The Hypnotist Opens My Eyes

Years ago I had been hypnotised. Like others, I had sworn that nobody could hypnotise me, but I was so wrong. It had been a strange experience, but I had always remembered the feeling of being detached from the decision making, but happy about the decisions I made. The hypnotist had said that I was the perfect subject to hypnotise, as he could send me under very easily and very deeply. He said that he could not make me do anything I really didn't want to, but he could encourage me to try new things. He didn't abuse his ability to hypnotise me, but I did very happily try many things with him that I might not have tried otherwise.

In my late twenties I moved to a new apartment block. The residents were mainly similar in age to me. I was delighted to find that each Friday night, a group of them used to meet in the local pub. The group varied each week, although one or two seemed to be a fixture. Generally, residents were single, but there were a couple of couples. The Friday nights were a great way to get to know a nice group of new friends.

Due to having been badly hurt by the breakup of a long-term relationship, I was in no hurry to find a new partner. On a number of Fridays there were people pairing off, clearly just for the evening/night. There seemed to be an atmosphere of sexual freedom that was encouraged, with new one-night flirtations more than accepted. Jan was the oldest of the group. She seemed to be delighted to watch and even encourage the younger members to pair off. I noticed she often spent time with one or more of the residents before they disappeared off, with someone new.

One Friday I found myself chatting in a group of four. Jan, Gilly, Geoff and I were on one end of the table. Geoff seemed to be working quite hard to interest the stunning looking Gilly who, while seeming happy, didn't look like she was about to throw herself at him. Jan seemed to be trying to matchmake, encouraging intimate conversations. When Gilly went to the toilet and Geoff to the bar Jan laughed and said,

"I am sure that they could enjoy a lovely night together. She is not certain about it, but he is. I think Gilly just needs a little help to realise what she really wants this evening."

I was amazed at this comment and asked her to explain.

"I can often see things in people, who cannot see it in themselves. What is far more unusual though is that I can encourage them to understand themselves. When Gilly comes back, I am going to get her to question her resistance to Geoff's obvious interest. I will not fully hypnotize her, but with a very mild hypnosis, she may feel freer to enjoy what she really wants."

"What do you mean 'mild hypnosis'. Is there more than one type?"

"Well hypnosis is hypnosis but I can take people into a very deep state or keep them just slightly more open to suggestions than normal. When Gilly returns, she will still have complete control over herself, but she may be more chilled out than normal."

I watched the interaction between Gilly and Geoff, when they were back with us. Jan had asked Gilly if she was ok on her return from the toilet and from that second on Gilly seemed much more receptive to Geoff. At the end of the evening Gilly and Geoff were clearly heading off together with Gilly looking excited and expectant. Jan smiled at me and said,

"I promise you that Geoff will have the time of his life. He won't know what hit him, Gilly is incredibly excited about having sex with him. If I have just helped facilitate their evening together then I have done a great job."

"I didn't notice you hypnotise Gilly, but I did notice her change dramatically. How did you do it?"

"Oh, I don't need to get anybody to watch a swinging pendant or look into my eyes for minutes. Tonight in bed you will know that I have hypnotised you without you knowing it. You will come to no harm, in fact I would expect you to rather enjoy it, time and time again."

I didn't think much about her comment until I was in bed. As I turned the light off my body suddenly felt heavy. I could not move my arms or legs. This became incredibly frustrating, as sexual arousal flooded my whole body, radiating from my pussy. My body refused to listen to my mind. I was desperate to find my clit with my fingers but the harder I tried the stronger the need got. Juices were running out of me, until my bottom was coated. My nipples were as erect as my clit, that felt like someone had applied a pump to it.

I tried to move my legs, my hands and anything else to apply any contact to my clit, as I knew I was a single stroke away from a climax of epic proportions. I remembered Jan saying that she had hypnotised me, and as soon as I admitted to myself, that she might have, my orgasm exploded through me. Nothing touched me, but my hips were freed up and kept thrusting through the longest orgasm I had ever experienced. It took a little time after my orgasm to realise that I could move my body freely.

