She comes in to (try) and tell you she’s not comfortable with that.

Nearly ten minutes passed after Marcus had left the room before the door opened again, and Jennifer walked in. Her arms were crossed, and she didn’t want to meet your eyes. “He told you?” you asked her, to which just just nodded, her eyes on the floor. “Come here, sit on my bed with me, tell me what’s got you upset.”

There was a brief moment where it looked like she might say no, but then she walked over as you requested, sitting next to you. You can’t stop yourself from smiling, at least a little. Yesterday, there would have been no chance of her willingly sitting this close to you. She pretty much hated you. But now, Jennifer thinks of you as a friend, someone she trusts. A trust you, of course, were going to ****. “I don’t understand why he denied it at first. When I brought it up, he freaked out, told me that was crazy. But then, after he came in here to talk to you, he admitted it all, and it was just like you said.”

That was one thing you hadn’t thought about. Of course she’d find it weird that he’d go from denying it to telling her about it so quickly. Luckily, you were able to quickly think of an explanation. Putting a hand on her back, which she didn’t even react to, you told her, “Marcus was pretty angry at me for telling you. But I explained to him that you had a right to know, I stuck up for you. After I talked him down, he decided to tell you the truth.” Of course, that hadn’t been what you did at all, but Jennifer didn’t need to know that, did she?

Only now did Jennifer’s eyes meet yours, tears standing out on the edges. “Thank you, Dustin, I really appreciate it. You’re a good friend, to me and Marcus.” You smiled at that, warmly and friendly, while internally you were cackling like a madman. You were playing there idiots like a harp! “But...did he tell you what he wanted to try?” You shook your head, feigning ignorance. “He...wants us to have sex. Me and you. To see if it would work. But, as much as I like you, I don’t know if I could do that. I don’t want to cheat on Marcus, even if he wants me to. And I just...don’t see you that way.”

That was a stinging wound. Even after all you’d done to fuck with her head, she still didn’t want to fuck you, even with her husband basically asking her to. Well, that wouldn’t be the case for long. Trying to look thoughtful, you told her, “It’s like I told you before, isn’t it? Marcus is a pervert. Not only does he want other people to fuck you, he wants it to be one of his best friends. Asking you to do that, it’s like he thinks he owns you or something. But no one owns you, right?” The fact you were trying to bolster her independent spirit while brainwashing her felt like a perfect irony to you.

There was clearly some resistance to what you were saying, but not as much as you would have expected beforehand. “He doesn’t think he owns me, we both know I’m my own person. But still...it was very rude of him. I guess he is kind of a pervert for wanting me to do something like that, for getting off on it.” This was going better than you would have hoped.

Deciding to see exactly what the cards on the table were, you asked her, “Tell me exactly how you’re feeling about this, about your husband asking you to do this, don’t hold anything back from me.” There was authority ringing in your voice as you said it, as you stressed your hypnotic powers to work overtime on making sure she did as you asked.

There was no hesitation. “I think it’s disgusting. We are married, we promised each other we’d only be with each other, for the rest of our lives. But now, he wants me to fuck other people, all for his fetish? I don’t like it. It feels...pathetic. Is Marcus really the man I thought he was? How could he have hidden this from me from so long? The more I talk about it with you, the more angry it makes me. It almost makes me want to...” but her voice trailed off, as she managed to hold something back.

“...almost makes you want to fuck me, just to get back at him?” You finished, and you could see in her eyes you were right. “That would show him, wouldn’t it? Enjoy yourself for once, do something pleasurable without him, while knowing he’s somewhere jerking his pathetic cock at the idea of another man stuffing your pussy.” Maybe it was your imagination, but you felt like you could see the walls crumbling in her eyes, as you **** her to see the possibilities you were offering to her. You pointedly looked her up and down, and told her, “I’m not going to lie to you, Jennifer, unlike your loser of a husband. You’re gorgeous. I’ve wanted to fuck you for years. The question is: do you want to give it a try?” There was still resistance in her features, and you realized you might have pushed too far, too fast. Would she break, or push back?