Unveiled Secrets Ch. 01

Unveiled Secrets 1: The Beginning of Something

The fourth visit to the office was unexpectedly different to the previous ones. For one thing, there were other people there, several of them. The small waiting room was overflowing, and we were left standing just inside the door. While I was surprised, Janice didn't seem to be. She caught confusion and whispered, "it's a group session today". I immediately understood why so many people were there at a small Smoking Cessation counsellor's office. I would say that the clinician was a psychiatrist or something similar, but I really didn't think she was at that. Still, it certainly seemed to be working for my wife. Her progress, even after just three sessions, was amazing, and in fact, she hadn't even touched a cigarette since her last session three weeks ago.

The clinician was a young woman who graduated just two years earlier, at least according to the diploma on the wall. I met her briefly on our first visit while she went over her protocol. She seemed to know what she was talking about and suggested to Janice that she try hypnosis to stop smoking. She asked me to step back into the waiting room while she worked with Janice, and since then I haven't done any more than drive her over and wait for her. The results, however, were great, and were evident even after the first session.

The younger woman came out of her office and said hello to everyone. She then proceeded to lead the clients into a large conference room. As the waiting room emptied out, I found myself with one other person; he, like me, had brought someone to the session. We said hello and sat in the only two chairs left in the waiting room.

"My name is Charles," said the other man, extending his hand to me. "Jerry, nice to meet you." We began a conversation with small talk, and moved to briefly explain why we were there, and who we were with. I learned that he had also brought his wife.

The conversation died off for a while and we had both retreated to our phones, when he said, "Do you know the trigger?"

"I'm sorry, the trigger?" I replied curious to what he was referring to.

"The trigger. It's a phrase the clinician has planted in each of them to allow her to put them under rapidly and make them susceptible to her suggestions. That's how she's managing her sessions, especially these group sessions. She uses a common trigger to put them all under at once."

"Wow, I hadn't thought about that. I guess that's a great time saver."

"Sure, but she fucked up. The clinician that is. She didn't specifically tell them they should respond only if she said the phrase to them."

"You mean, if they hear the phrase from someone else, they will go under?"

"Exactly."

"And, you know that phrase?" I asked even more curiously.

"Sleep Rumpelstiltskin", he said softly.

"Wow." I replied, my mind was already racing the possibilities. "What about waking them up?"

"Wake Up Pinocchio."

"How did you come by this information?" I asked curiously.

Charles leaned in close, pointed to the opposite wall and said, "That wall is shared with her office, and if you sit next to that wall plug, you can hear what is said inside. The plug must match to another one on the other side. Usually there are chairs there, but they must have taken them into the conference room for this group session."

"Have you tried using the commands?"

"Yes. It was her third session when I heard them, and I tried them that night. We were watching television when I softly said the induction

phrase. To my surprise, Jane hunched over, out of it. I asked her if she was okay, and she replied 'yes'. I realized it had worked. I asked her a few questions, and she responded without hesitation. I was about to wake her, and I recalled that the clinician had said, 'you won't remember what we talked about while you were in this trance, but you will remember the instructions I gave you." He paused, then said, "I think that part is important, otherwise they will know what happened in the session, and it may not stick."

"That is interesting, I wonder if that will work on my wife, Janice, as well.

We were both lost in thought again when Charles said, "There is a way we can test this. Let's go out for coffee after their session, just the four of us. There is a coffee shop down the block that has private booths near the back. We can put the girls on the inside and then one of us can say the phrase and see what happens. If they both go out...." He left the statement hanging in the air for my imagination to fill in the blanks.

Even though my mind was racing with implications of this information, our conversation turned around to daily events and news. We had been in deep discussion about our respective jobs when the doors opened, and people started to file out. They all seemed to be happy and smiling. I saw a woman come over to Charles and he introduced her to me. Shortly after, Janice came out and I introduced her. The ladies already knew each other. Charles explained that we were going to go for coffee, and the ladies were happy with our choice.

Charles asked Jane and Janice to find a booth at the back while he and I got the coffee. We found them at the very back booth. Charles nodded towards the next booth that was empty and smiled. I took that as 'we're not going to be overheard'. Of course, the walls of the booth were so high, we wouldn't see if anyone sat there after we sat down.

After a while of talking, Charles said the phrase, "Sleep Rumpelstiltskin." Both women immediately dropped their heads down. I turned to Janice and asked, "Janice, are you okay?"

"Yes", she replied simply and in a monotone voice.

Charles asked his wife a couple questions about some event she had gone to. He was clearly probing for information. Then, he touched my hand and left the booth. I joined him in the corner, near the bathroom. He said, "We should suggest something they wouldn't normally do, and see how far we can take this, but we can't make it too obvious." I agreed with him, and we devised a test.

Sitting back with our wives, they were still in the trance state. Charles said, "Ladies, when you wake up, I want you to put your hand on your husband's crotch and whisper to him that you want to suck it when you get home."

It was going to be an interesting test to say the least. We had no idea how they would react, and if it was something they would do.

"Wake Up Pinocchio", I said after giving Janice the idea that we should invite Charles and Jane over for pizza and for Jane to agree. Then to both, the added instruction to forget they were under, and watched both women return to themselves. Almost immediately, Janice reached over and grabbed my cock through my pants. In a hushed whisper she said, "I want to suck this when we get home." She gave me a squeeze and returned to the conversation we were having before. I noticed that Jane had done the same thing to Charles. He and I smiled at each other.

