You’re Horny When You’re Angry

by Fidget

Chapter 2

In spite of having to deal with the aftermath of the previous night's revelations, Nicole still had to get up the next morning and go to work. Ironically, her programming made the whole charade easier, as the pleasure she got from being full of cum kept her nice and mellow as she got dressed, which prevented her from dwelling on her problems and ending up back in bed with Jonathan, enthusiastically letting him fuck another load into her fertile pussy as a result. Impulsively, Nicole even pulled on a blouse with some cleavage, feeling particularly sexy that morning and wanting to highlight her shapely breasts in spite of everything that was happening.

She headed to the office just as she did every morning, passing the pharmacy on the way without so much as a thought about how badly she needed to go in and grab Plan B, just in case the previous day's inseminations had finally overwhelmed her reproductive system and fertilized her egg.

Nicole worked as an administrative assistant for a manager at a local real estate firm, and once she had greeted her boss and settled into her desk for the day, she finally allowed herself to begin exploring some of the complex feelings she was experiencing around what had come to light the previous evening.

Ultimately, what Jonathan had done was unconscionable and indefensible, of course, but Nicole could also understand why he'd done so, especially with her only changing her mind about kids once she'd already married him. Plus, and this was probably her cum-filled pussy talking, but all of the uninhibited, unprotected sex she'd had recently had left Nicole feeling absolutely amazing, and sexier and more desirable than she'd ever felt before in her life.

Still, though, that was no excuse for what he'd done to her. To not only brainwash her to have risky sex with him, but to prevent her from even feeling angry with him about it due to the risk of even more unprotected sex, and the ever-present possibility of Jonathan knocking her up looming over the whole situation just, well, it made Nicole mad.

Really mad. So mad, in fact, that Nicole noticed that it was also starting to make her feel... horny...

Oh no! Nicole squeezed her legs together, but that didn't seem to help. This shouldn't be happening - Jonathan wasn't even here for her to have sex with! And, she was horrified to discover, she didn't seem to have much of a desire to seek him out either. Now that she'd made herself mad thinking about Jonathan getting her pregnant, her body just wanted sex, and it didn't seem to care who that sex was with. Jonathan had miscalculated.

Even with what he'd done to her, however, Nicole still didn't want to cheat on her husband. Thanks to Jonathan's own actions, though, it was quickly becoming clear that Nicole would not have a choice in the matter.

Nicole stifled a moan at the thought of how good a cock would feel at that moment, losing more control by the second. She arched her back, feeling her big tits pressing tight against her shirt, yearning for a pair of strong, manly hands to wrap around her torso and squeeze them before bending her over and guiding a nice, thick cock into her from behind.

It was a good feeling.

Scott Stevens was sitting in his office reading a monthly report when he heard his secretary moan outside his office door. Scott had a good working relationship with Nicole - she was incredibly smart, and a hard worker, and so he rushed out to her desk with the intention of doing whatever he could to help.

He immediately saw that Nicole was in some sort of distress, so he helped her to her feet - taking in stride the fact that his curvy secretary with her swelling cleavage immediately leaned against his chest and sighed - and then led her into his office. He locked the door behind them and drew the shades.

As soon as he had, Nicole immediately turned to face him and backed him up against the door. His eyes dropped to the heaving skin of her chest and the attractive flush creeping up her neck, before returning his gaze to his pretty coworker's wild eyes.

"Nicole, is everything ok?" he asked, though he already suspected that things would quickly turn pornographic if he weren't careful.

"Oh God yes, Scott, so much more than ok!" the seductive blonde panted as she abruptly pulled her blouse down and her big, naked boobs spilled out into his view.

Scott froze for a second at being confronted with his female employee's very attractive breasts, just long enough for Nicole to stretch her head up and plant an open-mouthed kiss on his lips.

Without thinking about it, the overwhelmed manager sank into the kiss and enjoyed the feeling of Nicole's curves against his body for a second before pushing her away in shock.

"Nicole, what on earth are you doing??" he spluttered, confused but undeniably aroused at seeing such wanton behavior from an employee who was always so calm, level-headed, and dependable.

In the meantime, however, Nicole's practiced hands had already opened his fly and were teasing his cock as it slowly lengthened and hardened. "Scott, please, I need you!"

