When she awoke the following morning he had long ago left the bed; there wasn’t even a warm spot where he’d been.  She heard something distantly occurring rooms away, possibly in the hobby room, and wondered when he’d gotten up.  And in what mood.  What state.

She dragged herself out of bed and threw on her robe, then made her way out into the living room.  She looked at the sofa where... it... had happened.  At the loveseat where Joss had sat and watched.  And did other things.

And there was the Demesne Sirine, uncorked and left to grow stale while she slept the sleep of the guilty.  She tipped it into her mouth and swallowed; it wasn’t so bad.  After last night, a bit of breakfast wine didn’t seem like too bad an idea.  She glanced around guiltily in case Jake was watching, then shook her head at her own silliness.  Jake was completely—

hypnotizable

—non-judgmental about such things, always had been.  She took another tug at the bottle then dug around in the drawer until she found a stopper.  ’Sirine was too precious to throw out for the minor sin of six hours of oxidation.  She saw the clock.  Fuck, nine hours.  Why had she slept so long?  She thrust home the stopper, wincing at the blasphemy of putting the bottle in the fridge.  Coffee, her inner voice urged.  And breakfast.  More traditional, solid, and not alcoholic.

When the coffee maker started chirping its completion she started pouring, and Jake came in as she added sugar.  He came up behind her and kissed her neck, careful to wait until she wasn’t in danger of splashing or spilling.  “Morning, baby.”

“Morning, love.  You... sleep okay?”

“Of course.  We had a nice time last night.  That always helps me sleep.”

“We... sure did.”  She wondered what his brain had made up to fill the empty spaces she’d left there.

“Why did Jocelyn leave so early?  I barely even got to see her.”  He fetched a mug and she watched his face while he filled it.  “I mean, it’s fine, but she didn’t even say goodbye.  Or even drink her wine, which is even more unlike her.”

“She... she had an emergency.  Her... sister.”

“The divorce thing?”

“I think so.  I’ll text her later to find out how it went.”

“Well, I’m sorry you didn’t get to spend much time with her.  That sucks.”

“That’s okay.”  She was here for over an hour and watched you eat me out and delete your memory of it.  Temporarily.   “I got to spend my time with you instead.”

“You see me every night.”

“Never gets old.”

He stepped into her space.  “I agree.”  He kissed her on the forehead, then on the lips.  “I’ve started moving those crappy old bookshelves.  So I can put in new, less crappy shelves.”

“My hobby room!”

“The very same.”

“What inspired you to do that on a Sunday?”

“I dunno.”  He looked thoughtful but cheerful.  “I know you’ve wanted it done forever, and it seemed like it was time I did what I said I was gonna do.”

“That’s so sweet, baby, but—” I am completely obedient for you.  “—there’s, you know, no rush.”  She gagged on the words and on the thoughts accompanying them.  No.  Don’t do this because I hypnotized you to do it.  Do it because you want to.  Because you love me.

“Honey?”  Jake was looking at her now, concerned.  “You okay?  I thought you’d be pleased.”

She forced herself to smile.  “Oh, I am.”  The memory of his voice echoed in her memory: I want to please you.   “I am.  I’m just thinking of all the things we’ll need to do to get that room into shape.  It’s a lot.”

“You’re not wrong.  That’s why it was good to get it started now.”

“Sure.”  She kissed him again.  “Thank you, baby.  I really do appreciate it.  Appreciate you.”

“You’ll have to show me how much later.”

“I’m... sure that can be arranged.”

He looked at her oddly, perhaps hurt at the distance in her acknowledgement of the flirtation.  She hugged him tightly and then went in search of a slice of sourdough.

Jake had taken his coffee back to the other room.  Emily was sipping hers and crunching into the toast, lost in thought, when her phone lit up with a new message from Jocelyn.

Hey.

Emily didn’t know what about those three letters seemed so overwhelming but she didn’t know how to respond to them so she just stared and sipped her caffeine-with-flavors.  Eventually Joss grew impatient or something and continued:

My mind is still scrambled from last night.  How's yours?

My mind is fine, she thought.  I'm more worried about Jake's. Instead she was noncommittal.

Doing okay.  We didn't drink our Sirine.

Ouch.  A genuine wine foul.  I guess we got a little distracted.

A little. 

You okay?

Still processing. 

Tell me about it!  (No, really: tell me about it!)

Jake doesn't remember you leaving last night, which is fine I guess, but he barely even remembers you being here.  He asked why you bailed so quickly and I told him it was an emergency.  Your sister's divorce.  

Oh, God. THAT clusterfuck.  Don't remind me. 

Just be prepared if he asks.

Got it.  “I'm sleeping over at your house; you're sleeping over at my house.”  Mom will never suspect.

Ugh.  I hate that.  The dishonesty. 

Yeah, me too, kinda.  But they're benefitting directly from the deception, so... is anyone being harmed, really?

Oh?  What benefits is Timothy receiving?

I pretty much sexually assaulted him last night when I got home.  He should press charges.

Wow.

Wouldn't stand up in court, though.  They'd never believe he was unwilling.  Because he certainly wasn't. 

