Sleep…
 
God I miss sleep so much. It started a few months ago when money got tight. I started to worry and stress about every little detail. My husband started to take on more shifts at work to compensate and burned the candle at both ends just so we could keep up. Things finally settled down, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it had been a close call. I started to have trouble sleeping as I kept thinking about ways to cut our expenses. About what we should sell first if things got really bad...

 

And a million other things…

 

Insomnia… That’s what it’s called. I know, I looked it up multiple times during my sleepless nights.

 

I was finally able to get a family friend to give me some of their left over sleeping pills. I tried them, but instantly regretted it. I hated how they made me feel, especially in the morning. I slept alright, but it felt like I hadn’t. I woke up tired and it took me more than 2 hours to get myself going in the morning. 
 
I stopped taking them.
 
I wanted to go see a professional, but our budget couldn’t allow it. I settled for talking to my friend Anna about it, but I soon felt bad about dumping my worries on her. I couldn’t complain to my husband about how tired I was because he was working overtime and always came home completely exhausted.
 
Which also didn’t help my sexual frustrations. 
 
After many natural remedies and different techniques, I soon discovered that I had somewhat of a better night when my husband had energy enough to fuck me. Which wasn’t as often as I’d like. So I started to masturbate… Some times with him lying next to me, fast asleep… 
 
It was hard to keep quiet and it was mostly frustrating, but on some rare nights, it actually helped me sleep better.
 
This cycle continued until one day, we went to a company BBQ. I didn’t like to go to my husband’s parties because I didn’t know that many people. And the ones my husband was friends with weren’t at all my type of people. A few of them could even be described as complete assholes. But… I was spending so little time with my busy husband that I decided to go anyway.
 
As predicted, the party was boring. They all kept talking about office stuff and I tuned out and played my well-rehearsed part of the smiling wife. Which wasn’t helping in a way… It left my brain time to fantasize about all the men around me. I cursed myself for thinking about other men, but when a girl gets a little too aroused… Who could blame her for some harmless fantasies? It’s not like I would ever cheat on my hubby. 
 
Like a bad 50s stereotype, I just smiled and played innocent as I imagined how each cute guy would take me. Until suddenly Becky, one of the company secretaries, decided to pull away from the crowd for a quick chat.
 
“So Stacey… I think I have a suggestion that might help… With you know… Your night time problems…” she said in a low voice.
 
I looked at her thoroughly surprised. What did she think she knew anyway? I knew how gossipy the other wives were, but I thought I remember Becky as being one of the normal ones. What was she insinuating? My face must have shown my shock because she quickly continued.
 
“Don’t get the wrong idea! I’m actually here on behalf of your husband…”
 
“My husband? He… He told you about… Huh…”
 
“Your insomnia? Yeah… He told me…” she said. “But don’t worry, he didn’t go into any details. He is just getting worried about you and wanted my advice.”
 
“Advice? Why? Do you suffer from it too?”
 
“Oh heavens no!” She said with a smile. “He wasn’t asking me because I had insomnia. He was asking me because of my husband Jake.”
 
“Ok…” I said, not really getting her point.
 
“Jake used to be a hypnotherapist before we moved here. But he got bored with dealing with smokers and such and decided to shut down that part of his practice. Now he only does counseling. But he could definitely help you with a few hypnosis sessions! With only a few trances, he could work on the root of what is keeping you awake at night.”
 
“Oh…” I said, wondering why she was telling me.
 
Besides... I believe I remember Jake from some other party. He was… Pretentious… A little vulgar too… It was clear to me that he fit the Alpha male stereotype to a T. I didn’t care for his type. Even if he wasn’t bad to look at…

I cursed myself at having the thought. I really did have to find a better release than a sneaky orgasm every few nights. It was barely making a dent in my arousal. I smiled and Becky seemed satisfied with her intervention.
 
“That’s sweet of him…” I said looking towards my husband. “But really, it’s not a problem… Besides… Didn’t you just say that he doesn’t do it anymore?”
 
“Yes! He doesn’t take clients for hypnotherapy sessions, but he still has the skills! I’m sure he could put you under don’t worry!”
 
“I don’t doubt it… But I wouldn’t want to impose… Like you said, he stopped for a reason! And besides…” I said looking around. “I couldn’t possibly afford him!”
 
She smiled and starting giggling. 
 
