Groggy, but intrigued

I shook my head. It felt like it was covered in cobwebs. I couldn't quite remember what had happened... Lynn had made me last longer? Well, that could be useful. I looked at Lynn, still shaking my head. Honestly, how incredible was it to date a hypnotist? And one I was so attracted to. Just the best.

"How do you feel?" Lynn asked.

"A bit out of it," I admitted. "I don't remember much. But you uh... Made me... Last longer?"

Lynn smiled. "Mmm. The grogginess should fade, I'm glad you remember that part. You might be able to remember more and more of our sessions, as you get used to hypnosis. But for now, well... Let's try out that extra stamina, tiger." She kissed me, and I felt myself falling into her kiss. Everything about this woman was so sensual. I felt hypnotized even when I was awake around her. We started stripping our clothes off as fast as we could, and she started stroking my cock; her hands felt incredible, unimaginably good. This was shaping up to be one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

"Wait," I managed to say. "Wait. I should... thank you." She slowed her stroking.

"Thank me?" she asked, quizically.

I kissed her on her lips. Then her neck. And her breasts, stomach, and kept going down... "Oh you beautiful boy," she breathed. I finally made my way to her wet, waiting snatch, and dove in.

I have to admit, eating a girl out was usually something slightly unpleasant, that I did as I favor. But something about Lynn was different. I was intoxicated by her smell, her taste, her... everything. As I licked her I noticed even the texture of her wet skin somehow felt smoother, better. She was moaning incoherently above me, which was music to my ears. After a while, panting, she finally called out.

"Please, darling, honey..." I kept licking. "Please, stop teasing me. Please, fuck me. Fuck your girlfriend." And as much as I enjoyed eating her out, I was happy to oblige.

We fucked like rabbits. And lovers. I couldn't get enough of watching her huge, gigantic boobs bounce underneath me as I plowed her; her thick, fat ass jiggle every time I pounded into her; her stomach ripple with my strokes. We kissed deeply, over and over again, never able to get enough. She felt amazing, like nothing I'd ever felt before. Like it was my first time truly having sex.

"How does it feel," she moaned, looking into my eyes. "How does it feel to be with someone you feel like this for?"

"It's amazing. You're amazing. I can't believe how good this is. How good you are."

She smiled, panting. "I've never felt something so strong like this so fast with someone before," she said, soaking wet. "This is moving so fast, but... Oh my god," she moaned, "You know sensuality is all psychological, don't you? It's a reflection of how you feel about someone..." She bucked repeatedly, gasping, as I barely held on. "I can't believe I'm feeling these things so quickly... Is this as good for you as it is for me?"

"My god, Lynn," I panted, "I've never felt anything like this before."

She nodded, smiling, but almost sadly. "Oh god, John, me too... But you're married... But if you're feeling like this with me, you must feel this way too... You feel it, don't you? This isn't just good sex, psychologically speaking. This is something else..." I knew she was right. This wasn't just the best sex I'd had, although it was. It was another level. Something even stronger. She moaned and gave me a meaningful look. "Tell me something... Tell me how you feel about me... Tell me what's making you feel this way with me..."

I watched her writhe as I fucked her, and leaned in. "I love you," I whispered, and she looked back with tears in her eyes. She kissed me again, then stared longingly into my eyes.

"Show me," she said. "Oh god, keep making me feel like this. Show me."

I did.

Eventually, finally, even with the increased stamina, the inevitable had to come. "Not inside me," Lynn said, "it's not safe." I barely managed to pull out in time. We cuddled and kissed in the afterglow. "You know," Lynn said, "when you're having physical contact with a romantic partner, your brain releases oxytocin. It's a powerful neuroactive chemicals." I nodded. I certainly felt like I'd just been on some kind of ****. "But it's addictive..." she finished. "We'd better watch out with you. Pretty soon," she said, and kissed me, moving my hand to her breast. "Pretty soon you won't be able to give this up."

"I'm not sure I ever want to," I admitted.

Lynn smiled. "I'm so happy. But I know things might feel a little different once you go home to you wife." I gulped, feeling a tinge of guilt seep in. "But don't worry," she said, and I felt my fears wash back away. "That's perfectly natural. For now, all that matters is you're getting what you need, and learning what you like."

We lay together for a while, until finally I had to go. Lynn kissed me again. "I can't wait for our next 'therapy' session," she said, making air quotes and grinning.

"Me neither," I said, and kissed her back.