The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I met Liz Homes a few years ago when she was just 22 and I was beginning to see thirty approaching. We met when my company, Evans Engineering, was offering some local grade schools ‘at cost’ help with their networking and other tech needs. The sweet, cute, warm, young third-grade teacher caught my eye and I asked her out after a few meetings. Liz looked so young that she was carded when we ordered drinks for dinner, something that still happens and usually makes her smile. The date went well, and we got married a couple years later. Liz kept her maiden name since it was what ‘her kids’ were used to. Several of our friends had done something like that so it was not a big deal to me.

She is not and never was my ideal woman as far as looks go. She is petite at about 5′ 4″, slender without much of a figure (great legs, though!), and she not very sexual. We could go months, especially lately, without much physical intimacy and she almost never initiated it. She also did not want anything ‘kinkier’ than her on top, not even oral. Sometimes she was in a cuddly mood, but most of the time I just got a couple daily kisses and that was it. But, you love and marry a person for the complete package—not just the bedroom. Besides, I was not much myself—pretty large and dumpy for the first several years of our marriage.

Her personality has remained warm and sweet, but she also had a streak of stubbornness. We could not discuss something like meal planning or where to go on vacation until she was ready. Common refrains were ‘she had other things on her mind’, or ‘she could only work on one thing at a time’ (and a school thing almost always trumped a home thing). Again, not a big deal, just another minor frustration in life.

I owned and ran the aforementioned electrical engineering firm which made enough that money was rarely an issue. We had a nice chunk in savings and investments, a nice house, nice cars, and so on. I enjoyed a handful of hobbies and had a small circle of my own friends. I’ve even been hitting the local gym hard in the last few years with decent results. I was pretty damn content overall, letting on-line sites serve as a replacement when I wanted sex and she did not (in other words, most of the time.)

Things went along pretty much as they do for everyone—OK with a few bumpy patches. Thanks to the economy, our careers did not advance the way we sort of hoped they would. We apparently couldn’t have kids. We lost touch with family as they moved or, sadly, passed away (divorces on both sides helped further fragment the families).

One bright note was that Liz’s younger step-sister, related by marriage, decided to move back to our state after having lived along the southeast coast with relatives for most of Liz’s life. It was easy to forget that Ashley even existed—the two had not met face to face in over a decade, and she almost never wrote or called outside of a short Christmas letter. Liz invited her to visit after yet another relative passed. I’m sure she felt a need to reconnect with what little family she had left.

We were at the airport and Liz felt foolish holding up a sign with ‘Ashley Holmes’ on it, but we did not have a clue what she looked like now. Liz was so cute, searching the crowd for her long-lost little step-sister, holding the sign toward several women.

My own attention was caught by a tall voluptuous woman sashaying down the ramp in a fashionable outfit glued to her considerable curves. She had blonde hair that cascaded past a model’s face with big dramatic eyes and mouth, then bounced along on top of her mile-long cleavage. The somewhat stressed top was tucked into snug dark slacks that caressed every glorious curve as her wide hips flicked side-to-side coming down the ramp, large breasts bouncing in counterpoint. Her looks made her stand dramatically apart from the rest of the horde in the concourse.

Her eyes caught mine and she smiled. I was getting hard and could not look away. Her eyes flicked to Liz and her smile shifted somehow and she shook her head just a tiny bit. She passed a few feet from me and I caught a whiff of her intoxicating fragrance, barely restraining a deep sigh as I resumed scanning for Ashley.

The scent tickled my nose again as I felt a warmth behind me, then an arm reaching between us to tap Liz on the shoulder. “Hi, sis!” The tall vision spoke in a warm, accented voice that sent tingles down my back as she gathered her smaller, and suddenly very childish-looking, older sister in a big hug. Liz’s head barely reached Ashley’s shoulders.

“Ashley!?! I did not recognize you at all!” From that instant, Liz fired a barrage of questions at her rediscovered sibling as we went over to gather her luggage. How was she, what had she been doing, where was she staying, and more came like machine gun fire as Ashley tried to keep up. We got her big pile of luggage and I wrestled it back to the car. We stopped for Thai on the way home, and were soon sitting around a demolished pile of take-out boxes with the sisters deep in conversation.

I mostly just sat back and stared, trying to be subtle about it. Ashley was somehow even more sexual now than when I first laid eyes on her. Glittering blue eyes, hints of big dark nipples through her silky top, a cat-like and incredibly sexy grace as she moved and lay askew on the couch... and the voice of a phone-sex operator that you paid extra to get a charming southern accent.

She was recounting tales of strings of boyfriends, working at dozens of jobs (with risque hints of rather ‘adult’ choices), staying with relatives up and down the coast, and adventures in several cities even as she oh’ed and aw’ed over what Liz told her we had been up to. They chatted well after I went to bed and dreamt rather naughty things about Ashley.

I woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls and coffee. Struggling upright, I hit the shower and took care of my morning business before heading to the breakfast nook. I was surprised to see Ashley sitting there with Liz—I had thought that they would go to Ashley’s hotel after I went to bed. Turns out they slept in the spare room so they would not bother me and could keep talking, making an impromptu slumber party out of it

Liz was in a typical flannel long nightgown with a robe over it, but Ashley was in one of my T-shirts and a pair of Liz’s way-too-tight running pants. She filled the shirt out so much that it did not cover her midsection, and since I could see both clearly raised nubs and the darker area under the stretched material I knew she was not wearing anything under it. The skin-tight shorts revealed an enticing camel’s toe and clearly showed a lack of panty lines.I was struck again by how much older and mature Ashley looked than Liz. My 28 year-old wife looked like a barely pubescent teen next to the taller, more voluptuous, more womanly 25 year-old step-sister.

