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.
Stepford had to get moving so he stood up. "Julie from now on, you like showing off your body. You are proud of your figure and big breasts. Repeat, I love showing off my body."
"I love showing off my body," she began mumbling.
Stepford left her there and took a quick shower, cut even shorter by the fact that there was no hot water. "Damn," he said shivering under the could water. He would have to call a plumber to come fix the hot water heater. This was the second time it had broke down in three months. He'd call from his cell phone on the way to class and he wasn't paying them a another dime.
Stepford finished showering, dried, and dressed. He returned to his wife still mumbling about liking to show off her body. "Julie, I am going to leave my credit card on the table. After I leave for work, your going to go shopping for new outfits to show off your hot bod. I want you to buy some short skirts and some halter tops. You love your navel and want to show it off. Buy clothes to show off your belly. You will also buy sexy lingerie, you particularily like garter belts. You also want to spend time working on your tan in the backyard, so buy a very skimpy bikini. Be careful not to get burned." His wife had beautiful fair skin, that had never seen a sun's rays in its life. He thought she'd look even better with a tan. Plus, he wanted to show her off at the beach to all his friends. "Do you understand these insructions?"
"Yes."
"Then I will snap my fingers and you will awaken and you wil never question me when I try to hypnotise you in the future and throw away that robe. Oh and don't spend over a thousand dollars." He was glad he thought of that. The seminar had warned him about the proper commands so much he was trying to be careful. She might have maxed out his credit card. This could be dangerous if you weren't careful, but then most people didn't have his superior intelligence.
Stepford snapped his fingers. Julie smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. "Have a nice day at work dear," she said. Julie grabbed her robe and walked buck naked towards the kitchen garbage to throw away her robe, completely unconcerned about her nudity. He tossed a credit card on the table and left for work.
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Julie came home from shopping, wearing a halter top, miniskirt, and sandals. She had changed at the mall, throwing her old bulky clothes away. She carried five bags of clothes upstairs and into the bedroom.
Julie stripped off her clothes and took the tags off her new bikini. It was a string-thong bikini that was borderline indecent. It barely covered her nipples, but was stretched so thin you could clearly see them anyway. She bent down to pull the thong on, wincing as her newly peirced belly button pressed into her abdomon. "I love my sexy tummy," she said rubbing her hand across the top of her belly. She thought the stud through her navel really enhanced the beauty of her belly and drew attention to it.
The only thing she didn't like was that her pubic hair stuck out all around the bottoms, but she didn't know what to do about that. She hurried downstairs to catch the late afternoon sun. She was almost to the patio door when the front doorbell rang.
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Hank did a double take when the sexy slut opened the door. At first, he thought she was naked. The bikini was cream colored and matched her skin tones. She stared at him blankly completely unconcerned about her outfit. She seemed so different from the woman he had seen the last time. "I'm the plumber, I'm here to look at the hotwater heater."
"It's about time," she said. "It hasn't worked quite right since the last time you were here. Come on in, you know where it is. I'll be out sunbathing if you need me."
Hank openly let his eyes wander down her body and the bitch actually smiled at him. The little tease liked showing off her body. He leered a her bare ass as she walked over to the back door.
Hank walked over towards the hotwater heater and fixed it in less then ten minutes. The last time he was here, he had rigged it to break down again for two reasons. First, he had walked in on Julie Stepford as she was stepping out of the shower. He had actually felt bad for a minute because seeing her naked had upset her so much, her fat old husband had to console her for an hour while she cried in the bedroom. The guilt had lasted only a moment as his mind registerd exactly how hot she really was.
The second reason Hank had rigged the hotwater heater to fail, was the fact that he was a sleazy bum and was hoping to bill them for more hours. Of course, the jerk husband had called his boss and raised such a stink that this was on the house. He walked out into the living room and stared at Julie through the window. Maybe he could get a form of payment for this job afterall?
Hank walked over to the refridgerator, grabbed a beer and spent the next hour watching Julie lie out on a cot. She had oiled herself up thoroughly and turned over onto her back after exactly thirty minutes. Hank pulled his cock out and squeezed it, resisting the urge to jerk off as he hoped Mrs Stepford would be sucking him off within a few minutes. He saw her get up and he quickly threw the beer can away as she entered the house.
