Chapter 2: True Love is Luring Her Lesbian Soulmate for Him

The other side of the bed was cold, realized Katie, as she slowly woke up. That was usual on a weekday. John had to get up and go to work, and Katie wasn’t currently employed or taking classes.

No, she had a much more important job to do now, she thought as she rubbed her tummy.

Corrupting John, her passenger suggested.

Raising John’s baby, of course.

She walked into the attached bathroom and got in the oversized shower. As she bathed, she let her mind wander to last night’s events.

She hypnotized her husband John against his will.

Changed his morals.

And even worse ... planned to corrupt him even more.

What was I thinking? What possessed me?!

She should undo it all. They have a good life. A happy, loving couple, with a baby on the way. Why stir things up now?

Her hand drifted between her legs as she started to pleasure herself, her soft moans echoing throughout the bathroom. No. She couldn’t undo her plans now. Morals be damned.

Plus, it’s John’s fault ... He made me get turned on by this ... He ... made me ... Oh fuck...

That thought turned her on even more.

I’m know I’m thinking with my clit, but fuck it ... It’s too hot. It’s too ... right.

Her shower took longer than planned.

Sitting at the kitchen table, dressed in black slacks and a light blue, button-down dress shirt, sipping coffee and reading the morning news on his tablet, John lifted his head when Katie walked in looking freshly showered.

“Hey. You’re up late,” he noted.

“Um, yeah. I slept in,” she blushed.

Then, as casually as asking if he wanted to get lunch with her later, she asked, “Oh, by the way. How would you like to fuck Alyssa?”

Wait. What...?!

He almost spewed his coffee.

“Alyssa?”

“Yeah. You know. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Tits as big as mine, and she’s not even pregnant! I showed you her pic.”

“Yeah, I remember ... But I mean, isn’t she a lesbian?”

His brows furrowed and he had no idea where she was going with that.

“So was I. Plus, don’t tell me you don’t get off to thoughts of fucking lesbians,” she teased him.

He couldn’t deny it. Just the thought of how the once-lesbian Katie was now his doting housewife was enough to make his dick hard.

He shifted his weight on the chair, trying to hide his bulging erection. “Umm ... Yeah, guilty.”

“You want her to cum on your cock. Don’t you? You want to show her how superior cock is. Your cock.”

“Fuck...” His cock groaned in his jeans, straining against the zipper.

“Well I want to show her too.” Katie rounded the kitchen island and slid a finger seductively on his arm. “I know you’d give her a night she’d never forget. And I want her to experience the same kind of pleasure you showed me.”

He loved his wife.

It wasn’t just because she was letting him have sex with her best friend. But she genuinely did care about her, wanting to introduce her to something she thought her friend would enjoy.

“You ... do?” John’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “And she told you she wants to try?”

Katie hesitated. “Well, not yet, but...”

She paused, her eyes darting away, as if considering whether or not to tell him something.

“Don’t worry. I know I can talk her into it,” she promised. “I just need some alone time with her, and maybe she’ll even be ready for your thick cock by tonight,” she winked.

He wanted to believe her. So much. But he couldn’t help but doubt she could convince her lesbian friend to fuck a man that easily, or quickly.

“Well, no pressure,” he said, still sounding somewhat unconvinced. “But it is hot. Anyway, I have to get to work.”

He stood up, pecked her on the lips, and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

Katie would have to be blind to miss the large bulge in John’s pants as he stood up. Not that she was surprised though. Quite the opposite. Her pussy clenched at the thought of her hypnotized husband lying on their bed the night before, waiting to be conditioned and prepped.

Katie licked her lips, craving to crawl under the kitchen table and take care of that herself, but now she was limited in what she could do in this stage of her pregnancy.

A disappointed sigh escaped her lips.

The sight of John’s feet on the tiled floor of the kitchen as he casually made his way to the entryway gave her an idea, and she feverishly stood up to follow him.

“Wait, honey!” As she wobbled in his direction, she asked herself why nobody ever tells pregnant women that running was inconceivable with a belly as big as a house!

“Yes, hon?”

“You can’t go to work like that!” she mock-scolded him as she grabbed his cock through his work slacks.

He groaned as she slowly palmed his cock up and down his length.

“Fuck, you’ll make me late,” he groaned half-heartedly, but as his hips bucked forward, Katie knew she had him hooked.

