Secret Sexy Santa

Before you say anything, I already know it...

I shouldn't be jealous of my best friend.

But as we sat there in his living room it was hard not to keep a touch of envy from spiking up in my chest. The view from the wall-to-wall eight-foot-high windows was like a living photograph of Eden — rolling foothills down into the luscious valley beneath us. The room itself was spacious and modern, with open wooden beams overhead and opulent leather chairs and a pair of matching sofas gathered around a huge fireplace. In the corner, a giant, decorated Christmas tree towered majestically over us.

"Wow..." was all Melanie could gasp as she looked out the window and gasped.

I admired my wife's tight ass in that red, figure-hugging dress as she stepped up to the glass, and hoped I would be unwrapping that Christmas present later tonight.

Don't get your hopes up, buddy, I told myself morosely. The odds of that were pretty slim these days.

"Adam, this is my wonderful wife Brianna."

I turned at the sound of my name and almost choked on my own tongue. Standing next to Dean was one of the sexiest women I'd ever seen.

Brianna's body could have been designed from a teenage boy's wet dream: high, voluptuous tits, flowing golden hair and the sculpted features of a model or actress. I couldn't check without being painfully obvious, but I would have bet she had a pretty fantastic ass, too — Dean always had been an ass man. Standing next to my best friend, her evenly-tanned skin was a perfect accent to his dark chocolate coloring.

I managed not to cough on my own saliva as I swallowed and hoped I had controlled my facial features in time. "Brianna," I said, extending my hand. "I'm Adam. It's nice to meet you."

"Adam!" she gushed, brushing past my hand and hugging me. "Dean has told me so much about you."

I coughed uncomfortably as I hugged her back, feeling her round tits pressed against my chest. Don't even think about it, I warned my body sternly. Since I'd been getting less and less bedroom action from Melanie, my cock had the irritating habit of coming to attention when I saw a woman I liked.

Of course, my body didn't listen. A rush of blood drove south as Brianna held the hug slightly longer than I felt was perfectly necessary. This also gave me the chance to catch a scent of her vanilla perfume. My best friend's wife smelled like dessert.

Melanie's icy cough was what finally made Brianna pull back.

"And you must be Melanie!" Brianna seemed equally excited to meet my wife, and Melanie's hard expression softened, if only slightly, as she was pulled into another hug. It may have been my imagination, but this one seemed significantly shorter than the one Brianna had given me.

"Happy to meet you," Melanie answered, tucking a wayward lock of chestnut hair behind her ear. She looked like she already wanted to escape this enthusiastic woman, but Brianna didn't give her a chance. She grabbed my wife firmly by the hand and practically dragged her out of the room.

"Come on!" she said, her voice bubbly. "Let me give you the full tour! I know Dean's been dying to spend some guy time with your husband. You know how long it's been since they've seen each other!"

Based on the size of the mansion as I'd seen it from the outside, a "full tour" could easily take 30 minutes. So as my wife shot a glance over her shoulder at me and the two women clicked out of the room on their heels, I was left alone with a man who I wasn't sure I even still knew.

Dean had been my best friend since before both of us could read and write. We'd met in preschool, before I even knew that race existed, and somehow the little black kid who was good at sports ended up staying friends with the little white kid who was kind of mediocre at everything.

Now, 5 years since I'd last stood face to face with my old friend and college roommate, I wondered what was about to happen.

"Man..." Dean sighed, the first to break the silence as we stared out the window at the view. "It's been a long time."

I chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah. You could say that."

There was another sigh and then I felt Dean's hand drop down on my shoulder.

I turned to face him. His expression was serious, and for a moment I was worried. Is he dying or something? I wondered. Is that why he reached out after so long? Bad news?

Instead, he said something I would never have expected. "I'm sorry, Adam," he told me solemnly. "I want to apologize for falling off the grid for so long. I know I messed up when it came to my friendships, and I just wanted to let you know that I still hold you in the highest regard."

