Night Class
By Hypnofur
“It’s weird, right?” Kristin said to me as I came out of the bathroom. It was clear she wanted to discuss it all. I did not.
“Yeah” I answered quietly, hoping she’d get the hint.
“The first time I went under, I thought—there is no way this could actually work on me. I could tell you were thinking the same thing.” She said.
“I was”, I itted. I wished it was like 10pm and not 7:45 and that I could just say I was tired and going to bed to avoid this conversation.
“It is also nice though, and feels really good, right?” She added.
“Yeah”, I itted again. I really didn’t want to talk about it. I was a bit embarrassed by it. I had never expected to be hypnotized by a dude at a cook out. But then again, I suppose I should be used to surprises by now.
The last eighteen years have been all about surprises. I was surprised at the frat party when Kristin, clearly the prettiest girl there, was making eyes at me, a lanky freshman dope.
I was surprised a year later when she told me she was pregnant. Frankly, I’ve been surprised that two kids like us, with an (almost) teen pregnancy story (she was 20 at the time) made it work. I was also surprised at how sad she was when our son went to college in September.
I guess I was pleasantly surprised when she said she had decided to go back to school at night to finish her degree. She had dropped out when she got pregnant. I graduated, got a good job, and ed us well. She done well career wise in her own right, despite the lack of a degree. She got a job at a real estate company that has really taken off. She had her own successful career, but not finishing college had never sat right with her, so she decided one day at lunch that instead of sitting in her car crying about how much she missed our son, she’d for night classes. I loved the idea. It gave her something more constructive to focus on. However, this was late in September, so there were not many class choices available. She had been a psych major. She planned to stick with that, as she had the most credits in that area. The only class related to her major with an opening was “Intro to Hypnosis” with Dr. Jerry Roconowitz… aka “Dr. Jerry”.
She had been taking the class for about two weeks, and raving about it. She said the whole class got along great, and that Dr. Jerry was amazing. I was glad that she was happy, and I figured if this could keep her distracted until we were closer to Thanksgiving when my son would be home, it was a total win. I was less enthused when I heard that Dr. Jerry was having a little get together for the class on a Saturday afternoon. I hated stuff like that, but again, over all this was good for her.
So, we went to the cook out get together. I immediately noticed Kristin was the youngest, and definitely the most attractive woman. Most attractive by a longshot actually. I’ll it, she was such a fan of Dr. Jerry, that I was quite glad to see that he was a fair amount older than us, and not very attractive (certainly not in shape). She had been right though, everyone in the class was really nice. We were actually having a good time at the party.
Of course the subject of hypnosis came up, and Dr. Jerry was pressured for a “demonstration for the spouses”. It reminded me of when someone at a party would beg like Harry Connick Jr or something to sing, and he’d say “no no”, at first, but then after some very light arm twisting, he’d bust into a four song mini concert that seemed planned all along. I suppose that’s why after some light prodding, Dr. Jerry relented and agreed to do it. Within like 30 seconds, a member of the class had grabbed folding chairs from around the corner. I found it a little “convenient” that there were exactly the right number of folding chairs for the number of spouses at the party.
I really didn’t want to participate, but I didn’t see a way of getting out of it without looking like an asshole. So, I figured I would just sit through it and then politely apologize when it didn’t work. Dr. Jerry stood in front of us and asked us to relax, like completely relax. That was the first deal breaker for me. I can’t relax… my brain is always running. Kristin knows this about me. Dr. Jerry didn’t of course, so he kept doing his thing. At first I was quite confident it wasn’t working, but then he had us do this thing where he had us shut our eyes, but then look up. I guess like kind of rolling our eyes up as our eyelids were closed. So it was like we were looking at this ceiling, just with our eyes closed and not moving our heads. And then, he tells us “you’re falling into a deep sleep”.
