Correspondence

"I know hip couples like us are supposed to be hitting the town on Friday nights," she joked, "but maybe we can enjoy some of the benefits of staying in tonight?"

Dave opened his eyes, reaching over to shut off the computer with one hand, holding her arm with his free hand. Once the shutdown sequence initiated, he'd stood up and held Patty in his own embrace. Excitement from the reading endured, and amplified as Patty noticed it, and closed the distance with her front. She said nothing but let them enjoy the closeness, making both question how long their clothes would stay on. Taking initiative he hadn't in years, he grasped her rear end and lifted her up in his hands. Neither was sure if aging or inexperience would have made his assertion a risk, but his strength and motivation easily held her weight. She gratefully wrapped her arms around his shoulders and cooed sexy nothings in his ear, as they went up stairs and had more fun than their students were having all night.

**********March 8th**********

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From: Dr. Dave Larkin

To: Dr. Cecelia Mathis

Subject: Re:Hypnosis study

Date: Sat 3/8/14 6:52 AM

Dr. Mathis,

I apologize for taking a day to get back to you. That study you shared was absolutely amazing. I never imagined any random person close by in the stacks to have such a profound effect on someone. Kind of lost myself in it to the point where I'd thought it had, or really was happening to me, like being reminded of something amazing I'd forgotten.

I was unsure about public examples of recreational hypnosis, but that sounded like a fun exercise that I wouldn't mind engaging in in public. The thrill of feeling blissed out while looking innocuous or just sleepy to the public eye is, as you said, quite exciting.

I'm looking forward to our next communication, but I hope you have a wonderful weekend in the meantime.

Thank you,

Dr. Larkin.

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Dave sat in his office chair, surprised to be up so early from the night he and Patty had. If it wasn't for the need to promptly reply to Dr. Mathis, he would've stayed in bed. He was surprised to see she got out early as well. She'd left a note on the dresser saying she'd be out for a while, and how much she loved last night, and couldn't wait for more. The last line gave him a charge, but the rest of his body longed for time to recover, so more than the spirit would be willing. Apparently even after their wildest night in quite a while, she still had energy to burn, or still errands to run.

Opening his robe a bit, he looked down and gave his professor's flab a good slap to watch it shake a little. He wasn't completely out of shape, but was on approach. Instead of returning to bed to get an extra hour of sleep, he decided to put off the promise of getting in workout and just doing it, as much as he could, in a futile effort to prepare him for his next workout with Patty.

It was close to noon when Dave found himself looking up Dr. Mathis online. He made sure his workout at least lasted a half hour, and that he was up-to-date with his emails, including making sure important ones didn't end up in spam, before indulging his curiosity. Dave's first inquiry amounted to a basic Google search, checking her credentials, and background. Outside of university pages about her, his new search uncovered an introductory voice over for a website about her field. Clicking on it, Dave was immediately introduced to a velvety, mollifying voice. There was a quality in her voice, something in both her pitch and intonation, and the fluidity of it all that put him at ease, yet made him want to lean closer to the speakers to hear more of her voice. It wasn't a long clip, just under 15 seconds, but he'd pushed F5 a few times to take in the quality of the voice over and over.

It was funny to him how it differed from her profile pic which showed a bright, cheerful face. Even his own imagination underestimated how hypnotic she could really sound. He wondered if he should joke in the future about how her voice would be perfect for a smooth jazz radio announcer. Dave pulled up the last study she'd sent. Having a voice to apply to the words, his imagination went to work in setting the tone of the scene more accurately. As the voice permeated his subconscious ears, he found he couldn't imagine the person who could resist the course of her study.

The front door loudly opening shook him out of Dave's reverie, as he happily heard Patty roaming the hallway with what sounded like shopping bags. She glided right to the kitchen, where he met her a few minutes later.

"Hey sweetie," Patty greeted Dave across the counter with a kiss. He saw two shopping bags next to her workout bag.

"Good day so far?" he asked, happy to see her a little more lively than usual.

"It's reportedly a small world today. Guess who I ran into?"

"Who?"

