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Paul knew she was close. Three thick fingers stretched her opening while his lips and tongue worked her sweet spot. Her fingertips pressed against his head like EEG electrodes. As he heard her cry out and felt her contractions start, he thought to himself, “That was the easy part.”

As her orgasm faded, Helen automatically tried to raise his head, her innervated nexus unable to stand more stimulation. But he resisted.

“Rewind, my love,” he intoned. “You are so beautiful when you cum, rewind. Take a breath and rewind.” Paul repeated similar phrases, emphasizing the trigger word—rewind. Through her orgasmic haze, she remembered that word. “Relax, dear Helen, and rewind.” She dropped her hands, released the tension in her body and surrendered to his will.

His hands reached to her breasts where they had been just a few minutes earlier, fingers circling her tingling areolas; his mouth retreated to wider and more varied nibbling and kissing. It took only half a minute for Paul to conclude that she was past the danger zone and he turned to rebuilding her excitement. When she didn’t push him away, he could smile only to himself—his oral activity kept his mouth busy.

When the tension grew in her thighs and belly, he brought his hands back down: his left palm pressed against her mound, his right fingers bathed in her lubrication before reentering her. Paul watched for any warnings but saw none so he proceeded as before, licking and sucking and thrusting as her breaths became choppy.

His tongue made Helen squirm as it danced around her pussy, returning to her clit more often and for longer visits. Her sounds and movements became more energetic, and he knew it was time to drive her back over the edge.

Her usual yelp and sigh were followed by her surprised voice moaning, “Oh, wow! Oh, wow!” They both realized they had accomplished their goal—Helen had experienced her first multiple orgasm!

“Congratulations, my love, rewind,” he sang, wanting to see if a third was possible. “I love you so much, rewind. Breathe deep, relax and rewind.” He could see it was harder for her this time. Her body wanted to curl up in a ball, but he stroked her everywhere he could reach while his face maintained its station, repeating the trigger word. Another minute allowed her hypersensitivity to relent and she was receptive when he resumed his mouth work.

The build was slower this time, and he worried that she might be worn out before she could reach the peak again. Paul stayed with what had been successful, hoping her recent memory would echo and increase the effect. Her pussy was awash with her fluids and he wanted to lap them all up. But encouraged by the moans she was making, he kept to his task and focused once more on her clit.

“Make me cum… again!” her voice was uncharacteristically demanding, pleading. Her hands pressed his head against her and he felt her hips buck as she sought the unhoped-for release. He reassured her with his steady rhythm, he would not leave her hanging.

She held her breath, her whole body stiff, and he knew she must be on the edge. He stayed on target, letting her choose to jump rather than trying to give her a push. His eyes struggled to see her despite the awkward view, looking over her slim torso between the hills of her breasts, seeing mostly chin and nose. He got a glimpse of her face as she reached the brink, the ultimate tension lifting her back and neck off of the pillow. Her sharp whimper, long exhale and tightened grip on his fingers showed her third completion.

Paul gingerly slurped her juices, but her jerks told him she was too ticklish for a fourth attempt, so he moved up beside her. Her eyes were wet with emotion as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

It had been about a year since the two had realized they were putting on weight. Married life often does that. Six months of diets and joining a gym had made no progress when Paul saw an ad for a hypnosis course. He wondered if they could learn to hypnotize each other to adopt and stick to a healthier lifestyle.

Unlike some popular notions, hypnosis isn’t magic or mind control. It’s a way to train your mind to do what you want to do. It works best with someone you trust and takes repetition to make major changes. Paul and Helen learned to hypnotize each other and found themselves using the gym membership more and eating better and losing weight.

When it came to orgasms, Helen had always been a one-and-done woman. Although curious about the stories of multiple orgasms, she was satisfied with what she got, and was just too sensitive and too exhausted after her climax to continue. Paul had read about erotic hypnosis and asked if she wanted to try to apply their new skill to the endeavor.

A week before that successful attempt, Paul had placed her in a trance to give her the trigger word. “After you have an orgasm, when you hear the word ‘rewind,’ you will return to the way you were feeling two minutes earlier. After you reach your peak and the pleasure washes over you, when I say ‘rewind,’ instead of floating down to the ground, you will go back to when you were building to your climax.”

