The Wife and the Hypnotism Show - Sex Stories

The Wife and the Hypnotism Show

... erotic sight that had everyone in attendance captivated – a woman completely exposed and vulnerable on stage. The men continued their sensual exploration until Magic Dave finally decided it was time for them to leave the stage.

Next Magic Dave walked to my wife. My heart was in my throat.

"And now ladies and germs, I perform my grand finale." He reach for a switch and the prop wall lowered a foot or so. Magic Dave stepped begin the prop wall to stand beside my wife, who remained silent, staring forward with no emotion.

"This one is for your old friend Magic Dave. I want you to drop to your knees," he commanded my wife. The crowd howling and hooting at the prospect of what was to come.

My wife complied and kneeled before him, onyl the top of her head visible behind the black screen.

Magic Dave then leaned down and said in a low voice "Now show me what a good cocksucker you are." The hypnotist dramatically mimed unzipping his pants and taking out his cock, pretending it required both hands to pull out. Magic Dave then dramatically groaned with pleasure as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it towards his groin, thrusting his hips towards her face. My mind was a tornado as I didn't know if this was theater or if that was the moment he plunged his cock into my wife's mouth. He simulated he was roughly fucking her face, both his hands in her hair, his hips pistoning forward as he pumped her head.

The audience cheered with approval as they watched ...

... this spectacle unfold before them. I found my cock completely rigid as I allowed myself to imagine she was being face fucked, live on stage, under the control of this stranger.

Finally, Magic Dave pushed his head back, moaned loudly as a cartoonish amount of thick white cum sprayed everywhere. It must have been some kind of pressurized canister spraying this fake jizz from a hose. It was all over the wall, the floor, my wife's hair was completely drenched in the goo. I was relieved to know it was all part of the act and completely simulated to get a rise out of the audience.

My relief was short lived as he wheeled the screen off stage to reveal my wife, on her knees, her huge tits hanging to her waist, in a tiny micro bikini absolutely painted in thick white goo. The crowd whistled and hollered at the sight.

"Ladies, thank you so much for being such incredible assistants tonight. I want you to listen to my final commands. I want you to go back into that purple door at the back of the stage, clean yourselves up, get dressed, and wait back stage for me. And oh, ladies, one more command, for being such amazing sports if you have a husband or boyfriend here, I want you to give them the best fucking blowjobs of their lives tonight. I want you to drain their balls like depraved suck hags from outer space. I want you to let them bury their dicks in your squeezing throats until their burst."

The crowd clapped and whistled as the women exited the door in the back of the ...