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My wife and I used to have a very adventurous sex life. We attended swinger parties, did erotic photography and videos, included other partners, and made all manner of other wild lifestyle choices.
As we've gotten older and our lives have become more full, that adventurous nature has slowly faded away.
I won't bother you with too much detail, but I should give a bit of context.
Thirteen years ago, I married my beautiful 18-year-old fiance. I was 29 at the time and very well established in a highly lucrative career. Our plan was to start a family, while she was able to stay home.
When my wife was 21, we had a beautiful baby girl, who has been the pride and joy of our lives ever since. Now that our daughter is old enough to want her own space and doesn't require as much attention; my wife is furthering her education and has a part-time job.
Delilah, the beauty I married, is now a very busy lady. Between our daughter, schooling, and a job; there's not much time left for me or the kinks we used to share.
At first, I was completely supportive and understanding. That was before I actually had to live with being bumped so far down the priority list.
I still understand and I still support her. But I have my own needs as well; so I devised a plan to fix things.
There's neither time nor willingness on my part, to explain the details; but I began researching different forms of hypnosis. Specifically, I was looking into their general effectiveness and implementation.
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It all started with an innocent massage that I offered her, as we lay in bed one night. I put on some relaxing, ethereal music and rubbed her back, neck, and shoulders. This always puts her in a very relaxed state; she's always told me that my hands are magical.
I suppose that theory would be put to the test, soon enough.
After about five minutes of my hands doing their work, the music (which I mixed personally) began to include subliminal hypnotic suggestions. I had already taken the precaution of putting in earplugs, so the suggestions didn't affect me.
The massages continued for another 30 minutes; a process I repeated three times over the next week.
The given directions weren't anything horrible, well not REALLY horrible.
I've always been a voyeur and enjoyed my wife's exhibitionist streak, which used to be a mile wide. So I imprinted suggestions that would incentivize her 'showing off'. The more she exposed herself to others; the more influence her carnal desires would have on her behavior.
To ensure that I would have some control over her, situationally; I also imprinted a trigger-word. The trigger word was designed to prevent a specific action or feeling; therefore had to be implemented via an alternate form of hypnosis, called NLP hypnosis.
NLP isn't as permanent as subliminal hypnosis. As opposed to subliminal hypnosis; which imprints personality traits, NLP programs commands. Commands can be changed or removed, whereas traits are permanently ingrained.
All of this began, in preparation for an upcoming event that my wife and I planned to attend. A Halloween parade and party, in a nearby metro area.
The event was widely known for bringing out the wildest attendees and the antics I expected from my wife wouldn't seem out of place. We'd attended this event several years, earlier in our marriage and I had several ideas of ways to exploit her new motivations.
After a great deal of debate, we chose our costumes for the night in question.
I'm a 'big dude', to say the least. Standing at over six and a half feet tall and tipping the scale at nearly four hundred pounds, I've been called a "mountain of a man" for most of my life. Finding a ready-made Halloween costume hasn't really been an option since I was a kid.
Delilah, conversely, is five feet even and only weighs 115lbs. We are a picture of two extremes when we are out together.
Since she and I try to match with things such as Halloween costumes, our choices tend to be very limited. Especially because I was doing my very best to get her into something revealing and sexy.
Because of Delilah's love for Disney movies, we finally agreed on Moana themed costumes. The Maui character was very fitting for me since I already have lots of tattoos and am naturally built similar to the animated character.
I donned a wig of long hair and sowed some fake leaves on to a pair of green basketball shorts. Then I pulled on a flesh-toned muscle tee, decorated it with facsimiles of the character's tattoos and I was on point.
Delilah's costume, however, was slightly more involved. I began by ordering a costume that was made for a girl far smaller than my tiny spouse. Then I began cutting and expanding it (slightly) to, sort of, fit my fully grown woman.
The halter top ended up as a band of wool-knit fabric that left plenty of cleavages and some under boob on display. I shortened the Polynesian grass skirt to barely be considered decent and put her in her open-top wedge sandals.
Her top left no room for a bra, but considering how tightly her boobs squeezed into it, the undergarment wasn't necessary. She had insisted on wearing panties beneath the skirt, so I chose the skimpiest light green thong, from her drawer. I then modified them, slightly as well.
I made very small micro-cuts, to the area in the back; where the three bands met. These were intended to guide any tearing that I might inflict upon the small piece of underwear. I didn't mention the cuts and Delilah didn't notice.
When we walked out of the house, my lady was absolutely stunning. My excitement to get the evening started was palpable, yet she didn't seem the least bit suspicious.
Immediately after arriving at our destination, we found a spot to park. Then Delilah and I made a beeline for a bar that I used to frequent before we'd met. I knew the bar well several years prior and it was always someplace you would expect to find a more risque crowd than average. On the night in question, it certainly lived up to that reputation.
My young-looking wife and I spent nearly twenty minutes standing in line, waiting for our turn with the doorman. The place must have been packed, judging by the length of the line trying to get inside.
Finally, as we stood in front of the bouncer, he gave Delilah a very scrutinizing look. As with anyone who cards her, he was trying to decide if her ID was a fake or not.
Even now, at thirty years old, and a mother; my wife barely looks legal age. She's short for starters and a very petite build. Her C-cup boobs are still pretty perky and her waist is still narrow. Her pert, round ass regularly causes men to gape at her wherever she goes and her smile beams eternal youth.
Compounding the young look, her glasses and straight dark hair trend toward the 'nerdy girl' persuasion. Men always assume that look fades, as women age. They're wrong.
Once we were finally cleared to enter, I escorted my gorgeous wife through the entrance, we were bombarded with a loud DJ's ranting through the house speakers.
"One hour and ten minutes until the sexy costume competition! Ladies, you have forty minutes to get registered. Remember, five-hundred dollars to the winner AND any ladies who compete, drink free all night long!" The speakers boomed as the female DJ spoke over the latest dance club classic playing throughout the establishment.