Helen didn’t know if it could work but was intrigued by the possibility. Paul repeated the induction a few more times to reinforce it. When they tested the post-hypnotic suggestion that Saturday, they were both pleasantly surprised.

Thursday night the next week, Paul had a dinner meeting with a client. When he got home, he found Helen already in bed, asleep. As he bent to kiss her hello, she roused, looking tired. Thinking she might be ill, he asked, “How are you feeling, my love?”

His concern was quickly dispelled when she grinned and exclaimed, “Five times! I rewound myself and made myself orgasm five times in a row.” She fumbled under the blanket a moment, then pulled out her vibrator. “I guess I am officially multi-orgasmic!” she beamed.

The successes inspired them to find other things they might improve or explore. The next item they chose was anal intercourse.

Both of them were virgins relative to complete penis-anus penetration. They had separately and together occasionally put fingers or sex toys in their butts, but regardless of what they saw in porn, Paul wasn’t that excited about it, and Helen was ambivalent. They had tried it a few times with poor results. Despite preparation and intellectual desire, his cock refused to stay hard enough and her asshole wouldn’t relax enough for an enjoyable experience.

In the afterglow of a lovemaking session in which they had both used buttplugs, Helen raised the topic. “Do you think we could hypnotize each other to have anal sex?” she posed.

“Whatever you wish, my love,” he gave the only response he could, still steeped in delicious hormones.

They decided they should both use the same trigger word—majestic. For him, it would evoke strength and power for his penis as well as beauty and nobility for where he was going to put it. For her, it would imply elegance and grace for her anus as well as splendor and refinement in welcoming him inside her.

They took a few days hypnotizing each other and implanting the trigger, repeating it to increase the strength of the suggestion. Buoyed by their successes, they approached that Saturday evening with optimism and excitement, but as they prepared themselves, the earlier failures raised doubts.

They kissed and stroked each other as they got in the mood.

“It will be majestic,” Helen said with a giggle, but then became more serious. The trigger words require a consistent tenor and intensity to be effective. “Your cock is majestic,” she said, stroking it and feeling it grow in her hand.

“Your ass is majestic,” Paul said, gripping a cheek with his strong hand. He gently ran his fingers down her crack, stopping when he detected her pucker. Circling the opening, he said, “You have a majestic asshole.”

He moved away a bit so she could roll onto her stomach. Slipping a condom on his finger, he applied a generous dollop of lube. His other hand massaged her tight spheres as he breached her opening, coating her entrance with the slickness.

“That feels majestic,” Helen sighed.

Paul withdrew his finger to get more lube. Seeing the usually neglected indentation, he felt compelled to press his face between her pale, smooth globes, his lips zeroing in to kiss it, his tongue stretching to probe into it. Helen twitched and giggled at the surprise move; he stroked her back to relax her as his finger swirled more lube into her rectum.

“It just looked so majestic,” he said, almost apologetically. His work done, he reclined next to her on his back.

She rubbed his swollen organ to full readiness, then reached for a condom and unrolled it onto it. “I want this majestic cock inside my butt,” she said, spreading a generous layer of lube over it. Pumping it with her right hand, she massaged his balls with her left, continuing, “and I want these majestic balls to explode with pleasure.”

They had decided Helen would try riding his cock. It was just a few inches different than her cowgirl position. She climbed on top of him, leaning back to part her cheeks with his rod. “Sit your majestic ass on my majestic cock,” he said, feeling his cock surge. He used his hand to keep it pointed straight up, his glans pressing into her crack.

Helen exhaled and felt the round head against her sphincter. Leaning back, she engulfed it. “Majestic,” she sighed, applying more pressure as it slid into her.

Only when he had removed his hand and she had sat fully on him did the two exchange a triumphant smile. Each wiggled a bit, adjusting to the tight feeling. Paul reached to fill his hands with her firm breasts as Helen rocked forward and they slowly began to fuck.

“Majestic!” they said in unison, as they enjoyed the new feelings. Paul lamented not being able to kiss Helen but dared not risk changing their position. They air-kissed and whispered the trigger, eyes locked on each other. Mutual apprehension dissolved to satisfaction as the lube did its job and they realized they had passed the point where they had always failed before.

Feeling more confident, Paul released his hands to roam her body. When his fingers reached her pussy, he realized that she was not getting any friction where she needed it the most.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m enjoying this,” she smiled, seeing his concern.

