Good.
 
        "Pleasure. Let's talk about pleasure some more. You both sat there and watched me put my hands on your wife's breasts - and you didn't say a word. You then touch your wife's breasts - with my hand right there next to yours - and didn't say a word. You knew, you KNEW, they were experiencing pleasure. And so were you. Touching. Knowing the pleasure of touch."
 
        "I think this talk about two men has made you a bit nervous. I'm going to help you relax, because I'm very interested in why you feel the need to skip part of the movie, and I think you'd be more comfortable talking about it if you weren't so wound up."
 
        "Wait", Larry protested. "I know why I want to skip part of the movie. It's because I don't want to see the guys getting it on."
 
        "Yeah, same here", Chad agreed, nodding. "I mean, if two guys wanna go at it, I don't care. I just don't want to see it."
 
        "And yet you WANT to see two women", Bette pointed out. "What's the difference? They're pleasing each other and so are the men."
 
        "Well, yeah, but...I mean...it's...different..." Chad's voice trailed off as he tried to explain further. Larry tried to carry on.
 
        "Yeah, two women, you got hot bodies, hard nipples, wet...well, wet pussies", he said, his face flaring. "Two guys, what do you have? Two cocks. That's it."
 
        Bette stared at him. "That's the second time you've said 'that's it'. Two cocks, you said. And yet you mentioned hard nipples. What about HARD cocks? You don't think a hard cock is exciting? You don't think a hard cock is an incredible turn-on? You don't think a hard cock in a willing mouth is just so fucking hot you could explode just thinking about it?"
 
        Becky and Melissa both noticed that their husbands were still quite hard, as did Bette. In spite of themselves, the mention of cocks in mouths brought images of their wives kneeling at their feet to the men's minds. It wasn't quite what Bette was talking about, but it was close enough for her purposes.
 
        "We're going to talk about pleasure", Bette said again, before the men could reply. "Or, rather, I am going to talk about pleasure. You two will just close your eyes and hear me out. I want to talk about pleasure, so you two have to relax a bit, you're far too tense."
 
        Chad and Larry looked at her, then at each other, then at their wives. Melissa and Becky both nodded, smiling softly. Shaking their heads, with one last what-the-hell look at each other, Chad and Larry closed their eyes. Bette closed hers as well, taking a deep breath. As she exhaled, she shook her head gently and began to speak.
 
  "You are confused right now. I touched your wife right in front of you, that has to be a bit disconcerting. Then I asked you to touch her as well, and you did. You saw how much she enjoyed it, you saw the pleasure it brought her. And you experienced pleasure yourself, the pleasure of providing pleasure."         Confused is a good word, Larry thought. What a night this is turning into.
 
        "Picture, in your mind, a pinball machine."
 
        Chad frowned, his eyes still closed. Pinball? What the hell was she talking about? Puzzled, he tried to imagine a pinball machine.
 
        "See the shining silver ball as is bounces back and forth, around and around. This is a magic ball, it doesn't go away unless I let it. Imagine the pinball bouncing around inside the pinball machine. See it clearly. See the lights, the levers. Hear the bells. See the shining pinball."
 
        Larry had no idea how this related to anything, but he could see the pinball, could even hear the bells. Actually, it was pretty neat, he admitted to himself. Useless, but neat.
 
        "You are so confused about this talk of pleasure", Bette went on, her voice low and throaty. "I want to help you understand. I want to help you realize what real pleasure is. I want you to focus even more intently on the pinball as it bounces off the bumpers, as it caroms off the flippers."
 
        Chad was actually getting into his mental pinball game now. Since none of what Bette was saying made sense anyway, it seemed OK to just play pinball in his head, especially since the ball wouldn't go away unless she said so. He sat there, imagining the ball careening around the machine, half listening to Bette's soft voice - or so he thought.
 
        Becky saw the faint smile on Chad's face and knew he was really focusing on the pinball game. She shuddered slightly, her face glowing brightly. Melissa was staring intently at her husband's face, also watching for any reaction, and seeing it was much the same as Chad's.
 
        Larry watched as the pinball rebounded off a wall as Bette's voice droned in the background, saying something about pleasure and thoughts. What was she talking about, anyway?
 
        "See the score displayed on the machine", Bette was saying. "But this pinball machine is different. It counts down. See it now, see it starting at twenty five. See the score of twenty five displayed on the pinball machine."
 
        Larry and Chad saw it. It made no sense that a pinball machine would count backwards, much less that it would start at twenty five - but nothing else seemed to make sense either.
 
        "I will keep score for you", Bette said softly. "You can just relax and watch the pinball of your thoughts move at random around the pinball machine of your mind."
 
        Neither Chad nor Larry even tried to figure that one out. They had no idea that Bette had just made a very important connection.
 
