Dinner for Two

Your conversation was about hypnosis, of course. After gaining his trust by revealing some of what you'd been up to with me, and a second glass of wine of his own, Sean confessed to you that he had taken advantage of me on the order of twenty times-and that I was not the only of his patients under a similar spell. Sean even told the whole story about how he had first perfected and refined his technique for sexual exploitation through hypnotherapy, about some of his early failures, and about the recent transformation of his practice into his pleasure playground. It seemed he hadn't accepted a male patient in years. And only the right type of female patient would do anymore.

When you excused yourself to use the bathroom, I suddenly felt Sean's finger circle lightly on my left nipple. And then his lips gently brushed mine as he reached under the edge of my panties and rubbed my clit in soft circles.

I thought you would catch him, but he heard you down the hall and was back in his seat before your return. Sean's touches and the thought of you catching him, as well as you both staring at me as you ate was driving my body to the edge. My heart was racing, my breathing heavy, and I felt close to orgasm just sitting there.

One thing Sean said he learned early in his practice was that hypnosis does not work on everyone. In fact, it really only works on about 40% of the population. But, to his surprise, many of the women who never were hypnotized would still have affairs with him while "under". These sorts of women had three things in common with me: they were middle aged, they were "happily married", and they had been more sexually active earlier in their lives. He could, though, never really be sure who was and who wasn't in a trance. Only just a few of the younger single women he'd seen earlier in his practice had ever stopped a session when he made an advance. One had slapped him, but other than that and not coming back, they'd done nothing else. After he refined his client screening and multi-week initiation, none of the women had spoken up in a decade.

As far as Sean knew, you were the first husband to ever discover and make use of the post-hypnotic suggestion. As a precaution, he generally deprogrammed his patients during their final hypnosis session. But I had cancelled therapy so abruptly, and by phone, that he didn't have a chance to do that.

After your dinner and conversation, I was shocked to hear you ask Sean, conspiratorially, "Shall we have our way with her together before the deprogramming?"

At that, I heard you both get up from the table. Immediately I felt your four hands on my body. One set of hands began as fingers in my hair and then stroked my face and neck lightly before rubbing my shoulders and the full length of my arms before resting above my breasts. The other hands began at my feet, explored my legs playfully from ankle to knee and then rubbed the full length of my thighs several times before resting on my inner thighs-just an inch from my heat.

Beginning again, your touches gradually and simultaneously reached my erogenous zones. My bra was unsnapped and slid down my arms. And my panties were pulled to one side. Fingertips against my nipples and my clit set my heart racing again.

It was only after my first orgasm and a much-needed moment of rest that I was untied and released from the chair. Without a word I quickly complied with Sean's order to stand. My bra and panties were removed so expertly I hardly noticed, leaving me just in the blindfold and heels.

I heard belts and zippers coming undone and pants falling to the floor on both sides of me as you ordered me to my hands and knees. Unhesitatingly I complied-both of my masters now in shared control of my body.

Surprising even myself, I spoke aloud then my most secret private sexual fantasy of twenty years. "I want you both inside me at once," I practically begged.

"We will do that and more," you said masterfully. "Enjoy it."

It was then that one of you put his face up under my legs and pulled my hips down onto his tongue. I came a second time after just a few of those kisses. Momentarily losing the ability to hold my own weight, I collapsed onto the floor and he slid his face out from under me.

As I recovered from the orgasm I felt a new sensation. Someone was rubbing a lubricated finger around my asshole. Then a fingertip probed slightly inside. I never thought I'd say this, but I didn't want that finger to come out of my ass like it did.

I'd no idea until it was inserted that there was such a wonderful thing in the world as a slim vibrating butt plug. Rather than the pain I had always assumed something like that would cause, the feeling was more of fullness-and pleasure. The vibration was palpable in my pussy as well.

We walked together to the sofa in the next room in silence, where you together positioned me with my still-blindfolded face hanging off of one edge and my legs spread on a seat cushion. I reached out with both hands for your cocks, caught one, and pulled it to my lips; judging by its thickness it could only have been Sean. He straddled my face from above and pulled on my nipples as I took him as deeply as I could with my mouth.

It was then that you mounted me and plunged your dick deep inside me.

There were so many sensations coming all at once now. The vibrations and fullness in my ass; your cock fucking my vagina-relentlessly and deeply; the intermittent clitoral stimulation as your thrusts went deep; the mouth-filling in and out pressure of Sean's thick cock; and the pain-pleasure at my pinched nipples. My orgasms came in uncountable waves while you took your own pleasures. I didn't want it to stop.

Later, as I lay spent and naked on the sofa, you each dressed. Still blindfolded, you then cleaned me up and put me in the lingerie and a nice dinner dress from upstairs. Sean helped me to a chair at the table, by his plate-as if I had eaten dinner alone with you.

Finally, Sean spoke to me in his hypnotist voice and gave the command for me to forget all about the passphrases. On his way out of the house, I heard him tell you the command to speak as you removed the blindfold.

As soon as he left, you closed the front door, led me upstairs by the hand, laid me down on the bed, and took your place beside me. You hugged me close and we kissed passionately for several minutes. After you finally gave the command and removed the blindfold we shared a long laugh and then fell fast asleep in our clothes.

"Thank you, master," I said with a playful smile the next morning.

"No, thank you, lover," you winked back.