Cruise Ship Hypnosis Pt. 03 Ch. 05

The three of them, Cindy, Katie and Matt, watched the rest of the poker tournament. Richard, unfortunately finished second, but his winnings did pay most of the cost of the cruise -- and he had enjoyed himself tremendously. Of course, his biggest win was having Cindy's sexual desire back. Whether he would have approved of the cure is questionable, but he certainly would reap the benefits.

Richard joined the other three and they walked through the Royal Promenade to one of the many bars for a celebratory drink for both the poker success and the reanimation of Cindy's libido. As they walked alone, Cindy still entranced, was well aware of the moisture on her legs which had actually flowed down past the hem of her skirt to her knees. Somehow, in her fantasy, that just enhanced the experience.

By that time, of course, the flow had stopped, but when they sat down at a low table in the bar, she stretched her legs out and she made no effort to conceal the evidence of her adulterous behavior. As she crossed her legs, she was very aware of the glistening moisture visible on them. It made it all the more exciting and added to her shameless sexual behavior which was an integral part of her fantasy. Sitting there with a wet cunt, no panties and wet legs was very satisfying. It was a pleasant conclusion to a very profitable trip -- fulfilling and gratifying in totally unexpected ways.

However, the trip was over and, as they finally separated and Cindy and Richard started to head for their stateroom for their final night on board, they prepared for the inevitable goodbyes. However, while Katie and Matt almost always said their goodbyes the last evening of the cruise to avoid the disembarking crowds the following morning, this time Katie asked, "What color are your departure tags? Oh, you're late getting off. Why don't we meet you for breakfast in the Windjammer about 8:30 and say goodbye then?" At the last moment, as they were separating, Katie, unobtrusively, whispered "wake up" in Cindy's ear, bringing her out of her trance.

When Matt and Katie got back to their suite, he asked, "Why did you suggest meeting them tomorrow. We usually don't do that."

"Well, we have to have breakfast anyway before the Windjammer closes down and we normally go up by 8:30 on these days. However, I have another reason -- I have something to return to Cindy!" She went over to bureau, reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. "I hid these while the two of you were screwing. Her fantasy called for her not to have panties on afterwards so," she giggled, "your cum would run down her legs! That makes her feel really wicked in her fantasies!"

"That's funny! This was quite an evening! I still have a hard time believing that I got to fuck her. Having her suck me yesterday was wild, but she was really into it tonight! It's weird, though, having you there as an audience. Obviously, it didn't affect my performance. I still had qualms when it started, but, obviously, they went away fast once I was into it...and her!" As would be expected, that post-mortem went on for some time.

Two decks down, Cindy was having different thoughts about that performance and the entire fantasy. As she and Richard had entered their stateroom, she was excited about having sex on their last night on the cruise and seeing if this sexual fantasy would give an even bigger boost to her libido. She remembered every detail of her tryst with Lyle, accepting that it was a fantasy, and being exceptionally aroused by it. For her, the entire trip, even before the cruise, was intended to revive her ability to enjoy sex, and her affair, if you would call it that, with Katie and the extremely real-feeling in her other fantasy seemed to have done so. She expected that the more extensive fantasy they had worked on this evening would do even more.

The sex last night had been excellent and her sucking fantasy had provided just the enhancement she needed. She knew that she had not had any real sex, only a fantasy, since last night with Richard and was anticipating a triumphant sexual ending to their trip with him tonight. He had turned on the TV to the channel that showed the ship's location and was commenting on the weather predicted for Venice. Thinking about the weather, she removed her blouse and bra and reached for the fastener on her skirt. As she did so, out of nowhere a weird thought came to her as she started to remove it. "Gods, I never got to take a shower after Lyle left! Oh, good heavens, my panties must be here somewhere!"

Her immediate reaction was, "What on earth am I thinking, that was just part of the fantasy, but...but...where are my panties? They're not on me!" Suddenly she remembered the feeling of cum running down her legs and she hurried into the little bathroom. Dropping her skirt, she checked herself, she saw a residue of something on her legs, all the way down to her knees. Even more, as she felt between her legs, her hair was matted and stiffening.