She licked her lips to cover the small smirk threatening to appear. “Plus, I know you’ll enjoy what I have planned.”

She carefully knelt in front of him, unzipping his pants. His huge, hard cock sprang free, slapping his stomach. The sight of the veiny length made her pussy spasm in anticipation, urging her to be filled, bred, wrecked by his godly cock.

She licked up and down its length twice with the flat of her tongue, never breaking eye contact.

“This time I want you to close your eyes and imagine that I’m Alyssa. Well, a pregnant Alyssa, so that you’re still gentle with me.”

Katie peppered his cock with small kisses, waiting for him to reply.

“Fuck, hon. Okay,” he grinned. “You’re amazing.”

So many thoughts assailed John as he closed his eyes. Lust, desire, but also wariness and a little sliver of doubt. But he felt the warmth of Katie’s mouth enclosing his cock, and all of his worries flew out the window. The only thing left was the warm, welcoming heat of his wife’s mouth. No, it was Alyssa’s mouth, he reminded himself.

John summoned the mental image of Alyssa from the brief time he’d seen her photo on Katie’s phone. He could imagine Alyssa, bobbing her head on his cock, staring at him with her deep blue eyes, her blonde hair becoming messy from her sexy motions. His fist clenched as he resisted the urge to grab the shiny locks and thrust into her hot, dirty mouth.

A small, distant part of his mind thought it was strange to see a lesbian uncharacteristically sucking his dick, but—

John loves seducing and dominating lesbians.

—but instead it just felt... right.

Dominating lesbians felt natural.

Like it was what he was always meant to do.

He gritted his teeth when he hit the back of her throat. “For a lesbian, you sure are a good little cockslut,” he taunted.

That just made Alyssa moan around his cock, her mouth still bobbing, her tongue swirling around his length like snake coils.

Pure, raw desire coursed through his blood. She was such a good slut, made for his cock and servicing him. She needed to remember her place, at his feet, saliva dripping from her mouth while he fucked her face.

No.

He needed to remind her. It was his role after all.

Gripping Alyssa’s hair, he put a little pressure on the back of her head. Not hard, but enough to control the pace.

Pregnant or not, he still controlled Alyssa.

And from the way she moaned again, she appreciated that treatment.

“Take it all, dyke!” he growled, pulling her head down all the way to his crotch.

Alyssa squealed on his cock, not expecting his aggressiveness, but didn’t complain. Eyes remaining closed, John relished in the feeling of her tight throat massaging his cock, as if she was always meant to take him.

Soon, though, she tapped him three times. He instantly let her head go with a groan, already missing the warmth of her hot mouth. He heard a small whimper, followed by a deep intake of breath. But almost instantly, she put the tip of his dick back in her mouth, sucking him with feverish lust and raw desire in her hooded eyes.

In his mind he could see Alyssa grinning at him mischievously, before she slammed her head back down on his cock, this time on her own. John was sure that, if he inhaled deeply enough, he would smell the tangy, potent scent of her tight pussy, begging for his–

His train of thought shattered as she started bobbing her head again, this time taking him deeper than before.

The pressure on his cock drove him mad, lust tainting every last fleeting thought he had. She was so good at this. His perfect cocksucker. His balls tightened and he took a fistful of hair, pulling her once again all the way down, emptying himself straight down her throat with a low, guttural groan.

Saying that John’s dominance took Katie by surprise was an understatement. She pulled her hands from her panties—John wasn’t the only one who came—and leaned down. The young woman hummed as she cleaned her husband’s cock, her tongue lavishing his length, enjoying the salty taste.

Hmm...

John wasn’t usually like that, especially once her baby bump started showing. But Katie loved every second of his dominance over her. Despite her recent orgasm, her pussy clenched in a desperate move to be filled.

Right now, the only thing that made sense about John’s alpha behavior ... is that it was due to Alyssa. It had to be because of him envisioning a lesbian servicing his glorious cock.

The thought almost made her moan.

After putting his dick back and zipping his pants up, Katie sat back, cheeks flushed, her hair a mess, and panting from the exertion. She grinned.

“Mm, I loved how in control you were. What got into you?”

She had a good suspicion, but wanted to act surprised. The idea of her hypnosis session transforming her sweet husband into an alpha, dominating man... Fuuuck. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together.

“For some reason, just thinking about a lesbian blowing me made me want to dominate her. Like it awakened a new side of me.”

