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The Hypnotist Pt 05

The Hypnotist Pt 05

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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.

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"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.

The manager departed a few minutes later agreeing to her wishes.

"Was that really necessary?" Gerry asked shocked at what had just transpired.

"Unfortunately it was Gerry. We have another nine days here and we were their big hypnosis contest winners. I'm sure that it would look poorly on them for us to leave early after all the online publicity."

"But why do we need separate rooms?" he asked.

"You know the answer to that," she said, "I'm not willing to let you take those types of liberties with me again. I don't know why you did what you did but it's clear that you are guilty as hell," she said angrily.

From what the three college men had said Gerry was no longer certain that all the blame fell on him. And you encouraged me he thought sarcastically buoyed by what the college student had said but unwilling to try and convince her otherwise. He hoped that after a couple of days of banishment that things would return to normal.

"...maybe it was the heavy drinking. For now I need to keep you at a distance when we're alone with no one else around."

So now I need a fucking chaperone to be with my wife he thought. Fucking great!!!

"But what about going to the pool, eating together, walks along the beach and just talking..." he pleaded.

"We'll still do those things Gerry but I just can't trust you being alone with me after last night. I'd like to say I'm sorry but I'm not!"

Resigned to his fate, Gerry lowered his head and began packing up his things. The room the resort and assigned him was at the opposite end of the huge resort -- a ten-to-fifteen-minute walk. Gerry wondered if the room could be any further away from his wife.

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Minutes after Gerry dragged his suitcase unaided to the opposite side of the resort Michelle sat on the edge of the bed in the vacated room tears streaming from her red swollen eyes. For the first time she began to question their relationship.

"bzzzzzz...bzzzzz..." her cell vibrated.

She took it off the nightstand looked at the screen and touched a resort app that had been downloaded to her phone when they had first arrived at the resort.

She held the phone up to her ear and listened.

After a few minutes a voice asked if she understood.

"I understand," she said robotically.

She got up and walked into the bathroom shedding the robe and putting on her sexiest black panties and a white t-shirt over her large bra-less breasts. She brushed her hair and touched up her make-up and lips with a cherry red lipstick. She moved back into the main room, disengaged the deadbolt and sat on the edge of the bed waiting.

A few minutes later, while Gerry was unpacking halfway across the spread-out resort, she heard the door lock engage as someone used a room key.

Carmen the manager strode into the room quickly closing the door and re-engaging the deadbolt. He had been looking forward to his reward.

He advanced to the bed standing in front of her. He undid his shoes, unbuckled his pants and pulled down his underwear stepping out of them leaving his socks on.

His near six-inch erection throbbed and bounced within reach of her.

He stared at her chest. Her nipples stood rigid pushing against the thin t-shirt. He reached forward with one hand and touched her left nipple with the tip of his index finger and then her right pushing gently on each nipple feeling them push into her breast. Both nipples hardened noticeably. He felt his cock swell in anticipation as she lowered her head, opened her mouth and pursed her thick soft red lips around the thick spongy head of his erection her tongue circling the surface.

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"Ohhhh fuckkkk...I knew you would be good at this..." he moaned.

She sucked on the bloated head again before moving her mouth down his shaft as far as she could go taking his full length into her ravenous mouth. Her right hand reached out and playfully cupped his testicles.

Carmen groaned feeling her mouth engulf him. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate she worked on him. He reached out and pulled her t-shirt up over her large pink-nippled breasts amazed at their size and fullness. He had watched her little poolside red bikini show and had wondered what they would look like. Now he had a personal close-up. He palmed her breasts while increasing his hip movements fucking in and out of her mouth. She moved counter to him participating fully in the face fucking he was giving her. The sucking sounds she made, mewling noises and his hands on her breasts was more than he could take.

"Ugghhhhh..." he groaned pulling his cock out of her mouth and holding it pointed at her as his orgasm raced through him jettisoning stream after stream on to her face and breasts which intensified his lustful feelings. He had been warned not to come in her mouth but he couldn't stop her from lewdly licking her lips of his semen and swallowing.

Breathing hard he backed away and told her to smile. He pulled out his cell and took a couple of photos of the topless wife with cum dripping from her chin and breasts.

"For my personal collection," he said knowing that she wouldn't remember any of what had just happened.

He watched her get to her feet, enter the bathroom and turn on the shower. He took a few more photos of her showering. He was tempted to strip down and join her but wasn't about to risk being discovered. The people pulling the strings were not to be trifled with.

As he exited the room after watching the naked housewife shower his phone rang.

He recognized the caller instantly. His heart rate accelerated as he answered, "Carmen here!"

"Did you enjoy your little tryst?" a voice asked.

"Very much so sir!" he said.

"And you put the husband in room 312 as requested?"

"Yes but that room has a defective locking mechanism that is dangerously unreliable. We have had guests locked in for hours at a time. Even our technical staff can't quite figure out the issue. We were advised to replace the whole locking system."

"You will do no such thing. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir!" the manager answered without hesitation the subtle threat loud and clear.

"And if Mr. Wilkensen does become trapped and reaches out to you or any other resort employee they will inform him that there is no one available to assist at the moment and that you will send someone as soon as they are available."