In a daze, she looked at herself in the mirror and was shocked to see a large mark just below her left nipple, a mark that could only be a hickey! It hadn't been there this morning, but it certainly was there now! That was the final bit of evidence. She stared at the mirror, staggered as she realized what might have happened. "My god, have I been fucked? I told Katie to make it real and maybe she did! Did she actually let Matt fuck me? It had to have been Matt! I remember, in the fantasy, walking around the ship without panties and with Lyle's cum running down my legs! Where's my skirt... oh, good heavens, look at that! It's covered! That's cum! I was fucked!!

"Katie said that there will be things that will happen that make it more real than I expected. This certainly this is even more real than what I did yesterday. Oh, my god, was that real, too? Did I actually suck a cock last night? I did have that taste in my mouth!"

She stood there, stupefied, with her mind bewildered and befuddled as she asked herself questions that couldn't be answered -- or, perhaps, more accurately couldn't be answered in the way they should be. One clear thought forced its way through the muddle as she remembered Katie's last question before the fantasy began. "Are you ready to make your fantasy real -- actually have sex with Lyle?" She knew that she had said yes to that question!

She took a long shower; vigorously scrubbing away the evidence of what she increasingly believed had been adulterous sex, almost certainly with Matt. As the shock ebbed and her mind cleared up, she concluded that the evidence of having had real sex with Matt was overwhelming. However, that shock was quickly replaced with another one -- she saw it as adultery, but she was not wracked with guilt as she would have expected! In fact, a feeling of elation surged through her as the thought, "It was real, it was real!!"

She slipped a nightgown on, primarily to hide the explicit mark on her left tit, and went out to meet her husband with a relatively clear conscience. Katie had been in control, Matt had done the deed, and, technically, she had been exploited while entranced. However, Cindy never considered hiding behind that technicality. She accepted that she was complicit in her adulterous behavior. Almost certainly, if Katie had asked, "Would you like to have Matt to fuck you and, then, build a fantasy on it for later use," she would have said no. Happily, Katie hadn't asked the question so bluntly and gave her what she really wanted.

The result was Cindy coming out of the bathroom with her virtue a bit tarnished, a conscience burdened with just a bit of guilt, but a libido thoroughly revived, promising years if satisfactory sex with her much-loved husband. A win-win situation -- nothing really lost, but a great deal gained! The sex that night was outstanding, boding well for the future.

The following morning was one of those bittersweet times for Cindy and Richard, looking forward to seeing Venice and going home, but sad to have the cruise end. This, of course, was particularly true of Cindy -- no more sex with Katie and no more actual sex with "Lyle." She had become extremely close to Katie, of course, but her relationship with Matt was extremely intimate physically, but was just normally friendly otherwise. She didn't know just how to relate to him as they all got together for breakfast.

As they sat there eating and talking, Richard was, again, exceedingly appreciative of Cindy's amazing success with Cindy's libido and promised to look them up if in the future she had a relapse! There was laughter at that, but, throughout the conversation there was an undercurrent among the other three. Cindy exchanged some knowing looks with Katie, communicating that she knew what had gone on. She blushed and glanced away the first time Matt's and her eyes met. Later, she was able to smile shyly at him as they exchanged a far more personal look.

Katie and Cindy had a few minutes alone as they went to the restroom together. First, Katie said, "Here, Cindy, I have something for you." She reached into her purse and pulled out Cindy's panties, smiling as she added, "I think you lost these!"

Cindy returned the smile and, with a knowing look, replied, "I wondered where those went! I had to walk all around the ship without them. Where on earth did you find them! Thank you very much for returning them!" With that, she put her arms around Katie and they exchanged a long, passionate kiss that would raise some eyebrows if they hadn't been alone.

"Katie dear, I don't know how to thank you for everything -- and I mean everything!! I told you to make everything real and you did! I realized when I undressed last night that what had happened was not just a fantasy. I...I assume that it was real both nights and that Lyle was Matt."

"Yes, dear, both nights. When you and I were so good together and a real experience worked so well, I decided that making it all real would be best for you. I wouldn't have done it except that you actually seemed to want it!"

"You were right and I couldn't be happier. You saved our sex life and, maybe, our marriage because we were both so frustrated. Oh, it's been only a few days, but we've become so close! I'm going to miss you so much!"

"I'll miss you too, of course. You have our Miami address and we would love to have you come down and visit us. I'm sure that Matt would really love that!" The last was said with a big grin.

Cindy grinned back. "I'm sure of that! I'm also sure that I would love to see you and 'Lyle' again!"