I thinking, ‘no I’m fucking not, I’m just looking at the ceiling’. At that point I was thinking this was all total bullshit and I’d be able to bow out of the demonstration soon. But then his voice changed tone, as he was telling us different things. At one point, he told us to try to open our eyes as we are looking up. That’s when I realized ‘oh shit, I can’t open my eyes’. I really couldn’t open my eyes. That was pretty unnerving. I don’t much after that. Kristin told me on the way home that we were likely under for like 45 minutes to an hour, but it felt like ten minutes.
I have to it though, it felt really good. I enjoy being hypnotized.
“It feels really good to be hypnotized” Kristin said, as if she had heard my thoughts. I nodded in agreement.
“Good”, she said in recognition of my nod. “Because Dr. Jerry wants us to start practicing at home, and he wants our spouses to us.”
“So what, you are going to hypnotize me?” I asked.
“Well, maybe eventually, but right now, we are learning by experiencing different stages of trance ourselves. So, he has made us files to listen to at night before bed and stuff.”
“Ok, whatever” I agreed. Again, I was glad she had something to focus on outside of her sadness. If I had to participate a little bit to help that a long, it wasn’t the end of the world. Besides, I enjoy being hypnotized.
“You looked cute when you were under, by the way” she added with a little glint in her eye. I knew that glint. We made love. At 8pm. With the bedroom door open. Being an empty nester did have its privileges.
So, for the next few nights, Kristin played a Dr. Jerry file when we got into bed. We’d get settled in, and she’d play a file off one of our portable speakers that she had put on the night stand. I’ll it, I would only get a few words in, and then I’d be conked out. However, I enjoy being hypnotized, so it was ok with me. Things were going pretty good. Work was good for both of us, Kristin was enjoying her class, and I was glad I could help her with her homework each night.
She told me she had to write a report for homework before her next class. She asked me some questions about the files, etc. I felt bad, because I couldn’t answer much as I really didn’t much. I was conking out too early. I did hit the gym early every morning, so by the time bed time rolled around, I was pretty beat. Add in a little hypno mumbo jumbo, and I fell asleep. I felt bad that I couldn’t have been more help in her report.
However, when she got back from that class, she said that Dr. Jerry was happy with her findings, and we had made it to second level files. I didn’t know what that meant, but it didn’t really matter. She did say that we were now going to listen to different files at night. We’d play files he sent us from our phones with headphones on. No more playing it from the speaker. That seemed odd to me, but I was still happy to help with her homework, and I enjoy being hypnotized… so, whatever.
That’s how things went for the next week until the next class. When she returned for the next session, she said that Dr. Jerry had told the class that he’d like them to do more for him. At first, that struck me as odd, but I guess the more I thought about it, it made sense. Kristin said that different people in the class were sort of assigned different tasks. This lady Sandra was an amazing cook, so she was going to make him some meals. Another guy was going to start helping him with his taxes, etc. I asked Kristin what task she got. She’s a real estate professional, but that only comes in handy if he was thinking of moving.
“I’m going to drive him to and from class” she said, happily, as if she had gotten a good role in the school play.
“Oh, cool” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“Also”, she added, “we’ve both been kicked up to level 3 hypnosis files”
I actually pretty happy to hear that. I enjoy being hypnotized. We started the level 3 files that night. After the next week’s class, I could tell she was frazzled when she came in the door.
I asked her what the problem was and she told me that as she dropped Dr. Jerry off, she suddenly had an urge to kiss him. She said she was shocked by her own intent and before she could really process what was happening, they were French kissing. She eventually came to her senses and pushed him away.
He had said he was very sorry, but he asked why she did that. She couldn’t explain why. He told her not to stress over it, and it happens all the time in the continuing education field.
Kristin apologized to me, swearing this was the first time since we met in college that she ever, ever had done or even thought of anything like that.
I didn’t know how to respond.
“Did the kiss make you horny?” I suddenly asked. I was surprised to hear myself say that.
‘No, well, a bit I suppose, I was just so shocked at myself. Are you mad at me?’
I could feel my cock hardening at the thought of her driving him home. The thought of her being of service to him. I told her I wasn’t mad and started to kiss her. Before long I had released her breasts from her sweater, pulled her panties down and was plowing into her from behind as she was bent over the side of the sofa. Again, we could get away with this kind of thing now that we were empty nesters.