        "Twenty four."
 
        The pinball ricocheted off a bumper and across a row of lights, and the men clearly saw each one in turn flashing brightly.
 
        "Twenty three."
 
        Trapped between two round bumpers, the pinball bounced rapidly back and forth...back and forth...back and forth...back and forth. The bells chimed, the lights flashed, in perfect synchronization.
 
        Several more numbers drew the men even deeper into their mental pinball game, and, unknown to them, drew them deeper into the trance that Bette was inducing in them.

       "Sixteen. See the score going down...slowly...slowly...always going down....going down...more...and more...down..."
 
        Becky and Melissa sat quietly, although they clearly found the situation arousing. Their faces glowed with anticipation.
 
        "Eleven. You're doing wonderfully, and now you can just relax and watch the pinball. Don't worry about moving the flippers any more, don't worry about keeping the ball in play. I'll take care of it for you. Just relax and watch...watch the pinball...see it shining...."
 
        Both men saw it clearly, shining brightly as it danced across a landscape filled with flashing lights and rhythmic sounds. They sank deeper as Bette continued, her eyes fixed upon them, watching their reactions to her words.
 
        "Six. So relaxed now, just relaxing more and more and watching the pinball. See it now, see it bouncing off the bumpers, rolling quickly back and forth, back and forth. So quickly it moves, and your eyes are straining follow. Just relax. Relax your eyes. Relax."
 
        The other two women watched intently. Becky was now unconsciously squeezing her thighs together, and Melissa was squirming in her chair.
 
        "Zero. And now, the pinball of your thoughts disappears, vanishing from your sight. And with it, of course, your thoughts disappear as well, being carried away, out of sight, out of mind, by the pinball. And, now that the game is over, the pinball machine of your conscious mind shuts down, becoming dark, silent, relaxed. So relaxed. So deeply relaxed."
 
        There was a silence. Becky and Melissa sat quite still, watching as their husbands slipped into deep hypnotic trances. Chad and Larry sat on the couch, eyes closed, slouched down, their bodies limp and heavy. As the pinballs had disappeared, what few remaining, fleeting thoughts they might have had disappeared. As they did, as the machine went dark, their conscious, thinking minds closed down completely.
 
        And there they sat, utterly entranced.
 
        Bette looked over her shoulder at the other two women and winked.         Melissa slowly rose and walked over to where Bette stood. She stared down at her entranced spouse, eyes glowing. Becky followed, and the three women stood there quietly, gazing at the men sprawled limply on the couch. Becky was the first to speak.
 
        "Can they hear us?", she whispered softly, as if she was afraid that Chad might actually hear her.
 
        Bette nodded. "Yes, he can hear us, but your words are just sounds to him. My voice, right now, is his focus. My voice is his guide. My voice will relax him, will help him understand pleasure. My voice will take him deeper and deeper into relaxation. Deeper and deeper, with every word. Deeper and deeper relaxed with every word I say. So eager to relax more and more. So eager to understand pleasure."
 
        Becky nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving her husband's placid face. She shuddered as she imagined herself kneeling before him now, taking him into her mouth when he was in this condition. What would it feel like, she wondered? Would he even feel it?
 
        "Um...if I was to...um...touch him...would he feel it?"
 
        "We must first ask him if he wants to be touched. We must be certain the he does, indeed, want to learn about pleasure. He will only learn if he wishes to, and so we must ask him if he wishes to learn." Bette faced the two entranced men, both of whom still believed that Bette was talking only to him.
 
        "As you relax, as you relax more and more, I wish to help you learn about pleasure. I cannot do this without your approval, and your willingness to learn. And so I ask you now to tell me, if you are willing to learn the pleasure of touch, of being touched. Are you willing to be touched, and learn about the pleasure?"
 
        The three gazed at the men, who showed no signs of responding. Bette spoke again, softly. "You may speak, you may answer my question easily and honestly, and even the act of answering the question will help you relax more and more, and make you more able to learn about pleasure."
 
        Melissa could not keep from smiling. Bette was certainly stacking the deck with her suggestions.
 
        Chad stirred slightly, his arm twitching, his jaw quivering. Finally his lips parted and he made a sound that could have been a yes. Seconds later, Larry mumbled something similar. Bette asked them to repeat their answers more clearly, and, with some effort, both men said yes. Bette quickly gave them deepening suggestions, taking them down more and more, before she returned her attention to the question that Becky had asked.
 
        "Yes, he would feel it if you touched him. He is deeply relaxed, so deeply relaxed, and yet his senses seem heightened, especially his sense of touch, of feeling."
 
        Neither Chad nor Larry knew who Bette was talking to. They were totally unaware of any other presence, even that of each other, even though they were sitting side by side. The only presence was a voice, a voice that drifted easily into their open minds, gently filling them, soothing them, calming them.
 
