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to please me, to make my cock happy. What do you do for a living?”

My wife eagerly replied and explained that she was a computer teacher at Madimister high school.

They made more small talk and it would appear to anyone watching that they were engrossed in a normal conversation, except for the fact that Amy had a huge, black cock in her hand.

“I bet all the boys at Madimister would love to fuck their computer teacher, right Amy.”

Amy blushed a little and Brad added “You’re doing great baby. You’ll take good care of my cock, won’t you?”

Amy nodded in agreement. Amy moved her hand down and cupped his balls.

“I got a surprise for you in there baby, you want it?”

Amy nodded yes and her hand moved back to his cock and she pumped it as if she was trying to hasten his orgasm.

Brad looked me square in the eyes and said “I want you to teach you wife ways to make my dick hard, Dave.”

I nodded and Amy’s hand was a blur on his fat, black cock. Brad got up from his reclined position and knelt in front of Amy so that his cock faced her.

Suddenly he groaned and a thick stream of cum shot from his cock. The first stream landed high on her chest and landed with an audible slap on her flesh. Amy tugged harder and coaxed the next few streams to land on her breasts, coating them in his cum. With her right hand she pumped him as her left held his balls, kneading them coaxing more cum from him and receiving a final spurt as a reward.

Brad looked at Amy’s cum splashed chest and said to me “Kind of like marking my territory.”

I just looked at my wife’s beautiful breasts that were covered in this black man’s cum and all I felt was pride.

Brad was suddenly on his feet, pulling his briefs and pants back up and said “I’ll be back tomorrow. Make sure that Amy learns something new by then, Dave and I want my cum to stay where it is tonight. Don’t rub it around either, I kind of like the pattern my sperm made of her tits.”

Brad was headed out when he stopped at our family photo again.

“Sue, real pretty, takes after her mom, do you guys mind if I magictize little Sue?” Brad asked without taking his eyes off Sue’s picture.

Amy was the first to say no, that it would be just fine.

For some reamister, I hesitated but I didn’t know why. Finally I turned to Brad and said “Sue would love to be magictized.”

All three of us went to the door to see Brad off.

Gravity was causing Brad’s thick cum to run down my wife’s chest. A rather thick glob dangled from her nipple.

Brad moved a finger to it, scooped it up and brought it to Amy’s lips.

“Here, baby. You deserve this.”

Amy’s tongue snaked out and tentatively touched the heavy textured cum on his finger. She brought her tongue back into her mouth and you could almost see that she was trying to decide if she liked it. She finally licked her lips and proceeded to bring his finger into her mouth, close her lips over it, let it stay there a few seconds and then pulled out his clean finger.

“You like?”, asked Brad.

“Yes”, Amy replied in a husky voice.

Brad quickly added, “How about, tomorrow I let you take straight from the source?”

“I’d like that”, said Amy.

Brad leaned forward and whispered something into her ear and then left.

We watched as he walked down our walkway and I turned to my wife and asked what did Brad whisper.

She kept looking at him walking away and she replied “Brad wants you to shave my pussy.”

I was prepared for bed when my wife called me into the bathroom.

She was naked and sat on the covered toilet with her legs spread wide.

Amy usually keeps the area between her legs neatly trimmed but she handed me the electric razor and told me to shave her.

In a few minutes we both looked at her bald pussy and Amy asked me to check to see if she was smooth enough. I touched her delicate skin and said that it felt great.

“Dave,” she said “check it with your tongue.”

I didn’t need any more motivation and moved between her shapely legs and licked her pussy. I could never forget how good my wife’s pussy tasted and lapped at her silky smooth skin.

Brad would certainly enjoy this, I thought as I continued to explore with my tongue.

We retired to bed before Sue was home, which was very unusual but most of the evening was unusual.

Amy lied naked on her back being careful not to lose any of Brad’s cum. I turned towards her, let my finger trace the moist slit of her pussy and I just looked at her beauty.

