Reverse Hypnosis "(FMMMM,exhib,Hyno)
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  I had dreamed for years about getting my wife hypnotized; getting her
to become a more sensual exhibitionist in a way that I would have
controls, safety, and a whole lot of fun.  Now here I was facing the
decision, the opportunity, of a lifetime!  The man with whom I had been
talking on the flight from Chicago to Atlanta was like a dream come
true.
  He claimed he was a professional hypnotist.  We started talking about
hypnotism is general at first as we made small talk while my wife slept
to my right.  He was very interested in my computer knowledge and
offered to reward me for a problem he had been having on his home PC
which paralleled a similar problem I had also experienced on my home
computer.  I had taken his email address and offered to email him the
solution and he seemed ecstatic.  I was feeling pleased with myself when
he offered his services for my wife's fear of flying, which we had also
discussed.
  As I had discussed my cautions about mind-control and a general
disbelief in the subject, we delved deeper into the potential abuses and
side effects of abused hypnosis as well as the potential benefits and
perks of properly applied hypnosis.  I don't know why I asked him to
include a sexually related suggestion, but he heard me out and agreed.
  So as I sat pondering the excitement that ran through my veins and the
potential fantasies that could be fulfilled, PJ stirred next to me from
her slumber.  
  "Where are we?" she asked as she sat upright and ran her tongue over
her teeth.
  "About 30 minutes from Atlanta." I guessed.
  I told her about the man to my left and about his expertise, how I had
helped him and how he had offered to ease her fear of flying which was
exacerbated with ascent and descent, which was not long off.  I assured
her that I doubted that anything negative could come of the attempt, and
that I felt comfortable with the man.
  She agreed and we changed seats as I gave him the go-ahead nod.  Her
moving from seat to seat was a treat in itself.  PJ wore a micro-mini
skirt, thigh highs, heels, and a very generous halter-top.  As she
raised her hips to slide over the armrest between chairs, her skirt
climbed up her thighs until she was sitting again, at which point she
tugged down on the hem-line.
  PJ and Joe chatted briefly as he assured her of his sincerity in
attempting to assist her in her innate fear and of the safety and
potential benefits of the session.
  Soon he was putting her through a relaxing phase and I immediately had
to start fidgeting in my chair as I felt waves of fatigue coercing
through my own body.
  After about ten minutes I heard him discussing with her the safety
record of flying and taking her back in her mind to the event which had
instilled her fear of flight.  He went over the event with her which
occurred in a small privately owned jet in which the pilot had decided
to scare her, probably unaware of the long-term effects of his antics.  
  The seatbelt signs lit up and bells chimed as the pilot announced the
imminent beginning of a initial descent.  I looked at Joe and PJ and he
opened his hands in a gesture of question to me.  
  "Do you want me to introduce the sexual suggestion?" he asked.
  Duh- I though.  I simply nodded.
  He asked her about her love for me, which she affirmed quite strongly.
  "That's in your favor." he whispered to me.  I smiled.
  He then began to suggest that she open up to men, letting them
appreciate her since it made me so happy and making me happy made her
happy.  Again, I felt my own fatigue catch up with me momentarily and
found that I was having trouble focusing on his conversation.  He went
on and on until the plane's angle of descent changed and we knew we were
getting close to final approach.  He then woke her and she looked
puzzled.
  "When do we begin?" she asked.
  "We're done." I noted.
  The seat-belt signs blinked twice with chimes as the steward announced
that all trays should be put upright and locked and they began last
minute preparations for the landing.  Having flown a lot in my travels
over the years, the banking descents and rapid descents of flight
running behind schedule were not new to me.  I remained comfortable in
my seat when I noticed that PJ was not holding my hand or my arm.  She
seemed comfortable and calm, more than I had ever noticed in her on any
flight, not that she had allowed me many.
  The landing went moderately smoothly, with only minor turbulence and a
single shudder on touchdown.  As we taxied to the receiving gate, I
wondered if the sexual suggestions might be as successful as the
in-flight tolerance suggestions.  Even if they were, I was happy that
she seemed to be more at ease now than at any time prior on this flight,
and there was another connection to be made later.  My mind began
immediately considering the possibilities and it wasn't long until I
came up with my first minor test.
  
  "How was that?" I asked her.
  "No problem," she noted, admitted surprise in the tone of her voice,
"not bad at all."
  "Maybe Joe here helped you." I said pointing to the man now on her
right.
  "I guess so." she conceded.
