The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Emily’s New Neighbor

By The Pen Is Mightier

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, gently waking Emily from her peaceful slumber. She yawned, stretching out her slowly awakening body. Emily turned to her left, ready to wake her husband up with a stream of kisses, only to find that he wasn’t beside her. With a contented smile, she slipped out of bed and padded out into the hallway to find him.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, drawing Emily to its source. She found Scott already there, dressed in a crisp shirt and tie, looking handsome as ever as he sat at the table finishing a piece of toast. Scott’s eyes met Emily’s, and the couple gave each other the adorable sort of smile that can only come from newlyweds.

“Well, good morning, Mrs. Davis,” Scott charmed, making Emily giggle. He rose from the table and met his bride in a tender embrace.

Emily gave her husband a soft peck on the lips. “Mhhh. Good morning, Mr. Davis.”

“That’s all I get?” Scott Joked.

“Who said I was finished?” Emily grinned before pressing her lips back into his for a deep, ionate kiss. She closed her eyes, enjoying the brief moment of intimacy.

After separating from their embrace, Emily busied herself with preparing breakfast while she and Scott shared plans for the day. Scott was excited to get back to work for the first time since their honeymoon, while Emily was thrilled to have a whole day to start getting their new home put together. As breathtaking as the wedding had been, and as steamy as the honeymoon was, there was something Emily found comforting about finally starting to settle into her new life.

A few minutes later, Scott was brushing his teeth while Emily hummed a tune in the shower. Life was pretty great, Emily thought to herself as she scrubbed her body. A moment later she turned off the water and reached through the curtain, snatching up her towel to dry herself off.

“What, no show?” Scott laughed as Emily emerged from behind the curtain, wrapped in the towel. “Or are you saving that for one of your boyfriends?”

Emily giggled, rolling her eyes and giving Scott a playful shove. “Dork. Look at this,” she said, showing off her wedding ring. “That means I’ve only got eyes for one man, and he’s the only one who gets to see any of this,” she added, unwrapping her towel and shaking her tits in his face. “Now, get that sexy ass of yours to work, and maybe tonight we can put this body to work checking a few items off our ‘sex in every room of the new house’ list.”

“I can’t wait,” Scott grinned, leaning in to give his wife another loving kiss.

After their goodbyes, Scott left for work, and Emily made her way back to the bedroom to look for something to wear. She dug through a moving box marked “Em’s clothes” in search of a good outfit for all the organizing and unpacking she had planned for the day. She settled on a cute pale green top with a lacy frill, along with a pair of super comfy denim cutoff shorts. Since she wasn’t going out or really planning on seeing anyone, Emily decided to forego a bra or panties.

Checking herself out in the mirror temporarily propped up against the bedroom wall, Emily smiled and blew a kiss. “Lookin’ good,” she declared. The outfit was a touch sexier than what she’d usually wear just to sort through boxes, but for some reason she felt like it would be perfect for the day’s activities.

Soon, Emily found herself in the living room, sifting through the endless sea of moving boxes. She had barely finished setting out a few candles from the first box when a loud knock at the front door startled her. Emily hadn’t been expecting anyone, and they were brand new to the neighborhood, so she walked cautiously up to the entry and peeked through the glass beside it.

On the other side of the door, a man wearing a dark t-shirt and jeans stood waiting. He looked to be a bit older than Emily, with somewhat graying hair. While he wasn’t much in the looks department, the stubble on his face surrounded a smile that Emily could only describe as charming. It was a lovely neighborhood, and the man looked harmless enough, so Emily decided to open up the door and see who he was.

“Hello,” she greeted the stranger as her door swung open. “Can I help you?”

“Matt Rhinestead,” the man smiled as he extended his hand toward Emily. “I’m your neighbor from a few doors that way,” he added, gesturing his head to the left. “I saw the car pull up in your driveway for the first time last night, and I figured I’d come by and introduce myself.”

“Oh, well, hi Mr. Rhinestead,” she replied, smiling and extending her hand to shake his. I’m Emily Davis. So delightful to meet you.”

“Please, Emily, just call me Matt,” he said with an undeniable charm. “Say, don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Emily furrowed her brow as she cocked her head to the side. “Um, I don’t think so.”

Matt smiled. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Slut protocol 34-D.”

