Wife Hypnotized

ne day, my friend Otis came over. He was supposed to fix a pipe that had burst outside the house about a week prior. This guy was a good friend but also a complete asshole when it came to women. He was married but a constant cheater. His wife knew but seemed to turn a blind eye because he made a lot of money and kept her happy with expensive gifts. Otis was blonde, about 6’2”, and worked out at the gym. He was one of those showboatsyou would consider a muscle-head. My wife thought he was a complete asshole. She didn’t like anything about him, always complaining that he had bad body odor. I’d crack up, saying, “That’s a working man! He smells like a real man; no man should smell like that. I wouldn’t even share a bed with you if you smell like that,” she’d always say.

The day Otis came over, he was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans. His big, muscular arms were sticking out of the sleeves, and the jeans were tight around his ass. My wife was in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from breakfast, and I was standing outside with Otis, showing him where the broken pipe was. As we walked back to the house, Otis said, “Damn, your wife has a nice ass!” I looked at him and said, “Yeah, she does!” Then, he said, “I bet she’d look even better with my cock buried deep inside her.” I could tell he was trying to get a rise out of me, so I just smiled and said, “Well, maybe you should find out!”

He laughed and said, “I’ll take your word for it.” He went back to work, and I went inside to talk to my wife. In casual talk my voice changed; I put it under hypnosis again. I asked her questions. Would you think about it, Irene? With the answers, it would be, but I just needed to lay the groundwork before putting the subliminal messages into her head: “He’s an asshole, a cheater, and he stinks,” all the things she already knew. So I suddenly say, “You find him attractive if you please look him over.” Her eyes. I told her to repeat what I said: “I find him attractive,” and she slowly says, “I find him attractive. You would want to fuck him if I wasn’t around. I would fuck him if you weren’t. You’re going to flirt with them after you wake from this. You’re going around.” feel great and rested. Snapping my fingers three times: wakey wakey. My wife Jody felt rested and energized. “Are you okay?” I asked her, “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. She feels great. “Why?” Because you just kind of drifted off, and I was just checking on you. “No, I’m fine,” she continued in the kitchen. I went outside and called Otis over. “If he could look at and check a leak underneath the sink,” I just wanted to see if the subliminal messages I put into my wife’s head stuck. I informed her I was going to be outside, as old as I looked underneath the sink.