I ate breakfast rather mechanically, desperately trying to ignore the sight of Ashley pendulous breasts or letting my mind wander to uncomfortable places as I took in her still delightful fragrance. I realized Liz was trying to talk to me. “Sorry, what?”

“I swear, you are so not a morning person.” She smiled. “I was asking what you would think about letting Ashley stay here for a while. We have the room, and she does not know anyone in town.” I stammered an agreement, not that it would make much of a difference, and drug myself away to get ready for work before I did or said anything stupid, or, more accurately, stupider.

The next couple of weeks went well enough. I was somehow becoming rather accustomed to the idea of having someone modeled after all of my wet dreams with seemingly no modesty living with us. It was perfectly normal for Ashley to wander around in skimpy tops without a bra or a nearly untied robe, or for her to be casual about closing her bedroom or even the bathroom door sometimes. Liz said it was ‘just part of her free Bohemian lifestyle’. Liz often sighed that she wished she could be so free and open about herself.

Ashley would occasionally manage to brush me with a heavy, warm breast, and loved to make innocent-seeming comments that were dripping with innuendo or double meanings. One of her favorite tricks was to drip something on the top of a mostly exposed expanse of creamy tit-flesh, then wipe it up with a long finger and slowly suck it off as I watched. It was exquisite torture watching her slender, crimson-tipped finger slide over the smooth resilient flesh. I spent more time than usual ‘catching up on work’ on the computer. I even ‘borrowed’ a pair of her used, deliciously fragrant silky panties or tiny thongs a few times, making sure they went straight back to the hamper.

Liz was gone for the night, having resumed her weekly gatherings with her teacher friends, and left something in the oven for Ashley and me for supper. Since it was a casual meal, I took mine into the living room to watch some TV. I did not really notice Ashley settling into the nearby chair until I caught her scent—the same intoxicating one she wore that first night. At first, she just sat and ate. When we were done, she took our plates out and came back, sitting next to me in the loveseat, swivelling her long legs onto my lap.

“So, Samuel. What is it like being married to the scrawny ice bitch?” I was startled by the question and started to sit up, but was held in place by her legs. Her using my full name actually turned me on a bit. Most people just called me Sam. I stammered something about not knowing what she was talking about.

“Oh, come on. She was such a prudish goody-goody two shoes growing up, and she seems to be exactly the same now. I’ll bet she was a virgin when you married, and from what I have seen, I also bet you don’t get a lot of sex from her.” I managed some sort of rebuttal.

“If that was the case, why do you spend so much time on the computer late at night, and why do I sometimes find my delicates have been... ahem... ‘disturbed’?” I went red and began to bluster. “Oh, it is perfectly OK with me if you borrow them once in a while. In fact, here.” She tossed me a small bundle—a pair of bright red lacy panties with a definite musk scent, and still warm. I fumbled with them and tried to hand them back. “Eh. If you don’t want them, go ahead and drop them in the hamper as you go by.

“But seriously, Sam. You are a good-looking man. Tall, well-built, good looking. Your time at the gym has really payed off for you. You’re not super rich but you are quite well-off, and seem intelligent enough... at least when I can get you to talk around me. Why are you with someone like her instead of someone like me?”

“Like you?” I did not—quite—stammer.

She wriggled her toes on my lap. “Someone who loves sex. Someone that would look good on your arm and be able to help you professionally. Someone who would fuck your brains out on a regular basis and send you to work with a fresh blowjob and a smile on your face. Someone, like ah said, like little ol’ me.” She was pouring on the honey-sweet drawl. God, that affected me!

I almost had to shake my head as I swatted her foot away. “I’m sorry if I am sending out the wrong signals, but I love Liz and wouldn’t do anything to harm her or our relationship.” Ashley smirked as she shifted position. Her top gaped open to reveal most of her creamy breasts. I watched them move as she breathed. Then she laughed and broke the spell. I had to excuse myself and go to the den to watch something innocent on TV to cool down.

For the next month, Ashley did what she could to get a rise out of me. She came in to use the bathroom when I showered, sent me innuendo-laden texts, she even sent me nearly X-rated selfies with innocent-sounding captions dripping with meaning, like the tit-shot that included nipple captioned ‘Support the fight against breast cancer. Breast Cancer Awareness Week! I was pretty sure it was her breast but I certainly could not prove it. I began to find her used panties ‘accidentally’ laying in the bathroom—sometimes even in places like my jacket pocket. Whenever she would pass by me, she always made an effort to make contact—usually with involving tit or ass. One night she started feeling my arm muscles and cooed to my wife “He is so strong. I bet you feel really safe with him around?” Even as she was doing this, her other hand was out of sight and slipped under my slacks to caress my ass. When I flinched rather badly, both women tittered about how shy and embarrassed I was.

One of the more evil things she would do is to leave a drop of her perfume... or sometimes a more personal scent... on my pillow.

And it was working. Oh, god was it working. She was about all I thought of when I stroked myself. Even when Liz and I had our rare sex, all I could think about was what it would be like with Ashley. I almost called out her name once. Just imaging what her breasts would feel like in my hands, her lips on mine, running my hands in her hair or along her hips; what her pussy would feel like... I could almost come without touching myself if I thought about it enough.

Even as things were heating up at home, things were happening at work. At Evans Engineering, we encourage ‘skunk works’— small groups of employees working on their own projects as long as the project helped the company or the community in some way. Some of our best stuff has come from this, even if a lot of the ‘projects’ were just thinly disguised ploys to build fighting robots.

One of my ‘go to’ guys, Ed, was excited over the results of a learning aid he was working on. It was basically tricked out 3D goggles, souped-up noise-cancelling headphones, wired-up gloves, some sensor pads, and a rather clunky-looking piece of customized software on a laptop. For the presentation, he brought in my receptionist, Tessa, and had her sit in a comfortable chair. He hooked her up to the equipment (“This will look better in a production version” he assured me), and brought up the app.

He explained what to do if she had a question or needed help, and how she could terminate everything with a word. When he was done explaining he told her “Hit ‘start’ whenever you are ready.” She flicked a finger, then for the next ten minutes, her fingers and head moved smoothly and steadily. Her body swayed a couple times, and her breathing sped up for a while, then calmed back down. Some of the cables must have been sensors as a display on the screen showed her pulse and other readings also speeding up then slowing down.

As she was moving almost randomly in her chair Ed explained that her brain was being assaulted with multiple types of input at different levels and intensities. Some of it was almost subliminal stuff, slipping in her eyes and ears when her attention was busy elsewhere, others were riding on frequencies that easily imprinted on the memory structures in the brain. He explained that a key feature of the program was basically distraction—keeping part of the brain focused on the hat while the magician messed with the hidden rabbit. By balancing multiple streams of data in this way, the brain accepts the new information easily and treats it as an absolute truth. Because he was that kind of guy, Ed also made sure I knew how much other members of his team helped, especially the one with the advanced psych degree.

When Tessa turned off the system, Ed slipped the tech off. “So, how was it?” he asked, smiling.

“That was definitely interesting. I choose the ‘Intro to Calculus’ module, failed the pre-test totally, and nearly aced the post test. The weird thing is... I don’t remember it actually teaching me anything, I was just playing an old video game most of the time. It was like the knowledge was already there and the test just unlocked it.” We spoke for a few more minutes and I asked her some calc questions of my own. She did indeed know the topic. Considering that math was one of her personal weaknesses, this was pretty amazing stuff. Then Ed dropped a small bombshell on me.

“We also found we can use the device to modify behaviors. Tanya used it to stop smoking, and Jim used to it help get himself back in shape.” When I asked how that was working, he told me that Tanya had not smoked or gained weight in over a month, and that Jim was losing about eight pounds a month and could already do some pull-ups! I admit to being intrigued by the mental image of the ‘much larger than I ever was’ Jim doing a pull-up. I was briefly ashamed of a quick frisson of pride that since I’ve been working out, I can do pull-ups and more pretty easily.

I thanked Ed for his presentation and did some paperwork for him and his team to get a ‘first round’ bonus (they would get more if we formally adopted the project, then would get a share of the profits if we sold it.) Then I settled in to read the supporting paperwork.

I cannot put my finger on when my motivations for reading it changed, but I began to fantasize about using it on Ashley and/or Liz. At first, I was thinking that I could use it to get Ashley off my back. A bit later it occurred to me that maybe I could use it to get Liz to act a little more sexual. I could give Ashley some modesty or inhibitions and relax the same in Liz. Hell, I could pretty much swap their attitudes in this sort of thing. I could even...

I sat up in my chair, a plan hatching nearly fully-formed in my mind. I would need to test different aspects of it... of course! Suddenly a plan for that came to me as well. I set aside several hours a day for the next week to research and develop the plan.

The next few weeks were busy. I did most of a day’s work in the morning, then used as much of the afternoon as I could to do experiments, usually using Tessa as the guinea pig. I was astounded at how easy and effective the system was. I quickly found I could use the device on her and get her to forget that I did, although it took a lot of trial and error to find the best way to phrase things so her brain naturally accepted it.

I changed her snack preferences towards fruit, and weaned her from coffee to water. She joined a gym, not missing a session, and it was ‘all her own idea’. By the end of this time she felt it was perfectly normal and appropriate to not only show me her shapely bared breasts, even asking me to play with them. I resisted taking this further with Tessa (she is cute but happily married) and looked forward to taking the system home. I also made sure to erase or hide everything related to the project after approving another round of bonuses for Ed and his team. I also sent him a note that the device would not be marketed until we could find a way to ensure its ethical use—the thought of other people having access to something like this terrified me.

When the big day arrived, Liz was out with the teachers again, and Ashley was trying to seduce me again. Last week, I fell asleep on the couch and woke to her petting my cock! This time I had a trap set up for her. I was using the device to watch an ‘interactive porn’ program I rigged up starring someone who looked a lot like her, When she came in the room and ‘caught me’, I maneuvered her into trying it out ‘so she would not tell Liz about it’.

She thought she was working through the set-up menu even as the actual programming had already started. The first core message was pretty straightforward. “I (Ashley) trust and respect Sam, and am happy to do as he asks. I will gladly use this device again whenever he asks me to. I also love and trust my sister and do not want to hurt her in any way. I want to be a good guest and sister, and help around the house.I will not remember learning this or notice that anything is changing” This message was drilled thousands of times into her open brain as she watched the porno. I monitored her readings and watched as they settled into the new normal for her.

