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In one of the hotels that I worked in during my early years working for Armstrong Hotels, I met a woman who studied yoga and meditation. It was after a particularly busy shift she offered to lead a meditation for anyone that was interested. I joined her and never looked back. Over the few months that I was there, she taught me several basics which I have built on since.

Whether my workload is heavy or light, I had got into the habit, ever since that placement, to take a few minutes for myself. I would use some breathing and focus exercises just to rebalance myself. I tried this at least once mid-morning, around lunchtime and mid-afternoon. On that particular day my eyes fell on the photo I kept on my desk. It was a picture of Nicola on our wedding day.

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“Nicola Harris, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

I was on my knee in front of her, holding the ring I had bought and she was still seated at the table with all of our family around us.

For me, there had been about fifteen months leading up to this day. For Nicola, it was a bit more of a surprise, though I hoped not a complete shock as we had talked about, at some point, perhaps, getting hitched, maybe, one day.

After telling me about her adventure with Steph and Alex, Nicola and I went back to her parents and had a delicious dinner. Callum, Nicola’s little brother, was told off several times for making fun of us. He was seven years her junior and still thought love and all that was a bit icky.

“Ooh! Are you in love?” he said to me at one point.

Nicola’s mum was about to admonish him, when I replied, “Yes, I am. We are.”

“Oh?”

I took Nicola’s hand, “Callum, one day you’ll find someone that it feels just right being next to, holding their hand. You’ll get butterflies just thinking of your next meeting and feel something is missing when they’re not there. When you get to that day, call me, I promise not to take the mickey too much.” I finished with a wink.

Nicola squeezed my hand, her mum and dad both smiled at me.

“And when I get to that day…” I started. Nicola stopped holding my hand and slapped my arm.

The rest of the holiday we spent as much time as we could together. Sleepovers at mine, more visits to Banbury Hill and other places we had discovered before Nicola headed back to Cambridge. It was another term of trepidation and I was told off when I explained my feelings to her.

“David DeCosta, you listen and listen good! We agreed one time and I gave them the conditions if another go was even remotely possible. Possible, not even probable. I will never bullshit you, I won’t lie or bend the truth. We mean too much to me and I know we mean too much to you too. I know you worry, I worry too, the stupid thing is we both worry that we’re not good enough for the other.

“Worry, fine, I do. Hate every minute we’re apart. If you think I’m ever going to lie to you or not be straight, then mister, we will have problems. You won’t be getting rid of me either, I can’t bollock you if I do.”

Thankfully she finished her little tirade with a laugh. We spoke more about our hopes and fears and it was that night that my future with Nicola came into clear focus.

Over the following year, my training came to an end and I was given a small team to supervise at the head office. We were responsible for organising menus, the seasonal changes along with the special occasion menus. Although I was on the team that came up with the dishes for the new menu, I was on the bottom rung, so I was told what was going to be happening. We liaised with marketing and supply to ensure everything was coordinated in a timely fashion. My visits to Nicola were more frequent but shorter and I found myself getting on far better with Steph than in previous years.

All three of the girls passed their courses and were awarded first-class degrees, Nicola getting a Bachelor of Laws (LLB). I spoke with both Alex and Steph when I went to see Nicola, after she had finished, to see if they could all book tables in the same restaurant after their graduation. That way they could celebrate with their families but also together and they thought it would be a wonderful idea.

The next stop was her father. I thought I struggled with nerves before, this took me all the way back to when I was sixteen and promising to get his daughter home by eleven. I swallowed and knocked.

“Hello, Mrs Harris. Is Mr Harris in?”

“Of course, David. Is everything alright?” I obviously looked nervous as hell. “Dear, David is here and would like to see you,” she called out.

“Yes, ma-am, everything’s okay. I hope it will be better after I’ve said my piece.”

“Ma-am, is it? Now I’m worried.”

“Hello, David,” Mr Harris offered me his hand. “Would you like a drink? You look like you could do with one. Come into my office.”

Mr Harris led me to his office while his wife got us some cold drinks. Just like the time before, he did not offer me a seat and I remained standing. When Mrs Harris came back in she commented as she handed me my drink.

