Tell her everything

You nod, and confess everything to her. How you'd tried porn with heavier and thicker women in it, and how you'd liked it. How you'd gone even further into porn with women you'd call truly fat. How hot you thought those women were, how you'd realized they looked like her, and how attracted you were to Lynn. How you'd jacked off and cum to her. You'd realized that when your wife had been pregnant, you'd begun to appreciate thicker women, with larger tits and asses; women like Lynn. You'd been so embarrassed, and afraid that you'd tell Lynn under hypnosis and it would concern her. But now you knew you were safe, and calm, and could trust her. As you told her your story, she smiled more and more, and leaned in close to you. She idly ran her hand up and down your thigh, and your dick strained inside your jeans at her light touch.

"I think I see what's going on," she said. "And this brings us to the main topic of our conversation today." You nodded. Your infatuation with Lynn was all part of the issues you'd been experiencing in your marriage. Luckily you'd found Lynn, and she could help you. And her hand felt so good.

"So one thing we're realizing is that you like these tits much, much more than you like your wife's current tits," she said, and pulled the neckline of her dress down.

I stared and nodded, wordlessly.

"And we're also realizing that you like this ass much, much more than your wife's, isn't that true?" she asked, turning around and hiking up her dress. Her large red panties stretched deliciously over and then sank into the deep crevice of her bottom.

I nodded again, staring. I knew I wouldn't be able to remember anything under hypnosis, but I tried to sear the images into my brain.

"You want to fuck me," she said plainly. She sat on the edge of her desk, facing me, and spread her legs. I could see her panties were already damp. "You want to drive that cock into this pussy, right now."

I kept nodding and staring, starting to salivate. I was as hard as I could ever remember.

"Okay, that's useful information to know," she said in a more professional tone, closing her legs and walking back towards me. I felt slightly disappointed, but knew it was for the best. She sat down in her chair. "Now, I want to try a thought experiment with you. Try imagining taking your wife out to dinner."

I nodded, and did.

"Now imagine taking her home after a romantic dinner, dimming the lights, and you know... having sex with her."

I did, and smiled. It seemed nice.

"How did that feel?" she asked. I told her how nice it seemed. She smiled. "Very good," she said. "Now let's try another thought experiment."

I nodded.