        And so, when Bette spoke of heightened sensations, each man believed that the voice was speaking only to him.
 
        "Go ahead", Bette whispered to the women. "Touch him. Caress his skin. Feel his flesh. He doesn't mind being touched at all. Being touched brings him pleasure. Such pleasure...such pleasure...Teach him about the pleasure."
 
        Bette paused. Melissa and Becky moved closer to the couch, each reaching slowly for one of the men. Becky gently caressed Chad's cheek, while Melissa softly stroked Larry's bare arm. Both men stirred ever so slightly, and their breathing picked up a bit. Bette spoke again.
 
        "And as he experiences this pleasure, he relaxes more and more. He sinks deeper and deeper into relaxation with every breath that he takes. The pleasure takes him deeper into relaxation. Deeper relaxation allows him to experience more pleasure."
 
        Becky leaned down and softly kissed her husband on the lips. He sighed audibly, his body trembling slightly.
 
        "More pleasure, deeper relaxation. Deeper relaxation, more pleasure", Bette whispered over and over, as the other women continued gently touching their enraptured husbands.
 
        "And now", Bette said after a few moments, "and now, you feel such pleasure, such wonderful pleasure. So deeply relaxed, and feeling so good, feeling the touch on your body. You want to feel more, you wants to feel more and more pleasure. You may even want to take off your shirt. Go ahead. Take off your shirt. You can move your body, you can remove your shirt comfortably and easily, sinking deeper and deeper into relaxation with every movement of your body. And the deeper relaxed you become, the better you will be able to understand pleasure."
 
        Melissa and Becky stepped back for a moment and watched. Neither Chad nor Larry moved for several seconds, then Larry's right arm twitched. Moving somewhat awkwardly, it rose up until his limp fingers came to rest lightly on the buttons of his shirt. For a moment he tried to undo the buttons with one hand, to no avail. His muddled mind noticed the lack of progress, and his other hand moved jerkily towards the buttons as well. Finally, with what appeared to be great effort, but to him felt merely like his hands were floating freely, Larry unbuttoned his short.
 
        Chad was doing more or less the same thing, but he wore a polo shirt with only two buttons. While Larry was clumsily trying to remove his button-down shirt, Chad was fumbling trying to pull his polo shirt over his head. Quickly and quietly, Bette stepped forward, and, making sure she did not touch him, efficiently helped him remove it. His shirt was tossed beside the couch, where it came to rest on top of Larry's button-down dress shirt.
 
        The two men, having satisfied their curious desire to remove their shirts, again went limp, their bodies heavy and loose as they sat on the couch.
 
        "So relaxed", Bette whispered to the two helpless men. "So deeply relaxed. So able, so willing, to learn about pleasure. So able. So willing. So deeply relaxed."
 
        The only responses she received were soft sighs as the men seemed to sink just a bit deeper into the plush cushions of the couch.
 
        "Pleasure. Pleasure. The pleasure of your lips around a nipple. The pleasure of a tongue dancing around a nipple. You know that pleasure, you know what it's like to feel a hard nipple in your mouth."
 
        The women watched attentively as the men's faces flushed slightly, their breathing again picking up somewhat. Bette continued.
 
        "And now, and now, you'll feel what it's like even more. You'll feel the warmth, the pleasure, of a mouth wrapped around a nipple. You've given this pleasure many times. Now you will feel that pleasure yourself." She nodded to the women, who were both blushing brightly.
 
        Melissa carefully leaned over her dazed husband, her eyes fixed upon his chest. Moving closer, she closed her eyes and smiled. Tonight was going to be a night none of them would ever forget, she thought with a tingle. She opened her mouth, and her tongue poked out, long and slender. She waved it around a few times until she felt it make contact.
 
        Larry felt something strange. Not unpleasant by any means, just... strange. It almost felt like...almost felt like someone was licking his nipple. He shuddered as he imagined feeling warm lips close around his left nipple, a warm wet tongue darting back and forth. His nipples swelled, and he sighed as the pleasure increased.
 
        Chad's head was tilted almost sideways as Becky took his nipple into her mouth. A soft moan escaped his parted lips, causing Becky to close her eyes and moan herself. Chad felt the warmth, the wetness, and the pleasure.
 
        "Feels so good", Bette whispered almost inaudibly. "So good. Such pleasure. The pleasure of a willing, caring mouth. A willing, caring tongue. Pleasure. That's all. Pleasure. Such pleasure. Such relaxation."
 
        "And the pleasure does not stop there", Bette added. "Imagine the pleasure of fingers closing around nipples, your fingers closing around her nipples, fingers closing around your nipples. Imagine it. Feel it. Imagine the pleasure. Feel the pleasure. Feel it now. And go deeper."
 