I'm glad your sex life is going strong.

It sooooooo is.  He remarked that I've been ridiculously horny every time I come home from Wine Night and asked me when the next one is. 

LOL  That tracks.  We should have another, soon, to expiate our sins against the goddess of the grape.

Your place again?

Emily thought about the sofa and the loveseat and the activities that were getting her best friend's husband such a randy wife and felt conflicted. 

How about Vanities this time?  Just us girls, okay?

Sure.   That's cool.

She thought about explaining herself further, but didn't want to get into it in text. Many thoughts, she wrote.  Tuesday night okay?  Jake has happy hour after his staff meeting. 

Tuesday it is.

Emily felt better after the exchange with Joss.  She still didn't feel great about last night's events— at least, not the final event—but she was starting to come around to her friend's point.  If it wasn't exactly Good Clean Fun and instead was Wicked Dirty Fun... to be fair, it wasn't like Jake would complain.  This was giving him what he wanted, honestly; and more frequently. Timothy, too, was a charitable recipient of this largesse.  Morally sketchy to do that to Jake... with Jake,  without asking his permission?  Possibly.  But if it had been mostly for her own deviant enjoyment... well, everyone else was getting nothing but benefits as well.  Even the memory alteration was specifically for Jake’s comfort, to cover her error and remove his fear, his distress.  And it wasn’t forever: when she figured out a better solution she would reverse it, let him remember what had happened.  He might even laugh, or maybe get off on it like Jocelyn did.

She sat and pondered for a while longer, then finally smiled weakly.  When she finished her coffee, she  went back to her bedroom to hit the shower. 

***

“Fuck.”

Be careful out there tonight, baby.  We’re supposed to get dumped on with snow.  Blizzard conditions, they said.  Low visibility.

Emily reread the chat message from Jake and reiterated: “Fuck.”  To add insult to injury, her phone hummed and a Winter Storm Warning banner appeared at the top of her screen.  She clicked on it and screenshotted the warning, then forwarded the image to Jocelyn.  We’re supposed to get up to 8 inches tonight!

It was several moments later when the response came back:

I would love to get 8 inches tonight.

I’m sure Timothy will do his best.  Sounds dangerous to go downtown tonight, though.  Should we cancel?

No!  We could go to Images.

Screw that.  No freeway, but that narrow road will be a nightmare.

We could come here.  But Timothy will be home and that might... stifle discussion.

Crap.  It was hardly a neutral location, but...

We can come here.  It’s fine.

Mmmmm.. Returning to the scene of the crime!

She was seven words into correcting her friend: that there was no “crime”, you idiot, that—she stopped herself and deleted it all.  It looked overly defensive, even to her.

Whatever.  See you at 7?

Looking forward to it.

She fired off a quick response to Jake, telling him not to worry since they would be staying home tonight.  He responded with a thumbs up and a heart.

Emily put the finishing touches on her makeup, then approached her shoe shelves.  She considered putting on her fuzzy slippers, but they didn’t really go with the rest of the outfit, so she selected the matching heels she’d originally planned on.  It wasn’t like she’d have to walk far in them.  Just back and forth from the kitchen to the couch, most likely.  And they really made the whole thing work, she thought as she watched herself put them on in the full-length mirror.

She was done early since she’d allocated time for the drive, and she used the extra time to lay out a charcuterie board and set out a bottle of Amélie, one of Jocelyn’s favorites.  As she debated on the compromised Demesne Sirine, the front door opened and she heard the telltale stomping of Joss’s boots on the doormat.  “Come into the kitchen,” Emily called out.  “I’m prepping.”  

The boots came closer.  “Wow.  Are we going clubbing tonight, or what?”

Emily turned to embrace her friend and was momentarily taken aback.  Jocelyn wore a little black dress, tight in all the right places to entice the viewer into naughty thoughts.  The hemline went to the lower thigh, but the slit to the side belied any attempt at modesty.  Her boots were not stilettos, exactly, but they could easily be confused for them.

She herself hardly had room to talk, she knew; her clothing selection was even more provocative.  Emily had chosen a slinky confection of satin and mesh that she had kept from her late college years; she’d considered donating it to Goodwill several times through the years but had always resisted—she’d worn it on one of her first dates with Jake... the night they’d been intimate for the first time.  The night he’d...  She’d kept it and not worn it since, but tonight... tonight she’d stood and run her hands over the silky material for several moments before taking it off the hanger and putting it on.  It was a little tighter than it’d used to be, but for her mood... that was all to the good.  What had started as a whimsical try-on had morphed into the evening’s questionable decision, and having seen how she looked in the mirror, how sensual and seductive she’d appeared... she had been unable to resist.  Still, she couldn’t let Jocelyn’s appearance go unremarked.  “Wow.  Those boots.  You’re crazy.  You could have died walking from the car to my front door in those.”

“Like you should talk, slut.  Your heels are even worse.”

“I only had to walk from my bedroom to the kitchen.  There’s less ice on the floor than you’d think.”

“You’re lucky you live in a one-story house.  One false step and you’d need paramedics and one of those neck-thingies.”