I was taken aback. "No worries, man..." I said, a little uncertain. "I know we've all been busy."

His hand was still on my shoulder, and he squeezed once before letting it drop back to his side. His dark eyes, though, never left mine, and I could tell he was serious.

"You're right," he said. "I have been busy. Products to create, businesses to grow... It's been a ride for sure. I just wish I had taken the time to bring a friend or two with me." He seemed almost wistful, and whatever irritation I'd felt at him for disappearing for so long from my life vanished.

I punched him playfully in the shoulder. "Lighten up, man!" I said. "I just wish I'd known when you moved back to the valley. Then maybe we could've hung out on the weekends or something."

He nodded, smiling slightly, but I guessed that there was a reason he hadn't reached out. Who knew, maybe he didn't even take weekends off. Dean always had been the guy to go all in on whatever he was doing.

"So..." I said, slapping a hand on his shoulder and steering him toward the rest of the house, where I hoped we could find a kitchen. "How about we pop open a couple cold ones and you tell me what you've been up to for half a decade?"

Dean's pensive look hovered over him for another moment and then he let out a deep breath and grinned. "Let's do it, brother," he told me. Then, he winked, and I knew that 5 years apart hadn't weakened our friendship in the slightest. "And you'll have to tell me how you met that fine piece of ass you call your wife."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Only if I get the rundown on that goddess of yours."

"Bet," he chuckled. "But if you're looking to drink my beer the kitchen is the other way."

***

The modern, elaborate kitchen had marble countertops and pretty much every high-tech gadget I could imagine. It also had a pair of big, glass-paneled doors that opened out onto a beautiful porch, where Dean and I sat with a six pack between us and a pair of brewskies in our hands.

The cool glass against my palm and the surprisingly warm evening air were a perfect match, and for a moment I could almost forget that Christmas was just around the corner. There were strings of Christmas lights strung along the porch bannister, and I wondered whether Dean had done it himself.

"So," I began, taking a sip and feeling the bubbly drink tumble down the back of my throat. "You've spent the past five years doing what? Building a business and working out?"

Dean laughed softly. "A couple businesses, yeah," he answered. "And I've been known to lift weights every now and then."

I raised my eyebrows. "Every now and then?" I laughed as I gestured up and down his figure with my bottle. "You were always in shape, but now?" Dean had always been the fit, athletic kid in high school and college. But whereas before his build had been the thick, muscular one of an athlete he now had the slim lines of a model. His cheekbones were defined in his face, his jawline was chiseled, and it was clear in his tailored shirt that he had dropped some weight.

Meanwhile, I'd struggled to keep my weight gain to a minimum. Maybe that was one of the reasons sex with Melanie had been dwindling away in the past year or two, I mused, gazing out over the valley. It was a beautiful sight, lit by the sunset, and I could imagine the golden glow washing all my worries away.

"So what businesses are you in?" I asked, trying to keep my thoughts on the present.

There was a pause before Dean answered, and I glanced over to see him staring off into the sunset as well, pondering thoughts of his own. I started to wonder if he had heard me, when he looked my way and answered. "Manufacturing," he said. "I make and sell children's toys."

I gaped for a moment, then I grinned. Of all the entrepreneurial ventures he could have told me, this one was the most unexpected. A thought struck me. "You're like Black Santa!" I laughed, and I saw a matching expression on his face at the idea.

"Damn straight," he grinned. "By the by, that reminds me..." He set his beer down. "Give me a second. Black Santa has something for you." Dean eased out of his chair and went back inside. He returned several minutes later with a small package wrapped in red and green wrapping paper covered in little pictures of candy canes. "You've always been my best friend," he told me, and handed it over. "I'm sure in the five years since I reached out, you wondered if that was still the case."

I didn't nod, but I'm sure he could see the affirmation on my face. It was true, I had wondered.

"That's why I wanted to give you just a little thing to let you know that you're still at the top of my list. Consider it... an early Christmas present."

I smiled, embarrassed. "Man," I said, hefting the gift. It was very light, like it contained something made of glass. "I didn't think to bring you anything."