Scott had noticed in the past that Nicole was attractive, of course, but he was a good boss, and he was proud of the fact that he had never had sexual feelings toward her before. Now that she was topless in his office, however, stroking his hard cock, it was like she was a completely different person all of a sudden - a very feminine, sexy person - and, no matter how much Scott didn't want to, he was becoming increasingly interested in her sexually.

"That's it, Scott," she moaned as he placed his hands on her hips and began sliding them up to the soft mounds on her chest. "Keep going!"

She let him paw at her big, jiggly funbags for a second, and then she pulled her horny, bemused boss over to his desk. Seconds later her pants and underwear were down around her ankles and she was seated sideways on the cold wood, her entrance juicy and open and quivering as Scott fought with himself about whether or not to stick his cock into his clearly crazy but insanely hot employee.

Even though he knew all too well how bad an idea it was, he really wanted to fuck her, and ultimately his morals lost the battle. The married father of two finally slid his throbbing rod into his secretary's tight, slick tunnel, and found that she felt just as good as he thought she would.

Scott fucked the sexy blonde sideways on the desk, and Nicole arched her torso up toward his so that he could squeeze her full breast as he pistoned his cock into her. His balls swung heavily below his shaft, eager to release their contents into Scott's impregnable mate as soon as they got the signal.

Nicole's mind had fully turned itself off by this point, and she had once again become a creature of instinct, making unintelligible guttural noises as she drove that cock up into her pussy as hard and fast as she could.

Awareness crashed down on Scott once more as he started to get close. Nicole noticed his pace slowing and growled her frustration.

"Nicole," Scott panted, "We should stop - I don't want to accidentally get you pregnant."

"I'm on the pill!" Nicole shouted at him automatically, willing to do whatever she had to to keep that cock inside her. "Just do it!" She felt her boss's cock beginning to tense up just like Jonathan's did. "That's it!" She howled. "Cum in MEEE!"

Scott felt the familiar heavy sensation wash over him that meant he could no longer hold back, and then, for the first time since before she'd begun dating Jonathan, Nicole felt a strange cock jerking inside her. And, just as it had been recently with Jonathan, that strange cock wasn't wearing a condom, and Nicole's unprotected body welcomed a flood of new semen into her womb.

"Guess what I did today," Nicole said flippantly to Jonathan as she tossed her keys in the basket by the door when she got home. She was still being careful to keep her emotions under control, especially after what had happened to her with Scott at work that morning. Another bout of unprotected sex that day probably wouldn't make things any worse than they already were, but Nicole didn't want to reward Jonathan for what he'd done to her, and she could use the practice if she wanted to try to avoid more risky sex in the future.

"What's that, babe?" Jonathan responded, keeping up his own charade of trying to act like everything was normal between them.

"Well, a certain topic popped into my head at the office, and before I knew it, I was getting really, really mad," she said, still keeping her tone perfectly casual. "And so I fucked my boss."

"You did WHAT??" Jonathan yelled.

Nicole smirked a bit at the irony of Jonathan's anger, given the situation. "I fucked my boss, Jonathan. What? It's not like I could help it. I was crazy with lust at the time thanks to whatever the fuck you did to my head. He has a massive cock, by the way, and it scratched that itch deep inside me remarkably well while he manhandled my tits. Now, of course, I'm all happy and chill now that I've got a nice pussyful of my boss's cum." She let herself feel a bit more of that satisfaction, and Jonathan's face turned an entirely new shade of red as her expression glazed over with the empty, distant smile that had previously been reserved for him alone.

Jonathan tried to get himself under control, once again missing the irony of the situation. He immediately recognized the flaw in Nicole's conditioning, of course, but he was at a complete loss as to how to deal with it.

He'd just assumed that Nicole would only ever get angry at him, but that wasn't what he'd told her - he'd told her to get mad whenever she thought about him getting her pregnant. Not only that, he'd told her to get horny whenever she became angry at all. In hindsight, of course, it made perfect sense that it wouldn't matter who she was with, but that hadn't occurred to him at the time, and now it was too late. Honestly, Jonathan was surprised that Nicole had made it this far without fucking another guy, with the cumulative effect of all of the triggers he'd given her.

Well, there's not really anything I can do about it at this point, he told himself, deflated. All he could do was hope that he'd already knocked Nicole up, and try to figure out a way to keep her from cheating on him with other guys in the future.

Of course, now that she knew how he felt about her cheating on him, there was nothing stopping her from using that against him going forward. And from the casual way that she'd broken the news, it seemed like she had realized that as well.

