The Fantasy Trove

[b]AUTHOR’S NOTE:[/b] I’m not continuing my report just for your entertainment. If I were, there would be a lot less fluff before the action, and I wouldn’t be as honest with some of my descriptions. No, I’m writing this because I want to make it perfectly clear how events really happened. I didn’t start out as the monster I am now. The mess I’ve created for myself is one of my own creation, though I tried to be good in the beginning. If you read the previous parts, then I hope you can see how I tried not to use it. I knew it was dangerous. I knew…. And yet, here I am, spilling my guts to the internet of the things I’ve done, or made happen because in the end I failed. I failed so many because I was too weak to resist the power.

They say that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. I can attest to that. Everything I did, I tried to do for the better, only to realize my mistakes afterwards. I thought I was making things better, not just for me, but for the world….

Many of you will think this is just a story. If that allows you to sleep better at night, then so be it. Goodness knows I don’t get enough sleep now, knowing what I know. They’re after me, and one day they’ll catch me. When they do, I’ll lose [i]it[/i], and there is no telling what they’ll do then. I hope they sleep less at night, knowing that I’m putting this information out on the internet, where it may never truly disappear. But I will need your help also. Spread the word. Let others know what I tell you, so that those that are after me will fear that their secrets are revealed.

I’m not giving this report to make apologies for what I’ve done. I’m in too deep as it is. I’ve made mistakes, but those that deserve my apologies are already dead, or are no longer able to care.

What you are about to read is as accurate as my memory can serve. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The guilty, including myself, can go to Hell.

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Mind Writer Report 3

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Hey, sorry it’s been a bit since I got back to this report. Things have been hectic here, what with my mental slaves all over the place, trying to stay alive, and making amends wherever I can.

So, to recap, I left y’all hanging after having some great sex with my wife while Kristina was forced to watch. Then Aubrey ordered Kristina to clean up our combined juices with only her mouth. Not knowing that I could read her thoughts, Aubrey let slip that she used sex to manipulate me, and likely had for years. In my anger, I used my willpower stealing abilities to put her in a trance, ready to enact my righteous punishment on her.

Had I known then what I know now, I never would have done it. The problem with hindsight, though, is that it’s always 20/20. I see now the path I took, and its sometimes slow, sometimes drastic descent into corruption and depravity, but at the time I thought I was making things better. How wrong and naive I was!

My wife sat before me on her knees, a vacant expression in her eyes. I was also on my knees, Kristina’s black-haired head between my legs. Despite her talented mouth, I wasn’t growing hard, but I was enjoying her ministrations.

No, I wasn’t in the mood for any more sex. I was pissed the fuck off! All those years where she got what she wanted, and claimed one thing or another, and used sex to get me to do everything for her. I wanted to scream. I wanted to get up and flip the bed, or tear something apart. I’d been lied to, tricked, and made a fool for over a decade.

But first I would have some answers.

“How long have you been using sex to manipulate me?” I asked her. I already had an idea, but I needed confirmation.

“I don’t want to answer,” she replied in an emotionless voice. That set me back a moment. Either she held more willpower than I thought, or my power didn’t work the way I thought it did.

I knew I should take a moment to stop and think things through, but I was caught up in the moment. “You [i]will[/i] answer my questions honestly and happily,” I gave her a command, hoping that she couldn’t refuse such a direct statement. She didn’t nod, or move, or make any acknowledgement of my order, so I repeated my inquiry.

She didn’t hesitate. Her voice remained level, though I know sensed a hint of happiness to it. “Do you remember on our first date after you dropped me off and asked me to flash you?”

Not my proudest moment in dating history. In fact, I almost debated on making up some situation here and pretending that’s what she said, but I promised to be honest. So, yeah, I dropped her off at her dad’s home, and asked to see her little titties. Not in those words, as I’d already learned she was self-conscious about her size. Her response had surprised me. “I thought about it, but since you asked, I decided not to.” At the time I’d thought I’d almost scored, but screwed up by not playing it cool. Now I wondered.

“Since then,” she told me after I nodded to her question.

I’m not a violent guy. Yes, I’m in the military, and yes I like to shoot guns, and yes I’ve been deployed multiple times to [b]<CLASSIFIED>[/b], but that doesn’t mean I’m violent. No it doesn’t, stop arguing with the words in front of you. You’ll lose.

I don’t like to hit. I prefer to use diplomacy whenever I can, and even sometimes after it’s already failed. I have never, [i]ever[/i] in my life struck a woman. But I was tempted right then.

“Do you love me?” I asked next, almost afraid of the answer. I had to know if everything was a lie.

“I love you very much,” she informed me. “The only people I love more are our daughters.”

I was okay with that. Truth be told, our daughters meant more to me than anything else in this world. They… were… my greatest loves and achievements.

“Then why did you manipulate me?” I asked, an edge cutting my words.

“Because sex was never important to me, like it is to you,” she stated. “I loved the part of you that did things for me, and the only way I could get you to be like that was to offer sex as a reward.”

“No you didn’t,” I snapped, before I could stop the words from spilling out of me. “I loved you. You didn’t need to lie, or pretend. You…” I trailed off, choked by my own mounting emotions and frustration.

I took a few breaths to calm myself, and allowed a bit of clarity to enter my mind. “Last night you let Kristina give me a blowjob. Why? Was it more manipulation?” A long, slow slurp from the woman in question reminded me that she was doing the same thing right then. Too much more of her talented mouth, and I might start finding myself in the mood again. If I got past my anger, that is.

“I really wanted you to be happy,” Aubrey told me. “When I walked downstairs and found that she was into you, I expected to be angry, but found I felt normal. So I decided to let her have her way, to a degree, and I still felt normal afterwards.”

“But you flipped out when Kendra gave me a blowjob last year,” I stated. When she didn’t reply, I realized I hadn’t asked a question. “Why?”

“Because it was in the driveway, and anyone could have seen,” she said. It was what she always told me when I asked, even after I pointed out that we were well hidden. I wondered if she’d convinced herself of that fact, until she added, “I also got jealous. I know I all but pushed you into her arms that night, but seeing someone else give you what I wouldn’t made me mad. I’m okay with you giving another person pleasure, but it’s my job to give you pleasure.”

“But you wouldn’t give me a blowjob,” I said, confused. Her words seemed backwards to me, but I knew she was telling me the truth. “You hate giving me head.”

“I don’t hate giving you head. You just have a lot of precum, and it makes me gag.”

Well, that would explain why she gave them to me all the time when we were dating, but cut off a bit after our first child. Unless that was being manipulative as well…. I saw right away that going down that path would send me through a never-ending rabbit hole. If I questioned everything that ever happened, I might never stop. Where did it end?

Kristina giggled and gave me one long slurp to let me know she liked doing what she was doing. Seeing her pleasure in her mind finally started to wake my saliva soaked penis. I diverted my mind away from her though, getting back to interrogating my wife.

“Did you still feel normal this morning when you made me breakfast?” My anger had cooled, likely thanks in part to Kristina and her tireless efforts, and the fact that for once I was getting the truth, no matter how painful. Now I wanted to get an insight into why my wife hadn’t acted the way I thought she would.

“No, and after I thought about it, I wasn’t angry. I was a bit jealous, still, and wanted to show you that I could be a good wife.” It was weird to have her tell me all this, but her voice remain almost neutral. There was still that hint of joy in her tones, probably from my command to be happy to answer.

“And what about what happened with Kristina just now?” I pressed her, trying to come to grips with everything, and failing. “You were pretty mean to her. Did something happen while you were out shopping?”

“I realized that she is prettier, sexier, and younger than me, and more in line with what you like sexually,” Aubrey informed me. “I grew jealous again, and decided to let her know that I was your wife. I love you and won’t lose you.”

“Your manipulation and lies are more likely to make me leave you,” I told her, some of my anger reigniting. All she had to do was listen to me when I told her time and again that all I wanted was her. But of course that wasn’t good enough. She refused to believe me, and instead played fucking mind games. Well… I owned her mind now…

Okay, I need to take a break from writing about this angry portion, and the mistakes I made here. Was I justified in what I did? Who knows…. Unless you’ve held this power, and dealt with its consequences, you can’t say. I was hurt, and angry, and disappointed, and so many other things, that I can say now that I wasn’t thinking clearly. The fact that my pecker was getting pleasantly gobbled on at the time likely didn’t help.