“No idea,” she lied. “But I loved it. Just ... be careful with the baby. We can’t do anything rough with sex for now, so I want you to be able to fuck lesbians in the meantime ... and after,” she winked.

“Shit! I’m sorry. I got carried away,” he apologized, clearly distressed as he caressed her cheek. A heartbeat or two later, his hand stilled and his eyes widened. “Wait. Lesbians, plural?”

Oops. “I just mean in general. I get so wet when I think of you dominating my lesbian bestie!”

“And I can’t deny how hard it makes me,” he grinned. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you more!” she beamed.

“Okay, now I really need to go, before you get me hard yet again,” he smiled.

He gave her a hand to help her stand back up, kissing her deeply as he did so.

“Have a good day, hon.”

As the door clicked closed after John’s departure, Katie thought about how far he’d come along so quickly.

She considered telling John about her plan to hypnotize Alyssa. Maybe he would support Katie?

No. Never tell John, the darkness insisted.

For some reason she decided against telling John. If he felt guilty for his own use of hypnosis, there’s no way he’d support her doing it.

For now.

She’d need more time to corrupt him. For now, she’d have to do this discreetly. Get him addicted to fucking lesbians.

That’s right. Corrupt him! it encouraged.

John would love Alyssa’s tight pussy wrapped around his thick cock. And Katie would make that happen.

She just needed to make up with her first.

As Alyssa Banks drank her coffee, she could see the pedestrians from her usual corner booth in the coffee shop. One sugar. Two milks. That’s how she’d been taking her coffee lately.

She was dressed casually, having come directly there from class, a daily habit she’d been in for the past several months. The last time she saw Katie.

She missed her so much.

Her coffee in hand, she started to wonder where Katie was. How she was doing. If she was well or not.

If she’s happier without me...

“Want a refill, Alyssa?” Her morbid thoughts were interrupted by the waiter, a short brunette in her early twenties who was likely working part time to pay for college expenses. By now Alyssa was there so often, there wasn’t a waiter who didn’t know the gorgeous, blue-eyed blonde by name.

“Yes, please,” she forced a polite smile as the waiter topped up her drink. “Thanks, Lisa.”

As the waiter left, Alyssa’s thoughts returned to her childhood best friend. Her best friend forever.

Forever.

A sad sigh escaped her lips. She’d been best friends with Katie for as long as she could remember. Two five-year-olds, all pigtails and scratched knees, hitting it off instantly, when Alyssa’s family moved into the house across the street.

“I’m Alyssa! What’s your name?”

“Katie. Let’s be friends!”

Ever since that day, they became inseparable. They attended the same elementary school, middle school, and high school—when they both realized they were lesbians.

In their junior year of high school, they decided it was time they came out. After all, at seventeen, they were almost adults. First, they started with their parents.

But got completely different results.

Katie’s parents supported her fully. Hugged her. Said they loved her no matter what.

Alyssa’s parents were fundamentalists. They called her a sinner. Said she was going to Hell if she didn’t change her “lifestyle.” And it wasn’t the first time they asked why she couldn’t just be more like her sister, Erin.

Perfect fucking Erin. So what if Erin went through several boyfriends a month? So what if Alyssa didn’t want to date boys?

Alyssa wasn’t the only one her parents’ homophobic reaction affected. Katie had planned to come out as gay at school, but changed her mind. She didn’t want word getting back to Alyssa’s parents. If they knew, they’d ban Alyssa from ever seeing Katie again.

Needless to say, Alyssa looked forward to going to college. She’d be going to the same one as Katie—obviously they wouldn’t let something like education bring them apart. And she would be free to be herself.

But one day she overheard them talking about wanting to send her to conversion therapy. “Unfortunately,” it wasn’t legal for anyone under eighteen. So they planned to withhold her college tuition unless she went to one as soon as she graduated high school.

She didn’t remember the run to Katie’s house, crying, desperate. It took her so long to explain everything, the tears a constant flow, even to Katie’s parents who were already in the room. They had just finished up with dinner.

Katie’s parents hugged Alyssa. They had been sympathetic when they heard how Alyssa’s parents reacted.

“You always have a place to stay here with us,” said Katie’s mother with a warm smile.

Katie’s father nodded, adding, “That’s right. After all, with how often you’re here, you may as well move in! You are family to us.”

Her heart swelled with relief and gratitude as she realized she had another place to call home. But she couldn’t ask them for help with college. They could barely afford Katie’s tuition.

