This all started about six years ago when I was thirty. I was happily married to the man of my dreams. My husband Reid is a chemical engineer and a ve...y successful one. He has his own consulting firm. They do all kinds of work that most people never think about.They do product testing for sports drinks, make-up products, automotive solutions and almost anything that needs to be proven safe for human use or consumption.We had a lifestyle that was beyond comfortable but not quite rich. But at. “Life isn’t working out. Sex is no fun and Molly is a bore. A chubby bore.” He hit “hypnosis” on the search engine. There were thousands of hits. I arbitrarily went to the tenth page and found “Creative Hypnosis, we solve your problems creatively.” They seemed to be located in my area. “Maybe this will solve my problem.” I went to the web page and discovered a local telephone number. I called it. “Creative Hypnosis, we creatively make you happy” a sultry female voice said. “Can you make someone. IfI do it right., it will be impossible to tell that thebreasts aren't real."Who was going to be close enough to the breasts to belooking to see if they were real? I pushed thethought out of my mind and allowed Jenny to do herthing. It was actually a quite pleasant feel to haveher fondling my breasts and working to make them lookmore real, and I closed my eyes and relaxed.I felt Jenny remove my panties, and a minute later, Icould feel her hand around my penis. It felt as shewas trying to make. I noticed the screen door open and as I looked over, I saw Jim walk in, looking at me and holding the gifts in his arms.I looked straight into his eyes and said to the man atop me, "Oh, fuck, give it to me, fuck your bitch, fuck me, give me that black cock, fuck me, baby, give it to me. I love your big black, fat, fucking cock. HARDER, HARDER, FASTER, MAKE ME COME, MAKE ME FUCKING COME!!!!!!!"I watched as Jim stood there watching me. I looked at his pants and he was hard. I knew he liked.