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Subject: {ASSM} My wife taken (part 1 and 2) hypno, nc?
Date: Tue,  5 Dec 2000 08:10:04 -0500
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My wife taken

I do like this newsgroup which I've followed for some time (Eli did such a 
good job).   Now I'm retired I've decided to write about something which 
happened years ago.    A true story  from the sixties when my wife and I 
were newly weds.  Some of the details may not be correct because it happened 
so long ago and because both my wife and I were hypnotised.  In fact I still 
wonder how much I can trust my memories.     Sometimes it feels as if 
there's a memory just below the surface that I can't quite reach and I 
wonder if this has meaning.

Hypnotism does strange and weired things to one's memory, or so it seems to 
me.    It's as if you can remember but can't remember at the same time and I 
know that doesn't make sense but there it is.   I've found it really 
difficult was conveying how it felt to be hypnotised and I don't think I've 
done it that well.   It's a weird thing. Actually, doing things under 
hypnosis doesn't feel strange - at least it didn't at the time.    It fact 
it feels as if what your doing is the right and proper thing to do.    As 
you will read, I watched my wife behaving towards another man thinking he 
was me - that's a strange feeling as well.

      After the events I'm going to tell you about, I had a lot of guilt 
(and even fear to start with) and to this day my wife and I have never 
really talked about it.   But we're still together forty years on and most 
of the guilt has faded over the years.   There are still things I don't 
understand, like why I get so aroused when I think about what happened and 
there are some details I have only remembered as I started writing this 
story.

      Anyway, it was a long time ago and if I worried about the events for 
many years afterwards and denied they ever happened, well, I don't any more. 
     Writing this down has been a cathartic experience and even now I find 
the events strangely erotic.    Poor memory, artistic license and a need to 
preserve anonymity have combined to demand a few subtle changes, but let me 
start at the beginning.

Growing up in Scotland in the 50's I thought I could do anything.  The world 
was my oyster as they say.    I don't remember any of the austerity other 
people mention when they talk about those post war times in England.     Our 
table was never empty.   I was always a rather frail child and hated sports, 
  but it didn't matter.   I knew that one day the family estate and wealth 
would be mine.  I was sent to a famous boarding school and was duly accepted 
into Cambridge.    However, before I left father took me into his study and 
dealt me quite a blow.     He told me the family money was disappearing 
fast.     He was doing what he could, but with the estate costing such a lot 
to maintain and some shareholdings now nearly worthless I needed to plan my 
life on the basis that I would have to work for my living.
"Luckily your clever enough Des," he said, (he clearly had read my school 
reports after all),  "so I'm not going to worry about you.   I know you'r 
going to do well.   But I wanted you to know and trust your old enough to 
keep family business a secret."

It was a bitter blow and dashed my plans to party my university years away.  
Suddenly I worried about the furure and I didn't enjoy university as I 
otherwise might.    Instead I studied hard.    But I did well enough and 
afterwards got a job in the city (father pulled few strings).    This was 
the swinging sixties and life in London was clourfull and fun.   The 
allowance I received from father was a pittance but the family name helped.  
  I didn't realy enjoy parties  and came to realise I wasn't the social 
animal I wanted to be.   I met my friends individually rather than is groups 
or as a crowd.     And I never saw much of the sexual liberation they talk 
so much about now,  although  I did see the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, and 
Bob Dylan all in the same year

Joan was the department boss's secretary and had been there a few months 
before I arrived.     She was 18 at the time and turned more male heads than 
Jackie Stewart crossing the winning line at Brands Hatch.    I guess every 
male in the department had asked her out but most got turned down.    This 
may have been the swinging sixties but Joan was certainly not leading the 
way and burning her bra!    Eventually I also asked her out and to my 
surprise she accepted.     And to cut a long story short we fell in love and 
were married 18 months later.

I got a lot of ribbing at work.   Some guys were so jealous they claimed she 
only married me for my name and money but I knew this was not the case.    
Joan was a virgin when we married and we both found sex difficult.   Not the 
liberating experience the underground press kept going on about and which I 
had secretly hoped for.    Joan thought lust and physical desire was a bad 
thing and had difficulty relaxing although she was keen enough to start 
with.   And whilst not a virgin I wasn't exactly experienced.

I was enjoying my work and was progressing up the ladder.   Of course, after 
we were married Joan handed in her notice so she could set up our home.      
But her boss, BJ, pursuaded her to stay on for three months and see a 
special project through to completion.   There were a lot of new ideas 
coming out of America and BJ was arranging a special conference for the 
company's 40 or so up-and-coming senior managers like me.    Joan was also 
coming to the conference which meant she would be the only female employee 
there.    This would never normally have been allowed but BJ wanted his 
secretary to br their and said that given that I was going to be there it 
was acceptable.     Joan asked me if it was OK for her to go and I could see 
she wanted to go so I said yes.  Mind you,  it still provoked a lot of 
ribbing and crude references,  but I guess the guys were just jealous.

BJ had a bit of a reputation.    About 35,  he was a bachelor and didn't 
have many friends at work apart from his deputy Vic.   Some women found him 
attractive while others found him creepy.      He had a large wolf-hound 
called Fred and if he came to work by car (which he sometimes did) then he 
would bring Fred to guard the car and would take him for a walk at lunch.    
  He was considered rather ruthless when it came to work but was often given 
difficult projects to manage which benefited from this approach.

The conference was in a country hotel in the Home Counties and each evening, 
after a hard day's work, we were expected to dress formally for dinner.    
This was followed by some entertainment arranged by BJ's side-kick Vic.   
There was skiffle band and a comedian on Monday and Tuesday which were 
pretty dire.     On Wednesday I was encouraged to take Joan out to the 
cinema and the next day I heard that the evenings entertainment had been a 
stripper.      And on Thursday evening there was a hypnotist which is where 
this story really begins.

It was hilariously to start with.  The hypnotist picked people from the 
audience and soon had them pretending to be farm animals and the like.    Dr 
Hip (yes, believe it or not that was what he called himself) had a row of 
chairs to one side of the stage and an area screened off from the audience.  
   He would start to hypnotise people in the chairs and then take them 
behind the curtain for a few minutes.   Often he would leave the subject 
behind the screen while he explained some detail to the audience.   I think 
every one of the audience must have sat on one of his chairs that evening 
although only about   where asked to go behind the screen.     Although I 
know I went behind the screen I can't remember what happened there.

As the evening wore on things got naughtier and more riskay.  I remember 
pretending I was a dog  trying to fuck a chair while the audience rolled in 
the isles with laughter.   At the time I didn't think I was hypnotised at 
all.   In fact I was certain of it.   I was just going along with the fun.   
But in the subsequent weeks I thought about it a lot and decided I must have 
been hypnotised otherwise I would not have allowed what happened.    Things 
got raunchier and Dr Hip kept on getting Joan up on stage.   Of course she 
was the only women in the audience.   He started by making her think she was 
an Egyptian dancer - weaving her hands and body in a slow sensual rhythm.    
She was wearing a long evening dress with a slit from her waist down so you 
occasional got a flash of thighs.   The top was low but not indecently so by 
today's standards and anyway she covered herself with a Paisley shawl.     
Dr Hip suggested she removed it and when she did the whole room murmered 
it's approval.     Now everyone could clearly see her beautiful figure and 
thrusting breasts - tightly moulded by the dress.