You’re welcome to judge me if you like. I know many of you already have. You see me as weak for not taking over the world on my first day, or having sexual intercourse with anything that caught my eye. I only ask you to remember that I’m human, and I had a conscience, once. I did love my wife dearly, despite my rare indiscretions. Aubrey used to tell me all the time that I was over stimulated, while I claimed she wasn’t interested at all. The truth was probably somewhere in the middle.

So to sum up this break, judge me all you like. I didn’t start out the monster I became. I fought against it, and thought I was winning, until I looked back and saw that I lost. Thinking back now, this moment when I held my wife’s mind in my metaphysical hands was when I took my biggest step in the wrong direction.

Images of all the things I could do to Aubrey rushed through my mind. I could mold her into the perfect sexual and obedient wife. At the cost of who she was. I remembered all the things Kristina had imagined doing with me, and knew that I could make my wife do those things as well. I could make her enjoy and even crave it. All I had to do was give her the right commands.

I looked down at Kristina, sucking hard on my growing manhood, and recalled the commands I’d given her. That had worked out well to my advantage, and made it easy for me to issue more commands if I needed to.

I decided to keep my trigger words the same as Kristina’s. That way I could put them both under, or return them both at the same time, without having to remember separate phrases.

“Aubrey,” I said in my most commanding tone, “When I use the phrase ‘Thirty is the answer to life, the universe, and everything,' you will return to this mental state, open to any commands I give to you.” I felt Kristina go slack as I said the trigger phrase. I decided to tweak my original phrasing as I addressed them both. “Aubrey and Kristina, when I say 'I aim to misbehave' your conscious minds will forget that you were placed in this trance, but you will obey any and all commands given. If ever I ask something of you, and am polite about it, you will find yourself wanting to do it, and to go to any extent to complete or satisfy my request.” I felt drunk with power. I could get them to do anything I wanted. Anything. Well, right then I wanted Kristina to go back to polishing my knob. My rod had wilted slightly as she drooled onto the towel beneath us, her mouth slack. I had to bend almost in half to whisper, “I aim to misbehave.”

She picked right back up as though she’d never stopped. She even added one slender fingered hand into the mix to cradle my balls.

I was ready for more sex, and looked over to my wife. We could have back-to-back sessions, which would be a first for us, and all I had to do was ask.

I hesitated for just a moment, though. I had one last question for my dear wife. “After you have an orgasm, do you really swell painfully shut, or was that another lie you told me?”

“It wasn’t a lie,” she said. “After I have an orgasm, I start to swell. I can’t help it. If we continue for too long afterwards, it becomes painful.”

I nodded, glad that at least that hadn’t been a falsehood. I looked back down to Kristina’s head bobbing on me, taking me into her throat with ease.

“Stop for a minute, Kristina,” I asked her, careful not to say please. I worried that if I did, she’d have then wanted to stop, and didn’t want to mess with her psyche any more than I already had.

She pulled away, but didn’t let me speak before lifting up and pulling my face down to meet hers. Her tongue dove into my mouth before I had I chance to even think. Now, I’m not adverse to tasting pussy, especially not from another woman’s lips, but I’m not a fan of my own taste. Call me a pig if you like, but they are different tastes, and I know what I like. Anyway, I pulled away, and scraped my tongue against my lips to clear it.

“Please don’t kiss me again right after you’ve had my cum in your mouth,” I said, realizing too late that I’d said please. My natural nature was working against me here.

“I’m sorry!” she wailed and prostrated herself on the bed before me. “I heard everything you said to her, and I felt so bad for you. I would never treat you like that! I swear! I… I didn’t think. I know some men don’t like their own taste, but I just had to kiss you.”

I gnawed on my bottom lip for a moment as I contemplated her words. I had a bad suspicion filling me, and I had to be certain.

“Kristina, do you love me?” I asked her.

“Love?” she scrunched up her face in thought. I remember thinking she was pretty cute, even will all her ear piercings and nose stud. “My daddy claimed to love me when he forced himself on me every night. I don’t love you like that.”

So she didn’t love me enough to rape me. [i]Great![/i] “No, I mean like I love my wife,” I pressed. “Like a decent person loves another decent person.”

She giggled before answering. “I’m not a decent person. You know that.” I grimaced, trying to figure out how to word my question and get her to answer it. “I know what you’re asking me, and the answer to that is still no,” she said in a mollified tone, seeing my annoyance. “I like you. Hell, I like you a lot, but I don’t know you well enough to say it’s love. You treat me good, and that’s good enough.”

“Have you ever been in love?” I asked, curious. She’d had a screwed up childhood, and I wondered if that part of her was damaged.

“I thought I was, once,” she said after a moment’s hesitation. “There was this John that paid to see me a lot. He also treated me well when he paid to see me. I thought it was because he liked me. He wasn’t very good in bed, but that didn’t matter, because like I said, I thought I loved him. I started feeling guilty about the other guys that came to see me. I told my pimp that I wanted out, and was going to go find the other guy. His name was Collin, by the way. The name I gave your wife for the bad boyfriend, remember? The nice guy, that is, not the pimp. I never did learn the pimp’s name. He claimed that way I could never rat him out to the police. He made us all call him daddy, or daddy pimp.

“Well, so my pimp daddy didn’t like that idea. He knocked me out. When I woke up, I was tied up in the back of some car. I thought for sure he was going to kill me. I tried to scream, but he had me gagged. He told me to shut up, that he wasn’t going to hurt me, unless I made a huge fuss, and that he wanted to show me something. I promised to remain quiet if he removed the gag, and he helped me sit up. I saw we were still in Vegas, though nowhere near the Strip. He pointed across the street, and I saw Collin walking with another woman, and a girl and two boys with him. He was married, and had kids. He didn’t care for me, only for doing the things his wife wouldn’t. His wife had dark hair like mine, and there were a few other similarities, though she was a lot older than me.”

She dropped her gaze back to my lap. Her hand reached out and started to fondle my re-wilted rod before she spoke again. “That hurt me, to see him like that, happy with them. I told my pimp that I never wanted to see him again, and I didn’t.”

“That doesn’t sound too different from me,” I told her when she went silent again.

“Oh, you’re married and have kids, yeah, sure, but you’re different,” she said in a rush, looking back up to meet my eyes. “You didn’t try to hide that from me. And you didn’t pay to have sex with me. You’ve treated me with respect, though I don’t deserve it. There might be some similarities, but the changes make up a huge difference.”

I nodded, thinking I understood. She didn’t love me, though, and that meant a lot to me. Despite learning the truth about my wife, I still loved Aubrey. This meant that I didn’t have to worry about breaking Kristina’s heart while staying with Aubrey.

I turned to look at my wife, and felt my disappointment in her rise back up. “You heard how she was and how she treated you. What do you think we should do with her?”

“We should punish her and make her pay!” Kristina said with too much glee.

I remembered the things she’d done after getting the power herself, and shook my head. “No, I still love her, no matter what. I won’t allow anything like that.” From the look that crossed Kristina’s face, you’d think I took away her favorite puppy. “There are methods of showing her the error of her ways, without being cruel.”

“But the world is cruel, and so was she,” Kristina argued. I didn’t know then how true her words were. Damn, but I was naive.

“Yes, so we need to be better than that,” I chided with a soft tone.

“You really are too nice, you know that?” she chided right back.

“Maybe, but I won’t change just because the world is cruel.” Yes, I said those words, and realize how dumb I was then. I thought I was making things better. I didn’t realize how much I’d already changed from just the day before.

This whole time, my wife remained where she was, barely blinking, and not saying a word. I regarded her, trying to come up with a solution, without destroying the mind of the woman I loved. In a way, it was Kristina that gave me the idea.

“I’m sorry I was so ready to punish her,” she said, her hand landing lightly on my shoulder. “You asked me about love earlier, and seeing how you are with her, I can see that I’ve never really loved anyone. You care about her in a way I’ve never seen before. I really feel guilty for wanting to destroy that. Can you ever forgive me?”

