It had take years to get my wife comfortable with the idea of hypnosis. She finally consented when she began having trouble sleeping. When I assured her that she could sleep better through a post-hypnotic suggestion, she agreed to try it.

Once under, she was given a key word which would make her relax and available to other suggestions. That was when the fun began.

Knowing something about hypnosis, I realized that the power of a suggestion weakens over time unless it is constantly re-inforced. I made a list of suggestions and put them in my wallet so I wouldn't forget to apply them. At the top of the list was to reinforce the keyword which would drop her into a receptive mode. The word was "domino" and it had to be accompanied by a hand placed firmly on her left shoulder. The first weekend after her hypnosis session, I tried it.

We were standing in the kitchen after dinner. The clean-up was just about finished when I placed my hand on her left shoulder and said, "Domino." She immediately relaxed and her head slumped to the left.

"Can you hear me?" I asked.

"Yes," she mumbled softly.

"Good. Now stretch your right hand out to the right and hold it there," I instructed. Her arm rose and stretched out to the right side of her body.

"Fine," I said, placing my hand on her arm. "You can relax it now," and I pushed down. Her arm relaxed against the side of her body, and I was certain she was in the suggestive mode.

"All right. In a few minutes I'm going to let you wake up," I told her. "I want you to remember that when I say the word 'Domino' and place my hand on your left shoulder, you'll return to this state. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said softly. I decided to test the level of her suggestively.

"After I wake you up, you will hear me say the word 'extraordinary'. When I do, you will go to the bedroom, pull out the porn tape, load it into the video and start to play it." My wife has never been a fan of the porno tapes we bought a few years back. If she would do this, I knew her level of suggestion would be excellent and we'd be ready for other greater challenges.

"When it starts playing, you are to come and get me and tell me you want to fuck," I continued. "You will say, 'Come with me. I want to fuck.' Do you understand?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Good. Now, I'm going to count backwards from ten. At five you will begin to wake up. By three you will feel fully refreshed. At the count of one, you will be fully awake. You will not remember these suggestions, but will carry them out." It's a lot like programming a computer, I thought. You've got to tell them everything. I began counting.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, you're beginning to wake up. Four, three. You feel fully refreshed, two, one. Fully awake." Then I kissed her on the cheek.

"Well," I said. "That about does it." I handed her a paper towel to dry her hands. She thought I was talking about the clean up. "How do you feel?" I asked.

"Good," she said. "A little strange, but good."

"What do you mean strange?" I asked.

"I don't know. It's hard to describe."

"But, overall, you feel good?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Nothing extraordinary?"

She stopped in her tracks and looked at me. Then she walked out of the kitchen and headed toward the bedroom. In a minute or so she returned.

"Come with me," she said. "I want to fuck."

I followed her to the bedroom and found that, as programmed, the porn flick was running on the video.

She had three crashing orgasms before I came inside her, the video playing in the background all the while.

"So," I asked her as we lay side by side afterwards, "What was that all about?"

"I don't know," she answered. "I just got this incredible urge to get laid? Did you like it?"

"Why, of course," I answered. "You can come ask me to fuck any time you want."

Three days later I put my hand on her should and said the magic word, "Domino." Karen slumped slightly and I knew she was in a suggestive mode.

In the spare room hung a picture of some sailboats. We normally kept the spare room door closed. The picture was visible from the doorway if it was open."

"Karen," I said, easily, "can you hear me?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"I want you to walk with me to the spare bedroom. You can walk. But you will not awaken. Do you understand?" I asked.

"I understand."

"Come with me, then," I directed. We walked to the spare bedroom and I opened the door.

"Do you see the picture with the sailboats?" I asked her?

"Yes," she said.

"Good," I began. "Whenever you see that picture, you will get an overwhelming urge to get laid. Do you understand this instruction?"

"Yes," she said.

"All right," I commanded. "When you wake up, you won't remember this instruction, but if you see the picture, the urge to get laid will arise in you. Now walk with me back to the living room and sit where you were sitting before."

She walked back into the living room and sat on the sofa. I gently led her out of her trance state. She awoke and looked at me strangely.

"I must have dozed off," she said.

"Um hmmm," I agreed.

She stood up and went to the kitchen to load the dishwasher. Several minutes later she walked back toward our bedroom. She stopped at the open door of the spare room and looked at the picture. Then she turned and returned to the living room where I sat in my recliner.

"Come with me," she said, urgently. "Come on. Now!" Her manner was rushed and imperious. I arose from the recliner and began to follow her to the bedroom. As she walked she started stripping off her clothing. By the time we arrived in the bedroom she was naked.

She turned and grabbed me. Her lips crushed against mine in a passionate kiss. Her tongue drove between my lips as she struggled with the buttons on my shirt.

"What's this?" I asked, innocently as I was able.

"I've got to get laid, baby. Do me now!" she commanded.

I was pleased to comply.

After an energetic session of sex, I arose and closed the door to the spare room. It just wouldn't do to have her bouncing out of bed and back into it ten minutes later. I doubted I could keep up with that pace.