They both fell silent, looking each other up and down, then laughed to ease the tension.  “Come on,” said Emily, grabbing the board and the ’Sirine and leading the way back to the living room.  “It’s time.”

“Amen!” replied Joss, picking up the Amélie and her own glass.

Emily laid the food and the wine on the coffee table then took her seat on the sofa.  Jocelyn glanced over at the loveseat before electing to be closer to the wine by joining her friend on the sofa.  She crossed her legs and faced Emily.

“So...”

“So.”  Emily wasn’t sure where to start.  How have you been since you masturbated watching me hypnotize my husband?  Probably not.  “What did Timothy think about that dress tonight?”

“He hasn’t seen it yet.  His commute is an hour at the best of times.  Tonight?  I left him a crock pot full of split pea soup.  He’s probably still not home.  He’ll get to enjoy the dress later.”

“I’ll bet he will.”

Jocelyn tittered and poured wine into both of their glasses, and transitioned into discussion about work.  That safe topic got them halfway through the bottles; the red was not up to snuff due to its detour into sitting out all night, but Joss clearly was not dissatisfied with the white.  It wasn’t until they breached the halfway point in their bottles that they returned to recent form.

“...and then I was like, ‘I wish Emily could hypnotize you, too.  Because I really, really want to see you on your knees.’”

“Ouch.”

“No, don’t—I didn’t mean it like that!  Certainly not about Connor.  Not in a weird way.”

“Is there any other way to mean it?”

“I guess... not.”  Jocelyn stared into her glass, then their eyes met over its rim.  “Have you?  You know... since?”

“No.”  Emily put her glass down.  “I felt like... I shouldn’t press my luck.  That thing I did last time, it was...”

“Hot!”

“Nnnnoooo, it was not hot.  It was an emergency, it was poorly thought out, and it was—”

“Still hot!”

“How the hell can you say that?  I messed with his head, and it was clumsy as fuck.”

“I mean, you’ve been messing with his head the whole time, one way or another.  That was just... I haven’t been able to get that image out of my head.”

“What image?”

“When you grabbed him, his chin, turned it toward you, demanded he look into your eyes... and how he fell...”  The other woman swallowed hard and set her glass down to match.  “How he went from totally freaking out to all calm and glaze-y and didn’t even flinch when you told him not to remember.  The... the raw...”

“Power?” Emily finished for her.

Jocelyn’s pupils were dilated, her breathing deep.  “Yeah.  That.  It was... well, let’s just say Timothy wasn’t enough for me that night.  Or the next night.  Or last night either.”

“Wow.”  Emily was feeling warm from the wine and smirked.  “Lucky him.”

“Oh, we all had our fun, I’m sure.  I may or may not have had to use my fingers once he fell asleep.”

That had escalated quickly.  “May?  Or... may not?”

Direct eye contact, now, and a quiet vocalization: “May.”

“I see.”  Emily uncrossed and recrossed her legs and noticed Jocelyn deliberately not noticing.  “I can’t exactly blame you for that.  Watching Jake do that for me is pretty arousing.”

“Oh?  How do you know that?”

Emily chuckled darkly and leaned into the back cushion.  “Darling, do you think I haven’t watched in a mirror?”

“Oh.”  Joss contemplated this for a moment, then broke the staring contest in favor of her wine.  After sipping and replacing, she licked her lips and continued.  “Was he... aware...?”

“The times with the mirror?  Usually.  We used to do that from time to time when we were dating.  It’s been awhile since we were that... kinky.  But the other day, I... just... couldn’t... help it.”

“He was...?”

“In trance.  Yes.”  

Emily gazed with half-lidded eyes across the couch to the other woman, and saw something in Jocelyn’s attentive stare, her languid movements, reminiscent of the look on Jake’s face.  It wasn’t the same thing, not really, but it was a reminder of who controlled this room.  There was no mesmerized husband kneeling at her feet, but Emily found herself getting wet talking about it this way.

“How often do you...?”

“Hypnotize him.”

“Yesss.”  Joss exhaled through her nose.

“Not as often as you might think.  Certainly not as often as you would, I’m sure.  You’re much pervier than I am.”

The other woman didn’t even try to look offended.  “What makes you say that?” she purred.

“I’m getting delightful oral from my husband, but I could already have that whenever I wanted.  I am controlling him with my eyes, with my words... with my... my cunt.” The word left her lips unbidden and she felt an illicit thrill at using it in this context.  “And it’s a power rush, truly.  Extraordinary.  It really gets me off, in ways I never could have expected.  But you...”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not getting any of that.  You’re just watching him go under for me.  Obey me. Tongue me.”  Jocelyn's pupils dilated and it made Emily shiver inwardly at the visible level of interest.  Emily finished her glass and circled wine-dampened lips with her fingers, then licked the residue off.  “And I think you’re enjoying it even more than I am.”

“Uh... uh huh.”  Jocelyn leaned in.  “And, what, pray tell, do you think that says about me?”

Emily's breathing was deep, her breasts pushing against the thin material of the dress, nipples prominent.  “I think—”

The door opened, gusting wind blowing flakes over the threshold.  “Fuck, it’s insane out there.  Hi, Joss!  I’m gonna need you to move your car so I can get into the garage.”