        Becky reached up and lightly pinched Chad's other nipple between her thumb and index finger. Chad's body trembled, and he moaned again. His nipples were quite hard now, and Becky paused for a moment to gaze at them. Then she placed both his nipples between her fingers and squeezed just a bit harder. Chad shuddered, his head rolling back and forth.
 
        Melissa was tracing circles around Larry's nipples. Larry was moaning softly with every breath he took. Bette noticed his hands twitching.
 
        "Such pleasure. Feel it. Go deeper so you can feel it more. Feel it more so you can go deeper. You want to feel it, you want to learn about it. You want to learn about pleasure."
 
        Becky's tongue was sliding down Chad's chest. Melissa was running her fingers through Larry's chest hair, her eyes glowing brightly as she stared at his face.
 
        "You have so much to learn about pleasure, so much more. So much more. So that you may learn more about pleasure, and so that you may sink into deeper and deeper relaxation, I am going to ask you to remove the rest of your clothes. You will be able to do this easily and comfortably, sinking deeper and deeper as you do so, knowing that as you remove your clothes, your ability, your DESIRE, your WILLINGNESS to learn more and more about pleasure will increase. You may remove your clothes now."
 
        Becky and Melissa stepped back again. The next few moments would determine the events of the rest of the evening, since the men would not take off their clothes if they felt at all uncomfortable with the idea.
 
        Chad moved first this time. His hands twitched, then flopped from the couch to his lap like a landed fish. His numb fingers pawed at his belt buckle, finally opening it. His zipper was the next task. Larry was moving now as well.
 
        Watching the men undress was almost comical. The women tried to keep from laughing as Chad and Larry tried to get some cooperation from heavy, relaxed hands and fingers. Bette whispered continually, her voice taking them deeper even as their muscles tried to function. They slowly struggled to their feet, utterly bewildered, and ponderously struggled to remove their pants and shorts. Melissa could not help but stare at Chad's erect cock,  while Becky was surreptitiously examining Larry's throbbing member. Bette noticed their stares and smiled.
 
        Finally, after almost five minutes by Bette's watch, the two men sank back down on the couch. They sat side by side, unaware of each other's presence. Their eyes were again closed, at Bette's bidding. They slumped heavily against the back of the couch, totally limp but for their cocks, totally nude - and utterly hypnotized.
 
                                                    Part 2
 
Becky and Melissa sat back down, watching their nude, entranced husbands. Bette smiled as she waited for them to settle in. Things would get interesting from here on.
 
Once the wives were ready, Bette returned her attention to the men.
 
"You are so relaxed now, so relaxed and comfortable. You are sitting there, totally relaxed, knowing you are totally relaxed. You are totally nude, and you know that too. You find that knowing your wife is looking at your beautiful hard cock is exciting you. You find yourself growing harder with each passing moment, harder and harder, knowing and savoring that she is looking at your cock. She is looking at your beautiful cock and becoming excited herself, more and more excited with each passing moment, just as you are. You can feel your excitement growing, you can feel your cock becoming even harder, with each passing moment. And as you become more excited, as your cock becomes harder, so much harder, you sink even deeper into this wonderful state of relaxation. You feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper even as your cock becomes harder and harder. So deep. So hard."
 
Becky looked on longingly as her husband's cock pulsed and twitched. It did indeed seem to be getting bigger all the time, getting harder and bigger and more ready... She stirred, the desire building quickly.
 
Melissa as well found herself quite aroused by her husband's state of arousal, and was shifting in her chair as her juices began to flow.
 
Bette's voice was low and soft, soothing, seductive. As the women watched her watched and listened, she continued to build their husbands' desire, as well as deepen their trance.
 
"You're so hard now, so hard and so deeply relaxed. You are enjoying feelings of relaxation that you've never dreamed of, feelings of relaxation so deep and so pleasant that it is incredibly easy to feel your cock growing even harder...harder... yes... that's it... harder... feel it... feel your cock growing harder... expanding... lengthening... thickening... so hard... so hard and so beautiful as your wife watches and becomes even more excited. You find it thrilling to know you excite her so, thrilling to know that she loves seeing your cock hard and ready. Your cock is so hard, so ready, and your wife is so excited now, so very, very excited."
 
The men's faces were flushed, their mouths hanging open. They sat there, sprawled back on the couch, so close to each other that their hands were almost touching - and yet neither of them realized, nor cared, that the other existed. Their befuddled minds churned slowly, imagining their wives gazing longingly, hungrily, at their hard cocks. So hard. So excited.
 
And excited was an accurate description of the women. They were both wriggling in their chairs, becoming more and more aroused at the sight of their husbands being relaxed and aroused at the same time.
 