Nicole chose that exact moment to speak up, having rehearsed this conversation in her head a number of times on the drive home.

She sighed and looked at him. "Honestly, Jonathan, I don't want to cheat on you. I wanted to make you mad at me this afternoon so that you could at least experience some of what you've put me through, but I still love you, and I want to try to make us work. I know that before long I'll probably end up pregnant, but if that's the way it has to be, I at least want it to be yours." She sighed again. "I just don't think I'll be able to help it, though, if I get angry in public again. The urges are just so powerful."

"Yeah, I guess this is all my fault," Jonathan admitted.

No shit! Nicole thought as loudly as she could, but she kept her face impassive.

"I just don't know what we can do about it," he continued. "I don't know how to hypnotize you, so I can't see any way of changing your suggestions-"

"Wait," Nicole broke in as though a thought had just occurred to her. "What about the hypnotist? He should be able to put me back under, and he could make sure that I only want to have sex with you when I'm angry!"

"I guess, but how would we get him to do it without telling him, y'know, everything?" Jonathan asked sheepishly.

"Oh, just make up some story about it being sexual roleplay that got out of control or something. Please, Jonathan? I really don't want to have some random guy's baby," Nicole begged. Even as she said it, though, after how good it had felt to fuck Scott, she wondered if that were still true.

The hypnotist was more than happy to meet with them, and so a few days later the troubled couple found themselves standing outside his office as he opened the door.

"Jonathan and Nicole?" he asked. "Come on in."

Nicole's entire body was tensed. She'd fooled her husband so far, but she knew that she'd only get one chance to fix this whole thing once they were alone with the hypnotist.

Jonathan was smarter than she had expected, though, and as soon as they were safely alone with him inside his office, Jonathan struck before Nicole could act.

"Nicole, think about me getting your pregnant."

Immediately, and completely without her permission, the thought flashed into Nicole's mind for a brief second, along with an image of herself with a big belly and swollen, milky breasts thanks to letting Jonathan cum inside her so many times. Nicole tried to shift her thoughts like she'd practiced, but the damage was done, and she felt her conditioned anger rising nonetheless. How dare he do that to her! When she'd explicitly told him not to!

All of a sudden her face was flushed and warm, and her skin was prickling with a heat that she knew would soon turn sexual.

No! Not now! This was her only chance to tell the hypnotist what had happened to her, to fix everything before it was too late! She had to keep control of herself! Her clear inability to do so only made her more emotional, though, and already Nicole could feel that blind need for sex rising inside of her.

"Oh yeah, it's a hypnokink thing," Jonathan was saying to the hypnotist in the meantime, after he asked about why Jonathan's wife seemed so agitated by what he'd said. "I, uh, it's kind of awkward to talk about with other people, but she kind of loses control of herself at times like this and can't resist giving me a blowjob. I know it's weird, but do you mind?"

"Not at all," the hypnotist said. He had seen far stranger in his time, and more than anything he was curious to hear what exactly was going on with this freaky couple. Plus, the wife was ridiculously hot, and he honestly kind of wanted to watch her slob the man's knob.

Nicole was still trying to fight, fully aware that she'd never get another chance like this, but it was no use. She was just too angry. "RGGGGH!!!" she screamed in the middle of the office, her hands clenched with rage in front of her, horny out of her mind. A second later she was eagerly falling to her knees between Jonathan's legs, pulling his cock out and sucking it into her mouth, not caring in the slightest that the hypnotist was standing right there watching her do so with interest.

As Nicole blew him, Jonathan told the hypnotist all about how during their play he had accidentally given her a sexual suggestion that applied to all men, not just him, and that it was making Nicole uncomfortably slutty when she was out in public. He hadn't been able to remove the trigger, and so he had come to the hypnotist for help. Would he mind fixing the mistake, and making sure that Nicole only acted out sexually around him?

"Sure, no problem," the hypnotist said, and a tiny corner of Nicole's mind sagged in despair as she realized that she had lost. Her body was still as happy as could be, of course, since it had a cock to pleasure.

"What do I need to do?" Jonathan was asking.

"Oh, you can just have a seat in that chair and let Nicole continue what she's doing. She looks like she's halfway into a trance already, not to mention enjoying herself, so she shouldn't need to stop for me to fully put her under."

So, Jonathan sat in the chair facing the hypnotist, with Nicole's head still bobbing happily between his legs as she stroked her lips and tongue and hands up and down his slick shaft, and the man began his induction.

Nicole relaxed as her mind blanked even further, focused only on her desire for that cock, and it was multiple minutes before she was dragged back into semi-consciousness by a voice saying "Ok, now cum."

Immediately Nicole's mouth began filling with her husband's nasty, bleach-flavored semen, but now that his seed was in her body, she felt her mind slowly clearing of that blinding lust once again.

A hand reached around her face and offered her a tissue. She grabbed it gratefully, spitting out the nasty goo that she'd been holding in her mouth and watching as Jonathan's spent cock slowly drooped down over his unzipped pants. She took a second trying to make herself as presentable as she could, and then stood up to face the hypnotist.

Jonathan sat beside her, drooped motionlessly in his chair.

"Ok Nicole, do you want to tell me what's really going on here?" the hypnotist asked kindly.

Nicole couldn't believe her good fortune. She told the man everything, from the very beginning, and he stood there, listening patiently, until her story was done. Jonathan continued to sit in the chair beside them, silent and still.

"Wow, Nicole, that's pretty fucked up."

"You're telling me. I still don't even know if I'm p... if anything has happened yet, because I get horny every time I worry about it!" She looked at him helplessly. "Can you fix me please?"

"I'd be happy to. I'll have to put you under again though."

"I know."

A few minutes later, Nicole woke up from what felt like a pleasant and refreshing nap. This time, however, she could remember everything that the hypnotist had said, as well as all of Jonathan's original suggestions.

Nicole was surprised to find that she didn't really feel any different, but when she tried thinking about her husband and what he had done to her, she could immediately tell that her anger contained no trace of the intense, involuntary lust welling up inside her that she'd grown so accustomed to feeling. Or the intense pleasure that accompanied it, for that matter.

The hypnotist noticed that her eyebrows were furrowed. "Is anything wrong, Nicole? I've removed all of the suggestions and triggers."

"Oh, I know. I can tell," she answered, her expression still furrowed as though trying to work something out. A few seconds later the curvy housewife seemed to come to some sort of realization, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion as she continued.

"It's strange, and I know it doesn't make any sense, but now that my, um, 'reaction' to getting mad is gone, I kinda, uh, I think I kinda miss it. Oh wow, that's so fucked up!" Her expression was now full of concern, almost pleading. "Please, Doctor, is there something wrong with me? Are you sure you put me back correctly? Did my husband also program me to want this?" Her eyes widened in shock at the realization that she did, in fact, want it.

"Well," he responded slowly, "first, it's important to note that I'm not a doctor - I'm just a hypnotist. Second, I'm absolutely certain that all of your husband's suggestions should be gone. Anything that's left is one hundred percent you. So, the question is, why do you want to feel that way now that the suggestions are gone?"

He continued. "I think the most likely answer is that you've become addicted to the behaviors you exhibited when you were being influenced by his suggestions. Pleasure is one of the most powerful conditioning agents, and sexual pleasure in particular is all wrapped up with so many basic instincts and inclinations that over time I think it could have a noticeable effect on a person's psyche. I think the pleasure of your, uh, 'reaction', as you put it, has inadvertently trained you to crave that reaction, entirely aside from the fact that you were hypnotized to have it in the first place."

"I think that makes sense," Nicole responded, brows still narrowed in thought. "But it feels like it's more than that somehow. In addition to the pleasure - and trust me, there was a lot of pleasure - it also felt... freeing, somehow, even though I knew it wasn't my choice." The hypnotist watched as the beautiful woman's eyes grew hazy with fond memory. "I know this doesn't make any sense, but it's like, deep down, I've always wanted to have slutty unprotected sex, and damn the consequences, and it's only now that I've experienced it that I actually recognize it about myself, if that makes any sense."

Nicole suddenly looked at the hypnotist suspiciously. "Did you do this to me?"

He held his hands up in a gesture of innocence, trying not to steal a glance at her great tits as he did so. "I only undid your programming, Nicole. Like I said, anything else that's there is all you, though it could definitely have been influenced by your conditioning over time. How about this: think back to before you came to the show. Did you ever feel any of the inclinations you're talking about, even if you didn't recognize them as such at the time?"