"Woman named Cecelia. Says she's been in-touch with you about academic matters."

"Really?"

"Yes, we ended up talking and shopping together."

"Who ran into who?" was the question Dave nearly asked. He remembered asking it five years ago, jokingly, like he would've this time, but just that question sparked a rough patch in the marriage. Dave thought Patty believed he was seeing other women, and checked up on women he worked closely with. Open accusations and yelling eventually followed.

That old part of him that highly valued trust and loathed being spied on rose to the surface, only to be met with a roadblock reminding him not to spoil the mood. Upon reflection, things were looking up for the both of them, and it only took one wrong sentence from him to ruin it.

"What'd you two end up buying?" he said, peeking into one of her shopping bags.

"Ah ah, one is a surprise. No peeking."

Wasn't much of a surprise to Dave as he'd already gotten a peek of what was there before she could cover it - a small Victoria's Secret bag amongst a few other things. The broad smile that crossed his face nearly reflected the lewd thoughts he had about his wife. Looking back at Dave, she could tell his thought process was as naked and bare as she was in his burgeoning fantasies.

They embraced each other passionately, acting out the first few seconds of his fantasy, but Dave pulled back for a moment, confusing his wife.

"Not that I'm not enjoying the moment, but how would you feel about a night on the town? Make up for missing that Friday night 'outdoor' action?"

The coy smile on Patty's face was his answer, and he gave her another deep kiss before grabbing their coats and whisking them out the door spontaneously.

**********March 9th**********

Dave had brought his laptop in the kitchen, thinking of would be good for brunch in bed for both of them while checking emails. Saturday was quite the excursion for them both. Dave drove aimlessly around the college town they lived close to, and further away toward the big shopping malls, where Patty and Cecelia had run into each other. They window-shopped together, saw a few well-reviewed movies, and dined at the fanciest restaurant that would've allowed their casual attire. They had trouble not wanting to begin to disrobe when they got back in the car. He forgot who had to persuade who to not descend to the backseat and wait till they got back home, but it was a hard drive back home for them both, mostly for Dave though. The blur of sex that followed was blinding to both of them; an erotic barrage of caresses, stroking, kissing, and roughly making love. They only hoped the neighbors couldn't hear everything.

Slightly sparse fridge and cupboard proved to him that he probably should've included a trip to the supermarket the day before. He considered his options, trying to make due with what was there, or slipping out to get something. Perusing his emails while thinking about it, he realized he missed an email from Cecelia the day before.

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From: Dr. Cecelia Mathis

To: Dr. Dave Larkin

Subject: Re:Hypnosis study

Date: Sat 3/8/14 8:05 PM

Dr. Larkin, or Dave, as your wife insists I call you.

You're very welcome. Writing about that account was almost as fun as experiencing it as it happened. I think both hypnotist and subject can attest to that.

I do wish my weekend thus far was as interesting, but not so far. We'll see if Sunday brings any excitement to the table, and I hope your weekend has been very exciting, besides our emails.

I will most likely get back to you soon,

Cecelia.

P.S. Please tell Patty it was a joy running into her today.

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Dave let the memory of yesterday wash over his body, making him quiver. He hadn't quivered from sex with Patty since he was at least a decade younger with her. That was the one shocking thing that he hadn't realized yet - his love live had regressed to when he was in his 20s. "Regressed" was a poor description, so Dave mentally coined it as regaining his sex drive, getting his mojo back.

Checking spam again before he shut down, he sighed as a colleague's mail still ended up there. He checked it and moved it to a folder, reminding himself not to procrastinate and let the university know about it.

Getting the paper from outside, he set it down on the dresser, and lost momentarily lost his train of thought. He'd meant to do something, but it escaped him, whatever it was. He heard the shower being used upstairs, and figured he'd forgo surprising her and asking her what she would like to eat, or what she might be hungry for.

Entering the bedroom, he saw her silhouette in the shower. It looked like most of the soap had already been rinsed from her body, and she was enjoying the hot water. It surprised him how strong the compulsion was to just stare at her form and grow erect instead of moving to join her. Another strong haze filled with the sensations of last night came over him, and Dave just let himself enjoy it all.