“Thank you for sharing that with me, Sam,” She said as she put the stuff away, “but I think it would hurt Liz if either of us watched it any more, don’t you?” She was looking at my face as she said this, as if she really deeply cared what I thought about the statement. She audibly sighed with relief when I agreed. She gave me a quick and, for her, very chaste hug and went to her room.

For the next few days, Ashley was a wonderful sibling to Liz and guest to us. She cleaned with Liz, joked with me, and hustled to do anything I asked of her—all without the innuendo or displays of skin. At one point, Liz turned to me and asked what had gotten into Ashley—she was acting so differently. Liz was happy that her step-sister was happy, but it was quite a noticeable change. I could not have asked for a better opening gambit! I told Liz that Ashley was testing a new stress relief aid we came up with at work, that she was spending an hour a day with it. When Liz asked to see it, I had to carefully hide my smile.

Liz, of course, did not see the porno demo, but rather one full of sunny fields filled with butterflies she was supposed to play with. Her core message was the same— “I (Liz) trust and respect Sam, and am happy to do as he asks. I will gladly use this device again whenever he asks me to....” I set it up so she saw her about twice as often so the two would catch up with each other before starting Phase Two.

Over the next week, I added language in both scripts towards my ultimate goal, but that they would forget all of it until the appropriate time. Each couple of days saw a new lesson, and displayed a new behavior to show that they had integrated the information. As one example, my interactions with Liz changed from kisses on the lips to kisses on the cheek, then to pats on the head as she began to more and more to ‘Lizzie’.

Lizzie started to change clothes when she got home. Her new favorite casual clothes made her look even more like a teen girl. She initially justified it to me by saying that since she worked with kids, it was only appropriate to try to understand them, which is why she was wearing things like today’s short plaid skirt over cartoon panties, white blouse, striped stockings, and a ribbon in her hair. She was adorable! She was taking more and more of her dress cues from ads for young teens—bright colors, layered tops, fun accessories and the like.

As this phase matured, it was interesting to watch her seem to grow younger. She would eat breakfast in her cute Hello Kitty-patterned nighty and fluffy bunny slippers then change to her ‘grown up’ clothes for work. She would come home and shift from ‘pretending’ to be a twenty-eight year-old teacher back to being her ‘real’ age of just barely nineteen, albeit one that acts more like a sixteen year-old. When she was home, she did her chores, then her ‘homework’ (grading papers and the like)— usually while listening to the latest pop music on her pink headphones. It was so cute to watch her lay in bed, legs moving around behind her as she bounced to the music while she graded her papers. She was sharing the spare bedroom with her ‘older’ sister, and she had her side all brightly decorated with stuffed animals and boy band posters.

Ashley’s clothes and style did not shift nearly so much. She began to take even more care with her hair and makeup and always seemed ready to be photographed. She was learning how to cook and other domestic skills and had taken on the role of housekeeper for us. Her own side of their shared room was stylish—decorator colors, fresh flowers, and a Home and Garden’s photo shoot perfection. She also picked up a part-time job at a local boutique—her employee discount really helped with the changes both of their wardrobes were going through.

On a typical morning lately, I would come to breakfast to find Ashley in something like a sundress wearing faux pearls serving Lizzie breakfast as she wore her teen’s nightie or an over-sized T-shirt. I was often still finishing dressing when I would come in, and Ashley would help me with my tie, give me a big warm hug, then settle me in for my own breakfast. It was like something from a 60’s TV show.

At this stage they were living an only slightly modified version of reality. In their own minds, they were loving step-sisters who were raised by different sets of relatives after their parents passed away until Ashley was old enough to act as Lizzie’s guardian. They had traveled and bounced around for a while on the money they got from the insurance and such, but now were happy to be living with Mr. Evans. Ashley took care of the house, the cooking, cleaning, etc. when not at work. In between other things, she took classes and went to the gym regularly.

Over the last several months Ashley worked for Mr. Evans, she had developed a giant crush on him and often jilled herself off thinking about him, even squirting a couple times to her great surprise. She called me ‘Mr. Evans’ even though I kept asking her to call me ‘Sam., and I called her ‘Miss Holmes’, which usually sent a small delightful quiver through her.

Lizzie ‘remembers’ graduating high school and college a few years early thanks to her high IQ, even though she acted like a teenybopper. She recalls getting a teaching job where they asked her to hide her true age, something she did so well she had the staff convinced she was now nearly thirty even though several of them got together quite often—although not quite as often lately as Lizzie spent more time at home with her sister and Mr. Evans. The fact that she kept her maiden name when we got married made this whole phase a bit easier since no one called her ‘Mrs. Evans’. The few times it did happen she just dismissed it as a simple mistake or slip of the tongue.

Outside of work, Lizzie (still) liked music, movies, and animals. She began to bug her bigger sister to take her to the gym as well, and was working on her Masters in Education. I knew she also jilled off a lot, and one of the most fun aspects of the project was programming her with a higher libido than she had before. Now she squeaked adorably when she came, sounding like a surprised kitten! Every once in a while, the two would cuddle in Ashley’s bed, and jill themselves off while caressing or holding one another.

Lizzie called me ‘Uncle Sam’, and occasionally slipped and called me ‘Daddy’, which always made her blush. I enjoyed this so much I reinforced it in her programming. I called her Lizzie’, ‘Liz’, or ‘Lizbit’. She felt so ‘grown up’ when I called her Liz that sometimes her nipples would pop.