Then Dr Hip put Joan was in trance and told her he was a sex specialist and 
started asking about her sex life.
"Does your husband satisfy your sexual needs?"
Bloody hell, I thought,  that's pushing it a bit but Joan seemed to stumble, 
unable to answer.
"OK then"  Dr Hip continued,  "Do you satisfy your husbands needs?"
Joan started to get upset and embarressed.  "I want to but...."  Her voice 
faded away.
He asked what she meant and she blurted out,   "Des wants me to do things 
but I can't.    I want to please him but I don't know how.    What should I 
do?"
Dr Hip had expected this.   The male audience  sat there wondering what he 
would do next.   I was stunned.   I knew Joan was anxious about sex - but 
this!   I was stunned because what she was saying was true.  As he got more 
details out of her I just wanted to die but felt powerless to do anything in 
a roomful of my colleagues.    I'll have to pretend it was all a put on and 
she made it up,  I decided.
"You came to me so you want my help?  Is that right my dear?" Dr Hip was 
saying
"Oh, yes please Dr."
"Well then my dear come with me."  And he led her behind the screen.  He 
motioned to the audience to stay quiet and when they returned a few moments 
later Joan seemed diffeent somwhow.
She was clearly oblivious to the audience but still seemed embarressed.
"You look embarressed, my dear"   the Dr comented but Joan just loked at the 
floor.
"You feel arroused, don't you?"
Joan just nodded her head.
"That's good.   It means we can start.   Let's start by you showing me how 
you might undress for your husband.   Pretend your undressing and I'll be 
able to give you some pointers."

So Joan started undressing, or miming the process.    Although it was only 
miming the way she rolled her stocking down her thighs caused a great stir 
in the audience.   The next few minutes passed as Joan continued to undress 
then dress in her nightie.   Dr Hip kept on encouraging her to feel sexual 
and arroused.   He told the audience that he had special words which would 
make her more aroused.

Next he asked for some volunteers.   Most of the guys stood up en-mass and 
he chose four or five who he had already hypnotised.     Soon they were 
under again and he made them think they where being given a blowjob.   It 
was both funny and erotic seeing these men standing there moaning with 
delight.   Some of them had there hips thrust out and some stood with their 
legs apart.   He told them that whenever they heard his voice it would sound 
like a sexy female voice and they would get more aroused.    Some seemed 
unsteady on their feet and one guy even had a wet patch appear on his 
trousers after which Dr Hip told them all not to reach orgasm.    (The guy 
who came in his pants never lived it down.)  He then asked Joan to kneel 
down before him which she did.   He held an empty beer bottle in front of 
her mouth and told her to pretend it was her husbands cock and suck it.      
He then proceeded to give her advice and encouragement.    He peppered his 
conversation with instruction to feel randy.

And Joan responded.   She was licking the end of the bottle with so much 
passion my cock was rock hard in my pants.     When he bored of that Dr Hip 
brought the guys forward in turn.    He positioned them in front of Joan and 
asked them to use two fingers to imitate an erection instead of the bottle.  
   So Joan knelt in front of the guys, her face inches from there groins and 
sucked their fingers.    I knew Joan and the men were hypnotised and trusted 
Mr Hip to keep things decent but some of the all-male audience was softly 
chanting, "Take your clothes off, take your clothes off" and my cock was 
hard in my pants.  I had never seen her look so sexy and willing.

When it was Vic's turn to have his fingers sucked, (because he was also in 
the line up) he started caressing Joan's head and neck.  When Dr Hip's back 
was turned he took his fingers out of her mouth and pushed her lips on to 
the bulge in his trousers.  At the same time he started feeling her breasts. 
   All the audience saw Joan gasp and arch her breasts on to his hand.   Dr 
hip saw the audiances reaction and turned round but by then Vic had his 
fingers back in Joan's mouth.

I think Vic said something to Dr Hip which afterwards made me think he 
wasn't realy hypnotised at all - he was after all the person who had 
arranged this entertainment.   Anyway, the Dr  asked him to lie on the floor 
with a bottle sticking up from between his legs.   He told Joan to kneel in 
front of him and suck his cock (the bottle) and she obeyed.   It was 
incredibly pornographic and sexy.   From where I was sitting I could see her 
heavy breasts rocking in the confines of her low dress as she lowered her 
lips over the bottle between Vic's thighs.   The bulge in his trousers made 
it was obvious his cock was hard.   Dr Hip was incouraging Joan and put his 
hands on her hips - getting her to rock backwards and forwards.   Then he 
positioned himself behind her and simulated fucking her from behind.    
Throughout  all this he continued to tell her how sexy she was feeling and 
how good she felt by "pleasing" her husband.

That was the shows climax (excuse the pun) and as they left all the guys 
glanced at me, some trying to cover up their errections.     Vic must have 
told Dr Hip Joan's husband was in the audience because he sought me out for 
a chat.    I remember we sat down in the chairs behind his screen.  He 
wanted to make sure I was not offended and although I was rather shocked I 
didn't think it helpful to say anything.     He seemed a nice guy and when I 
left everyone else had gone apart from Joan who was waiting for me.

Joan and I hardly spoke the next day - as if we were both embarressed.   
That evening we were due to go out at 6.30, but as the bus arrived BJ called 
and asked her to stay behind.   They still had some work to finish and 
needed her secretarial skill.   This was way before computers.     She 
apologised to me and hurried off.    For some reason I didn't want to go out 
alone - even through the rest of the guys where un-partnered.      I sneaked 
up to our room and ordered a meal in my room pretending I was ill.   Later I 
went to see if  Joan was working at her typewriter and saw her in the dining 
room.     She was with BJ and Vic and they were just leaving.     I ducked 
out of sight and heard Joan complaining.
"Don't you think it's too late  to work.   I've had a bit to much to drink"  
   She was slurring her vowels somewhat.
"OK, but the last thing we've got to do is to talk about what happened last 
night.   We had better go upstairs to the lounge."
"What about last night?" Joan suddenly sounded anxious.
"We'll talk about it upstairs"
I heard them climbing the stairs.  The lounge was probably the private suite 
overlooking the lake that the senior managers had rented for relaxation.     
I was suddenly curious and wanted to know what BJ wanted to say.   So I 
followed them, eased out the fire escape and crept round the balcony to the 
French windows of the lounge which were slightly ajar in the hot summer's 
night. There was a small window at head hight and I found I had a pretty 
clear view of the room.      My heart was pounding as I watched and wondered 
what the hell I was doing spying on my wife and boss.

The BJ and Vic where sitting on chairs facing Joan who stood swaying 
slightly as if drunk.   She looked rather anxious and unsure what was 
happening.    She looked very beautiful in the pale yellow  summer dress she 
was wearing with a cardigan over the top.
"Did you know I was planning on promoting Max?"    BJ asked.
Joan was startled, " Hey,   No, but I'm sure he'll be pleased."
"Mmmm....You had better call me "Sir" for the moment if that's OK.    And did 
you know I may have to sack him for what happened last night?"
"No.."     Joan's hands flew to her mouth aghast.   "No sir, You can't sack 
him. What happened last night?"
"Don't you remember your behaviour after dinner."
"What behaviour?"
"Your behaviour in front of all the men on the stage last night."
"Not very much for some reason.  I must have had more to drink than I 
thought."
"Well it's suggested that you went to far."
"That was only harmless fun." Joan pleaded
"Well we're here to investigate what happened and if you satisfy us then I 
have the authority to let the matter rest.    Is that all right?"
"Oh Yes.  But you can't sack him .... please."
"On the contary my dear we must sack him unless you can pursuade us 
otherwise. And must I remind you to call me "Sir?"  BJ said sternly
"Sorry sir,  but please don't sack him, sir."
"Well we'll see.  That's why I want to investigate.   I want to go through 
what happened when you went on to the stage and we'll take it from there.   
Are you going to co-operate?"
"Yes sir,  of course, what can I do?"
For a moment I thought Joan was going to cry but she rallied herself and had 
clearly decided to cooperate.
"Well, last night you started by dancing on the stage, didn't you?"
"Yes I think so sir."  Joan was very hesitant.   "Dr Hip asked me to."
"Show us" Vic interrupted,  "Show us how you dance."
"What here."  Joan sounded surprised.
"Yea, you danced in from of everyone last night, so show us again now."