“Why don’t you lean back a little?” he suggested.

She moved her hands behind her for support. His gaze was captured by the sight of her pussy, the dark honey triangle of curls above and, now, the sight of his shaft emerging and disappearing below. Squirting lube on his fingers, he reached to caress her. He parted her vulva, gently making her tender flesh slippery.

Helen moaned softly as he massaged her folds. When he brushed against her clit, she gasped as an electric pulse went through her. So focused on the new stimulation, she had forgotten her usual source; the two together were amplifying.

Paul felt the side-effects of his manipulations as her muscles squeezed his shaft. Not wanting to finish just yet, he distracted himself by attending to her. He pressed two fingers into her cunt, his thumb drawing circles around her hooded nub. Knowing he could explode any moment whether he wanted to or not, he hoped his wife could also feel this good.

“I wish you would have a majestic orgasm while sitting on my majestic cock,” he said. “I can wait for you… I think.”

Helen enjoyed the feel of his cock inside her rear, warmer and softer than the usual toys. The tingling that spread from that area was like a hot shower spray, warming and relaxing her. When he began to stroke her pussy, it shifted into a higher gear. Clit, cunt, and asshole now burned with pleasure and a desire for more.

Looking down at his beaming face, she felt the energy collect at the back of her neck and flow down her spine. She did not know if all the different good feelings bouncing around in her body would coalesce into an orgasm, but she wriggled against him, feeling the possibility grow.

“Either way is good, you majestic lover,” she reassured him.

With one strong hand churning her sex, the other reached to tenderly stroke her breasts, then stretched for her face, just out of reach. She obliged him by craning her neck forward, and he stroked her cheek. She playfully took his fingers in her mouth, the feel of him penetrating her a third way pushing her to another level.

It had the same effect on him, and Paul felt himself being launched into the air. “I’m cumming!” he exclaimed, feeling weightless as the exhilaration made his body twitch. Helen sat down and ground her ass against his pulsating balls. His sweet contractions forced the fluid through the tight ring around his shaft, bathing the head inside the condom with its heat.

“It’s so good,” he groaned, “so majestic. You’re so—.”

Although he continued, she didn’t register the rest of his verses. Their eyes were locked in love and passion. She thrilled to see him like this, in an ecstasy of her creation. That fourth point of intimacy was perhaps the greatest, and her climax washed over her, unexpectedly, overwhelmingly.

He saw it in her eyes, making him shiver despite the ebbing of his orgasm. His practiced hand hadn’t stopped during his explosion, but he renewed his efforts as he felt her contractions.

“I’m cumming,” she moaned belatedly. She had abandoned her riding but still held the warm throbbing guest deep inside her. Paul’s fingers stirred her flesh, wringing the pleasure from it, making it flow all through her.

So completely joined yet feeling too distant, he pulled, she leaned, and their bodies pressed together. He withdrew his hand and she ejected his cock, but all that mattered were the two hearts beating against each other. When they slowed to their normal pace, the couple rolled to their sides.

Paul dispensed with the condom and each used some tissues to tidy the other up.

“Majestic,” they both giggled. Another milestone had been achieved through hypnosis.

Leila was Helen’s best friend since high school and maid-of-honor at their wedding. Although she and Paul could be polite when necessary, they both tried to avoid each other. Helen thought they were somehow jealous of each other and would adjust to both being important parts of her life, but as time went on things had gotten worse instead of better.

When the new hot chick-flick opened, Leila tapped Helen to see it with her, which ruined a special surprise dinner Paul had planned for his wife. Helen could see Paul was upset when she got home, a little tipsy from the post-movie drinks. He loved his wife too much to blame her, but he lashed out at her best friend.

It was a week later when Helen revisited the event. “It breaks my heart that you two don’t get along,” she began. Paul resented her bringing up Leila right then, as their intertwined bodies were still damp and logy from the morning’s lovemaking. Her warm lips sealed his mouth before he could give voice to his complaint.

“I want to hypnotize you both to like each other,” she said when her tongue returned to her own mouth.

“Whatever you wish, my love,” he replied, expressing the only thought his oxytocin-soaked brain could form at that moment. Leila reluctantly agreed when she heard that Paul was willing; Helen omitted the details of how she got his consent.