I was living without sex for this period. I was just too afraid it would mess things up, and I was looking forward to the next phase. I had different visions for Phase Three and was content to let things play out for a while before I made up my mind. I even thought hard about using some resets to bring them back to normal. There were times I really missed hanging out with Liz or having a normal life, but then something would happen that kept me going, like the time Ashley came out of the shower and accidentally dropped her towel in front of me, or watching the two just relaxing on the couch together watching some dumb show and giggling happily together.

What set me on the path I ended up following for Phase Three was the night I came home late to a beautifully set dining room lit by candles. Ashley met me at the door wearing the sexyist white dress I could image. Her dark nipples were easily visible and very erect, and judging by the scent in the room, she was very aroused. She told me that Lizzie was spending the night at one of her friend’s homes and we had the place to ourselves all night. I screwed my courage to it’s sticking place and had supper with this delightful, vivacious young woman who so clearly hoped something would happen.

I played the innocent when she gave me a very tight and very warm hug and a very long, very moist kiss. we had a delightful supper. For dessert I let her sit on my lap to bask in her warmth and fragrance as she fed me some delicious tiramisu. She wriggled a bit against my rock hard cock and it took everything I had to not just rip that flimsy thing off and fuck her senseless. I could see she would love every pounding second of it. At the end of the meal, I thanked her, escorted her back to her room with a gallant kiss, and cleared the table to the kitchen, even doing dishes as I kicked myself over and over for passing up that hot piece of ass.

As soon as I got back to my room I loaded the instructions for Phase Three, Option B, into the device.

Thanks to their programming, if I just left the device out in the open, they would use it automatically. I had not used it on them in the last few weeks but they took the visual cue without hesitation. Ashley used it immediately after cleaning up breakfast since she did not go to work for another couple hours, and Lizzie used it after work before she did her chores. There were no obvious results at first, but I was patient.Then I saw the signs lining up and knew it was time.

I had taken the week off, as we planned, and sat down at my big desk to catch up on some last minute details. I felt an unseen pair of hands undo my belt and zipper. The small hands had a hard time getting me out of my fly since I was already hard. I tried to act like nothing was happening as I tried to focus on my work—after all, this was going to be a busy day!.

I heard sighing and murmuring from under the desk as a warm mouth took me in. A nimble tongue began to lick and massage the bottom of my shaft even as small fingers worked on my balls and thighs. My stomach muscles twitched in response, making me scrape the keyboard. The fingers wrapped around my cock as the mouth made a tight ‘O’ and began to give me a perfectly delightful blow job. It started soft and loving, then got wild and noisy as she slurped and gagged. I heard her bump her head on the bottom of the desk a couple times but she soldiered on. It did not take long for my balls to tighten up and small tremors to start rippling through my shaft. The lips got tighter and the tongue more active as my balls spasmed and my cum shot out into the waiting mouth.

The phantom mouth cleaned me up well and closed up my pants as best they could before Lizzie stepped up from under my desk just wearing a sexy bra and panty set with some sort of cute pattern. “Congratulations ‘Daddy’!” She gave me a big hug and kissed my cheek, then almost skipped out to help Ashley with supper. Phase Three was officially under way.

“So, you little minx, did you take care of your husband?” I was staying back so they could not see me.

“Yep. I took good care of Daddy. Here, taste.” She gave her bigger sister a wet kiss and both moaned as they rubbed their bodies together a bit. Ashley gave Lizzie a loving slap on her tight little ass and sent her to cut veggies as she checked the oven. I went back to the living room with a big smile on my face.

Lunch was a delicious torture as both of girls felt it was perfectly appropriate to fondle me or each other whenever they had a free hand. Ashley was sitting across from me and had a stockinged foot in my lap, which was even more interesting when Lizzie undid my fly and dug my cock out for her sister to play with. Ashley’s toes felt amazing as they stroked or rubbed my cock, sometimes gripping it as she rubbed. When I mentioned that I was going to cum soon, she just smiled lovingly at me and moved her foot away.

We all got cleaned up and set out on a pleasant drive to another county. It did not take long before the three of us were literally skipping out of the Justice of the Peace’s office with a brand new (not entirely kosher) marriage certificate and Ashley had a beautiful diamond on her even more beautiful hand. We stopped for supper at a nice restaurant on the way home to celebrate.

Once we got home Liz made herself scarce and Ashley took my hand with what for her was a shy grin and led me to the bedroom. When I opened the door, I was surprised by rose petals spread on the covers, a bottle of champagne in ice, soft lighting that made Ashley’s skin glow, and the scent of her (and my) favorite perfume wafting in the air.

“I love you so much, my new husband, and I cannot wait to consummate our marriage.” She began a sensuous strip, slowly sliding her buttons apart, then reaching for me and pulling my hands under her silky blouse. Once we made contact, she kept us touching as she slid off her blouse and shoes, then unfastened and danced out of her skirt. Standing there in bra, panties, and stockings she looked like an angel, a goddess, an impossibly perfect airbrushed Internet model. I kissed her as she undid and slid off my shirt and undid my pants. Her lips tasted of the wine and strawberries we had for supper. As she tried to slide off my shoes, I made it hard on her by bending down with her so I could kiss her ears and neck, relishing my first tastes of her skin.