Slowly and hesitantly Joan started dancing to herself, swaying to an unheard 
rhythm.   "I danced like this." She said.
"And then Dr Hip said the words `Blue Pyjamas' didn't he?"   This was BJ 
again.
"Yes sir" she paused,  "can I stop now?"
"No, not yet.     I want you to dance slowly and sensually like last night.  
Imagine you're wearing Blue pyjamas."
"Don't say that sir."
"Say what."
"Blue Pyjamas."
"Why not?"
"Oh, it makes me feel funny and hot.  Can I stop dancing now?"
"No, you're not dancing properly.    I want to do this properly.  And as 
your hot you had better take your cardigan off so we can see your blue 
pyjamas.  You weren't wearing that last night."
Joan didn't know what to do.   She looked confused as she swayed gently in 
front of her audience.   Then looking resigned she slowly undid the buttons 
and slipped the cardigan  off her shoulder.       It was then that the two 
men realised just how sexy her little summer dress was.
"Wow!"

I know it was a long time ago and fashions change but thin summer dresses 
for young women have remained pretty much the same.   Let me try and 
describe it.     It was in a pale yellow colour which clung in just the 
right places and in the gloom of the room, seemed to emphasis the thrusting 
of her breasts, the flatness of her thin waist, and flaring of her hips.     
   It was backless with the cotton coming round under her arms, over her 
breasts and then fastening behind her back.      The front was low enough to 
reveal the top of her breasts and some cleavage and the way her breasts 
giggled and bounnced made it obvious she was without a bra.     Finally it 
was short.   Probably not as short as the latest craze of mini-skirts but 
certainly above the knees and it hung loosly off the swell of her buttocks.  
      This was the dress I had brought her the previous week in the faint 
hope she would wear it on holiday  or at least on the beach.     I don't 
think she had even tried it on before.   I know she hadn't realised she 
wouldn't be able to wear a bra with it.       Of course her cardigan had 
covered her up but now,  as she stood there,  it looked fantasticly sexy.

Somehow I knew that the words "Blue Pyjamas" where the words Dr Hip had used 
the previous night when he wanted people to feel arroused.   Hearing the 
words again was clearly having it's effect on Joan but it was also effecting 
me.   I felt my cock getting hard and soon I had a raging boner.   Inside 
the room Joan was still dancing in front of BJ and Vic except now she looked 
hot and flustered and was gasping and pleading with BJ.
"Oh, please can I stop now,  sir?"
"No, you're not dancing properly.  (He sounded exasperated)   Do it like you 
did last night.   You must let yourself go and relax, or we'll be here all 
night.        That's it, raise your hands in the air and caress yourself.    
Remember your blue pyjamas?"
Joan obeyed and let her hands carress round her waist and shoulders.   I 
could see her eyes were glazed over..
"Did you feel all hot and sexy last night Joan?"
"He made me."
"And you feel hot and sexy now, don't you?"
"Yes,  but I can't help it.   I'm sorry"  It was no more than a whisper.
It felt as if the arousal and tension in the room was pouring out of the 
open window and over me.    I was rubbing myself through my trousers.  I was 
so hard it hurt.

BJ was moving on.   "Tell me my dear, what did you do next.  Was it learning 
how to suck a guys cock or how to strip."
Joan didn't know what to say.
"Come on, speak up but don't stop dancing yet" This was an interruption from 
Vic.
"Learning to undress,  sir.  But it was only a game"
"And that's all were going to do now.    I want you to play that game again 
- for us.     So show us what you learnt."
"Sir!" Joan was shocked
"Just do it.  Show us how you undress"  BJ demanded and after a pause Joan 
started slowly miming the process of removing her dress.

Vic interrupted again. "No.   When you did this last night, did it feel real 
to you, as if you really where taking your clothes off?"
"Yes sir, but it was different then."
"Whether you were or weren't, the guy's we spoke to seemed to think you 
really took your clothes off and if that's what it felt like yesterday, 
that's what your going to do for us now.  Do you understand blue pyjamas."
"Please don't say that."   She whispered meekly as she stood there looking 
beautiful, confused and lost, staring from BJ to Vic.   She was flushed and 
her breathing was ragged - punctuated with gasps and moans.  She stood there 
not knowing what to do.

Vic got up and turned her sideways so her back was towards me.
"You feel all sexy don't you"
"Yes, I'm sorry I can't help it."
"Do you want Des to get the sack?"
"Oh no, no, please no."
"Then imagine your blue pyjamas and show us how you took your dress off last 
night..    Here, I'll start you off."
And he undid the two buttons in the small of her back.   Joan gasped and 
flinched as the first one popped but Vic wasn't finished.   His hands went 
to her neck and swiftly undid the clasp which kept the whole dress up.  
Joan's hands clasped at her breasts to stop the material falling off and Vic 
turned her round again so she was facing her two-man audience again.
"Now carry on dancing and show us how you take your clothes off."

Joan looked close to tears but she sniffed them back and slowly started to 
dance again - gently moving her body from side to side.    She lowered the 
dress exposing more and more of her breasts.   I could see her internal 
struggle,  confussion and arrousel, as she helplessly wondered what to do.   
  Then she lowered the dress some more and both her breasts bounced free.    
   Jesus, she looked hot.    I wanted to go and hold her - have her breasts 
pressed against my chest.   But of course I didn't.    Here was my wife 
exposing herself to my boss and a collegue.

BJ was urging her to "image your blue pyjamas and let go" and she seemed to 
be obeying him as she wiped a tear away and slowly let the dress fall over 
her buttocks to the floor.     She was dancing in front of these two guys 
wearing nothing but her white knickers which where tight round her firm 
buttocks and hugged her venus mound.     Her breasts looked larger and 
firmer than usual as if she was arroused and the sensual way she danced 
seemed to confirm this.     I had never seen my wife look so sexy.

She danced like this for a moment and seemed to close her eyes for a while - 
untill BJ spoke up again.    "That's beautiful, now your knickers please."
Joan's eyes opened wide and she pleaded silently for a moment, biting her 
lower lip.   Then giving up any protest she started gently easing the 
waistband over her buttocks.     Slowly she lowered them down her thighs.   
They fell the last bit as she stepped out of them and continued her dancing 
- now completely naked.      Even I had never seen my wife completely naked 
in full light before.   I loved the feel of her body and watching her made 
me want to hold her and feel her all over.     I wanted to open her slender 
thighs and thrust my cock inside her - but of course all I could do was feel 
myself.   I didn't dare reveal myself.

BJ was talking again.   "If I heard correctly, the next thing you did was 
learn to suck a guy's cock is that right?"
"Yes, but it was only a bit of fun.   You know, pretend."
"Well that's all we're going to do here, have a bit of fun, as you show us 
what you did.   Now on your knees please."