  I leaned towards her ear and whispered.  "Maybe you should show him
some affectionate appreciation."
  Before I could sit back and receive my anticipated quizzical look, PJ
turned to Joe.  "I wasn't nearly as scared on this landing as in
previous ones.  I should thank you."
  Joe replied, "It was the least I could do, I" --  He was cut off as
she leaned over and planted her lips firmly on his.  I watched in
amazement and slight arousal as we continued to taxi toward a gate. 
When she sat back and faced forward I saw a smile upon his lips. 
Suddenly, my normally very attractive wife looked VERY sexy.  Her mini
skirt looked shorter, and her blouse looked sheerer.
  I pulled my notepad out of my pocket and quickly scrolled a note for
him to test her response for me and to get a little more physical with
her until we arrived at the gate.  It seemed like we had as much privacy
as we were going to have for the remainder of the trip.  As I passed him
the note, I told PJ how sexy she was and how much I appreciated her
teasing me by flirting with him.
  He wadded up the note, tapped her shoulder and moved his lips to
hers.  As she turned her shoulders towards him, one of his hands cupped
her breast and the other fell to her thigh-high covered thigh.  An
eternity passed in that first second as I anticipated a negative
reaction.  Instead, she put her hand to her chin as if to pull his lips
closer to hers.
I experienced a new arousal and felt blood rushing to my cock.
  The embrace lasted only a few seconds and he only fondled her breast a
few more seconds, but his hand remained on her thigh as she faced
forward again as the plane slowed as it pulled into the gate.  I watched
with each breath getting shorter and shorter as his hand approached the
hem line of her micro-mini and then slowly started to work its way under
the material.  PJ parted her legs for him and his hand quickly darted
into the most sacred of shadows.
  He smiled at me.  "You staying in Atlanta?" he asked, his hand
caressing my wife's pussy.
  I shook my head.  "We have a connecting flight to catch - if we can" I
replied glancing at my watch developing a serious concern that we were
becoming pressed for time.
  His hand came out from between her legs as we stopped and people began
popping their seatbelts, long before the seatbelt sign had been dimmed. 
"Too bad." He muttered.
  "We do appreciate what you've done." I winked.
  "Me too." PJ chimed in.
  Moments later, we were standing in the isle, waiting for people to
gather themselves and move on.  Time began to drag.   I stood in the
isle calculating the chances of us reaching our new concourse and gate
and began to have serious doubts that we would make our flight, assuming
that the departing flight was on-time, which seemed to always be the
case when the arriving flight was late.
  PJ stood behind me, and Joe behind her.  Finally, the line began to
move and soon we were off the plane walking briskly up the debarking
ramp.  
  We stopped to see him moving to an opposite direction and we waved and
turned to head down the concourse.  We stopped briefly at a departure
screen suspended from the ceiling and noticed that our connecting flight
was flashing, indicating that it was boarding.  It was in our concourse,
but at the opposite end.  We grabbed our carry-on luggage and began
jogging down the concourse isle.  
  Most of the people seemed to either be casually strolling the isle or
impersonating OJ Simpson.  I instinctively wanted to break out into a
dead run, but I knew PJ would not be able to keep up, especially in her
3" heels.  I walked alongside her, counting the gates, looking for C-3. 
The nearest sign said C-26.  Right direction, but time was now the
enemy.
  Five minutes later we were in visual distance of our gate and to my
dismay and alarm the door were closed.  We made a bee-line to the
nearest courtesy counter and were informed that we had just missed the
flight.  They seemed as disappointed as we were about the missed flight
and immediately began looking up another flight to put us on.  Moments
later, we had our boarding passes for the next flight which gave us a
two-hour layover.
  PJ looked slightly winded as I pocketed our boarding passes and
grabbed our bags.  "Smoke?" I suggested?
  She smiled, and we headed down the concourse to one of the airports
infamous smoking lounges.
  Two minutes later we entered the 50'x 50-foot room, packed with people
and a obvious haze hung in the air.  There were about 40 seats in the
room, 10 along each wall, and two smaller rows on either side of the
room, most seats packed.  I pointed to a seat near a standing ashtray
and offered it to PJ.  I parked my bags a couple of feet in front of her
and lit my own cigarette as I watched her light her own.
  I immediately noticed a number of men admiring her legs as she sat,
legs side by side.  I sensed an opportunity to explore her
exhibitionistic hypnosis affect.  I spied a chair open across the room
and told her I would go sit there and admire her beauty from afar.  I
really didn't mind standing after all the sitting I had done, but I was
more interested to see what might happen in this public place.
