She needs to lose the sweatpants next

You actually got Jennifer to take off her hoodie, something you never imagine she would do under normal circumstances. In all the time you'd known her you had never seen her in a tank top like this, and even if she'd called you a perv after your reaction, she still didn't try and cover herself at all and the mind control was working it's magic. The fact she had stripped off some of her clothing for you was a sure sign that the control was stronger than you were thinking, which meant you could push things further sooner than you anticipated. Walking into the bathroom, you still didn't know what you'd demand, but you certainly weren't lacking for ideas.

As you walked into the bathroom, Jennifer was bent at the waist, and you immediately knew what your next request needed to be.

Those sweat pants needed to go.

"Hey Jennifer, you got some cleaner on your pants, take those off too."

Jennifer stood up, turning towards you and looking both offended and angry. Her face softened though, slowly changing to one of confusion as her hands moved to her sides, thumbs slipping into her waistband. Your cock throbbed in anticipation, staring at your roommate's stunning wife as you desperately hoped she would obey.

"I'm not...don't think I'm comfortable doing..." she said, trying to fight her new command. Her restraint sent a jolt of fear through you at the idea that she might disobey.

"Just take them off Jennifer, it's no big deal and you're gonna ruin them otherwise."

Repeating the command seemed to compound it's effect, and suddenly Jennifer lowered her oversized sweats to the floor. Her long legs slowly came into view, and she stepped out of the pants and kicked them aside, leaving her in nothing but her bra, a tank top, and a pair of lace black panties.

"Holy shit," you blurted out, unable to stop yourself from openly gawking.

"Jesus Dustin what kind of reaction is that? Dirty bastard, I'm your best friend's wife! You shouldn't be saying shit like that or ogling me like a horny fucking pervert," she said, an abundance of venom on her tongue. Still, she didn't make any attempt at covering her body or leaving the room. Instead she began wiping down the sink, continuing on with cleaning the bathroom as if she wasn't showing off more skin for you than she ever had before.

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