BJ had taken her by the arm and showed her where to kneel.    The sight of 
of my naked wife being made to kneel in front of this man was both 
humiliating and errotic.    She looked up at him, her firm breasts bouncing 
gently.    He thrust two fingers in her mouth telling her to suck him.   But 
Vic had other ideas.  He quickly removed his trousers and lay on the floor 
holding his hands over his pants where his errect penis bulged.     He stuck 
two fingers in the air  imitating his errection.
"Come on over here and let yourself go."   He ordered.
Joan had no energy to argue.    BJ virtualy forced her to go on all fours 
over Vic and it looked as if it was taking all her energy just kneel there, 
her face over his groin.
"Now show us your passion."  BJ instructed Joan as she lowered her head and 
kissed Vic's upright fingers.    "That's right, now let his cock slide deep 
into your mouth."
Joan moved her lips to the tip of his fingers and lowered her mouth until 
she seemed to gag and pulled away again.     BJ was kneeling beside her.
"Now," he said, "don't just kiss his cock, go down below his knees and kiss 
your way slowly up,"    and he pushed her head down to kiss his knees.
She moved down to his calf and started kissing them, slowly moving up his 
legs again.
"That's it, let yourself go.  Be passionate.  Think of your blue pyjamas.  
Your so turned on you can hardly control yourself."

God,  I remember how she looked - naked on all fours.    She was nearly  
square on to my window and I could see her  heavy breasts hanging down and 
her round rump.      BJ was holding her thin waist and caressing her back, 
running his hand from the small of her back over her round buttocks.   He 
slid his hand down her thighs just  missing her exposed pussy.     Then he 
slid his hand between her knees and parted them.
"You need to brace yourself and keep your balance."  He told her by way of 
explanation.     She lifted herself to say something but he pushed her head 
back down.
"Don't talk, concentrate on the job in hand.     Maybe you're not feeling 
sexy enough so think blue pyjamas"  and he continued to repeat the mantra, 
"blue pyjamas, blue pyjamas" over and over again.
He slid a hand beneath to her hanging breasts and cupped one, squeezing and 
caressing it.      Joan has very sensitive breasts and immediately she 
started moaning loudly and the movement of her head between Vic's knees 
became more passionate.   Then Vic who still had his hands over his groin 
slipped  his errect cock out of the leg of his knickers which stood there 
proudly and nakedly erect.   He was bigger than me, I noted, but I've always 
considered my penis to be on the small side of average.

Joan was clearly unaware of this Vic's nakedness as she continued kissing 
her way up his thighs.    "Jesus"   I thought and I also took my cock out 
and started to slowly pump it.

BJ was still giving her instructions but now he to was removing his trousers 
- and pants.   As he turned round I saw he had one of the largest cock I had 
ever seen - long and thick.   I was awed and  humiliated.    It waved about 
as he moved,  it's large bubous head looking obscenly menecing.   He stood 
straddling Joan's kneeling body and bent to caress her breast.   I think he 
was pinching her nipples because every now and again her twitched and let 
out a deep "Ooh."      She was still oblivious to the fact that both Vic and 
BJ now had there errect cock out.

Vic had his hand on Joan's head guiding her and she can only have been 
inches away  when she realised  his fingers had been replaced by his cock.   
   I heard her moan saying "No, no" and there was a brief struggle as she 
tried to pull away but BJ bent to squeeze heavy breasts and Vic held her 
head firmly against his hardness.   "That's right, kiss it."  He demanded.

It seemed Joan had no resistance left and let her lips rise up the length of 
his cock kissing and licking it .    BJ with his massive, flapping errection 
was fondling Joan's breasts and running his hand over her waist and rump.
"That's right," Vic said, "now take me into your mouth."
"N....mmmm"  Joan's futile protest gave way as Vic pushed Joan's lips over his 
cock.

"Let yourself go. Relax."  BJ instructed and holding her by the waist he 
started rocking her backwards and forwards so her lips to rise up and down 
Vic's cock.    Joan slipped his cock out of her mouth and started to pump 
him by hand but this was not to Vic's pleasure.   "Don't use your hands."  
He demanded.
Then BJ who was now positioned  behind her moved in closer and wiped the tip 
of his cock up the slash of her sex.
"Use you mouth."  He ordered and Joan nodded her acceptance.     At the same 
time  she waved a hand behind her to move BJ's cock away from her cunt.    
It was as if she was saying, Ok I'll do what you want but move your cock 
away frommy cunt.    But BJ pushed her hand away telling her to suck Vic's 
cock and continued rocking her backwards and forwards except now he had the  
tip of his fat cock pressed against her sex.
This continued for a few moments and then  BJ seemed to get a firmer hold on 
her waist.
"Ohhh......pleeeeeesseeee,"  she gasped.  Then loudly in urgent desperation, 
"No.  stop, your going inside me."   As if BJ's thrusts where a mistake or 
accident.
"Nooooo.. Agh.....  Stop.  You're pushing inside me, please."
BJ was continuing with his rhythmic thrusts and I could see his fat bloated 
member forcing her open.    He pushed her legs further apart and gripping 
her waist pulled her bodily on to his hard erection.
"Oh my God,  Ah.... Your big, your big.     Ohhhhhhh.."her moaning faded as I 
saw him sinking into her depth.
She had given up trying to suck Vic and seemed to have collapsed with her 
mouth over his cock as BJ pushed his member all the way home.    Then  he 
started slow deep thrusts and Joan just groaned each time he thrust back 
into her depth.  God how he fucked her, slowly building up speed until he 
was slaming into her and she was shouting things like "Oh my God".   Vic's 
cock erupted into her face and he pushed her back down onto his cock to 
swallow his cum but BJ continued pounding into her untill he too  came and 
nearly collapsed on top of her.

It took a few minuted for them all to recover.   BJ and Vic were the first 
on their feet and I watched as the two of them dressed.   I had cum over the 
wall and hoped no-one had heard my groan which I had tried to stiffle.       
BJ and Vic where talking in low voices and Vic looked over to my window and 
I ducked down.       Then,  I heard BJ calling.     "Des"  he called,  "You 
can come out now Des," and he calmly walked through the  French windows onto 
  the the balcony and smiled at me.    I was stunned.    I wanted to die I 
was so embarressed.  I had nowhere to hide.  What could I do?
"We've taught her a few tricks for you,"   he said as he led me back into 
the room.  "but don't hesitant to talk to us again if you want us to teach 
her anything else.    Come on Vic."   And with that they both left the room.

I immediately went to help my wife get up and dressed but I didn't know what 
to say to her.     What would she think.   I mean,  by not rescueing her, 
would she think I had arranged it, or what?    We hurried to our room where 
Joan locked herself in the bath for an hour.    As we climbed into bed Joan 
was nervous.
"I'm sorry Des." She said.
"So am I."   I replied,  "but lets not talk about it."
She hugged me as if to say thanks and we drifted off to sleep.   Well, 
actually I lay awake for hours before I could get to sleepand  in the 
morning she was up really early - before I woke.   Slowly, over the next few 
days things between us went back to normal,  but we never talked about that 
evening although I often thought about it and wondered what I should have 
done.

Joan never went back into the office and I got my promotion, although I had 
no idea what part BJ played in it.    Vic was asked to transfer to the 
Manchester office and as the weeks went on I relaxed thinking that at least 
what had happened was in the past and couldn't happen again - but I was 
wrong.