  I took my luggage to the chair on the opposite end of the room and sat
down and almost crossed my fingers.  She was a prize, I thought while
watching her sitting there, looking around.  When her eyes would scan
the room and meet mine, I would grin and wink at her.
  I leisurely smoked my cigarette, finding it difficult to understand
why I tolerated such exposure to my own bad habit, compounded by
everyone else's.  I thanked my fortune for not having a cigar smoker
adding to the cloud hanging over my head.  The room was a definite
yellow shade.  I could not tell if it was a poor choice in design, or
the walls were laden with tar.  I didn't want to know, since then I
would have to internally debate how my lungs must have looked.  I
immediately refocused on people watching, mostly the adorable
auburn-haired wife of mine across the room.
  An overhead page about a departing plane boarding caused almost half
of the 40 people present to suddenly start milling about, putting our
their cigarettes (partially in most cases), and filing out of the room. 
This particular room only had one phone so there were no lines or people
chatting on the phones.  Gradually people continued to file out and
suddenly, there were only about a dozen people in the room.  PJ waved
for me to come over, but I smiled to her and pointed to my legs, which I
parted as she looked at them.
  She took the hint, and slowly widened her legs giving me a wonderful
view up her thighs until the lack of light prevented me from seeing what
I knew awaited me.  I smiled and she slowly closed her legs, but not
completely.  An older man who was entering the room looked around at the
available seats and took one two seats away from PJ.  The fun begins --
I thought.
  It wasn't long before he extended a cordial greeting to her and she
warmly received it.  Moments later, he was reaching to flick his ashes
into the ashtray near her and moved to the chair next to her.  I heard
him asking here where she was going and so forth, and was surprised at
her evasive, yet truthful answers.  Then he stood up and left.
  I felt puzzled, they seemed to be hitting it off so well, I thought. 
He seemed attracted to her, and what warm-blooded male wouldn't be?  So,
I wondered, where did he go?  A flight, I answered myself.  He must have
had a timetable to keep?  A flight to meet?  A valid reason for leaving
PJ sitting there?  PJ got up and walked towards me.  I admired her form,
not perfect, but definitely very attractive and scantily clad - all for
me.  She leaned over to whisper to me as I admired her hanging breasts,
bulging out against the material of her halter.
  "He wants to buy me a drink at the bar two gates down."
  I stood up.  "I'll go down there first to get a seat to watch.  Make
up an excuse to him about delaying your arrival."  I kissed her cheek
and started to walk away, stopped and smiled at her.  "Have fun!" I
grinned encouragingly.
  I hurried to the bar and found it to be a small place, a large hole in
the wall almost.  I quickly spotted the man standing at the corner of
the bar, one foot on his stool.  All the other seats along the bar were
taken.   As I stood there looking at my options for seating, a table of
two got up to leave.  I quickly moved up to the table and said "Thanks."
as they left.
  It was an ideal vantage point!  The table was against the wall away
from the busy concourse main hallway thoroughfare and only about 8 feet
from the man with whom my wife might flirt with!  I took off my coat and
draped it over the table as I scooped up the glasses, napkins, and
straws left from the previous patrons and returned them to the bar and
ordered myself a cold beer.
  I returned to my table and hung my coat on my chair, set down my beer
and instinctively reached for my cigarettes.
PJ was no where to be seen.  I looked around and noticed that no one had
a cigarette and that this was probably a non-smoking bar.  Disappointed,
I put them away and sighed while taking a sip of beer.
  Finally PJ entered the bar and she quickly spotted her flirt.  The man
welcomed her and stood to offer her the stool.  She took her seat,
hanging her sweater on the seat.  Not only could I see everything, I
could hear most of what they said as well!
  "I didn't think you were coming." he began.
  "Potty-break." PJ smiled.
  "I'm Ed." he said.
  "PJ" she shook his hand.  He then took his hand and rested it on her
left shoulder.
  They made small talk for almost 20 minutes in which time my urge for a
cigarette was getting increasingly more distracting.  During that time
Ed's hand had begun to move from her shoulder to down her back and then
up again.  I also noted the interest she maintained from many of the
other men at the bar.  Her back was to me, but I knew it was her
cleavage.  The halter had a plunging neckline and the top half of the
material was weaved with a porous look.  Her breasts were well exposed,
and under the right light, her aureoles and nipples might be visible
too.
