I was sitting in my recliner reading People Magazine, when Lana, my wife of twenty four years strolled into the living room and plunked down on the sofa to watch TV. I was so wrapped up in reading about the "Sexiest Man Alive" I failed to hear her speak to me.
"Will, I'm talking to you," stated Lana with a tone that meant she expected me to listen, so I put my magazine down. "Now that Jeff and Tina are both in college, we need to concentrate on us. We've both been neglecting our diets and exercise and have probably each gained five pounds or more in the past couple of months. We just can't allow this trend to continue."
I looked at Lana and had to smile. If she had gained any weight, it sure seemed to agree with her. I had the best looking wife in the county, even after being married for so long. I had never seen a woman to rival her in any way. She was medium height and her tits were slightly larger now than when we got married. She had almost no wrinkles, and she still turned heads. At the age of forty six, she was sexier than ever.
"Aww, Sweetheart. You look great and I'm no slouch. We hardly weigh any more than we did when we were first married. I don't see any reason to worry about it. You're still sexy as hell," I soothed.
"Will, you're twenty pounds heavier than you were on our wedding day and I'm, well, a few pounds over my perfect weight as well. I think I have a solution for our lack of enthusiasm about getting back into shape. My cousin Mary told me about a guy her friend knows. He uses hypnotism to plant suggestions in people. He helps people stop smoking, reduce stress, or even lose weight. We have an appointment to see him next Saturday afternoon," revealed Lana.
I considered this revelation as I sipped my beer. Lana had a degree in chemistry and worked in research at a large pharmaceutical company. Sure, she had a very good salary and great benefits. True, she was a walking wet dream and a great mother. All that said, I was still the one that made all the major decisions and she always deferred to me. I was the local high school gym teacher and had learned long ago the advantage of running a tight ship. I knew Lana was testing the waters, hoping I would go along with her crazy scheme. I considered the situation.
Hypnotism was similar to voodoo. It only works on the weak minded people that want to believe. I could watch this guy swing a watch back and forth for hours without it having any effect on me. Lana, on the other hand, was not the sharpest tool in the shed, especially for being a chemist. It might work on her, and I could fake it. That way I could humor her and pretend to diet and exercise while she busted her ass and to get into better shape, and stopped harping on me.
"Okay, Lana. I'm game. Let's do it. I may weigh a little more than I used to, but you know very well that it's all muscle. That and perhaps some retained water, but I'll do it so you have some company in this effort," I told her magnanimously.
Next thing I knew, she was sitting in my lap, rubbing her incredible chest against mine and kissing my neck. I smiled to myself as once again I had demonstrated how important it is for the husband to be in control of the marriage. Lana was always happy with any concession I made to her. It kept her in line and provided us with a very happy marriage.
Saturday afternoon saw us in Dimock, sitting in a double wide, drinking a coke, and listening to a wizened little toothless, gray haired guy named Tim explain how he would put us under hypnosis and then make the suggestion that we would truly want to make a serious effort to improve our diet as well as exercise more. I couldn't help but think he should try it in the mirror and convince himself to get his shit together, but I held my tongue. I wanted Lana to feel comfortable and that I was a willing participant.
Instead of swinging a watch back and forth, he instructed us to watch a swirling thing he had on his coffee table as he counted backward from a hundred. I pretended to concentrate on the strange object as he slowly counted. Like most married men, I had mastered the art of looking interested in something while thinking about other things. My mind wandered to the World Series and how badly the Phillies had choked in the play-offs to allow the Giants to win the pennant. They needed to get a relief pitcher, and that damn Cliff Lee back. I just hoped the Texans would kick some Giant ass.
"Mr. Stone?" asked the little guy. "Could I ask you a question or two?"
I looked quickly at Lana and I could easily see that she was zoned out. My suspicions were confirmed. Lana was an easy target for the guy. He was probably aware he had no effect on me, so I didn't even bother pretending.
"I guess you can tell your efforts had didn't faze me at all, but I'll be happy to listen to any questions you have," I promised.
"Well, hypnotism does not work on strong minded individuals like yourself, but your wife is in a trance right now. My question is about your sex life. For an extra twenty bucks, I could make some suggestions to your wife that would make her more willing to, shall I say, experiment more sexually. I could even give you a certain word or phrase you could use to make her responsive to your desires whenever you use it. Would that interest you, Mr. Stone?"
I had to chuckle at the guy. One thing I knew was how to take care of business around the old bed! Lana sure as hell never had any complaints. How could this presumptuous little prick think he could ever help me? Hell, I could write a book on how to please women. Why the hell would I waste twenty bucks?
"Okay!" I answered quickly as I reached into my back pocket for my wallet. "Exactly how will this work, anyway?"
"I will simply give your wife a word that, when uttered, will cause her to be very susceptible to any sexual suggestion she may receive. I will have her remove it from her mind after the sex act is complete so you needn't worry about her going to work in a very horny state if you should neglect to cancel the suggestion. Understand it will not make your wife do anything that she would never consider normally, but it will allow her to overcome any inhibitions she may have that prevent her from performing certain sexual acts."
"You've got a deal. This could be a lot of fun. I bet you're quite popular with married couples, aren't you, Tim. How about every time I say "baseball", Lana becomes my sex slave?" I suggested.
"That's a rather common word to trigger such a response, Mr. Stone. May I suggest something a bit more unusual, just to be on the safe side?" replied Tim.
"Yeah, you're right. I don't want a word everyone will be using when the World Series starts. I have it, Tim. I want her to respond when I say "Tasmania"! That's a word I never hear in normal conversation. Let's use that one," I insisted with some glee.
Half an hour later, Lana and I were driving by numerous natural gas wells as we left Dimock behind. I was wondering if I had wasted twenty dollars since my sex life was already a ten out of a possible ten. What the hell could I do to improve it?
"I'm afraid we wasted our time, Will," stated Lana quietly. "The guy was an obvious quack. He couldn't hypnotize a person already in a comma. I hope you aren't upset with me for suggesting we try this."
"No problem, Lana," I replied smugly as I thought back to how totally she had been under the hypnotic spell without even realizing it. "It was interesting and we can always say we tried. Who knows, just the experience may make us try harder to exercise and follow a better diet."
I had promised Tim that I would go through the motions of trying to improve my lifestyle so Lana would be happier and he would appear to have had some success. I agreed to that in return for his suggestions to make Lana my little personal slut, along with the twenty, of course. Tim even gave Lana the suggestion to make a strong effort to improve her diet and exercise more; since that was the reason we had gone to see him in the first place. I found it amusing that she didn't realize that she had been in a trance. She was a wonderful wife but a bit naïve at times.
We stopped on the way home so Lana could shop for some fruits and vegetables as well as a lot of stuff I never even heard of before. This was the down side to the "better living through eating crap" plan we had embarked upon. I was pleasantly surprised at how good dinner tasted that evening and how filling it actually was. Maybe this would be one diet of Lana's that didn't make me ill.
We watched a romantic movie on TV after dinner. Before the news came on, Lana slid onto my lap and whispered in my ear.
"Hey, Stud! How about meeting me in the bedroom for a workout? You'll be glad to lose weight with my exercise program," she promised.
Normally I like to watch the news, but I started thinking about how I might be enjoy making Lana my little sex slave. I was in bed naked within a minute. I was ready when Lana slid into bed.
"Lana, I was just thinking about Tasmania and all the animals that lived there," I began. "I was thinking that you'd want to give me a blowjob. How about it?"
Where the hell did that come from? I really had to work on my delivery! I couldn't just blurt out that I wanted a blowjob! To my surprise and great pleasure, Lana slide down and took Willie into her mouth. I couldn't get over how great it felt. We had tried things like this right after we were married but Lana never seemed to enjoy it very much, so I never pushed it. Now I was getting my knob polished to perfection!
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