A half-grin split my lips. I know I shouldn’t have, but I turned to Kristina and kissed her, hard. Her tongue stud clacked against my teeth. I barely tasted my seed. I kept it short, pulling away when I felt her hand reach for my upright prod.

“Of course I forgive you,” I said, noticing a slight string of spittle still connecting our bottom lips. I wiped it away and turned to Aubrey. “Aubrey, I want you to listen to me very closely,” I said, choosing my words with the utmost care. “When I give you the phrase to come out of the trance, you’re going to feel guilty for all the times you’ve manipulated me, and all the times you’ve intentionally wronged me. You’ll realize that what I’ve always told you about how I feel is true. In the future, if you ever think about manipulating me, you will feel this guilt again, and not do it.”

I thought back over the words I’d just used, realizing that I was manipulating her, but justified it as a means to ensure it never happened again. I hadn’t told her what to do on purpose, letting her decide how to move forward, but two things occurred to me.

“You will never commit suicide due to the guilt, and you have a strong desire to live,” I added, wanting to stave off any such situations. “And you will not consider leaving me due to the guilt.”

[i]There. That should do it,[/i] I thought. I intentionally left the loophole that she could leave me for other reasons. I wanted to fix things between us, not micromanage her.

“That’s it?” Kristina asked, uncertain. She’d pressed her thin body against my side as I spoke to Aubrey, and I found my arm around her waist. After rejecting her earlier, I hate to admit I felt no shame in holding her naked frame against me. Her breasts pressed into my side, and I could feel the barbell in her left tit against my back.

“Watch,” I said, thinking I knew what to expect. Damn, was I dumb! “I aim to misbehave,” I said in level tones.

Aubrey blinked a few times, then looked at me holding Kristina. Anger flashed across her face and burned across our mental link.

“What the hell just happened?” she seethed at us. I grew worried, thinking my commands had failed. This sure didn’t look like guilt! “One second she’s cleaning you up like… a good… little… and then… then… Oh, no.”

Her eyes bulged in her head as she looked up to meet my gaze. She shook her head as though to rid it of something, then pressed her hands against her stomach. She scrunched her face up, squeezing her eyes shut and doubled over.

Had I just inadvertently killed my wife? I played back over my commands, but couldn’t figure out what was going on with her. I looked into her head, and pulled away as quick as I could. Once again I felt that mixed up ball of differing emotions, and couldn’t make sense of them. Well, not completely. I sensed anger and guilt, but there was so much more, and so little that I understood.

“Are you okay?” I asked, unequipped to deal with what I’d just forced on her.

“I’m going to be sick,” she blurted out and jumped off the bed, running into my door in her haste to unlock it and get out. She scrambled with a desperation I’d never seen before to unlock the door, and finally got it after a few more seconds had passed. She slipped from my room, still nude as the day she was born, and slammed the door to the bathroom that I share with my daughters.

“Not what I expected,” Kristina murmured. All I could do was shake my head.

[i]Where did I go wrong?[/i] I asked myself, lost and confused.

Getting off the bed, I grabbed my clothes to start getting dressed, but not before Deana came in, saw Kristina and I in our birthday suits, and turned back around. She stopped outside my room and asked, “What happened?”

Of course, my daughters had to have sensed something by that point, as I heard July pipe up, “What’s going on with mom, grandma?”

“Don’t you worry about it,” she replied to them, her voice brooking no argument.

I looked at the clock and realized it was only eight o’clock. Somehow I’d forgotten that the rest of my family was awake and just outside my room. I really hadn’t been thinking with the proper brain! I couldn’t believe how distracted I’d become with sex.

“I’m not sure,” I told Deana, answering her previous question with total honesty. “One moment everything seemed to be going fine, then next she runs from the room.”

Retching sounds could be heard from the bathroom, interspersed with sobbing. I still didn’t dare intrude on her mind, afraid of being overwhelmed by whatever she was going through.

I finished dressing as fast as I could, and grabbed my wife’s clothes. I saw that Kristina was dressed, though I also noted her bra and panties still lying next to my computer chair.

Walking out, I saw Deana sigh in relief to see me clothed. I knocked on the bathroom door. “Honey? I have your clothes here. Can I come in?” It might have been my imagination, but it sounded like her sobs grew louder.

“Let me talk to her,” Deana said from right behind me.

I nodded and handed the clothes over. Wracking my brain, I couldn’t understand where I’d gone wrong. I just wanted her to feel guilty for all her games, not… not whatever it was she was suffering.

“That didn’t go as expected,” Kristina muttered as I walked back into my room at the same time Deana knocked on the bathroom door.

I turned on the dark-haired woman, my anger and frustration rising to the surface once more. Somehow this was all her fault. If she hadn’t tried to rob us yesterday, then my life would have continued on like normal. If she hadn’t tried to control our minds, and failed for some reason on me, I wouldn’t have this power now, and my wife wouldn’t be puking her guts up and crying in the bathroom. I wanted to lash out, and yell, and scream, and berate her. Again, I’m not a violent man, so striking her was way out of the question.

However, when I looked at her face, I saw tears. A quick scan of her emotions showed remorse. She felt bad about the situation, regardless of her statements before I pulled Aubrey from her trance.

My anger cooled, though it didn’t dissipate entirely. I realized I had a chance to ask her a few questions, and needed to get my mind on something other than my suffering wife.  I also needed to understand this power. Despite my best efforts, I was using it to control others, and didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

“Does the power wear off?” I asked, keeping my voice low so as not to be heard from outside my room.

“I only had it for a few days,” she told me with a frown. “God, I hope not, or my daddy pimp is going to be pissed off when he comes back.”

I recalled that she’d turned his mental state into that of a female dog in heat. I couldn’t imagine what he would think if he came out of that.

There was a particularly loud retch from the bathroom as my wife let in her mother, and then the door closed again.

“Any idea why my commands affected her like that?” I asked next. From the sounds, I knew Aubrey was dry heaving, and that was always painful. Damn it! I wanted her to feel guilty, not suffer pain for her actions.

“You don’t understand women, do you?” she asked, shaking her head and making her many earrings jingle.

“I’m a guy,” I told her, annoyed. “No men understand women. Hell, I don’t think women understand women half the time.”

“That’s because you think with your dicks; not your hearts,” she told me. I was a bit surprised by her reaction. Up until this point, she’d been sweet on me, but now she was showing some attitude. I couldn’t understand what had changed. Sure, I’d never given her any commands [i]not[/i] to give attitude, but it showed a shift in her personality.

“Are you going to tell me, or not?” I tried not to grind my teeth. I could ask her nicely and she’d be more than happy to reply, but I was leery of any more manipulation.

“You’re no fun with your cock only half-sucked, you know that?” she teased, then shook her head when I glared at her. “Women are ruled by their emotions. I didn’t expect her to react like that, but imagine if you were hit with powerful guilt? She must have done a lot of manipulation in order to feel that bad.”

“So you’re saying she’s in there crying and puking because she’s swamped with guilt?” I asked, trying to understand. I couldn’t imagine feeling that guilty. How many times had she manipulated and wronged me? It made me glad I added my other stipulations about wanting to live. How many times had I grown nauseous because of my own actions since the day before? Compound that by years, and I could start to understand what Aubrey was suffering.

Instead of this insight giving me sympathy for her, I grew angry again. I felt terrible for what I’d done, sure, but she’d been doing this to me for over a decade!

I sat in my computer chair and tried to get myself under control. After a few seconds, I felt something wet underneath me and stood to see Kristina’s earlier cum smeared across the seat, and now soaking my pants. While I’m sure you readers are enjoying that predicament, it seemed like the icing to the cake of my miserable night.

Well, not [i]everything[/i] was miserable. The sex was great until right afterwards. And Kristina cleaning me off…. I moved my thoughts into what was good, rather than focusing on the bad. Something I was good at after being married to such a devious, manipulative—[i]Stop it![/i] I commanded myself, wishing I had the ability to control my own mind as completely as I could others.

I sat back in my chair. My pants were already wet, so it didn’t matter if they soaked up more of the fluids. I might as well try to soak up what I could and save myself the hassle of cleaning it up later. I heard the bathroom door open. Deana and my wife walked out. My mother-in-law had her arm around Aubrey. She looked to have calmed some, but was still crying. She looked up as Deana guided her into my room and tried to turn back around, but Deana held her tight.