My fingers immediately found my clit and I was amazed that it felt huge and engorged. I rubbed it gently, as my arousal levels had not dropped after my climax. They quickly built again and as soon as my other hand found a nipple I orgasmed again. I had enjoyed two orgasms in one session before, but not within a couple of minutes of each other. My whole body was on fire and refused to calm down, even after my second climax. My clit was too sensitive to touch but two of my fingers slipped easily into my saturated pussy.

It felt like Jan was watching me, as my two fingers made love to me gently but beautifully. I was sure that I would not cum again, but my fingers kept working until my hips started to disagree with me. I wanted to stop, but my fingers would not stop. My third orgasm was as gentle as my fingers had been. It didn't compare with the other two but at least my body now seemed to be under my own control. Sleep came quickly and deeply.

I slept for longer than I had done in years. When I woke, I remembered the vivid dream that I had experienced. In the dream I had been secured to a bed or was it that my body was like it had been the evening before, when I could not control it. Either way I was totally unable to prevent a being, who I think was a female, (dreams are often confused) from licking my pussy and clit as I had orgasm after orgasm. In this dream the orgasms were wonderful and when I woke, I felt totally sexual satiated.

One of my first thoughts of anyone other than myself, was of Gilly. I wanted to know whether she had had a good time with Geoff. My interest was much stronger than I would have expected, but I knew it was probably not acceptable to ring her too early. Had Jan just facilitated Gilly and Geoff getting together or had her influence been more profound?

By lunchtime I couldn't wait any longer and rang Gilly on her mobile. Within seconds, I realised that I was talking to a very happy Gilly. She over shared, by telling me that the sex with Geoff had been "the best ever" and wondered why she had been "like a bitch in heat". I was sure I knew the answer, but only said that I was delighted for her.

My next call was to Jan. Having experienced her powers personally, I was keen to know how much of her powers had made Gilly's experience so wonderful. Jan did not answer my question about Gilly initially, but asked me whether I had enjoyed my night. I couldn't lie and answered,

"I have never orgasmed like I did last night. Do I thank you for the experience or worry what else you are capable of?"

"Oh, I promise that I will never interfere with you, or your sex life again, unless you want me to. I will just say, that you may not always know that you want me to, but we can discuss that at a later date. As for Gilly she was wound up like a corkscrew last night. All I did was free her up to completely unwind with the lucky Geoff."

"And me did you think I was wound up like a corkscrew last night?"

"I think you can answer that question better than I can. At least I think that you understand at least some of my powers. Have no worries I promise only to use those powers to help you, not to hurt you."

I was disturbed for the next few days by the events at the weekend. By Friday, my anticipation of what the evening might offer had become unbearable. I was there early, and was disappointed that Jan was not already there. I had no idea what I wanted her to do, but I wanted and expected something. I got to talk to most of the neighbours during the evening, but ended talking to one of the only couples present. We were having an interesting discussion about monogamy. Wendy was saying that double standards were always applied, as men seemed to be often congratulated on being unfaithful, while women were condemned.

It was at this point in the conversation that Jan joined us. With a big smile she said,

"The one time that women don't seem to be condemned, so badly, or are even congratulated is when they share their bed with another woman. Many men seem to love the idea of their wife having sex with another woman. What about you Wayne, do you like the idea of Wendy having sex with a woman?"

There were three women looking at Wayne. He smiled and said,

"I am going to claim the fifth on that one."

Wendy laughed at this and added,

"He might reserve the right to remain silent, but I most certainly do not. I rather suspect he is no different to other men. At least in theory he loves the idea of watching me sleep with another woman, as much as he would enjoy watching me sleep with another man. The reality might be very different."