  This second part of this story happened about six months later and I was 
hoping for another promotion.    There was a promotion board who met every 
six months to decide who should be promoted.   The `Ironing Board' as it was 
bizarrely known would invite a range of people in to help their 
deliberations depending on which level or area they were considering.   You 
never knew who the board would invited alone but there was often fierce 
inter-departmental rivalry and gossip quickly spread.   It's an old 
fashioned system by today's standards but it worked back then.   People 
didn't move from company to company so much.  Vacancies might be left 
unfilled for six months if the vacancy occurred right after the board had 
just met.    And if they really wanted to promote someone they would, 
regardless of the lack of any vacancies that might be available.   For 
graduates such as me who where assumed to be on a fast track to senior 
management and the board room it was assumed that you would be promoted at 
least once a year and possibly twice.  Failure to achieve this would get 
everyone talking and would be an indication for you to moderate your 
ambitions or change company.   All in all, the half-yearly meetings were a 
big deal for many ambitious guys and cause a deal of anxiety.    Who you 
knew on the board and which managers they invited along to their discussions 
created endless chatter and subterfuge as the hopefuls tried to get 
themselves noticed in a positive light.

About two weeks before the board was due to meet I got a phone call from BJ.
"Come to a dinner party on Saturday," he instructed,  "I'm trying to sweet 
talk a big customer.    I've cleared it with Mr Garham (my immediate boss) 
and it could be good for you seeing how the promotion board is meeting next 
week.    Is that OK?    So I'll see you and your wife at my place - say 
7.30.   I look forward to it.   OK."
He hardly paused or let me get a word in.   "  I must rush, Mr Garham will 
give you my address. Bye."

My boss confirmed he had been contacted by BJ and gave me his address.   He 
also confided that BJ had been asked along to the Ironing Board discussions. 
     I knew Joan wasn't going over the moon about going to BJ's house given 
the events the last time she saw BJ, but she knew how the company operated.  
    The invitation was really an order and Joan knew it.    I had no choice 
if I was ambitious.    So it was that on Saturday Joan and I made our way to 
BJ's.    Joan wore a long evening dress with a high collar and long sleeves 
that left little flesh exposed.   I just wore my normal dinner suit.

I heard Fred the dog bark when we rang the doorbell and BJ opened the door 
looking very pleased with himself.     Fred, his wolfhound, barked from BJ's 
side until silenced with a flick of his finger.    My heart sank when he 
showed us into the sitting room because there, standing by the window was Dr 
Hip the hypnotist.    I wondered what the hell was going on but before I 
could say anything he got up to speak to us.    BJ fixed us a drink and we 
started chatting.   I realise Dr Hip was actually a very nice man.   BJ came 
back and said that his customer had unfortunately cancelled but he had 
invited a couple of friends over so the evening wouldn't be wasted.     BJ 
wanted to show me his new car in the garage and nodded something to Dr Hip.  
  When we came back Joan was sitting quietly in a chair while Dr Hip looked 
out of the window.   Something was wrong between BJ and Dr Hip who had an 
angry but whispered discussion in the corner.  They reached some agreement 
and BJ handed the hypnotist a wad of notes.   Dr Hip pocketed the money and 
came over to me.   I'm sure he hypnotised me again.   He must have done 
something when he did his stage act six months previously to make us both go 
under again so easily.   I forget what he said to me - except the last bit 
when he said that in the morning I would wake up and would never allow 
anyone to hypnotise me again.  It many ways, this is the single bit of 
conversation by which I know I was hypnotised.   If he hadn't said that I 
don't know what I would have made of it all later on.    Anyway, he went and 
had a short conversation with Joan and I watched as he put her in a trance 
and after some instructions woke her up again.    After that he picked up 
his coat and left.    Even now I remember these events through a dreamy fog. 
   But what happened afterwards I remember with clear and intimate clarity.

BJ returned and went over and stood in front of Joan's chair.     He seemed 
a bit hesitant - unsure of himself.
"Do you know who I am?"  He asked.
Joan looked up at him strangely.  "Yes, of course I do."
"Well who am I then?"
Joan twisted to look at him closely.   "You're my husband.  Des.  Are you 
OK?  You seem different tonight.   You're not ill are you?"  She stood up to 
feel his brow.
I felt dizzy at this and had to close my eyes for a moment.  Here was my 
wife, Joan, talking to BJ as if he was me.    I was sitting on an upright 
chair on the far side of the room but I was in clear view of them both.   
But it was as if I wasn't there as far as Joan was concerned.    I sat there 
wondering what was going on.     Dr Hip had told me to stay sitting until BJ 
told me what to do and it seemed sensible advice really.

BJ didn't want his head moped.  He seemed more confident now.  Determined to 
get his way.   He wanted to take Joan in his arms but she pushed his hands 
away.
"Not here, Des.  Not when we're expecting guests any moment."
Bloody hell,  Joan thought she was at home, in our own house.    BJ stepped 
forward and pulled Joan back toward him.
"I want a kiss."  He demanded.
"Oh Des."  She sounded like an exasperated child but relented and relaxed in 
BJ arms.    BJ bent to kiss her.  Long and slow and deep.     Her hand 
grabbed his head, which is a gesture I recognised, and I knew she was really 
turned on.
She broke away,  "No Des, we've got visitors coming.  Let's wait until 
tonight."
"Your feeling randy aren't you?"
"Oh, can you tell?   I think it's because your Dr friend told me you wanted 
to teach me about sex tonight.  But you shouldn't be talking about our sex 
life to anyone - not even a Doctor."
"But you're feeling all sexy?"
"I know I am.  I wish we didn't have guests coming."
"Do you know what I'm going to teach you tonight."  Asked BJ.
"No, is it a game?"
"No.   I'm going to teach you how to make love to a man properly - and you 
can start by kneeling down - now please."
Joan looked completely startled then totally deflated as she asked in a 
whisper;  "Don't I do it right?"
"No, but I'm gonna teach you.  Kneel down - now."
Joan was to startled to think and BJ held her elbows and forced her to 
kneel.    He stepped forward so his groin was inches from her face.
"Kiss me."  He demanded.
"Des!  You know I don't that."  She said admonishingly.
"Well you will tonight.  Now kiss me."
Joan looked furtively looked round the room before looking back up to his 
face.     Then she dipped her head and touched her lips to the bulge in BJ's 
trousers.   She pressed forward to kiss him then sprang back.
"You're hard."  She whispered
"I know.  Now kiss me."
Looking rather uncertain she again pressed her lips to Des's groin.
"That's it, carry on until I say."  He demanded.
Joan had always refused me oral sex and now here she was kissing BJ's cock 
through his trousers.     Of course, Joan thought she was kissing me but I 
was amazed how easily he had made her do it.    I wondered if I should do 
anything because I could see Joan was getting turned on.     I knew Joan had 
been hypnotised and wondered if BJ was as well.    I wanted to rescue Joan 
and show them they were making a mistake - but I couldn't.     Dr Hip had 
impressed on me the dangers of interrupting people when they were under 
hypnosis.    So I did nothing except watch and notice how sexy Joan looked 
on her knees
BJ undid his zip.  Joan hesitated, wondering what to do as BJ flicked his 
semi-hard cock out.     Nooo! I screamed inside me.   I don't know who was 
more shocked, Joan or myself.   I had seen BJ's cock six months before and 
knew how long and fat it was - a real monster.
Joan recoiled and tried to stand up but BJ forced her back to the floor and 
told her to kiss him.   She refused again saying she did not do that!    BJ 
drew something from his pocket.   It was a pair of wrist restraints.     He 
fastened one round Joan's wrist and it was only when he grabbed her second 
wrist that she realised what he was doing.   She struggled and they fell on 
the floor, Joan shouting with alarm as BJ pinned her face-down with his 
weight.   Then it was easy to secure the other restraint and he clipped the 
restraints together so her hands were secured behind her.    She had stopped 
struggling now and BJ pulled her to his knees.
"Why you doing this, Des.  Let me go."   She sounded confused.  This was not 
how I usually behaved.       She was feeling sexy and did want to please her 
husband.    She felt terrible at the thought that she wasn't any good at sex 
and was happy to be taught, but not like this.     Maybe her husband was 
right to do this but it felt so wrong, BJ was talking to her.
"I've told you that tonight your going to obey me and learn.    If you don't 
obey me it will be worse for you and if you struggle I'll tie you up.   It 
can get worse than this.  Do you understand?"
Silence.
"Do you understand." He said sternly
"Des, I'll learn.  I want to learn.   But not like this."  Joan was pleading 
now.
"Do you understand." He repeated
"OK, yes, I understand." She relented
"Well tell me.  Tell me that you're going to obey me without hesitation 
tonight."
"I'll obey you Des, you know that.   Now untie me please."
"Well let's see how good you are at obeying first.  Kiss me."
Joan looked up at him, then at his now flaccid cock, which hung obscenely 
half way out of his trousers.      She swallowed, took a breath and lowered 
her lips to his member.
"That's right, kiss me properly until I say stop."
She started planting hesitant kisses along his length