  PJ then turned her chair more towards him and parting her legs with
him standing very close to her between them.   If his cock had had eyes,
it would have been staring right at its target!  His right hand
immediately found rest on her thigh, directly in my view.  This was the
best part of being a voyeur!
  "I've been sitting all day." PJ said.  "Why don't you sit, and let me
stand?"
  He stepped back and must have glimpsed her bush as she slid forward
off the stool.  He moved around her closely and took his seat, parting
his legs as she had and PJ moved between them.  This time his right hand
moved back to her thigh, but was not visible from my seat.  This was a
negative aspect of being a voyeur.
  They continued small talk, mostly questions about her work, her
marriage, her happiness, and some history on his business success. 
Finally, I caught his right hand, which was not as passive as the rest
of his body.  It had moved up her thigh and to the inside of the thigh. 
PJ smiled and continued chatting.  Then my breath became short as I
watched his hand brazenly start to move up her thigh, raising her skirt
with it until his hand found her pussy.
  I couldn't see her pussy, but I had no doubt as to what he was doing. 
And I was stunned that she continued smiling and talking with him as if
he was doing nothing!  I wanted to break out my camera for this action,
but sat still, hoping my continuous gaze in their direction wouldn't
startle him, or attract someone else's attention.
  I knew PJ always wished she had the courage to tease me and now it was
happening!  I was definitely aroused!  His hand moved to her hip closest
to the bar, bringing her skirt up with it's movement.  His hand
continued to move lateral and upwards, causing her skirt to continue to
rise on that side.  Her thigh high top was now clearly visible as he
worked his hand to her hip and continued upwards, now exposing her pussy
to air, and my view!  I looked away briefly to see whom on my side of
the room might also be watching, but no one seemed to be paying
attention.
  I looked to PJ to see if her face showed any signs of discomfort, but
I saw none.  She looked so slutty, standing there between his open legs,
his hand caressing her thigh in larger circles, her skirts hem line
rising to expose her pussy hair to him.  His left hand had remained
relatively motionless on his leg as his right hand moved with increasing
liberty and dimension.
  God I wanted a cigarette.  And I wanted to fuck her.  I couldn't
decide which order, nor did I care.
  I sipped my beer and surveyed my surroundings.  No one seemed to
notice my wife in the hand's of this brazen stranger, or her exposure to
him.  I felt better and turned back to them.  His left hand began moving
over her left hip, outside of her mini-skirt, moving in small circles
while his right hand continued around her hip to cup her ass.  I
realized that with his hand on her ass, and the material of her skirt on
his wrist and arm, the man next to them could look down and see her ass
cheek being squeezed.  
  My heart continued to quicken it's pace.  I wasn't sure if it was
fear, excitement, or both.  I nervously lit another cigarette as the
spectacle before me continued to unfold.  The man was probably in his
50's, thinning white hair, clean cut, well-dressed, and generally
appeared well to do.  As I surveyed him, he pulled PJ closer to him
until she bent over to kiss him.
  PJ leaned forward and planted her lips firmly on his.  His left hand
continued to circle her hip as his right hand came from behind her and
boldly cupped her breast.  Again, I looked around to see if anyone was
watching. This time I noticed another older man at a table near the
lounge's entrance staring at them.  I figured that from his angle he
could probably see her thigh high tops and part of her left ass cheek as
she leaned forward in her kiss.  As I returned my gaze to the kissing
couple, I noticed the man next to PJ and her friend getting up from his
barstool.  He turned, gave an approving nod and up and down survey of
PJ's body and left.  I immediately wanted to take the empty stool, but I
remained motionless.
  The couple next to me sat with their backs to me, facing the concourse
while analyzing their tickets and boarding passes.  There were no other
tables behind us, so I felt better knowing that PJ's show had a limited
audience, for now.  I watched the other man at the third small table get
up and take the seat I so badly wanted.  My heart was still pounding,
but I felt that the environment was relatively safe, so I attributed my
reaction to arousal.  My penis left me little doubt about that
sensation!
  I sipped more of my beer as I watched the second man take the
barstool.  I almost choked when he turned himself towards PJ and her
friend and pulled his seat closer to them.  PJ was still enveloped in a
passionate kiss, tongues darting back and forth between them.  As she
pulled back I literally coughed as I realized that her friend had undone
three of her blouse's buttons leaving a remarkable amount of cleavage.  
  The two men exchanged nods and her original friend turned her towards
me slightly as he introduced the other man.  "This is Larry." he said.