Somewhere along the line he'd lost himself and partially came back to find himself kneeling next to the bed, with Patty standing above him. His eyes only seemed to take in her lopsided grin, and a hand toying with the towel wrapped around her waist. Dave knew he was being teased with, wanting to beg for what was implied, but couldn't find the words. Fingers inched over the knot holding the towel together, until giving a small tug to dismiss it. Her womanhood stood hairless, bare, and slick. As dry as her thighs were, he knew she wasn't wet from water. A hapless grin crossed his face as a hand pushed the back of his head forward.

He took a deep breath before he pressed himself into her, licking freverently, arms absently rising to pull her closer. She arched her back and stretched her arm to rest on the bed. A collection of moans filled the room, mostly hers as they echoed and overlapped over his muffled ones. He remembered being doused in her juices at least once, and yet still physically urged to continue.

Dave wished he could feel more, but something allowed his core experience to be just the sensations of his tongue, taste buds, and how good his body felt from pleasing her. And in an instant, everything went away, something deep in his mind telling him something.

"Wake up," was what he heard, and he came back to sitting in the kitchen, past noon, laptop and email open, still undecided on food.

"Holy shit," he gasped, realizing he may have just had another waking dream, one he wasn't sure he could tell Cecelia about. Tented sweats strained against the fabric, the friction only making him harder, though he was already incredibly hard. For as much blood as he had to work with, a bout of decisiveness hit him. Dave moved to return upstairs with restaurant menus of places that delivered. Eventually they'd eat, but he hoped they wouldn't have to leave bed all Sunday.

Before reaching the staircase, he realized that he never got the paper, but was more shocked that the front door had been left unlocked. Safe neighborhood or not, he couldn't believe he had, or they had forgotten to take care of that last night.

**********March 10th**********

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From: Dr. Cecelia Mathis

To: Dr. Dave Larkin

Subject: Re:Hypnosis study

Date: Mon 3/10/14 9:12 AM

Hello Dave.

Back to the mundane for us busy professors, I guess. My weekend was the sort that makes me yearn for a three-day weekend. An unoriginal thought, I'm sure, but I have a proposal for you. Instead of telling you of a third study, I would ask if you'd be willing to become a small study of mine, based on the simple premise of Mondays.

"A bad case of the Mondays," the phrase is coined. That infamous illness nearly everyone on Earth suffers from, and few ever find a suitable cure for it. And you might think me mad for saying I've found a cure, but as it happens, I have. The medicinal ingredients happen to be something you already believe in - hypnosis, which is verily approved as a recreational, doctor-approved drug. Side effects may include lassitude, bliss, calm dispositions, periods of deep fixation, and varying levels of incalculable pleasure. (Please consult your PhD for further details.)

I hope you can trust someone with a doctorate in hypnotherapy on matters such as these, or rather I hope our interaction thus far has grown to a level of trust where you can freely accept my words and suggestions that you feel comfortable with. For example, "Monday isn't so bad; it can be quite stimulating, given the right perspective." "How?" you might ask. It helps if you have something to look forward to. As a teacher, maybe there's a special lesson plan you can't wait to see your students energized by. Perhaps you have one or several students in a class that can make all the difference in giving feedback and learning. And if none of those things easily come to mind, you can simply think of hypnosis, a concept you've eagerly experienced several times already, and find yourself understanding it more and more. Monday's monotony and tediousness could be offset by just a word. I think the perfect word to use is a word I've attached to this email, in a sound file with my voice speaking it.

You may listen to it now, or after reading the email, but either way, I hope the word "excitement" starts to gain significant meaning for you. You can imagine me saying "excitement" to you, at times when you wish it was the day before, or two days ago, and you could feel a burst of happiness spring from within you. Excitement is a lovely word, promising heightened spirits, re-energized efforts, and body whose only request is more of that good feeling. You love being excited, you love exciting others, letting others feel your positivity. You especially love being vulnerable, excitable, sensitive to any reason to feel good.

