Long Lost - part 7

Olivia slipped out of the bed and put a fresh robe on, her sweat-sodden body immediately soaking into the material.

“It is time to get ready Emily.” She spoke to the wriggling body under the sheets, before pulling the sheet down to reveal Consuela with her face between the young girl’s legs.

“Consuela, you need to stop honey, this can wait until later.”

Eventually, the recruit prised herself away and stood up leaving Emily to look up with a sexy pout on her face.

“Mmmm, that was so good you need to sleep with us tonight, Consuela.”

The maid beamed at the compliment, accepting her new uniform from Olivia.

“Right girls we need the best performance for my husband and then later we can have fun.”

Marcus looked in the mirror, happy with his choice of suit, and left the bedroom he normally used as his office but where he had slept since being banished from the master suite.

He went downstairs and poured himself a drink wandering to the rear of the house as he waited for his date to arrive, hearing laughter he returned to find Olivia in a thigh-length sheer robe, it clung to her arse from the sweat in her body, plastered against her breasts, firm nipples visible. Beside her stood the maid in what he could only describe as a fantasy cosplay outfit based on a maid’s uniform. It was a typical French maid’s outfit, impossibly short, barely reaching the upper thigh, the black and ivory pleated silk skirt, flashing a hint of panties as she walked down the steps, a bare midriff that showed off her flat stomach, and an ivory silky halter bra that displayed her breasts, the final piece being an ivory hair band that framed her cascading curling auburn locks.

Even then there was more to see as his eyes reluctantly left the maid to feast on his date. The young brunette glanced at him shyly as she tugged the silver dress down to cover her arse. It was the shortest dress he had ever seen.  God he was turned on at that moment, everything just screamed sex at him, from the way his wife casually placed her hand on the maid’s midriff, who responded by placing her hand on her arse, to the young girl who seemed to be struggling to escape from the skimpy shiny material.

Some warning alarm was trying to sound deep within his consciousness, something about the way his wife was circling her fingers on the maid's bare skin, and receiving a cupped grasp of her arse in return, something about the way the young girl looked shy and yet calculating, there was something he couldn’t put his finger on, but yet again the feeling of trust and affection washed over him and he reluctantly pushed the thoughts away.

“It is late for Consuela to be working today.”

“I need extra help; I have asked her to move into one of the spare bedrooms.” His wife was ready with her reply.

“Is that wise dear, a lot is going on at the moment.”

“There is and I need the extra help, it will only be a few days, she can help me during the nights.”

“Well, if you think so, I can’t see the harm in it.” He found himself eager to agree.

“Yes, that’s agreed, we will wait up Emily and prepare your bed for you, have a nice evening.”

Marcus leaned in to kiss her goodbye, but she had already turned and was ascending the stairs with the maid, both openly caressing the other's arse as they did so.

The drive to the restaurant took around 10 minutes, during which time he found himself frequently glancing down at her thighs and panties as the dress had slid up when she sat in the passenger seat. He led the beautiful girl into the restaurant, aware that everyone was looking at him, including work colleagues and friends, feeling the urge building inside him to fuck her soon.

The meal went quickly during which time she asked many excited questions, yes that was his boss over there with his wife, yes he knew the couple at the corner table, he didn’t know the famous actress but he did know the agent she was dining with. It amused him how eagerly she looked from table to table at all the powerful people dining that night.

“Can we stop here? I would like to look at the stars.”

Marcus pulled the car over on the remote stretch of road and they got out, after glancing briefly upwards Emily moved to the front of the car and lay back against the curved hood of the car.

“Emily wants you to fuck her here now.” The girl said her arms out behind her for support.
"Here? I thought I would take you home." He ignored the strange way she said it, his cock was coming to life.
"Here now, Emily wants to feel the cold night air on her back as you fuck her with your hot cock.”

Again alarm bells went off in his mind, something about the way she addressed herself seemed wrong, the situation felt wrong, very wrong, and yet she was lying back with her legs spread open and he quickly brushed the concerns to one side and moved forward onto her, reaching in to kiss her but she put her hand between their lips.
“No kissing, or caressing, Emily likes her tits felt as she is fucked but that’s all, Emily wants to be fucked now.”
He reached a hand out under her dress and touched her damp panties, slowly lowering them and taking them off.
“Emily wants you to put them in your pocket.”
He did so and then unzipped and freed his aching cock, pressing onto her and sliding in.
“No, it’s so big.” She sighed as he slowly pumped her.
“It’s just like a hot dildo.” She continued as she pushed back against him to force it in deeper.
Damn, she felt tight, so much tighter than his wife, as her pussy lips sucked hard on his cock, so he had to drag his cock out before forcing in again.
“No, it’s so hard and long.” She sighed as he fucked her steadily, building up a rhythm.
He ran his hands over her breasts feeling her hard nipples through the dress against his palms.
“No, no, no,” Emily shouted as she thrust against him sending ripples of pleasure up his hard shaft. She groaned with a climax and then pulled away as he came all over the bonnet of his car.
She pulled her dress down and went back to the passenger seat. “I would like to go home now.”
Marcus quickly slid his shrinking cock inside his trousers and followed her into the car and drove her home. She was quiet the whole journey and he was embarrassed by the way the
night had ended, not hot in bed as he had envisaged but tawdry and forgettable at the side of the highway.