“Oh.  Hi, honey!”  Emily’s heart was thudding in her chest at the surprise.  “You’re home... sooner than I expected!”

“Yeah, it was getting nasty out there and none of us wanted to get stuck, so we called it early.”

“I can’t blame you for that.”

Jocelyn looked mildly shocked at the interruption and shook herself slightly. “Yeah, let me get my purse, I’ll—”

Jake looked them both up and down, struggling valiantly to not make it lascivious.  He mostly succeeded, but Emily knew there was no way he could avoid noticing the level of provocation to which their fashion choices had advanced.  She enjoyed the way his eyes lingered on her own dress and wondered if he was remembering the last time she'd worn it.  His glance at Jocelyn was more cursory and habitual, but she could see the subconscious assessment there.  He was, after all, only a man, and a sexually healthy one at that.  Emily could hardly blame him for looking at Joss that way.  She knew she'd be doing far worse in his place. Had been, in fact, if she were being honest. 

In the process of Jake's evaluation he took notice of the thin heels of Joss's boots.  “You know what?  I don’t want you to get hurt out there.  Just toss the keys to me, I’ll take care of it for you.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.  I have to go back out there anyway.  If you’ll trust me with your ride.”

“That old thing?  Bang it up a bit; it’ll give me an excuse to get something new and exciting.”  She produced her key fob and gave it an underhand throw in his vague direction which, to his credit, he fielded effortlessly.  “Thanks, Jake.  I appreciate that.”

He grunted acknowledgement and the room grew chill again for an instant as he stomped back out.

“Well,” said Jocelyn.  “That was a surprise.”

“Yeah,” replied Emily, phone in hand, swiping.  “He did send a text saying he was coming home and I missed it.”

“You must have been distracted.”

“By wine!”  She hoisted the empty glass in a silent toast.

The other woman wore a straight face but there was mischief in her brown eyes.  “Exactly!”  She met Emily’s wine bid and raised it by a sip.  “Well, this changes things a bit.”

“We’ll have to tone down the rhetoric.”

“No more ‘rhetoric’?  That’s no fun.”

“There are some things husbands don’t need to hear.”

“There seems to be a lot of that going around lately.”  They could dimly hear the garage door closing, and they both sat and listened for the punctuating thud.  “There are lots of options for that, you know.  Very interesting options.”

Emily sat silently with that for a moment, long enough that they heard Jake’s footsteps approach as he cast open the front door again.  This time he actually started removing his shoes and his jacket.  “You’re good, Joss.  Parked back in the driveway, under the overhang, but it’s flying in all directions out there.  You’ll probably need to brush down your windshield when you leave.”  He returned her keys and put his coat in the front closet.  “So, what have you two been up to?”  He picked up the two bottles, held them up to the light.  “Uh huh.  I see.  Maybe you should stay the night, Joss.”

“I’ll be okay in a couple of hours.”

“Hmmm.  Maybe.  I’ll drive you home, if need be.”

“Not yet!”

“Nah, you can keep going, for now.”  He kissed Emily and inhaled her breath.  “Yeah, I think my diagnosis of Drunky-McDrunkDrunk was pretty spot-on.”

“Nuh uh.  We’re Buzzy-McBuzzBuzzed.”

“Sure you are.  I’m gonna go get changed.”

“Don’t change!  We like you just the way you are.”

“Thank you, Joss.  I think I’ll change anyway.”

“He’s no fun.”

“Right?!”  Emily got up and did just fine in her heels, thank you very much, as she made a round trip through the kitchen, trading the shreds of cheese and crackers that were all that remained of their snacking in return for two big glasses and a full carafe of water. Just to be sure.  She poured for both of them.

“We could make him fun, though,” Jocelyn offered in a low tone when Emily had resettled herself on the couch.

Emily's mental process halted at this, then slid inexorably back into the space she'd been in before Jake's arrival.  The beginnings of a smile touched her lips.  “We?”

It was hard to tell if Joss was blushing, but she lost a bit of her composure at the challenge.  “You,” she corrected.  “You could make him... you know... fun.”

“Could I?  Hmmmm... what did you have in mind?”

“I mean...” The other woman glanced at the bedroom door and kept her volume just above a whisper.  “Last time you... did what you did... because Jake was spooked by being watched, right?  What if it didn't bother him?  What if he actually...”

“Enjoyed it?”  Emily sampled the flavor of that idea, and the taste was... not bad.   Not bad at all.

“Mmhmmm.”  Her best friend's smile broadened and perhaps even looked slightly evil.  She had started on the water, now, but she was drinking it as sensuously as if it were wine.  Letting it drift over her palate, tongue moving it about her mouth, then slowly swallowing.  The licking of her full lips afterward was a bit less on the classy side, but the vulgarity of it was sexy in its own way.

“I’ll have to think about it.  I don’t know that I’ve tried anything that radical before. It might take some time.  Multiple sessions.”

“Oh no,” Jocelyn snarked.  “Putting that poor man under repeatedly, with your eyes and with your... other methods.   Anything but that.”