“What’s wrong with mom?” Julie asked, walking up to them.

“Is she going to be okay?” Kary asked on her sister’s heals.

“Your mom is just sad,” Deana said, though there was an edge to her voice. “Go back to your games. The adults need to talk.” She closed my door as they fully entered my room and forced my wife to the bed. Kristina stood up and moved to stand by the Window. The older woman sat next to her daughter and said, “You need to tell him. He deserves to know.”

My heart plummeted into my stomach. What else could there be? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know right then, and yet I knew my twisted stomach wouldn’t relax until I knew.

Aubrey turned and sobbed into her mother’s shoulder for a few more seconds. Deana comforted her shoulder, but didn’t say anything more.

“Um, maybe I should leave you guys to it?” Kristina piped in and headed for the door.

“No,” Aubrey said, holding out her hand to stop the younger woman. “This involves you too.” Her voice was still filled with tears, but at least she was no longer bawling.

I heard Kristina mutter, “Fuck,” under her breath as she went back to the window.

Now I was really curious. What could be so bad, and still involve our guest? Kristina hadn’t been with us long enough to involve her in Aubrey’s manipulations.

Aubrey remained quiet for a number of moments, and I noted that she refused to look anyone in the eyes, except her mom. When the two women looked at each other, I got the sense that Deana was trying to offer her daughter support. I peeped in on my wife’s emotions, but it was still too big of a mess for me to untangle. How do you mix burgeoning confidence with growing dread? Or guilt and the feeling of a weight being lifted? There were a lot more, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

“First of all, I need to apologize to both of you,” Aubrey broke her silence, though her voice sounded far away. As she spoke, she grew in volume until it was almost at conversation level. “Jared, for the longest time, I’ve been treating you less than you deserve. After you caught me with Bill, and didn’t leave, I realized I could do anything, and you would stay with me. I realized tonight how terrible I’ve been to you. You made me promise to stop sleeping with him, and I have, but… but I’ve still been talking with him.”

My jaw hurt as I realized it was clenched. I used my teeth to scratch my tongue in an effort to distract myself from my rising rage. She was still talking to that bastard? [i]FUCK!!![/i]

“What kind of talking?” I asked, unable to unclench my jaw enough to even form the words properly. She understood, and I noted she was paying close attention to every word I said.

“Inappropriate,” she answered with a slight hitch to her voice. “I—I don’t expect you to forgive me. It was wrong, but—”

“Why?” I asked, cutting her off.

“He… I don’t know. After you caught us together, you’ve been a better husband. You didn’t deserve being lied to. You did everything I asked of you.” She shook her head and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. “I don’t know why this is hitting me so hard now. I’m so sorry. You have to believe me!”

“So you’re saying I was weak, and willing to put up with whatever to keep you,” I said, trying to translate what she was telling me. “In the end, I was your safety net, while he was your entertainment.”

“Don’t be an ass,” Deana snapped at me, but Aubrey put a hand on her mother’s arm.

“No, I think he’s right,” Aubrey told her. “I didn’t think of it in those terms, but after him walking in on us, I knew I could do anything, and he wouldn’t leave.” She turned back to me, and this time met my eyes for almost half a second before turning away. “It was wrong of me. I shouldn’t have done it. And I want you to know, it will never happen again. I can understand if you want to leave me now. But I want you to know, I’m truly sorry.”

[i]You’re only sorry because I made you feel guilty,[/i] I thought, almost wishing she could hear my thoughts as I could hers. Looking into her mind again, I could see that she meant every word. She would stop talking to Bill, even if I left her. I didn’t know what to say, but when I saw Kristina fidgeting back by the window, I pointed to her and asked, “You said this concerned both of us. How does it affect her? She had nothing to do with your infidelity.”

“No, but I hoped that by you fooling around with her, it would make me feel better,” Aubrey said, her voice still cracking from her emotions. Seriously…. How do women hold so many of them inside at once without exploding? “I was trying to set up a situation where you would both do it without me here, and then when I found out, I wouldn’t feel so bad about lying to you about Bill.”

“But I wasn’t going to cheat on you,” I said. Yeah, I know… I already had cheated on her, but nothing more than a few one-night stands. Never anything ongoing. Okay, I’m splitting hairs here, but it’s how I felt at that moment. Remember: I’m not writing this to make myself look better, but to get the whole truth out there. I’m by no means perfect. “And what about you coming in here a bit ago, and the way you treated Kristina while we…. You and me….” I trailed off as I looked to Deana. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. “You were mean to her while you made her watch us…. I can’t even call it making love. Apparently all it ever was to you was sex.”

“I… you’re right to be angry,” Aubrey replied. “I was in watching TV with mom, and started getting really horny for some reason. I came in to see if you wanted to fool around, and saw Kristina trying to kiss you, but you stopping her. I got jealous and wanted to show her that I was your wife.”

I thought back to just before Aubrey came in, and recall feeling Kristina’s arousal flowing into me, and some of that must have then transferred into my wife.

“Two questions,” I said, trying to think everything through. “First of all, why didn’t you start chatting with Bill when you got horny, instead of coming to me? And second, how does your actions fit with you wanting to catch me cheating?”

I sensed a spike of anger that was quickly put down. “Because I was getting in the mood thinking of you, and my mom didn’t know I was still talking to Bill. I only talked to him during the day, while you were at work.” She paused, and I waved my hand for her to continue. It didn’t fit. “I was going off how I felt at the moment. When I saw her leaning over you, with your hand on her mouth… I don’t know. I just wanted to be the one in charge. I didn’t like the thought of you leaving me for her.”

“So every fucking time I told you I only wanted you.… What did you think I meant?” I was losing my temper again, and took a few breaths to calm down.

“I thought you were just telling me that to make me happy,” she said.

“So you thought I was lying to you, because all you did was lie to me?” My voice was calm again, but inside I seethed. I knew I was twisting her words, but I was on the verge of going postal. Considering what I was capable of, I could do a lot of damage.

I [i]wanted[/i] to do a lot of damage. I wanted to make her pay for what she’d done, for her lies, and for her duplicitous nature.

Then I remembered my own infidelities, and did my best to swallow my pride. It was obvious that she thought I was weak willed, and not worth respecting, but that was going to change. I worked hard for this family. It was my paycheck that payed for everything. My wife didn’t have a job. I worked hard so she could be a good mother. I’d wronged her in some ways, but she had wronged me far worse. That was going to end.

I glanced at my mother-in-law, and debated for just a moment with taking over her will, but discarded it. She’d always treated me well, and I didn’t care for another female in my head.

“Aubrey,” I called to her, noting how her mind focused on my words with laser precision. My command for her to listen to what I said was in effect. “Please, please, please, never call, contact, or even think about Bill again, except when you tell him you’re done with him.” She nodded. I wondered if my triple ‘please’ would triple the effect, or if it would remain the same. “Please be honest with me from now on, and stop playing your mental games.” She nodded again, a light of hope blossoming in her eyes. I knew I should kick her to the curb, and some of the things Kristina had done to the man that’d hit her when he paid for her services were also tempting, but despite everything, I really did love this woman. I was hurt terribly, but she was the mother to my wonderful daughters, and I wasn’t going to take her away from them. I had no doubt I could use my powers to get full custody in a divorce, but my daughters deserved better. “And finally, please be the best wife, the best lover, the best mother to our daughters, which I know you can be.”

That light of hope in her eyes blossomed into a warm feeling in her chest, and exploded into total devotion in her heart. For once I was able to make out her feelings, as they overwhelmed her. Somehow she remained seated next to her mom, and I knew her next question before she asked it, as she tried to formulate it in her mind first.

“No, I’m not leaving you, or kicking you out,” I informed her. “Goodness knows you deserve it, but when I promised you until death do us part, I meant it. I want to say that you’ll owe me for what you’ve done, but I think you’ll find ways of making it up to me, without me having to force you.” My final polite request to her would see to that. Somehow I managed not to look at Kristina as I finished speaking, though I noticed Deana looking her way. Despite my previous reticence in going all the way with the pierced woman, I was determined to do so now.

