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Back to Becky

It was a typical Friday night out for the guys, and Mike was enjoying kicking his feet up, drinking beer, and talking about an aimless mix of sports and pop culture with his buddies. Mike, Daryl, Chris and Steve had met through work several years ago, and had become fast friends. Even though they had mostly moved on to different companies, they still kept in touch and hung out a few times a month.

They played some new game Steve had brought around, and before they knew it, the time for them to part had rolled around. Daryl and Steve had left, and Mike and Chris were alone, chatting a bit while the latter waited for the Uber he had ordered. (He had overdone his drinking a bit, and would have to come by and pick up his car later!)

"Oh, shit," Mike said, looking at his watch. "I just remembered. Me and my wife's anniversary is next week. I haven't made any plans at all."

Chris smiled at Mike unsteadily. "Well, I might have an idea for a nice gift for you and Rebecca."

"Oh, yeah?" Mike said.

"Yeah, you remember how I've been taking hypnosis classes recently? Haven't you said your wife has been really stressed with work and everything? Maybe I could take those concerns off her plate, and help her relax?" Chris said.

Mike rubbed his chin. "Hm... She really could use a day to just unwind and forget about all of her cares. But just doing that seems like a bit of a waste."

"Got something else in mind?" Chris said.

"Well, I've always been curious," Mike said. "My wife's friends from college are all surprised at how straitlaced and mature she is nowadays. Apparently, she was quite the party girl in college. Maybe instead of just helping her forget about all of her stresses, would it be possible for you to put her back into that head space so she can be relaxed and want to have a wild night out with me?"

Chris chucked. "Oh, I could definitely put her back in that college mind set. In fact, I could do you one better. Maybe I could loosen her up a bit, make her just a bit more wild than she was in her college days?"

Mike smiled. He was liking the sound of this more and more.

"Alright, Chris," Mike said. "You've got a deal! Let's have you come over just before we head out for the night. Will that give you enough time?"

"Yeah, it should!"

And so the deal was struck.

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The next week, Mike and Rebecca were gearing up for their anniversary dinner, when there was a ring at the doorbell. Mike went down to answer it, and he greeted Chris happily, and lead him up to bedroom.

"Hey, Rebecca," Mike said. "I got a surprise gift for you!" He motioned towards Chris.

Rebecca frowned. "Oh, uh, is Chris going to be coming with us? I thought it was just going to be us two?"

Mike shook his head. "No, of course not! My buddy Chris agreed to help you with a, uh, sort of guided meditation. He's just going to talk, and help you relax. Then you won't have to worry about all of the crap at work while we enjoy our night out!"

Rebecca shifted uneasily. "Will that really work? I've been carrying the stress with me for months - if Chris could really help with that... I mean, it's a very thoughtful gift, Mike." She gave a soft smile at her husband.

Chris gave a strange look at Mike. He wasn't quite sure why Mike didn't say that the 'guided meditation' was hypnosis, but if Rebecca wanted to relax, it was the same for him either way.

"So, uh, how do we do this?" Rebecca said.

Chris nodded. "Well, I need to have some privacy with you, and then you'll be ready to enjoy your night out."

"Well, that sounds good to me," Rebecca said.

Chris motioned, and Mike left the room. Chris closed the door behind him.

Mike was curious what the hypnosis process would be like. He could hear the muffled sound of Chris' voice, but couldn't make out what he was saying.

Mike tried pressing his ear up to the door, but Chris seemed to drop to almost a whisper and he couldn't make out any words at all.

Still curious, Mike dropped down, and tried to watch the hypnosis from the gap below the door. It was difficult, but if he really strained, he could just about make out his wife Rebecca sitting on the bed, and Chris beside her whispering in to her ear.

Rebecca looked so peaceful. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed so much less tense than she had been in recent months.

Mike thought he heard the word "college", and Rebecca seemed to smile and nod slightly.

Her breathing seemed to deepen, and she seemed to slump forward as she became more and more relaxed.

Then Mike thought he heard the word "your husband", and his wife's smile seemed to waver for a moment. A little bit of tenseness and nervousness seemed to return to her. What command had Chris given that Rebecca was having such trouble accepting?

Rebecca started shaking her head.

Mike was very curious now. Chris seemed to keep trying to whisper into Rebecca's ear, but she kept shaking her head, and it was apparent that she was on the brink of snapping out of her trance. Chris seemed to have planned for this though, and he pulled out his phone, and a sound started filling the air.