“I’m just saying...”  Emily uncrossed her legs, absently.  “...if you wanted to assess my... methods, you would probably miss most of the fun.”  She slowly recrossed them once more, more deliberately.

“I don’t know.  I think you underestimate your persuasiveness.”  She was subtle about the way she took in her friend’s lower limb movements, but proved that slight deception wasted by immediately following  suit.  Her LBD had started racy but was now on a slow slide into indecent as its hemline rose with her motions.  “We—you could start tonight.  See how far you can get without all those extra sessions.  For reinforcement.”

“Interesting,” she pondered, her voice low and velvet as they both turned at the emergence of Jake from the bedroom.  He wore a loose set of pajama pants, supplemented with a flannel/t-shirt combination Emily had been known to characterize as his “lumbersnack” look.  She was definitely in the mood for a morsel now.

“What is?” he wondered.

“Nothing,” replied Emily.

“Yeah, everything’s dull and boring.  It might,” Joss smirked, “put you to sleep.”

Emily glared at her without any seriousness.  “Come sit with us, Jake,” she said, patting the space next to her.

He sat where he was bidden, looking over their state of dress again, this time less hesitantly.  “Sorry the weather spoiled your plans. You two gals look like you were headed out to do some serious clubbing.”

“What, this old thing?” Joss responded.  “I just didn't have anything else to wear.  Behind on my laundry.”

“Sure...”  He was running his eyes over Emily a bit hungrily, and it was as flattering as it was predictable.  “But I haven't seen that dress on you since...”

“Mmmmm. You remember!”

“There are some things I can't forget.   Nor want to.”

And some things you will forget, whether you want to or not.  Poking at that thought stung a bit, like a hurt tooth you couldn't help prodding with your tongue, but in her current mood it gave her an endorphin rush as well.  Joss wasn't wrong about the power it revealed in her, and that kind of authority was proving quite arousing.  And maybe addictive.  “Thank you, Jake. It's good to feel appreciated.”  She leaned in to kiss him, reaching out to cup his cheek. 

“Hmmm... should I leave you two alone?”  Jocelyn sounded like she was joking.  Mostly. 

“That won't be necessary,” she replied, the touch of his face becoming a caress.  “Jake, look into my eyes and tell me what you see there.”

His eyes glazed over and he whispered, “The spirals...spinning...”

Jocelyn breathed and it sounded like a sigh, but Emily didn't have attention to spare for her right now.   In some ways, in these moments I'm as lost in him as he is in me.  She knew the ask here was beyond what she'd looked to have him do in the past, and that she might have to spend more time on the entrancement process than before. “Yes, Jake.  Endlessly spinning for you.”

Her voice dropped into that low, warm register she had adopted for his devotions and reserved only for these moments.  “Those beautiful, lazy spirals turning in my eyes.  Perfectly circular pulling you deeper with every rotation.  You don't have to do anything— you can't do anything—except look.  Look, and let them take you.”

Jake’s breathing slowed, his shoulders easing as the familiar blankness began to settle over his features.  The contrast to what she was hearing from Jocelyn was marked: she was breathing faster, Emily was certain, taking nearly two breaths to Jake's one.

“Deeper now,” Emily continued, soft and unhurried. “Every turn of the spirals draws you down further. Down into that warm, quiet place where nothing matters except my voice… and my eyes… and how good it feels to let go. To let go and be hypnotized by me.”

She watched his pupils dilate, his lips parting slightly.  Like he had something to tell her but couldn't find the words. Something like, “I am your hypnoslave.”  She felt her pussy grow steamier at that thought.  My God, I’ve been reading too much porn lately. This was her husband, for fuck's sake.  Not some boytoy.  Not usually, anyway.  Not always. 

The erotica she'd consumed lately had provided one benefit, at least: she had good ideas for what to say to him.  Or hot ideas, at any rate.   Whether they were good ideas or not remained to be seen.   “That’s it, my love.  You can feel it, can’t you? That lovely, heavy pull… drawing you in… making your mind soft and open for me. For my voice.  Only my voice.”

Emily let the silence stretch for a moment, letting him marinate in the sensation. Jocelyn was completely still behind him, though Emily could sense the tension she emitted.

“Repeat after me, Jake,” she murmured. “I am sinking deeper into your spirals. I hear only your voice."

“I am sinking deeper into your spirals,” he echoed, voice already thick and dreamy. “I hear only your voice.”

“Good boy. Again.”

“I am sinking deeper into your spirals. I hear only your voice.”

Emily had him repeat it three more times, each repetition slower and softer than the last, until the words seemed to melt on his tongue.

“Very good, my love.”  She felt it was safe to break eye contact now.  His eyes glistened but saw very little at this point, she suspected.  Or only what she wanted him to see, rather.   She sipped water to replenish the fluids that were... very present... in her nether regions.

Jocelyn was a wreck.  Her crossed legs were tensing and releasing... tensing... releasing... her own eyes starting to fog over, but with lust rather than trance, presumably.  How distant were those two states of mind? Emily wondered.  For Jake, not distant at all.  Joss glanced at Jake's back and whispered, “Is he deep enough?”