Amy looked directly into my eyes as she brought her fingers to her breasts. She moved them around, capturing the drying cum and brought them to her mouth and cleaned them.

I watched and got aroused.

Amy sensed it and closed her hand over my cock. She slowly pumped me and I think we both wondered what tomorrow would bring.

Brad, The Hypnotist Ch. 02
My eyes opened with a snap and as I stared at the ceiling, memories of last night slowly returned.

My beautiful wife Amy, Brad, a huge black man, a magictist, me opening Amy’s blouse for this man, my wife’s hands on his cock, how I actually put her hands on his long, thick cock, how he came on her chest, how she liked the taste of his sperm, how I shaved her pussy, all these thought came to me as if in slow motion, as if watching a slide show, a bazaar collection of images that must have been a dream.

A dream, but the condition of my cock was not a dream. I was rock hard and it felt good.

I turned and was a little startled to find Amy’s face right up next to mine and she was staring at me. She looked so sultry as she pushed off the sheet, revealing that she was naked. Her lips were quickly on mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth as her hand found my cock. I don’t know how she did it but she was soon on top of me, easing my cock into her.

I placed my hands on her firm ass but Amy did all the work. She raised and lowered her hips, powering my cock to plunge in and out. I was a teenager again, invigorated by the lust of an incredibly sexy woman lost in the heat of passion.

Last night was a dream, this was real, this woman using my cock for her enjoyment was real. The bouncing nipple that I tried to catch in my mouth was real. The most powerful orgasm of my life was real.


My mind again wandered to the nagging images of the night before. Were we magictized? That can’t be. It had to be a dream. Hypnosis can’t make you do things against your will. But could it make you do things you fantasized? I never

fantasized about another man taking my wife, a black man, no less. I never wanted to share my wife but why was my cock hardening again as I thought about it?

Amy kissed me, smiled and said “I hope Brad lets me suck his cock tonight.”

It was real! I undressed my wife for another man, I put her hand on his cock, I watched as his sperm splashed on her breasts and I knew that tonight I would watch her suck this black man’s huge cock. I knew that I would help her in any way so that she could get his organ in her mouth. That is what Brad wanted. That is what Amy wanted and that is what I wanted. I just don’t know why I wanted it.

I watched my wife dress as I lingered in bed. Fresh from the shower she pulled on a sexy pair of panties and a lacy bra. She looked in the mirror and giggled.

“Oops” she said as she unhooked her bra and threw it on the bed.

“Brad said no bra, remember honey.”

I nodded yes and watched as her firm breasts disappeared behind a loose fitting cotton t-shirt.

I got up, quickly showered and we were off to shop for this evenings events. I can’t ever remember my wife being this energetic about anything.

We shopped, actually she shopped and I followed. Occasionally, she would pop out of the store’s changing room and ask my opinion. From what she showed me, the clothing she was purchasing was more revealing, sexier, shorter, sheerer than anything she had ever purchased before.

Our last stop was at a local store that specialized in erotic clothing. Amy picked out some outfits and went to the changing room.
In seconds she exited and said “What do you think?”
I nearly toppled over when I saw my wife in a school girl’s plaid skirt that fell mid way down her long legs. The white blouse was bunched up and tied just under her breasts and unbuttoned. As she turned to the side, the swell of her ample breasts were visible. I noticed that her eyes were not on me but on something behind me. I slowly turned and noticed three teenagers staring at her through the window.

Amy purchased some clothes and excitedly came over to me and kissed me. She was like a little girl on her first shopping spree.

We arrived home after shopping and a quick bite to eat and Amy showered again.

I found a note that Sue had left on the kitchen table. She was on a date with her boyfriend and wouldn’t be late.

After what seemed like hours she opened the bathroom. She wore a simple dress, spaghetti straps that held the material loosely at the tops of her breasts revealing just a hint of cleavage. The material hung, flowed actually, loosely to half way down her thighs. She looked magnificent, glamorous, sophisticated but yet sexy.