I listened to the couple but I also studied Jan. I wanted to see whether she did anything to any of the three of us in the conversation with her. I saw nothing. All the talk about females cheating on their husbands with other females or men, had piqued my interest. Did married women really have gay affairs, if so, did they let their husbands participate, or at least watch.

It worried me that Jan had played with my head. I had never had any experience with other women, or seriously contemplated any. When Wendy asked me whether I wanted to continue our conversation at their house, I knew I was not going to decline the offer. What I was not sure about was what the offer had really been for. Jan smiled kindly at me, when I agreed to go with the couple.

At their house, that I had never been to before, Wayne took my coat and we went into the kitchen to pour drinks. Wayne sat on a bar stool and Wendy walked towards me. She took my drink from me and kissed me with a gentleness that took my breath away. I had never been kissed by a woman. I had never been kissed by a man so sensually. My body melted and my legs threatened to collapse. Wendy stood back slightly and said,

"I have never done that before, but fuck that felt good. Can I do it again, please?"

I think the question was to me, but it might have been to Wayne. I was totally unable to answer her, but I knew what my answer would have been if my brain had not turned to cream cheese. Maybe my eyes answered, because Wendy moved forward and kissed me again. Men had aroused me less when kissing my clit, than Wendy was, kissing my lips. Wendy stepped back again, but this time simply unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress. The dress unbuttoned all the way down, but the top two only showed off the cleavage of my full 36c boobs.

She closed on me again and her lips took control of mine. This was lovely but her next action changed everything. She looked deep into my eyes as her hands raised the front of my dress until she could push her fingers down the front of my panties. This was the moment of reckoning. This was the last time I would have to reject what we all knew would otherwise happen.

My body spoke louder than any thoughts, let alone words. I had realised that my pussy was super aroused but had no idea how wet and swollen it was. No man had ever seen or felt me this aroused and not fucked me. A female arousing me like this was totally new to me. Was the progression towards fucking as obvious as it would be with a man? If so, what exactly would this look like? When she kissed me, barely brushing my lips, I knew whatever it would look like, was okay with me.

Her fingers played with my pussy, while her lips played with my lips. We were standing in the middle of the kitchen and Wayne was sitting watching his wife play with me. At that moment I felt the influence of Jan and wondered whether she had 'helped' one, two or maybe all three of us in the kitchen. I remembered how I had enjoyed orgasm after orgasm a week earlier. Given how Jan had facilitated things a week earlier, I wondered what might be in store for me with Wayne and Wendy.

"I have never touched a woman like I am touching you now. Please tell me that no woman has ever touched you like this. I want to make you cum and cum until you can't stand up. I want to show Wayne me doing that to you, he has never seen anything like I want to show him. Tell me you want this."

The fact that this was whispered into my ear as her fingers brought me close to a climax made it very intimate. My reply was an attempt to return the intimacy.

"I have no experience of women but I want to cum and make you cum, particularly as I suck your clit."

I didn't get the chance to undress Wendy as I had hoped, as she stripped below the waist while walking over to the island. She laid back and opened her legs wide and growled,

"Fuck I am so ready for you to lick my pussy; I think I am even wetter than you are."

It might not have been what I was expecting, or wishing for, but I so wanted to do exactly what she asked. I approached her pussy very hesitantly, wanting to study a pussy in close up, for the first time. My neglected pussy twitched, as my mouth gently latched on at the top of her pussy, ensuring that it covered where her invisible clit was. Her hands found the back of my head, as gently as my mouth was on her pussy and she moaned a single word, "fuck".

The aroma of excited woman filled my nostrils, to add to the novelty of the situation. I now worked to tease her clit out with my lips, so that my tongue could play with it. As I did this a puff of air blew across my clit. I thought for a minute that Wayne had moved and I prayed that he would take me exactly as I was, from behind. Unfortunately for me, he had not moved, as he watched me sucking his wife.