Dean shook his head. "Maybe you can come over again in a couple days for Christmas dinner?" he invited. "That's all I'd like — my best friend here to celebrate the successes life has given me."

I laughed softly but shook my head. "I'd love to, man, but we always go over to Melanie's parents' place for the holidays. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas... I bet we'd be over there for Valentine's day if they could come up with a good enough reason."

"You like seeing them?" he asked, seeing my expression of distaste.

"I hate it."

"Well..." Dean seemed thoughtful for a moment. "Give it some time and see if you can't change her mind. Brianna and I would love to have you."

I nodded agreeably, knowing that Melanie wouldn't change her mind anytime in the next century. "I'll do that."

"Hmm..." he said, and then we sat in silence for a few minutes, admiring the growing twilight over the valley until Brianna called to tell us that their tour was over and it was time to come in for dinner.

***

Dinner was excellent.

The food was fantastic (Brianna admitted they had a full-time chef who cooked their meals), and the company was just as good. It felt great to be catching up with Dean, and Brianna wasn't nearly as ditsy as she'd originally appeared. Several times, unfortunately, I think Melanie caught me staring at Brianna's tits, but other than that things seemed to be progressing perfectly.

I anticipated a few more drinks after dinner, and plenty of time catching up with my best friend. There was so much ground to cover, and I couldn't wait to dive into everything that had happened since college.

Then, as soon as we'd finished dessert, Melanie gave me a look and stood, pushing back her chair." Thank you so much for having us," she said, smiling politely. "But Adam and I are really tired and are going to be turning in early."

I, of course, was not tired in the least, but knowing that Melanie would probably leave with or without me I gave Dean an apologetic, disappointed smile and offered him a fist bump. "Yeah," I lied. "But we'll be around again real soon."

Dean nodded silently while Brianna expressed her gratitude for having us, but he made sure I didn't forget my early Christmas present before we swept out through the impressive, French oak front doors. The wreath on their front door shuddered slightly as the door closed with a thud of finality.

Melanie was silent while we got in the car and the engine rumbled to life, only speaking after a few moments of pregnant silence.

"Don't think I didn't notice you flirting with her," Melanie told me sourly as I pulled out of the driveway. She had her arms crossed under her tits and her impressive cleavage would have been mouthwatering if I had dared to look.

Here we go. I grimaced and kept my eyes on the road. "I wasn't flirting with her," I replied, trying to keep my voice even. "I was just trying to be friendly toward my best friend's wife."

"Hmm." Her sound effect told me just how much she believed me. "And I suppose that little bulge in your slacks was just your way of being friendly, too?" Her hand reached out to trace her fingertips across my thigh, close enough to wake my eager dick.

I clenched my jaw. It's not like you're taking care of that problem, I wanted to say, knowing she was just teasing me to make a point. My body is so starved for sex that any woman's touch would get me like that. And Brianna was definitely not just any woman.

"It's a biological reaction," I told her, the excuse sounding lame even to myself as my prick lengthened in my pants. "A man's body gets excited when it touches a woman. Nothing else."

Melanie didn't deign to respond, a sniff and a dismissive toss of her hair as she turned to look out the window signaling her disapproval and irritation with me. Her hand went back to her own lap, leaving me with a throbbing cock and the knowledge that the only release I would be getting tonight would be from myself.

So much for unwrapping you from that dress tonight, I thought, disappointed. Now all I have to look forward to is that little Christmas package from Dean.

As we drove pulled out of Dean's long driveway and onto the street in the gathering dusk, I had no inkling of what was about to happen.

If anything, it was a Christmas fucking Miracle.

***

I'd never quite been sure where things had gone wrong between me and Melanie. Maybe they never had, and I just had the wrong expectations, but it felt like one minute she had been the supportive, excited girlfriend I'd always wanted and the next she was the frigid wife who acted like sex was a favor and I was doing nothing to earn her goodwill.