She rose up and had me sit on the bed to continue undressing me, which allowed me better access to her wonderful breasts. I hefted them, and caressed them, and kissed them, and suckled them, and basically worshipped them as I memorized every square millimeter. The attention raised her nipples to their full glory, and made her break out in goosebumps even as she began to sigh and pant.

I shifted my attention and kissed my way to her perfect little goblet of a navel and delighted in the way her muscles contracted. I was also relishing the growing warm musky scent of her arousal. My hands wandered on her sides and hips, followed the contour of her buttocks, and ever-so-lightly brushed just above her mound, making her twitch and moan.

She was not idle during this. She was kissing my neck and shoulders, her hands wandering freely over my back and chest. At least, she was until I grabbed her legs under the knees and dumped her pretty unceremoniously on the bed and forced her legs apart. God, her pussy was beautiful! I learned later that she waxed it frequently enough to avoid stubble, but always left a little in a fairly naturalistic shape above it.

As I looked at her pink center, my mind took a short side trip. I had recently read a couple stories about guys married to models, centerfolds, and porn stars, and how so many of these guys found ways to manage the idea that their wives were the objects of fantasy for so many people, while being just normal, real human beings at home with all the flaws and foibles that implies. Just about then, Ashley let out a big burp and I cracked up.

I dove into her crotch and began to eat her out with everything I learned on-line. Sadly, Lizzie did not (used) to like this, so my limited experience was an older short-lived girlfriend and lots of research on the net. Apparently the combination of lips, tongue, and fingers was working as her fragrant pussy got wetter and wetter and she got louder and louder. Soon she was grabbing at the sheets or my hair and her hips were jerking. A gush of creaminess accompanied her spasms and shouts of ‘Yes! Yes yes yes!’. She pulled me up and kissed her juices off my face, then we just cuddled for a bit. It was such a pleasure to wrap my arms around her voluptuous body that I could have laid there for a while.

So how did we get to this blissful place? The programming taught the sisters that I had married Lizzie a few years ago as the easiest way to deal with some legal issues the sisters were facing—the same issues that kept Ashley virtually hiding out for a few years. It was an imperfect solution, but it helped explain our wedding photos and the fact that no one had met Ashley earlier. There is also a divorce decree between me and Liz filed in Vegas to clear the decks for Ashley and me lest anyone check, but all three of us considered it just a minor technicality rather than anything ‘real’.

Guests to our home would see what looked like a pretty normal situation with Liz’s clothing in the master bedroom, our original wedding photos here and there, and a spare bedroom for Ashley. They would not know we upgraded to a King bed in the main bedroom so we all fit, or that Ashley rarely slept in ‘her’ room. We were careful—wedding photos of the three of us, of Ashley in her dress, or paperwork with her name in it, were only kept digitally in encrypted files.

We had a test of the system sooner than I would have hoped. It had been Liz’s long-standing custom to invite her teacher friends over for certain events—New Year’s lunch, a combined birthday party, and such. One was World Teacher’s Day on the upcoming October 5th. I was skittish, but as per tradition, I made myself scarce as the gang got together for a mix of pot-luck and finger foods. They had been hearing about Ashley since the beginning, and one of the challenges was to keep the story consistent as the program matured.

I did not need to be overly concerned, however, as the women quickly took to the vivacious Ashley. She set a delightful table, took coats and served drinks. She was soon invited into the discussion, and within half an hour was laughing along with the gang. One major hurdle successfully cleared!

Things went so well during the visit that Ashley even joined me in the den for a quick hug and blowjob. It almost blew my mind when she rejoined the group with a smile and kissed her sister. Liz’s eyes went wide as Ashley shared some of my spunk with her unaware co-wife, but with Ashley’s spot-on timing, none of the others saw a thing. Liz shot me an amazing look—wide eyed surprise, perfectly combined with teasing lust. I could not wait for the others to go home!

We did a whirlwind cleaning and fell into a heap on the big bed, still mostly clothed. “I can’t believe we pulled that off!” Lizzie laughed. “And you! She was terrible Daddy!! Did you know that she passed me a mouthful of your cum when she kissed me out there? Terrible! Delicious, but terrible!” She pillow-slapped Ashley good naturedly.

“Ummm, but it was soooo tasty” Ashley purred, pulling me in for a kiss as Lizzie pried everyone’s shoes off. I never knew it before, but it turns out my very inhibited wife had a bit of a foot fetish—just enough that she enjoyed bare or barely stockinged feet. After she pulled off my shoes and socks, she kissed my feet and worked up my legs as far as my pants would allow. At the same time, I was trying to help Ashley off with her top even as she was doing the same to Liz. It did not take long for us to be happily tangled in our clothes, limbs wrapped randomly around each other, various body parts interacting sexily with other body parts.

As things came back into focus, I was on my back with Lizzie on top, eyes screwed tightly closed as she pumped herself enthusiastically on my cock, her loving sister wife behind her, holding her small tits and nuzzling her neck as she cooed things about how much we all loved each other and how wonderful Samuel’s big cock looked in Lizzie’s pretty little pussy. Lizzie gushed with a string of orgasms and fell bonelessly back against her sister. I helped her forward to give her a big kiss. She smiled weakly, sighed “Good night Daddy” and went limp against me. Ashley helped me roll her off and pulled the blanket over her sweaty skin.