It felt right to take hold of Wendy's hips as I felt the appearance of her clit. It meant that I felt totally in control of the woman who was making the most wonderful noises of appreciation. These were cranking up very quickly and when the muscles in her hips started to tighten, I was amazed that she was clearly very close to cumming. I had not started to really explore her pussy with my mouth. I had intended to tease her until she was begging to be allowed to cum, as I was enjoying myself so much, but she was well past being teased as her hands tightened on my head and her body shook time and time again, very violently. I was stunned as I had only been between her legs for about a minute. The initial spasms did weaken, as her climax ran its course. She told me when to stop, by releasing my head.

"I have never cum that quickly in my life, that was awesome. Please let me return the pleasure. I have never gone down on another woman, but I can only hope that you react half as strongly as I did. Let's retire to the bedroom, we will be more comfortable there."

As she passed Wayne, she gave him a kiss on the forehead and he smiled. Cheekily, I decided to copy this and his smile changed to a chuckle. I upped the ante by finding his covered erection with my hand, very briefly. I was desperate for more action, much more action. I wanted to experience Wendy's mouth between my legs, but was keen that Wayne knew that I was not excluding him from the action. The simple gesture seemed to leave him in no doubt and he followed us upstairs.

Wendy and I enjoyed removing the last garments that we had on. Wayne sat on the one comfortable chair and seemed happy to watch, as Wendy laid me on my back with my head at the bottom of the bed. She straddled my body facing my feet. I had no hesitation in opening my legs wide and bending my knees. She didn't need my invitation, as her mouth found my pussy. It had only been a few minutes since I had been on the brink of a climax, and my body was instantly buzzing again beautifully. I reached up to get hold of her hips but she stopped me by saying,

"No, it's your turn to lie back and enjoy a tongue on your clit."

Enjoy it I certainly did. I have not generally found oral sex the most enjoyable, but maybe I had never had the right person performing it. Wendy's tongue was doing things to me that I had never experienced before. It was so wonderful that I did not want to cum too quickly. It was not something I had a choice in. I wasn't sure exactly what she was doing, but I was racing towards a powerful orgasm, that I could not prevent exploding through my defenceless body. My first orgasm at the hands, or more accurately the tongue, of a woman would be one I would remember for ever. As my body tried to return to planet earth, Wendy caressed me gently but left my sensitive clit alone.

"Would you like some cock now my dear? It looks like Wayne is very ready to supply some and it is only fair, that as the guest, you get first refusal."

I was feeling quite content after my strong orgasm, but also excited by the thought of being fucked. My answer of,

"Yes, please,"

sounded like I was confirming that I wanted a cup of coffee, not asking to be fucked by her husband. Wendy took hold of my hips, turned me and pulled me down the bed so that my bottom was right at the bottom of the bed. Wendy's next instruction was to her husband, who at some stage had removed his clothes. She was right that his good-sized cock was looking very ready for action.

"Now I want you to take Carol very slowly and leave her clit well alone for a bit, it is looking extremely sensitive."

Wayne smiled at the instructions and took hold of my ankles and lifted them until they were resting on his shoulders, with my legs well parted. My pussy felt very ready to be penetrated and his slow insertion, of a couple of inches, was perfect. I had never been penetrated immediately after having an orgasm and it felt lovely. My ex often seemed in a hurry at this stage and the initial penetration was not always a great pleasure. Wendy had read me perfectly and as Wayne very slowly used only the head of his cock it seemed to find a very sensitive part of my pussy. It was me, who moved my hips so that his gentle thrusting very gradually eased deeper into me. He held my ankles and studied my face, as if looking for guidance.

It was the most comfortable and pleasurable initial penetration. I seemed to feel his cock find each new depth, in a way I had never before. Wendy was now laying down next to me with her hand on my stomach. She asked me if I was okay and whispered encouraging words when I confirmed that I was much more than okay. She moved her hand up to my breasts and with the lightest of touches caressed both very fully. Even with the gentlest of touches, my nipples tightened and became erect making the contact very pleasurable.