“Oh my!” she said. “He wouldn’t charge you for that! No no! If I say you are my friend and ask nicely, he will do it for free!”
 
I looked at her in disbelief. He certainly didn’t look like someone to give out favours.
 
“Free? Oh no… I couldn’t possibly…” I started to say, but Becky cut me off.
 
“Stop that!” she said sternly. “You are John’s wife and I love working with John. He is an incredibly hard worker, but lately, I noticed that his mind isn’t always on the tasks at hand. Now I know why… He worries about you and I want to do everything I can to help him. And you!”
 
Her intense eyes softened as she spoke and as she finished and smiled, I couldn’t help but appreciate the situation. I smiled weakly as I thought of my hard working husband, so concerned for my wellbeing. It was sweet. And Becky… 
 
As I looked at her smile, I tried to remember a time when I looked that rested. I couldn’t… What if he could help? God it would be nice to sleep…
 
“Ok… You can ask him…” I said, but added quickly. “But make sure he really doesn’t mind!”
 
“He won’t…” she said looking at me with a confident smile. “Men may be powerful and harsh, but when you know how to please them… They become putty in your hands!” she finished with a whisper.
 
I laughed knowingly as she took my arm and directed me towards the makeshift bar they had set up. I spent the rest of the party wondering what a private session with Jake would be like while I sipped my cocktail. The sting of the crushed ice felt good in my mouth as I tried not to think about what it would FEEL like to be alone behind closed doors with another man. My rational mind kept telling me that it was all for my own good and more rest meant I would feel a lot better. I possibly less frustrated…
 
Even as horny as I was, I can’t say that I was giving my all whenever my husband had enough energy to actually fuck. We were both exhausted and it made for disappointing lovemaking. But if I managed to rest enough… I would have the energy to spice things up and that would certainly help us in the bedroom…
 
A few days later, Becky called me to let me know that Jake had accepted to see me and try to help. I felt scared and relieved. Here was a perfect opportunity to get rid of my insomnia. But I had to spend time alone with Jake… I could already feel his leering eyes… 
 
The only provision he ask for was to see me after hours as to not disrupt his schedule and clients. I completely agreed and arrangements were made for the first session. 
 
I got to his practice was mildly impressed by the décor. It was clearly designed to help put someone at ease. The ornate wooden library… The soft light… The color of rug… Everything said comfort. And if I’m truthful, it did help me relax. On the way over, I kept telling myself that it wasn’t a mistake and that I really needed it. That the fact that I knew him and he knew my husband wasn’t an issue. That I didn’t have the money to try anything else anyway…
 
My mind drifted to simpler things as I looked at all the book titles, trying to decide if he had actually read them all or if they were there just for show. I almost jumped when the door creaked open!
 
“Welcome Stacey!” Jake said with a confident smile. “I trust you haven’t been waiting too long?”
 
“Oh no!” I quickly said, trying to regain my composure. “Not at all…”
 
“Good good… Please, step into my office.” He said with a smile. 
 
I followed him in. His office was similar to the waiting room, but better. I instantly felt at ease as he directed me to the sofa. I was still nervous, but the atmosphere helped a lot. I commented on it and he went on about how the right setting can be instrumental in proper healing. It started us off on small talk, which made me relax a bit, and slowly came around to talking about my insomnia. As I told him all about what I was feeling and thinking about when I laid awake in bed, I realized how good he was. I felt like the conversation reached my problem naturally. I didn’t feel pressured to talk about it. I wanted to tell him.
 
He made a point to steer the conversation towards hypnosis, which I,ll admit I was eager to hear about.  
 
“Just so you understand… Hypnosis isn’t some magic trick that will let me enter your mind to cure your problem. Hypnosis is like an advanced state of relaxation… It can help the person look inside themselves to properly pinpoint the source of their problems. It can then help guide them towards ways of dealing with them.”
 
“I see…” I said a little disappointed. “So no short cuts?”
 
“I’m afraid not…” he said with a smile.
 
For a moment, I thought I saw a trace of the pretentious asshole I had met before, but it faded away quickly, leaving me with the relaxing and professional Jake I was speaking to. It made me aware that ever since I entered his office, I hadn’t had the slitest bad feeling about him. Which seemed odd… I knew that when I met him before, I had clearly felt a strong vibe from him. Like an aura of… Something… I didn’t like it at all. Like a 6th sense warning me off. 
 