  "Hi Larry." PJ extended a handshake.  She seemed oblivious to the fact
that her friend was still using his right hand to raise her skirt, which
wasn't falling back down!  I could clearly see both thigh high tops now
and more above her left leg.  
  "She's gorgeous, Mark!" Larry said.
  "Feel her ass." Mark said.  PJ smiled at me, but I somehow sensed her
smile was somehow missing something.  I tried to smile back but found
myself almost frozen in place.  I noticed my cigarette had burned out in
the ashtray, almost untouched.
  Larry reached behind PJ and boldly lifted her skirt up and began to
blatantly caress her cheek.  Larry did the same from his side.  The
couple turned to see the men talking and feeling up PJ, shook their
heads, and got up to leave.
When I looked around, I noticed that many of the patrons had left and
that the bartender was walking towards our side of the room.  He headed
to the concourse, stopped at a pillar and began lowering a metal blind.
  I looked at my watch and realized that it was 1 a.m. and it must have
been close to closing time.  He looked at me and pointed at my beer as
if to indicate an offer to get me another one.  I merely nodded, feeling
strangely out of touch, almost surreal.  
  While he fetched my beer, Mark and Larry were becoming more physical
with PJ who had begun to take turned kissing them as they each took
turns caressing her breasts outside of her blouse.
  The barkeep returned with my beer and said it had been paid for. 
"You're free to stay awhile while I do some paperwork and general
cleanup."  The barkeep turned and walked back around the bar, hardly
glancing at the molestation unfolding in front of me.  He came up to
Larry and Mark with three beers and Mark gave the man a fifty-dollar
bill.  
  When the barkeep turned to start ringing out his register, Mark and
Larry began undoing PJ's buttons until her blouse was completely open. 
PJ's breasts came into full view.  36 C breasts with little to no sag. 
Large aureoles and erect 1/2" nipples perked up.  Physically she was
hot!  Then they moved to her skirt, lifting it until it was bundled up
over her abdomen, completely exposing her pussy to me.
  My erection strained to get free from the confines of my jeans.  My
heart rate was palpable throughout my body as my lust and voyeurism
reached new levels of ecstasy.  PJ leaned her head back as Mark leaned
forward and began to suck on her breast while his left hand caressed her
pussy and his right hand caressed her ass.  Larry mirrored Mark's
actions.
  The other side of the bar remained open, but sparsely populated.
  Again, I lit a cigarette, finding that I had to focus on my actions. 
I was in heaven, watching my wife being fondled by two men in a public
place right before my eyes!  I briefly considered that things might be
moving too far too fast, but dismissed the thought quickly as paranoia. 
Neither PJ nor I would allow her to do anything dangerous or foolish.
  Mark continued to physically move PJ, his hand over her pussy began to
move up and down over her slit, and action I recognized as designed to
part her thick hair.  I wanted to get up and fall on my knees and start
sucking that slit, working my way to her clit and working her into a
sexual frenzy.  I sat motionless.
  "Very sexy." Larry sighed.
  "Very." Mark concurred.
  Larry looked at me, caught me staring at them.  "What do you think?"
  I should have felt conspicuous or embarrassed, but I didn't.  I merely
nodded.  I briefly considered that things were taking a strange turn and
that they had paid the barkeep to close our side of the lounge.  My mind
seemed somewhat unable to keep a straight thought pattern.  Not that
watching wasn't great!  Just as I considered trying to focus on what I
was seeing transpire, Larry got off his stool and knelt before PJ's
pussy and dove into her pussy with his tongue.
  PJ placed her hand on his head and began caressing it as he licked and
sucked feverishly at her.  I should be taking pictures! I thought
again.  I remained transfixed.
  While Larry worked on PJ's pussy, Mark had begun to wet his fingers
and wet PJ's nipples.
  "You are a VERY sexy woman." Mark told her.
  PJ sighed.  "Thanks."
  "Touch my cock." Mark told her.
  PJ reached down with her free hand to find Mark's erection free of his
slacks and standing upright.  It was an average size cock, standing
about 3 to 4 inches above his zipper.  PJ's hand encircled his erection
and began to lightly fondle it.  She started with a slight squeezing
motion and then began alternating that and a small stroking motion. 
Mark sat back in his chair and moved his hips forward in his chair as PJ
continued to fondle his cock.
  I wanted to join in.  Why not?  No one on the other end of the room
could clearly see what was going on and I could let her sit on my cock
while she toyed with theirs, I pondered.
  God I needed a cigarette!  
