt her breath on his penis. "Honey, what are you doing?"
"A good wife does things to please her husband," she said before her lips touched the head of his cock.
It was everything he hoped it would be. Julie ran her tongue in a circle around his cockhead and then took him in her warm mouth. She removed her hand from his cock swallowing him whole. It was more then he could stand and his cock jerked as he erupted in her mouth. His cock quickly went limp, but Julie kept her lips squeezed around the shaft and bobbed her head as if she was milking it for more sperm. She kept it up until his cock grew too sensitive and he had to yank it from her mouth. "Thanks honey," he said.
"Thank you," maybe you'll let me do it again in the morning.
Stepford woke up the next morning with Julie's lips already wrapped around his cock. She released him long enough to kiss and lick his balls before returning to blowing him. He lasted a little longer this time, but still came in a couple minutes. Just like last night, she squeezed her lips around his cock milking him for every drop of seed. Once again he wished he could see her, but she had crawled under the covers.
Stepford watched her crawl out from under the covers, taking a blanket with her to protect her modesty. She ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
"Julie," he said, when she came out of the bathroom with her hair wet and wearing her frumpy robe. "I need to hypnotise you and reaffirm your commands."
"But I haven't had a cigarette in over a day now."
"That's why we need to keep it working. Come sit at the table."
His trusting wife sat across from him and within minutes of his using the technique, she was completely under again. It really did get easier as they got used to it. "Julie listen to my voice and obey what I say. Stand up and remove your robe."
"But then you'll se me naked." Her voice was monotonous, without feeling.
"I am not here. There is just my voice and you must obey my voice. Remove your robe."
Julie stood and without another word, pulled her hideous nightgown over her head. Stepford inhaled sharply at his wife's gorgeous naked body. Four years of marriage and he had never had a view this good.
The old professor stood up and grabbed his wife's breasts, delighting in seeing something he had only touched in the dark. He bent down and kissed her nipples. Julie just stared off into space not responding in any way. He kneeled and kissed her flat tummy and belly button. He loved seeing a woman's navel. Stepford licked her navel, and ran his hand across her light-brown pubic hair. He couldn't resisit moving around behind her and checking out her ass. He pulled her butt-cheeks apart and stared at the cute little rosebud that was her ass-hole. He had never dreamed of fucking a woman's ass, but now whole new vistas were opening for him to explore. He wished he were eighteen again and not a fat, tired old man.