"I understand," the manager said, "you can count on me sir!"

The call ended.

As he made his way back to his office Carmen could only guess what they had in store for Mrs. Wilkensen. I bet that she is going to regret sending her husband away he thought wishing he were in on whatever they had planned.

Michelle puttered around the room waiting for Gerry to call but after more than two hours she gave up waiting. There was no way that she was going to call him, after all he was at fault not her. It was getting close to dinner time and she had made reservations for two at the resort steakhouse. I guess I'm eating alone she thought dressed up in a silk blouse and knee length split skirt.

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Gerry had unpacked and was sitting fuming about being kicked out of his own room. Now it was he who wanted to get out of here and head home. Swallowing his pride and trying to see it her way he took a deep breath and picked up the room phone dialing his wife's room. When he put the phone to his ear there was no dial tone. He clicked the pop-up spring loaded buttons of the rotary phone but still nothing. He checked the wired connection thinking something was loose or unplugged -- still nothing.

For fuck sakes he thought reaching for his cell phone he dialed his wife's cell. A message scrolled across the screen saying that there was no service. "FUCK!" he yelled.

He got up and went to the door. Guess I'll just walk over and surprise her.

But when he tried to open the door it wouldn't budge. Now what?

He pulled and pulled on the door with no luck. Then he noticed that the deadbolt was inexplicably partially engaged. When he tried to disengage the lock it held firm as if it had been cemented in. In exasperation he kicked the door soundly feeling claustrophobic but the door was a heavy wooden door reinforced with a steel plate.

"What the fuck!" he thought sitting there with no way to contact anyone locked in his room. There weren't even any windows in the room that must have been the cheapest available at the resort. He began to yell for help but apparently the soundproofing was as top-notch as the solidity of the door that he thought could deter a swat team. After a solid two minutes of yelling for help he gave up as he slowly lost his voice.

He knew that his only hope would be for Michelle to come and get him and in her current state of mind he knew that the chances of that happening were pretty low. He sat back feeling like a prisoner.

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Michelle sat by herself at a table for two to celebrate her wedding anniversary with her husband. She had to shuffle her hips a few times to avoid the discomfort caused by her husband fucking her in the ass which only made her angrier. She was still very mad with him but hoped that he would show up prepared to apologize. In the meantime she sipped at her second glass of wine when she noticed a distinguished looking stranger sitting by himself at a few tables over. The stranger had been glancing at her. She figured he had to be in his mid to late sixties. He reminded her of her grandfather except he had blue eyes, white hair, a distinguished beard and mustache. He looked quite fit she thought for a man his age.

"Sorry to stare!" he said politely with a friendly disarming smile, "but I had to wonder why such a beautiful young woman would be sitting by herself in such a fabulous restaurant."

If he had been younger she would have either ignored him or politely told him to get lost but his age, mannerism, and poliye tone of voice had caused her to let her guard down.

"My husband and I..." she started then began to cry.

The stranger immediately got to his feet and moved to her side handing her a handkerchief which she gladly accepted.

"I'm terribly sorry for bringing this up," he started.

"It's not your fault," she said apologetically.

He held out his hand, "I'm William."

"I'm Michelle," she said taking his hand.

"You don't have to apologize," she began, "it's not your fault that my husband acts badly at times," she said not willing to elaborate as she again shifted in her chair to relieve jolt of pain from her abused ass.

"Do you mind if I ask why you are here by yourself?" she asked.

"Well my wife passed away a few months ago and this was one of our favorite restaurants. We were married for forty-three years. In the last ten years we had a tradition to celebrate our anniversary here at this very table after first visiting the resort," he lied. "When I heard that our table had been reserved I asked for the nearest table."

"My God! I'm so terribly sorry," she began, "this was our -- my husband and I -- wedding anniversary as well but things didn't work out quite as I had planned."

She looked him in the eye. "I have a wonderful idea! Why don't you join me since we are both celebrating wedding anniversaries?"

"Are you certain I wouldn't be imposing?" he asked.

"No. No...of course not! Please join me and have a seat William," she said smiling glad to have the distraction to avoid having to think of Gerry and their self-imposed nighttime separation.

Unbeknownst to Michelle, William had been watching her very closely. Even now he was struggling to avoid looking at the enticing swell of her large breasts and delightful cleavage partly revealed by leaving the two top buttons undone. It reminded him of a very special gift where the wrapping paper was partially ripped setting one's mind to wonder what the whole gift looked like.

"Have you been here long?" she asked.

"No. I arrived a few days ago."

"I swear I've seen you before. Is that at all possible?"

He smiled thinking that she would turn all shades of red had she realized who he was and how they had met. They had met at the private hypno gala event the day of their arrival. Mephisto the magnificent (a world-renowned hypnotist in certain circles) had brought Mrs. Wilkensen -- one of three women contest winners -- up on stage for an hour-long demonstration of hypnosis designed to challenge so-called pre-conceived notions and common wisdom of the power of hypnosis. The demonstration had challenged the widely held belief that women could not be made to act out behavior that they would never have undertaken under normal circumstances -- these notions would be shattered as the audience members sat enraptured by Mephisto's command of each of the three women who were all married within five years and who could have been serious contenders for the centerfold of Playboy magazine.

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