“Kristina? Will you please let my daughters in,” I said to the other woman.

She almost ran to the door to do as I asked. I didn’t feel the least bit remorseful about how I worded my request. My guilt at manipulating them was dwindling.

“What’s going on?” Julie asked as my daughters entered behind Kristina. There was a note of worry in her voice that tugged at my heartstrings.

“We just wanted to let you know that your mother and I are okay,” I began. “I know you’ve heard us fighting, but things are going to be much better from now on.”

“So you’re not getting a divorce?” Julie pressed. Her eyes brimmed with barely held back tears.

“Where did you hear that from?” Aubrey asked, pulling our oldest daughter into a hug.

I grabbed Kary and set her in my lap. She rested her head on my shoulder, looked up at me and said, “I love you, Dad.”

I hugged her tight to me and returned the words.

“Jessica at school told me that her parents are getting a divorce because they fight all the time,” Julie replied, the tears pushing past her control and leaking from her eyes.

“No, baby,” Aubrey hugged her closer. “Your father and I love each other very much. We’re going to stay together forever.”

I realized at that moment how much our children watch us. I don’t remember being that observant at their age, but I wonder now if it’s because I forgot.

We gave hugs all around, and then realized the time. To the girl’s disgruntlement, we put them to bed. After another round of hugs and kisses, and brushing teeth, and attempts at delaying the inevitable, the girls were ensconced in their beds, and the adults were back in my room.

“Thank you for your help,” I told Deana, meaning it.

“You’re a good man, Jared,” she replied. “There’s nothing to thank me for, but I’m glad my daughter has you.”

“You helped her out when she wouldn’t talk to me,” I replied, thinking that if Deana knew the full truth, she’d go running from me as fast as she could. “You were her moral support when she rejected me. I have plenty to thank you for.”

She met my eyes again, and I swear she was reading my soul once more. She must have accepted what I was saying as she nodded and stood up. “I’ll let the three of you work out the rest of it. You don’t need my old bones around for that. I can’t say I understand you kids…” She trailed off as she gave her daughter a hug and walked out, closing the door behind her.

[end part 1]

“We’re at your mercy,” Kristina said, a slight tilt to her lips.

I scowled at her, knowing her words were true, but not liking her implications. I didn’t like having this kind of power…. Okay, that’s not true, I realized as I saw my wife look at me and lick her lips. The power to steal someone’s willpower and make them do as I pleased made me feel strong and important. I knew it was a feeling that was false in nature, though. [i]I[/i] wasn’t strong and powerful. This ability that I’d taken from Kristina was. Sure, I was strong enough to withstand her assault on my mind, but what would happen if someone else did that to me?

I had to admit to myself, finally, that I enjoyed having this power, despite the stress I’d felt since getting it the day before. However, I also had to admit that I didn’t like what it was doing to my morals. Aubrey stood and walked over to me, sitting on my left leg. She gestured for Kristina to join her on my other leg. I knew it was wrong, and that I should come up with a way to return my wife to her real self, but as I felt her lips brush against the side of my neck while she gripped the other woman’s hand and brought it to my crotch, I decided I could worry over that later. I knew I was just coming up with justifications, but it seemed like the best thing at the time.

Weren’t my daughter’s happy because the fighting was going to stop? I could stop it permanently with just a few words. Everything I ever wanted in my marriage could be mine. All I had to do was ask. With just a few words, I could make everyone happy.

All I had to do was change my wife into the woman I thought she was when I married her, and not the woman she was now. Did I have that right? She’d lied to me, belittled me, manipulated me, and… and… and was helping Kristina give me one hell of a hand-job. I was so lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even realized they’d undone my pants and fished my hard member from within.

My moral quandaries were quickly flying out the window and I was finding it hard to care. When Kristina pulled our faces together with her free hand and initiated a three-way kiss, I realized this wasn’t so bad. Maybe I would change some things back in Aubrey, but I didn’t need to change everything, did I? I could feel Kristina’s tongue ring clacking against my teeth before I heard it in my wife’s mouth.

I pulled back for a moment and watched the two beauties make out. Aubrey would often make out with other women when drunk, but never sober. She always claimed it was just to please me, but as I watched the two of them lip-locked with gusto, I wondered if that was true. That, or she was working hard to make it up to me. I leaned back in, but this time went for the side of Aubrey’s neck. I was only there for a few seconds when I felt my wife’s hand leave my turgid cock and move my head over to Kristina’s neck, all while not breaking her kiss to the other woman.

Well, if she’s okay with me necking on the younger woman, then who was I to argue? I could smell my wife’s shampoo in Kristina’s hair as I nibbled and kissed along her slender neck. My right hand slipped down to her tight rear, and fondled her as I felt Aubrey get off my lap. I was about to look to see what she was about, but Kristina’s hand grabbed the back of my head and held me where I was. My wonder was relieved a moment later anyway when I felt a warm, moist mouth slip over my tool.

I couldn’t believe it! I was going to get one of my wife’s fantastic blowjobs, and all while I was fondling and licking another woman! And after I’d already been inside her once before. Sure, Kristina had cleaned me off, but the thought was still deep in my mind.

Her tongue swirled around the sensitive rim, and I almost lost it right then. What can I say? I was turned on. And you can’t really judge my lack of stamina at this point until you’ve experienced one of Aubrey’s blowjobs, which you never will. It didn’t matter that I’d blown my load about an hour earlier, she was just that good.

Kristina’s hand was helping her, making this bar-none the best BJ I’d ever received. My left hand drifted to the back of my wife’s head, not setting her pace, but to encourage her. I heard a frustrated sigh, and realized that I’d forgotten about Kristina.

My right hand lifted and dug into her long black hair, turning her head to face me. Our eyes met for a brief moment. She sucked in her bottom lip, then looked down to the back of Aubrey’s head. In a flash she grinned and pulled off her shirt. I had to let go of her head. Her bra still lay on the floor from our romp from earlier.

I took a bare second to admire her firm, handful sized chesticles, and felt my mouth go dry. The blue barbells piercing the sensitive flesh looked too tempting to pass up. My right hand returned to grip her hair, and I pulled her back and leaned forward, latching onto her left tit.

Kristina gripped the back of my head, and pulled me in tighter. I could barely breathe, but I was okay with that. I couldn’t imagine a better way to suffocate. I used my tongue and teeth to best effect, stimulating the nub and piercing. I swear, just doing that made me three times harder. I really have a thing for pierced nips, and Kristina’s perky ta-tas were wonderful.

I was in heaven! My tongue bathing a pierced nipple, and my wife’s talented lips bringing me ever closer to completion. It was great.

I heard a moan break from Kristina’s throat at the same time Aubrey gasped and pulled off my rigid pole.

“Sorry, Love,” she panted. “I wish I could do more, but there’s too much precum.”

I wanted to curse. I loved the way her tongue moved around my rod, and she sent tingles through me when she sucked on the knob. I hated how rare her blowjobs were, though I understood her issue with my precum. I would never tell her this, but sometimes I think her mouth is better than her pussy. Only her ass tops the list, and that might be because I’ve only ever gotten it twice, years ago.

I remember thinking that I wished there was a way to get her to deal with my precum, when it dawned on me that I was being an idiot. I know, I know. All of you reading this have already been thinking I was an idiot for not using my power more, or for even keeping her around. But you don’t know what I know now. Not yet, at any rate. If I can get my story out before it’s shut down by the shadows behind the strings behind the government, you’ll learn.

Well, to put it bluntly, I didn’t hesitate. I released the barbell between my teeth and said, “Thirty is the answer to life, the universe, and everything.” Perhaps I was driven by a sense of revenge, or lust, or something else, but I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.

Both women froze. They didn’t go stiff, or even limp, but stopped moving. I looked at them and as cliché as it sounds, they had blank looks on their faces. Not dumb looks with their eyes crossed as you often see in poorly done porn films, but rather that they were relaxed. Their eyelids drooped just a little as they sat, waiting.

Now I hesitated a bit. I knew what I was going to do, but I was concerned about getting something wrong. I didn’t want to make drastic changes, and the episode of Aubrey’s guilt was still fresh in my mind. A simple phrase could lead to unintended consequences. I thought through my words, trying to figure out every possible interpretation. I knew what was impossible, but wanted to cover every base I could.