She bent over to kiss her sister’s cheek and I repositioned myself to take advantage of her sexy bootie poking up like that. I stroked my cock on her ass crack a couple times to warn her, and she spread her legs and dropped to her chest to help give me a good angle. Sliding my cock in her hot pussy was heavenly, and I loved listening to her angelic voice crying out in pleasure. I grabbed her hips and settled in to a nice, long, steady rhythm, one I could maintain for a few minutes. Ashley had other ideas.

She gripped my cock with her bewitched pussy and began to work it with her demonic inner muscles. She began to grunt and almost bark animalistically even as she began to pound backwards at me with enough force that our flesh slapped together loudly! She turned her face to me and her big blue eyes flashed with fire as she demanded that I fuck her! That I fuck her right how! I barely noticed that Lizzie was awake again and was stroking her sister’s hair and teasing her nipples. My vision was beginning to tunnel and my legs were quivering as someone grabbed my balls and began to tease and tickle them.

That was the last straw! With an almost painfully pleasurable rush, my balls began to contract and I came hard just as Ashley was growling and humping through her own orgasm. This time, we two collapsed and Lizzie squirmed out from under us to tuck us in before climbing back in to snuggle against my sweaty back.

About a year later, we celebrated our anniversary. It was a two-part affair, with a ‘public’ version for friends and co-workers celebrating Liz and my sixth anniversary, and a later, much more intimate three-way ‘real’ first anniversary. It had been an amazing year, but it had its share of close calls and scary moments. I had to use the machine a few times, mostly on my wives to clean up messes I made earlier, but also a couple times on friends who got a bit too close to the secret.

All of our co-workers have grown used to seeing Ashley, acting as my personal assistant, at most of our work and social gatherings. No one blinked an eye any more when she showed up at work events with me instead of Liz, who was now busy working on her PhD in Education, and we were oh, so careful to never give them any gossip-fuel. They were also complimenting me about my new looks. Ashley especially had been working hard to update my wardrobe and style. She coaxed me into a better hairstyle and skin care. Co-workers joked that it took two women to take whip me into shape. If only they knew!

At home, the three of us split up housekeeping chores with Ashley getting the lion’s share as housekeeper and the one bringing in the least pay. One interesting quirk is that Lizzie is the Keeper of the Music—there always seems to be something playing. Sometimes she makes a game of it and waits to see if we notice the pattern. I burst out laughing the other day when I realized the playlist was classic music from old cartoons—the ‘William Tell Overture’, the ‘Marriage of Figaro’, Raymond Scott’s ‘Powerhouse’, and so on. The redecorating we did, Ashley’s fresh flowers, and Lizzie’s music have made the house a warm, loving home that is only made better by the love we all have for each other.

I also noticed little things—the decor kept getting nicer and nicer. We somehow obtained a serving cart we used for drinks, and we were hosting a lot more parties and gatherings at our home. It was not unusual for the teachers or some of my staff to come over for supper, a cook-out, or a party whereas before, we rarely had people over at all (the teachers, for example, usually met at a restaurant). Even with all this, our bank balance was growing nicely and there was talk about European vacations and such in the near future.

Sexually, things were incredible. The process gave Lizzie a much higher libido, but it still lagged far behind Ashley’s pre-changes levels. Ashley’s ‘after’ libido was almost more than I could handle! We set up a loose rotation—Lizzie, Ashley, both of them, repeat. On Sundays, we usually just let whatever happens happen—even if it ended up as a day of rest. We fucked like bunnies on steroids on Ashley’s nights, and quite often just cuddled on Lizzie’s nights. Even on the three-way nights, Lizzie would often touch and be touched, but not get actively involved. Nonetheless, she seemed very, very happy.

When summer rolled around, we took that vacation in Europe, taking a whole month, and even, gasp!, turned off the cell phones and email for most of it! It was glorious.

On one of the side trips, we discovered a beautiful glen close to the inn we were staying at. It was a sun-lit opening that must have been caused by the fallen giant tree along one edge, forming a bridge over a delightfully babbling brook. The glen was thick with ferns and butterflies, and dust motes danced in the air like fairies. Ashley whispered something to Lizzie and vanished. Lizzie took me in her arms and kissed me for a long time, sunlight warming us as much as our hormones were. A rustling announced Ashley’s return with a basket and a sleeping bag.

She spread the bag and set out a nice late morning continental snack of fruit, crusty bread, cheese, and so on, set off with a bottle of wine. We ended up laying in an interlocked triangle around the snacks—my head on Ashley’s legs, hers on Lizzies and Lizzie’s head on my legs. We lay there soaking up the welcome warmth after the chilly night when I felt a stirring. Lizzie’s hand was slipping up my leg. I glanced sideways and noticed that Ashley’s was already in Lizzie’s shorts—apparently I was the last one in the game so I slid my hand on Ashley’s smooth leg and under her silky shorts to the edge of her oh-so-soft, and oh-so carefully groomed delta.

The triangle shifted a little as Lizzie rolled a bit and pushed my shorts up to take me in her mouth. I rolled a bit to accommodate her, and as I rolled, I took the opportunity to slide Ashley’s shorts down so my mouth could access her fragrant cleft, even as she was doing the same to Lizzie. “Oh, mommy!” Lizzie moaned. She did not say this often, but it always made Ashley quiver and I felt her shiver on my tongue. I knew just how she felt—I still felt an odd but very pleasurable twinge when she called me ‘Daddy’ as she so often did.

