My wife Sarah sat at the bar, watching and waiting as I set about turning the pretty blonde into our

My wife Sarah sat at the bar, watching and waiting as I set about turning the pretty blonde into our latest conquest.She was already quite receptive thanks to the potent chemical spritz Sarah ‘accidentally’ sprayed in her face when they bumped into each other in the toilets. Now that she was back in her seat, I took advantage of her dazed and confused state to slip into the seat next to her.“Hi. Please, tell me your full name and date of birth.” I said.“Hannah Stevenson. 8 January 1989.” she replied. Not even questioning why I needed or wanted it. I knew she was ready.It only took a few key phrases to begin the process without much interruption.You’re my oldest friendI trust you completelyI hear only youAs her mind hurried to fill in the blanks of our friendship, I began implanting further suggestions in her head.I’ve always been attracted to youI want us to be loversI want to go to bed with you and your wifeWithout realising, Hannah slid her hand over mine, biting her lip and adjusting her body language to suit her new feelings for me. I nodded at Sarah and she slid down off her chair, joining us at the table.Hannah looked at her puzzled. For a moment, she seemed confused until I said “Hannah, this is my wife, Sarah. You’re best friends.”“Oh, hi Sarah!” she squeaked, blinking as the fog began to clear from her mind.“Hi, Hannah! John was telling me about your saucy little suggestion!” she said, stroking her hand, which was still on top of mine. “I’ve got to say, it’s really hot!”Hannah shrugged. “Suggestion? What suggestion?”I sat back and let Sarah work again, filling her mind with more false memories, desires, and beliefs. The smile on her face got wider and wider as sexy lesbian and threesome fantasies found their way into her thoughts.After a few minutes, Hannah looked back at me and smiled.“Yeah, I think we’re both up for a ménage à trois if that’s okay with you?”The two women stared at me hungrily. I could see that Hannah wanted to rip my clothes off there and then. I shrugged and nodded, as if I’d just agreed to pizza for dinner.“Okay. I’ll pay the bill. Sarah, you take Hannah to the car and get started. I’ll be there in a minute.”“Ooh! I love it when you take charge!” Sarah winked as they stood.“Don’t I always?” -- source link

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