Chapter 1

“What I’m trying to explain to you, is the I don’t know if I’d get horny or not. The only other time that I’ve seen another man’s cock since we got married, was when you brought that movie projector home with the eight millimeter films that we watched. I damn sure got horny that night! We couldn’t wait to get into bed, neither of us sleeping until daylight. We were so fucked out we just laid around most of Sunday!”

“Did looking at cocks before we got married, turn you on?”

The blonde wife looked at her husband reflectively.

“Well, I guess so.”

“What do you mean, you guess so?”

“I mean yes! Of course it turned me on. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I didn’t want to hear anything in particular, only the truth. My point is that nudity can be sexy as hell.”

“Of course it can be sexy as hell, I just don’t know if only looking at just a man’s cock would turn me on or not.”

Bill’s eyebrows shot up.

“And that’s what I’m trying to explain to you, that how could you know how your body and mind will act unless you experience a given set of circumstances. Sometimes, something might sound exciting, however in the real world, fact and fantasy might be totally different.”

Lisa grinned back at Bill.

“And just what have you got planned? The last time you started this kind of conversation, you brought home a few fuck movies. Now if the guy was jacking off his cock, and if it was erect, then it just might get me all turned on!”

“And, what if he wanted you to do the jacking?” her husband asked with raised eyebrows.

The pert blonde housewife grinned impishly at her husband.

“Now I don’t know who’s talking about fact, and who’s talking about fantasy. Did you bring another of those films home and if you did, let’s get it out and get it on. To tell you the truth, all this talking about sex has me just a little turned on. In fact, it’s got me a lot turned on. I’m starting to get damp just thinking about getting it on tonight.”

“No honey, I didn’t bring any film home, but if you’re serious about seeing a film tonight, we can go to that adult theater on Alameda Street and watch one, then come back home and make love and drink brandy again.” “I don’t know if I’d rather make love, or just fuck. Actually, I think I’d rather fuck, it sounds dirtier! Do they really show everything in the Adult Movies?”

“You bet your sweet ass, they show everything. It’s not any different than the eight millimeter films I borrowed and brought home, except they are feature length films, with color and sound, like any other movie.”

“Do couples go to those movies?”

“I think that there’s more single men there, or maybe married men on a night away from their wives, but there are couples, and once in a while a single lady comes in.”

“So, they only sit there and watch the movies, getting all sexed up, is that it?”

“Well, not always. Most of the time there are guys jacking off in the back row, also sometimes a couple will get so excited that they make it right there in the theater.”

“Do you mean the men actually masturbate right there in the theater, with their pricks out, with everything showing?” “Sure, although it’s a little dark for sight seeing.”

“But, what if someone should see them.”

“So what if they did?”

“Well, I don’t know, Bill, but it seems to me that they wouldn’t want anyone seeing them jack off.”

“Not necessarily true, my love. Some of them may get off on having somebody watch them jack off, while others probably get off, on watching. Nothing like a little voyeurism to speed up the old bodily juices.”

“Well, it’s speeding up my bodily juices, talking about watching. I wonder what it would be like, seeing some guy take his cock out and jack it off in a movie theater?”

“As much as you like my cock, you’d probably go bananas, grabbing hold of it to help.”

“I wonder how many strokes they’d let me take?”

“How many do you want to take?”

“Bill, you know me. I never get turned off, so I’d probably want to pump on the old handle all night long. Jesus, but I’m getting horny talking about all this illicit sexual action.” “Well then Lisa, let’s get going and watch a couple of guys jack off.”

“Jesus Bill baby,” Lisa groaned, “that turns me on, thinking about seeing some guys jacking off, so much so that I’d like to make love right here and now. All of this talking about sex, gets me excited, but if you want to go to a screw movie, then why not. I’m game if you are, so give me a few minutes to get dressed, don’t want to wear these Levi’s to the show.”

She spun, then turned back to face Bill.

“Do you really think that some man would jack off with me watching?”

“If you don’t get ready, you’ll never find out, now will you?” She rushed from the room, her curvaceous ass undulating as she almost ran down the hall to the bedroom.

Stripping off her Levi’s and sweater, Lisa ran her hands over her brassiered breasts then removed her white bra. Her luscious breasts spilled from the brassiere cups, standing out from her rib cage, quivering pink tipped nipples firm from thinking about screwing. After all, if she got turned on in the movie, it would be nice if Bill could touch her nipples.

She quickly rushed into the shower, lathered her body with soap suds and hot water, then just as quickly rinsed with cold water, almost leaping out of the shower to dry, humming while she rubbed the towel over her body until it glowed from the cold water rinse and the towel.

It had worked again. It always worked. Even when Lisa was a little girl, it had worked. Lisa thought about her power.

She’d found out when she was very young that if she thought hard enough about anything that she could influence the end result and bend the actions of others around to her pleasure. It was something like wishing to make it so. If she wished, she could make almost anything happen. As she’d grown more experienced, she had refined the techniques she used, until now she didn’t even have to think when she practiced her power.

Distance seemed to have no effect on her power, it was more a matter of knowing the person involved. She couldn’t cause an effect on a person she’d personally never met, but if she’d either seen some one in the past, or at present was in proximity to the person she’d met, she could make them do almost anything within reason she desired. Even some very foolish things. She would move her thought to what she called her echo chamber, a hollow between the top of her spine and the back of her brain. It was here that the thought process generated, and when she put her thoughts into words, she could hear an echo of those words from her chamber.