Helen hypnotized both Paul and Leila, with the trigger phrase “best friends” to make them forget their past disagreements.

“Because Leila and I grew up together, you should see something of me when you look at her,” she told Paul.

“He is a part of me now,” she told Leila. “When you criticize him, it’s like you hate my tits.”

“You are willing to overlook my flaws and focus on what you like about me,” she reminded them. “You are both wonderful people, which is why I love you both. You should try to see each other the way I do.” Helen reinforced the trigger in a few sessions with each before the three set off on a weekend trip.

“Three best friends, spending the weekend at the lake,” Helen said as they picked up Leila. It was a six-hour drive to the cabin. They took turns driving and rotated who sat in the back. Helen found a reason to use the trigger words multiple times and noticed some positive results. Neither husband nor friend criticized the other’s driving, and they chatted pleasantly enough when Helen pretended to nap in the back seat.

When Paul was in the back, he had to admit to himself that the women did care for each other and had a lot of history together, as they told stories from long before he was in the picture.

Leila also saw another side of him. They were near the destination as the sun went down and the narrow roads through the woods were not well-marked. Helen must have made a wrong turn because they reached a dead-end. Rather than taking over as many men would have, Paul let his wife decide what to do and helped her, staring into the shadows to look for the hidden sign they had missed.

It was full dark when they reached the cabin Helen had rented. They got settled. Paul lit the fireplace as Leila opened the wine and Helen broke out some snacks. She sat between the two on opposite sides of the large couch, reaching to tug them both close to her.

“I love you both so much,” she said, “I want you to be best friends.”

Paul could not resist the temptation to lean over and kiss his wife deeply. Maybe he was subconsciously trying to show Leila that he was more than just a friend or maybe he just found his wife so lovable at that moment.

Whether moved by the camaraderie, the wine, or something else, after Helen had a moment to breathe, Leila leaned in and also gave her a kiss full on the mouth.

Paul’s jaw dropped in surprise, and it seemed to him that Helen was also taken unawares. After a few seconds, she returned the kiss, tender rather than passionate, her hand on Leila’s cheek. His upper and lower male brains jolted to attention.

“I sometimes wondered what that would be like,” Helen broke the silence, indicating that this was a first-time occurrence.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Leila admitted, a little flushed. She was the more impulsive of the two. “Maybe I was jealous of Paul and I guess all this talk about being best friends just inspired me.”

Helen took a long sip of her wine before she set down her glass and leaned back. “Your turn, best friends,” she smiled, placing a hand behind Paul’s and Leila’s heads, urging their faces together.

Neither had expected this development, but neither wanted to break the mood or disappoint Helen. Both had to admit to themselves that the other was objectively attractive. Leila approached it like a spin-the-bottle game. It was more intense for Paul, his hormones alert, any inhibition dissolved by his wife’s hand on his neck.

Helen expected more reluctance, but her hands guided more than forced their faces together. She wasn’t even sure why she asked them to do it at that moment; Leila’s kiss had surprised her, and perhaps this was a way to make less of it.

For husband and friend, it was a tentative first kiss, lips only. Three breaths were held; there was no impartial measurement of how long it lasted; there were three separate memories of the duration.

They finished the bottle of wine in short order and thought better of opening another that night. As they stood for a group hug, Helen said “Leila and Paul, Paul and Leila, my best friends.” They adjourned to bed, each considering some lines crossed, some lines removed, some new lines drawn.

In the morning, Paul and Helen woke when they heard Leila doing something in the kitchen. Both naked under the sheets, they were considering what to put on to find some coffee when the door burst open.

Having improvised a pantry shelf as a tray, Leila entered carrying three plates, three cups, and three glasses, containing breakfast burritos, coffee, and mimosas. She motioned them apart a bit so she could set it between them on the bed, then sat at the foot of the bed and raised her glass.

She waited for the couple to lift theirs then said, “A toast to best friends!” Leila noticed that Helen was struggling to keep the sheet up as she reached for her breakfast. “Don’t be modest, Helen. Here, maybe this will make you more comfortable.”

Paul almost dumped his hot coffee in his lap as Leila raised the tank top she presumably had slept in over her head and dropped it on the bed. She was taller and curvier than Helen; her melons were pendulous compared to his wife’s perky pears. He dared only a quick glance before looking to see what she thought.