The moment Matt’s final words escaped his lips, Emily’s knees went wobbly, and a sense of lightheadedness flooded her mind. She grabbed onto the doorjamb to steady herself, and Matt took the opportunity to step past her into the living room. As the moment of grogginess faded, Emily shook her head and spun around to confront the man who had just entered her home.

Emily came to a complete halt as soon as her gaze met his. For the first time, she realized something: he was absolutely gorgeous. How had she missed it before? Everything about Matt screamed ‘sex appeal,’ from the bottom of his sneakers to the top of his graying hair. Try as she might, Emily couldn’t name one man on Earth who was sexier than the man standing before her. Even Scott, whom she had always considered extremely sexy, was nothing in comparison to Matt’s godlike beauty.

Emily sputtered, “I, um, uh, you,” as her mind was consumed by lustful thoughts. A few moments ago, Emily’s only desire was for her husband. She had been the very epitome of faithfulness. Now, every fiber of her being was turning against that faithfulness, screaming at her to take this man to her bedroom and beg him to use her in every way imaginable.

“Yes, my dear?” Matt inquired, his sly smile kindling a fire deep within Emily, draining her of every last ounce of willpower. “Was there something you wanted to say?”

Emily swallowed hard. “I’m, uh. I’m married,” she said, barely above a whisper. “I, um, don’t want—I mean, I do, but I—I mean, I think you should leave,” she finally got out. Her thoughts were as jumbled as her words. She wanted this man more than any man in the known universe and beyond. Still, she knew how wrong it would be to betray her husband.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Matt grinned. “Why don’t you shut that door, come over here, and spend a little time in the arms of a real man?”

Emily nearly swooned at his suggestion. Just the thought of Matt embracing her was enough to send shivers down her spine. She glanced out the open door. All she needed to do was run, she thought. She could get out, get away from this man that was turning her on in ways she didn’t even comprehend. She could preserve her faithfulness to Scott. She just had to get out that door.

Even as the voice in her head kept encouraging her to flee, Emily found her hand gently pushing the door closed. Inch by inch, her hopes of escape slipped from view until the door finally clicked shut. Eyes wide and breathing heavy, she found herself staring at the closed door, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. What was she doing? Was she really going to give herself to this stranger? How could someone be so beautiful that she couldn’t resist his charm?

Turning slowly to face Matt again, her eyes fell back on his form, and her breath caught in her throat. ‘Wow,’ she thought to herself as she looked the older man over, his arms outstretched towards her.

Emily’s body yearned to jump into his strong, sexy arms. She felt as though she needed his embrace as strongly as she needed her next breath. Her thoughts kept turning back to Scott, but she found it harder and harder to justify her faithfulness. More than that, though—she was finding it more and more difficult to justify her love for her husband. As she looked over the perfect male specimen before her, she found herself questioning what she’d ever seen in Scott. Sure, Scott had attractive qualities, but there was no comparison to Matt.

She slowly stepped forward with her left leg. Then her right. Each step carried her closer and closer to the man standing in the middle of her box-filled living room. With each slow, methodical step, Emily felt her love for Scott slipping further and further away. As she drew nearer to Matt, the concept of being faithful to the man she’d married barely two weeks ago became more and more foreign to her. As the newlywed stepped into Matt’s embrace, his arms wrapped around her, and any remaining feelings for her husband faded into oblivion.

“Mhhhh,” Emily purred as she closed her eyes and smiled. “I like this.”

“I thought you would,” Matt purred, kissing her on the cheek, causing her smile to widen. “Tell me what you want, Emily.”

“You,” she replied breathlessly.

“But you’re married,” Matt replied playfully as he grinned, squeezing her ass.

“Fuck that loser,” Emily moaned as he kissed her again on the neck. “Oh god, I need you so bad.”

Without a word, Matt brought his lips to Emily’s, pressing them together in a deep, ionate kiss. As her lips parted and his tongue entered her mouth, Emily let out a joyful sigh. This was so right.

While their tongues danced, Emily felt Matt’s hands tugging on her shirt. Emily raised her hands, allowing Matt to pull her shirt up and over, only briefly interrupting their kiss as the fabric ed between them. Matt’s hands immediately found Emily’s breasts, caressing and kneading them as they kissed, sending tingles throughout her body. She moaned into his mouth, loving every last sensation.

