Chapter 7

The following weeks were filled with one sex fest after another. Charlie’s appetite for watching his wife being defiled seemed insatiable. Sex partners for Lori were parading through at the rate of two or three a week. It started with more-or-less conventional heterosexual coupling but soon Lori was entertaining lesbians, transexuals and even a pair of dwarfs. Then there were the menage-a-trois of various combinations, all to the delight of her husband who seemed perfectly content to watch his wife being defiled again and again. Sex between the husband and wife had dropped to zero, Charlie getting all his satisfaction while watching Lori having sex with strangers. Bad had called more than once and even taken Charlie out for coffee trying to convince him that what he was doing was wrong, that if he really loved Lori he would go back to a normal husband/wife relationship with her, but Charlie let it be known he had no intention of doing so, that he had never gotten as much sexual satisfaction as he had in the last few weeks. When reminded of Lori and what she was going through, he simply reminded Brad that she was orgasming just as often as the strangers and was voicing no objections.

“But she can’t if you keep hypnotizing her,” argued Brad.

“A wife is supposed to make her husband happy,” replied Charlie. “I’ve never been this happy so Lori is doing exactly what she should be doing.”

“But...” Argued Brad, “you’re just using her for your own satisfaction.”

“Oh, so mister high and mighty, what were you doing screwing my wife and loving every minute of it, knowing she couldn’t resist because I’d given her a post hypnotic suggestion.”

“I’m not proud of that first night. I admit what I did was wrong.”

“And you kept doing it.”

“Yes, but not just for the sex.”

“Oh, and I suppose it was because you really cared for her.”

“Well, yeah, you see...”

Charlie’s patience was wearing thin. He and Brad may have been buddies once, but since finding out that Brad had feelings other than sex about Lori the two had hardly spoken. They no longer played racketball together and of course Brad was not welcome in the Aver household.

“Brad, you just don’t get it, do you. She’s MINE! ... MY WIFE!, not yours! I’ll do what I want and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. As a matter of fact I’d just as soon not see you any more ... and stay away from my wife!”

With that Charlie left the coffee shop and a stunned Brad.

“Now Honey, I’ve got something special lined up tomorrow night,” said Charlie. “There are these four guys from across town. They ... uh ... kind of like to show their women who’s boss. I’ve talked to them and they’ve promised not to hurt you ... or at least not seriously.”

“My god, Charlie, you can’t be serious,” said Lori, her mouth open in astonishment.

“Now don’t worry, it’ll be fun. They’re going to rape you ... that is kind of like and...”

“Charlie, I won’t. I’ve done everything you’ve ask of me, even when I was sickened by it, but this is too much.”

“Shut up, bitch! I’ll tell you when it’s too much! MESMER!”

Lori stiffened and looked straight ahead.

“That’s better,” he said, “From now on I’ll tell you when I want your opinion. Otherwise you keep quiet. Understood?”

“ ... Yes,” came the obedient reply.

“Good, Now when they get here you will have no idea they are coming and what they are here for. You will feel fear when they tell you what they want and you will try to fight them off but unsuccessfully. In the end they will get what they want, any way they want. Do you understand?”

“ ... Yes.”

“All right, now you may awaken, one, two, three.”

She looked up to him with tears her eyes. “Charlie, do you remember what was like when we were first married? It was good wasn’t it?”

“Sure. You were beautiful and great in bed.”

“Couldn’t we go back to that, put all this behind us and be lovers again?”

“Too late for that. I’ve got a whore for a wife now. She fucks about anything with or without pants. And besides, I like it that way.”

“Even better that it used to be?” she asked.

“Yeah, even better. Now go fix some supper. I’m hungry.”

With that, Lori walked dejectedly into the kitchen and began mechanically preparing the evening meal. She was torn about what to do, still having wanted to put the marriage back together, but being drawn further and further into Charlie’s perverted pleasure seeking. But what he had said just minutes ago resounded deafeningly with her and, at last, Lori’s mind was made up. As soon as Charlie settled into his favorite chair, turned on the 6:30 news and became engrossed in the latest mass shooting, she quietly picked up her phone and made a call.

Dinner was served and eaten without a word passing between them. She poured a drink for them both and they settled down in the living room.

The doorbell rang and Lori was quickly on her feet to answer.

“Who the hell?” mumbled Charlie, looking forward to Lori going to bed so he could select a porno movie from the drawer to watch. His eyes widened to see Brad.

“What the hell are you doing here. I thought I told you...”

“Charlie, I’m not here to fight with you. Lori thought the two of us might be of help.”

“Help? You think I need help?”

“Yes, you do, Charlie,” said his wife with a saddened voice. “We both feel you need professional help.”

“Oh, so we’re back to the shrink again.”

“Charlie, surely you realize what is happening to you and to Lori is not normal,” said Brad. “Guys with beautiful, loving wives like Lori do not pimp them to strangers.”

“They do if they want to. Lori doesn’t interest me anymore, except to watch her get drilled by someone else.”

The lovely housewife cringed at Charlie’s remark. “Charlie, we can’t ... I won’t go on like this.”