Three days later, after judiciously manipulating that spare room door, we lay in bed following a particularly vigorous rendezvous, she lay on the bed looking at the ceiling.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she said.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"I've just never been so horny as I have the last few days," she confessed.

"Do you hear me complaining?"

"No, but it's so unlike me," Karen said.

"Well, whatever it is, I like it," I reassured her.

"You don't think I'm awful, wanting to get laid all the time?" she asked.

"I don't think you're awful. I told you, Karen. I'm not complaining."

I knew I should have stopped there. I mean, just by controlling the opening and closing of the door, I had my wife on my sexual schedule. Most couples I know have differing schedule. The husband usually wants it more than the wife. Sometime it's the other way round. Rarely do both have the same arousal pattern. I'd achieved that through the aid of the hypnosis and opening the spare bedroom door at the right time.

But, no. I couldn't leave it there. I had to push it.

It was a Thursday night. We were sitting on the sofa. I'd finished reading the paper and Karen was watching QVC. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Domino." She looked at me a second, then closed her eyes and slumped.

I reinforced all the earlier suggestions, then launched into the next element of my plan.

"Do you know Eric?" I asked her. Eric was a buddy of mine from college. He was considered quite the stud. He was a lacrosse player, who had maintained his ruggedly blond good looks.

"Yes," my wife answered softly.

"Eric is a good looking fellow, isn't he?" I asked.

"Yes," she murmured again.

"The next time you see Eric, you will be overcome by and overwhelming need to have sex with him. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said.

"You may look to me for confirmation, Karen. When I give you the thumbs up signal, you will approach Eric and tell him you want him," I instructed.

"Yes," she mumbled.

"You will not remember these instructions, but will carry them out," I ordered her. "Now, I'm going to begin counting backwards from ten. When I reach one, I will clap my hands. You will awake, refreshed, and you will not remember that you have been asleep. Ten, nine, eight..."

"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?" I asked Eric the next morning. "I'm going to stop at the grocery and pick up a rack of ribs. I'll have Karen whip up a salad. We'll eat, drink a few beers and have a couple of laughs. Besides, Karen is dying to see you."

"Yeah, right," Eric said with a sneer. "The last time Karen saw me her exact words were, 'You're an arrogant, egotistical shit, Eric.' I'm sure she's dying to see me."

"No, I'm serious. We were talking about you just last night," I reassured him. "I think you'll be surprised at her response to you."

Karen bitched a little when I arrived home at around 5:30 and told her Eric was coming.

"I'm a mess," she said. "I haven't even taken a shower, yet."

"You've got an hour and a half," I told her. "Go take your shower and I'll start the grill. We can just have a salad with the ribs."

She went off without any additional comment.

When Eric arrived a few minutes early, she met him at the door. I watched from the kitchen, just off the entry hall to see what would happen.

"Eric!" she said, in a delighted tone. "You don't know how happy I am to see you." She tilted her face up to him and kissed him squarely on the lips. I knew my suggestion had taken hold of her when her hand slid behind his neck, pulling him to her in the middle of their kiss. When they broke, finally, Eric was astounded.

"Karen," he said in amazement. "I'm really surprised at your warm welcome."

"Oh, don't be so thin-skinned," she told him, her hand resting on his chest. "Let's let by-gones be by-gones. We'll start all over tonight, okay?" she said, coyly.

"Sure," Eric said. "We'll start all over."

"Good," my wife told him. "Now, are you ready to try that kiss again?" She pressed her body against him and kissed him passionately. This time, Eric responded.

"You look good enough to eat," she told him when their lips parted. "You suppose Danny would let us forgo the ribs?"

Eric laughed uneasily. "Probably not," he said. He held out a bottle of wine he'd brought. "Look," he told her. "A peace offering."

"Oh, thank you," she said, wrapping her arm around his and leading him into the den. "You just have a seat here and I'll get Danny to open it for us."

When she came into the kitchen I was busy slicing tomatoes for the salad.

"Eric's here," she told me.

"Good," I replied. "You sound strange," I added.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "I'm feeling really sexy and turned on," she continued.

"Are you," I answered, in more of a statement than a question. "Does is feel good?"

"Mmm-hmmm," she affirmed. "He brought us some wine. You open it and I'll get the glasses."

I rinsed my hands, dried them, then dug in the grab-bag drawer for the corkscrew. I found it, tapped the wine bottle and popped the cork.

"Should we let it breathe?" I asked her.

"It can breath in the glasses," she said. "Pour. I want some now."

I poured. She drank half of her glass in two swallows.

"Is it good?" I asked.

"It's fine. Top me off. I'll take the other one to Eric."

I topped off her glass and filled a second for Eric. "Don't I get any?" I wanted to know.

"One of us should probably stay sober. You're tonight's designated driver," she declared.

"When will the ribs be done?" she asked me.

"About ten minutes. Then give me another five or so to slice 'em up."

"Okay. I'll be in the den with Eric. Call me if you need me."

She was hot to trot. There was no doubt. She left the kitchen and delivered Eric his wine. I watched through the half-open door as she instructed him to sit with her on the sofa. When Eric was settled, Karen knelt down on the cushions next to him, facing him. She placed her wine glass on the sofa table behind the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck.