The Hypnotist -- Part 5
Note: This is a purely fictional story where all characters are eighteen years of age or older.
Gerry had been sleeping soundly, absorbed in a wet dream starring his wife. There was a warm satisfaction spreading throughout his groin and the strong scent of sex in his nostrils. That's when he shot out of bed as his wife screamed.
"What the hell..." he said looking around to find the source.
"Not again!" someone yelled from a neighbouring room.
What the hell does that mean? he wondered figuring that Michelle must be in the bathroom.
The screaming turned to sobbing then anger as he made his way to the bathroom entrance. The door was wide open and his wife had one foot up on the toilet seat, with legs slightly spread, examining her hand.
"What's wrong!" he asked concerned.
"THIS!!!" you fucking bastard she yelled holding up her hand.
At first he wasn't sure what he was looking at so he moved closer. She spread her fingers and he watched as a thick white substance dropped to the floor in thin strands.
"What the hell is that?" he asked still not cluing in.
"What do you think it is Gerry!"
He looked harder. "Is that sperm?"
"You win the prize you fucking...I can't even look at you!"
"So we must have had sex last night," he said calmly. "it's no big deal although I can't recall anything can you?"
"The fact that we had sex last night while drunk out of our minds is not the issue Gerry."
"I'm still not getting it Michelle. What's the problem then?"
"The problem is where I found this," she said waving her hand looking like she was going to vomit any minute.
Gerry waited for her to get under control.
"You're not curious?" she said accusingly after thoroughly washing her hands.
"What do you want me to say Michelle that I forced myself on you last night when you were out of it keeping in mind that I was also completely out of it," he added trying to shift whatever blame he knew was coming his way. Gerry wondered if that was even possible that two adults could have sex even though they were both heavily intoxicated.
She stood her ground and took a few carefully measured steps towards him. He glanced down. Her fists were clenched. Is she going to hit me? He wondered.
"Okay let's take a deep breath and relax for a minute," he said calmly, "what's the problem here?"
"The problem Gerry is that I found sperm between my legs in two places. Care to guess where those TWO places were?"
Gerry looked at her in shock.
"Whoa...whoa...we never did that and agreed never to do that," he said.
"Now you remember but it looks as if you weren't too concerned about it last night."
Gerry had always wanted to fuck his wife in her amazing ass but had always told her what she wanted to hear -- the complete opposite. I must have subconsciously leapt to the occasion when I was intoxicated. That was the only explanation that made any sense to him.
All he could think to say was, "Are you okay?"
"No Gerry! I'm not okay. Aside from breaking a solemn promise we had agreed upon I won't be sitting comfortably for quite awhile if you know what I mean?"
He wanted to laugh at her comment but worried that a left hook would be headed his way if he did.
"All I can say is that I'm sorry," he said moving to hug her.
With both hands she pushed him backward so hard that he almost lost his balance.
"Hey! What the hell!"
As she was about to say something she suddenly looked panicky and appeared to have trouble breathing. She rushed to the sink leaned over and vomited loudly retching her stomach muscles clenching painfully. Regaining her breath she stood up relieved that it was over but lost it when she realized what she had thrown up.
She turned to her husband and slapped him as hard as she could in the face. As he stood there in utter shock she grabbed his hand and pulled him forcibly to the sink telling him to look at what she had vomited up.
Still rubbing his cheek he looked down at what appeared to be a clump of congealed semen.
"You not only fucked me in the ass you bastard but you forced me to give you a blowjob and then made me swallow it?"
Gerry looked at her. "Wait a minute...wait a minute...you're jumping to conclusions here!"
"What?" she said, "...and it better be good Gerry because I'm about to drop kicj your testicles into next week..."
"Listen I don't want to be crude here but how much of that stuff did you find?"
"Are you sick or something Gerry? Why would that matter? You trying to set some sperm record or something?"
"There!" he said.
"What?"
"What you said."
"You're not making any sense?"
"Think about it Michelle! That's an awful lot of sperm for one man. And if we add what you found elsewhere..." he added trying to be diplomatic.
She felt faint. Was there any possibility of what Gerry had implied? Had she been gang-raped in her own room or heaven-forbid she had actually invited other men? While that would explain so much the thought terrified her.
Gerry raced back into the bedroom and quickly moved to the door to the room. He knelt down and examined the lock and deadbolt.
"Well?" she asked anxiously hovering over him.
"I don't get it!" he began, "the deadbolt is engaged."
"SO!"
"So if we had uninvited guests -- or invited guests he thought -- they wouldn't have been able to engage the deadbolt from outside the room."
"So what you are saying is that it WAS YOU and you alone who did those perverted things to me?"
He was about to ask her if it would have been better had there been two, three or more men but he thankfully held his tongue.
Gerry just stood there feeling guiltier than ever. He couldn't explain any of it.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.
"Be there in a minute," she yelled out.
They both quickly put on a couple of robes and opened the door.
A middle-aged short stout balding man with a name tag that read Manager Carmen stood there.
"Can we help you?" Gerry asked.
"I just wanted to stop by and let you know that there were a few complaints made last night about the noise."
Michelle wasn't sure she wanted to hear the rest of what he had to say.
"What noise?" asked Gerry.
The manager looked down clearly feeling a bit uncomfortable. A few callers said that there a sex party going on and that you, Mrs. Wilkensen were quite loud," he added pointing to her.
Three heads appeared from behind the manager.
"Loud!" said one, "he," pointing to Gerry, "was really letting her have it man."
"...and she was screaming for more and more," said a second man.
The third looked at Gerry. "Hey man it wasn't us that complained. Matter of fact man we were fucking enjoying the sound show you two were putting on!" He looked at Michelle and whistled. "You lucky bastard!" he added staring hard at Michelle's robe-draped figure that failed to hide her curves and her beauty.
Michelle felt faint and thought she was going to vomit again but held it in. If she coughed up more semen she wouldn't be able to live it down.
The manager told the three young college-aged men to get on with their day.
Before leaving the first man shouted out to Gerry, "I salute you my friend as a symbol of men everywhere," he added proudly, "you had her begging for it and screaming out how much she enjoyed whatever you were doing to her!"
All she wanted to do was run and hide but even though she may have encouraged her husband he had no right to do what he had obviously done to her.
Setting her resolve Michelle had made up her mind. She looked at Gerry and asked the manager if he could come in for a minute. Reluctantly he agreed wondering if he was going to be asked to participate in some sexual activity with her.