The rest of the vacation went well, but I kept thinking about the ‘mommy/daughter’ thing, especially considering that we had discovered a while back that I was mostly shooting blanks, which is why Lizzie and I never had kids. After we got home and got several other things taken care of, I had the girls use the device again, but this time just to go into a light trance where they would speak to me honestly and without embarrassment, but not remember what was discussed.

We had an interesting conversation that night, possibly fuelled in part by an excellent wine and the fact that we were also indulging in a cuddle-fest bordering on an orgy. Both girls wanted kids, although Liz wanted one more as a little sister while Ashley wanted one as a daughter. That led to a discussion of whether Lizzie was happier as my wife, or wanted more to be our older daughter. Apparently, the idea of her being my bisexual, insectuous daughter really got to her. Who would have thought that prudish Liz would have had this buried deep inside her? I wondered, not for the first time, what would have happened had Ashley not shown up and I just used the device on Liz.

Before clearing the effects of the device, we agreed that we’d do some ‘deep role play’ for a week or so, in which Lizzie was Ashley’s and my daughter, and that within this framework, incest would be OK but kept between us. Once the device was off, Lizzie kissed Ashley and me on the check and skipped off to be, calling out “Good night mommy, daddy!” Ashley looked tenderly after her ‘daughter’ as we went to our bedroom hand in hand.

Breakfast the next morning was a bit different than usual. Instead of the cartoon-themed flannels Lizzie had been wearing, she showed up to supper in what looked like a home-made version of a sexy Catholic school girl outfit—small plaid skirt, open white blouse tied under a black bra, knee-high striped socks and low heels, pigtails, and slightly misapplied makeup.

“Young lady! You are NOT going to school looking like that!” Ashley thundered, in a tone I had not heard from her before.

“Mo-ooom! Come on. I’m old enough to wear what I want, and the other girls are wearing this!”

“I don’t care. You are not going to school looking like a slut!”

“Daddy! Mommy’s being mean to me. You don’t think I look like a slut, do you?”

OK, I was frankly stunned into speechlessness here. Were they playing a game! Were they taking the role-playing a bit too far? Was I being hoist on my own petard? I looked in askance to Ashley and was relieved to see her wink at me.

“Well, I don’t know darling. Come over here and let Daddy get a good look.” I took her hand and led her over to me. I flipped up her skirt and ran my hands on her firm, petite buttocks. “Well, at least you are wearing panties. That’s a good sign.” I ran my hands up her sides and hoisted her small breasts. “And a bra. That’s good, too.” As I held her small breasts, I tweaked her nipples until they rose. “Hmmm, but that is not so good. Look, you can easily see your nipples when you are excited.”

“Tell you what, darling. Bend over and grab your ankles.” She did so and her panties were clearly visible. “Now that is another bad sign. You are revealing quite an eyeful honeybear.” I massaged her bottom again, this time letting some fingers slide over her barely covered lips, making her shiver.

Ashley spoke up. “Lizzie, see!? You are showing so much skin, you are freezing! Now you march upstairs this instant and change. Sam, you go with her to make sure she puts on something decent!” Ashley turned back to washing up.

“You heard her, young lady. Upstairs.” I led her upstairs, somehow forgetting to remove my finger from between her legs. She was moaning by the time we hit the landing. “Now, none of that. Let’s just get you changed” I said with a firm father’s voice, even as I wiggled the offending finger some. I guess some of Ashley’s earlier evil streak rubbed off on me.

When we were in her room, Lizzie turned to me. “Daddy, do I really have to change?” The smoldering look she gave me combined perfectly with her innocent air. Had this been a real situation, I—might—have given in!

“You heard your mom. Come on, let’s get these things off and get your face cleaned up.” I was untying the knot in her blouse even as I spoke. As I pushed it off her shoulders, she lifted her face to me and closed her eyes, begging me to kiss her. I did not disappoint. We were soon in a deep, wet kiss and fervently trying to claw off the remainder of our clothes.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!” Quite the mouth on our little girl!

“Sorry, dumpling! We don’t have time. You have to get to school soon.” She really did have to report in to teach pretty soon. The two of them apparently planned in some time for games, but not enough for good sex and cleaning up, etc. “But let me take care of you.” I tossed her on her bed and grabbed under her knees. I dove into her sweet quim and began to kiss, lap, nuzzle, and tease until it grew even wetter. I began to ravage her with fingers and tongue, biting her clit gently, teasing her rock-hard nipples, and generally trying for the World Record in Speed Climaxes. When she came, I did not let up much but rolled her right in to another, then another. Only then did I let her calm down and help her to the shower.

As she showered, I laid out some clothes, sans underwear. I told her through the door to get dressed in what I laid out and to expect an inspection before she left, but also that she needed to hurry.

A few minutes later, all pink and clean, a well-dressed professional teacher was at the bottom of the stairs, briefcase in hand, and blushing. “Daaaa Deeee! I can’t... You can’t...” I kissed her to stop her stammering. I also checked that she had not added anything.

“You look great, darling! Have a fun day at school and come right home, you hear? Love you!” I patted her on the ass as she huffed past me. Hopefully she would notice the undies I tucked in her briefcase.

Ashley was standing in the arch between the rooms with an amused smile. “Well, that was certainly interesting. Would I be correct in guessing based on what I heard that she got off several times?” I nodded. “And you did not?” I pouted and shook my head. “You poor man. Let’s do something about that, shall we?” I looked up, smiled, and nodded, feeling like a cartoon character. We had a pleasant morning and I was a little late going to work. It is sometimes good to be the boss.