“I guess it’s no big deal,” she conceded, letting the sheet drop to her lap.

Paul could not avoid surveying both pairs of mounds as they ate and talked. Nor did he fail to notice each woman eyeing the other’s chest. Apparently, they had not spent much time naked around each other. When they had finished, Leila collected everything on her ersatz tray and was about to exit when she stopped.

“This wasn’t really fair, you know,” her voice was teasing. “Helen and I had to expose ourselves, but you kept that hidden.” She gestured with her head towards the small tent Paul’s penis had pitched with the sheet. Setting the tray down, she quickly grabbed the sheet and yanked it off the bed.

Husband and wife were laughing in surprise and made vain attempts to cover their genitals with their hands, but Leila wanted more.

“Helen, that is hardly what you’ve described to me. Have you been exaggerating?” she accused. Paul felt his cock shrinking at these developments, so was not in much of a position to defend himself.

“You talk about fairness,” his wife stood up for him even as his dick didn’t. “You can’t expect him to be full length when we’re just sitting around talking. Let me show you.” With hardly a glance at Paul—giving him no chance to object—Helen moved closer and grabbed his organ, pulling on it to move him toward her. It took only a moment for him to find a comfortable position and to begin to respond to her skilled hands.

“Well, that’s better, but still not what you claimed,” Leila wasn’t going to give up easily.

Paul had not seen this competitive spirit between them before. Following their back and forth let him watch two sets of tits dance; his libido was responding despite the unexpected circumstances.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see I told the truth,” she said as she pumped his shaft faster and harder. His eyes watched Leila watching him as he waited for another response from her, so he didn’t expect the wet warmth that embraced his cock.

Helen’s tongue swirled around the head as her lips sealed around his shaft. She bobbed slowly, each time taking him a little deeper, her saliva making more of him slippery. There seemed little for Paul to do besides responding to her, but he lovingly caressed her back and stroked her hair in appreciation. She gagged and coughed, something she hated to do, and he blamed it on her awkward position.

“That doesn’t fool me,” Leila sounded triumphant. “It’s easy to pretend to gag and act as if it’s so big!”

Helen raised her head defiantly, her hand firmly milking Paul’s cock from his balls to the tip. Her hand-over-hand technique was achieving maximum results.

“Take it easy, my love,” he gasped, “I can’t take very much of that!”

“Well, since we’re all best friends,” Helen played her wild card, “I’m sure Paul would be willing to let you see for yourself.”

If there had been any chance he might have objected, the fact that his wife was suggesting it with her hand gripping his cock, not to mention the hypnotic trigger she had implanted, eliminated it. Paul had no time to consider whether the hypnosis might explain Leila’s behavior. He could only watch as she climbed onto the bed between his legs.

Paul’s rod, throbbing and slick from his wife’s mouth, stood proudly between his legs. He was sure his cock had never been longer or stiffer. Defending Helen’s honor and his own, he kegeled his cock in Leila’s face. He saw some doubt in Leila’s eyes when she saw it up close, but she was too committed to give up. As she opened her mouth, Paul saw teeth and had a moment of fear.

“We’re best friends, either way, right?” he said, a little nervous. Paying no attention to him, Leila opened wide and lowered her head. Helen was not a deep throat fan, and he was more than satisfied with how often and how much and how deeply she sucked his penis. She had taken his glans to the back of her throat on occasion, sometimes managing her gag reflex, sometimes not.

Leila’s hands gripped the base of his cock firmly to keep him from squirming as her tongue on the underside sent shocks through him. The ring of her lips reached her fingers and he knew he was deep. Helen’s face was mere inches away from all this.

“Take your hands away,” his wife taunted, “take all of it… if you can!”

Leila was sure she had sucked bigger cocks, but, as she prepared for the final push, she considered perhaps not so long. Two weeks ago, it would have been inconceivable, but right now, she wanted to swallow his full length, and it didn’t matter how or why. She knew Paul would not help, so she reached up and pushed her own head down onto him.

Paul was never so happy to hear a woman gag as he was right then. He never cared for that sound, although he knew some liked it, perhaps because of the intensity it implied. Like a lot of sex sounds, it’s bound to occur sometimes. Leila tried to suppress it, tried to recover, but she had to lift her head.

“I told you,” Helen crowed. Leila’s face was red, maybe for more than one reason.

“But we’re still best friends, aren’t we?” Paul chimed.

“Of course,” Leila sighed in defeat. Helen moved to hug her. For Paul, the sight of four lovely breasts mashed together would have increased the challenge. The unexpected kiss between them last night seemed a long time ago.

Seeking to regain the initiative as she knelt on the bed, Leila asked, “How come he has all the fun?”

“Well, you still have your shorts on.” Helen pointed out that she was the only one who wasn’t completely naked. Leila laughed and shimmied out of her shorts and panties. The couple both looked twice to confirm she was hairless between her legs.

Paul couldn’t believe his ears, but the trigger made it seem perfectly natural when his wife said, “Since we’re best friends, you can try my husband’s penis and see how it measures up to your vagina.”

In a daze, hypnotic or otherwise, Paul just smiled and watched as his wife licked his cock back to slickness and her best friend moved to straddle him and squatted over his crotch. Helen held his cock as Leila lowered herself onto it.

“Now stop right there!” Helen ordered when her husband was completely absorbed by her friend. “Before I help you fuck each other’s brains out, do you promise there will be no more disagreements between you, that you’ll truly be best friends?”

Paul and Leila eyed each other, unsure how they got to this point. Helen’s left hand held her friend’s nearest boob, pinching its swollen nipple between her thumb and forefinger; her right hand gripped her husband’s balls tightly; she had their attention. She knew her husband would agree to anything when he was this turned on, but her friend was strong-willed and didn’t like being told what to do. Nevertheless, she was not immune to the hormones racing through her or the power of the hypnotic trigger.

Leila paused, more to engage her brain to realize she had been asked a question than to hesitate to answer. “Yes, yes, I promise!” she groaned. “Please let me ride his cock!”

”I promise, too!” Paul sang when Helen looked down at him in turn.

“Okay, then. Go to it!” she cried, releasing her grip on his nuts and bending to suck the nipple she had pinched. Leila began to bounce while Paul grabbed handfuls of her ass.

Helen spent her time on whatever parts of whoever seemed to need caressing. She took advantage of the opportunity to explore the new territory of her friend’s body more than the well-known regions of her husband’s. Her fingers enjoyed palpating her softer, rounder friend.

She directed the action; after a bit, she gently urged Leila onto her back to allow Paul to roll on top of her. Helen took turns kissing both, feeling their excitement grow. Her own body tingled as she watched her husband fuck her best friend, demonstrating the long strokes that the couple relished.

Helen enjoyed the sight of Paul’s firm ass and strong thighs as he pounded Leila, a view she could only imagine when she was under him. Her friend’s fuller body jiggled with each impact, her large breasts oscillating with the rhythm of the fucking. She wondered how many cocks had been sandwiched between those mounds, an activity her boobs weren’t suited for.

Paul looked at Helen, knowing he was close and wanting to be sure it was what she wanted. She smiled and nodded, quickly licking three fingers and reaching between the two. She wanted to see Leila climax and she strummed her friend’s clit with her fingers to help make that happen.

Pleasantly surprised by the stimulation and unconcerned about the source, Leila just looked back and forth between the couple’s faces as they drove her to the summit. “Oh, yes! I’m cumming,” she groaned. The other two exchanged such a loving glance, her arms tried to hold them both, left hand grabbing Paul’s right buttock as he kept up his pistoning, right hand squeezing Helen’s left cheek as she buffed her clit.

“Go ahead, honey,” Helen urged, her right hand gripping Paul’s left butt.

Paul had planned to keep eye contact with his wife as he peaked, but it is impossible not to look in the eyes of your partner when she says she is cumming. Both hands on his ass pushed him deeper and drove him to his orgasm. The clench of Leila’s hot flesh made him boil over, thrusting and grunting erratically as he shot his spunk into her cunt.

They ground together, tenderly now as the wash of ecstasy spread through their bodies. Paul bent to kiss Leila on the mouth and she responded passionately. Their tongues danced and, before either had a chance to worry, Helen’s hands on their heads reassured them that she approved.

Seeing Leila so hungry then so satisfied then so vulnerable in that brief span of time permanently changed how Paul thought of her. Similarly, she saw Paul in a new light and, more significantly, saw how much Helen loved both husband and friend.