Mike had to cover his ears, because *he* was starting to feel a little out of it, listening to the sound. But the sound seemed to work wonders on his wife. She started relaxing again, and when Chris whispered again into her ears, she just nodded slightly.

The rest of the session seemed to go smoothly. Rebecca just nodded to whispered suggestion after whispered suggestion, and after half an hour, Chris walked towards the door, forcing Mike to quickly stand up and take a step back.

"You guys done?" Mike said.

"Yep," Chris said. "She's still under now, but once you snap your fingers, she'll wake up and be here."

"That's great!" Mike said.

"Oh, and, I got you a gift actually," Chris said. "It's back in my car."

Chris ran out, and came back carrying a skimpy outfit.

"Give this to her," Chris said. "She'll prefer it to what she's wearing now."

Mike smiled. Chris had thought of everything.

"So," Mike said. "She's going to be exactly like she was in college? The same party girl I've heard so much about?"

Chris smiled. "Oh, not exactly. I've significantly reduced her impulse control, and loosened her morals up quite a bit. She's practically shameless now. And I've also increased her sex drive to maximum - she's going to be ready to go on a moment's notice."

"Nice," Mike said.

"Yeah, I think you're going to have a lot of fun tonight," Chris said.

"Man, you're the best!" Mike said. "How can I ever repay you?"

Chris smiled. "No need! I'm just happy that I was able to help you two out."

And with that, Chris was off.

Mike looked at his wife, sitting on the edge of the bed, slumped over, her breathing even and deep. She almost looked like she was sleeping.

Mike rubbed his hands together, ready to enjoy his anniversary with his wife.

He walked up to her, and snapped his fingers.

Rebecca stirred, and looked around a little confused.

"Oh, hi!" she said. She was beaming and full of energy. None of the adult concerns that had bothered her seemed to be weighing on her mind. "Are you ready to go to a club or something? I'm, like, so excited to go out tonight!"

Mike smiled.

Rebecca saw the outfit in his hand.

"Oh, shit, that looks amazing!" she said. "I've totally got to change into it."

She ripped the clothes from his hand, and started changing in front of him.

Mike liked the show, as she got naked, and then quickly pulled on the new outfit. It was a pink mesh tube top, and shorts that wouldn't have looked out of place on a stripper. Mike was pretty sure that he could see his wife's nipples through the holes in the mesh, and he had to admit that she still looked incredible at the age of 35.

With the way that she was dressed, and her current energetic attitude, it would have been easy for someone to mistake her for someone much younger.

"You like?" Rebecca said, spinning for Mike.

He oggled his wife, enjoying every moment. "Yeah, I love it!"

"Oh, stop it you perv," she said playfully. "Let's go to the club quick!"

She practically skipped out of the room, and Mike struggled to keep up with her. Soon they were in the car, and on their way to the club.

"Oh, god, I'm just thinking about tonight," Rebecca said. "I'm so horny, I could fuck a hole football team!"

Mike was getting turned on, listening to her talk that way.

Soon they were at the club. The line was stretching back around the block - which made sense, this was the most popular club in the city. Mike knew the trick though, he walked up to the front of the line, and shook the bouncer's hand, slipping him a $100 bill.

"We should be on the VIP list," Mike said. "Can you see about letting us in?"

The bouncer quickly pocketed the money, and asked to see their id's. They handed them over.

"You're Michael?" the bouncer said.

Mike nodded, and the bouncer handed his card back.

"You're Rebecca?" the bouncer said, looking between the id photo, and the bubbly coed before him.

"Actually, I prefer Becky," she said.

The bouncer pretended to check the list, and nodded at her. "You can go in."

Becky jumped a bit, grabbed her id, and started going in. Mike made to follow her, but the bouncer stopped him.

"The girl's name was on the VIP list, but I didn't see yours at all buddy. You've got to wait at the end of the line like everyone else!"

Mike's heart stopped.

"Wait up for me," he called to Becky. "They said I couldn't go in yet!"

Becky turned around and looked at him impatiently.

"I can't wait all night for you uncle Mike!" she said. "I'm going party inside, you can find me when you get inside."

And with that, she turned around and ran into the lights and thumping music.

Mike was dumbstruck.

His wife had abandoned him. On his anniversary!

And what was that "Uncle Mike" bit?

Mike's head was racing as he walked back to the end of the line, which had gotten longer while him and Becky had been standing there.

Fuck.

He needed to call Chris.