I don't know what I had expected, joining a couple for a threesome. What I was experiencing at that moment were two people making love to me and somehow, without any contact making love to each other. I noticed that Wendy was now gently also masturbating herself.

"I have often wondered what it would be like to see you with another woman, my dear. I cannot believe how exciting it is. I can only hope it is as good for you, Carol."

With this she kissed me lightly on the lips, giving me a taste of my own pussy, as she did so. The taste of pussy was much stronger as she brought her middle finger to my lips. It was coated with her juices.

"Suck it, Carol. Pretend it is a little cock and that you want to make it paint your tonsils."

By this time Wayne's thrusting, while still gentle, was deep in my pussy. His balls were caressing my ass before he withdrew just a couple of inches. I relaxed as he fucked me gently and Wendy fucked my mouth gently with her finger. I was not racing towards orgasm, or anywhere else for that matter. I was feeling every inch of his cock caressing my insides and I was on a kind of plateau of serenity. It was as if this couple read me perfectly. He was fucking my pussy, she was playing with my nipples, she was masturbating and I was just being fucked. At that moment I remembered a look in Jan's eyes earlier. I needed no persuading to do anything that I was loving right then, but questioned whether Jan had somehow facilitated my extreme pleasure like she had the week before?

My clit knew exactly what to expect as soon as Wendy's hand left my nipple and headed south. My clit felt like it had not been touched in weeks. Still there was no rush, no urgency. Wendy's words were music to my ears.

"Fuck her gently Wayne. Let her cum if and when she is ready, but save yourself for me, I need to be fucked so badly."

Her fingers teased my clit until I wanted to scream. Scream with pleasure, but also scream with frustrated excitement. It was the simplest of things that took my excitement to the next level, the level where orgasm is inevitable. She kissed me gently and that was all it took. Wayne's thrusting didn't speed up, but became longer and deeper as he gripped my hips and controlled my body, which I had lost all control over. It was a beautiful orgasm with peaks of pleasure washing through me time and time again.

I felt almost cheated, when my orgasm finally faded, as he eased his still erect cock out of my satisfied pussy. Wendy was soon lying next to me, offering herself in my place. She seemed to want me to lie next to her, as her husband fucked her. I turned onto my side to watch, as the couple made love. Wendy's boobs looked totally irresistible, crowned as they were with big, dark, nipples that cried out to be sucked. It felt very sensual as, for the first time, I took a firm nipple in my mouth and sucked it until it was fully erect. Her hands held my head against her chest, occasionally moving me from one breast onto the other.

There was an intimacy between the two of us, that I had rarely enjoyed with a man. I loved kissing, licking, sucking and even nibbling her nipples, but gave this up to kiss her mouth. My hands were now busy with her nipples, but the kissing was beautiful. When her hands took hold of my head, I was afraid she was going to stop me kissing her, but quite the opposite. She was still being fucked; I was still playing with her wonderful nipples but it was the kissing that felt special.

"Please stop kissing me, otherwise I am going to cum."

I laughed at this and carried on doing exactly what I had been. I wanted to see her orgasm, have her breath her orgasm into my mouth, but most of all I wanted to cause her to climax. I loved it as her breathing became very laboured and her eyes stopped focusing. She let out a long cry, that could have been mistaken for pain, before taking a deep breath and holding it. Her eyes shot open and she didn't blink or draw breath, for an alarmingly long time. Her body shock time and time again, before she seemed to regain some control, after releasing all the air in her lungs. I had witnessed my first ever female orgasm - I had loved it. I had breathed it in and almost tasted it on her lips. It was something that would change my life.

No, it didn't change me into a lesbian, it didn't put me off having sex with men. What it did do was add an additional dimension to my sexual life. I had always loved my sexual activity to vary between gentle, slow, loving, sensual sex, right through to demanding, fast, almost violent sex. I had never been homophobic, but I had been nervous of other women sexually. After that Friday that fear was gone.