"She thinks your hard, waiting cock is lovely. She thinks of taking it into her mouth, of licking it, sucking it, tasting it. Imagine her taking your beautiful hard cock into her mouth, imagine what it is like for her. Experience the pleasure she feels knowing she is pleasing you. Experience the thrill of running your tongue over the veins, of the tongue dancing around the tip of that hard, lovely cock. Her mouth, your mouth, is filled with this great, hard, wonderful cock. Take it in, feel her taking it all the way in. Know her pleasure as she sucks on your cock, know her pleasure as her lips run up and down your hard shaft. Know her pleasure as she sucks your cock. Feel her excitement increasing as she licks your cock."
 
Melissa was staring at Larry's throbbing cock, her mind filled with thoughts of taking it into her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. She was slouched down in the chair now, legs apart. One hand had found its way under her skirt, her fingers lightly brushing her rapidly warming clit through her panties.
 
Larry sat there thinking of a mouth around his cock. It was his wife's mouth, he knew, but somehow... somehow, it sometimes seemed to be his own mouth. How could that be? He imagined what it was like for his wife to take him into her mouth, to feel a hard cock in her mouth - but it still seemed like some of the time, he was sucking himself. So this is what it's like, he thought slowly. So this is what it's like to have a cock in your mouth. So this is what she enjoys so much. He shivered slightly as his cock responded to the idea of being surrounded by a warm wet mouth.
 
"Go deeper now, deeper into relaxation, and feel her tongue on your cock. Know her pleasure, feel what she feels, feel the veins on your cock against the tongue. Trace them with her, trace the veins on your cock with your tongue. Feel it pulse, feel it grow even harder... harder... so hard... so very hard now... yes... it feels so good, doesn't it? It feels so good to know good she feels sucking a hard, beautiful cock."
 
Both men were now quivering sporadically. They both made sounds that Bette knew to mean yes. Taking a quick look over her shoulder, she saw Melissa caressing herself, and Becky massaging her breasts through her top. She smiled and continued.
 
"Yes, so good. It feels so good, so very good. She feels good with your cock in her mouth. You feel good with your cock in her mouth. Be with her as she pleases you, be with her as she licks and sucks your cock. Feel what she feels, see what see sees, taste what she tastes. Feel how excited she becomes knowing she is pleasing you. Feel how aroused she becomes as she touches you, tastes you, takes you in... feel it... feel it now..."
 
Chad felt strange. He imagined his wife taking him into her mouth, and yet at the same time, he could somehow see things from her point of view as well. He imagined his own cock, mere inches away, and knew the excitement as she moved closer. He felt her tongue poke out, felt it brush lightly against his throbbing member. He shuddered, and could feel her shuddering as well. Her lips wrapped tightly around the head, squeezing, sucking, tongue circling. So this is what it's like to have a cock in your mouth. So this is what she enjoys so much.
 
"Feel it now... yes... feels so good... it feels so good. Sucking. Licking. Feeling the hardness. Knowing you are giving pleasure. It feels so good... so good..."
 
Bette heard a muffled gasp, and turned to find Melissa's hand inside her panties, fingers working on her clit. Melissa blushed crimson as she saw Bette watching her - but she did not stop. Her eyes went back to her husband, her thoughts back to what she would do to his cock the next time they were together.
 
Becky had her top open and was massaging her breasts with one hand. Her other was inside her slacks. She, too, was slouched down in her chair, legs spread wide, watching intently through glassy eyes.
 
Feels so good....
 
"In a moment you're going to find yourself back here with us, back on the couch and wide awake. You will see how obviously excited your wife is, and you will know that thinking about your hard cock is what has made her so excited. A hard cock is so exciting... so very arousing... think about it... think about a hard cock... you know what it's like to taste a hard cock, to please a hard cock... you know that your wife loves seeing a hard cock... she loves watching a hard cock sucked and licked and fondled and caressed. She loves it. She finds it so very arousing... So arousing..."
 
"And, for the rest of the evening, you will find yourself feeling very relaxed, very open, very free and uninhibited. You want to please her, you want to please her in any way you can. You love pleasing her, you love seeing her so aroused and excited. Being so free and so uninhibited will make it so very easy to please her."
 
"And, for the rest of the evening, you will find that hearing me say the phrase 'aroused and relaxed' will allow you to quickly and easily sink back down to this same level of relaxation and excitement that you are now enjoying. Every time you hear me say the phrase 'aroused and relaxed', your body will relax completely, your mind will clear, and the pinball of your thoughts will disappear, taking all your thoughts and cares with it. Hearing me speak that phrase will instantly bring you back to this place, this place of total relaxation and intense excitement. Is this acceptable to you?"
 
Bette smiled as both men said yes. She had not expected any other answer. She glanced back to find Becky hurriedly buttoning her top, and Melissa straightening her skirt. Both women's faces were flushed.
 