Nicole thought, and remembered just how readily, almost eagerly, she'd accepted Jonathan's suggestions once she was under. "Actually, I think I did," she confessed, her cheeks bright pink. She explained her reaction to the hypnotist.

"Hmm," he said once she had finished. "Well, there is the somewhat-controversial idea that 'hypnosis can't make you do something you didn't already want to do'. It's not that simple, of course, since there are always dozens, if not hundreds, of 'wants' competing with each other in the mind, some of which come from conscious thought and the intellect, and others from more unconscious, baser instincts. So, even if it is true that hypnosis can only make you do something you already want to do, it's relatively easy for a hypnotist to manipulate all of those complex, mutually-exclusive wants relative to each other in order to achieve a target behavior that the subject's conscious mind may not actively 'want'. In your case, it does seem like you may be naturally inclined to slutty behavior, and when combined with your powerful natural instinct to reproduce, it's not entirely surprising that you were so receptive to suggestions that would allow you to engage in that behavior guilt-free."

Nicole looked at him with skepticism, though it was mixed with a sexually charged hope that once again made the hypnotist realize just how desirable a woman Nicole was. "So you're saying I really do want to be a slut until I get myself knocked up?"

"Again, it's more complicated than that, but, well, yeah, kinda."

"This is all just so confusing," Nicole said, resting her face on her cheek as conflicting emotions flickered across her attractive features. "Can you give me a few more seconds to think?"

"Take all the time you need."

After a few minutes of deep thought Nicole spoke up again, looking down at her husband beside her, who was still deep in trance.

"What do we do about him?"

"After what he did to you? Pretty much anything you want, I'd say."

"Well, I think that in the end you're right, and whether I would've originally wanted it or not, at this point I've gotten kinda, well, addicted. So, I'm sorry to keep bothering you like this, but could you put me back? You know, give back that irresistible urge to have slutty unprotected sex when I'm angry?"

"If you're sure, absolutely. Anything else?"

"Well, I do have a few ideas for Jonathan as well…"

Nicole woke up again a few minutes later. Just as before, she didn't feel any different, but she could clearly remember the way she'd ecstatically agreed to everything the hypnotist said while she was under, and so she was careful to keep her emotions under control for the time being. Still, she knew that the rage-lust monster was now once again hiding just beneath the flimsy veneer of her conscious mind, and she couldn't wait for something to force her control to slip. Honestly, Nicole was a bit surprised at just how quickly she'd come around to the whole idea. She must have really wanted this. Well, now she had it, for better or worse.

"Ok, you should be good to go," the hypnotist said. "Enjoy having tons of uncontrollable, risky sex. I made the few suggestions that Jonathan applied only to himself apply to all men, so I think you'll find yourself getting knocked up pretty soon at this rate."

Nicole squirmed at the idea. She couldn't wait.

"Oh, I also added a caveat where if a person you proposition when you're horny turns you down, the arousal will immediately become anger again so that you don't drive yourself crazy."

"Ah, good call."

"I think it's worth mentioning that your current programming could force you to have unprotected intercourse with people you would normally find pretty repulsive."

Nicole felt a brief spike of arousal at that thought, and responded, "Good. That's exactly what I want."

"Ooookay, then. I think you should be ready. Now all that's left is to take care of Jonny boy here, and I think I know precisely which of his wants to focus on first."

The hypnotist turned back to the man slumped passively in the chair.

"You've been waiting patiently, haven't you, Jonathan?"

"'S nice."

"I'm glad. Let's get straight to the point, shall we? You think your wife's sexy body is built to get itself knocked up, don't you?"

"Yeah. Body like that, perfect for it..."

"You want her to use her body for reproduction, don't you?"

"Yeah... Shame to have it and not use it..." He was smiling at the thought. Nicole watched silently from her chair, fascinated, knowing how recently she had been the one eagerly nodding as her unconscious instincts and tendencies had been used against her.

"It's your biggest fantasy, isn't it?"

"Biggest fantasy is Nicole getting knocked up..."

"I thought so. Well, Jonathan, you're in luck. Nicole wants that too." Jonathan was still smiling, and now the deflated, naked cock still poking through his unzipped pants began to grow and stiffen as well. Nicole glanced disdainfully down at it before looking back up at the hypnotist.

"You must love it whenever Nicole uses her sexy, fertile body to try to get herself pregnant, then."

"Love it when Nicole tries to get pregnant." Jonathan was nodding now, clearly agreeing with everything the hypnotist said.

"Well, since 'trying to get pregnant is the same thing as 'fucking', what you're really saying is that you love it when your wife gets fucked, don't you?"

That seemed agreeable to Jonathan as well. "Love it when Nicole gets fucked."

Now that the hypnotist had foregrounded the want he was aiming for, it was time for the switch. "You must also love it when anyone fucks your wife, then, because you know it means she's trying to get herself knocked up."

"Hmm, love it when Nicole tries to get knocked up by anyone." His brows furrowed, but by this point Jonathan was so focused on how hot it was for Nicole to get knocked up that he no longer cared who did it.

"Watching other men fuck Nicole turns you on."

"Get off on watching guys fuck my wife so she can get knocked up." Jonathan practically panting by this point. Just as Nicole had that first night when Jonathan had hypnotized her, Jonathan had gotten more and more aroused as his subconscious mind explored how hot his own fantasies were. His cock was now fully erect and throbbing in his lap.

The hypnotist continued as though there was nothing strange whatsoever about programming someone to be a cuck in front of his slutty wife with a risky sex fetish.

"It doesn't matter who knocks your wife up as long as someone does." The hypnotist noticed that Nicole was biting her own beautiful lip in the corner. He liked the way her hips filled out the seat of the chair.

"Need someone to knock up my wife..."

That seemed good enough to the hypnotist. He switched tacks. "You're also a family man, aren't you Jonathan?"

"Wanna family." A sharp nod.

"I thought so. It's important to you as a family man to make sure your wife's kids are taken care of, isn't it?"

"Gotta take care of the kids."

"That's exactly where I was heading. You're the family man, so the responsibility falls on you to take care of the kids, doesn't it?"

"Gotta take care of the kids," Jonathan repeated with a more determined inflection.

"In fact, you'd be perfectly comfortable with letting your sexy wife pursue her career and take a few promotions, even if you had to stay home with her kids in exchange, wouldn't you?"

"Nicole earns money and gets fucked, and I... I take care of the kids."

The hypnotist smiled. After few final miscellaneous commands, he ensured that Jonathan wouldn't remember being hypnotized, and then woke him up.

"Well, did it work?" Jonathan asked, feeling surprisingly horny as he looked over at his wife in the corner. He'd have to trigger her later so she could try to get herself impregnated. By him, of course. "Did the hypnotist fix everything? I must have drifted off there."

"It worked," Nicole responded mysteriously. "All is as it should be."

That was good enough for Jonathan. He was absolutely sure that whatever was supposed to happen had happened.

"Oh, honey, while I'm thinking about it," Nicole asked all of a sudden, "what would you say to me opening a real estate office of my own if we do end up having a kid? You'd have to quit your job of course," she said with not a little venom in her voice, though Jonathan seemed to miss it entirely.

Jonathan thought the entire conversation was a bit weird to have in the middle of a random hypnotist's office, but the more he considered the idea, the more he seemed ok with it. "Well, normally I wouldn't want to quit my job, but if it's for the kid, I think I could find a way to make it work. I suppose being a stay-at-home dad wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, as long as someone's there to take care of the kid."

And there it was. Nicole was now free to control her own destiny. She hadn't expected to be so spiteful when bringing up the idea of Jonathan staying at home though - apparently she was still angrier with Jonathan than she'd expected at having been put through all of this in the first place.

In fact, Nicole could still feel her temper bubbling in the back of her mind, dangerously close to making her a little too angry. She was tempted to stoke that anger, just a bit, to focus on the powerlessness she'd felt when she was under Jonathan's control, knowing what would happen to her if she did, feeling her cheeks grow a little warmer... and then, all of a sudden, it was too late. Entirely without her permission Nicole felt her anger beginning to spiral out of control until it triggered that wonderful, irresistible arousal, and Nicole let the sensation wash over her, knowing that it was now inevitable that she'd end up with a cock in her pussy if there was a man nearby who would have her.

She slowly stood up, lifting her curvy thighs and ass off the chair once she realized she wouldn't be able to resist approaching one of the studs in front of her any longer. Jonathan looked up at her triumphantly, his naked cock still standing proudly erect from the crotch of his pants, but Nicole ignored him (albeit with some difficulty), gave the hypnotist a seductive smile, and then sensuously swayed her hips over to him. She stood on her tiptoes to reach the strange man's lips with a gentle kiss, and began running her fingers over the front of his pants.

