Convince her that your friend has a cuckold fetish.

Now that you had a nice soft cushion to land on whenever you fucked up, you felt brave enough to take a big step towards your end goal. “Can I tell you a secret, Jennifer?”

“Of course, lay it on me,” she told you, relief in her voice that you’d moved away from the other topic.

Lying through your teeth, you explained, “Well, Marcus told me something in private recently, and it concerns you. Honestly, I’m doing you a huge favor letting you know about it.” After all, why not play into previous hypnotic triggers when you could?

Suddenly sounding very interested, Jennifer replied, “Please, Dustin, please tell me. I’ll like you a lot more if you do that favor for me.” She’d stopped cleaning now, and had turned to face you, concern etched on every line of her beautiful face.

If you hadn’t been so drunk on power, you might have felt bad for what you were about to do. Rubbing the back of your head like you were embarrassed to say any of this, you told her, “Well, the thing is, Marcus told me he has a cuckold fetish.”

You waited for a shocked gasp, but instead what you got was a confused look from Jennifer. “What’s that?” she asked you.

Surprised that she hadn’t heard the term, you were all too happy to let her know exactly what you were talking about. “It means your husband has a fetish for scenarios where a man takes someone’s wife and fucks them.” That got a gasp out of her, and you kept going. “Specifically, he told me he really likes the idea of a guy’s wife being so dissatisfied with her husband’s dick that she happily finds someone else to fuck. He jerks off to the idea of men’s wives telling them all about the other men they fuck, and...” you paused dramatically, as if you didn’t want to say what was about to come next.

“Yes? And?” she asked, clearly wanting to know what you were about to say.

“...and he fantasizes about you doing that to him. It’s his biggest sexual kink.” You tried to say it like you were delivering bad news, even while inside you were laughing hysterically over how bad you were fucking over your roommate.

It’s clear that Jennifer doesn’t know how to feel about that. “I had no idea...” she said quietly.

Deciding to really shape the situation, you told her, “Honestly, I try not to judge, but it’s a pretty gross fetish. Only weird perverts like things like that. If Marcus is that into the idea of someone else fucking you, that makes him a pervert.”

Jennifer tilts her head to one side, and it’s clear she doesn’t know if she wants to accept what you’re saying. “I mean...I guess you’re right. That is a weird fetish. If he’s really into that stuff...maybe he is a pervert.”

You’re not done. You’re just getting started. “You’re such a beautiful woman, Jennifer, you really are. Beautiful women like you don’t belong with perverted losers. If Marcus is a pervert, maybe he isn’t good enough for you.”

At that, she scowled at you. “Dustin! That’s your friend you’re talking about, and my husband!” You winced, it looked like you’d gone too far. But then her look softened, and she said, “I’ll forgive you, of course, since I like you.” Then, almost too quiet to hear, you heard her add, “And...if he is a pervert...maybe he isn’t good enough for me...” Feeling like you’ve pushed too hard too quickly, you decided to back off for a little bit.