It didn’t take long and within a couple of minutes she was moaning as her orgasm hit her, just before I filled her pussy with my cum.
‘Wow, what was that?’ she said. ‘That really got you going, thinking of me kissing Dr. Jerry.” She stated as she looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and surmised the source of my arousal. I mean, I suppose how could she not?
“I guess so?”,’ I asked her… or myself, “It seems like it affected you as well. I’ve never known you to cum so quickly.” I said as she blushed.
The rest of the night was awkward. However, later, after we had both been in bed for a while, things re-started up. As I was fucking her once again, I said to her, ‘Imagine it’s Dr. Jerry ramming his cock into you now, wanting to fill you up with his cum. You get to please him.”
I couldn’t believe I said that, but I did. Playing along, she said ‘yes Dr. Jerry, hypnotize me and fuck me hard, make me cum. Please let me be of service to you!’
As she sensed I was close, she said ‘I want your cum deep inside me. Fill me up so I can go home to Eddie with a pussy full of your cum.” she said. By the way, I’m Eddie.
With that image clearly in my mind, I immediately started to cum inside her for the second time that day. I haven’t done something like that twice in a night since I was in high school.
Things calmed down over the next week. We actually didn’t ever talk about it. After sex that night, we just each played our files and went to sleep. The next morning we just spoke about other things. It was weird, but it also wasn’t. We’d go through our day like normal, watch TV at night, then play our files before bed.
At least that’s how it was on the surface. I’d think about the sexy stuff during the day, for sure. I was horny all the time. It really hit a crescendo when it was time for her night class again and she left to go to it. All the time she was out, my mind was racing. Would he kiss her again? Feel her tits, her pussy? What if she went even further and actually came home with a pussy full of his cum?
I was constantly on edge and felt a little anxious. My emotions were all over the place but the only constant was a heightened state of arousal keeping my cock hard for almost all the time she was out.
When she returned home she again looked flustered, but had a wide embarrassed smile on her face.
‘Tell me,’ I said. Even though we hadn’t discussed this over the week, it was like we both knew that this was open for discussion now.
“Well, first of all, he hypnotized us all sooo deeply during class. It was wonderful”, she gushed. I actually found myself jealous of that. “When he woke us, class was almost over. I knew I was driving him home, and all I could think about all was what I was going to do when we stopped outside his house. I felt like a teenager again and was so nervous.
As we pulled up, he asked if I enjoyed the class tonight, and the deep hypnotic trance he put us in. I said that I had, and I think I blushed while doing so. He started sort of… boasting about the power he had over us—the class I mean. I don’t know why, but hearing him say that made me kind of… like, excited. I’m so sorry Eddie, but he stared into my eyes and told me that I was under his power and leant over to kiss me. I’m so sorry, but I kissed him back and it was my tongue making its way into his mouth first. I felt so submsissive and aroused and after a minute or so of very hot kissing, he put his hand on my right breast and started to gently rub and squeeze it through my shirt.
As we continued to kiss, he pulled up my bra and put his hand on my bare breast. He then started to roll my nipples between his index finger and thumb, before he brought his mouth down onto my nipple and started to nibble and suck on it. It felt so good and I felt so very very naughty letting him do this to me right there in his car in the middle of the street…. But also, it wouldn’t have mattered if I saw someone watching. I was so submissive to him, I would have only stopped at his command.
I then dropped my hand down onto his crotch and soon felt the outline of his hardening cock. As I rubbed my hand across it, I felt it starting to grow further and he broke the kiss and looked me directly in the eyes and said ‘I am moving you to level 6 files.”
My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe my wife was just telling me about this sexual encounter that she had on the street in front of her professor’s house. Again, it was the first man other than me that she had kissed in almost twenty years. Why wasn’t I more upset? Why was I turned on by this?.
She glanced down and saw my hard cock straining against my jeans. “I’m sorry babe, I know you are ready to go, but I really want to try that level 6 file. Raincheck? Oh, and Dr. Jerry wants you to do your level 6 file tonight too.” She told me before walking to the bedroom.