So there was my wife on her knees with her hands tied behind her and 
planting kisses on BJ's cock which was now starting to swell before her 
eyes.     I was stunned and wanted to run over and show her it wasn't my 
cock she was kissing.  But something held me back.  Of course I realise now 
that it was Dr Hip's hypnotic instructions which held me back, but it didn't 
feel that way at the time.   I just felt I would make things worse by 
intervening so I did nothing and except watch as Joan kissed BJ growing 
member.

Joan was slowly relaxing and planting kisses up and down his hardening 
length.    She even looked as if she was starting to enjoy it.   Her red 
lips parting slightly over the heavy mass of his cock.
"That's good" BJ praised, "Now take me into your mouth."
Joan jerked away but then steadied herself and opened her lips over his 
swollen bulbous tip.     It wasn't easy with her hands behind her back 
because his cock wasn't fully hard and it flopped one way then the other.  
Finally she managed to plant her lips squarely over his gland and let an 
inch inside her mouth.
"More" he urged but Joan's mouth looked stretched wide and she pulled away.
"I can't.  You're too big.  I'm sorry."
BJ had his hands on her head and for a moment I thought he was going to ram 
himself forcibly down her throat but he relented.
"Stand up, then."  He ordered, and Joan stood up rather ungainly because of 
her tied hands.
She looked flushed and her eyes shone,  "Oh, Des, I do love you.   I'll do 
anything for you.   I'm so hot.  Please untie me now."
But BJ's hands were already at her collar undoing the buttons that ran down 
the front of her dress.
"I'll release you when I'm sure you're going to be completely obedient.   
But the next thing you need to learn is how to be sexy and turn men on.    
And this dress is a disaster."
Joan stood rigid as BJ finished undoing all the buttons.    Her dress gaped 
open.   His cock, now going soft, hung out his trousers - fat and heavy.   
Was Joan looking at the floor or his cock I wondered?
He stroked her cheek in a gesture that was both sensual and threatening.  
"I'm now going to release you so you can take this dress off.  Turn round."
Joan's hands where quickly released and he turned her to face him, repeating 
his order to remove her dress.
"What about our visitors?"  Joan asked.   At which point BJ got angry.
"Just get undressed."  He snapped,  "You leave the thinking to me.  Your 
task is to be sexy and if you can't concentrate on that one small task your 
learning will have to get painful.  Do I make myself clear?"
But Joan had seen his anger and already her dress lay in a heap round her 
feet.
"And that."  BJ said pointing at her underskirt which swiftly joined her 
dress on the floor.
"And those. I'm not a stocking man."  This pointing at her stockings.
BJ (and I from the side of the room) watched as she rolled her stockings 
down and remove her garter.      For a moment I imagined BJ as my father, 
with me banished to the quiet of the corner for some misdemeanour.      I 
yearned to step in and stop it but was to scared.
Joan now stood there in bra and pants uncertain what was coming next.   She 
was breathing heavily with her nipples visibly hard through the heavy cotton 
of the bra.  Then, deciding to be proactive she tossed her hair back and put 
her hands on her hips.
"Is this sexy?  She asked, trying to please him, but the only response was,
"That's better but take off the bra"
"Des." She said shocked by instruction.
Was she going to challenge him again?    No.   She hung her head and twisted 
her arms to undo her bra.     Her perfect breasts swung free and bounced 
gently.    Oh, I ached for them.    My penis was hard and I had to 
reposition myself to stop it hurting.
Joan was covering her breasts with her hands but BJ wanted her knickers off 
and by now Joan seemed to be completely compliant and swiftly despatched 
them the floor.   She was now naked and from my position to one side I saw 
the full glory of her firm generous breasts, delicate waist and round 
buttocks flaring from her hips.
Joan thought BJ was me.   She was only doing what he ordered because she 
thought he was me.    This meant that if I had been this demanding and she 
would have done all this for me.   This disturbed me.     What a useless man 
I am, I thought, maybe BJ can teach me how to make her do this.

BJ had removed his jacket and pulled the naked Joan into arms and started 
kissing her.    Her breasts pressed against his shirt, his hands on the 
flare of her waist pulling her against his swollen cock.   Soon Joan started 
responding - kissing him back.   His hands were all over the soft pure skin 
down her back and buttocks.     He moved away temporally to let his 
hardening cock spring up and pressed it against her stomach.   It seemed so 
massive against her flat stomach.     He lowered his head to her breasts and 
she moaned and grabbed at his shoulders.   His tongue teased her nipples and 
Joan jerked as the waves of pleasure swept over her.     I was swept away by 
her small orgasm - it looked so erotic.    For a moment BJ became my father 
again,  showing me, because I was a failure, how to love a women.      
("This is how you do it son.  None of `em can resist if you do it right.")