"How about it, Doc?" she asked. "Care to sample your wares? Wanna take advantage of a brainwashed slut in front of her husband? I've seen the way you look at me - I know you want to."

Jonathan stared at her in shock, both at the tone of her words and at the content. For some reason, however, he couldn't quite bring himself to stop her, and instead he just sat there and waited to see what would happen. His cock was still oddly hard, especially given the fact that his wife had chosen a random stranger to have sex with over her own husband.

The hypnotist gave Nicole another quick look up and down, letting his eyes hover on the slutty housewife's big tits and tight waist as he contemplated their brief kiss. Nicole was a very attractive woman, and while he knew it wasn't strictly ethical, she had been the one to ask him to make her like this, after all. Plus, the hypnotist had to admit that Nicole was right: he did want her. "Oh what the hell."

Nicole glanced over at husband, noting that he had started touching himself after hearing the hypnotist agree to fuck her. Jonathan still hadn't said a word, but he was now watching and stroking himself with a look of confused intensity.

Nicole turned around and backed up against the hypnotist, sliding her butt down the front of his torso. She was inordinately pleased to feel the bump of his crotch nestle into her asscrack. She leaned forward, unfastening her shorts and letting them and her underwear drop to the floor while the hypnotist unzipped and let his hard cock bounce out. The next time Nicole backed up against his crotch, the hypnotist's cock slid easily between her thighs and up into her tight pussy, and Nicole smiled as her mind cleared of conscious thought and her body started doing what came naturally.

The hypnotist was enjoying himself just as much - the sexy housewife felt amazing, and he couldn't wait to bust his nut and try to put a baby in her. He bent forward so that he could reach around her body and pull her top down, getting his fill of groping and squeezing her plump tits as the sensation of her slick tightness gripping his dick made him even harder.

He couldn't thrust very easily from this angle, however, and so he gave Nicole's perfect tits one final vicious pinch, enjoying her pussy reflexively tightening around his cock from the sharp sensation as she moaned her need, and then he grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her, using them as handles to plunge himself deep into her over and over again from behind. Nicole's torso bounced and shook as it hung away from his crotch, like an erotic figurehead tossed by especially rough seas.

Jonathan was now only a foot or so away from his wife's face as she was shamelessly fucked from behind, and he watched closely as her tits bounced wildly on her chest. He saw Nicole's eyes roll back in her head with the intensity of her pleasure, and he listened as she moaned low and deep like a whore. He slowly stroked his cock to the sight, thinking about how hot it was that his adulterous wife was about to take a fat load of baby batter in that sexy, fertile little pussy of hers.

All of a sudden Nicole felt the hypnotist shuddering against her thighs, and she squealed and pressed back against him as hard as she could as she felt the spurts of his warm seed beginning to spatter her womb.

Ahhh. Nicole relaxed as that familiar floaty feeling of satisfying fullness kicked in, flooding her bent-over body while sperm pooled in the front of her trim abdomen. She was so glad that the hypnotist had remembered to put back the suggestion about feeling sexy and full after sex. It was a small thing, but it felt so good, and it helped ensure that her slutty pussy would be good and knocked up long before she was able to think about going to a pharmacy to pick up... whatever it was she would need to keep herself from getting pregnant.

Jonathan's eyes were fixated on his wife's smooth, flat abdomen and flared hips as they flexed when she stood up and pulled her shirt back over her breasts, relieved to know that, one way or another, it likely wouldn't be long before those attractive curves were swelling like they were was designed to. God that thought turned him on. Maybe he could convince Nicole to let him have a ride when they got home. After all, he thought, snickering to himself at how easily he'd manipulated his wife to his own ends, all he had to do was make sure she got a little angry.

Nicole did let him ride every once in a while (even aside from the times she accidentally got a little too angry at home). She still loved Jonathan, in spite of what he had done to their relationship, and this way there was at least a decent chance that he would father at least some of her children.

Two months later Nicole was standing over the toilet with a positive pregnancy test, completely clueless as to which of the dozen or so guys who had filled her oven with their gooey batter over the past months had finally forced her body to start baking.

Oh well, she thought to herself, not overly torn up about it. After all, as Jonathan had said, sometimes it was hard to resist getting a little too worked up. And besides, I'm sexy when I'm angry.