In Part 3, we met some new couples to share webcam sex; enjoyed a threesome with one of my former students and I lost a bet, leading to an evening of CFNM fun and group sex. How will our meeting with our webcam friends work out? Will it be a one-off or just the first of many? Will I win the bet, or have to suffer again? If I win, what will I make her do? And if I lose, what will she have in store for me? Will our sex life branch out into new and different directions?
On reflection, losing the bet to my wife had not been a dreadful thing. Admittedly, there were times when I felt extremely vulnerable, but that can be quite a turn on in itself. Ultimately, I had sex with five beautiful women, and had to promise a sixth that she could join my wife and I for a threesome - albeit under the firm control of the two females.
All of this began one day when I decided to try out my learning from a course in hypnosis. The impact had been massive. I had placed my wife under a mild trance and implanted a suggestion, at her request. I had suggested that she should act on her own desires, overlooking the conditioning of society and prudery of her parents.
It transpired that her natural desires ran way beyond anything I had expected, and I now lived, day to day, with an uninhibited woman. Indeed, Chrissie seemed to be limited solely by the consent of others - so there was no chance she would suddenly strip in the local supermarket or pounce on some unsuspecting person in the street.
The other limitation of my disinhibiting suggestions was when I was not involved. This came to light when several aspiring models approached me asking for photoshoots. I was setting up a photography business, and had contacted former students.
During their shoots, they had asked me to help them overcome their taboos, and I had agreed, to significant effect. However, they had found that, unless they brought an image of my face and voice to their minds, their limitations remained. My wife had not experienced this, as she was with me for much of the time anyway.
It left me in a hugely powerful position, of course, but also a massively vulnerable one. Anyone who I had hypnotised would unleash their fantasies - and as I was the only male around when this happened, I was the one who they targeted. Except, of course, in group settings - where any member of the group was fair game.
It was now two weeks since I had paid off the debt for losing a bet to my wife. In a week we were due to meet a lovely couple who we had met on webcam, and who had proposed that we remove the problems created by webcam sex (doing it and watching at the same time) by meeting in a hotel. However, before that, I needed to make a few phone calls.
Putting my phone on speaker, I called Cat, Emily, Mel and Deep - four students who I used to lecture at University and who had been my first models. They had all participated in my forfeit for losing a bet to my wife.
At the time, my wife had been certain that would want to recreate our sex party, and had been certain that within two weeks, they would have got together with some vulnerable male for another night of CFNM and lesbianism. They had explained that their taboos would return and no such thing could happen. I now needed to find out if they had been right - and if so, I would be able to get my revenge.
Each call followed a similar format - polite conversation, offers to come and model for me again, perhaps have another get-together - then the question:
"Have you all got together for another evening like the one at our house?"
And the answer. Each time a variation on the same theme:
"Well, we've been for drinks together and plenty of coffee, but nothing like that. We don't really want to, to be honest."
Chrissie listened to each reply, resignation increasing with each call, while I felt a sense of smug satisfaction.
"Well," pouted my wife, "I knew that's what'd happen. I just wanted to give you a chance to win something for once. How about another bet? Double or quits?"
Smiling, I refused. I wanted to have something I could store up - the problem was, I had no idea what her forfeit could be. I decided to keep it in reserve. Surely an opportunity would arise in the near future.
I thought about our little group of students, so willing to participate in our sexual shenanigans - yet so rarely sexually active in their lives away from us. To date, we had enjoyed a threesome with Cat, my original model, an evening of CFNM, featuring me with four of them, and an afternoon of CFNM with Sophie, who had been unable to attend the original evening. I could see them spending plenty of time with us in future, as models and sexual partners.
However, more pressing at this point was our first full swap. We had met a lovely couple, Kelly and Sean, when we had decided to try having sex on a public webcam site. Over the following weeks, the four of us met up on a weekly basis, adding other couples along the way, and now we had arranged to meet Kelly and Sean at a hotel this weekend.
Chrissie had been extremely excited at the prospect, and had bought two new outfits. The first, for meeting them socially early in the evening, was a pleasant dress, which emphasised her impressive curves and showed a mouth-watering amount of cleavage. The second included purple lingerie, a short skirt and a white top which plunged deeply between her breasts, and promised sex.
Our kids had gone to her mother's for lunch, when we would meet Kelly and Sean, see if the same attraction experienced on webcam was still present, and decide whether or not to meet up later in their hotel room. Then, Chrissie's mother would have the kids overnight, when, all being well, we would be with Kelly and Sean, fucking into the night.
As soon as we arrived, it was obvious how well we all got on. There were no uncomfortable silences, conversation flowed, and there was none of the sordid 'double-entendre' or irritating lechery which might have occurred. When we parted, there were smiles, handshakes and kisses exchanged, and there was no surprise to receive a text message saying that they were keen to meet later - we replied that we couldn't wait.
So it was that we met in the hotel bar, and after one drink, made our way upstairs to their room.
Kelly, like Chrissie, had dressed for sex. She wore a low-cut top, which plunged between her small breasts, and a tight, pencil skirt which hugged her slim hips, emphasising the swell of her buttocks. Both women had attracted admiring views from men in the bar, which had certainly excited them as felt the eyes follow every sway of their hips and bounce of their breasts.
Now that we had reached the room, it was noticeably clear that both had erect nipples, clearly defined through the tight clothing they had chosen.
Sean and I had both opted for trousers and open-necked shirts. For most men, dressing to look sexy is pretty much impossible, in my view. He looked comfortable, very slim and wiry, with blonde hair and blue eyes, like his wife.
We all settled on the bed, and for the first time, there was an uncomfortable silence. Finally, Sean spoke.
"We thought a game, perhaps? I know it's boring, but strip poker? Lowest hand takes something off?"
We nodded and smiled.
"Once naked," Sean continued, "forfeits - until we get bored and just want to move things on."
"How about a slight difference?" Suggested Chrissie, to my surprise. "What if the winner takes something off the person of their choice?"