I was indeed disappointed, but my body just seemed to respond to the implied command that I was to go listen to the level 6 file. I was out like a light within a few minutes. The next week was filled with sexy thoughts that I kept private. I really didn’t discuss them with Kristin.
That all changed when she came down stairs a few minutes before the next class. I had been putzing around, doing something, but when I saw her, I stopped dead in my tracks. She was dressed in what looked to be maybe a ‘slutty chauffer’ outfit? It was tightfitting black with gold buttons and a very short skirt. She wore a chauffer’s hat that had been embroidered with the words “Dr. Jerry’s”. That’s it, just the possessive of Dr. Jerry. Thigh high black leather boots completed the outfit. My mouth must have just hung open as I saw her. “What is that?” I asked.
“Oh, we’re all doing a thing where we are wearing like the outfits of what we do for Dr. Jerry. So like, Dan is wearing a three piece suit like a tax man. Sandra is wearing a chef’s outfit, I’m wearing this. It’s just like a fun, class spirit thing. It’s to make Dr. Jerry happy.” She said.
I liked that they were doing something to make him happy, so I didn’t put up a fuss. It was crazy to me that my conservative wife was going to leave the house in an outfit like that though. Seeing her in it made my dick very hard. “Can you let me know how class goes?” I asked.
She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a smile, and she said that she definitely would.
About 45 minutes later, I got a picture. It was from inside the class room. It was all the people in the class, dressed in their outfits as Kristin had described. They were all standing around him. His chef, his tax man, a construction worker, a police officer, and Kristin, his chauffer. She was sitting on his lap in the picture with her arm around him. Underneath, she texted the caption… “Team Dr. Jerry”.
I didn’t hear from her again for about two hours. Then I got a text that she was driving him home. t wasn’t too long after that, that I received several pictures. My heart rate sped up instantly. I was getting excited. The next couple pictures were different. It was my wife holding the camera taking a selfie. Her slutty chauffer outfit top was unbuttoned, but instead of her breasts being exposed, there was a guy’s hands reaching around her holding her breasts. All I could see of her face was her smile. I assumed the hands belonged to Dr. Jerry. That was confirmed when I was sent a couple more pictures like that of him with his hands on her boobs. Then there was a couple of him with his hand up her dress and clearly gripping her ass.
Then there was a message from her, “Dr. Jerry is hungry”
I replied, “Take care of him.” That’s all I said, even though I didn’t know if that meant he was hungry for dinner or sex. I was getting these pictures, but I couldn’t think of any other than his needs. I was so horny too. It was crazy.
A little while later I got a kissy face and a message saying they were at dinner. Then a picture of her lap with his hand on her leg. Next one was his hand on her leg still but under her dress this time. I made a comment about supposed to be eating dinner. She said they were waiting for their food to arrive. This was followed by another picture, his hand even further up her dress. I could see my wife’s legs were spread just a little further apart and his hand was clearly up far enough to be playing with her. All I could do was send a hot and bothered face.
“I’m so sorry Eddie, but I just want to make sure he is pleased” my wife texted me.
I responded, “It’s very important that you do.” Well, my fingers did. It was almost like I typed that automatically. She sent me a smiley face with an ok. Some time went by without getting anything. Which would make sense if they got their food. But every minute seemed like it was taking forever. My thoughts going crazy with whatever she could be doing to serve Dr. Jerry. I must have been checking my phone every 10 seconds.
About an hour went by without getting anything else. Then I got a picture. It was my wife. She took a selfie. Her hair was all disheveled and a mess beneath the chauffer’s hat that now sat crooked on her head. Her face had a glisten to it, her cheeks rosy and she had a huge smile on her face. Her costume was hanging off her shoulder. It looked like she had not bothered to put her bra back on. She said she was heading home but was going to send me everything first.