But Alyssa had an idea for that. It was a longshot, but just maybe she could ask her Uncle Dan.

He was rich. Very rich. And they always got along well. Normally, she wouldn’t have dreamed of asking for his money, but she was desperate, so she decided to call him and honestly explain her situation, and just hope he was nothing like her homophobic parents.

She shouldn’t have worried. When Alyssa came out to him, the very closeted uncle came out to her too. He immediately set her up with funding for tuition and expenses. She made sure her parents didn’t find out about that.

The night of her high school graduation, Alyssa’s parents gave her an ultimatum: conversion therapy, or no funding for college. When she chose the latter, they threatened to kick her out. She just smiled and told them goodbye.

She had another family. And they were just across the street.

Katie’s family was kind. Warm. And just as promised, they welcomed Alyssa with open arms. She stayed there until she went off to college together with Katie.

Alyssa’s uncle rented her a nice one-bedroom apartment close to campus, easily within walking distance. Katie had to stay in a dorm room, but would often visit with Alyssa.

Well, whenever she wasn’t dating someone.

Alyssa couldn’t help but have little pangs of jealousy. She knew deep down she had feelings for her best friend. That they meant to be together.

They were soulmates, by any possible definition of the word. Except maybe the literal religious connotation. Neither Alyssa nor Katie believed in souls. Of course, Alyssa never told her parents that part. Her parents would have her exorcized if they knew she wasn’t religious.

Always together no matter what, Alyssa and Katie were the typical “Will they? Won’t they?” couple to people who knew them; anyone else would just assume they were together by how close they were with each other. Not that they minded.

But they never dated.

It’s not that Alyssa wasn’t interested in her—it was exactly the opposite! And it was obvious to her that Katie was too. But they were rarely single and available at the same time.

The truth was ... even when they were both single, Alyssa was too scared their friendship would be ruined if she made a move.

I was such a coward. But I swear ... if I ever see Katie again, I won’t make the same mistake.

It wasn’t that long ago Katie was having relationship issues with Beth, having fights and disagreements. Alyssa, of course, would give her friend advice and offer her a shoulder to cry on. But inside, she couldn’t help but get hopeful they’d break up. Because it was inevitable they’d get together. No matter what happened until then.

After all, they were soulmates.

In the middle of their college sophomore year, Alyssa received terrible news. Uncle Dan had died.

The young woman had been inconsolable, but she remembered Katie trying her best. Katie would just silently stroke her hair while they cuddled on the couch together at Alyssa’s apartment, as Alyssa cried herself to sleep.

Katie even attended the funeral together with Alyssa, holding her hand the entire time.

A week later, Alyssa received a call from her uncle’s lawyers. She had inherited everything from him. She was a millionaire, and no longer had to work a day in her life.

Not knowing what to do with the news, she decided not to tell anyone about it yet. But she did know that she wanted to stay in college, because she wanted to be self-sufficient. And more importantly, she wanted to stay with Katie.

After all, they were soulmates.

At least, they were supposed to be. But one day, she noticed something was off about Katie. No longer her vibrant, passionate self, Katie looked like she was troubled, always distracted and spacing off into deep thought, various emotions playing across her face. Like she had something serious on her mind. Alyssa knew something horrible must have happened to her. But no matter how much she tried to get her to open up, it wouldn’t work.

And for the first time ever, Alyssa and her soulmate started to drift apart.

Katie’s social withdrawal soon escalated into complete disappearance. She wouldn’t answer anyone’s texts or calls, or even answer the door when Alyssa tried to go to her dorm.

Then a few weeks after Katie’s disappearance, Alyssa got a call from Katie in the middle of a class. Shocked, she quickly accepted the call as she grabbed her bag and darted out of class, not wanting to miss the chance to finally talk to her.

“Katie?!” she blurted. “Are you okay?! Where have you been?!”

“Hi, Alyssa!” her friend’s voice greeted her cheerfully. “I’m wonderful. It’s a long story!”

“Why haven’t you called me until now?! Everyone’s been worried sick about you!”

“I’m sorry to make you worried,” she sounded contrite. “Let’s just meet up and we can talk. Plus, I’ve missed you!”

Trying not to rush, Alyssa took her time to walk to the small coffee shop nearby to the university that Katie and she attended. It was her first time there, even though it was fairly popular among her fellow students.