EMMA DOESN’T EVEN KNOW OR REMEMBER WHAT SHE’S DOING
Ethan’s Wife Emma Is Helplessly Hypnotized And Ready To Suck Anyone’s Cock
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA DARK NON-CON STORY! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
It was two weeks after their private visit to the hypnotist and neither has mentioned anything about it to each other, or even to their friends. As far as they were both concerned, it was a complete waste of time and money.
While even more privately, Ethan knows just how well it worked, but decides on poker night with the boys, to share his little secret.
“Emma, honey? Could you come in here please?”
“Sure! Be right there.”
“Ethan, this is our guy’s poker night, and you know that wives aren’t allowed?”
He holds up a finger to Bob, signaling him to wait a second . . .
“Oh, hi guys. Hope everyone is enjoying themselves. Did any of you need another beer or more snacks?”
Joe starts to say, “I could use a . . .”
Again, Ethan holds up his wait finger, this time directing it at Joe.
Looking at Emma, making sure to have eye contact first, he says, “Hydroponics Farm.”
Immediately Emma’s expression goes blank, her eyes stop blinking, her hands grab firmly onto her pigtails and she kneels in front of Ethan, before opening her mouth, ready for his cock.
As the rest of the guys watch in amazement, Ethan continues his current hand while Emma moves her head around by her pigtails, while sucking on his cock as loud and sloppy as possible. She slurps up every drop, pushing any spillage back into her mouth and ending by licking and sucking every one of her fingers.
“Read ’em and weep fellas! Royal flush, ace high!”
Emma gets back up and politely says, “Oh, hi guys. Hope everyone is enjoying themselves. Did any of you need another beer or more snacks?”
Everyone is silent as Emma turns and skips back toward the kitchen. “If you change your mind, just let me know.”
Ethan slides the cards to Phil, “Your deal.”
Tom slaps his hand down onto the deck just as Phil was reaching for them.
“Dude! It’s my turn to deal!”
Tom takes his turn to hold up a just wait finger to Phil, before saying, “Hold on one fucking second! What the hell was that, Ethan?”
Smugly, he replies, “What?”
“You fucking know what! Emma just gave you a blowjob right in front of us.”
Joe comments, “I really couldn’t see, the table was in my way.”
“You! You shut the fuck up also. Ethan has some explaining to do.”
Pointing at Ethan, “This game is done until you tell us how in the hell you trained sweet and innocent Emma, who won’t even say the word penis, to do that?”
“Fine! But all of you need to promise to never, and I mean NEVER tell her about this.”
Joe says, “Pinky swear.”
Tom says, “Dude! You’re forty-two.”
Bob, Phil, and Joe all say, “We promise” at the exact same time.
Looking directly at Joe, Tom comments, “I swear, if you say triple-jinx, I will deck you.” Turning to Ethan, he adds, “I also promise.”
After the details of his story are all taken in, the first to talk is Tom. “Like I said earlier, I promise to not tell Emma, as long as I get in on the action.”
“What?”
“I want your wife, to give me one of those pigtail holding sloppy sucks. And, then I won’t tell her about what you did.”
Before Ethan could protest, Bob, Joe, and Phil jump in, making the same deal to keep their mouths shut in exchange for hypnotic blowjobs from Emma.
As cool and confident as he is on the outside, on the inside he knows she’d never forgive him if she found out. He has only one option.
“Eye contact is needed. You have to get solid eye contact before saying the words.”
“I got it!” snaps Tom.
“Hey Emma, Hydroponics Farm.”
Again her face goes blank, her eyes stay open, her hands grab tightly onto her pigtails, as she sucks hard on his cock like a guinea pig who was about to die of thirst, but finally found the metal feeding tube on his water bottle.
Tom can’t help but let out an, “Oh God!” a second before his obnoxious ejaculatory grunts.
Emma does her hot man-goo cleanup process, not missing any fingers, before standing back up to say, “Hi Tom. What did you need?”
“I just wanted to tell you just how beautiful your eyes are, Emma.”
“That’s so nice Tom. Why can’t you ever say nice stuff like that to me, Ethan?”
One by one, Emma works her way counter-clockwise around the table, which somehow confused the whole, whose turn was it next to deal thing.
Every time, she would immediately go to town hard and fast on the cock of whoever said the magic phrase. The loudest action happened when it was Joe’s turn to get unloaded.
Not because of how loud she was slurping, but because of Tom pointing and screaming, “I knew it!”
You see, twenty-four years earlier at their graduation, Tom wrote in Joe’s yearbook: Most Likely to have a stupid-looking “O” face.
By the end of the round, it was a tossup as to who had the most embarrassing orgasm. Was it Tom’s loud grunts, Joe’s stupid “O” face, Phil crying during and after, or Bob’s silent and motionless release? The votes are still out.
At the end of the night, Bob breaks the rules of guys’ poker night, by suggesting Emma comes to see everyone out. Ethan and Emma are standing side by side near the door, as the boys line up to say goodnight. Just like a mini receiving line at a wedding.
Bob tried, but couldn’t look her in the eyes. Phil’s cheeks were still wet from his uncontrollable crying. Emma comments, “I am so sorry about your dog. I’m sure he’ll be ok.”
Joe thanks her for the best night of his life. Tom doubles down with a, “You really do have beautiful eyes, Emma.”
Waving her hand out and down, Emma replies, “Oh, stop it, Tom. You’re so sweet.”
With the last of the guys gone, Ethan closes the door before saying, “I’m really tired. I’m going to sleep now.”
Emma grabs both his cheeks, turns his face towards hers, and says, “Who’s your boss?”
His face goes blank. He sits down at his desk, opens his laptop, and signs into his private bank account along with his 401K and many other investments. Over the next hour, he transfers every penny he has over to Emma’s personal account.
As soon as he’s finished, she gives him a stack of papers to sign. Starting with the titles to both of his cars, their beach house, his investment properties, and the home they are in right now.
Lastly, he signs the no-fault divorce papers and hands over his keys to everything he used to own. Getting up and turning to Emma, he hands her any cash he had in his wallet before saying, “I’m really tired. I’m going to sleep now.”
Emma smiles as he walks out the door. Her plan worked perfectly until the day she got a job at a local Hydroponics Farm.
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