Hypno-tricked Wives

The last set-up would be the best, Jason promised. But it would have to take place out of town so Linda wouldn’t worry about being seen by anyone she knew. And we’d all want to bring high powered binoculars. Pre-season football had begun, and Jason told Brian to insist they go to one of the Friday night high school games about a half an hour away. Brain was supposed to tell Linda he’d heard about one of the running backs and wanted to watch him play while it was still warm at night.

As with all of Jason’s plans, it was fairly simple. The first part of things would happen in the stands, and we’d watch from the stands on the opposite side. Then if things went well, there was a private area behind the school’s utility complex. Of course, Linda wouldn’t know about the second part. All she’d know was that this was her last ‘payment’. If she did what she was told, the whole thing would be over and she’d hear about it again.

Her instructions were to sit in the stands with Brian, catch the attention of one or more men, and give them a few wide open up-the-skirt views. She didn’t know, of course, that Brian would conveniently not notice. Then at half time, she had to give the man she’d flashed a sealed envelope. Jason told her she’d find the envelope in her mailbox on Thursday, but if she opened it before it was time, Brian would know all about her bachelorette party fling by Saturday morning.

When Jerry and I arrived at the stadium that Friday, we saw that she’d obeyed the first part of her instructions. She and Brian were seated about twenty rows up, with her on the aisle. She wore a light-weight beige jacket, partially open to show a peach colored blouse. Her skirt was dark brown, and just long enough to cover her knees as she sat. She was wearing open-back casual shoes, and kept her feet flat on the ground, her knees together, but her feet apart. It was a clever way to comply with the instructions. She appeared to be sitting modestly from above, but anyone who cared to look could see under her legs and up the skirt for a moment or two as they climbed the bleacher stairs.

She knew she had to attract an audience, and she probably thought the little preview she was offering might do the trick. She was right. Every male climbing those stairs managed a quick glance, but most were either with a group of people, or a wife or girlfriend, and had to continue up the stairs