My focus had been, almost entirely, on Wendy. Wayne had been wonderfully undemanding, as he had made love to both of us. He had facilitated our love-making and for some reason I was not only surprised but pleased that his cock was still fully erect when he eased it out of his deeply satisfied wife. I had enjoyed two, very different, very lovely orgasms, and as I only usually climaxed once I should have been totally satisfied. Wayne's erection looked beautiful, covered as it was in Wendy's arousal.

I was quickly on my knees in front Wayne, who offered me his erection, with a huge smile on his face. Although he was a very good size, he was not the biggest, which made taking him in my mouth very comfortable. Wendy stood behind him and kissed his neck, and when he turned, his head. When she kissed him, his erection became rock-hard and I thought he might cum. After a minute or so Wendy said,

"Would you like to fuck in your favourite position, my love? I am not sure that Carol is ready for another round, but I will happily oblige you."

I didn't jump in immediately wanting to see his reaction.

"That would be wonderful, yes please."

Even though I didn't know his favourite position, I was very excited by the prospect of another fucking. I knew I would not cum again but I was very happy to contemplate receiving his erection. No woman should come between a man and his wife, so instead of offering myself, I simply asked,

"What is your favourite position, Wayne?"

"I love to make-love from behind. I love the view of Wendy's bottom as I fuck her pussy. We always do it on the bed, so that Wendy can watch in the mirror."

He indicated where he meant. When I let his erection slip out of my mouth, I looked up to see Wendy's reaction. Her smile indicated that she was reading my mind perfectly. She took my hand to help me off my knees and led me to the position he had indicated. Her nod was plenty to confirm that she was happy for me to be the one Wayne would take from behind. Wendy sat at the top of the bed, as we both knelt across the bed, in front of her.

"Fuck her hard and fast. I want to see you fuck her brains out."

"Carol, are you happy, if not say now?"

"Do just what she said. I want to feel your urgency, your need. Fuck me hard and cum deep inside me."

The tempo of everything changed instantly. Wendy was masturbating strongly, before his cock was buried deep inside me. He took hold of my hips and fucked me, exactly as I had hoped. It wasn't until I thought back to the previous Friday that I even considered the possibility of a third orgasm. I pictured Jan's face, when she had described how she freed people up to enjoy what they truly wanted. I wanted to cum again, but this time violently, to match the energy of being fucked in the way Wayne was fucking me, while his wife masturbated hard.

I was certain that Wayne could not maintain the pace he had set, for long. Nor would I have wanted him to change what he was doing. He had been looking at my bottom most of the time but when our eyes met, I knew he was nearly there. The only change that he made was to slide one hand off my hip and push two fingers into my bottom. I had been close but this instantly took me over the top. I announced my impending orgasm to the world, loudly. Wendy screamed and Wayne growled behind me as he emptied his balls into me.

My orgasm was just as violent as I had hoped. It did not last long but left me feeling totally wrung out. His thrusting lasted much longer than I had expected but eventually slowed down, when his cock slipped out of me, we fell forward with him on top of me.

That Friday night was the one of most memorable sexually of my life. It also opened doors, that I never thought would be open to me. Jan swore that she had nothing to do with me being open to enjoying my first threesome and my first sex with a woman. She refused point-blank, for months to sleep with me, because she said I would never trust that she was not hypnotising me into it. Finally I simply said to her,

"Okay, if this is what it takes for you to sleep with me then fine, I want you to hypnotise so that I can refuse you nothing for a whole weekend."

I have no idea whether she hypnotised me or not, but that weekend opened my eyes to total submission and domination. One way or another Jan was responsible for turning my very vanilla sex life into something far more varied and exciting. Now in my thirties I am still finding new and exciting sexual activities, but that, as they say is another story.