"Also, you are going to notice something when you open your eyes. You are already aware that you are sitting nude on the couch. You are aware of how excited you are, how aroused. You are fully aware of how hard, how wonderfully hard, your beautiful cock is. And you know, deep inside, that a hard cock is a beautiful, exciting thing to see. In a moment you may even discover that yours is not the only beautiful, hard, throbbing cock here. You may find another hard beautiful cock very close by. This discovery will excite you in ways you never imagined possible. You will find that the sight of a hard, waiting, willing cock excites you, arouses you - because you know it also excites and arouses her."
 
"Is this acceptable to you?"
 
The three women waited expectantly, Becky and Melissa still in their chairs, hands and fingers poised against nipples and clits, straining to hear the enthralled men's responses. Bette was barely breathing, studying the men's faces.
 
Both their faces reddened slightly. Chad's mouth moved first, his voice hesitant - but he replied yes. Larry's reply was yes as well.
 
All three women breathed a sigh of relief. Becky's and Melissa's both quickly became barely-contained squeals of passion as both women climaxed, their thoughts both centering on what the next few hours would bring. Bette sighed happily and continued.
 
"Very good. And now, on the count of three, you will return from this place of total relaxation and intense excitement - but the feelings of excitement, of arousal, will remain with you, and grow even more intense as time goes by tonight. You know she loves watching a hard cock receive the care and attention it needs. You want to please her. You want to bring her pleasure. Coming back on the count of three, one...breathing is coming back to normal now...two...body starting to move...becoming aware of your surroundings...three...wide awake and alert...wide awake and alert..."
 
Chad's eyelids fluttered open. His eyes slowly focused on Bette, who stood in front of the couch smiling gently. He smiled as well, somewhat crookedly. "Holy shit", he said hoarsely, as his eyes dropped to his swollen member.
 
Larry was recovering as well, blinking away the fog from his mind. He heard Chad's voice, and his eyes were drawn to where Chad was looking. He found himself staring at Chad's throbbing cock.
 
"Jesus", he muttered, his eyes widening. Bette watched closely, ready to send them back into trance if things didn't go as she hoped.
 
Chad's head snapped sideways as he remembered he wasn't alone on the couch. He looked at Larry, stunned, and then noticed that Larry, too, was quite naked - and quite hard.
 
Before he could say a word, another sound attracted their attention. They looked over and saw their wives, sitting in their chairs, legs askew, staring at them with wide eyes. Melissa's fingers were clearly inside her panties, and Becky now had her top off and was fondling her breasts.
 
"Jesus", both men whispered.
 
"Welcome back", Bette said conversationally. "I guess you can tell that your lovely wives like what they see. And I don't think it would take much for you to really send them over the edge. I mean, it's obvious that the sight of two hard, beautiful cocks really turns them on. A hard cock IS such a fucking turnon, isn't it? The way the veins stand out, the way it moves and waves, the way it just looks like it wants to be touched... Can you imagine how much they would enjoy watching those two hard, beautiful cocks being cared for? Imagine it... Just imagine...."
 
Bette fell silent. The men glanced at her curiously, then looked back at their wives, then at Bette again, then at their wives again. Both women were slouched low in their chairs, whimpering and moaning. Chad found himself staring into Becky's glazed eyes, and saw her mouth moving.
 
"Please, lover. Please. God, it would make me so hot..." Her voice died away as her body shuddered, her eyes closing for a moment before again opening and fixing themselves on his.
 
Melissa stared at her husband. "Yeah, baby. You know you want to. You know you're aching to find out what it's like. Find out. Make me crazy. Go for it, baby... go for it..."
 
The men stared at their wives incredulously. Bette spoke softly.
 
"...Just imagine... a hard cock... you know how it feels in your hand, you know how it feels. Imagine how hot they are right now, waiting, wanting, wanting to see your hard cocks at work... and your strong hands... and your warm mouths... God, it's so exciting..."
 
Chad's eyes slowly dropped to his cock, throbbing and waving. He stared at it for some time, as if he'd never seen it before. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his hand moved closer to it, closer and closer. Finally, his hand closed tightly around his throbbing cock and he squeezed hard. He closed his eyes and shuddered, his breath escaping in a ragged sigh.
 
"Oh, God...", he muttered.
 
Larry watched his wife stand up and drop her skirt and panties. She sat back down, legs wide, and resumed massaging her clit - her eyes fixed on Chad's hard cock. "Holy shit", Larry said under his breath. He glanced at Chad's hard cock, his hand slowly pumping, his body heaving with every breath. With one more quick glance at his wife, he moved his hand as well...
 