You hear my voice say "excitement," or any variation, and that's all you need to brighten your day, leaving you open to only more excitement and pleasure. You can trust my voice to let you build a foundation for a happy Monday, a happy any-day-of-the-week. All you need to do is listen, accept, and comply, and reap all the benefits of following Cecelia's simple instructions.

Did you ever think that recreational hypnosis could be so exciting, Dave? I'm very excited to hear your reply to this, telling me if you've started to become as excitable as I hoped, telling me your Monday has been ailed.

I excitedly await for your next email,

Cecelia

P.S. Please tell Patty to have a joyous day.

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Dave had done as she asked in the middle of reading her email. Wearing headphones, he heard Cecelia's voice utter "excitement" in the sexiest way he'd ever heard it spoken. There was definitely a 'come-hither' like bedroom attribute to it, drawn out enticingly. But the word stirred his thoughts more than the rest of his body, as he read the email, hearing Cecelia's voice narrate and clearly express the many times she typed it out.

He enjoyed a borderline medium trance for the better part of an hour, but willed his head clear to prepare for his first Monday lecture. Thanks to Cecelia's voice, he was able to summon her triggering voice at will, throughout his lecture and beyond. Anyone in his presence seemed to notice a brighter, happier Dr. Larkin, and it was infectious among his classes.

Getting home earlier than usual, he and Patty shared coy smiles the moment their gazes met inside. They shared a deep kiss in the middle of the hallway, pressing their bodies firmly together. Dave gently pinned her against the wall, and Patty let her hands roam and tease his torso, loving how his muscles reacted to her soft touch.

"Feels like someone's excitable today," she moaned in his ear.

Dave paused for a few seconds as that word washed over him, almost as strongly as when Cecelia said it.

"Before I forget, Cecelia told me to tell you to have a joyous day."

His wife blinked a few times in surprise, then brought their lips back together in a much stronger embrace. They were both glad there was leftover takeout to heat up - more time for other fun activities that Monday.

**********March 11th**********

Tuesdays were typically Dave's errand days as he only had one class to instruct, and he wondered how much time he would have to breath. Sprinkled around the class was bill-paying, getting a replacement house key made for Patty, an oil change he couldn't put off any longer, and a meeting with the head of his department about future functions. Tedious responsibilities, but ones that needed to get done.

When he could, replaying Cecelia's suggestion in his head kept him upbeat as he tried making everything running smoothly. He wondered about the email he received from her earlier in the day. He viewed her latest message on his smart phone, and had trouble making most of it out. The coding seemed to make most of everything he saw look like technical gibberish. Dave could decipher a few things clearly in the time he had to see it, something about "break up the monotony, and try something exciting." He took the excitement suggestion to heart, but decided to wait until he could get to his laptop at home to figure out the rest.

By the time he got home, he had just enough time to take care of the bills for March, and get them to the post office before it closed. At his age, Dave thought he'd never get his bills paid electronically, still not having warmed up to relying totally on technology with his money like everyone else. He wondered if even Cecelia could change that, not that he'd ask her to. He got back a few minutes before Patty did, rechecking the email to find it in the same jumble it was on his phone. On a bigger screen, some of what she said made more sense. The text read as if another story was being told, about a clearly marked path to a place of valuables, or so he theorized. He got so caught up in trying to piece it together, he didn't notice Patty come in until he felt familiar lips at the back of his neck.

Dave jolted away from her, happy that his head didn't jerk and collide with hers. His shock went away and a kiss was placed on the apple of her cheek.

"Hey Pat."

"Hey Stranger."

"Might I borrow that for a minute? I need to check on something someone sent me."

"Sure thing."

Quickly logging out, he let her sit in the office chair while he left the room.

"Thanks for keeping the seat warm," he heard as he left the room.

Dave's cell phone rang and he answered to a slightly panicked voice. A TA he worked closely with thought she'd made a big mistake. He went into the living room with some school documents and spent thirty minutes walking her through her errors and what needed to be fixed, and another ten calming her rattled nerves. "The hazard of having perfectionist assistants," he said after hanging up, laughing off the possibility of getting her in touch with Cecelia.