Hypnotized Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Fuschia clench her fist as Elysian began to talk. “That story… really intriguing. Where did you hear that story, Your Highness?” “Nah, it’s just from a romantic novel I read. So, just tell me, what kind of magic does the husband used?” “Well, I think there’s no magic involvement in this case.” “Impossible! Then what about when she slept with another man who had her husband's face? Isn't the wife being tricked with magic like hypnosis?”

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

He was working but his mind was never in the work, it kept running wild. He remembered how his legs got numb and he couldn't move from his position. His eyes got stuck on her and it looked as if he was enchanted by her. It really took him all he got not to move forward and devour that temptation that stood in front of her. Still yet, he couldn't even turn and walk away, he was hypnotized by her beauty. Seeing that milky, pale, delicate body, his mind stopped working for a moment. When he got out of his trance, he tried speaking but lost his voice. He was shocked at his action, he's someone that never stutters or waver when speaking but he completely lost his words at the sight of his wife's

"Iris, your deadbeat husband didn't suspect anything, did he? I poured half a bottle of extra-strong itching powder into the air vents. It didn't drive him insane, did it?" Iris dotingly booped his nose. Her tone dripped with contempt for me when she sneered, "He's an idiot; he hasn't got a clue. He really thought I'd gotten my hands on something almost brand new and was crouching there, cleaning it bit by bit, putting up with the pain in his back." "Serves him right!" Tristan snorted. "It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!"

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

“Look, this was her back then. I went to her mother’s funeral. That poor woman walked in on Sloane sleeping with that thug in the house. She had a heart attack and passed away. “Her husband went off to the military. He was sent home due to his wounds, and he thought she had died of an illness. He raised their son on his own while being crippled. And guess what? She was living the good life overseas with that thug. Then, once the son grew up, he came back with her to swindle his father out of the house.” Charlotte’s voice was not loud, but everyone in the hall heard her. The women who were preparing for class exchanged glances.

Watched him fuck me in the mirror: the flex of his back, the way my pussy stretched around him, the obscene wet sounds every time he bottomed out. He set a punishing rhythm, one hand around my throat, the other pinning my bound wrists. “Tell me whose wife you are tonight.” “Yours,” I gasped. “I’m your wife.” He growled, slammed deeper. “Louder.” “I’m Mrs. fucking Whitlock and I want my husband to breed me.” That did it. He snarled, shoved my knees higher, and pounded so hard the headboard cracked against the wall. I came twice more before he buried himself deep and pulsed inside me, hot and endless, claiming.

He said. I swallowed the burning morsel in my throat, and my body shook involuntarily. Not wanting to believe what I was seeing, I didn't resist from gluing my eyes to my laptop's screen, watching how my wife creased her tongue with another man's, and watching how she jerked him close to her so she could enjoy every part of his lips and mouth. "How–how is this possible? I mean, Trisha is a faithful wife. I mean, this can't be." My entire body shook.

James encourges his wife to take lovers. This is a true story as related to me by one of my readers. He commissioned me to do the story and agreed that I could post it (with his wife's permission). It is the story of how he encouraged his wife of ten years to take lovers. He felt that he was incapable of satisfying her completely and worried that she would find other lovers. I have changed the names and situation to protect their identities, but much of it is true, according to him, and I have no reason to doubt his story. He wanted me to do the story in first person as if he were telling it.