They rejoined the men for final goodbyes as Cindy and Richard headed for their departure station. There was one slight difference from the usual pro forma peck on the cheek between Cindy and Matt. It was firmly on the lips and she whispered, "Thank you for everything, Matt. You made a perfect Lyle and I loved it!"

Matt looked after her as they left, confounded at what had just happened. Turning to Katie with a perplexed expression on his face, he asked, "What was that all about? Does she know that I was Lyle and had sex with her? Did her trance fail somehow?"

"Let's go down to our suite and I'll tell you about it." They made their way down to the corridors where the housekeeping staff was underway with preparing staterooms for the new passengers who would soon be embarking. In their suite, which would receive only the normal daily cleaning, she continued. Yes, honey, she knows that you were Lyle and that you fucked her. I set it up so that she would figure it out. She had no panties on, she would remember having cum running down her leg and she would see the hickey you put on under her left nipple.

"When we were talking about it, it was pretty clear that she wanted an experience that would really work for her, long run. When she and I had sex and she knew that it was me, it worked perfectly. She accepted it with no qualms and I was certain that she would have the same reaction after sex with you. I don't know if her desire was conscious or subconscious -- I think clearly it was the latter -- but I was certain that she actually would love real sex with 'Lyle' as she had had with me. So I arranged real sex and let her know that is was, in fact, real."

"Boy, you took quite a chance! What is you had been wrong and she was upset?"

"I didn't think that it was likely, but I was prepared to say the word, put her into a post-hypnotic trance and have her forget her suspicions. It wasn't too dangerous. Actually, the only real danger was her being upset and her telling Richard last night, but I instructed her not to do that. As close as she and I had become, I didn't worry about that. I've gotten to know her quite well the last five days -- my god, it is only five days! -- so I wasn't really worried."

"Yeah, it is surprising how close you can get to someone in five days, yet you can know others for years and still they are just acquaintances. Of course, for you, having sex with her did help!"

"That's true, of course, and now, after five short, busy days, they're gone. This is really a weird life we live. We get close to people like them -- actually, with her -- and, as I said, they're gone, and we start another seven-day chapter with a whole new crowd of anonymous passengers. Then they will be gone, replaced with the next group. It actually surprising when we do get close to someone and hate to see them go."

"Well, Katie, sex certainly helps. We had Janine and then Jane and, now, Cindy. We've had quite a few cruises where we said goodbye to those interchangeable passengers, some we knew, most we didn't, and they quickly dropped out of our memories and were replaced by the next, equally faceless group. On the other hand, Janine, Jane and Cindy are indelibly recorded in our minds and they made those three cruises, out of the many, memorable. It would be nice if more of our cruises could have those personal relationships that make them enjoyable and exciting."

"Hold it, Snidely! I know right where you're headed. Everything you said is true, but I am not going there! Yes, Pandora's Box is not only opened, it has been destroyed. I most certainly was wrong when I said, emphatically, 'There will be no more Janes.' I will not even say that there will no more Cindys. You said that I would succumb to temptation and, obviously, you were right. I won't even say that it won't happen again. My ethical and moral standards have been stretched beyond anything I could have imagined!

"However, I do still have those standards, even if they have been seriously damaged. I am not going to use hypnosis solely for my or your sexual pleasure. For all three women, I was solving a serious problem -- particularly Jane and Cindy. Yes, I probably went too far and got myself, and you, too personally involved -- much too personally involved, particularly me! However, if a similar situation should occur again, I'll confess that I most likely would give way to temptation again. What I will not do is pick out, or most likely have you pick out, an attractive young woman and put her in a post-hypnotic trance just so you, or we, can have sex with her!!"

"Well, as I said before, I'm not Dudley Do-Right, but I'm not totally bereft of standards or morals, so I certainly accept what you say. Actually, I would be shocked if you said and meant anything else. Putting them under just to have sex with them wouldn't sit well on my conscience either." Then, grinning at her, he added, "However, if every now and then you 'suggested' that a client should remove her top or wear one of your non-existent red bikinis in private, I could live with that!"

"You're incorrigible!"

"Right! And who knows, there may well be future clients who have problems like Jane's or Cindy's. You did them a world of good and I'm sure that you wouldn't deny another person the benefit of your talents! Make their lives better!"

Finally grinning back at him, she responded, "You don't quit do you? You're persistent if nothing else! But, as I said, I'm making no more pronouncements. What will I do if someone like another Jane or Cindy comes along and they have a problem? I'll answer that question when it happens! We'll see.