Perhaps I was being unfair to her, or maybe I'd just misjudged her to begin with. Melanie was definitely the hottest girl who'd ever gone out with me — tall and busty, with the toned tummy and tight ass of a woman who spent plenty of time in the gym. Her wavy brunette hair was shot through with blonde highlights, something I'd always loved, and her beautiful face was nothing short of breathtaking. The first time we'd had sex, I thought I was going to die from sheer pleasure overwhelm. Maybe I'd been so infatuated with her that I hadn't taken the time to understand our mutual expectations before my proposal.

Then, on the other hand, I wasn't sure what more I needed to do to win her affection. I worked at a well-established law firm in the city, just a 30-minute commute, where I was on my way to becoming a partner in a few years, and we had stayed in the valley instead of moving closer to work because she wanted to live by her family. I brought in a good income, which left her free to spend her time working as a freelance editor for self-published authors (something she had always been passionate about). She earned a little money, but I was the real breadwinner, and I'd thought we had everything necessary for a happy marriage — financial security and jobs we were both excited about, as well as a mutual attraction. But, no matter what I did, she never seemed satisfied, and that meant that the amazing sex that had blinded me during our courtship had become a less and less frequent prospect. All that was left was a gorgeous woman who seemed to believe I was no longer good enough for her.

As we pulled into the driveway of our suburban home, I measured our house up to Dean's mansion. I'll admit, it looked a little dreary by comparison. We had no Christmas lights decorating the outside, no festive lawn ornaments or even a wreath on the front door. On top of that, of course, it was an average-sized home in an average development — not the hilltop castle of a successful entrepreneur.

Still, I told myself. There's just the two of us, we don't need that much space and we're better off than plenty of people I grew up with.

Melanie and I didn't speak as I unlocked the front door and she breezed coolly by me into the house. Our small Christmas tree looked bare without ornaments where it stood in the living room, but I plugged in the lights anyway and tried to summon up some holiday cheer.

I knew Melanie probably didn't care that much about my "flirting" with Brianna — which I still didn't believe I had done. It was just the most recent opportunity for her to gripe at me, which I think had become her latest hobby.

My wife went straight upstairs and into our bathroom to shower while I dropped Dean's gift on the bedside table and collapsed onto my back on the bed, sinking into the mattress and closing my eyes. For some reason, now that Melanie had brought her up, I couldn't get Brianna out of my head.

I imagined Dean's smoking hot wife sinking gracefully down before me, her full lips wrapping around my cock as I fucked her face. I could see myself gripping her by her blonde mane, pulling her head back as I pounded her on her hands and knees. I imagined her screaming my name as she came, the orgasm ripping through her body and her tight, perfect pussy clenching around my shaft.

Snap out of it, man! I thought abruptly, sitting up and snapping my eyes open. My cock was rock hard in my pants, but I balled my hands into fists and tried to ignore it. That's your best friend's wife! Taking a deep breath, I shook my head, knowing that no matter how much as I tried to resist it Brianna would be the image in my head as I masturbated later tonight when my own wife had gone to sleep.

To distract myself from the throbbing hard-on between my thighs, I reached over and picked up the gift Dean had given me. There was a note attached that I hadn't had the time to read, so I unfolded the simple card and read the following words:

Dear Adam,

You've been a good friend to me through the thick and thin all these years. I hope you enjoy this gift. I made it for you because I have one myself and it has made life 10x easier and more fun.

Cheers and I'll see you soon.

Your brother and (hopefully still your) best friend, 

Dean

P.S. Show it to your wife. She'll love it. Merry Christmas.

"Huh..." I muttered, turning the box around in my hands and setting the card back on the side table by the lamp. The box was small, too light to be a book but about the right shape. I wondered, for a moment, whether it might be some piece of jewelry — I didn't see much on him tonight, but in college Dean had gone through a phase when he had loved to wear rings, chains, necklaces... even an earring or two.

No... That would be kind of weird, I thought, then decided to just cut to the chase and open the damn thing already.