  Larry lifted PJ's left leg and placed her heel on the rung of the
barstool, causing her legs to part more as I watched his hand replace
his tongue at her pussy's entrance.  I couldn't see it, but from the
motion of his shoulder and elbow I realized that he was fingering her! 
PJ leaned to her left and kissed Mark while continuing to work on his
erection.
  Suddenly, I felt out of control.  I wasn't sure I could provide a
safety net for her any longer.  Things were progressing so fast, so far,
so boldly.  I was excited and nervous and motionless.  I wondered if
this was what it was like to be scared stiff?  But I wasn't scared!  But
I was concerned.  I watched PJ lean back after breaking off her kiss and
moan and Larry continued to pump her pussy with more speed and depth.  I
couldn't see how many fingers because his head and shoulders blocked my
view.  
  Go for a fresh beer and check out the action as you pass by - I told
myself.  I wondered why my heart was pounding so loudly in my chest. 
Why hadn't anyone paid us any mind?  Why was the barkeep oblivious to
the action or potential gain for himself?  Cigarette! - my mind
screamed.
  "Let her down." Mark ordered.
  Larry stopped finger-fucking my wife and returned to his seat and
sipped his drink.  I'm thirsty too, I thought.
  "PJ," Mark asked, "would you suck my dick?"
  PJ smiled and slid off her barstool and slowly dropped to her knees. 
As she knelt before Mark, he turned his back to the bar, facing me at a
45° angle.  Larry got behind PJ and pulled her blouse completely off. 
"You won't need this below the bar." He chuckled.
  "No, I won't." PJ concurred.
  Because of the height of the barstool, she remained upright on her
knees, he belly the only thing covered by her bunched up skirt.  She
leaned forward and began to swallow Mark's cock.  She moved slowly,
holding it at it's base, and humming as she went slowly up and down his
shaft with her lips.  
  At least jerk off! - my mind called out again - and have a cigarette
while doing it.  My own erection had regained its pulsations and slow
growth down my leg.  As PJ would pause to bring her breasts up to Mark's
cock and rub it with her nipples, Larry removed his sport-coat and slid
off his stool.  He laid down on the floor and put his head between my
wife's parted thighs.  He wadded up his coat and elevated his head up to
her pussy and resumed tonguing her.  His hands flowed freely about her
thighs and ass.  
  I found breathing becoming more difficult and reached for a
cigarette.  As my eyes broke from the scene, a puzzle formed before me. 
My table had one and a half beers in front of me, yet I thirsted.  My
ashtray also had three cigarettes completely burned out; the ashes still
in place.  My wife was performing oral sex on a stranger and having oral
sex performed on her.  And I was sitting still?
  PJ's oral manipulation of Mark's cock increased in volume and effort. 
Mark leaned back with a smile on his face.
Larry resumed fingering PJ while tonguing her clit.  Her hips were
moving back and forth and I knew she wanted sex now.  I wanted her now.  
  Good thing I had her hypnotized - I thought, recalling my fortune that
probably made some of this possible.
Again the table before me cried out.  My mind cried out, but I had no
idea why, and for the pleasurable sights before me - something I always
wanted to see - I was getting a headache.  Timing - I chuckled inwardly.
  Suddenly PJ leaned way back as Mark began squirting jism all over her
breasts.  He squirted and squirted as PJ continued to milk his penis. 
Her hips never lost rhythm to Larry's stimulation as the action between
her and Mark slowed down.  Mark bent over as PJ continued to moan softly
in response to Larry's work and kissed her.  His hands began massaging
his cum into her skin.  
  I watched, mesmerized, was Larry's tongue continued working on PJ's
clit, while his hands released his own cock.  PJ leaned back to allow
Mark to rub her breasts and looked totally into what was happening, so
serene, so unaware that I was not part of the action as we had always
agreed I would be.  Well, I could get up and join in!  She continued to
sway her hips back and forth but then began to move her knees,
backwards.
  Mark sat in his chair, smiled at me as he zipped up, and glanced
across the bar to the other side, where 5 people sat unaware of what was
happening on the floor three feet from me, their view blocked by the
bar.
  PJ was walking on her knees as Larry replaced his tongue on her pussy
with his fingers.  She was backing up to sit on his cock! - I realized. 
I lit a cigarette and stared at it.  Why was I lighting this? I asked
myself.  Duh - to smoke, I thought.  So, why were the last three smokes
untouched?  
  Distracted, I answered myself.
  And the beers? I wondered.
  PJ's pussy was over Larry's chest as he looked up and told her how
great she smelled and how sexy she was.  She was still inching lower
over his torso.
  I'm thirsty, and have 11/2 glasses of beer on my table.  I'm dying for
a cigarette, but not smoking them.  I started to put down the cigarette
but resisted the urge.  But I did not inhale.
  Larry's hands had left her pussy to move to her hips to gently guide
her lower over his torso.  His cock throbbed and bounced up and down,
about 6" above his zipper.  Mark sat sipping his beer and smiling at the
sight before him, occasionally adjusting himself at the groin.  
  I looked back at my cigarette.  Inhale - I ordered myself.  I just
looked at it.  Was I ready to quit?  No doubt, I wasn't I realized as
soon as I asked myself that question.  So inhale.  
  PJ continued to slowly inch down, her ass coming to within inches of
Larry's bouncing erection.  "Hurry up!" he pleased.
  "Condom?" she retorted.
  "Oh yea," he sighed.
  That's a relief, I thought.  I returned to my cigarette, almost half
burned out; ashes lying on my curved fingertips as I held it
motionless.  Flick them off! I cried out inside.  I could feel warmth as
the cigarette's cherry moved closer to my fingers.
  Larry produced a large coin and began to unwrap it and produced a
condom.  PJ's ass over millimeters from his erection as he reached
around her to slide the condom over and down his shaft.  PJ's ass worked
over his erection, which bounced up against her flesh as she continued
to walk backwards on her knees.  Suddenly, when his erection bounced up,
she quickly descended on it and took his cock inside of her.  
  "OOOhhhh" Larry cooed.
  Flick the ashes! - my mind cried out, aware that the cigarette was no
longer warm, but hot in my flexed fingers.
  PJ leaned back while Larry reached up and cupped her breasts while she
slowly moved up and down, fucking him!
She looked at me as my mind screamed Warning!  She smiled at me and
closed her eyes, as she seemed to concentrate on the penis inside of
her.  Mark sat and watched silently.
  PJ opened her eyes just as the burning sensation began to race up my
neurons.  "I bet you want some of this - don't you?"
  I nodded, my mind occupied elsewhere.  The level of pain increased
exponentially, as my hand remained motionless.   Why???
  PJ smiled and continued to fuck Larry on the floor.  The bartender was
walking towards us and would see them momentarily.
  The smell of burning skin began to permeate my senses.  
  The barkeep walked up to PJ, exposed his cock and stuck it in her
face.  She engulfed it with a passion I'd never seen before.  But not as
passionate as the pain I felt, as a burning sensation seared my mind.  I
turned my hand over and dropped the cigarette into the ashtray and
dipped my fingers into the half-empty beer.  As the cooling sensation
began to be relayed to my mind, I grabbed the other beer and quickly
downed half of it.
  PJ was humping Larry faster, while the barkeep was trying to hold her
head while almost fucking her face.  Larry was fondling her breasts and
no one else could see her but the four of us.
  I lit another cigarette and took a long drag.  I noticed the airport
overhead paging system still working, reminding me to keep an eye on my
luggage at all times.  I glanced around quickly to see it at my side,
undisturbed.  I looked back and the barkeep was cuming in PJ's mouth as
Larry was biting his upper lip and thrusting upwards with all of his
might.  They all came, and PJ even let a moan out that might have been
heard across the room without the background noise I'd hadn't noticed
until now.
  PJ knelt up straight and let Larry's drenched and softening penis fall
out of her as the barkeep zipped up and returned to his register.  Mark
sat smiling at her and his friend on the floor, covered in cum as it
dripped our of PJ's pussy.  
  She looked at me and grinned.  "I think I want you know."
  Her voice sounded strangely authoritative compared to usual, but I
shrugged inwardly and wasn't going to argue.  
  She got off of Larry and laid on her back, her legs flexed, her
cum-drenched pussy glistening; facing me.  "Do you want me?" she purred.
  I started to reply, but decided to nod instead as I had been doing all
night.  Why? I wondered as I nodded.
  "Very good husband." PJ said almost sarcastically.  "Take your cock
out for me."
  I started to stand, but resisted the temptation, even though my butt
hurt.  I hadn't moved all night, why start now?
I unzipped my jeans and worked to flex my semi-erection free through the
zipper.  I deftly undid the jeans' snap under the belt to give me the
leeway to bend it out.  
  Larry was wiping himself off with bar napkins as he sat back in his
chair, his back to the bar.  
