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Hypno-tricked Wives Part 6b ("You can’t cheat an honest woman.") M/F NC
Voy



The last set-up would be the best, Jason promised. But it would have to
take place out of town so Linda wouldn’t worry about being seen by
anyone she knew. And we’d all want to bring high powered binoculars.
Pre-season football had begun, and Jason told Brian to insist they go
to one of the Friday night high school games about a half an hour away.
Brain was supposed to tell Linda he’d heard about one of the running
backs and wanted to watch him play while it was still warm at night.

As with all of Jason’s plans, it was fairly simple. The first part of
things would happen in the stands, and we’d watch from the stands on
the opposite side. Then if things went well, there was a private area
behind the school’s utility complex. Of course, Linda wouldn’t know
about the second part. All she’d know was that this was her last
‘payment’.  If she did what she was told, the whole thing would be over
and she’d hear about it again. 

Her instructions were to sit in the stands with Brian, catch the
attention of one or more men, and give them a few wide open
up-the-skirt views. She didn’t know, of course, that Brian would
conveniently not notice. Then at half time, she had to give the man
she’d flashed a sealed envelope. Jason told her she’d find the envelope
in her mailbox on Thursday, but if she opened it before it was time,
Brian would know all about her bachelorette party fling by Saturday
morning.

When Jerry and I arrived at the stadium that Friday, we saw that she’d
obeyed the first part of her instructions. She and Brian were seated
about twenty rows up, with her on the aisle. She wore a light-weight
beige jacket, partially open to show a peach colored blouse. Her skirt
was dark brown, and just long enough to cover her knees as she sat. She
was wearing open-back casual shoes, and kept her feet flat on the
ground, her knees together, but her feet apart. It was a clever way to
comply with the instructions. She appeared to be sitting modestly from
above, but anyone who cared to look could see under her legs and up the
skirt for a moment or two as they climbed the bleacher stairs. 

She knew she had to attract an audience, and she probably thought the
little preview she was offering might do the trick. She was right.
Every male climbing those stairs managed a quick glance, but most were
either with a group of people, or a wife or girlfriend, and had to
continue up the stairs.

She finally got her audience when a couple of teenage guys climbed the
stairs looking for a seat. Both of them noticed her sitting there, and
took in all they could without an obvious stare. I couldn’t tell for
sure, but it looked as though she’d opened up more for them than anyone
else who’d passed by.  I looked at Jason, and I could tell he was
thinking the same thing I was. Linda might have decided a couple of
teens would be safer than a grown man. They’d gone two or three rows
past her when they stopped, exchanged a few words and headed back down.
There were some empty seats two rows below her, and the boys took them.
I don’t know if she’d noticed them on their way up, but her eyes
followed them now as they sat down. They were talking to each other,
grinning and taking turns with a quick look over their shoulders at
her. 

Show time. The game started but we kept our binoculars on Linda. The
two teens below her got involved in the game, but they hadn’t forgotten
about the lady wearing a skirt two rows up. They took turns glancing
back to check her out, probably hoping she’d get excited about the game
and open those knees a little. One of them wore a baseball cap, so
Jason, Jerry and I began to refer to him as ‘Cap’. We called the other
one ‘Vest’ because he was wearing a hunting vest. 

For a while it looked as though Linda couldn’t make herself go through
with it. She never even glanced at the boys, and her knees stayed
pressed together. From the expression on her face, we could tell she
was tense. Maybe she was arguing back and forth with herself about
doing it or not. Or maybe she’d decided she had to do it, but couldn’t
get up the courage to actually open up her legs when one of them was
watching. 

It was just before half time, and my arms were beginning to ache from
holding those binoculars up. But the ache disappeared when Linda
finally got her courage up. Her fan club had pretty much given up on
her, hardly looking back at her at all. So when the guy with the cap
took a glance, she moved fast to keep his attention. She leaned across
Brian’s lap, as though looking for something in his jacket pocket, and
when she did, she moved her right leg toward him but kept the left on
where it was. The angle was just right for the kid two rows down, and
he found himself looking straight up her skirt. The gap between her
knees was about a foot or so, and her panty crotch was in clear view. 

He tapped his friend on the shoulder, and now the two of them looked
back at her. Linda’s attention was focused on Brian, so the boys didn’t
worry about her catching them as they stared up her legs. It was pretty
obvious she’d not only decided to do it, but to do it well enough to
make sure whoever was sending her these damn instructions would be
satisfied. 