But as I sat there, I could only feel comfortable in his presence. At ease… It was certainly weird, but it helped convince me that this might actually work.
 
“You see Stacey…” he continued. “You’ve probably felt something like hypnosis before… It’s not always some altered state of mind like you movies. You can get mildly hypnotized by the simplest things… Like a good movie… It captivates your attention… Centers your mind to a single task… Letting you turn your brain off for a while…”
 
“I think I know what you mean…” I said.
 
“Good… I’m glad to see you understand that there is nothing to be worried about. If anything, you might not even relax enough in this first session to fall into a deep trance and that’s perfectly normal. When I had my hypnosis practice, I could spend up to 4 sessions with someone before we reached a level where it started to be effective.”
 
“Oh my…” I said suddenly worried. “I wouldn’t want to stretch this out too much… You are so generous to even be doing this for me.”
 
“No worries my dear… If a friend of my wife is in trouble, I’m happy to help!” he said with a smile.
 
As a way to break the ice, he told that this first session was only to gauge how good of a hypnotic subject I would be. He assured me that even if I wasn’t a good subject, he would be able to help. So I tried to relax and got comfortable. He had me close my eyes and after a few deep breaths, I noticed his voice got softer. He had me try to picture some faraway place I found relaxing. After awhile, I suddenly heard a constant, slow, clicking sound. I must have frowned because he explained that he had just started a metronome. If I wished, I could either ignore it completely or concentrate on it. Whichever I found easiest. 
 
I found it mildly irritating so I decided to concentrate on his voice, which continued to softly guide me down an imaginary path. I felt a little silly and scared at first, but the more he talked, the more I relaxed. I hardly realized it, but everything other than his voice and the rhythmic clicking faded away…
 
I hardly felt like he hypnotized me. But after a while, his guidance slowly brought me back and I was told to open my eyes. When I asked if everything was ok, he smiled and said I would be a wonderful subject. That we had made great strides during the last hour.
 
Hour?
 
I looked at my phone and realized I had been sitting on his sofa for an hour! Even if he assured me I hadn’t fallen in a trance, my mind couldn’t make sense of the gap in time. To me, we had talk for maybe half an hour… But the clock on the wall told the same story as my phone. He said he hadn’t put me under, but I thought I had.
 
He told me to try and walk my little path again when I lay in bed and had trouble sleeping. It wouldn’t make me sleep any faster, but it should quiet my mind a little and eventually help me sleep. We made plans for another session a few days later. I did as he asked and went through my mental path every night, trying to re-capture that sense of relaxation.
 
But all I could think about was his manly voice…
 
I tried to ignore my burning loins, but his physique and confidence struck a cord inside me. How couldn’t a girl be attracted to such a wonderfully muscular specimen? On the night before I was to meet him again, I had to actually get out of bed, fainting to go to the little girls room, just so I could rub myself off without waking my husband! I felt so embarrassed… I tried not to picture Jake as I thought of a big juicy cock ramming itself inside me, but a few times, my treacherous mind flashed his face on the nameless stud pounding into me. 
 
During our next session, I made sure to steer clear of anything remotely regarding my arousal. He didn’t need to know about it and as we talked before the actual hypnosis session, he didn’t ask about it. Like before, his smooth voice put me at ease and we ended up talking a little more about my worries. He really had a knack for it. 
 
Further more, I didn’t realize it at first, but the metronome was out and clicking away as we talked. He finally noticed my wandering eyes and told me it was just there so I would relax. He said association was key if future hypnosis sessions were to work properly. We moved on to other subjects and before long, I was reclining in the sofa, getting comfortable as Jake slowly guided me down.
 
This time, I decided to imagine that the rhythmic clicking was part of my little imaginary world. Like some clock in the far away distance… 
 
To my surprise, it seemed to help. My surroundings faded away as his voice seemed to time itself with every slow click of the metronome…
 
I don’t feel like I fell into a trance… But when he told me to open my eyes, I felt… Relaxed… Refreshed… In fact… I hadn’t felt so good in months… To my amazement, I saw that this session lasted 2 hours! I started to apologize, but he cut me off, saying that he was more than happy to help and since he saw we were having a breakthrough, he couldn’t stop himself and just worked on. I apologized again as I left, but his smile reassured me.
 
I couldn’t believe how good that felt. 
 
Who knew that hypnosis was so… Relaxing?
 
I was glad that we had made plans to meet in 2 days time. I was a little giddy as I admitted that I was eager to be hypnotized again. It just felt so good!
 
Like before, he had instructed me to picture myself in my special relaxing world as I went to bed. But I had so much trouble… As I imagined myself in my special place, I also couldn’t help but recall his voice… His manly… Soft… Commanding voice… I had to sneak in the bathroom on both nights to get myself off. I just couldn’t bare it… I felt so… Horny! And my husband was exhausted…
 
So I pleasured myself in the bathroom… Trying hard NOT to think of Jake. But as you know, trying to avoid thinking of something just makes things worst! I’m ashamed to say, I came hard on the second night, thinking about Jake’s mouth between my legs… Feeling his rough beard on my thighs… His strong tongue circling my clit…
 
As I got to our third session, I immediately noticed that the metronome was working as I walked in. As we talked, I caught myself looking at it instead of Jake. I felt like it could pull me into it’s constant clicking and take me to my special place… A relaxing place…
 
Before I knew it. The session was done and I felt even more incredible. Almost like I had just had a good night’s rest… But as I walked home, I couldn’t help but notice how sore my jaw was… I flexed it a few times and the slight discomfort seemed to go away. It was strange, but I shrugged it off and tried to think of how good I felt when he brought me out of my trance.
 
I had to wait a whole week before I could have Jake hypnotize me again. And it was torture! I kept finding myself thinking about sexy things and it always felt like I was horny. Hot… Like my skin was on fire with arousal! After 3 days, I couldn’t wait anyore and almost jump my husband when he came home. I felt alive and sexy like I did back when we first married. To my delight, he noticed! I also have to say that I barely left him time to actually get through the door before my hands were down his pants and grasping his rapidly hardening manhood. I didn’t want to go down on him at first, since I feared he would be too excited… But after I felt his hands in my back, grabbing me like just the way I liked, I just melted down and took him in my mouth. To my great joy, he didn’t blow his load and eventually pulled me up and pushed me over the arm rest. In mere seconds, I felt his cock penetrate me…
 
God I needed that…
 
“Fuck babe… HHHmmm…” He said as he rammed into me a little harder. “I missed this...”
 
I missed it too… When we started dating, we both had stamina to spare when it came to the bedroom. We were so in love… We could hardly keep our hand off each other. 
 
Feeling his lust for me sent shock waves through my body… I felt he was stroking a fire that had been dormant inside me for ages… Like he had released an inferno… I felt alive with need for him… The pleasure spiked instantly when I heard his coarse voice speak my little namesake. He hardly ever uses it anymore… But he did as he impaled me… He made a point never to call me that in public… It was a special little name he called me in private. I loved it…
 
And the fact he couldn’t help but use it as he forced his cock inside me sent shivers of pleasure in every cell of my body… Threatening to make me cum at any moment… I started to moan almost instantly as he started to fuck me. I couldn’t believe how good it all felt. It was almost like I had never fucked before!
 
His hands held my hips tight as he pulled me back onto him. Again and again I felt his need to fuck me hard as his cock seemed to go deeper with every thrust… My mind was going blank from the pleasure… But… I could still be amazed at the fact that I hadn’t come yet…
 
Every time he pushed in, I felt a spike of pleasure that brought me to the edge… But I never crossed over… I could normally cum a few times when my husband was this excited. But now… It felt like I was going mad!
 
As I felt his pace change, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He had reach the limit of his own arousal and was going for his big finish. I felt my own pleasure respond at the thought of him coming hard inside me. God I missed that… Faster and Faster… He pounded my ass with his hips until suddenly, he jammed hard and I felt his cock go deeper than it ever seemed to reach. I felt it flex as the his hot cum invade my insides…
 
And…
 
I didn’t cum…
 
I felt the brink… The moment when you know you can’t hold it back any more… It was there… Within my reach… But… It just stayed there… Teetering on the edge… I could almost taste my own release…
 
But it never came…
 
As he finally relaxed and let his body crash onto mine in an exhausted heap, I suddenly felt frustrated! Why didn’t I cum? I was so hot… So horny… My mind couldn’t phantom why I hadn’t reached my release. I whimpered as I felt him deflate and flop out of my pussy. I tried to play it cool and kissed him. It wasn’t his fault… He had just fucked me exactly like I needed to be fucked. So why hadn’t I cum?
 
And why was I still so horny?
 
All night I felt like I was about to explode. It made things interesting when I had to change my panties twice because they had gotten soaked with my juices. I could hardly sneak away while my husband was still awake… But when he got in the shower just before bed, I crashed on the bed and spread my legs wide. I rubbed myself furiously, thinking about anything and everything I found remotely sexy. I was on the brink in mere seconds… Ready to explode… But as much as I rubbed… I just stayed there… On the edge…
 
I abandoned my efforts with a frustrated sigh as I heard the shower turn off. What was happening? Was this a side effect from my hypnosis sessions? Had I somehow forgotten how to cum? I went in the shower after my husband and tried again, but nothing worked… I ended up trying to calm myself by dropping the water temperature way down… To a point I was freezing my ass off!
 
It helped me a little… But as soon as I got dried and put on my nighty, I felt the pleasure rise again… What the hell was wrong with me? I couldn’t face my husband with the truth so I decided to just go to bed and try not to disturb him. Which seemed to work until he turned towards me and kissed me deeply on the lips. I thought he was aiming for round 2 and my body instantly responded, but he didn’t make a move. 
 
Our kiss ended and he just looked in my eyes adoringly. Lovingly… 
 
“Good night Babe…” he said before turning away from me again.
 
I blinked a few times. All of a sudden, I felt my pleasure drain away into nothing. Just like that, I went from incredibly horny to feeling like I should read a book on accounting or something. What just happened? I spent a few hours NOT sleeping and thinking about how strange I had felt all evening. 
 
I hardly slept at all.
 
I was a little worried, but nothing else happened until the weekend. My husband had to work overtime on Saturday and just before he left for work, he kissed me sweetly and said:
 
“Try to relax today Babe… Don’t do any chores or shopping ok? Just… Take a bath or something…”
 
He turned and left. I just stayed there and looked at the closed door. I couldn’t believe how horny I was feeling. I almost moaned as I grabbed my own tit and squeezed. Where was this arousal coming from? I felt heat spreading along my skin and for all the world, I felt like I was about to cum! And it was only 7 O’clock! 
 
My hand crept inside my night robe and into my panties. I was soaking wet! My fingers barely traced my swollen clit and a spike of pleasure threatened to push me over the edge. But it didn’t… I started to rub myself right there in the living room and tried to ride the pleasure to what felt like an unavoidable orgasm.
 
But it never came…
 
I felt like I was about to have it multiple times, but I never did! I finally decided to stop and go take a long… Cold… Shower. Which barely helped. I spent the next few hours going completely crazy? Why was I still so horny? I was so confused… I felt incredibly good and sexy while being insanely frustrated! And tired… The whole thing just seemed to drain every once of energy I had.
 
I ended up laying down after lunch, trying to make sense of how horny I was. I was slowly rubbing myself as I drifted off to sleep on the sofa. I was plague with multiple erotic dreams… Some about my husband… But most of them about Jake… 
 
I woke up with my hand still posed on my crotch. Which was a mess… I looked at the time and I had dosed off 3 hours ago! Wow… I never manage to sleep for 3 hours straight! I felt somewhat refreshed, but still tired. Still horny…
 
I tried to ignore it, which was very hard, by doing chores all around the house. By the time my husband got home, I was so horny I jumped him at the door. Again…
 
He was tired and I ended it bouncing away on him on the sofa. I didn’t mind even if I was tired. I just wanted to fuck… Reach my release…
 
But I didn’t… Not before he grabbed me hard and I felt him cum deep inside me. I whimpered in frustration… Not again…
 
The whole evening was a repeat performance from the other day. I just couldn’t get over my arousal. I was running out of panties…
 
Until My husband kissed me good night saying:
 
“Good night Babe…”
 
And my arousal finally drained and left me. Could… No… That would be impossible. Would it? I started to have my suspicions on what was happening, but I couldn’t tell my husband about it. Would I even want to address it with Jake? It could possibly be my imagination… 
 
Choice 1
 
So what does Stacey do?
 
A - Ask if the sessions are messing with her libido in a way that prevented her from coming.
B - Ask to suspend the hypnosis part of the session until she can understand what is happening to her.
C - Get scared and not go to the hypnosis session. Thinking that Jake had something to do with her weird behavior.
D - Call Becky before the session to get her advice.