Note: As I stated with my other Mind Control story, "Exchanging Butts," I make no claim as to the validity of the techniques used to hypnotize a person. After all, this is a fantasy, one which I adamantly wish could be realized.
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Cheryl and I have been married for over 30 years and the sex has never been gangbusters. We were both lacking much experience in the bedroom before marriage, but we learned together. However, there were times when Cheryl became a wildcat. Most often it was either after watching a dirty movie or having a couple of drinks. She would grind her C cups in my face, rub her luscious 40-inch ass against my crotch or climb on top of me with her 130-pound five-foot four-inch body and kiss me passionately.
There were even a couple of times we tried anal sex but as time went on these trysts became less and less frequent. Eventually she would no longer watch dirty movies and drinking became almost non-existent and the sexual activity eventually went away as well. She did consent to having sex once a week but often that did not include intercourse. Most often I would be allowed to kiss her magnificent ass while she played footsie with my cock or perhaps, I would eat her sweet pussy.
We kissed goodnight but it was only a peck on the lips. Then suddenly a year ago the sex came to a total halt except for two occasions she allowed me to kiss her heavenly feet. I knew something had to change between me and my brown-eyed brown-hair beautiful wife. I take my wedding vows seriously and was not going to step out on her except in my warped mind. So, I had to find a way to turn things around. At first, I tried the romantic dinner and night out route but that was a failure as we smooched for five minutes before she rolled over and fell asleep. The deep freeze was on.
My hot wife had become as frigid as the North Pole. Getting totally desperate I was willing to try anything. One night I started to literally force myself on her but stopped nearly as soon as I started. The guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. So, I was back to square one. My personal jack-off sessions were now happening several times daily. To thoughts of my wife and anyone else with curves.
Then, one day, I heard an add on the radio about a hypnotist coming through town to help folks with weight loss and to stop smoking. I contacted the company and arranged a personal meeting to learn the basics of his trade. I had to promise not to infringe on his classes or use it to commit a crime. It was an easy promise to make as my goal, when I started, was merely to get Cheryl to remember and relive our hottest sexual encounters hopefully resulting in a resumption of our active sex life.
After meeting with him I slowly put my plan into action. I waited for a night when Cheryl was more relaxed than normal and in a great mood. When it got later in the evening and she yawned I offered to give her a shoulder massage. She thought it a bit weird that I sat in front of her to rub her shoulders but accepted my offer. As I rubbed her shoulders, I spoke to her quietly in a subdued tone. I could feel her muscles relax so I started to give her instructions to relax various parts of her body. To my amazement she did not ask any questions but followed my direction noticeably relaxing each body part.
I was having trouble keeping the massage platonic as she was such a vision before me, and her breasts were not more than an inch from the bottom of my palms. Now the critical part of the adventure had arrived, and I soon would know whether this experiment would work. Softly I said, "Cheryl, relax your whole body and look into my eyes as deeply as you can. Don't take your eyes off mine. As you stare into my eyes your eyelids will get heavier and heavier. You can hear nothing but my voice. It is alright to close your eyes and rest, but you can still hear me. The world is peaceful and calm. You are now asleep. If you can hear me lift your right arm."
It took a few seconds but to my amazement Cheryl raised her arm. Even more amazing to me was that she appeared to be under as she had not said a word or tried to stop me. I asked her a couple of questions that she could easily answer but normally would get me in trouble for asking and she answered them without emotion. Noticing her arm was still up I told her she could put it back down. Then I asked her, "Honey, how are you feeling?"
"I am fine," she whispered. Gambling I slowly moved my hands down her front to her breast and softly caressed them only for a moment then sat back. I was now sure that my experiment had worked thus far as normally she would have swatted my hands away. The next steps were to see if I could implant a special word to instantly put her back under and give her a modest command she would act out when out of the trance. But, most important of all, was to bring the favorable memories of our most special sex acts. Back to the front of her mind.
Calmly I spoke, "Cheryl listen carefully when you awake you will not remember anything we do or say while you are relaxed like this. Also, when I snap my fingers and say, 'red boob' you will return to this sleep state and wait for my directions and carry them out. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Glen I understand," she instantly replied in the same docile tone. As my hope increased so did the size of my cock until it reached its full seven-inch length.
I paused and then began by first planting a harmless direction, "Cheryl from now on when we kiss goodnight just before we hug you will French kiss me instead of just the peck on the lips we have been doing lately. Now, I want you to travel back in time with me think back to our early days together. Remember a sun-shiny morning in your apartment when I kissed your pussy for the first time. Tell me about it and what you felt."