The paper ripped with the same satisfying sensation that it had when I was 6 years old sitting under a Christmas tree with my own family around me. Beneath it was a white cardboard box, which I ripped open just as happily to reveal...

What the hell?

What I saw inside confused me. It looked was a small wand about six inches long with a clear plastic sphere at one end and a button in the shaft. Inside the sphere was some sort of tiny light bulb. It looked like one of those things you buy for a child at a planetarium gift shop, the kind of toy where you press the button and the sphere lights up with a bunch of pretty colors.

'I made it for you...' I recalled from Dean's note. Is this some cheap toy he manufactured at one of his toy-making plants? I silently wondered. Pressing the button, I saw that, in fact, it was exactly toy I had thought it was. What the hell, man? I asked Dean quietly. This has to be the lamest gift I've gotten since I was 12... Though it is kind of relaxing to look at...

It seemed totally out of character, and for an instant I had to ask myself whether Dean was fucking with me. Was it possible that this was his way of telling me, despite his earlier words, that I was no longer the friend I thought I was? That he had moved on?

I was staring into the lights, kind of spaced out, when Melanie decided to finish her shower and walk out of the bathroom. The thud of the door swinging shut snapped me out of my daze and I looked up, catching my breath at the sight of my wife, barefoot and wrapped in a towel.

She had just blown her hair dry and it was hanging loose and tumbling over her shoulders. The towel hardly covered her body, reaching from just above her nipples to just below the curve of her ass. I wanted to just sit and stare at her, but before I could react she had stepped forward and was reaching for the tiny toy I held in my hand.

"What's this?" she asked, snatching it from my fingers with one hand and clutching the towel around her body with the other.

I shrugged, my eyes feasting on her cleavage and then down her smooth, endless legs. The bulge in my crotch returned and I took a deep breath in through my nose, feeling my stomach clench with desire.

She noticed, and her eyes narrowed at me. "If you think you're getting some action tonight after your behavior at dinner, you're sorely mistaken," she informed me curtly.

I swallowed and nodded, trying to appear contrite. "I'm sorry," I told her, though I knew I had nothing to apologize for. It was just easier to go along with it.

But Melanie was already examining the gift. "This cheap toy is the gift from your 'best friend'?" she asked sarcastically. She snorted and lifted it to her eyes. "Maybe he doesn't like you as much as you thought."

I scowled, looking away to try and hide the shame I felt as I decided that Dean had, in fact, been sending me a message. I heard a small buzzing sound as she activated the toy and the light began to sparkle and spin.

"Still..." Melanie's voice suddenly had a strange, relaxed quality. "It's quite pretty to look at..."

My brow furrowed. I turned back around, confused at her sudden shift in mood. "What do you mean?" I started to ask, but then I froze. Something was going on.

My wife was staring at the flashing, pulsing light, but when I forced myself to ignore the toy and examine her face I saw that something had changed. Her eyes, which had just been narrowed with sarcastic glee at my paltry gift, were now wide open and blank, mirroring the strobing colors coming from the tip of the plastic wand. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath slow and rhythmic.

"Honey...?" I asked softly. "You okay...?" I was wary, not sure what she was playing at and not wanting to startle her out of her reverie.

"Mmhmm... Yes..."

I caught my breath in surprise. Her voice was low and relaxed, almost sleepy, and there was no hint of the derision and sarcasm that usually tinged her every word.

"What are you doing...?" I murmured, standing up now and looking her in the face.

She didn't react, continuing to stare deep into the light at the center of the swirling sphere of color.

"Can you hear me...?" I tried again. I was starting to get a little worried. Was this some sort of strange, flashing light-induced coma? Like the kind they warn you about before you play explosive, violent video games?

"Yes..." she murmured again, and this time I caught a hint of something else in her voice.

Outside of my control, my cock began to swell, straining against my slacks and throbbing with desire, and I was suddenly no longer worried about my wife. Why? Because what I had heard was a deep, visceral pleasure.