She took a few seconds more patting Brian’s pocket, and then poked him
lightly in the ribs. When he laughed and poked her back, she slid her
left foot out to brace herself. One more poke from Brian, and Linda
held her hand up for mercy. The poking match was over, and she
straightened up, still looking at Brian, but without moving her feet
back together. It was the beaver shot to end them all. During the
poking, she’d slid forward to the edge of the bench, and now as she sat
up again with her knees wide open, she completely exposed the front of
her panties. The two teens sat open-mouthed, staring up her skirt at
the sheer, taughtly stretched fabric covering her pussy mound, the
shadow of her pubic hair, the beginning swell of her ass cheeks and the
crevice between them. Our binoculars gave Jason, Jerry and I a good
view from across the field, but nothing compared to what those boys
were feasting their eyes on. She held her legs open that way for
another 15 or 20 seconds, and then shifted position again, closing up
the view.

Soon after that, the game reached half time. The three of us left the
stands and headed for the utility building. As planned, Brian told
Linda he thought he’d seen a friend in the crowd, and wanted to look
for him. Linda told him she wanted something from the refreshment stand
and that she’d meet him back in their seats for the second half. Of
course, Brian knew that isn’t what she wanted at all. She was following
part two of her instructions, and Brian knew exactly what they were. 

They both stood up and headed down the stairs. When they reached the
bottom, Linda walked off toward the refreshment stand, and Brian
watched her go for a few moments. When she was out of site, he worked
his way through the crowd and joined us behind the utility building. 

>From where we were, we could see Linda standing at the back of the
crowd near the refreshment stand. Of course, she didn’t know exactly
what was coming next, but the expression on her face told us she wasn’t
happy about her situation, no matter what was in store. She watched the
crowd, and when the boys finally showed up, she walked over to them,
envelope in hand, and offered it to the one with the cap. Both of them
recognized her right away, and they looked at each other nervously as
she approached. They were probably worried she was going to turn them
in or something. When she offered the envelope to them, their
expressions changed from nervousness to confusion.

The one with the cap on shook his head, as though telling her it wasn’t
his, but when she put it in his hands, he took it and opened it. This
is what he read:

“She’s lost a bet. She can’t say ‘no’ to anything you ask for the next
25 minutes. Try it. Tell her to walk over behind the utility building.
Then follow her.
P.S. She doesn’t know what this note says. Show it to her.”

The two boys read the note, put their heads together for a moment, and
then handed it back to Linda. I don’t know what they were thinking,
probably wondering if there was some kind of trap waiting for them
behind the shed, but it was pretty clear what Linda was thinking. She
was furious. She turned her head in every direction, as though looking
for whoever had written the note. She was so obviously angry that the
boys stepped back a bit and talked with each other again. But Linda’s
anger probably helped convince them there wasn’t a trap behind the
utility building. There was a golden opportunity for some fun if they
had the guts to go for it. 

It wasn’t long before the one with the vest stepped close to Linda,
said something and nodded his head toward the utility building. She was
still angry, and when she answered, she almost butted heads with him.
But then, after a long scowl at both of them, she turned and walked
toward the shed. My cock gave a quiver, and I’ll bet Brian’s did more
than that. His lovely wife was headed straight for us!

We stepped back into the cover of some trees and waited. It didn’t take
long for the three of them to reach the shed, and when they walked
behind it, we could hear the anger in Linda’s voice.

“Just don’t think you’re going to get all carried away here, boys,” she
said. “This is mostly a joke and....well, you’d better behave or
there’ll be hell to pay, I’ll tell you that.”

“If it’s a joke, then how come you’re back here with us,” asked Vest. 

“Because I have to go along with the joke. But that doesn’t mean you
can.....”

“The note says you can’t say ‘no’,” said Cap, beginning to be less
intimidated by her anger.

“Uhuh. Well you heard what I said.”

Linda had nerve, I’ll give her that. Her instructions didn’t say
anything about not giving the guys a hard time, and she was doing it in
spades.  

“So what if I told you to unzip your jacket,” asked Cap. “The note says
you’d have to do it.”

There was a long moment of silence. And then slowly, with fingers that
seemed to have trouble gripping the zipper, Linda undid her jacket. The
effect on both boys was immediate. Their confidence rose, and they
stepped closer to her.

“And what if I told you to unbutton that blouse,” asked Vest.

Linda looked him straight in the eye, but the hard edge was gone. “I’d
ask you not to,” she said.

“Yeh, but I think I really want you to,” said Vest. “Now.”

“Or maybe you need some help,” Cap said. “Maybe I should unbutton one
or two of ‘em for you.”

With that, Cap put both hands at the top of Linda’s blouse. He let them
rest there for a moment, and when she didn’t slap them away, he
unbuttoned the top two buttons. A grin that wasn’t exactly boyish
spread over his face.

“Think you can take it from there?” he asked, and when she didn’t say
anything, he slid both hands down to cup her breasts. “I’d sure like to
see these. They feel great. I bet they look even greater. What do they
look like? I mean the nipples. Tell me. Have you got those big kind, or
the small pointy ones. I want you to tell me.”

Linda’s face was beginning to flush a deep red as she pleaded, “Don’t
do this. Please.”