By the time I had my phrasing, I was limp, but excited, and more than a touch nervous. This would be too easy to screw up, but I was confident that I had it right. I grabbed a pen and paper from my desk—thankfully without having to get up and dislodge Kristina from my lap. I took a few more moments to write it down and make sure it was right, before speaking.

“When I pull you out of this trance, your conscious minds will not remember my commands, or that you were even placed in this trance, but you will obey my words.” I leveled my voice, keeping it smooth as I read from my note, despite my pounding heart. I opened my mouth to say more, but stopped. I realized that I should get an understanding of their feelings in order to make sure that my commands were interpreted properly. I turned to the black-haired beauty resting on my right leg. “Kristina, how do you feel about my wife?”

“I think she could treat you better,” she said, her voice carrying that blank quality I’d noted before. “You’re so kind and nice, and she walks all over you. You deserve better.”

While my ego was stoked to hear those words, she was still saying them about my wife. I had to admit that they were true, but I still didn’t like hearing them from someone else.

I tried to peek into her mind, but heard nothing. She didn’t have a thought in her head while under my influence. I wondered if that was what let my words penetrate into the deepest recesses of their minds, without their own thoughts and feelings getting in the way.

I decided to get back to my script, without asking my wife any questions. I’d already gotten enough truths from her. “Kristina, last night you offered to teach my wife how to handle my precum. Tonight you’ll take that opportunity. You’ll do it for two reasons. One, because you know it’ll give me pleasure. Two, because deep down, you want to get along with Aubrey. You don’t want to dominate her, or take her place. The two of you are to become close friends, despite your differences. You both respect each other. You have no problem sharing. If either of you ever gets jealous of the other, for any reason, you will both come to me and talk it over.”

I hoped that would head off any jealousy issues. Now it was time for my wife. I reviewed my notes one more time, just to double check if I’d missed something. I couldn’t think of anything.

“Aubrey…” I had to stop and swallow. I’d managed talking to Kristina just fine, but doing this to my wife hit closer to home. Literally. I took a couple more breaths, then continued. “Aubrey, you will listen to Kristina as she talks you through dealing with your issues with my precum. As you follow her guidance, you will realize that you really don’t have an issue with the texture of my cum. The fact that it is slimy is a kink that you will find yourself enjoying. I want you to understand that you are my wife, and feel confident that no one is going to replace you in that role.”

I stopped to see if anything else would occur to me. There were tons of ideas. I could make them both into whatever I wanted. I could get my wife to be a sexual freak, enjoying whatever I wanted from her. I could make her permanently happy. I could do just about anything. I felt the power of my situation, and it felt good.

My hands started to shake. I felt sweat bead on my forehead. It was too much. I felt that what I had done was minimal, but to do more would be evil. I hadn’t changed my wife’s personality, at least not by much, I hoped. If I followed through with all those other ideas… I would become a monster.

I took a couple minutes to calm myself. Glancing at the clock, I saw that only ten minutes had passed since I gave them the trance command. It felt like so much longer.

I couldn’t delay any more. It was time to see what I’d wrought. Taking one more breath, I spoke the words to return them to full-consciousness. “I aim to misbehave.” I didn’t realize until that moment how accurate my choice in those words were.

In unison, the women blinked, and I heard Aubrey swallow. She was also the first to speak, “Wow. You went down fast.” She seemed to consider something for a moment as she looked at my wilted penis. “Does the fact that I can’t handle your precum turn you off that much?”

I tried to think fast. I saw Kristina look between my lap, and then over to the clock. Too late I realized I hadn’t commanded them to take no notice of the difference in time. “It’s not that it turns me off,” I said, trying to will Kristina to focus back on me. I could sense a bit of annoyance from her. She dropped from my lap, and I thought I’d royally screwed up, but she knelt next to Aubrey. Reaching out a hand, she fondled my package and smiled at my wife. “You know me. I’m a pleaser, and want to please you also. If you’re not enjoying it, then I enjoy it less. And as talented as you are at that….” I trailed off, letting her complete that thought however she wanted.

“I could try to help,” Kristina offered, still looking at Aubrey.

“Would you, please?” I asked, and realized that she’d gotten a double dose of commands now. I’d asked politely, so she’d want to do it, even if I hadn’t given her the earlier command.

“Well, if I’m that bad,” Aubrey whined and tried to stand up. I realized that my request hadn’t been taken the way I’d intended by her.

“No, love,” I told her and placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “You’re great at it. The best! I was referring to her helping you get past your aversion to the texture.”

This appeared to mollify her, and a quick glimpse into her mind showed that she accepted my words. She still wasn’t the happiest, but was willing to let Kristina teach her.

“As I told you before, I kind of like the taste, especially of Jared’s spunk,” Kristina informed her. As she spoke, she continued to fondle, and then stroke me as I grew stiffer. “To get past the slimy texture, I think of it as something to play with. If you make something of a game out of it, it’ll often turn men on as well.” Her gaze turned back to my purple-headed monster, and she used her thumb to milk the tube. A bit of fluid rose from the tip, and she leaned in, touching her tongue to it. She pulled back slowly, the ejaculate stretching between. The string broke, and she licked her lips with a smile. “Yummy. Now you try it.”

I was now fully hard again.

Aubrey looked up at me, but nodded. Kristina used her thumb to coax out another drop, and my wife leaned in, tongue poking from between her teeth. The tip brushed across the hole, and I couldn’t help but moan. Between Kristina’s death grip, and my wife trying to enjoy my ejaculate, I was horny once again. Aubrey smiled at my enjoyment, and pulled back, letting the slimy substance stretch out into a second string.

Before this one could break, Kristina lunged forward and sucked it in. Her hand slid up and down my prick in rapid succession as she leaned in and kissed my wife. I watched, entranced as I saw tongues swapped, and my wife gave as good as she got.

“That wasn’t too bad,” Aubrey said when they broke apart. “And I didn’t mind sharing.”

“See?” Kristina giggled. “Start out small, and you’ll get used to it. You should feel how hard he got when you did that, too.”

Kristina let go, and Aubrey’s tender hand took its place. “That really turned you on, huh?” she asked me.

“That, and the kiss,” I agreed.

“Men!” Both women exclaimed, and then laughed as though they’d made some joke.

“What about if I do this?” Aubrey leaned in and pressed the flat of her tongue against my scrotum, using her hand to press my length against her face. She slid up my pole until she reached the underside of my prod. Then, to my surprise and pleasure, she flicked her tongue across the slit a few times before pulling back, and enjoying a third string of cum connecting us. Before Kristina could dive in and steal this one, Aubrey lunged forward and swallowed as much of my length as she could in one go. She moaned as I felt her mouth muscle swirl around my girth, making me moan in turn. I felt myself hit the back of her throat before she pulled back.

Her saliva coated my cock as she gave it a couple squeezes. “Wow,” was the only word I managed to get past my lips.

“You [i]did[/i] grow harder after that,” Aubrey panted as her hand slid along my length. “That…. That wasn’t so bad. I didn’t gag as much as I used to. I guess taking it slow works.”

“And remember to make it a game of turning him on,” Kristina reminded. Without asking, she leaned in and gave a few expert bobs on my knob. When she pulled off, Aubrey pulled her into a kiss that surprised me a bit, though at this point, I don’t know why. My surprise lifted further when they toppled over onto the floor, in a full make-out session, Aubrey on top.

While I enjoyed the show, I wondered if I’d been forgotten. Another quick delve into their psyches showed that I had.

And my wife was thoroughly enjoying herself as they shared their kiss. Perhaps I’d made a mistake in telling them to become close friends? Despite her making out with other women when she was drunk, she was always adamant that she was straight and women didn’t turn her on. One time, over a decade ago, we tried to have an almost threesome, and the other girl ate my wife out. I’d never felt her dryer down there after the girl got finished. Maybe the girl didn’t know how to eat pussy, but I doubt it. My wife just hadn’t enjoyed it. That night had ended with me pulling out the lube and screwing her, while the other woman watched.

But this before me, was something else. Kristina’s top was already off, and Aubrey’s hands were all over her tits. My wife’s shirt soon followed, and I actually heard her moan as Kristina latched onto one of her nipples.