Joan was abandoning herself to the sensations coursing her body.   I had 
never seen her so passionate and abandoned.    He had her nipple between his 
teeth.   She gasped aloud and grabbed BJ's cock.    Her hand was dwarfed as 
she tried to hold it but there was no way she could properly clasp his cock 
with one hand.
He was sliding his hand down the flatness of her belly, over her neat bush 
of hair and Joan parted her legs slightly to assist his access.    No, No, I 
was screaming silently, No don't touch her down there.
"Des," she gasped, "Des, what are you doing to me. (pause as she gasped 
again) Take me upstairs.   Please."
.    Then I heard a car pull up on the drive.   BJ heard it too because he 
quickly moved to a large shopping bag, removed some brand new underwear and 
told Joan to put them on.   I breathed a sigh of relief for her reprieve.
Outside the car door slammed shut.    The police, I wondered, hopefully.   
Called by my father?   But were they here to stop the proceedings or to 
formalise them?   ("Yes Sir.  I understand your wife has broken the law by 
not looking after her husband's physical needs.   We're here to take her 
down the police station.)    Looking threw a gap in the curtains I saw two 
men go by.   Not the police.
Joan was putting on a short dress he had given her.   Her underwear was now 
a pair of crimson French Knickers which where so small and loose that you 
could glimpse the darkness of her hair beneath.   The top was no more than a 
slash of silk which hung from thin shoulder straps low over her breasts.   
It and was so short if you bent you could have seen the underneath of her 
breasts.  It looked more like nightwear than anything else.
The doorbell went.
"Quickly," Joan encouraged BJ.   She had finished fastening the tiny skirt.  
"Give me my jumper."
But all BJ took from his bag was a short little starched apron.   He slipped 
it over Joan's head and tied it behind her waist.      It reached down as 
far as the bottom of her skirt but the top barely covered anything.     Sure 
it reached to her breasts, but only just.     It just covered the width of 
her breasts leaving her side exposed to reveal the sexy top and naked belly.
"Now kneel and stay there while I see who's at the door."
"OK, but if it's our guests make sure you give me plenty of warning so I can 
put a jumper on."  Joan was trusting him.
The bell rang for a second time and moments later I heard him answer the 
door.   Joan made herself comfortable on the deep carpet.   She felt her 
breasts and smirked to herself at her aroused state, oblivious to me staring 
at her silently.   She looked at the restraint straps which were still on 
her wrists but made no move to remove them.  I heard BJ coming back.  He was 
talking and Joan suddenly realised he was bringing the visitors into the 
room.   She quickly scuttled to pick up the discarded evening dress she had 
started the evening with.     She hugged it to herself and as BJ entered 
with two men she apologised, saying something about have fallen asleep and 
went to leave the room.    But BJ wasn't having anything of it.
"I told you to stay where you were.  Let me introduce you.  This is Paul and 
Nick and I suggest you get us all a drink."
"But I need to change.  I'm not dressed."
She was still trying to edge past him but he caught her arm and propelled 
her back into the room taking her evening dress from her as he did.
"You see," he said to his visitors, "this is my wife and tonight I'm 
teaching her how to a good wife.    So please excuse her rather casual 
dress."  Then he turned to Joan again, "Now go and get us that drink."
All this time he had been holding Joan's wrist.   She had been trying to 
wrestle herself out of his grip without the guests noticing but now gave up 
and stood docilely until BJ released her to the drink cupboard.

She stood mixing four Gin and tonics with her back facing me.   She tried to 
arrange her piny to cover as much flesh as possible.   With her tiny skirt 
hanging off her flared buttocks, her bare feet and thin bare waist she 
looked like a model out of Playboy.   Paul and Nick admired her openly.   
But they looked away when Joan turned round.  She was clearly embarressed 
about her state of dress and I could see she was forcing herself to relax 
and act normally in front of her guests.  She looked so sexy in the maid's 
piny.    Soon after BJ ushered them all into the adjoining dinning room.     
I gathered there was a salad laid out.    I heard BJ telling Joan that her 
role would be to serve the men - she could eat later.   And through the half 
open door I could see Fred the wolfhound lying under the table and Joan 
tentatively and attentively walking round serving food.

It wasn't a big dinner.  More a light snack and soon they returned.   BJ was 
telling Joan to stay with them and not to clear away.

"Thanks for serving us," BJ said,  "I guess we should let you take off your 
piny."    He reached round and untied the bow.    As he lifted it over her 
head Joan realised how much more exposed she would be.    Remember, her top 
was only a few inches lower than her breasts and tight across her fullness.  
   You could see the darkness of her aerole through the thin silk and her 
hard nipples stood out proudly, demonstrating to the room her unfulfilled 
arousal.   She quickly grabbed the piny to cover herself.
"Stop resisting and stand still."  BJ ordered
"No Des," she pleaded as he prised the piny away and covered her breasts 
with her hands.
Are you disobeying me?"
"Des, I can't stay dressed like this.  Don't you see.   Let me go and put a 
jumper on"

Softly BJ hands went to hold the wrist restraints he had put on Joan 
earlier.    She covered her breasts with her arms.    She didn't know what 
to do and once BJ had a firm grip he suddenly pinned her arms behind her 
back and in a quick flurry secured her wrists together.   When he let her go 
it dawned on Joan that her hands were secured behind her back.     This 
pushed her breasts more firmly against her silk top.
"Des, don't be silly.  Let me go" Joan pleaded.
"This is for your own good Mary, and if you're not good I'll have to punish 
you and I don't want to do that.  Now come here"
But Joan didn't want to go closer to him but when he reached out to pull her 
she didn't resist but was moaning  "No no, Des."
"OK, my dear, as you can't stop complaining you clearly need a lesson."
Saying this he undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor.      Joan 
twisted to try and stop the dress falling but to no avail.  She stood 
helpless in nothing but fine and revealing underwear, her hands behind her.
Then she fell to her knees before him.  "Please Des, please.  I do want to 
be a good wife and I know I've got to learn but please don't do this in 
front of our guests, I'll die of shame.  Please."
"You still feeling sexy?"
She ignored his question.
"Let me go Des, let me go." She pleaded as she knelt before him.
"Kiss me"
"What" She sounded alarmed.
BJ had a hand on her head and now pulled on her hair until she was looking 
up at him.
"Kiss me.  Kiss my cock quickly before I get annoyed."

Joan glanced at Paul and Nick as if convincing herself they were only 
illusions.   Forcing them out of her mind and so thus make it acceptable for 
her to what she did.    Which was to lean forward and press her lips to the 
front of his trousers.
"That's it.  Properly now - until I tell you to stop."
He grinned at Paul and Nick who were clearly amazed at the sight as Joan 
pressed her kisses home.      Joan was loosing herself again.   She was 
letting herself go.    BJ flexed his knees and pressed her face against his 
hardness which pushed against the confines of his trousers.
BJ dropped down so they were face to face.
"You see, you can be sexy if you try."
Joan smirked at the compliment - half pleased half embarrassed.  Then she 
gasped as his fingers found the smooth surface of silk covering her breasts 
and pinched her nipples.      Kneeling as she was, with her hands secured 
behind her she had no option but to let the sensations BJ was creating wash 
over her.    And when his fingers slipped down and lifted the red silk up 
over her breasts all she could do was moan softly,  "Oh Jesus,  Des, oh, no 
more,  please."  Her breasts looked so delightfull and responsive in BJ's 
palms

Des paused and waved Paul over.
"Let's get another opinion."  He said,  "Now kiss Paul."  And he moved away 
so Paul could stand where he had - his groin thrust towards her.
"No Des, don't make me do that."   She said with alarm but BJ had positioned 
himself behind her and pushed her head forward.
She twisted her head away to avoid Paul's groin which was when BJ pulled her 
silk top completely over her head leaving her swollen breasts nakedly 
available and the top dangling at her wrists.   BJ cupped one breast in his 
hand while the other pushed her head forward again.
"I told you things would get worse if you disobeyed me.   Now kiss him"
This time Joan did although she seemed distracted by BJ's hand cupping her 
breasts and caressing her nipple.    She continued planting kisses on his 
groin for a while until BJ decided she wasn't being passionate enough and 
pulled her to where Nick was sitting and pushed her face down between his 
open legs.        Nick splayed his legs and used his hands to move Joan's 
lips to where he wanted.     Quickly BJ decided he wasn't happy with this 
arrangement.   He couldn't reach her breasts and was telling Joan to show 
more passion.  Paul had removed his trousers and lay on the floor with his 
Y-fronts bulging like a tent.   BJ pulled Joan by her elbows behind her back 
and positioned her over Paul's tent.    BJ lifted her tied arms forcing her 
face down onto his bulge.
"Do your stuff" he ordered.
Paul teased one swollen breast while BJ had one hand round her other breast 
and one hand roaming her buttocks smacking her lightly at times.     Joan 
was moaning, "No, no more."  But she was no longer resisting and was 
planting kisses to her own design.    Paul slipped his pants down over his 
now stiff erection and Joan's moaned again, "Oh no, Jesus."   And then, 
without Paul's hand forcing her head down she started kissing his raw meat.

