Roles Reversed

Prompt: couples hypnotherapy role reversal. 

I am not a good husband. I cheat on my wife. A lot. While she’s never caught me she can tell there’s something going on. An emotional distance. So here we are sitting across from a leggy brunette in couples therapy. 

I’m a terrible husband because I’m sitting here not paying attention to what the therapist is saying but rather the multitude of ways I can bend her over her desk and fuck her. Of course it’s not like I can just shut off my wife’s brain and do that. I may be a cheating jackass but I’m not that cruel to cheat in front of my wife. 

I do care for her. I just have needs. You know. 

The therapist suggested hypnosis to allow us to relax and let our inner thoughts out. There’s no way I want my inner thoughts out. My wife’s family is rich and a divorce would mean going back to working at a GAP mall store. Now I have a cushy job working for her dad, one that pays well and let’s me get my dick wet. 

Hey. I have needs. 

The therapist starts to talk. I don’t know much about hypnosis but it sounds like what you’d expect. Relax and focus on my voice. That sort of nonsense. My wife’s into it. I can feel her body sort of relax back into the couch. 

I try to look like I am trying but keep biting my tongue to start sharp. 

The doctor addresses my wife telling her that she will keep drifting down until she feels a hand on her knee. Then the leggy brunette turns to me. 

“Let’s focus on you. Relax John. Focus on my eyes and relax,” she said. 

“Focus and relax,” I repeat trying to think of a way out of this. 

“Look deep into my eyes and relax, taking deep breaths like this to relax,” she said and then took a deep breath. 

I repeated what she said word for word then bit my tongue to keep me awake. 

“Relaxing more and more with each word,” she said. 

“Relaxing more and more with each word,” I repeat. 

I noticed her blinking more. Her body seemed to be slumping forward. Using some of that old cliched stuff I tried to take the lead, “Relaxing into your comfortable chair.”

She sank back into her plush chair. 

“Relaxing. Sinking and breathing deeply. Going deeply now. Down into a wonderful sleepy sleep,” I added. I quickly pulled my phone out of my pants and Googled “hypnotic induction”. With some more language I continued. 

Ten minutes later both women were slumped over with their eyes closed. I touch my wife’s knee and begin to follow the Internet’s guidance to making hypnotized sex slaves. 

Making my wife bisexual will also help. I watched my cock hard as the two women kiss, obedient to me. 

I guess this psychology stuff isn’t bullshit after all.