I decided to join in, and dropped from my chair to help get Aubrey’s pants down and off. The odor of her arousal struck me as I peeled them down past her calves. I could already tell from her mind, and from the emotions roiling off her that she was aroused, but as I stared at her glistening slit, I realized that she was out and out horny.

While she was preoccupied with our house guest, I decided I was going to get a taste of her. The angle sucked, and it didn’t help the she was squirming around atop Kristina, but I leaned in and ran my tongue up the wet pussy. She always kept herself well-trimmed, except during that time of the month. Too late I remembered that she’d been on the rag just the other day. I’d earned my redwings years ago with my first wife, and didn’t care to repeat the process. I didn’t remember any blood from our earlier coupling, but I wanted to be sure.

I pulled back and slipped my middle finger in. I enjoyed the sounds of my wife moaning as Kristina continued suckling on her, and I crooked my finger to massage the front wall of her vagina, finding that spot in her I knew well. When I pulled my finger out, it glistened in the light of my room, but not even the slightest tint of pink. Either she’d lied to me the other day, which I doubted, or she was done.

Either way, with a hungry growl, I dove back in, tongue hungry and lapping at her flowing flower pot. Kristina had done a great job of cleaning her out earlier, as I couldn’t taste any of my own stuff.

I had to place my hands on her hips to keep her from fidgeting too much. Like I said before, the angle was wrong. Then I got the bright idea to pull her hips from over Kristina, and I was able to lie on my back, and slide underneath. There wasn’t a ton of room on my floor between my computer desk and my bed, and we managed to take it up.

I used my right arm to help hold her in place, and snaked my left arm over to find Kristina’s crotch. She must have doffed her pants at some point, as my hand found only skin and rough stubble. I found the barbell piercing the hood of her clit, and played with that for a few moments, as my tongue did the same for my wife. Aubrey’s juices dribbled down my chin, more potent than I could ever remember, but not in a bad way. I continued to nibble on her sensitive nub, occasionally running my tongue the full length of her slit and swallowing what I could. The rest ran down my face and neck.

My left hand slid further, and I noted that Kristina was almost as wet. Her hips lifted, begging me to apply more pressure. I decided to tease her for no reason, and kept my touches light. I felt Aubrey and her shift. Looking up, I saw that my wife now had one of Kristina’s teets between her teeth, while Kristina was still suckling from Aubrey’s slightly larger beast.

I lost track of time, enjoying teasing and pleasing both women. It didn’t matter that neither one was doing anything to me. I was having a great time. I could tell my wife was getting close when I felt her hand press against my head, trying to shove me away.

“No… Honey, stop…” she gasped as I redoubled my efforts and pulled my left arm in to hold her in place. I wasn’t thinking straight, and could only think of drinking up her cum in a few seconds. “You’re going to make me cum, honey! Stop, please!” she pleaded, but I ignored her.

A few seconds later Aubrey’s body started to shudder as her moans grew louder. Loud enough that I truly hoped my daughters were sleeping, and my mother-in-law was watching television. A fresh flow of fluids poured from her and I lightened my assault of her little button. As soon as she came down, I relinquished my grip on her, and she rolled away from me. I rolled to my side and got to my knees to see her glaring at me.

“Why did you do that?” she demanded. She wasn’t quite angry, or hurt, or anything, but I struggled to make sense of the emotions I felt coming from her. One thing I was sure of, was that she wasn’t happy. It took me too long to figure out my mistake.

“What’s wrong?” Kristina asked, not knowing my wife’s physiology. “It looked like you enjoyed that! I know he gave me a couple minor ones, but yours was a doozy!”

I hadn’t even realized I’d gotten her off at all, but that knowledge didn’t replace the regret I felt.

“I’m sorry,” I tried to tell her. “I got caught up in your finally letting me eat you out, and forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Kristina looked between us, still baffled.

It didn’t look like Aubrey was going to answer her, so I did. “Aubrey is like a guy when it comes to her orgasms. She can only have one, and then she’s done. She swells shut afterwards, and becomes too sensitive up there. I guess enough time passed from earlier, so she was okay, but now she’s out of commission down there.”

“Really?” Kristina asked as though I’d just told her my wife was really an alien creature sent here to eat our livers. “So, one hole is out of commission. You still have two others.”

“I won’t do anal,” my wife replied, a bit of heat in her voice.

“Really?” Kristina repeated herself. “Some of my best orgasms with… um… my Ex, Collin, were from anal. I know your husband is a little thick, but—”

“No,” Aubrey cut her off. “I hate the way it makes me feel afterwards. It’s demeaning.”

I knew enough to keep my mouth shut. Sure, I could put them under and make her give it to me, but I felt there was a difference between making her accept the texture of my spunk when she was already giving me some head, versus making her give up her tight ass when she was entirely against it.

Yes, I’m justifying my actions and making excuses. Psychoanalyze me all you want. Judge me all you want. I’ve already done much worse to myself. But you don’t want to read about what I’m going through now…. You want to read about the action, so I’ll let you get back to it.

Kristina looked from Aubrey, to me, to my still stiff member, and then back to my wife, biting her lip. “Well, I enjoy taking it up the ass, and it’d be a shame to let that one go to waste. Do you mind?”

I looked at my wife, wondering what she’d do. My previous command was to share, but would she consider it sharing if she no longer participated? I cursed myself for getting carried away while sucking my wife’s sweet clam, but it was too late to change that now.

“We don’t have any lube,” Aubrey said after the slightest hesitation. I hated that fact, but knew it was true. Why keep lube around, when she wasn’t into anything that would require it, and only a little spit was sometimes needed for the front hole?

“We’ll have to add that to our shopping list the next time we go out,” Kristina said with a grin. Call me a fool, but her words sparked in my mind that there very well could be a next time, and a time after that, and so on. I might actually get a healthy sex life! I was so excited. I didn’t know what I was letting myself in for. I know now.

“You might as well finish him off,” Aubrey waved at my crotch.

Kristina must have heard something that I hadn’t in her voice, or maybe it was that secret communication that women seem to have between each other that transcends mind reading. Instead of jumping on me and riding me to completion as I’d imagined her doing at that point, she hefted her breasts and thought for a moment.

[i]She’s upset. I’d better not screw this up, or I’ll lose my chance with him later. Maybe if I…[/i] her thoughts trailed off as she caught me looking at her. [i]No fair stealing all of a woman’s secrets.[/i]

“I’ve got another idea,” Kristina said and grinned at Aubrey. “Let’s do it together.” The older woman opened her mouth to argue, but she was cut off before she could even speak. “I understand you can’t use your pussy or your ass, but you still have your tits and mouth. Let’s give him a double titty fucking.”

For a moment I was speechless. Even in sex, my wife rarely ever used such blunt vulgarity, so hearing it at all struck a chord in me, and then hearing the thoughts echo in Aubrey’s head as her emotions perked up caught me off guard.

At some unseen signal, they pounced on me, pushing my shoulders back to the floor and knocking me over. They tried to get into position to use their breasts, but there wasn’t enough room for us in any configuration between my desk and the bed.

After a couple of failed attempts, we moved onto the bed, Kristina on my left and my beautiful wife on my right. They leaned in, and while neither one was huge in the rack department, combined they were delightfully warm and soft. They began rubbing against my stiff pole, their nipples pressed together, but I had to stop them almost at once.

“Oh, right!” Kristina giggled, shaking her head. “We should lube you up first. Do you want to do the honors?”

“Let’s share.” Aubrey gripped me at the base and shook my staff. She dropped her head down to lick up the precum that was seeping from me. “You know, this really isn’t so bad after all… huh….”

Kristina looked at me, then my clock, and cocked a half-smile and winked at me before dropping down to join Aubrey.

Let me tell you, if you ever have the chance to have two hot, moist, talented lips and tongues working on you, and you don’t have to worry about jealousy issues, [i]do not[/i] pass it up! It was hard for me to know whose mouth was doing what, but I enjoyed everything. They would swap the head back and forth, while the other would lick and suckle my scrotum or shaft.