Mike dialed Chris, but it went straight to voice mail. He needed answers right away. He hadn't asked for Becky to think of him as her uncle! At the very least, it was a little too incestuous for Mike's tastes, but he began to wonder if Becky even still saw him as her partner and husband? He had assumed because of her comfort with getting undressed around him, and the way she had been talking that she still knew she was married to him, but was it possible that he had mistaken the behavior of a loose, hard-partying niece for that of a sexy and seductive young wife?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He was going to kill Chris for adding that little "uncle" bit and ruining the night. But Mike realized he needed to calm down. He was jumping to conclusions, right?

Chris was his buddy, and wouldn't screw him over. He just needed to trust that when he got into the club, his wife would be there and they could continue to enjoy their anniversary together.

After an hour and a half, enough people had left the club that Mike was now third in line to get in. He handed his id again to the bouncer, paid cover (!) and got inside.

Inside, the lights and the smoke and the loud music were all so disorienting. Mike didn't know where to find his wife in the mass of people before him.

He wandered about, trying to find her in the crowd.

He thought he saw her from behind, but when he tapped her, it turned out to be another girl in a practically identical outfit.

Mike began to lose hope of finding her, so he decided to take a quick break and use the restroom.

Mike slowly shuffled through the throng of people, and found another line to wait in. Of course.

He looked around, wondering if he should bail, but also feeling the need to pee growing.

Just as he was considering abandoning the line, the door opened, and a man left the restroom, followed by his wife. Her hair was tussled, and her clothes looked like they had been put on in a rush, and we're quite covering her.

Thank god he had found her!

He grabbed her arm.

"Rebecca!" he said. "I'm so happy I found you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, so they did let you in then. What do you want, Uncle Mike?"

"What do you mean, Uncle Mike? And what were you doing just now with that man?" Mike suspected that he knew exactly what she had just been doing in the men's restroom with that man, but he had to hear it from her mouth.

"Why do you need to know?" she said. "You're not my dad, okay? What I do with guys is my business."

Mike's eyes widened. Shit, Chris had really screwed up. His wife was so horny and loose that she had apparently slept with some random club-goer in her husband's absence.

"I'm not your dad, but I am your husband," he said.

"Ew, gross!" Becky said. "You're not my husband. You're my uncle."

At the words 'you're my uncle', Mike felt the world start to spin. They seemed to awaken something in him.

He reeled from the sensation, until he blinked and was again looking a his unruly niece, Becky.

"That's right, I am your uncle, young lady," he said sternly. "And I'm just trying to look out for what's best for you."

"Ugh, just leave me alone, Uncle Mike," she said. "I know you're always thinking about fucking me, but it's never going to happen. I've already slept with three guys tonight, but I'll never sleep with my gross, pervy uncle!"

She turned into the crowd, and ran away.

Mike stood there, watching her weave into the crowd, until he lost her entirely. Fuck. Becky was totally right that he had secretly always wanted to fuck her. That was the real reason he had escorted his young niece from her college dorm to the club, but now he just felt awkward. What was an old man doing in this sea of dancing youths.

Mike sighed, and decided to go back to his car.

He left the club, and as he was getting into the driver's seat, he got a call from Chris.

"Hey, Chris what's up?" Mike said.

"Oh, not much, just calling back from earlier, is everything alright?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, it's fine. I just left my niece at the club. I feel so stupid. Of course she would never fuck her uncle!" Mike said.

Mike heard Chris laughing on the other line, and wondered what he thought was so funny?

"Yeah, that's a real shame, Mike," Chris said. "Your niece Becky really is a hot piece of ass."

"Don't I know it," Mike said. "I masturbate thinking about her all the time. I'll probably just go home and do that again."

"Yeah, why don't you do that, Mike," Chris said, clearly gleeful about something. "Oh, by the way, would it bother you if I fucked Becky at some point?"

Mike frowned. "I mean, she's her own person, as much as I try to steer her in a way that won't make her parents utterly ashamed. If she wanted to fuck you, I wouldn't have any ground for objection. In fact, it might be a good thing. That wild child really needs a good guy to settle down with, and if you could instill some sense of responsibility and modesty in her, it would be a huge help."

"Oh, I'm going to instill something in her, alright," Chris said, before hanging up.

Mike shook his head. He was such a mess. A horny uncle pining after his hot niece. He really should just give up.

Of course she was going to go out and fuck who she wanted. Of course she was going to get drunk and high and party until 3 AM. That's what college students did!

God, thinking about everything she would get up to tonight was just turning him on so bad. He turned his key, and started driving back home. He was going to enjoy his alone time in the bathroom today.