Abruptly, everything snapped together. It was like the last piece of a puzzle finally slotted into place and I could now see the image that had been shattered and fragmented. I remembered a late college night with Dean after we'd both had too much to drink and we had been laying on the floor talking about things we wouldn't have ever mentioned sober.

'Any deep, dark secrets?' I had asked. 'What about weird kinks? Things you want to do with every woman you take to bed?'

'I just want control...' Dean had said immediately, and there was rapture in his voice. 'I want to control her, body and mind, her only desire to submit and obey, to bring me pleasure...'

'Like what...?' I joked drunkenly. 'Hypnosis or some shit?'

'Yeah, man...' Dean's eyes had turned to me and they had been stone cold serious. 'Exactly like that.'

I had swallowed, simultaneously turned on and shocked. 'Well, fuck...' I'd managed to say, then moved on to a safer topic.

My eyes flicked to the bedside table.

'P.S.' Dean's note had said. 'Show it to your wife. She'll love it.'

"Fuck me..." I breathed as I stared at my wife's entranced form. "Dean, you fucking genius... You fucking did it."

***

I sat on the edge of my mattress, my cock throbbing against my slacks. "Stay calm," I ordered myself. "Don't do anything stupid..." Whatever was happening, I needed to make sure I didn't fuck this up. If what I thought was happening — that Dean's gift had somehow hypnotized my wife — was actually happening, I had to take full advantage of this opportunity.

I took a slow, deep breath and let it out. "Okay," I muttered to myself, then glanced back up at Melanie.

She stood absolutely still, her shoulders relaxed and her breathing even, while her eyes remained fixed on the strobing lights at the center of the small, plastic sphere.

"Hey, babe..." I murmured experimentally, trying to keep my voice even and calm. "Can you still hear me?"

"Mmhmm..." My wife's response was slow and even, her eyes never flickering from the light.

"Do you feel good?" I probed. "Relaxed?"

"Yes..." Her voice was slow and strangely blank. "Good... Relaxed..."

"You like feeling this way," I affirmed, and her head nodded slightly.

"I like feeling this way..." she agreed.

God... Hearing Melanie's usually haughty, sarcastic voice so blank and monotone filled me with a rush of power, a power that shot straight through my body and into my pulsing cock. "You like to feel so relaxed and good... So relaxed that your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier every second..."

I wasn't sure how I knew that this was the way to deepen someone's trance, to slowly and confidently lead them deeper into the relaxation, but I suppose I had picked it up from somewhere — whether it was Psychology 101 at university or simply from having a roommate who was into hypnosis.

Either way, it seemed to be working — Melanie's eyelids started to flutter and droop as soon as I spoke, even while her mouth moved slowly. "Heavier and heavier..." she murmured, and I could practically hear the relaxation in her voice as it swaddled her mind and stripped away her conscious defenses.

"Very good," I told her calmly, slipping into a role I hadn't known I was able to play. "That's very good... Now, as your eyes close I want you to slip even deeper into the relaxation, even deeper into the trance..."

"Even deeper..." Melanie's eyelids slammed shut and her head suddenly dropped forward, as though her neck was too relaxed to hold it up. Surprised, I sprang to my feet and caught her as she leaned forward, her knees buckling and her entire body relaxing at once.

I grunted as her weight fell into my arms, and I suddenly realized that the towel had slithered to the floor, leaving my wife's body completely naked beneath my hands. Her large, heavy breasts were pressed to my chest, and I could feel her erect nipples pressing through my shirt as I gently guided her to the mattress so she was sitting on the bed next to me, her head dropped forward and her hands dangling by her sides. Wow... I thought. She must be pretty fucking deep. 

Somehow, I kept on talking, knowing that I needed to keep what was left of her conscious mind occupied. "Drifting down and down..." I murmured, brushing her hair back behind her ear and leaning closer. "Down into the darkness... And the deeper you go, the better you feel... The better you feel, the deeper you go..."

