Hypnotized Wife Stories Novels & Stories

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Wanted to grab his razor from the sink and open the door and— My eyes fixed on the razor. Silver. Sharp. It would be so easy. One quick motion across his throat. Watch the light leave his eyes the way he'd watched it leave mine. Justice. Revenge. Murder. I stared at the razor, my mind fracturing between what I knew and what I'd dreamed and what I could prove. Because that was the question, wasn't it? Should I kill my husband for something that hadn't happened yet? For something that might have only been a nightmare?

"He no longer satisfies me in bed. Once he just cums, that's it. He collapses. And he cums faster than my kitchen tap can fill a cup with water.” Oh, shit. I wanted to laugh at that statement. What kind of man cums before a cup can be filled by a running tap? Is her husband really that unsatisfying? She continued. "I swear it and it makes me frustrated!" She rants all these out and closes her eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Another woman with husband problems. I smirked. I felt a stir in my groin. Not now, boy. Not now. I repressed my desires. My cock still twitched at the thought of peeling back those layers, using hypnosis to make this beautiful married woman crave me explicitly.

I would never have done all this I decided to reconsider I apologized for my characters and started becoming nice And..I fell for my husband I fell in love with him.. I don't want a divorce any longer I know he likes me But I'm going to make him confess himself. I'll use bait for him..he won't be able to hide his feelings any longer. He would get to love me and we would just be like R&B .. *Knock knock* I knocked on his door. The door opened slowly "Violet? What are you doing at this time of the night?"he asked.

I just pressed my eyes closed, knowing nothing how to react at this. "Mhmm so where I was. Yeah right, then his hand keeps on crawling till it reaches the bare back of your wife. And your wife being completely naive, she'll get little uncomfortable but soon dash her discomfort when she'll notice the friendly smile that hot guy would be faking. They both will dance to the beats of some dirty lyrics and soon that guy will start bringing his face closer till it would be only inches apart from your wife's face." My face flushed as she continued with her stupid story.

He leaned closer and lowered his voice in a threatening whisper, “Don’t think that being Georgia’s husband means anything. You’re nothing but a kept man living off the Snow family. I’ve seen plenty of guys like you who do nothing but spend a woman’s money. “I’m warning you. Don’t ever spend Georgia’s money. If you know what’s good for you, take a breakup payout and get lost. If not, once Georgia is pregnant with my child, you won’t get a single thing!” I almost spat out my coffee. “Living off the Snow family and spending Georgia’s money, huh?” Over the years, I kept a low profile and handled my family’s capital operations behind the scenes. This idiot actually thought I was some kept man all

The Internet was definitely going to break, just the way I needed it to. "I will make you regret this, Jacobs." It wasn't a threat, it was a promise. Allison never made promises she wouldn't follow through. However, her hands were tied in this circumstance. "This isn't middle school, mischief. I call the shots now. Framed or not, I never put you at gunpoint to sign the contract. You willingly did that to save yourself. Being my wife isn't a favor you're offering, mischief. Just in case you've forgotten, I'll remind you. Being married to me is a job- a job that I generously pay you for. So before you go ahead to do something stupid, remember that you have your pay cheques at stake. And who kn

My wife is pregnant, and I'm a little worried. Before bed, I scroll through a parenting forum and come across an anonymous post. "My husband won't let me have my male best friend's baby. Is this a serious violation of my reproductive rights?" The poster pours her heart out, each line of the post dripping with self-pity. "My doctor said my progesterone levels are low, my her HCG levels aren't doubling as expected, and the gestational sac is implanted close to the scar tissue from my last surgery. If the pregnancy continues, it could cause massive bleeding and put my life at risk. "That's why my husband refuses to let me continue the pregnancy. But he doesn't understand. This baby is the

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

When they met my eyes, they naturally looked away and pretended clueless. Given Nocturne’s reputation, all know that he is a bastard who loves flirting with married women. Probably, they also know that I wouldn’t give in with this bastard’s temptation, which I wouldn’t call temptation but instead a disgusting act. I can’t kick his cr*tch though, not in front of the crowd. “You surely is smart woman,” Nocturne said. I did not reply and crossed my arms. “Last night, I heard an interesting story. This is about a wife who drowned in the pool while her husband is hugging another woman,” he said in low tone, as if not to let everyone hears his voice.