As their makeout session intensified, Emily grabbed at Matt’s shirt, ripping it off him. Almost immediately after, their lips pressed back together, and Matt’s hands found the younger woman’s generous tits. Emily let out a moan into Matt’s mouth as he fondled her, absolutely lost in the sensations. Moments later, Matt was unbuttoning her shorts, sending them to the ground. His left hand snaked its way between Emily’s legs, sliding a finger along her wetness and making her groan in pleasure.

Unable to hold back any longer, Emily pulled back from the kiss, giving Matt a mischievous smile as she slowly slipped down to her knees. Never breaking eye , the young wife’s fingers expertly unbuttoned Matt’s jeans and slid them down to the floor. Hooking her thumbs around the waistband of his boxers, Emily tugged them lower and lower, revealing inch after inch of Matt’s erection. When it finally sprang free, Emily let the boxers fall to the floor and moved her lips closer and closer to his cock until they were just barely resting on the tip.

As her lips slowly engulfed his manhood, somewhere in the back of her mind, Emily could recall complaining to Scott that she didn’t like giving blowjobs. The idea seemed so foreign with Matt. How could she not love servicing his perfect member? Drawing him slowly into her mouth, Emily let out a ionate groan as she felt his cock twitch. She gently pulled back, allowing her tongue to dance along his shaft, and then withdrew until her tongue was massaging his cockhead.

Emily began bobbing on his cock, delighted to use her mouth to bring him pleasure, and Matt let out a satisfied grunt. She gradually picked up the pace, and before long Emily was doing her best to ram him down her throat. Between the wet gagging noises and grunts, Emily kept at it, bobbing her head on her lover as fast as she could. Matt grabbed a handful of her long red hair, using it to pump her harder and faster.

Finally, Matt couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, “here it comes!”

Matt held Emily’s face down on his cock, gagging her as loads of his seed shot down her throat. Emily did her best to swallow it all, only letting a little escape from her lips as she greedily slurped and swallowed his seed.

Sliding off his cock with a wet pop, Emily smiled up at Matt as she scooped the last of his cum into her mouth. “Yummy,” she purred, eliciting a smile from Matt. “What’s next?”

“Next,” Matt began, retrieving his phone from the jeans lying on the floor. Your name will be added to my completed list and your photo sent to all my clients. I know for a fact that a few of them will go gaga over a big-titted newlywed. Then when that’s done, I’m going to follow you to your bedroom, and we’re going to fuck. After all, there’s no sense putting the goods on the market if I haven’t given them a proper test drive. Does that sound like a plan?”

Emily rose to her feet, a look of confusion on her face. “Completed list? Clients? What are you talking about?”

Matt’s eyes remained glued to his phone as he tapped his on-screen keyboard. “I’m glad you asked. One of my favorite parts of these tests is pulling the curtain back for a moment, so you can see exactly what’s happened. Awareness protocol three.”

Emily felt the words as if they were a wall, bringing a flood of memories back into her mind. “Oh my god,” she uttered. “I do you.”

It was the day after the soon-to-be-married couple closed on the house. The lease had ended at Emily’s apartment, so they agreed that she’d move into the house early. A few minutes after Scott and his roommates drove off, there was a knock at the door. It was Matt. He used some sort of flashing light on her, and the next thing she knew, she was on her bed, naked and playing with herself as Matt gave her instructions. The routine continued daily for the week leading up to the wedding. Matt came in, flashed her with his light, and spent the next several hours programming her with instructions as she brought herself to orgasm over and over again.

Emily’s jaw dropped as she stared at the older man. This was all his doing. He’d done something to her. Something to make her obsessed with whoever knew the code words he’d programmed into her. Emily’s mind was still reeling when the older man finished typing on his phone, setting it on a pile of moving boxes.

“Of course,” Matt began, “I can’t let you go on ing all those juicy little tidbits forever. By the time I leave here today, all you’ll is that you spent a busy day rifling through boxes. You won’t even know anyone was here with you today. In every aspect, you will revert to your previous role as a perfect, faithful, and boring housewife. Slut protocol 36-C.”

Emily gasped. The memories were tearing away almost as quickly as they had returned to her. She tried to hold onto them, but try as she might, they continued their retreat from her consciousness. Before long, she found herself gazing into Matt’s eyes, smiling as a mild sense of confusion slowly melted into deep adoration.

“So, as I was saying,” Matt charmed, “how about we go back to your bedroom and fuck like animals?”

Emily’s smile grew as she turned to lead the way. “I can’t wait.”

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