And in the end, it didn't have to.  My boss always leaves early, so when he
scampered at half-past three, I did likewise.  I think I was still within
the margins of safety on my ride home, but it's like a blur to me.  There
may have been injuries.

I walked in the front door, wondering what I'd find, but the front room was
empty this time.  As were most of the other rooms I could see from my
vantage.

I headed to the bedroom.

Knowing Sinne and how her brain worked, I confess that I expected to find
something very much like this, but there's still no way you can be prepared
for what I saw.  There was my wife, in the same outfit she'd worn to bed
last night, nude seamed stockings and all.  The garters framed her ass
nicely, with the panties pushed aside so her fingers could better access her
cunt as she ground it slowly down in little circles onto the mattress.  But
of course that was a sideshow next to the main attraction: her head lolled
slowly side to side as she applied her mouth between Sinne's thighs.

Sinne was seated on the bed, backed-up against the headboard, her naked ass
on my wife's pillow, her stockinged legs parted lewdly to admit the tonguing
she was so obviously enjoying.  Her head was rocked back, eyes shut, and she
was slowly stroking a stream of my wife's long black hair across her
nipples.  I knew from the look on her face that she was near to coming, and
I also knew from the sweat on her face that it wouldn't be the first time
that she had today.  She wasn't so far gone, though, that she didn't hear me
at the bedroom door, and she looked at me with a fiendish and intensely
erotic look in her eyes.

Sinne didn't let my presence distract her, though.  In fact, it seemed to
encourage her.  She pointed the toes of one of her legs forward, and then
slowly, languidly moved the other foot from a spread position to rest upon
her pleasurer's back.  Up and down she stroked this foot, in time to the
rhythm of the tongue-lashing, and then she slid that leg around the back of
my wife's neck as she was brought to a thunderous climax, trapping mouth on
pussy, assuming there was ever any desire to get free.  From the enthusiasm
of my wife's ass-motions, and of her dancing fingers, I don't think there
was any such thought.

"Hi, honey. I'm home?" I said weakly.

Sinne was trying to laugh, but she was too out of breath to manage it.  She
relaxed and lay back, and helped herself to a nice warm bath of tongue.  She
favored, I knew, gentle licking around the labia as she recovered.

"Hi, sweetheart," my wife replied, muffled.  She did not in any other way
pause what she was doing to Sinne.

"Um. what's going on with you, dear?"  There wasn't much to say, really.
The vista was quite explanatory.

"I'm. eating. Gloria's pussy." she got out, between strokes.  Or perhaps she
'd said "glorious pussy".  Same thing, in my book.

            "I see."  No, really, I do!  I looked to Sinne for a real
explanation; evidently my little hypnotiste had been at it again.

            "Joan, darling," Sinne said in dulcet tones.  "Sleep time now."
And my wife's head fell gently into her lap.

            "'Joan'?  Who the hell is Joan?"

            "She is.  At least sometimes, now.  Arch, can you get me a glass
of water?  All of this hard work has made me very thirsty."

            I returned in seconds with a bottle of Arrowhead.  "Okay, care
to 'splain what that meant, now that you can wet your whistle?  Certainly no
other parts of you need wetting."

            "Mmmm." she sighed at the memory, stroking "Joan's" hair gently.
Certainly not.  It's amazing what one can do with an afternoon and a lot of
imagination."

            She didn't bother to cover up.  I'd seen her naked hundreds of
times, and my wife "Joan" was apparently a bit familiar herself, even if she
had been awake.  "Where do you want to start?"

            "How about with 'Joan'?"

            "Starting in the middle, mostly.  Okay then.  'Joan' is a... a
construct, I think you'd call it.  She's a place in dear Mrs. Baal's mind
where she can feel free to listen to the new, special instructions she's
been receiving without dreary old morality intruding on the party."

            "You've given her an extra personality?"  The mind boggled.
"Isn't that a little warped?"

            "Not entirely.  It's pretty important, for what I've been trying
to do.  Or get her to do.  For her mental health, too."

            "You're making her schizo to preserve her mental health?"

            "Sorta kinda. Look, all that guff about hypnosis not ever making
you do what you don't really want to do?  It's true, to a certain extent.
But if you are a good suggestible subject, like she is, you'll do anything
you're not totally opposed to.  Which is fine, but can cause you a lot of
confusion as you try to figure out why your inhibitions are gone, and why
you're doing things only deep dark parts of you would ever consider doing.
I present you with Exhibit A."  She gestured at her still-damp inner thighs
and the lovely face resting on them.