  "Get on your knees."  PJ commanded.
  I knelt in front of my chair, grateful to get off my duff.  I started
to smile and speak as my erection sprung to life, but I was still
puzzled at my earlier behavior - or lack of it - and wondered when to
announce my new mental alertness.
  "Fuck me." PJ ordered.  
  I waddled on my knees towards her, until close enough to touch her
pussy with my erection.  She reached around me as she scooted towards
me, my erection sliding easily into her soaking wet cunt.  "Slowly." she
added.
  I suddenly felt slightly awkward fucking my wife with an audience, but
decided to play along with whatever was unfolding.  I moved forward in
her and felt her pussy still spasming.  Was she having a perpetual
orgasm? I wondered.
   Slowly I moved forward and backward, placing my hands near each of
her shoulders, looking at her forehead to avoid direct eye contact.  She
seemed to think she was in control; I noted.  I let her hands on my ass
dictate the speed of my thrusting.  Her wet pussy made it more difficult
for me to sense a lot of the motion, so I was not moving towards climax
as fast as normal.
  "Did you like my show?" she asked as she controlled my depth and pace
of penetration.
  I simply nodded.  Resisting speaking was becoming increasingly
difficult.  I also wondered how long our luck would hold out until a
security guard stopped in for a look-see; not that she wasn't a sight to
behold, but my mind told me I was missing something, that the events
that had unfolded until now seemed surreal, unnatural, almost like I had
been in a daze.  
  Mark and Larry watched in approval of her actions.
  "She has total control over him." Mark noted.
  "Amazing."  Larry conceeded.  
  Why did they think that? I pondered as I moved rthymicly in and out of
my wife.  Was it related to my daze earlier?
  "Faster." PJ commanded, pulling and pushing my hips accordingly.
  I complied silently, wondering how long I could hold out after what I
had witnessed.  And why didn't I take my cock out and join them earlier,
I asked myself.
  Her pulsating pussy seemed to get wetter and less constricting on my
cock as I slammed her faster and faster, harder and harder as her
movements indicated.  I looked down her length briefly, wet and dried
cum from her neck to her thighs.  
  "Stop." she startled me.
  I stopped.  
  "She really hypnotized him." Mark whispered to Larry, "He's really at
her beckon call!"
  "Slowly." PJ began moving against me again, lowering her legs and
bringing them together.  I could feel her pussy much better now as the
excess lubrication seemed to be getting thinner.  
  "Faster." she called out after quickening her own pace.
  I moved faster, not coming out as far to minimize the stimulation to
my shaft.  I was still nearing orgasm, but still somewhat under control.
  She was in control.  She staged this?  She set this up?  To impress
me, get even with me?  Pieces of the puzzle began cascading through my
mind as she continued to pull on my ass faster and harder.  She began to
moan softly but audibly.
  PJ reached up and cupped her own breasts as she squeezed on my cock
with every fiber in her body.  I continued to thrust as her pussy
shuddered and became suddenly wet again.  My own sensations
intensifying.  She turned her head to the side, eyes closed, and moaned
even louder.
  I surrendered to the moment and pumped for everything I was worth as
my balls emptied themselves of hours of over-stimulation, teasing, and
torture.  I bit my own lip to keep from sighing or crying out as cum
erupted through my meatus into her vaginal vault.
  I stopped as if my last thrust would erupt from her mouth, pushing my
penis into her cervix.  No matter how hard I pushed, it would not go
further.  Her hands and nails bit into the flesh of my ass as she
shuddered and moaned until she caught herself.
  "Damn." Larry groaned.
  I held my position despite the urge to roll over to the floor and
breathe.  I wanted to appear to be controlled.
  "Get off." she said softly.  "Get dressed and sit in your chair and
watch."
  I returned to my seat and badly wanted a cigarette. PJ took some bar
napkins that Mark handed her and began cleaning herself off.  As I
watched her clean herself, I glimpsed my watch reading 30 minutes until
flight time.  PJ leisurely wiped herself clean and donned her blouse and
buttoned it up, leaving only two buttons undone, revealing, but nothing
like the last half-hour.  She knelt straight and pulled her skirt down
over her thigh high tops and returned to the chair between Mark and
Larry.
  "Thank you." I heard her whisper.  "We have a plane to go catch."
  I began to grab my things, but resisted the urge.  I didn't know how
hypnotized I was supposed to be, but I wanted to wait and let her reveal
her intentions, ambitions, and desires.  I resigned myself to play along
- for now...