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He nodded and let out a breath through his nose. "Yeah," he admitted. "Hypnosis isn't all that cut-and-dried. Some of those women recalled little bits of what had happened, or inadvertently dropped hints that they'd been getting laid. None of them were mad at me, but their husbands got suspicious. Also, I had them bring in their husbands for couples therapy if that seemed like it was necessary. A lot of those guys were really resistant to my suggestions. In several cases, it was because they'd been cheating on their wives and loved the women they were with more than their spouse anymore.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Her mother asleep against the door, her head turned to the side, her hospital blanket still tucked around her. “Mum,” Elena breathed. Then Victor Blackwood’s voice came through the speaker, calm and almost bored. “Bring me your wife, Adrian.” Adrian’s hand tightened around the phone. Victor continued, softer now. “Or Mrs Hart never wakes up.”

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

I clenched my fists and followed the doctor out of the room. Once we were in his office, I didn’t even wait for him to sit down. “What the fuck is going on?!” I roared. “Explain. Now.” The doctor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was going to break this down slowly. But you clearly want the truth right now.” I narrowed my eyes, fists still trembling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Killian,” he said softly. “But it appears… your wife has forgotten some memories with you.”

she complained. It was her first day in class but instead of stopping what he was doing, he turned her to him and they did French kiss. All her protests died down when he pulled up her pencil cut skirt then put his hand inside her undwear. He slid his middle finger in her slit .She moaned his name as he inserted two fingers in her sex. He kept on playing with her swollen bud while his lips found their way to her breasts. She didn’t even noticed that her husband was able to unbutton her top. It was always like this when he did lustful things to her body. She was like being hypnotized because her husband was addictive.

"Chrissie, you gave me permission to use any stimuli during hypnosis that I deemed worthy. No harm was done, and we did see a similar response from you as your husband described from your first meeting. In light of that small breakthrough, I believe that my decision was intuitive in helping you." Race watched in fascination as his wife closed her eyes and breathed deeply -- like she'd done during the hypnosis -- and relax her body. Amazing. "I suppose you are correct, Dr. Gray," she replied in a moderated tone. She looked up at him, astutely avoiding Race's gaze. "So, what happened?"

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”