Emily shrugged.  Maybe?

“You could...”  She licked her lips as Emily stared at her.  “He always goes deep when he's eating you... eating you out.  That's what he's most susceptible to.  Maybe that's the way to make sure he's...”

Emily tried unsuccessfully to keep the smirk off her face.  Yes, I know that's what you want.  To see my husband subservient and devouring my pussy, Joss.  But you're not the one in charge here.  And Emily was enjoying prolonging her own agony, was making herself wait to heighten the tension.  “Mmmmm... patience...”

Joss was being anything but patient.   She was sneaking a squeeze of her breasts here and there through her dress when she thought her friend wasn't paying attention.  Emily was absorbing everything, though, and not fooled.  The prominence of her friend's nipples through the fabric left little room for misinterpretation.

Emily conceded that Jocelyn might have been onto something, though, and didn't discard the idea entirely.  “Jake,” she began again in that sultry tone, “think about what it feels like to worship me.  To worship my pussy.”

He was still blank, but a smile curled his lips.  “Imagine you're down on your knees right now between my legs.  Expressing your devotion.  Pleasing me.”  She glanced down at his pajamas.  She was quite certain his imagination was creating very real effects. 

“Now feel how slow your thoughts are becoming with every lick... every taste… so heavy and relaxed. So perfectly still. The deeper you go, the better it feels. The better it feels, the deeper you go. Into my hypnosis... and into my pussy.”

She stroked his cheek again, slow and possessive.  

Joss looked at her pleadingly, her hands at her chest, near her neckline.  Emily smiled sweetly, the benefactrix, and nodded. You may. The other woman wasted no time; she slid the dress's straps off her shoulders and drew the entire top down to just above her navel.

Emily had seen those breasts before; best friends just... did, one time or another.  But context was everything: changing into a swimsuit in a beach cabana or being helped into a wedding dress had nothing in common with this situation.   As the warm, coffee-hued flesh and large brown areolae were bared, engorged and attention-seeking, Emily felt her fires stoked down below.  Jocelyn began to unapologetically pinch and tweak her nipples.  When she tried to raise her skirt, however, her hostess shook her head vigorously.

“Patience,” she warned, and the other woman whined but obeyed.  Emily returned her attention to Jake's—

programming

—instructions, though she wasn't completely able to avoid the distraction of her guest's activities.  “You love this feeling, don’t you, darling? Being open for me. Being blank and obedient. Hypnotized for my pussy.  Say it.”

“I love being open for you,” he whispered. “Being blank… and obedient.”  For half an instant Emily thought Joss was going to say it, too.  I truly do control this room.  She smiled, slow and satisfied. The tension in the air thickened like honey.  “Hypnotized for your pussy.”

“Even deeper now, Jake. Let go of any last resistance. Feel it melting away… dissolving with every slow breath of my scent. Your mind is becoming so perfectly helpless. You don’t want to think. You don’t need to think. All you want is to sink… and obey… and feel how good it is to be completely open to my suggestions, just as my legs are completely open for your mouth.”

She paused, watching his face go slack with deeper surrender. His pants were anything but slack, though.

“Very good. All the way down for me now, Jake. All the way down into perfect, helpless trance… where my... my cunt becomes your world, my words become your truths.  Your only truths.”

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to an intimate purr.

“And now that you’re this deep, now that you’re completely mine… you’re going to imagine something new.

“Imagine...” Emily stared at the tableau before her: her mesmerized Jake, hard as a rock, fantasizing about having his face between her thighs but not touching her yet.  And her best friend: roughly plucking her nipples, squeezing her thighs together like a filthy-minded college freshman girl in a boring seminar with too many hormones and an intrusive roommate who didn’t provide her enough alone time (Omigod, project much, Em?).  She took it all in as inspiration.  “Imagine there’s someone else here, while you’re pleasuring me.  It could be—” Joss!  “—any woman you know.  Someone very attractive.”  She couldn’t tell if Joss even noticed the compliment; her friend was too far gone, though she hadn’t even started masturbating yet, not truly.  “She’s watching you, Jake.  She’s watching us, and that doesn’t make you nervous or awkward or disturbed in any way.”  God, no.  “It actually makes you excited.  It can be fun, being watched.  Arousing.  Don’t you think so, Jake?”

“Arousing...?”

She wondered if she should ask Jocelyn the same question.  She suspected the answer would not be so ambiguous.

“Arousing,” she insisted.  “It turns you on to have the woman watching you worship me.  Service me.  Doesn’t it?”

“Arouses me.”

“To be watched by her.”

“To be watched.”

“Tell me what you’re imagining, my love.”

“I am kneeling in front of you.  I’m licking you.  Worshipping you.  There is a woman watching us.  She sees me pleasing you, and it... excites me... to know she’s watching us.”

“Very good.  It...” Emily looked down at Jocelyn’s slowly pulsating thighs, then their eyes met again past Jake’s shoulder.  “It’s turning her on to see you please me.  She’s...”  Emily nodded to the other woman, and Jocelyn moaned and yanked up her skirt.  She was wearing identical panties to Emily—the nonexistent kind.  Her fingers assaulted her blatantly damp, messy cunt.  “She’s actually masturbating at how hot it is to watch you eat me.”

Joss mumbled, “Omigod...” and Emily hissed, “No!” through her teeth in response.  The woman behind Jake whimpered, but obeyed.

It didn’t matter any more. She was through teasing herself.  “All right, Jake,” she growled.  “The time for imagination is over.  You’ll get on your knees for me.  Now.”  She parted her thighs like a shameless whore and gripped the hair on the back of his head with one hand as she plied her nipples deliciously through the satin with her other hand.  “Make me come.  Make your goddess come, while that other woman... while that fucking slut watches you.”

Jocelyn was clearly done holding back; two fingers were plunging shamelessly into her cunt while her other hand circled her clitoris rapidly, rhythmically.  Emily kept mouthing “no” at her friend, over and over, and Joss kept holding back with desperate futility, but Jake’s talented tongue and her own dark thoughts brought her to the edge almost immediately, and Joss took that as license to let loose with her own orgasm.  

Or multiples; Emily was too busy thrusting her pussy into Jake’s face to think about how many times her guest was climaxing, but she watched every instant of it and it drove her own successive peaks.  The silken material felt divine against her breasts and against the fingers that tweaked them, but nothing compared to Jake’s tongue and its single-minded devotion.  She lost count of how many times she came; she didn’t care, it was all one great experience: watching, being watched, being pleasured, all at once, and it was the defining erotic experience of her life.

It was minutes before she dropped down from the heavens once more, and Joss went—if anything—even longer, but eventually Emily slowed Jake down, had him clean her up with his mouth while her friend recovered her composure.

As best she could, anyway; Joss’s dress was little more than a cummerbund in its current state, so there was very little possible left in the way of discretion.  She looked vaguely embarrassed as she started to cover up again, though she seemed absurdly focused getting her dress straps back on her shoulders and covering her breasts though her cunt was blatant and bare without coverage.  Eventually, Joss did pull her hemline down to something less scandalous, but she never did cross her legs.  Her panting returned to a normal breathing pace.  “Well...”

Emily didn’t honor it with a response.  She was exhausted, mentally and sexually.  Belatedly, she spoke again with Jake.  “My love... you have pleased me so well.  You should be proud.  You should kiss me... share my flavor with me... then go to the bed.  Take off your clothes and wait for me there.  It...”  She tried unsuccessfully to meet Jocelyn’s eyes.  “It might be a bit.” 

He rose, pressed his mouth to hers; invading it with his tongue, that tongue which had brought her to such heights and which was saturated in the evidence of his adoration.  She enjoyed the perversity and cupped his cheek, the dampness of her musk on his face clinging to her fingertips, then broke the kiss as he walked away, dismissed.  She imagined him mindlessly stripping down and lying back on the bed, his erection untended and undaunted, and the image made her smile.  “So...”

“Yeah.”

“That... wasn’t how I’d planned this evening.”

“Yeah, me... me neither.”

“Disappointed?”

“Ha. Hardly.  That was some of the hottest stuff I’ve ever seen.”

“Seen?” Her eyebrow arched. 

“Experienced,” the other woman conceded, lowering her eyes.

“Me too.” The silence stretched a little too long.  “Are you... sure you shouldn’t stay?”

“I should get home.  To Timothy.”

“Yeah, maybe.  But are you sure you should be driving?”

“I’m feeling... remarkably clear-headed right now.  Besides... I think Jake has other priorities than taking me home right now.”

“He... does.  But that can all change. A few words murmured in his ear...”  

Jocelyn looked momentarily tempted to stay, but apparently Willpower was now able to conquer Libido after the latter’s earlier ascendancy.  “No, I can manage.”

“Okay.  Suit yourself.”

“I always do.”  She stood up, not tottering at all in the boots Jake had been skeptical of earlier, and approached her best friend.  Emily rose to meet her, and they embraced for a long moment that somehow never quite grew awkward.  They parted slowly, and Jocelyn pressed her lips to Emily’s.  It was not exactly virginal, but it was en passant and didn’t progress.  “Bye, Em.”

“Bye, Joss.  Text to let me know you got home okay.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Tell Timothy I said, ‘Hi!’  And that he has a really sexy wife.”

“He knows.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he does.  Later.”

“Later.”  And with that, she was gone. 

The evening wasn’t entirely over, of course.  Emily drank the rest of her water, poured herself another half glass, and gulped that down, too.  Then she went into the bedroom to take care of Jake.  Very good care.  She wasn’t certain yet whether she was going to fuck him into satiety or command him to come untouched while she rode his face; she didn’t know that she could orgasm again, but she felt certain he would get the same satisfaction from both.  Admittedly, she fantasized that he would prefer the facesitting, hands-free option, but either one would make her happy.

“Jake, love... it’s time to take care of you, now.”

***

“I honestly couldn’t care less about Fast and Furious Nineteen, or whatever.”