“I think I’ll remain standing, thanks. I may need to make a run for it.”

I tried to lighten what seemed like an oppressive atmosphere, knowing that I was the one creating it. It did not help that Mrs Harris did not react and Mr Harris narrowed his eyes.

“The floor's yours, David," he said.

“Mr Harris, sir. Eight years ago I was standing in almost this exact spot asking for something from you. I think I was less scared then than now. Today, I would like… I wonder if you would… what I'm trying to ask is... Can I have your permission to ask Nicola if she will marry me?"

Silence fell over the small room, no one moved or said anything for what seemed like an eternity, at least that’s what happened in my head. The reality, I was told, was very different. It took a fraction of a second for the penny to drop before Mrs Harris screamed and hurled herself at me. The next thing I knew she had her arms wrapped around my neck and was hugging me and telling her husband off.

“Don't be a shit! Answer the boy! Can't you see he's worried sick about this?"

Mr Harris got out of his seat and offered me his hand again, "Thank you, David, it's my understanding that it is going out of fashion to ask the father's approval. Of course, you have my permission. Hell, knowing you two love-birds, if I said no, you’d be off to Gretna Green.”

The planning wheels went into full motion with both mothers taking the reins and trying to run away with everything. They only had to be reined in a few times in the month until Nicola’s graduation. My sister was due to be home from Australia over the summer with her family and they were invited to ‘turn up’ at the restaurant in Cambridge. Considering how much we had become a part of each other’s lives and families it was not beyond the realms of logic that my mum and dad would be there to celebrate Nicola’s graduation.

It had been a beautiful July day. I do not think I could have been prouder as Nicola walked across the stage and received her diploma. We had trooped into the restaurant ahead of Steph and her family but behind Alex and hers. Surprise, surprise my sister and her family were waiting. This was the first clue, though Nicola did not show anything.

After greetings and introductions between the three tables, everyone settled down to their meals. The conversation revolved around what Nicola planned to do. I found it interesting that between my sister and Nicola's brother, there were fifteen years and it seemed such a gulf then. Eventually, the eating was done and coffee had been served.

Nicola had been seated at the head of the table, with me to her right. I stood up slowly and moved next to her; she watched me curiously and then her eyes went wide as I pulled out the ring and dropped to one knee.

“Nicola Harris, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

Steph and Alex did not know what I was planning, but when I asked the question, both their tables fell silent. Another eternity of silence followed, I could feel all sets of eyes on me. Then instead of putting her finger out to accept the ring, Nicola took hold of my hand and got up. If I had to describe the look on her face, I would have said the best description would have been sadness.

“Come with me,” was all she said.

She led me outside, I felt like she was leading me to the gallows. As the door closed, I heard the murmur of hushed voices. She did not let go of my hand and pulled me into a hug and rested her head on my chest.

“Sweetie, before I answer I want to make sure that you know that I won't marry you before I've done my LPC. I've got a perfect opportunity in London and it's going to take a lot of hours and a lot of hard work. I'm not sure I'll be a great girlfriend, let alone wife, given that I'm going to have to work and study for the next two years."

“To be honest I wasn't expecting you to marry me before then. The first thing I think we should talk about is getting a place together. Somewhere closer to London to make your commute easier.”

“What about your work?”

“We can talk about all of this later, but I can drive longer. Up to an hour’s not the end of the world. Point in question, I’m not asking you to marry me now or before you start your LPC. You have become the centre of my world and I want to keep you there, to share my world with me and I want to share your world with you.”

Nicola held my eyes for a moment before she spoke, “Shall we go back in?”

That was it, no hint, fully in control. This was a change I had seen over her three years at Cambridge, when she wanted to, she could now not give any hint as to what was going on in her head. Over the years I learnt that she did have tells but it would be a long time before I beat her at cards.

It was that classic feeling that somebody had been talking about us when we returned, only it was many somebodies. The room fell silent and I swear I heard eyeballs swivelling as they followed us back to our seats. Nicola sat down, I did too and sipped at my coffee. A heavy silence hung over the room.

I looked to Nicola and mouthed, “Shall we try again?” To which she nodded.