Before we left, I suggested that Charles and I exchange contact information. Then Janice said, "It's late, we should order something for dinner. Hey, why don't you and Charles join us, we can get some pizza and wings, and step up to beer instead of coffee." Jane looked at her husband and said, "Sounds like a great idea."

We followed the women out and into our cars. Janice ordered the food as we drove home. Once there, Charles and Jane were right behind us. We all went into the house together. We had barely gotten the door closed when Janice said, "Let's all go into the family room, I hope you don't mind Jane, but I need to give my husband a blowjob." She then pushed me down onto the sofa and knelt before me as she opened my jeans.

"Not at all, I am going to do the same thing to Charles." Soon he was sitting next to me on the sofa as our wives had pulled out our cocks and began sucking away.

I was surprised when I heard Charles utter the command once more causing the girls to stop sucking and just kneel there waiting for a command. I looked over at him and saw a wry smile on his face. He said, "Ladies, when we cum, you will keep it in your mouth and share it with each other in a kiss. You will also be open to the four of us having sex together."

I smiled at him, and he said the command to wake them up. They promptly returned to sucking our cocks.

I heard Charles start to breath heavier and knew he was about to cum. I have a bit of control over my own ejaculation, but eager to see if his recent command would work, I let myself move towards cumming as well. It wasn't long after that I could tell Charles was emptying his load into Jane's mouth. I followed suit and was soon doing the same to Janice's mouth.

Jane had already pulled her mouth off Charles' cock, and I could tell she was keeping the cum in her mouth waiting for Janice to finish with my cock. When Janice pulled away from me, the two women embraced and kissed each other sharing the cum with each other.

The kiss and sharing lasted a long time; Charles and I enjoyed watching the show they were putting on. When they finally broke the kiss, Jane said, "We need to be fucked now, and we don't care which of you does which of us." Janice added, "Yes!"

Charles looked at me, surprised at the offer but with an obvious gleam in his eye, "wanna switch?"

My swiftly nodding head was interrupted by the doorbell; our food had arrived. Since mine and Charles' cocks were still hanging out, Janice and Jane went to get the food and brought it to the kitchen.

The returned to the family room, Janice saying, "If you don't mind, we'll eat later, we need to be fucked right now."

I replied, "Well, if we can't eat pizza now, then I guess we'll have to settle for eating you out."

The girls purred at the prospect. I stood up and took Jane's hand and led her to the other sofa in the room.

The two sofas were designed to be extra beds if you remove the back pillows. I threw the pillows off it, as Janice was pulling them off the other sofa. Pulling Jane into a hug and kiss, I caught a glimpse of Charles kissing my wife.

Jane's tongue slid into my mouth. I sucked it with passion. Pushing her down onto the sofa, I knelt in front of her. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants, I saw that a wet spot had started to form in her crotch. Before pulling her pants off, I leaned in and planted a long kiss on the wet spot and then cupping the spot with my open mouth, I slowly breathed out causing the air to rush through her pants and onto her pussy. Janice loved this when I did it to her. Jane moaned loudly, arching her head back, she clearly liked it too.

I pulled her pants and panties off together, sliding them off her legs; settling back, she removed her top and bra. My mouth was already planted on her hot, wet, engorged, pussy before her breasts had come into view. I didn't mind though; I was always more of a pussy man. I began to lick and suck her for a long time. She moaned and squirmed through a couple of small orgasms, but I didn't relent my oral assault on her pussy. At one point I pulled up for air and saw that Janice was on her hands and knees on the other sofa with Charles ramming his hard cock into her from behind.

Jane took my face in her hands and said, "fuck me now". I stood up as she moved and lay back on the sofa spreading her legs apart. I climbed over her, and my cock slid easily into her well lubricated pussy. Another long moan escaped her as I slid deep into her.

I began to fuck her slowly, but she urged me to go faster and harder. Having just cum a short while ago, I was able to keep up a good pace without worrying that I would pop-off too soon.

Jane called out, "I want your cum inside of me!" To which Janice answered, "Me too!"

Then Janice surprised me and said panting, "Jerry, will you do that thing to me after Charles is finished?"

Before I could answer, Jane's curiosity had her ask, "What thing is that, Janice?"

Sporadic with the thrusts of Charles' cock in and out of her, Janice responded, "Jerry loves to... go down on me... after he fills me... with his cum."

"OH, that sounds... awesome... Charles are you game?"

Charles was caught off guard by the request but pushed deep into my wife and replied, "If Jerry's going to eat my cum from his wife's pussy, then the least I can do is eat his from yours". His grunt and Janice's moans betrayed the fact he was already filling my wife with his hot seed. I felt a quiver in Jane's pussy and dove deep filling her as an orgasm ravaged her.

The familiar taste of my wife's pussy mingled with the unfamiliar taste of Charles' cum intrigued me. I took my time lapping at her slit, coaxing the other man's jizz from her depths. Janice moaned as I licked, the sounds echoed by her friend Jane on the other sofa. I didn't lift my head to look but knew that Charles was doing to his wife what I was doing to mine.

Janice let out a soft scream as another orgasm, smaller than before, rolled through her. I licked the expelled juices and sat back on my thighs. For the first time I saw Charles eagerly lapping at Jane's pussy. When he finally sat up, he turned to me, his big smile met with mine. To this day I don't know why, it just felt very natural, he and I shuffled close and kissed, embracing each other like lovers, tasting each other's tongue. As the girls cheered us on, I knew, and felt that Charles knew, this would not be the last kiss he and I would share.