“I mean, it’s not my first pick, either, but let’s be a little tolerant.  Timothy isn’t going to watch something with subtitles, no matter how many awards it won at Cannes.”

“Maybe he would.  Maybe you’re not giving the man enough credit.”

“Spare me your circling of the male wagons, Jake.  Besides, it doesn’t matter.  I’m pretty sure Jocelyn doesn’t want to watch foreign films either.”

“It doesn’t have to be foreign.  It could be—”

“Love, we’re seeing the vroom-vroom movie.  Accept this.”

He sighed.  “Fine.  Are we hitting the bar afterward, at least?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

“So... Friday night?”

“Saturday.  They have a thing on Friday.”

“Could I pretend to have a thing on Saturday?”

“No, you may not.”

“Dammit.”

Jocelyn and Emily had been texting in the days since their... Emily struggled with what to call it.  Exhibition?  While Timothy had been the recipient of some delightful attention on Joss's return that night (Jocelyn, as ever, overshared in detail), he seemed to be getting antsy about his wife going out to have fun more often than he did and wanted to rectify the matter this weekend with a film and some alcohol.  He'd suggested a double date with Jake and Emily, and it hadn't sounded so bad... until the movie selection had begun.  

Timothy was a motorhead from way back in his adolescence and got a kick out of anything centered on speed and madcap vehicular stunts. While even Joss rolled her eyes at this preference... sometimes you concede to these things for your friends.  Or your husband, and you drag your friends along for moral support.  

More like immoral support, lately, Emily chuckled.  Text exchanges with Jocelyn had never exactly been puritanical, but had been transitioning from suggestive to borderline pornographic in recent days.  Which was fine when Emily was in the mood for it, but in other moments, like when Jake had just finished kneeling for her... she kind of wanted to focus on other things going on in her life, too. She needed her friend more than she needed the devil on her shoulder, while Joss clearly relished wearing the horns and tail.

Jake was busy with her hobby room during most of his free time; he'd transitioned from shelving to removing the old linoleum tiles and chipping away at the adhesive beneath, and it was taking a while.  He was a trooper, though, and kept plugging away at it, except when she distracted him with her pussy.

Which she was not averse to doing, most nights.   She surprised herself with the way her physical drives were adapting to her newfound interests. She'd always enjoyed sex maybe a couple times a week—three or four tops—but orgasms one night had tended to interfere with her body's desire to have more the next.  Now it seemed she was ready every day and every night. They did say women's hormones shifted as they grew older, so perhaps that's what this was.   And not this new, relentless hunger from knowing how to hypnotize my man into my pussylicking plaything?  Surely not that. 

Jake was enjoying the new state of affairs a great deal, though from his comments on the matter he assumed it was because he was being such a good husband and working so hard on her hobby room.  

The irony of this did not escape her.

She didn't disillusion him, though; she just went with it, and if he wanted to believe his actions were driving a renaissance in their love life rather than her desires to see him glazed over with trance and cunt... so much the better. She could giggle about the truth with Joss, grateful to have someone she could have that discussion with, even when it sometimes degenerated into something very Not Safe For Work. 

“You're looking pensive. What's up?”

He'd gone from mild cinematic snobbery to thoughtful in a few moments as he had a lunchtime beer.  “Huh?” He looked mildly embarrassed.  “Um... nothing?”

“Your lying has not improved with age like a fine whiskey, love.”

“Yeah, I...” He looked sheepish. “I had a dream the other night.”

“These things happen when we're sleeping, dear.”

“Yeah, well... It was you and me, and we were... going at it, together... and then there was Joss.”  He saw the look on her face and was too casual in his rush to reassure her.  “We weren't doing anything—me and her, just you and me, that's all.”

“Go on,” she forced her face into placidity.

“Well, she was there, and we were... doing stuff, and she was watching, and it was... y'know, kinda hot. To be watched.”

“I see.”  She absolutely did.  But she hadn't expected it to manifest like this, and it troubled her slightly. The bleedthrough into normalcy of what she liked to imagine was confined into a more intimate space gave her a sudden urge to hypnotize him right then and there and start... editing.  And that she simply must not do, even if it made her nipples stiffen a little to contemplate.

He misinterpreted her shortness with him.  “Look, it's not like a new fantasy of mine. I just... was thinking it's gonna be a bit awkward to see her on movie night with that image stuck in my head.”

I could remove that image from your head.  I could tell you to forget all about it while you worship between my legs and you'd never have that dream again. Never have any dreams I didn't authorize. God what a monster I could be.  She smiled to cover her internal darkness.  “You'll manage, baby. I promise she won't know what you're thinking.”

“You're totally going to use this against me, aren't you?”

“Oh, in a fucking heartbeat.  ‘Joss, can you watch Jake for me while I'm in the rest room?’”  She waggled her eyebrows.

“Fuck.  I should never have told you.”

“‘Dammit, Jocelyn, you were looking at him again.  Now I'm gonna have to take care of that.’ ‘No, honey, don't kiss me in front of Joss.  You know how you get...’”

“That's enough!”

She squealed at the indignity as he grabbed her around the waist and shoulders and carried her off to the bedroom.

Then she squealed for other reasons.