...and slowly closed it around the base of Chad's cock. Chad's eyes jerked open to find two hands around his cock. Larry squeezed a bit more - just a bit. He knew exactly what a hard cock needed to feel pleasure.
 
"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........", Chad said. Rather, it was not something he consciously said, it was a sound that came from deep within him, a sound of pleasure as he felt two strong hands around his cock.
 
Chad's wide eyes darted to Larry, who sat there with a bright red face, his eyes locked wonderingly on Chad's throbbing cock even as his hand was locked tightly around it.
 
Chad shuddered heavily, once, twice... and then his hand, too, began to move. Seconds later, Larry felt something strong and yet tender close around his own straining rod - and he looked down to find Chad's hand there.
 
"Jesus", he said yet again. He looked up and found himself staring at Chad. They looked at each other for a spilt second - and then each gave one more squeeze, lightly, knowingly. No words were passed, neither of them dared to say anything. But each made his intent known - and each accepted the intent of the other.
 
Both men closed their eyes and leaned back on the couch, hands pumping their neighbor's cock. Before long, Larry reached over and cupped Chad's balls in his other hand, and squeezed again. Chad moaned, his head rolling back and forth on the couch.
 
Bette could hardly contain herself. Her desire to strip and please herself was intense, as real and intense as the men's obvious pleasure at their new discovery. But she could not take care of herself, not yet. She had to keep an eye on things.

Not so for the wives. Both were now naked, no longer in the chairs. Melissa lay on the floor, head on a pillow, one hand roaming her body while the other rested snugly between her legs. Becky leaned against the wall, crouched down, knees bent, one hand between them, the other in her mouth. Both women were staring fixedly at their husbands.
 
The husbands were now getting lost in the sensations. They moaned and shook as they masturbated each other, hands jerking, stroking, pumping. Chad reached out blindly, found Larry's left nipple - and gave it a not-so-gentle twist. Larry's mouth fell open, and he groaned a groan of pure abandon.
 
Their actions were more hurried now, less restrained. Both were obviously approaching climax, Bette knew. She noticed the precum on the tips of their cocks, the wetness gleaming, a sure sign of what was to come.
 
With a hoarse cry, Chad did indeed cum. Larry kept pumping, stroking, and squeezing as Chad shot his load high in the air. Chad's hips bucked wildly as he rode Larry's hand to orgasm.
 
Larry heard that sound, knew what it was, for he had made it so many times himself. He tensed as his balls contracted and his toes curled under. Oh, God, he thought dimly, Chad's gonna bring me off... holy SHIT!
 
Suddenly, to his astonishment, and no little dismay, Chad's hand was removed from his aching cock. He cried out in shock, opening his eyes to find Chad staggering off the couch. To his even greater shock, Chad dropped to his knees in front of him.
 
"What the hell, right, buddy?", Chad asked hoarsely, as he lowered his head over Larry's cock.
 
Larry's head fell back against the couch, and he stared up at the ceiling as his friend took him into his mouth.
 
"Jesus", he whispered.
 
Becky and Melissa were almost beside themselves, writhing wildly on the floor as their husbands pleased each other. Becky had toppled to the floor, her knees having given out, and had come to rest beside Melissa. Again, there was no conscious thought involved as their hands began to explore each other. Their eyes remained on their husbands.
 
Chad stared at Larry's cock, so close and so hard. He noticed the gleam of wetness on the tip. Yeah, that's familiar, he thought somewhat nervously. Yeah, I've seen that. I can do this. She's gonna get so hot watching this... I'm gonna make him cum, and she's gonna get so hot...
 
Chad took Larry into his mouth. Slowly, wondering how Becky did this without biting him, he moved his head up and down. Larry moaned aloud, and Chad glanced up to see Larry's head rolling back and forth.
 
Jesus. Maybe I really CAN do this, Chad thought. And he tried just a little bit harder, his breath still short from his own orgasm. I'm gonna make him cum like he made me cum, and the women are gonna go nuts...
 
The women may have already been nuts, medically speaking. They now sat side by side on the floor, in about the same position the men had been in when they had been masturbating each other. For that is exactly what the women were doing, caressing each others clits while watching their husbands together.
 
Chad's head bobbed up and down, slowly at first, and then more quickly as he figured out what Larry's different noises meant. Yeah, he thought slowly, I've made that noise. She's doing good when I make that sound so I must be doing all right now...
 
Larry's hands were moving, although it was not technically him moving them. They were moving down, his hands going around the head between his legs, pulling it closer, driving his cock even deeper into that willing mouth.
 
Chad felt hands in his hair, felt himself being pulled closer to Larry's shuddering body. Holy shit, he thought, Larry's really getting into this. I must be doing SOMETHING right...Let's try this...
 
