Chapter 2

“Van, it worked with Mom, so why not try it with me?” Cheyenne begged her husband, Van, secretly hoping that he had some kind of lesbian fantasy that he would enjoy watching come true.

If it was Van’s fault, it couldn’t be hers, and that wouldn’t cheating, right? Even if it was just her kissing her mother again or Barbara Jean, for that matter, it would be hot to see it happen. If Cheyenne was in a trance, and her own husband put her in it, they could both enjoy it and she could experience those butterflies again. Even the thought of a Sapphic kiss made Cheyenne inexplicably horny, when she hadn’t really thought too much about girls that way in the past.

Well, she sometimes stared at Barbara Jean’s tits when no one looked and imagined what it would be like to suck them, but that wasn’t too gay, was it? That just came natural around a big pair of boobs like that, didn’t it, for men and women alike? Ooh, she hoped that Van would make her suck those nipples some time! Just thinking about those tits made Cheyenne very wet now! She licked her lips at even the vision of those knockers and nipples showing through a sheer top or blouse.

“You’re thinking about Barbaba Jean’s tits, aren’t you? Hey, I’m only human, too! Oh, okay, beautiful, I’ll do it. Now, lie down and watch the timepiece ... and hope that your mother doesn’t catch us!” Van repeated the process that he did earlier that Saturday with his mother-in-law, now with his own wife.

“You’re getting very sleepy. You’re falling deep into sleep here! Yes, that’s right. Sound asleep, baby! Now, when you hear the phrase, ‘Praise Jesus,’ I want you to suck the nearest pair of tits, but only if you’re around me. Don’t do anything else with them. Just suck them like they’re mama’s teats and you want a snack! When you hear the phrase, ‘hell, yeah,’ I want you to suck the nearest dick around. When you hear me say, ‘get out of town,’ I want you to sit on someone’s face. If someone says, ‘let’s get to the bottom of things,’ you are to bend over and surrender the booty, the backdoor.

“And when you hear, ‘sure, Van,’ I want you to kiss someone’s ass. With tongue. When you hear, ‘oh, my God,’ you must demand that I rub and kiss your entire body from head to toe. When you hear ‘bite me,’ let me suck your toes. Now, when I snap my fingers, you’ll be out of it and you won’t remember any of this,” Van snapped his fingers, really loving the idea, even if he was a bit scared that Cheyenne might still get mad at him ... or Reba might ... or Brock.

Van didn’t really know the term for it, not being too smart, but he knew that he loved the idea of women bossing him around. Even Cheyenne doing it turned him on at least somewhat. He wanted to be made to suck women’s toes, to rub women down and kiss their flesh, to watch them have sex with other men, or at least suck their dicks. He wanted to have a woman sit on his face and ignore him, to have to sit and jack off while ... Cheyenne or some other girl fucked a guy or girl in front of him. Part of him really missed the sluttier side of Cheyenne, which she had toned down a bit since she became his wife.

Since Cheyenne wanted to be hypnotized, okay, he’d make his fantasies come true. He didn’t know hers, but he would enjoy watching his happen at last. Cheyenne would get to have most of the fun, anyway. Van would just sit and watch. She couldn’t blame him too much if that was all he did. While he wouldn’t turn down some action, it was an even bigger thrill to see the old Cheyenne that he knocked up come back out to play. He didn’t care where he stuck his dick, as long as he enjoyed it, but he was most excited by the thought of Cheyenne being a bad girl.

Nothing happened for at least half an hour and Cheyenne got bored, so did Van. She went to the mall to hang out with some friends, while Van took a nap. Their daughter was with Kyra, anyway, for some reason that didn’t make sense to Van, not that he worried too much about it. Maybe she just needed some extra babysitting pay or something.

Van had wild, kinky dreams of being kissed by Cheyenne with another man’s cum on her tongue, though he didn’t know what that was called, either. He dreamed of licking Cheyenne from head to toe, even eating her pussy and ass after someone else had pounded her good and hard. He even had fantasies about Cheyenne getting knocked up by some random dude or her own father, Brock.

Van pictured himself getting another guy’s sloppy seconds, too, after watching her get fucked repeatedly. Why did he like this? He remembered other jocks and himself making fun of guys whose girlfriends screwed around on them, often with his fellow jocks, too. He got turned on by the idea of Cheyenne getting gang-banged and sitting on his face with another man’s cum down there. The best part, though, was the idea of Cheyenne having lesbian sex with Reba, Barbara Jean, or even Kyra. Van would love to just sit and watch it happen, too.

Oh, he thought about servicing other girls as well, but again, it was always him under their thumb or control somehow. Maybe he should get hypnotized, too, so he could obey women like that. Especially Cheyenne, but also Reba, Barbara Jean, and even Kyra. It was mostly him licking them all over, sucking their toes, and eating out their pussies and asses. He also wanted to rub them down and caress their flesh.

If he was just obeying the ladies, even having them fuck him now and then wouldn’t be cheating, would it? He would just be a good guy doing what he was told by the bossy women in his life. He secretly loved bossy ladies ... adored them, though he never admitted that to anyone. Maybe if Cheyenne put him under, she would accept whatever she made him do, right? It would be her fault, not his, so she couldn’t blame him for cheating on her at all, especially if she got the chance to cheat, too ... and Van really wanted her to cheat on him ... badly!