Just as I was getting close to blowing, they stopped, lifted their bodies higher, and kissed each other for a few seconds. Drool dripped from their sloppy faces down onto my shaft. They brought their chests together again, and this time there was enough saliva that it didn’t chafe as the four globes filled with men’s dreams and hopes surrounded my prick.

I lack the words to describe how that felt. It was soft, and warm, and wet, and slippery, and yet it was so much more. Those simple words can’t convey just how wonderful it felt as both women continued to make out, while compressing my solid rod between their comfortable breasts. Of course, this is all a long way of saying that I lasted maybe a minute before I blasted the bottoms of their chins with long, stringy shots of pinkish-grey goo. My second explosion of the night, but no less powerful for coming later.

Both women giggled as I shook and shuddered beneath them. My delight wasn’t over though, as Kristina moved and started cleaning my wife’s neck and chest of my spunk. I watched in fascination as her tongue pointed out from between her lip and scooped some up from Aubrey’s neck. She turned to smile at me, showing it on her protruding muscle, then lifted back up to kiss my wife with it still in her mouth.

I’m sure if I were ten years younger, or not quite as exhausted, I would have gotten hard again as I watched them share my seed. I felt a little guilty for using my power to manipulate the two women, but mostly I felt content.

Looking back now, this is where my descent into true depravity and evil began. I justified it as minor things, for good reasons. I came up with excuses. I was going to make the world a better place. So many good intentions… at first.

So, I’m going to cheat a little bit right here. This part might be confusing, because it didn’t actually happen to me. As far as I can tell, this is when outside events line up.

You remember how Kristina had mentioned someone shot the man who gave her the power? And how they were after that man? Whoever [i]they[/i] are. Well, they weren’t happy to find him dead, and the power gone. They wanted it back.

I won’t reveal their real names. I’m even making up the name they have for the power to protect my story, and you readers. I have no doubt that if I mention their names, they’ll find these documents and scrub them from the web. They have that kind of power. Massive computer systems scrub the internet—both known and the dark web—looking for any reference to them. They are fanatical in removing it. [i]Deadly[/i] fanatical. They have their fingers in every government agency in the world, including those that don’t officially exist.

I tell you this as a warning. If I ever reveal their true names, [i]don’t[/i] mention them yourself. Not even in speaking with a friend. Your phones are bugged. Even your televisions are listening, not to mention all those Internet of Things systems out there, in millions of homes. Nothing is safe. You can talk about this story, just be cautious in what you say around [i]any[/i] electronics. In fact, please do talk about this story whenever you can, but be cautious of specifics.

I know I may sound like a paranoid crazy person, but I’ve seen it. Wearing a tinfoil hat won’t help. I’m not making a joke there. People who wear tinfoil hats to protect their minds are idiots. Think more along the lines of Magneto and his helmet. The power can be blocked, but it takes a specially designed helmet that makes you look like a moron, and really stand out. Or you have to have the power a lot more powerfully than whoever is attacking you. Willpower plays into it as well, which is why I managed to resist Kristina when she attacked me the other day.

I’ve been inside this organization (that has no name of its own), and know what they’re capable of. I…. Well, maybe it would be best to start out slow here. What I know, I either experienced or pulled from someone else’s mind. This next part is from the latter, which will be obvious as you read it.

Just remember that you’ve been warned. I don’t blame you if you get scared, and decide to quit reading this. I can only hope that there are a few brave souls out there that keep going until the end. People with strong wills that aren’t afraid to spread the word about this organization, and stop them from the evil they’re capable of. Spread the word until the end.

“What do you mean, you lost her trail?!” Agent in Charge Dupris’s voice screamed. Even though the vibrations from his voice were being transmitted from the device that acted as both speaker and mic implanted onto her jawbone, the voice sounded loud. “You promised you would have the girl in custody by the end of today. How the hell did you lose her?”

Agent Alaneese flinched from the anger, though she knew there was nothing he could do to her. Not at this distance from home base. She looked to her rookie partner, Agent Mueller, and he offered her a sympathetic smile that was only visible in the dim light because of his white teeth. His ebony skin made him nearly invisible, otherwise. She was the senior agent, so it fell to her to respond.

“Her pimp wasn’t in any, um, position to tell us anything, but we managed to track her to a truck stop. After that, we have footage of her getting into a different long hauler in Glendale, Nevada,” she kept her voice calm as she whispered back. The communications device that was implanted when she joined the organization could pick up the slightest vibrations from speech, and transmit them to the other end at full volume. The fact that Dupris’s voice was so loud was a testament to his anger. “We tracked that truck into Salt Lake City, but she must have gotten off before that. We’re backtracking now.”

“You find that little bitch, and you get her to give us back what’s ours, am I clear?” Dupris’s teeth ground audibly through the connection.

[i]It was clear the last five times you told me,[/i] she thought, but instead said, “Of course, Sir.”

She felt the slight tingle that told her the connection was cut on the other end.

“Why is he so hot on this one?” Mueller asked. “What’s the big deal about this Franklyn guy? And why is it so important to get the [i]Animperio[/i] back from this whore?”

Alaneese pinched the bridge of her nose as she grimaced. She knew the answer to that question, but it wasn’t her place to give it away. Agent Dupris brought Franklyn in. The fact that Franklyn made it through the screening process and was granted the [i]Animperio[/i], yet still betrayed them and ran away didn’t bode well for Dupris. Alaneese and Mueller were sent to bring him back, preferably dead, and retrieve his power. They needed him dead before extracting the [i]Animperio[/i], so that the power would weaken slightly. If passed on from living host, to living host, it grew in strength. The organization was careful to ensure it never grew too strong. The consequences of that happening were not worth considering.

They needed to find this girl and kill her fast. She would already be stronger than either of them, unless she had an extremely weak willpower to begin with. She shouldn’t be stronger than the two agents combined.

All of that was above Mueller’s current clearance. Hell, some of it was above her current rank, but that was because she’d been demoted. She was lucky she hadn’t been killed—or worse—and knew she had her good looks, and almost stellar track record to thank for that. Not that anyone granted the [i]Animperio[/i] was ever unattractive for long. Having the power brought their internal image of themselves out, forcing the body to comply. The stronger the willpower, the quicker the transformation. She’d been a beauty before joining the organization, though, and tended to stand out, even amongst other agents.

“It doesn’t matter,” she told her partner, securing her braided blonde hair inside her motorcycle helmet. She hit the ignition button. The key fob injected in her right hip allowed the bike to start up without killing her. If anyone tried to steal her ride, they wouldn’t live to tell the tale. Despite the rumble of her Harley Davidson between her thighs, her mic implant picked her words up and sent them directly to Mueller. “Orders are orders, and we’re to follow them. We need to find this girl, and kill her as soon as possible. Anyone she’s used the [i]Animperio[/i] on will also need to be put down to avoid any complications.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” his words came to her from where he straddled his bike. He turned and looked at the body of the trucker where it slumped next to his truck. “I’m not dumb enough to question orders. How’d you get him to off himself when he’d already been controlled once, anyway? I thought it was impossible if someone else had already stolen their willpower.”

“That’s above your paygrade, rookie,” she kicked her bike into gear and headed for the I-15 freeway. They had a lot of ground to cover in order to figure out where the little tramp had left the trucker. She wasn’t making Alaneese’s night any easier, and the agent was already pissed off. The air was too cold to be riding a motorcycle, and it was only her ability with the [i]Animperio[/i] that kept frostbite at bay. It didn’t please her that they were getting stares from the stupid civilians that had no idea who really ran their world. At least the roads were clear of snow. It was already taxing enough to keep the cold off, without having to deal with keeping the bike upright on slick roads. “Don’t ask questions, or you’ll end up like that trucker back there.”

“You can control Ani’s too?” Mueller’s voice asked in shock. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. I don’t think I want to know.”

For just a moment, she debated on showing her partner just what she was capable of. Because of her previous rank, she knew secrets of the [i]Animperio[/i] that would make Mueller’s blood run colder than this Northern Utah winter night. He had no idea how many death’s she’d caused, just since chasing after this tramp. The trucker behind them was the only one he was witness to. A testament to how subtle she could work the power.

The trucker revealed that he’d dropped her off yesterday morning at a gas station by Bangerter Highway. They were close, and the whore would be dead very soon.