This time I did not kneel, I took her hand and put the ring on the end of her finger.

“Well? Will you?”

“Wild horses couldn't stop me!”

Nicola jumped up, pulling the ring onto her finger and sat across my lap, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. The room erupted, there were two screams that I guessed were Steph and Alex. One pair, then a second pair of arms wrapped around us. The meal descended into chaos as all three parties combined and the drinks started to flow. Over the next few hours Nicola and I were hugged and kissed by everyone, even the restaurant gave us a couple of bottles of champagne to toast us.

The next couple of months were chaotic. We ended up renting a small flat in a town called Amersham. This meant almost double my drive to the office, but it had a London Underground station so Nicola could catch that to work every day. It was also the start of two of the worst years we had. I was tired from my journey, Nicola was expected to work a full week and for solicitors that could mean up to sixty hours and then study for a further twenty on top of that. What had been a sparkling, sex-filled relationship dwindled to ships passing in the night and a romp in the mornings at weekends. The final straw came when Nicola asked for two weeks off after she finished her course.

When she had started at the London firm, she had straight away asked for two weeks after her course was complete, so that we could get married. They agreed and the Mother Marriage Machine (I only called it the triple M once, in earshot of the women) stoked the boilers and went full steam ahead with all eyes fixed on Saturday tenth August. Suddenly all the planning was thrown up in the air because the partners refused to honour the spoken agreement saying that it was not in writing. Funny that a law firm would try to break a verbal contract in such a way.

Nicola would have none of it and told everyone the date for the wedding stood and as soon as she was notified of being awarded her Masters of Laws (LLM) she handed her notice in at the London firm. We had had a long discussion beforehand and I told her straight that I could afford the flat on my wages and I would prefer to be poor and happy. I was also confident that she would have no problem finding a new job, despite the ‘you’ll never work in this town again’ implied threats from the London firm.

Her graduation was quieter this time around, with all the focus on August. Alex and Steph were Nicola's bridesmaid and chief bridesmaid, respectively. My best friend from school, Matthew was my best man, with my sister and Nicola's brother as ushers. All in all, it was a fantastic day, the most beautiful woman in the world was even more beautiful and even outshone the weather. It was two tired people that were shown to the honeymoon suite of one of the airport hotels that night. I heard later that the party went back to my parents and broke up around six the following morning. At the same time, Nicola and I were checking in for our flight to Las Vegas.

Our plan for the honeymoon was a week in Las Vegas and then out to Hawaii for a week before returning home. Seventeen hours of anyone's time is a long time to spend in airports and planes, but the day after our wedding wiped us out. We finally arrived at our hotel in late afternoon Vegas time and after checking in slept for four hours before we got up to eat and then went back to bed.

The significant event of our trip happened on our fifth night there. We had done some gambling and had taken trips out. I found LA and Hollywood to be too touristy. The Grand Canyon was awe-inspiring but nothing compared to the way the water had carved Antelope Canyon, if I were to recommend one, it would be the latter. After a night tour of Vegas, we thought we would take in a late show and stumbled upon an adult hypnotist, Marco the Mystic, if you can believe that. The tickets were not too expensive and Nicola had always been fascinated by these shows on television.

“I hope they pick you,” Nicola said, “all your bravado about not being able to be hypnotised. It’ll prove someone wrong.”

“Uhuh, except I’m not a plant.”

“Oh, you bloody cynic, why are you even going?”

“Because, love of my life, you want to. They’re usually okay for some comedic value.”

“Ooh, some ‘comedic value’, all very la-de-da. When did I marry a snooty theatre critic?” she laughed.

The first half of the show was pretty standard. The act was a little risqué but nothing to write home about. During the interval, Marco asked for volunteers.

“Plants huh? I dare you, put your hand up.”

What could I do? I volunteered.

“Hi there,” he said when he sat down at the table.

“Plants?” Nicola asked me quietly and grinned.

“Hi,” I suddenly felt sheepish and could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

After brief introductions, followed by the delighted exclamation that we were British, he asked, “You’d be interested in volunteering to be my… subjects for the second half of the show?”

