Eric's surprise was a joy to behold as he asked, “How do you know?”
“ I can tell. I get memory flashbacks, and can't control myself. This was real. This was my man making a fabulous dinner and making an effort to clean the house before I got home, just because he knew it would make me happy.”
“ So this was just you wanting me?”
“ Exactly.”
Eric made a half-smile that she recognized when he thought of something clever.
“ What is it?”
“ I should have realized. I am a cop, and it's the entire basis of law enforcement.”
“ What is?”
“ Most people only choose to obey the law as long as everyone else is, and they see that the rules are being enforced somewhat fairly. That's what cops do. We keep the law mostly by making sure everyone knows it is being enforced. Almost everyone gets in line, and you only need to worry about a handful of sociopaths, addicts, and idiots.”
“ So we are giving each other what we wanted because we know there is enforcement going on?”
“ Maybe. I cleaned up the house because you have made me happy this week. I wanted to do something nice for you.”
Megan realized something. “So you knew I had these triggers in me, and you deliberately tried to avoid using them?”
“ Well, yeah. I married Dr. Bitch, not some mindless slave. I didn't think you would forgive me if I stomped on your choices like that.”
She kissed him on the lips, feeling tears flow from her eyes.
“ What's wrong?”
“ Nothing. I always loved that about you, that you loved me for who I was.”
“ Why else would I marry you?”
“ I think you just earned a present.”
“ What's that?”
“ Permission. You can go ahead and use the triggers if you want. I do want the house clean, and don't want you to only do your share when I am not around. Anyway, you just proved worthy of an incredible amount of trust. I know you won't abuse the triggers, but I hope you never feel like they are the only way we get to have sex. Hell, I always did find it sexy when you did housework.” I will throw away Esmer's envelope in the morning.
The sly smile returned to Eric's face.
“ What is it now?” Megan asked.
“ Haven't you noticed the pattern to Esmer's hypnosis?”
“ What do you mean?”
“ There is an ironic association between the trigger and the act. Vacuuming triggering oral sex. Laundry triggering a strip tease.”
“ Dishes triggering masturbation?”
“ A bit tenuous, but scrubbing? Yeah, I see the connection.”
Megan remembered how watching him put stuff away made her think of things being put in their proper place, including his cock in her pussy, and sexy lingerie being used for sex. She knew he was right. “Okay, why are you giving me that smile.”
He looked at her with a grin of absolute mischief. “You're sure you are okay with me using your triggers?” His hands roamed down her back, and squeezed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Ooh, that feels nice.
“ Yes, I already said so. Why?”
“ Because I'm not sure we've discovered all the triggers.”
Megan's eyes widened in surprise.
Eric's eyes danced. “I think I should clean the bathroom.”
Megan felt a nether orifice clench in anticipation — and it wasn't her pussy. Oh no…
…And they lived happily ever after.