"Mmm..." Melanie took a slow breath, her muscles relaxing even more beneath my hands. As I took the opportunity to admire her fantastic body, I saw her pink nipples pointy and stiff.

"Are you turned on?" I asked in surprise, my voice still low as my hand instinctively reached out to cup her breast. I palmed her tits one after the other, feeling her nipples press into my palms.

"Yesss..." My wife's voice was a low hum, and I could feel the slightest hint of a seductive purr behind the blank monotone as she arched her back, pressing her titflesh into my hands.

I shook my head slightly to refocus, even as I continued to gently play with her nipples. Melanie used to love when I played with her body, my fascination with her beautiful figure a reward for countless hours of working out. Recently, however, she'd told me it was immature, that I was objectifying her.

"As I play with you," I murmured, "you're feeling more and more pleasure, the pleasure wrapping around you and pulling you even deeper into the trance..."

"Deeper into the trance..." she moaned breathily, her breath catching as I pulled and tweaked.

My cock was rock hard, and I took one of my hands from Melanie's body to gently stroke my shaft through the cloth of my pants. Time to do something about this... I decided.

Standing up, I quickly unbuckled my belt and kicked off my pants, ravishing my wife with my eyes as I did. My rock-hard dick swung free, the head purple with arousal.

"And the deeper you go..." I murmured stepping forward so my fully-erect prick was just inches in front of Melanie's face, "The more obedient you become... The deeper you go, the more obedient you become... Everything is gone from your mind except for relaxation, pleasure and obedience..."

A tiny furrow abruptly appeared between Melanie's eyebrows, and I caught my breath. "Obedience...?" she asked, her voice tinted with confusion. "I... what...?"

But, desire shooting through me and giving me insane levels of confidence, I clamped down on my sudden fear. "Obedience..." I told her firmly. "Relaxing deeper and deeper into pleasurable, entranced obedience..."

Melanie's breath caught for a moment... and then she exhaled the final hint of the resistance from her body. "Pleasurable... Entranced... Obedience..." she moaned, and I saw her visibly shiver with the arousal singing through her body at each word.

"That's very good..." I continued, my hand wrapping around my cock and giving it several slow strokes. God I'm turned on... "Now..." I hesitated only a split second. Merry fucking Christmas to me. "Open your mouth and suck my cock..."

***

Melanie leaned forward and took me into her mouth with a moan, her desire so evident that I could practically feel it shooting through me. Her lips wrapped around my cock with a sensation of hot breath and hungry need, and then her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

I groaned, feeling the tip sliding over her tongue and hitting the entrance to her throat as she continued to lean in.

"Fuck yes..." I groaned when my wife finally pulled back, eyes still closed, and began to bob her head up and down on my length. I rested one hand on top of her head, controlling her pace, keeping it nice and slow so I wouldn't be tempted to blow my load down her throat.

There's something else I want to do with that, I thought, grinning wickedly.

"Can you still hear me, Melanie...?" I murmured, running my fingers through the woman's thick hair. Ohfuckyes. I groaned, thrusting several times with my hips and fucking her beautiful, angelic face.

"Yss..." Her words of affirmation were muffled by my cock, but the vibrations of her words throbbed up my shaft and into my body.

Oh yeah...

"In a moment," I told her, my voice shuddering as she took me deep, "I'm going to snap my fingers. When I do, I want you to open your eyes but remain in the trance. Open your eyes, but remain in the trance... Do you understand...?"

"Yes..."

I held my breath. This, I realized, was it.

Would she obey me, or would she snap out of it the instant she opened her eyes?

I snapped my fingers and Melanie's eyelids fluttered once, twice and then slid open.

I stared into her deep blue orbs, the depth of her eyes fascinating me.

They were completely blank, no hint of though flashing behind them as she continued to bob up and down, my cock wet with her saliva.

Safe. I grinned and let my hands rest on either side of Melanie's head. In one movement, I plunged my length between her lips and stopped, her nose resting against my stomach. Her mouth and throat were volcanically hot and fantastically tight, her body barely able to take me.