            "Okay, you've got me there.  There's no way she would have done
this before your little 'sessions'."

            "Don't be so sure."  I looked at her quizzically and she smiled
mysteriously and shook her head.  "We can talk about that later.  Look,
anyway, when I met with her again today I put her under with a code phrase
and questioned her about her activities since last we'd spoken."

"Voyeur."

"You've no idea.  But you will, in a minute.  Anyway, she was disturbed that
she had acted that way with you last night-she didn't think it was like her
at all and. well, the rest wasn't either.  Now with a willing subject, they
know they're receiving treatment, and they expect changes in their behavior,
but she's not exactly willing, is she?"

"Looked willing enough a minute ago."

"You know what I mean.  She was shocked and confused about what she'd been
doing, and it would probably have really screwed her up if we continued
much.  Well, I don't think simply stopping would have been any fun, do you?"

"No!"

"But you can ease the problem by making up a new person-"

            "'Joan'."

            "You're quick.  'Joan'.  While your wife was in a deep, deep
suggestible state today, I told her about a friend of mine I called 'Joan'.
Joan is a lot like your wife-same figure, same coloring, same basic
manner-she even has a fantastic husband named Arch.  But Joan is a lot more
open-minded than she is."

            "Oh, really?"  I was intrigued.

            "Oh, yes indeed.  So I gave a large lecture on what Joan was
like, all the time taking your lady deeper, and deeper."  She grinned at me.
"When she was deeper, I told her that she could pretend to be Joan whenever
she wanted to, and that she would always want to whenever she heard me say
'Just Joan'.  So, problem solved.  Joan is the one doing all the somewhat
dirty stuff, and wifey is just playing a little game of pretend.  No harm in
that, right?  And Joan is entirely of my making, so I can mold her as I
wish."  I could tell she was getting excited again, as she was glancing down
at the head in her lap.

            "What is 'Joan' made of?"  It damned well wasn't sugar and
spice.

            "Heh.  Joan is a little bit of you, and a little bit of me.  The
fun parts, I assure you."

            "Such as?"

            She shook her head.  "We'll go over details later.  Anyway, I
put several suggestions in her head last night."

            "Yeah, I know.  Damn fine work!"

            "Hush.  The 'insurance premium' part was trivial-she's already
in love with you, so getting her to do sexual things for you was nothing.
No, I gave her suggestions about how she felt about her body, about what she
found attractive, and how that made her feel.  You think you reaped the
rewards last night, but. well, let me show you what I saw when I got here,
this morning, shall we?"

            I nodded.

            "Joan, dear."

            Eyes still closed, Joan replied sleepily, "Yes?"

            "Do you remember what you were doing this morning?  Before you
were Joan?"

            "Mmmm hmmm."

            "Can you show me what you did after breakfast?"

            "Mmmm hmmm."

            "Can you tell me what you were thinking, too?"

            "Okay."

            "Joan, you will begin to show me when you wake up.  You're
waking up in 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Wake up."

            She walked into the kitchen, put on her robe, washed a coffee
cup (which had already been washed, of course), and then came back into the
bedroom.  "Hmmm.  Have to do the laundry.  Have to get a clean load of
underwear going.  Underwear."  She sat down on the bed.  "Oh, darn it, I'll
have to hand-wash the garter-belt and stockings I wore for Arch last night.
What made me wear them, anyway?  That's not really like me.  I just couldn't
help it, though.  I got sooo horny and had to show him how much I wanted
him."  She picked them up, and examined them a bit.  "Not too dirty, though.
Just smell lightly of sex.  Mmmm."  She lifted the delicates to her nose
briefly and inhaled.   "I did look good in these, I'm sure."  She glanced
from side to side momentarily, almost guiltily.  "I wonder what I'd look
like in them right now?  No one's home.  I could dress up."

            She clipped the garter-belt around her waist, then straightened
it before bunching up the first stocking.  It went on her foot, and she drew
it slowly up her leg before fastening it with the front and side garters.
"Mmmm.  Feels so silky smooth.  Wonder why I never noticed that before?
Where's the other?  Ah.  Bring it up the other leg. there.  Front and side
garters-oops, have to do the side one again.  Make sure the seams are
straight up the back of the leg, to draw the gaze up to my ass. Now what
made me think that?"  She looked flustered.  But that passed as she crossed
and uncrossed her legs with a swishing nylon sound.  "That feels very nice.
Have to do the back garters now.  Over to the mirror, I think, to make sure
I do it right."