Cheyenne came back an hour later, limping and smelling strongly of cum. It wasn’t rocket science what she had done, of course. Per Van’s instructions, Cheyenne had gone down on three guys, pulled a train with four others, and eaten one of her friend’s asses until that friend squirted all over her face. Of course, she felt no guilt, since she was simply obedient to Van’s orders from the hypnotic trance. She had cum leaking out of every hole, including her ass, that she hadn’t given up to Van since right after the delivery, and that was only because her pussy was too sore from giving birth.

Van was very excited. He couldn’t believe his luck. Cheyenne had really done it! She had spread her legs for other guys, kicked back, and enjoyed herself ... maybe he could get Barbara Jean to be that slutty, too! That would be very hot, especially if it got Van some of her tits or her pussy or something and he could blame the weird situation they found themselves in for it. But that would mean that someone else would have to put Barbara Jean in a trance, so he would have to content himself with whatever someone else told her to do.

Now, who would dislike Barbara Jean enough to put her into a hypnotic state? Van wondered about that, but he was also very hard for his wife and he wanted some of that buttered bun. He could think about both Cheyenne and Barbara Jean being blonde bimbo sluts for his pleasure and maybe even Brock’s ... and Reba’s grim satisfaction in whatever vindication she felt. Van wasn’t too sharp, but he remembered one of his commands to Cheyenne and decided to go with it.

“Hell, yeah!” Van shouted, causing Cheyenne to instantly crawl over to him and start sucking him with abandon.

Van looked closer and saw some dude’s cum on his wife’s chin, which just turned him on even more. Some of it got onto his balls as she began slurping away at his cock. That excited him even more, knowing that another guy’s jizz was now on his own sack thanks to his wife blowing him. Cheyenne, not feeling badly at all about what she did, just sucked her hubby’s dick as if she were a regular, good lady wife in terms of no dread or anxiety about the cum on her chin. Still, her blowjob wasn’t a wifely one. It was a slutty cheerleader one and Van really loved that about the hypnotic effect.

Van couldn’t help himself. He blew his load without warning, even as Cheyenne sucked him dry, not reproaching him at all for failing to warn her so she could spit it out. She just kept licking and sucking him, not stopping just because she squeezed out his very last drop of spunk. Van’s prick was now somewhat sore, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop his wife from sucking his dick so well. She just kept slurping away, making love to his cock as if she were married to it instead of him.

That was when he realized ... she couldn’t stop. If something didn’t stop Cheyenne, she would just keep sucking Van until he was too sore to stand it. He had failed to include an instruction for when to quit sucking his cock, so she was just gonna keep at it. Maybe he should find her another dick to suck right now, so he could get a momentary reprieve. But whose, he wondered. Brock’s, of course! Make his wife suck her own Daddy’s dick!

Van waited until Cheyenne stopped to breathe for a second and pulled his well-sucked prick out of her mouth while texting Brock from his wife’s phone. He pretended to be Barbara Jean borrowing Cheyenne’s phone and even used her usual Jesus Freak terms to make it convincing. Now, if Van could just keep it dark, Brock would get some head from Cheyenne and not realize that it was her. Unable to resist, though, he parted his wife’s thighs and started licking her pussy clean of the other guys’ jizz. Cheyenne didn’t even fight him, she was so caught up in sucking the air like it was a cock.

When the door opened, Van hoped against hope that it was Brock, of course, and that he was not with Barbara Jean. He had to get Brock busy fucking Cheyenne’s face, so that he could find something for her to do other than suck his own cock repeatedly until she broke it for good or something like that.

“Barbara Jean, where are you?” Brock called out, “Reba, are you there? Have you seen Barbara Jean?”

Van sent another text, “In Van’s and Cheyenne’s bedroom. It’s dark. Fuck my face. Praise God!”

Van hurried and hid in the closet as Brock entered the dark bedroom and went straight for what he thought was Barbara Jean’s mouth. Brock moaned and groaned as his daughter sucked him, feeling incredible pleasure from the fellatio that was even better than his wife’s usual work. Of course, he was soon so turned-on that a blowjob wasn’t enough and he put Cheyenne on all fours to enter her dripping wet pussy from behind. Brock went back and forth from Cheyenne’s twat to her mouth, letting her taste herself. She just kept sucking the air until Van realized that he could have just repeated the phrase to make her stop ... duh, what a dummy!

It was far too late for that now. Cheyenne, Van’s own wife, was now busy getting taken by her old man. She was too far gone in her suggestive state right now to stop. Part of Van was scared shitless about what Reba might do or even Brock if they found out what he had done to their daughter. The rest of him was very aroused at watching from the closet as his wife got plowed by her own father. Van found himself jacking off to the scene as his dick recovered a little and he saw just how steamy it was to catch Cheyenne and Brock together like this. This wasn’t just cheating ... it was incest and double cheating!

That was, however, when Reba walked into the bedroom and turned on the lights, causing her to scream. So did Barbara Jean, who followed her into the same room and saw Brock in flagrante delicto with his own daughter! Brock was too far gone to stop, of course, and he spilled his load inside Cheyenne’s already slimy twat, adding more cream to the creampie.

“Hell, yeah!” Brock shouted as he came, being that excited and snapping Cheyenne out of her hypnotic state.

“Now, just what were you two doing?” Reba drawled out in rebuke of her ex-husband and their daughter together.

“Yeah, Brock, how could you? You cheated on me with YOUR OWN DAUGHTER? That’s ... sick! That’s incest, Brock ... I can’t believe that you’re that much of a horndog that you’d plow your own daughter!” Barbara Jean screamed at her hubby, pissed at him for cheating on her.