I nodded and when he looked at Nicola she giggled and nodded too. Marco then asked us to join him backstage as he needed to run through a few things. My suspicions started to grow, expecting a payoff or some sort of bribe or threat. Instead, we were taken to an office and he ran through the format.

“First off, I noticed that you seem cynical. That is fine, however, I want you to enter this willingly and open-mindedly, if you don't, we may as well give up now."

Nicola rubbed my arm, “If there’s one thing about Dave, he is open-minded.”

“It is an adult show and while I don’t go to the extreme of some of my out-of-town shows, I still need to know what you are willing to do and not willing to do. Ultimately, it is impossible for me to get you to do something you're not prepared to do. The more you tick, the broader my options and the better show I can put on."

With that, he handed over a list and asked us to tick only the things we were prepared for. It started fairly simple, acting the fool, pretending to be animals, but moved onto stage nudity and even…

“Orgies?” I asked.

“Not happening here. Like I said my out-of-town shows are far more extreme.”

When we had completed the forms, Marco explained a few more things. "Stage hypnosis is similar but different to other forms of hypnosis. It is short-term and for entertainment only. It isn't really hypnosis, more just suggestions and willingness. Other hypnosis works because it is reinforced over days and weeks, even months. What I do will make you suggestible for the duration of the show and I recommend returning to your hotel after. Come the morning you'll be totally clear of all effects from the show. Any suggestions I make can only affect you if you want and again, they will fade over time without reinforcement.

“Over the next month or two you will start to remember some of the night, but to help you along, we record the event. You are given a copy of the recording and we hold one for three years in case you decide to sue us. It's just evidence, with the form that you gave your consent to everything that happened. Obviously, if the recordings got out, I would be liable to losing everything, so they are kept very, very securely."

Marco ran through a bunch of other legal stuff before doing a pre-stage warm-up. It was, he told us, to loosen us up and make us more comfortable on stage. It seemed only moments and we were in front of the audience, bowing as they cheered us. It was over. Marco took us backstage again where he thanked us and gave us a DVD with the recordings on (there were several cameras) and vouchers for a meal in the restaurant and tickets for another show.

We followed his advice and went straight back to the room. The sex we had that night was mind-blowing. Nicola was wild… wilder than I ever remember and even more vocal than normal. It seemed she was cumming at the drop of a hat, where I was lasting and lasting.

The following night, our last before flying to Hawaii, we cashed in the vouchers. The meal was amazing and the show was an eye-opener. Marco spotted us from the stage and said hello and we got another round of applause. For a second night, the sex was amazing. Neither of us got much sleep and by the time we took off, we were shattered and slept across the Pacific.

We toured Hawaii visiting several islands. One day we got caught up in some beach games which was fun and even better when we won one. Everyone clapped and cheered for all the winners when they received their prizes. Our prize was another lei each, everyone had at least one to start the celebrations, we also had our pick of dessert free of charge. That night back at the room, once more, Nicola and I had an incredible night of sex.

All too soon our honeymoon was over and we returned to Britain, tired but exhilarated and with loads of pictures to bore people with. Nicola's parents picked us up from the airport and for the first time, I slept with Nicola in her parent's house, which was an odd feeling. The next day when they were at work, we put the DVD of the show into their machine and settled down to see what we had been up to. Both of us had had flashes of memories of chasing each other around the stage, she was a dog and I was her owner trying to get her to behave and walk to heel. We were so wrong, what we saw was totally new to both of us.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I want to introduce my next volunteers, Nicola and David DeCosta. They are with us on their honeymoon from the UK."

There was a round of applause and Nicola snuggled into my side tighter.

Marco told us to sleep and our heads drooped.

“Over the next hour, you will be under my control. You will only do what you have agreed to and absolutely nothing that you would never do. You will very soon after, get vague memories of acting like animals or other innocent ideas you have from other shows. Eventually, you will remember everything… properly."

Marco laughed and then clicked his fingers. Music started and he asked us to dance, which we did. Nicola was as beautiful as ever, I looked like an arse.

“Do I always dance that badly?” Nicola laughed.

“It doesn’t matter, because you do it for me.” I could live with that.