            She walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the
bedroom, and looked over her shoulder, hiking up her robe to see the back
garters and the nylon seams.  "Now there's a pretty sight," she sighed.
"Just hook that one. so. and the other. oops, straighten the seam. there.
Now that looks hot.  Really hot.  It's making me horny again, like last
night."  She grabbed the seat for her dressing table and sat down on it,
still looking in the mirror.  "I still have a good body, after all of these
years, thank God.  Nice firm tits, and killer legs.  Maybe I need to wear
shorter skirts, to show them off!"  She hiked up her robe again, showing
large expanses of thigh, as if to illustrate what one of these skirts would
look like.  "Very nice.  Very sexy.  Very. oooh.  Feels so good to run my
hands up the nylons.  And they look so good on me.  So sensuous.  So-"

            I looked at Sinne, who was engrossed as I was, though apparently
she'd already seen this.  "What suggestions did you give her?"

            "Pleasure with her own body, mostly."  Sinne smiled.  "A little
exhibitionism, and a little voyeurism.  A dangerous combination when you add
a mirror, wouldn't you say?"

            Now engrossed with the mirror, her hands were traveling up and
down her thighs.  "Tingly." she added, and snapped the garter strap on one
of the legs.  "Ha!"  She made a delighted face at her image in the mirror as
she slipped her hand under the welt of the stocking and saw her hand through
the sheer material.  Her other hand snaked upward even before she said,
"Need to rub my nipples, now.  Yesss."  She shook out her long hair and
spread it on her chest.  "Mmmm.  Pretty hair.  Feels nice and silky on my
nipples.  Want to touch them through the hair.  Ahhh.  Peekaboo!  Oh, cup
them. yes.  Wish I had someone here to suck them, but I guess licking my
fingers will have to do.   Mmmm.  Look so sexy with my fingers in my mouth.
Now move those fingers to my tits, and suck the other hand.   Mmmm.  Very
sexy mouth, very warm wet tits.  But getting wet in other places, now.
Mmmm.  need three hands, but will have to make do with two."

            This was utterly arousing to just watch, but the running
commentary was driving me crazy.  Sinne was next to me, her hand on my leg,
and I'm quite sure she knew my cock was solid.  Her other hand was on her
own stocking, and moving upward.

            By now, of course, only one hand was left to service the
nipples.  The other flashed across the hose tops in an instant, lightly
brushing them with the long fingernails, and burying itself in between.
"Ummmm.  Sorry silky things, but I have more important things to do with my
ha-ahhh. hands.  Pussy needs. uhhh. needs rubbing, fingers in. nipples
rubbing. fingers out. palm on clit. ohhhhh."  She thrust her cunt into her
hand with movements made more seductive by the fact that she was watching
them and improving them as she went.

            Now she was losing coherence of speech, but she wasn't stopping
her hands from working her.  "Pinch nipples. yesss. pump slit. ahhh. need to
taste."  Her pussy drenched hand rose to her mouth, and she sucked the
fingers in one-by-one, savoring the flavor.  Her other hand abandoned the
nipples to finish what had been started in her cunt.

This was easily the most erotic thing I had ever seen my wife do-for some
reason, it even beat watching her eat our Sinne-though not by much.  Sinne's
hand was in her own cunt, now, too, and she said, "Oh, yeah, I may have
added a dash of lesbianism, too."

One hand pumping her mouth (she was still saying things, but they were
impossible to understand, even if some of them happened to be actually
words) and the other with three fingers assaulting her clit and dipping
inside, my wife looked into her own eyes in the mirror and shrieked an
orgasm the likes of which I'd never seen-not even from Sinne.  Sinne was
impressed, too-she had her own clit pinched between her knuckles and was
coming just from watching.

She lay back in the chair, gasping, recovering.  "What the hell was that?"
she said, looking worriedly in the mirror.  "I don't know why I did that.
What's wrong with me today?  And last night, for that matter?"  She looked
at her hands, and realized where they'd been-both places, and looked mildly
disgusted with herself.  "I can't believe I just put my hands in my mouth
after frigging-off. after masturbating, I mean.  Does this make me some kind
of dyke?"  She walked into the bathroom, and started removing her
stockings-but quickly and businesslike, now, not as languorously as she'd
put them on.  "Have to wash these later, but first, I need a shower."  She
actually washed her hands before getting into the shower.