Amy paced as we awaited Brad.

Just after eleven thirty the door bell rang and Amy told me to hurry. I opened the door and Brad barged in and quickly told me to get him a beer. I did as I was told and upon returning I saw that Amy had her arms wrapped around Brads’ neck. Brad being taller than Amy caused her to be on her tiptoes and pressed against him. They kissed.

“Dave,” Brad demanded, “put on some nice music.”

I found a CD with slow, soft music and they moved to the music. They more or less ground against one another. Brad tasted my wife’s neck, kissing, and licking and Amy held her head back so that his mouth could find her throat.

Brad brought a hand up and cupped a breast.

“I see you remembered not to wear a bra.”

“Of course,” purred Amy as she mashed her mouth on his.

“Did you remember to shave your pussy?”

“Of course,” Amy replied in a throaty voice. “Do you want Dave to show you?”

Brad laughed deeply, released my wife and said “Get over here, Dave, your wife wants you to do something.”

I was at their sides in seconds.

“Tell him Amy. Tell your husband what you want him to do.”

Amy looked at me lovingly and said “Brad wants to see the nice job you did of shaving my pussy, honey. Please show him.”

I stepped behind my wife and slowly raised her skirt until she was completely bared before this man.

Brad whistled, “Nice, Amy. May I?”

Amy nodded and Brad slipped his hand between my wife’s legs and touched her bald pussy. He slid a finger into her and her body shuttered. I didn't want to be told so I lowered the straps on Amy's dress, helped slide them down her arms until her breasts were naked before Brad.

Brad alternated his hand between Amy’s legs and her breasts, sometimes coating her nipple with the wetness of her pussy. He then would lick them dry. Amy tried to get more of her breasts into his mouth as she arched her back.

“More music, Dave,” he demanded.

Amy looked at me, winked and pleaded “music to suck cock by, honey.”

Brad growled and said “You have one sexy wife, Dave, she wants my cock.”

“Please Brad. That’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

I put music on, I don’t know what kind it was. I actually didn’t know what kind of music was applicable to watching your wife suck a black man’s cock.

“Get over here Dave and unbuckle my belt for pretty Amy”

Amy put a finger to his lips and said “SSh, please let me.”

Amy slowly sank to her knees, fingers quickly on his belt, undoing it as Brad kicked off his shoes. The zipper opened with a a noise that told me that my wife was really going to put a black man’s cock in her mouth.

My mind was reeling, my cock couldn’t get stiffer.

Amy slid his trousers to the floor and stared at the lump in his shorts. She nestled her face against it. Rubbing a cheek, each cheek and giving it a soft, gentle bite before snaking her fingers inside the waist band and tugging the material down. She had a little difficulty getting it over the girth of his organ but when she finally managed his cock sprung out.

A sigh escaped Amy’s lips as she looked at Brad’s exposed cock. It jutted out from two enormous sacks, sacks that appeared full, hard and ready to deliver its cargo. His cock rose from his balls and then arched, as if its bulk could not defy gravity. The huge head loomed at the end and stared at Amy.

One glistening drop appeared as if an appetizer. Amy moved closer and let his cock rub her cheek in the same manner as she had done before but this time against his bare cock. She moved her head so that his cock moved over her lips, that glistening drop now smeared across her lips and caressed it against her other cheek.

Amy brought one hand up and hefted it weight so that his balls were exposed. Leaning forward, she moved her pretty face between his legs and licked each ball. After each lick, she moved her head back as if to examine her work and then lick another area. She moved her head to the side and let her tongue traced the crease formed between his crotch and his legs, then back to each ball. Opening her mouth wide, she allowed each sack to fill her mouth so that she could lather each one with her tongue.

Brad’s breathing had increased with his desire and

I saw Amy excuse herself from the table and head for the exit.

"Come along, I want you to witness something."

I followed Brad out of the room and realized that we were headed towards the restrooms.

We saw Amy enter the ladies room and waited. I felt foolish standing there but we watched and waited. Another woman exited and then we saw her. She stood at the door and nodded and then reentered.

"Come on," demanded Brad and I followed him into the same restroom that my wife entered. We did not immediately find her, but as we walked down the row of stalls, I turned a corner and saw her sitting on a couch.

I never realized they had such things in a ladies room. She was sitting at the edge of the cushion, waiting.

Brad moved in front of her and you stared at his fingers and all we could hear was the sound of the zipper being lowered. His cock was not hard but still bowed out away from his body and I swear it grew all by itself, seemingly stretching towards her.

"Put the napkin on the floor for the lady," Brad demanded and I instantly spread out the heavy cloth so my wife could kneel in front of him.

Amy slid off the couch and leaned forward. Without using her hands, which she placed on each side of Brad's waist she first kissed the bulbous head of his cock. Her tongue eagerly licked one side of his cock and she swiveled her head so that she could lick down the other side.

His cock now poked straight out and it looked powerful and Amy opened her mouth and accepted its head.

The sight of this huge, black cock jutting out from the front of his pants into my wife's stretched mouth was captivating.

I watched as she stared straight up at him while sucking his cock. It was if she was making love to his organ, leaning in to him so that more of his black cock slid between her beautiful lips. He leaned his hips towards you, making his cock more accessible to her hungry mouth. His was slick with her saliva as she moved back, letting it slip out of your mouth so that you could lick the head, swirling your tongue around, enjoying every inch.

Amy was so sexy as she knelt in front of him. Her jacket opened and her chest heaving in total lust. I got excited as I watched my wife, completely dressed, dangling earrings, the tennis braclet that I had given her on her wrist and then her hand moved to his cock. Amy had spectacular hands, long, thin, manicured nails and she made a tiny fist around his cock, fingers barely able to close around him. The sight of her wedding ring and diamond against his black cock made my heart ache and my cock expand.

She then pushed his cock up against his belt buckle and licked his balls, slowly wetting one then the other before opening wide and slipping one round nugget into her mouth, then the other, bathing them with her tongue.

"You want what's in there, Amy?" asked Brad and she licked that spot behind his balls and groaned a yes.

"Tell us what you want Amy,"

Amy didn't hesitate, "I want your cock. "

"What else, Amy?"

"I want your cum."

Brad looked at me and I didn't know what to do.

As if sensing my apprehension, Brad ordered me to kneel beside my wife and watch her suck his cock.

Amy moved back in front so that he pointed at her and she again took him into her mouth. She were oblivious to everything except that black tube in her mouth until Brad broke your concentration.

"See, Amy. See what happens when you sit at the head table."

I swear my wife smiled around his cock.

"You'll do anything for me, right Amy?"

"Anything," my wife tried to say around his shaft.

"Take my cock out of your mouth," Brad said sternly.

She kept sucking until he repeated the command, more powerfully, this time.

She reluctantly released his cock but her eyes never left his shiny cock and the saliva that hung from the end of it.

"Look at your husband, Amy."

Amy looked at him quizzically.

"Look at Dave."

She did, finally looking away from his cock but she brought up a hand so that you could lovingly stroke it, keeping it hard, keeping it near her cheek.

"Do you love your husband, Amy?"

The long unanswered seconds hung in the air until she said, "Yes."

"Tell him."

"I love you, Dave."

"Kiss him."

Amy leaned forward and kissed me, softly at first and then more passionately than she had in years. Her tongue probed my mouth, the same tongue that just seconds before was licking a black cock but I returned the kiss, also with passion.

"You have an incredibly sexy wife, Dave."

"Amy, tell Dave what you like to do."