My phone immediately started buzzing with the pictures and videos being received. It started with her holding his cock. I could tell they were sitting in the front seats of her car. There was a couple short videos of her playing with him, stroking him. I could hear him groaning as she played with him and hear her tell him he was “such a powerful hypnotist”. There were pictures of him with his hands on her breasts. A video of him playing with her boobs and nipples. Another of him clearly fingering her under her chauffer costume and her moaning as he did.
There were more videos of her stroking him. This time I could see her face, I could see her staring at his cock as she played with it. She was biting her lip as she did. So it was no surprise that the next video was her head bobbing up and down in his lap. I could hear her moaning around him, watching her go up and down on him. She came up, her mouth hovering over his cock as she stroked him. She looked up at him, “how can I serve you?” she said it so directly. I could see in her face she wanted him sexually. She looked so amazing. “It’s time for me to take what is mine.” he responded with a grumble.
The last video started with her messing with the phone, clearly trying to get it stay where she wanted it. Once it stopped moving and as she backed away, it was clear that they had moved to the back seat. The phone was set up on the center console facing the back. My wife’s chauffer costume was pulled down, no bra, boobs out. He reached up and around her, getting a hand on each breast and pulling her back into him. She landed on his lap and began grinding into him with her ass. She pulled the skirt part up so it was not in the way.
I could tell his pants were off and she was grinding on his cock. “Does this please you Master Jerry?” she asked him while staring into the phone. “Yes!” was the immediate response. She smiled and rose up a little. I watched as she reached down between her legs with one hand and bunching up her dress with the other
I could see on her face as she was getting his cock lined up with her wet pussy. I knew she found the right spot as she began to gasp and lower herself down slowly. “Oh fuck!” she let out. “Mmmmm” as her eyes closed and she bit her lip again.
Keeping her eyes closed, she grabbed the tops of the front seats, her mouth opening and letting out a squeal as she began to rise up and down on him. His hands were gripping her sides helping her rise up and down on him. Her chauffer’s skirt came up enough I could see between her legs, his cock in my wife’s pussy. Her breathing became heavy and labored as she rose up and down on him. Her hands gripping the seats like she was going to tear them. Her squeals and moans echoed in the car. Her breasts began to bounce as she quickened her pace. “Yes, yes, yes” with each thrust into her.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down into him at the same time he thrust his hips up into her, clearly penetrating her deep with his cock. My wife let out a scream,“fuck!” Her eyes opened wide and she gave a grunt gripping the seats. She reached back pushing him down. She then quickly spun around to face him. She climbed on top of him straddling him. She again lowered herself down onto him, I watched as his cock spread her pussy, entering into her. My wife’s head arched back and she moaned sitting down onto him.
She brought her head down beside his. I heard her whisper to him, “fuck me, fuck me please Master Jerry!” Her voice pleading to him. His hands on her hips, she began ri and down on him. Each time she came down on him, a gasp escaping her. Her head and back arching backwards as he thrust up into her. Her moans and breathing getting louder and louder. I watch her as she rocked her hips into him, watched as she pressed herself down onto him, taking him as deep as she could.
Their pace quickened. My wife’s moans and gasps got louder. Listening to her cry out while fucking Dr. Jerry was the hottest thing I had ever seen for some reason I couldn’t explain. My cock was ready to explode watching my wife mounted on our hypnotist. Then Kristin screamed out, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming on your hypnotic cock!” She threw her head back and moaned. I watched as he grabbed her hips and pressed deep inside her. My wife moaned again, “Oh, I feel it. I feel your cum.” My wife pressed herself hard down onto him, gripping the seats behind him.
“Thank you, thank you Master Jerry.” My wife said as she slowly rose up off of him. She sat up for a second, playing with her chauffer costume. I could hear him saying something to her, but I couldn’t make out what it was. Then Kristin sat up quickly. She spun around and looked at the phone. Immediately a huge grin forming as she leaned toward the phone. She reached toward it and the video ended.
She had sent these to me as she was on her way home. I had gotten so engrossed in them, I hadn’t even heard her come in. I was stroking my own dick when she cleared her throat.
“Good news” she said. “You’ve been promoted to Level 7 Files…. And I’ve been promoted to Master Jerry’s live in maid…”