After a bit, Paul rolled off of Leila. Seeming to have the same thought, they both reached to pull Helen between them.

“What has your evil mind control made us do?” teased Leila. “How did you get me to let this asshole fuck me?”

“And how did you make me fuck this bitch?” Paul got into the spirit of things.

Helen’s look of dismay was replaced by terror when they began to poke and tickle her until she was out of breath.

“I think we need to teach her a lesson,” Paul said when they let her recover. His mind sorted through different fantasies until he found one he thought would work. “I think she should have to service both of us,” he said. He paused to see the quizzical expression on the women’s faces. Then added, “At the same time.”

Getting out of the bed, he grabbed Helen’s ankles and pulled her sideways across the bed, her head towards Leila.

“Eat that pussy,” he commanded. “Suck my cum out of her cunt.” The skeptical looks he got from the two made him realize he was spreading it a little thick.

“Come on,” he teased, looking at Helen, “don’t you want to know how her pussy tastes?” Turning his gaze to Leila he continued, “Haven’t you ever imagined her down there? You two have been best friends forever, has the thought never crossed your minds?”

The two blushed and exchanged glances. They seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first move, so Paul took charge.  “Leila, turn on your side and raise your leg. Helen, you lean in there and get licking.”

With sheepish grins, the two complied. Tentatively at first, Helen licked the residual dampness from Leila’s vulva. Sighing, her friend wriggled closer. “You’re so beautiful,” Helen paused to admire the smooth bare flesh before spreading the pink folds with her fingers.

From the tender way she approached her feast, Paul concluded that this was Helen’s first pussy. He didn’t rush her, but let her friend provide guidance. Of course, Leila had been eaten before by men, but clearly not by her friend.

His plan for her “punishment” was to fuck Helen while she licked Leila. It didn’t matter what their relative positions were, he was sure he could find a way to get his dick in somehow.

“That’s it,” Leila gasped as Helen found her clit. “Lick it, slowly, firmly.” Her soft moans indicated she was getting what she asked for. Paul’s hands fondled his cock and balls as he watched and listened. He caught Leila watching him and saw her lick her lips.

He misunderstood her thoughts, though, because she squirmed around in the bed, moving her head towards Helen’s crotch. “It’s only fair,” Leila giggled as she pulled her friend’s torso toward her. Diving between her thighs, she kissed her way toward the neatly trimmed patch. Whether more experienced or just more confident, she eagerly explored her friend’s genitals.

Helen squealed in delight as Leila found her sensitive spots. The two women took turns titillating each other before settling into simultaneous licking. With each face between the other’s legs, they were oblivious to Paul’s moving to watch their techniques and reactions. He was so turned on by the vision of these two, he had to pause his masturbating to avoid interrupting them with a shower.

Whether because of Leila’s skill or Helen’s as-yet-unrequited excitement, he heard his wife approaching her peak first. Paul struggled to resist reaching out to touch her, not wanting to distract her. Her legs closed on her friend’s head and she hugged her body tightly as she groaned and shivered with the waves of pleasure.

When she recovered, she looked down and cried “Oops! Sorry about that,” as she opened her legs to release Leila’s head. Bending her neck awkwardly to try to address her face rather than her pussy, she sang, “That was wonderful! You made me cum so hard.”

Seeing Paul standing like an unwanted side dish with his throbbing cock in his hand, Helen felt a little guilty. She whimpered “Oh!” and reached out to him. He took her hand and kissed it, stroking her hair and smiling to show there were no jealous feelings.

“I don’t want to interrupt,” he encouraged her, his eyes glancing at Leila’s open wet pussy. “Do you mind if I find someplace to put this?”

“Whatever you wish, my love,” she replied, in the same post-orgasmic haze that would get Paul to agree to anything.

Helen resumed her work on Leila. Paul moved to see her smiling face, wet with his wife’s juices. He bent to kiss her, tasting the familiar flavor. It took him a moment to realize that her soft moan was caused by his wife.

“Would you mind if I got in here?” he asked.

She was unsure what he wanted, but managed to giggle, “Anything for my best friends,” as she squirmed from Helen’s attentions.

Paul climbed onto the bed and moved to spoon his wife. He figured he could slip into her from behind without disrupting the two of them. His dick felt like it had grown to new limits, and he knew Helen’s cunt would be gushing and yearning to be filled because of Leila’s mouth work.