Amy's lips were inches from mine, her eyes staring at me when she said in a husky, sexy voice, "I like to suck Brad's cock."

"What else, Amy."

"I want his cum in my mouth."

I stared at my wife as she stared back, as she knelt before this black man, gently pumping his cock that was beside her face and I felt that I loved my wife. She was under the control of his cock and in her world that's all that mattered.

"Look at her, Dave. She loves you but she never wants to let go of my cock. Now Amy, they will probably be missing you at your banquet. I need to cum. Suck my cock again but I want you to watch your husband."

Her eyes met mine and the sight of his cock in her mouth, her lips stretched around his black cock was more than I could handle. I moved a hand under her chin and held it as he fucked her face...such a beautiful face, such a talented mouth. My beautiful wife and I held her face so that a black man could slide his enormous cock in and out of her mouth.

You pulled back for a second, looked up at Brad and asked, "should I swallow?"

Brad laughed and said, "See Dave, Amy is always thinking."

Brad let Amy's mouth recapture his cock and said, "No Amy, don't swallow. I think I'll send you back with my seed in your mouth. Don't swallow until I give you a signal, Okay."

"She went back to work on his cock, lovingly sucking it into her mouth, licking its length, until she held her lips tightly around his organ. Amy's face moved forward and his cock started to disappear inside my wife's mouth until it bumped into the back of her throat. She then moved away and opened her mouth wider so she could breathe, deep, gulping breaths. With enough oxygen in her lungs, she repeated moving forward and back, his shiny cock slithering in and out between her lips.

She seemed to sense it coming and grabbed his cock and aimed the huge head directly in front of her wide open mouth as her eyes stayed on mine. Suddenly, he groaned loudly as he shot a thick stream of cum that twisted out the end of his cock and flew deeply into her mouth. Amy's head snapped back a little with the power of the cum blast. She had to squeeze his cock to stem the flow as it was obvious that it had reached the back of her throat. Amy had to swallow but did so quickly and aimed his cock again and

released her grip. It was shot with such power and I watched him fill your mouth as a second, then a third, stream followed. Amy moved her mouth so that it was positioned below his cock in order to catch the last few streams that lazily oozed out

Our eyes never left each others as his cum slowed to a leak.

You looked so incredibly sexy as you savored the offerings that came from his cock, slowly lapping at his cock.

Your hand squeezed the last few drops from his cock and you kissed the head sweetly after you released it from your mouth. Your make-up was slightly smeared as you rose.

Your lips were pursed, containing the flood of cum but I kissed you.

"Isn't that romantic." Brad said sarcastically, "the husband softly kissing his wife while her mouth is full. I think I'm going to like you two."

"Show your husband the fruits of your labor, Amy."

My wife turned towards me and opened her mouth. She had her tongue pushed back and there was a pool of Brad's milky cum in the front of her mouth.

Brad told you to return to your seat, then glance at him, "I'll tell you when to swallow." I thought I detected a small, tight smile on my wife's face.

You fixed your skirt, turned and started to leave. Brad stopped you and made you put his cock back into his pants.

You then moved towards the exit and once at the door you nodded that it was clear and we left first and returned to our seat.

As I passed you, going out the door, it was hard to believe that you had a black man's cum in your mouth.

A minute later you walked slowly across the reception hall. I noticed more that a few men and also a woman or two were watching you. I had to agree with them, you were very watchable as you moved across the room, your hips swaying, drawing even more attention to yourself. At one point you turned and smiled at us. I felt that I never loved you more than at that instant.

The emcee spotted you walking towards the head table and said, "There she is. Congratulations to Miss Amy, the teacher voted most likely to be a role model. Amy come here and say a few words."

You moved to the head table, and stood behind the podium.

A few of the people in the audience yelled, "speech, speech" and everyone applauded. But I wondered if they would ever imagine that your mouth was full of cum. What would they think? Your comrades, your students, what would they think if they knew that just moments before you were on your knees, sucking a huge, black cock?

You stood there and was speechless, obeying Brad's command to the fullest and then you glanced at us. Long minutes passed but you were true to Brad and held his cum in your mouth as the crowd grew impatient. Brad rose and motioned for me to do the same. We turned and headed towards the exit. I glanced back once and saw you standing there, your fellow teachers, administrators and students watching you, never realizing why you couldn't speak. At the door, Brad finally turned and signaled. You gave him a devilish smile and we knew that you swallowed when you licked your lips.

You moved a step closer to the microphone and said, "You'll have to excuse me. I had something caught in my throat, but it's gone now."

Brad laughed and added, "I'm really going to enjoy your sweet, sexy wife, Dave. Thanks for letting me use her."

Brad, The Hypnotist Ch. 05
by notemale©


This probably won’t make much sense unless you read the previous parts. Thanks for voting and as always I thoroughly enjoy the feedback.

Brad had dropped me off a little ways down the street and I had to get a cab back to my house. You’d think that he would at least drive me all the way home, after all my wife just sucked him off until he came in her mouth. I guess I better get use to being treated like a second class citizen.

Once I got home, I checked in on Sue. She was in her room, watching TV from the sounds of it so I went to bed. About an hour later, the noise of the front door opening and closing woke me and I guessed that it was my wife, Amy. She busied herself in the bathroom and soon came to bed. I pretended to be arelax but soon discovered that Amy was in an amorous mood. She rolled over and faced me, placed a hand on my flaccid organ and scooted up a bit so that her breast rubbed against my face.

“Come on, Dave, I know you’re awake.” Amy purred.

No sense in pretending to be arelax, especially when presented the opportunity to suck one of Amy’s luscious tits, so I quickly darted my tongue out and licked her pouting nipple.

Amy was startled by my quick actions and said “Oh, that’s nice, baby. Is my poor husband turned on or frustrated from watching his faithful wife suck a big, black cock?”

My mouth was full of my wife’s precious breast when we were both started by a another voice.

“You what?” It was Sue. She was standing by the door and overheard her lady and I couldn’t tell if her voice was filled with anger or jealousy.

She moved quickly around the bed, towards my side and I had to squirm to the middle of the bed, pushing Amy furthr to her side as she pushed herself under the covers. I was now sandwiched between the two women in my life.

“Tell me all about it, Mom,” pleaded Sue, “and don’t leave out any details.”

“Now, wait a minute, you two,” I interjected but Sue had scooted up higher as she had seen her lady do and powerd her breast into my face.

“Hush, daddy, let mom tell me.” demanded Sue.

With me silenced, Amy told Sue everything, how she went to the event, the cell phone call, meeting us in the ladies room and sucking Brad’s cock. Her voice was excited as she spoke and Sue mostly listened but occasionally said wow or moaned and at one point she told her lady that she was lucky.

“Did he cum in your mouth?” asked Sue and Amy answered with a yes that was more of a husky whisper.

Amy proceeded to tell Sue how Brad made her hold his cum in his mouth until she was back on the stage and how she thought that maybe he would leave without telling her to swallow.

“What would you have done. mom?”

“Whatever he wanted,” answered my wife and then there was a minute or two of silence as all three of us contemplated what that would be like.

“I wish he just left and didn’t say anything, mom.” Sue added.

“”Why,” Amy giggled.

“Well, like then maybe you would have some for me. You said that you would share, right?”

Before my wife could answer, Sue reached over me. I didn’t realize why until Sue said “Wow, mom. You’re so wet.”

Sue groaned, reached over and complemented Sue’s actions.

“You too, baby.”

Now, Sue groaned as her lady fingered her.

“Mom?”

“What, honey?”

I could still feel them moving between the other’s legs.

“Why does Brad’s cum taste so good?”

“I don’t know, baby, why?”

“I was wondering if it was just Brad or was it all men or just black men?”