Quickly, he ran his tongue around the tip of Larry's cock, then slid it up and down the underside, all the way up, and all the way down to his balls. Larry moaned and pulled him closer as Chad again took him deep into his mouth. Chad was too new at this to realize when his partner was ready to cum. He missed the signs, the slight hesitation, the tiny shudders, the deep deep breath. Bette knew those signs and wondered how Chad would react to a mouthful of cum. She prepared herself to send him into trance if he didn't react well.
 
Larry groaned loudly and pulled Chad tight against him. He froze for a split second before throwing his head back and howling.
 
Chad, however, sensed that something was different. At the last instant, he pulled away from Larry's grasp, and as Larry grunted and heaved, Chad wrapped his hand around Larry's cock.
 
When Larry came a split-second later, it was not in Chad's mouth. It was, instead, all over Bette, who had come closer to make sure she could follow everything that was going on. Chad pumped and pumped until his friend was dry, lying spent on the couch, breathing heavily and moaning.
 
Bette looked down at her sodden clothing and laughed aloud.
 
Chad whirled around and found himself looking up at a very soaked Bette, who stood just inches behind him. She laughed again at his expression.
 
"Just for the record, I think you two are great", Bette said, as she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Then she leaned over and kissed the gasping Larry on the forehead as well. Larry opened his eyes and smiled tiredly at her before looking down at Chad.
 
"Hey, you. I almost hate to say this - but you ain't bad." He, too, laughed, somewhat weakly, at Chad's expression.
 
Chad grinned, his face flushing brightly. They turned as they heard movement. Becky and Melissa had risen to their feet, and were heading towards them with a purpose.
 
Becky pushed Chad back on the floor and fell on top of him, kissing him passionately. Melissa knelt on the couch, trapping Larry's legs between hers, and pinned him to the back of the couch with a long, deep kiss.
 
Bette smiled and sighed. Knowing the two couples would be busy for some time, she walked slowly into the kitchen to clean herself up a bit and to get a glass of water. As she sipped it, she noticed it had become quite quiet in the other room.
 
Curiously, she went back in to find all four of them standing there, still nude, smiling at her as she entered. "Is everything OK?", she asked, somewhat concerned. She had expected them to be lost in the throes of passion by now.
 
"We're fine", Larry replied. "We just wanted to thank you for opening our eyes a bit, and we wanted to know if you wanted to watch the rest of the movie."
 
Bette blinked away her surprise. This isn't at all what I expected, she thought wonderingly. But she nodded agreeably. "Um, sure, OK. Will we watch the part with the guys now as well?", she added with a quick grin at the men. They laughed.

"Oh, we'll do more than that", Chad answered cryptically.
 
Even more puzzled, Bette sat back down as Larry turned on the VCR and the TV. Larry turned to look at her as the picture came on. "Oh, by the way, you won't be needing your clothes. Besides, they're quite a mess, really." Before Bette could react, all four of them were around her, pulling her clothing off, until she stood there, naked and astounded, in the midst of them.
 
"Like we said, we wanted to thank you. This is the only the opening act. We know you'll enjoy it", Becky said as she winked at Bette and motioned for her to sit down. She did, still uncertain as to what was going to happen next.
 
The tape in the VCR came on, the same one as they'd been watching before - but, to Bette's astonishment, the two married couples began to act out every scene as best they could. Right in front of her.
 
On the screen, two women clung to each other in a wild embrace. Before her, Becky and Melissa did the same, their lips grinding together in a passionate kiss.
 
On the screen, a man hovered over a woman, his cock sinking deep into her with every thrust of his hips. Before her, Chad's body rose and fell above Becky's as they fucked on the floor. On the screen, two women licked each other's clits. Before her, Becky and Melissa were in the classic 69 position, moaning and sighing happily.
 
Bette sank back in her chair and began massaging her clit.
 
On the screen, two men looked at each other with a gleam in their eyes. Before her, Chad and Larry looked at each other, then at their wives - and then at Bette. As the men on the screen began fondling each other, Chad and Larry sat on the floor beside each other, facing Bette - and proceeded to masturbate each other, much as they had on the couch.
 
Bette sank her fingers a bit deeper inside herself and moaned.
 
Chad and Larry's eyes were moving from Bette to each other. As they pumped, they watched Bette caressing herself, squirming in her chair, settling down into it as her legs spread even wider apart. She watched them please each other as they watched her please herself.
 
As their wives cheered them on while teasing each other's clits, Chad and Larry pumped each other's cocks with increasing fervor. Bette stared through glassy eyes at the men stroking each other, at the women caressing each other. Incredible, she thought vaguely. Just incredible.
 
Bette moaned loudly, her body becoming rigid just as she felt the first climax hit her. The watching men gripped each other harder and came within seconds. Their cum rained down on Bette as she screamed and cried out and laughed and screamed again.