After a moment, Marco walked over and asked if he could dance with Nicola and with a glance at me, we broke apart and they danced for a while. It was nothing I had not seen before. But then…

“Nicola, will you strip for me?”

I tensed and Nicola sat up and put her arm through mine. On-screen it seemed like she stood staring at Marco for an age. It was only a few seconds before she turned and walked back to me. She put her arm through mine, emulating the pose we had on the sofa.

“Excellent!” Marco cried. “As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, I cannot get them to do anything they would not do anyway. Nicola and David are devoted to each other, I learned that talking to them backstage.

“Take a seat, David,” I did.

“Nicola, will you strip…” he paused and looked around the audience, “for David?”

The volume of the music rose, the lights fell until the only light was a circle around us on stage. Nicola started to sway with the music, slowly pulling her blouse from her skirt. She spun and the tails whirled outwards and then she pushed my knees apart and sat on one leg. As she does when she is teasing she poked my nose with a finger and jumped up again. She danced a little more, before slowly unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off her shoulders.

“Nicola, David can’t sit there clothed, how about helping him as you dance for him?” A voice, Marco’s voice came from the shadows.

She complied and started to tug at the edges of my polo shirt. I did not show any resistance and allowed her to pull it over my head. I was gratified to hear a louder cheer at my top coming off than Nicola’s and we snuggled into each other tight once more.

At Marco's suggestion, Nicola's strip for me on stage turned into a lap dance. She was grinding on me, kissing me, stroking me as she walked around. She stopped and stood between my knees with her back to me. She undid the button on her skirt and waited, I got the hint when she pulled the top of her zip out and held it there. I unzipped her skirt and it dropped to the ground. Nicola bent at the waist to pick it up. I did not need any hints and grabbed her hips. I leant forward, before I got a chance to kiss her bum, she spun out of my grasp.

Then she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to me, climbing my legs when she was close enough. She took my hands and pulled me to my feet. In just her bra and knickers, she slithered down my front pressing herself against me, slapping my hands away when I tried to hold her. With a sleight of hand that I did not realise she had, my trousers were undone and they and my boxers were falling to my ankles. With a little nudge, I sat back down and quick as a flash, Nicola was at my feet, taking off the last remnants of my clothing… except my socks.

I heard a little snigger beside me and when I looked down, Nicola was looking up at me, grinning.

“Well, it doesn’t surprise me. He said we wouldn’t do stuff we were unwilling to do and you know I hate feet. It stands to reason that I’d leave your socks on.”

Chuckling, we both turned back to the DVD where I was helping Nicola to undo her bra.

“Oh, fuck! I guess I'm willing to go topless in front of an audience… or naked even," she finished as the on-screen me helped her out of her knickers."

“Okay, Nicola, show David something he would never get in a strip club,” we heard Marco command.

She walked up to me with what looked like an exaggerated sway of her hips. It looked as if we never once lost eye contact. Nicola leant on my thighs and kissed me, we kissed long and deep. I slid my hands up her arms and pulled her to me. Nicola walked her fingers along my thighs to my waist and then put a single finger on the end of my cock and pushed it down. She balanced herself with a hand on my shoulder and put one leg over mine and then the other. She sat down and from the camera angle, I could tell I was not in her.

Our kiss did not break, my hands were playing all over the front and back of Nicola and she started grinding back and forth.

“Turn around Nicola, let us see what David is playing with.”

She did as instructed and I heard a groan from the sofa next to me.

“You okay?”

“Only a little mortified. I mean, I’m horny as hell and I’m going to fuck you six ways from Sunday when this is done. I would also love to have the nerve to do something like this without having to be hypnotised. Are you okay?”

“So far, so good. I've got my very own porn film starring you and me. The best porn on the planet!"

“What about us having sex in public?”

“I think that horse has bolted. I don’t have any issues, I think it could be fun.”

Meanwhile, on-screen, Nicola had turned and was now laying over my chest, my hands were on her boobs, stroking and playing with them. Twisting and pulling at her nipples and occasionally wandering to her pussy where our hands connected and stroked and teased at her clit and lips. Although we were kissing a lot, Nicola was taking breaks and panting and I could see from the sheen on our fingers just how turned on she was.