I don't think Joan felt BJ slid the French Knickers off her buttocks but she 
jerked when his thumb found her clit.   He pulled the knickers completely 
off and waved Nick over.    He quickly stripped and knelt behind her, his 
erection pointing at her virgina.        Joan's rear twisted wildly when he 
first pressed himself against her opening but he held her round her waist 
and pushed himself inside her.  Joan gave a muffled moan her mouth full of 
Paul's cock.

Having satisfied himself that Joan's was being fucked both ends he picked up 
a camera and took some photo's.  He removed his clothes apart from his vest 
and then looked for something to do while he waited for Nick and Paul to 
take their pleasure.      He seemed to notice me and came over telling me to 
kneel on the floor.   This was the most humiliating bit for me.  He made me 
suck him.   His cock.  Me.
"Come on,"  he said,   "as your wife can't suck me you'll have to do it for 
her."
He held my head firmly so I stared at his muscular torso and froze as his 
cock pressed against my chin.   I could smell him; see the line of hair 
running down to his groin; and out of the bottom of my eye I could see his 
bulbous head staring at me as if saying,  "Your gonna suck me boy."     It 
was as if it had the power to take over my mind.   BJ pushed my head down 
and I remembered what I had seen Joan do.   Maybe I should do the same, I 
thought.      I looked at his meat square on.   I was shaking.    I kissed 
him alone his length timidly as if it might bite.     I had never seen a 
cock so close before, not even my own.     The veins standing out, the soft 
hairs towards the base and over his tight balls giving way to the heavier 
pubic hair, the smell, the heat, and the overwhelming heaviness of it's 
bulk.  BJ wanted more.   He always wanted more.   He wanted his cock inside 
my mouth and having gone to far to think of resisting I let him push himself 
past my lips.     God he was big.    I understood what Joan meant.      And 
then he was fucking my mouth.   He could only get some of his length in but 
he was fucking my mouth - sliding himself in and out.    A couple of times I 
gagged as he forced himself to the back of my throat - and further.

A few feet away Paul groaned as he ejaculated into Joan's mouth.   Suddenly 
release as BJ complained I was as useless as Joan, and pulled out leaving my 
jaw aching.
"Ok, my turn guys" he announced and helped Joan stand up.  He told Paul to 
take me upstairs and picking Joan up bodily into his arms we all trooped 
upstairs.   Even Fred, padding softly behind us.    BJ dumped Joan on the 
bed in what turned out to be the guest room and untied her hands.
"Now let's see if you've learnt anything.   Make love with me."
Joan's brown eyes looked up at him then down to his cock as he joined her on 
the bed.   Her eyes flicked to Paul and Nick (never to me) as BJ's hands 
explored her body.   He was telling her what to do and soon they were going 
at it hammer and tongs.      She had both hands round his cock and was 
kissing him all over.   His large hands where caressing her breasts her 
buttocks, pulling and caressing as whim took him.    When he fingered her 
clit she arched her body to him something she had never done with me.     
When he finally slipped his cock between her legs she opened them wide and 
grabbed fistfuls of bedclothes as he pushed.
"Oh, my God.  She gasped, moaning and nearly screaming as he pushed himself 
home.

He fucked her for hours, or at least it seemed like that.    When he came he 
was fucking her from behind doggy style.     He was holding he hips and 
pounding hard into her while she buried her face in the duvet, her rear up 
in the air affording him easy access.    He groaned and pounded away even 
harder before collapsing over her.     He rested like that for a while then 
pulled himself out saying he was off to bed but Joan should pleasure Paul 
and Nick until they too where spent.
Nick wanted to fuck her arse but I didn't witness that because BJ led me 
outside into the corridor and told me to go and sleep on the sofa 
downstairs.

I went downstairs and I think I fell asleep because I woke suddenly.  .  I 
heard a car start and realised Paul and Nick had just left.    I walked 
round the room shaking the sleep from my head and thinking.    Now the 
evening was over I knew I had to do something.  I had to get Joan away.   I 
had to make her safe again.    I also nearly overwhelmed by a wave of anger 
that came over me.  I felt as if I had been blackmailed - forced to watch 
the evening events because intervening would have made things worse somehow. 
    But now, if I could get Joan out of the house maybe I could at least 
rescue some pride.  Or maybe I just wanted revenge.
I tiptoed upstairs and saw Joan asleep in the spare bedroom.   The door was 
left ajar and I watched her for a few minutes wondering what would become of 
us after this night.   I closed the door and gently opened a few doors until 
I found the master bedroom with BJ snoring away, a bottle of whisky by his 
bed.      I shut the door and went downstairs.
I nearly jumped when Fred pushed his nose against me.  I hadn't heard him 
approach but he followed me downstairs where I locked him in the garage with 
some steak from the fridge.    Then I got a knife from the kitchen and 
proceeded to completely trash each room.   One by one, methodically.   
Calmly as if in a trace but my mind was whirling.      I was careful not to 
mess up the entrance hall but I slashed the chair covers.   I threw sugar 
and flour from the kitchen all over the carpets and sofas.   I poured milk 
over his record collection; his five or six brands of whisky over the 
carpet; and when I found some bleach and paint stripper in a cupboard I 
opened them over his furniture.   In his writing desk I found  1000, a lot 
of money in those days, which I pocketed.   Upstairs, with the need to be 
quiet paramount I limited myself to emptying a bottle of port and the 
remains of some red wine into the linen cupboard.   Until, that is, I found 
a small box room converted into a photographer's dark room.   There were 
drawers full of photo's and negatives which I poured chemicals over.    I 
had no idea what the chemicals were or did but took some to pour over the 
carpets.     I remembered the photo's BJ's had taken and stole his camera 
and film.    Finally I wrote BJ a very polite note which I pinned to the 
wall right outside his bedroom where he couldn't miss it.
"I have the photo's and I remember everything.   If you talk to anyone I'll 
come back and kill you.    If I don't get promoted next week I'll come back 
for you.    If I see or hear you've contacted my wife ever again I'll come 
back for."
I wanted to hurt him.    I wanted to go into his bedroom and really hurt 
him.   But I didn't trust myself and it scared me.
I woke Joan up.
"Get dressed we're leaving."
She dressed without a word and a few minutes later I was hailing a cab.  
Thank God there's always taxis in London.

The next day Joan went to her mother's leaving me a brief note.   "Gone to 
mummy back soon."    It was three-days before she returned.  Three dark days 
of fear and worry.   I returned home from work to find her cooking the 
evening meal and breathed a sigh of relief as I inquired after her mother's 
health.

Joan and I have never spoken about that night although I know we both often 
think about it.      I want to tell her that it wasn't me who did those 
things to her, but what would that do?  Maybe Joan would feel more 
humiliated by the thought that it was someone else.    And what would she 
think of me if she knew I had sucked BJ's cock?    No, some things are best 
left alone.
I can tell you that Joan and I are still together.   Children have been and 
gone and we're going to be grandparents later this year.   And sex?   Well 
here I've no complaints.  Since that evening I've seen another side to Joan. 
    In bed she's been sexy and willing, and she still is, all these years 
later.    She still won't suck me off but I'm not completely sure it's a 
complaint.    As I think I've already said my penis is on the small side of 
average and Joan will kiss me, wank me and even swallow my come, but if I 
ask her to suck me it always the same answer.
"I'm sorry darling," she'll say, "But you know you're just too big.    When 
you get all hard my small mouth can't take you.     Would like me to do you 
by hand, I'd like that."
To which I  usually lie back and say, "That would be nice darling".



The End





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