Her husband comes home, and he isn’t happy.

Spending the next few hours just relaxing and enjoying what you knew was to come next, you only occasionally flexed your hypnotic powers, to make Jennifer do a few small things for you here or there.

More than anything, you still couldn’t believe your luck. You had somehow lucked into the greatest gift of all. With the hypnosis app, you would slowly but surely steal your friend’s hot wife, and he wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it.

Of course, that was only the first step. There was so much else you could do with your abilities. In fact...was there any real limit? No, you realized. Only your own morals. Which, it was clear, wasn’t much of a barrier at all.

“What the fuck, man?!” Suddenly, Marcus barged into your bedroom, staring daggers as you. It had been a hell of a long time since your pussy of a friend looked this mad at you, but you weren’t worried. Why should you be? You were still in control.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him, as if he didn’t have anything to be mad about.

Marcus looked like he might throttle you. “What’s wrong?! Dustin, you fucking told my wife that I have a cuckold fetish! That’s bullshit, but for some fucking reason she believed it! And she won’t believe me when I tell her I don’t, she thinks I’m just embarrassed! You’re going to tell her you were lying, right fucking now!” You nodded your head listening to his raging, but there was no chance you were going to do that. No, you had a much better idea.