Before she could turn on the water, Sinne called out in a commanding voice,
"Joan, stop."  Joan froze in mid-motion.  "Please, come back to the bed and
go back to sleep.  Joan sighed and did as instructed.

"So you see, Arch?  Giving her those suggestions worked, and would have
continued to work.  But it would have caused her no end of trauma.  We don't
want a basket case on our hands, we just want to have a little fun.  So Joan
is the answer."  She looked at me frankly.  "So, what do you think?"

My answer was the head of my cock prying open her labia and thrusting
inside.  I answered for a long while.



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So now I have a sort of "extra" wife, Joan.  Sinne and I got to know her all
weekend, in many different ways.  She really is a combination of both of us:
from Sinne she gets the near-constant horniness, along with the urge to show
off her body, and an appreciation for the wearing of fine lingerie.  Sinne
programmed her with my love for gazing in earnest at fine hosiery, and
together with the lingerie fetish, this makes my life quite a bit of eye
candy.  Joan never leaves the house without wearing something sexy beneath
her skirt, and has a preference for sheer, full-fashioned nylons, with seams
and the loophole welt and the works.  She actually even wears them to sleep
every night.

She also gets from me the obsession with eating pussy-specifically, but not
limited to, Sinne's.  She talks about it all the time, in bed and out, and I
know that she's got a stash of lesbian porn in her closet she thinks I don't
know about.  Hearing her describe, in detail, what she has done with Sinne
and wants to do with others makes me no end of horny, and nearly usually
ends with her licking her own juices off my face after I've spent at least
an hour between her stocking-clad thighs.  Fortunately for both of us, Sinne
visits often, so we both get to indulge, but Sinne's going overseas next
month and won't be back for awhile, so Joan's been on the prowl for some
time now trying to find an acceptable substitute.

She's not always Joan; in fact, often I revert her to normal, since I found
that Joan spends so much time with mirrors and fingers and nylons that none
of the household chores get done.  Sinne and I haven't decided yet whether
to keep the two personalities separated, or to start gradually merging them
together.  I don't mind having "a lady in the sitting room, and a whore in
the bedroom" (and, hell, all the other rooms as well), but the Joan
personality, as is, requires constant reinforcement and maintenance.

Normally this is accomplished by Sinne when she's in town, through long,
slow deepening and suggestion processes.  I've watched them, and it's pretty
hot.  Sinne likes these sessions too, even though there's no real sex going
on, and she always needs a good tonguing and fucking once they're done.
Sometimes Joan does the tonguing while I fuck her, and sometimes I suck
Sinne off while Joan masturbates or fucks me.  Sinne has eaten out Joan a
number of times, and enjoys it a lot, but the hypnosis gives her a power
rush and she's therefore usually in Domme mode when we're together with
Joan.  Last time I came home from work to find Joan in a maid outfit,
"tending" Sinne, and calling her "Mistress", and the glow in Sinne's eyes
was almost scary.

When Sinne's not in town, Joan's maintenance is done at night.  Sinne has
taught Joan self-hypnosis, and while I'm busy sleeping Joan emerges and
deepens and starts to give herself suggestions.  I've woken up a number of
times to hear Joan chanting to herself "must obey my Mistress", and "go
deeper for Goddess".  She fingers her pussy at the end to solidify the
programming with positive feedback, and I generally get a taste myself after
watching her do this-it's very hot to observe.

I have the trigger phrase for Joan, and to change her back to my old wife,
but Sinne has kept all the other phrases restricted to her alone.  I
objected to this, but then Sinne got coy and asked if I wanted her to just
deprogram Joan completely, or should I just let her have her way?  So of
course I relented.  It's annoying though.

And lately, when I wake up at night to hear Joan chanting "obey. obey.
 obey." and "slave to Her pussy", I get the oddest feeling that-just for a
second or two-I may have been mouthing the words myself.

".a little bit of you, and a little bit of me."

So I wonder, as I'm watching Joan frig herself to ecstasy at night, as she
mimes bringing Sinne to climax with her face, how much of Sinne *is* in
there.

And whether the smile on her face at the end, as she drifts off to sleep,
might perhaps be a little bit sinister.

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