“Hey, you lost the bet, lady, not me,” Cap said in mock righteousness. 

“Yeh. We’re just here to help,” Vest added. “So what do they look like?

“They’re.....they’re pink, Linda said, forcing herself, “they’re dark
pink and, you know, just regular.”

“Regular big or  regular small?” Vest persisted.

“Bigger, I guess,” Linda said somewhat helplessly, “I don’t know....”

“So let’s find out,” Cap said, “unbutton it all the way.”

Caps hands began to move on her breasts, exploring and massaging as
Linda fumbled with the rest of the buttons. When she’d finished, Cap
spread the blouse open and both boys stared at her sheer white bra for
a moment. Then Vest took the initiative and tugged downward on the
cups. Her bra was tight, and only a small portion of her breasts came
into view.

“Not like that,” Cap said, pushing Vest away from her, “like this.” And
he slipped his hands inside the cups of her bra and lifted her breasts
out of it.

I looked over at Brian, but he was glued to the scene. There stood his
wife Linda with her blouse open and her breasts exposed, thrust up and
resting on the cups of her bra. Both boys moved in close and examined
their prize.

“God you’ve got beautiful tits,” Cap said, his fingers beginning to
stroke her nipples.

“Gorgeous,” added Vest, and with that he pushed one of Cap’s hands away
and lowered his mouth to her left nipple. He circled it with his tongue
for a moment, and then pulled it deep into his mouth, sucking while his
fingers squeezed the underside of the breast, pushing it deeper into
his mouth.

Cap didn’t take long to follow suit. Linda closed her eyes tightly,
completely helpless as each boy sucked and nibbled on one of her
nipples.

The whole twenty-five minutes might have gone buy with the boys happily
massaging and sucking her breasts if Vest hadn’t roused himself. “Hey,”
he said, “let’s not blow the whole time. We only got, what, ten minutes
left or somethin’?”

Cap lifted his head away form Linda’s chest. “Yeh, you’re right.” He
stood back form Linda and said, “Com’on lady, let’s see the rest of
it.”

“Don’t...Please, isn’t this enough?” was all Linda could manage.

“Don’t, nothin’,” Cap said. “Bend over. Now. I always wanted to see
somethin’ like this.”

“Yeh, bend over,” said Vest, and put his hand on her shoulder to start
her bending.

“Way over,” said Vest. “Hang on to that fire hydrant there.”

“No!” Linda said in a hoarse whisper. I won’t do that. Damn it, you’ve
gotten enough!”

“Okay,” said Cap,” “Don’t. But if anybody asks us if you did what we
wanted, we’ll have to tell ‘em no.”

Another long silence. 

“So?” said Cap. 

Linda’s face lost all expression. Her shoulders sagged and she looked
like she might fall to the ground if Vest weren’t holding on to her
shoulder. Then slowly she began to bend at the waist, lower and lower
until her hands took hold of the hydrant.

Her skirt rose up high enough to expose the bottom of her panties, and
the boys took it from there. They both took the hem of her skirt and
lifted it up over her ass, exposing her panty-covered cheeks. Again,
they took in the delicious view for a moment, and then Vest hooked his
thumbs in the waistband of her panties.

“Please....I can’t....this is so bad...,” Linda pleaded. But the boys
weren’t listening. They were too fascinated with the view as Vest
pulled her panties down inch by inch.
The panties held for a moment on the crest of her ass cheeks, and then
slid down quickly. Vest let them go and they settled at Linda’s ankles.
. 

Cap bent down and pulled the panties off of her feet. “Spread your legs
wider now.” demanded Vest, and when she, did both boys stepped in for a
closer view.

Brian’s hand went to his crotch, adjusting himself and pressing against
his hardening cock as he watched his beautiful wife standing there,
bent at the waist and thrusting her naked ass up for the two boys to
explore with their eyes, and then their hands. They stroked her thighs
and her ass cheeks, spreading her open, probing her anus with their
fingers, and then began to play with her pussy. Then Vest sat down
between her open legs, his face only a few inches from her pussy. He
opened her vagina with his fingers, and strained up to inhale her
fragrance. After a moment, he arched his neck and began to lick her
pussy lips.

“God damn...,”muttered Cap, and he fumbled at his belt until he was
able to loosen it and drop his trousers and shorts.

When Linda heard Cap loosen his buckle, she started to straighten up,
shouting, “No! You can’t!” loud enough to be heard well beyond the
building. 

“Quiet!” Cap said in a loud whisper, forcing her back down again, “I
don’t think any of us want somebody comin’ back here.  I’m not gonna
cum or anything. I just gotta feel what it’s like...”

“Jesus, Cap,” said Vest.” You’re gonna get her pregnant or somethin’.”

“I’m not gonna do it all the way, stupid, I’m just gonna feel myself
inside her.  Now lady, stay still. I’m just gonna go inside a little
but I don’t know what’s gonna happen if you start movin’ around.” 

It was a strange kind of logic, but Linda must have decided there was
something to what he said. Her best course was to provide as little
stimulation as possible. Or maybe all the sucking and massaging on her
body was beginning to have an effect? Whatever it was, she stayed bent
over and didn’t move when she felt his cock begin to stroke the crack
of her ass.

He held it with his hand and moved it in circles over her ass, sliding
it between her cheeks, pushing in a little against her asshole, and
then down to her pussy. The kid had a good sized hard-on by the time he
found her pussy lips, and I couldn’t help but watch Brian’s face as Cap
slid his stiff cock up inside Linda’s pussy. He went in easy, which
meant she was wet enough, and I wondered how Brian felt about that,
too. The air was cool, but Brian was sweating now, and his hand began
to stroke the erection that bulged in his trousers. 

Cap’s eyes closed in pleasure as Linda’s pussy lips clung to his cock,
and he began thrusting in and out, harder with each stroke until we
could hear his balls slapping against her thighs.

“Hey!” knock it off, Cap,” said Vest. “Your gonna cum if you don’t
watch it!”

Cap opened his eyes, and with obvious regret, pulled his wet cock out
of Linda’s pussy. But the urge was already too strong. With a groan, he
pressed the length of it against her ass and began thrusting again,
stronger and harder, pushing against her so much that Vest had to keep
her from falling forward.  Now thrusting rapidly, Cap let out a final
hoarse breath and came against Linda’s  soft, full ass, his semen
spurting up her ass crack onto the small of her  back.

For a moment, Cap said nothing, his spent cock growing lip against her
ass. Then he backed away and said to Vest. “If you don’t try it, you’re
crazy. Her pussy’s fantastic!”

“No,” Linda said, “please. I can’t stop it...I..”

“Can’t stop what?” asked Cap.

“Nothing!...I...”

“Uh oh,” said Cap, stroking her pussy with his hand,” are we getting a
little hot?”

“God...” was all Linda could say, but her ass pressed up against him,
pushing her pussy harder against his hand.

It was all Vest needed to see. In a moment he’d dropped his trousers
and shorts, and had his thick, hard seven inch cock aimed straight out
at Linda’s pussy. 

“Jesus!” It was Linda, looking back through her legs at Vest’s cock. 

“Okay, lady,” Vast said, pressing his cock against her pussy lips,
“looks like we’re both gonna love this.” At the touch of his hot cock
on her pussy, Linda lost control. She gasped, thrust her ass backwards
against him and let out a long slow moan as he slid into her. 

I suppose Linda’s arousal was hottest for Brian to watch, but the rest
of us were breathing short too. Watching her beautiful ass thrust back
against that cock and seeing the slick length of it open her pussy and
slide deep inside was so damn erotic I don’t think an earthquake could
have distracted us.

“Christ your pussy feels good!” he said, and began a slow rhythm
thrusting deep inside her, and then back out to tease her clit with the
tip of his cock. Linda met every thrust with a demanding backward
pressure of her own, and soon they were crushing against each other.
Linda’s excitement built higher and sharper until finally it burst,
consuming her in a shuddering orgasm. Her skin glistened with sweat and
her breath came in ragged tears as she pressed her pussy against him.
With a last moment of control, Vest pulled out of her and slammed his
hot cock against her ass, his hands wrapped around her stomach, pulling
her to him as he spurt his semen against her soft ass, covering her
cheeks with it.

It was a few minutes before Linda or either of the boys moved very
much. And when they did, none of them had much to say. Linda dressed
herself again, using her panties to wipe the cum off her ass. She
tossed the panties to the ground and walked away without a word. 

The boys finished dressing a minute later, and headed back toward the
stands with Linda’s panties stuffed in Cap’s pocket. 

Brian had to hurry back to the stands to meet Linda there, and, of
course, accept whatever excuse she came up with for missing the start
of the second half.

On Monday Jason offered to erase the whole thing from Linda’s memory.
Brian thought about it for a while and then told him not to. It was a
good choice. Linda’s whole thing about jealousy disappeared and never
came back. 

But enough was enough. I mean, things were great, but we’d had about
all we could take watching other guys score. A lot of good-looking
wives with hot wet pussies were going to waste, and it was definitely
time to fix that situation. 

I said as much to Jason, and he laughed and said, “Okay....okay, I’ll
see what I can come up with. One thing though. I don’t have a wife to
contribute to the pool.”

“No problem,” I said, “Jerry, Brian and I owe you one, and I’ll bet we
can come up with some other volunteers too.”

“It’s a deal,” Jason said. 

“Yeh. One hell of a deal,” I thought to myself. “I wonder who died and
gave me all their good luck?”

(Part 6b posted simultaneously)


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