When they got home Emily walked ahead while he locked the house up, and he found her waiting with a glass of wine in the kitchen.
“For you” and she picked up a glass of her own and sipped it.
“I wasn’t expecting tonight to turn out that way, I hope you had a nice time?” he said gently.
He drank as she walked over to him and hugged him. After a minute she stopped hugging and looked up into his eyes.
“I doubled the dose this time to make sure we have time to talk.”

“Will you come and give me a hand to move him.” She shouted, and Olivia and Consuela ran naked down the stairs to help maneuver the frozen man into a chair.

“Very good girls, Consuela reward Olivia so Marcus can see.”

The maid dropped to her knees and started to kiss down the wife’s body until she could bury her face between her legs.

Emily spoke to Marcus. “This time there will be no escape, I have doubled the dose, you have far too much alcohol in you, and you have blown your come to the wind, all reducing your resistance, we also have all night for me to convince you, but now sit there while I get the pendant and watch your wife revel in her new lesbian lifestyle.”

Marcus could only watch helplessly as his wife was taken by the maid, her tongue licking over her body in places he had never been allowed, her hands pinching and tugging at her nipples as Olivia moaned and caressed herself. Emily came back down the stairs and pulled up a chair in front of him she spun the pendant back and forth without comment his only choice of view his wife being tongue fucked or the flash of light, slowly his eyes were drawn to the light.

“That’s good Marcus, just let the light fill your mind, it brings peace from your horny wife being our plaything, the light is eternal, a constant swirling pattern of safety, peace, and sleep.

Let the light in, it brings peace, don’t fight it, my voice leads you away from pain to peace, you are tired from alcohol, your cock has come you want to rest, relax, and sleep, don’t fight the pain, it is going, fading, peace entering, relax and let your body sleep.”

The fierce fight was gone from his eyes, they briefly wavered and tried to tear themselves away, but the light was incessant, demanding, it stopped him from thinking. He relaxed.

“That’s good, now let my voice lead you to sleep and peace.”

His head rested on his chest.

“Olivia take Consuela to our room and fuck her.” Emily watched the lovers pad up the stairs and turned back to the husband.

“I want you to trust me, everything I say is the truth, and you will remember it as your truth. You are in a safe place now, no more heartache or worry. This is a nice place to be, and you can return here anytime. To help you I will set a control phrase ‘pink butterflies in winter’. When you hear that you will return to this peaceful state and listen to what I say, for you know it will help you. Nod if you understand.”

Marcus nodded.

“Good, there are things you must understand first about tonight.  You misunderstood your wife, she said to you that you have not got a hall pass, no wife would say you have, you realize that makes sense. Nod if you agree.”

Marcus nodded.

“When we went out tonight and I asked to look at the stars, any comment that started ‘Emily wants’ must be your thoughts not mine, no one talk in that third tense it doesn’t make sense, so when you look back, anything you remember as Emily wants is your male arrogance wanting to have me, determined to fuck me regardless of my wishes. When you think back you will remember me saying no repeatedly but you fucking me all the same, do you remember this?”

The hypnotized man nodded.

“Good then wake and think back about tonight.

She watched the husband open his eyes and look dazed ahead, then groan “Oh god I’m so sorry Emily I misread the situation.”

“Pink butterflies in winter.”

His head dropped again.

“When you wake you will be wracked by guilt, you will not be able to go near your wife, you will need to make amends to me and suggest paying me half of all your assets and share in this house as a settlement, if anyone asks why you will tell them about the details from your new memory. You will need to work harder so put in more hours at work, it will be easier if you move into the guest room and leave for work early so as not to see your wife and arrive home after 11 pm.”

“Wake.”

Marcus opened his eyes, tears forming. “I am so sorry Emily; I will make things better I promise.”

“I know you will.” She left him and walked upstairs opened the master bedroom door and stripped in the doorway leaving her dress and panties outside as she closed the door behind her.