Hannah and I have been married for about three years. She's a smart, beautiful
woman who knows exactly what she wants. A doctor of medicine, Hannah had just
joined a small partnership when she meant me. I was the real estate agent who
sold her new house to her. What she saw in me, I don't know but we were married
within twelve months and now, three years later and due to her driving and
encouragement, I'm the owner of a thriving real estate practice.

A tall, dark haired woman with a hot body to match, sex with Hannah, from my
point of view, was always great. I like it fast and furious with me spurting a
powerful orgasm into that gorgeous body. Lately, she's been trying to get me to
talk about our sexual 'problems' but I laugh it off. Besides, I don't see any
problem. I've always enjoyed sex and with both of us with busy schedules we
haven't been as regular as we could be so I found some compensation. Her name was
Mandy. Young, long red hair, dressed to kill, Mandy was a new sales person in my
office and we fooled around once or twice. Well, maybe a little more.

I used to pull her short skirt up, pantyhose down and fuck her from behind with
her big tits mashed into my desk. And then send her back to work with my cum
leaking into her pantyhose. Dangerous but exciting. Then Mandy started asking me
when I was going to leave Hannah. Well, that started me laughing and she stormed
out of the office. That's when this all started.

"So," my wife said icily, "you've been fucking on the job?"

"Hannah," I protested, "How can you say…."

"Mandy told me everything," she calmly announced. I was dumbfounded.

"You spoke to….?"

"Yes. I know everything, Roy. She cried her heart out, poor thing."

I had to move fast. "Hannah, I'm sorry. She didn't mean anything to me. It was
just sex. You know," I smiled weakly, "you and I haven't had much opportunity
lately."

"Oh, it's my fault, is it?"

"Well, you know, as a man, I need to cum. I just have to."

She stared at me for a long moment. "I'll think about this."

"Hannah," I said desperately, "I love you. Let's not break up over this. I'll do
anything." She didn't reply and walked away.

The next day, she looked at me across the breakfast table. "Roy, last night, you
said you'll do anything to keep us together. Was that true?"

"Of course," I lied, looking up from the newspaper.

"Good. I want you to give up smoking. You know how I hate it."

I looked back at the newspaper. "Sure. I've quit as of now. Not a problem."

"I know how difficult it will be for you so I've made an appointment with a
Hypno-therapist. It's at ten. Please make sure you get there on time." She handed
me a card.

"Hypno-therapist? Hypnotised?"

"Yes, darling, it works." She left the table with a swirl and I stared at the
card. Hell, no one could hypnotise me and this will keep Hannah happy so, what
have I got to lose?

At the office, Mandy gave me an icy stare as she passed me in the hall. I also
received a few cold looks from a few of the other women in the office so Mandy
has obviously been blabbing in the rest-room. They'll get over it.

I arrived at the appointment on time and was introduced to Julie. She was a
stunning blond woman who sat next to me, fiddling with a gold bracelet while she
talked. "So, Roy, Hannah tells me you want to give up smoking?"

I laughed. "Hannah wants me to give up smoking. " I kept watching the bracelet
and she started droning on about the evils of smoking and that I should give
hypnotism a chance. Finally, I laughed. "Julie, forget it. I'll give it a chance
but it's not going to work on me."

She smiled and stood up. "It all ready has, Roy. Look," she said pointing at the
clock. I was shocked, it was ten after eleven. "How do you feel?"

I shook my head. I felt great. "I feel great," I said, standing. "So, what
happens now?"

Julie laughed. "You won't smoke again, I guarantee it."

Back at the office, I tried to make up with Mandy but she gave me the cold
shoulder so, I went home. Hannah called me into the study and smiled. "How did it
go?"

I guessed 'it' was the hypnotherapy. "Okay, I suppose."

"Good." Then she looked me in the eyes and said, "Destiny."

I blinked my eyes, clearing them . "What did you say, dear?" I asked. I felt
relaxed and I hadn't had a cigarette or, for that matter, even thought of one.

"Nothing." She smiled. "Let's go out for dinner." I looked at the clock and was
surprised. I had been home for forty minutes but I thought I had just walked in
the door. Oh well, it's been a long day.

The next morning, I was just about to leave for the office when Hannah called me.
She was seated a chair in the middle of the lounge-room, dressed in a short black
skirt, black  hose and a dark blue blouse.

"Yes, dear?"

"Roy, I'm still very angry about you and Mandy." Oh shit, that again.

"But, Hannah…."

"And I also remember what you said about needing to cum." She then looked
straight at me and said, slowly and clearly, "Roy, darling, I want to show you
something."

Those simple words rocked me.  Almost from a distance, I watched myself strip my
pants and underwear off, then fall to my knees in front of her. "Look," she
purred and I watched her painted fingernail slide up her leg until it reach the
hem of her skirt. Smiling, she raised the skirt to reveal her stocking top and
part of a black garter belt. "Look Roy," she smiled. "Stocking tops."

At those two words, my cock jutted hard from my body, my hand circling it and I
frantically started to jerk off while she watched, laughing.

"Hannah," I cried, "what's happening?" I could control my voice but not my hand
as it worked on my cock, building myself towards a massive cum while I stared at
the black nylon against the white flesh of her thigh. "Here," she said, holding a
glass screw top jar, "Cum in that." I watched my other hand take the jar and hold
it under my cock.  Suddenly, I spurted and spurted in to the jar, my body shaking
with the release. Hannah looked at her watch. "Quick, as usual,' she said calmly.
Then she threw her head back and laughed loudly. Wiping tears from her eyes, she
tossed the lid of the jar to me. "Put that on and put your cum in the
refrigerator." Silently, I did as she said.

When I returned, she was picking up her briefcase and car keys. I felt foolish,
standing there naked from the waits down. "Hannah," I asked, "what have you
done?"

"A little hypnosis, Roy. A simple command phrase that I put in your mind. Julie
programmed you to respond to my command word and I then insert actions and
reactions in your mind. Lovely, isn't it?"

"You bitch," I said, moving towards her.

"Now, Roy," she said mildly, "be careful. Or you could be on your knees jerking
that pathetic little cock of yours until it falls off. I'm sure you wouldn't want
that." She slammed the door on her way out.

I dressed and stormed off to work. Of course, I rang Julie but she wouldn't come
to the phone or answer my calls. What could I do, any way? It was her word
against mine.

That night, I warily let myself into the house. Worried, I had stayed out for a
while but finally, I had to go home. I heard female voices in the lounge-room and
I thought I could slip by without Hannah seeing me.

"Roy," she called. "Is that you?" I slowly walked into the room and saw Julie
sitting on the sofa with Hannah. "You remember Julie, don't you?" she said and
they both laughed. I hung my head "Want to see his party trick?" Hannah asked
Julie.

"Please," I said softly but she ignored me.

"Roy, darling, I want to show you something." On those words, I had lost control
once more. Quickly, I stripped my pants and underwear off, kicking my shoes away
in haste and fell to my knees in front of the giggling women. Both women raised
the hems of their skirts, revealing Hannahs black stockings and Julies white
ones. "Look Roy," they cried in unison. "Stocking tops!" Again, my cock leapt
into hardness, my hand gripped it and I started jerking off, rushing towards an
inevitable orgasm while both women watched and laughed.

She held out the glass jar and I could see my sperm from this mornings episode
lying in. "Here," she ordered. "Cum in that." I reached the peak, my body shook
as I pumped my seed into the jar until I slumped, head down with sweat running
from my face.

"Quick, isn't he," commented Julie, a broad grin on her face.

Hannah nodded, took the jar from me and held it over my head. "Don't ever fuck
around on me again, Roy," she said softly and poured the cum onto my head.
Humiliated, sperm dripped down my face as I stared into those cold eyes and I
knew I had lost respect and control.

The next day, I went to work as normal, hoping that Hannah had believed she had
taught me a lesson and would now leave me alone. That morning, I lost a sale I
had been working on for some time and I slumped into my chair, staring at the
wall.

The office door opened and Mandy walked in, shutting the door behind her.
Stunned, I watched her sit down cross her legs and smile at me. "Mandy," I said,
groping for something to say. "Look,……."

Mandy smiled and rested her hand on her hose. "Roy, darling, I want to show you
something." The words rocked me, humiliation swept over me as I stripped my pants
and underwear off and fell to my knees in front of her. Staring up into those
cold eyes, I tried to form words, say something but I couldn't. "Look Roy," she
sneered, revealing her gorgeous legs in sheer black stockings with lace tops,
"Stocking tops!" My cock swelled immediately, the urge to cum was overwhelming
and my hand caressed my cock in the now familiar pattern.

Gasping, I jerked and jerked, my body moving to the rhythm as Mandy giggled. I
was getting close and she tossed me what appeared to be pink cloth. "Here," she
laughed. "Cum in those." I picked it up. They were pink lace panties. "That's the
closest you'll ever get to my panties again!" I groaned as I spurted into the
soft nylon, my body shuddering with the effort and Mandy clapped her hands in
glee.

Exhausted, I hung my head, humiliated. Mandy stood and looked down at me. "Wash
them Roy, you'll probably need them tomorrow." Shame washed over me. "Next time,
I might invite some of the other girls into watch."

The door slammed behind her. I was ruined.

That night I begged Hannah to stop, to remove the command. I would do anything, I
pleaded. I followed her around, begging until she stopped and said, "Destiny."

Later, that night, I heard Hannah move from the bathroom into our bedroom. She
was wearing a long negligee and black stockings. "Roy," she called and I walked
in. She was seated on the side of the bed. "Roy, darling, I want to show you
something." This time, I found myself stripping all my clothes off, tossing them
everywhere as she watched me, smiling. I fell to my knees in front of her as she
parted her gown, revealing a black garter belt and stockings, her pussy level
with my face. "Look Roy," she whispered, "Pretty pussy."

The urge to sink my face into her cunt was overwhelming. I tenderly licked and
kissed, sucked and rubbed while she lay back on the bed. I usually don't like
doing this but now, I wanted to, I needed to. Finally, she came, the orgasm
sweeping through her as she cried out. I kept tenderly licking until she tousled
my hair and said, "Enough, Roy." Suddenly, I no longer needed to lick her and I
sat back on my heels, her juices glistening on my face, my cock rock hard.

Hannah arranged the gown around her and sat down at her dressing table.

"Please," I whispered, begging.

Hannah turned and looked at me, still kneeling on the floor with a rock hard cock
and laughed softly as she pulled her gown apart. "Look Roy, " she laughed coldly.
"Stocking tops."