“Take him, Nicola! Fuck his brains out!” Marco shouted.

She did. She lifted up and adjusted me and then lowered herself. From the look on her face, there was no doubt that I was sliding up into her moist pussy. It was interesting seeing the look on my face. The feeling I knew so well, the warm tight embrace, hugging rather than squeezing, giving way as I drove deeper, but gripping still. My eyes closed and my head leant back with a little smile on my lips.

“You always get that goofy grin when you first enter me.”

Then Marco appeared in the spotlight. I felt us tense again.

“Will you blow me or give me a hand job while you’re at it?”

Nicola looked at him and laughed, “You fucking wish. You’d better ask my husband.”

I saw me open an eye and look at Marco. Then I raised a single hand with a single digit to him. Marco laughed and retreated to the shadows.

“As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, if they aren’t willing to do something, they won’t.”

“The way you said husband just then you sounded so proud.”

“I am. You know I realised that you passed my parents in the hierarchy sometime soon after the Easter I had my pass with the girls. I knew then you were the most important person in my life. Our talk at or rather before our engagement only cemented that further.”

Our attention was dragged back to the DVD when I heard Marco, “That’s it Nicola, cum. Cum for your husband. David, you can’t cum yet.”

Nicola had her legs wrapped around mine on stage and one arm behind her wrapped around my neck as I held her tightly while she shuddered through an orgasm.

“Now Nicola, get off David. Get down on all fours, David’s going to fuck you from behind, hard.”

I knelt behind her and with cock in hand, I lined up and pushed into her. I grabbed her hips and where I had been passive before, now I was ramming into her. As I pushed forward, I could see my arms flex and my knuckles twitch and it looked like I pulled her back onto me. Nicola's boobs were swinging back and forth and I swatted her bum a few times too. In a couple of minutes, she was panting hard. She lay her head on the stage and reached up between herself. I guessed she was doing like she often did when we were like this, rubbing her clit or trying to slide a finger in next to my cock. It was not long after this she screamed out and was once more in the throes of ecstasy.

“Do I always look like that when I cum?”

“Yep,” I replied, “beautiful, isn’t it?” There was no reply, but I felt her snuggle in tighter.

“Now, Nicola, that’s two wonderful looking orgasms you’ve had. Don’t you think David deserves something?”

Nicola did not hesitate, she sat up and turned on her knees and told me to stand up. She engulfed my cock, with no hesitation until about three-quarters of the way down. I could see her swallow hard and she pushed the rest of the way. She bobbed up and down taking me all the way in. I knew from experience I was in her throat. I grabbed the back of her head and held it there as my muscles tensed and I twitched a couple of times. Nicola pushed back and paused and then lapped all around my cock, cleaning me as she would often do.

Without further instruction from Marco, she stood up and we embraced and kissed. There were a few ‘ewws’ from the audience and then Marco suggested we get dressed.

During the pause in the action, I asked, "And do I always look like that?"

“Or similar. I’m not going to say it’s beautiful, but I do get a buzz seeing it, knowing I can take you to that special place.”

“The main part of the act is over, I hope you keep some of the freedom you found tonight, but all my suggestions for the act are finished," Marco said as he took Nicola and me by the hand on either side of him. "There is just one more suggestion I would like to make, until it wears off of its own accord, over the next couple of months or so. Anytime, as a couple, you receive a round of applause or congratulations from more than, let's say, a dozen people, you will both become incredibly horny. Your main drive, without being unsafe, will be to find a bedroom and fuck each other until you cannot fuck anymore. In general, Nicola you will find your orgasms easier and stronger; David you will take longer to orgasm, yours too will be stronger. Enjoy!

“Ladies and gentlemen, please give a huge round of applause for our brave volunteers. Nicola and David.”

We bowed but when we stood erect again and the audience was clapping and cheering, I could see a change had come over us and we were getting fidgety. I remembered the round of applause and the feeling from the night but could not explain it then.

I looked at Nicola and she at me. No words were said as we forgot about the DVD and raced up to her bedroom.

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