"Now, Melanie..." I murmured in a conversational tone, my cock buried in her throat, "you know that you're completely entranced right now, don't you?"

Her eyes never flickered as I held her head in place, lips sealing around the base of my prick. "Mmhmm..."

"And you love it," I continued, easing back slightly and then thrusting again. "You love being completely relaxed, entranced and obedient..."

"Mmhmm..." Melanie's response was a shuddering moan of arousal that matched my own, her nostrils flaring as she struggled for air.

"And you'll do anything I say..."

"Mmm..." My wife was practically panting now, barely able to breath around my cock and overwhelmed with the ecstasy of obeying my every wish. I finally pulled back, letting her suck in one gasp of oxygen before I slid myself back between her soft, plush lips.

Up and down on my cock, the little O of her mouth making a perfect seal.

"You are my slave, and I am your Master..."

Her mouth slid off my cock with a pop and one of her hands wrapped around my shaft, slowly pumping up and down my length as she stared up into my eyes. "Yes, Master..."

It was the Master that did it, Melanie's subconscious mind accepting the title and sending a surge of need straight down my spine.

Leaning down, I gripped Melanie by the hips and pushed her back and down onto the bed.

She went willingly, sliding back on the sheets until she had room to spread her long legs wide open for me.

My eyes went to her shaved pussy, where I could see her skin glistening with arousal.

"Are you nice and horny for me?" I grunted, my fist pumping up and down my cock as I knelt between her spread thighs. "Are you a nice little horny slut for your master?" I don't know where the words came from, I wasn't usually not this dominant in bed, but as I said them Melanie squirmed and gasped, her hips twitching as though she were almost ready to cum from the words alone.

"Yes, Master... Horny little slut..." Her voice was a moan of need, begging me to take her exactly how I wanted.

So I did.

I slid inside of her, disappearing inch by inch as I moved with a leisurely, luxuriant slowness.

Melanie groaned, her tight entrance opening up for me as I pushed all the way into her core.

Then, I began to move. With my weight on my hands, I lowered my head and suckled at her large, round tits, pulling her nipples one by one into my mouth. I lashed at them with my tongue and she gasped, bucking up against me with every stroke.

Her form was lithe and smooth beneath me, our bodies coming together like a choreographed performance. Her hips rose to meet mine as I plunged into her, her inner tunnel slick and needy but snug.

I pushed deeper, pounding into her body like I owned it. Each thrust took me deeper until I was pressing against her deepest walls and rubbing her g-spot every time I withdrew.

Her legs locked around my hips, urging me onward.

"Yesss..." her voice was a moan of mindless need. "Yesyesyessss..."

This was the hottest sensation of my life, and I couldn't hold out for much longer. Pushing myself up, I leaned back, hands on my wife's hips as I fucked her mercilessly.

From my knees, I pounded into her like a piston, her body trembling as my body slammed into hers over and over again. I let one hand roam across her body, squeezing and mauling at one of her tits after the other as her body climaxed time and again.

And then, I was falling over the edge.

I came, rope after rope of hot, sticky cum splattering across my wife's inner walls. Her womb was coated in my essence, my spunk shooting like a fire hose deep inside of her.

As my cock pulsed and spasmed, Melanie's body clenched and responded, her muscles seizing up as her final orgasm matched mine. Her inner muscles gripped my cock tightly, milking the last drops of cum from my balls as I finally shuddered and collapsed, my body on top of hers.

We both breathed, my breath swift and erratic and hers, somehow, still slow, deep and even. After a second, gulping in air like I had just run a marathon, I rolled off and onto my back on top of the sheets. I lay there with my eyes closed for just a moment before opening them up again.

I glanced sideways and saw that Melanie's blank, thoughtless gaze was staring off into the distance.

Fuck. Me... I thought, another tidal wave of desire hitting me and beginning to inflate my insatiable cock. "I am going to fuck you so hard tonight..." I murmured, loving the mindless, obedient expression on my wife's face.

"Yes, please, Master..."