It slipped in easily. In that position, he could look over Helen’s shoulder to watch her lick and suck her friend. He waited balls-deep until she got back to work before he slowly began to fuck her. His hand wandered around both bodies within reach. Paul tried to hold back, wanting to wait for Leila to peak before he finished.

Suddenly, Leila yelled, “Ow!” Helen stopped, wondering what she did wrong. Paul guessed what had happened because of the impact he felt on his balls.

“Sorry,” Leila whined. “I tried to lick you while you were being fucked and Paul hit my head!” She laughed, “I’m so turned on, how could I resist when that cock and that pussy are right in my face?”

They all laughed, breaking the mood. Leila decided it was safer to use her hands and cupped Paul’s balls while stroking Helen’s pussy. Husband resumed fucking, wife resumed eating, and friend resumed moaning as the three got back to business.

Helen was determined to repay her friend for the orgasm she had received from her.  She focused on her clit, sucking and flicking as she liked to have done to her.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Leila pleaded. “Just mash your tongue on my clit and move it back and forth.” Happy for the guidance, Helen did her best. “That’s it! Just like that.” Her body tensed as she sought her release.

Paul kept up his slow rhythm while Helen hoped her tongue would last as she felt her friend squirm. Being a woman, she knew the importance of consistency in the home stretch, even if it seemed like a long time.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” her friend encouraged again and again, and Helen’s excitement rose at the prospect. Finally, she groaned, “Oh Helen! Keep going! I’m cumming! Keep going!”

Helen had never been in that position, so was unprepared for how much her friend’s legs thrashed. She struggled to stay on target; Leila’s vocalizations indicated success. “Okay, okay, that’s enough,” she finally sighed, wiggling to get away from that insistent tongue.

Resting her head on Leila’s thigh, Helen felt thrilled at what she had done, then slowly became aware of what had been happening below her waist while she was focused on her friend. Her husband’s hard cock was slowly fucking her. She felt his familiar fingers reach around to stroke her drenched pussy. His hot breath was in her ear.

“Is this okay?” he asked, remembering he had slipped in while she was busy. “Or would you like something else?”

“It’s perfect,” she sighed. “Right where I want to be between my best friends.”

Paul moved his hips and fingers faster, feeling his wife meet his thrusts.

“That’s so good,” she sang. “This won’t take long. All this has really got me going again.” Paul was happy to hear that since his groin was on fire.

He was about to lose control when he heard her moan, “Oh, Paul!” He felt her body quake just as the heat flashed through him, his cock shooting his hot liquid deep inside her.

The couple writhed together in ecstasy; their friend pulled them close, making a sensual sandwich. All three floated in the afterglow for several minutes until Paul’s expended organ shrank to the point where it popped out of Helen.

“Oh, I think we broke him,” Leila laughed, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Don’t worry,” Helen giggled, “I know how to revive him. Just let him rest a bit.”

“Um, what’s for lunch?” Paul chuckled. “I’m going to need to keep up my stamina!”

The following afternoon, they were packed and almost ready for the drive home. The intervening time had been spent eating, napping, and having sex in various combinations, positions, and locations.

As they drank their after-dinner coffee, Helen interrupted a momentary silence. “I have a confession.”

“Well, two confessions, really,” she waited until she was sure she had their attention. “When I hypnotized you to become best friends,” her emphasis on the trigger still got their attention, “I… also… suggested that you would be attracted to each other.”

“I just thought it would increase the chances that you two would get along,” she continued. “You aren’t so quick to criticize someone you think is hot.” Paul and Leila exchanged grins.

“But as I imagined you two flirting with each other, I began to worry that I might get jealous.”  She paused and took a breath. “I didn’t know how to undo it, so I did a little research, and hypnotized myself to accept and encourage you two to be as close to each other as you are to me.”

“I never expected it to go this far,” she said, looking down at her empty cup. “We were taught you can’t hypnotize someone to do something they don’t want to do. I wasn’t trying to get us to do all this, honest!”

Helen’s sheepish look of guilt disappeared as Paul and Leila broke into raucous laughter mixed with reassurances that they were happy with how things turned out.

“I guess your hypnotic powers are just too strong,” Leila giggled.

“No, my dear wife,” Paul said, “I would have to say that they are just strong enough.”