Raul woke up in bed the next morning groggy, with a sore, chafed penis.

“Good morning, handsome!” Diane called teasingly, leaning her body in from their bathroom doorway.

“Awww….what happened yesterday?” Raul moaned, swinging his legs off the bed and rubbing his genitals. He frowned. His balls felt just as full and pent up, but his dick was shriveled and sore, like he had just won a marathon-sized beat-off contest. “Did you put me under?”

“Oh, gold star, professor!” Diane chirped. “I might have left you hanging a bit. Sorry.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, pouting. “How’s the little guy doing?”

“I’ve asked you to avoid referring to your god that way,” The frustrated man said, struggling to sit up. “And he’s feels like he’s been fucked by a power sander. Jeez, what did you do to me?”

“Technically, I didn’t do anything,” Diane folded her arms across her bare chest. “You did all that to yourself. I just kinda forgot to turn you off in time.”

“You what?!” Raul yelped, suddenly realizing why his dick was so sore.

“Well, I got involved with something and I sort of lost track of time,” Diane said, sheepishly. “But the good news is we’re going to have guests for dinner tonight!”

“We’re WHAT?!”

“Surprise, honey! I know you’re probably a little annoyed but trust me, I’m going to take care of everything! I just went shopping the other day, so there’s plenty of food, and I’ll get the house tidied up and…”

“Aren’t you going to tell me who we’re having over for dinner? Or when you set all this up without telling me?” Raul said, picking himself out of bed and throwing on his robe.

“Oh, come on!” Diane said, teasingly. “Just let me give you a fun surprise every now and again! That’s part of the excitement!”

Raul looked at his wife pouting at him and flaunting her cleavage. He could tell she was trying to butter him up like an overcooked lobster.

“Alright fine, keep your secrets,” he said, “How about some coffee and eggs then?”

Diane cocked her head, surprised that her husband was letting the matter drop so quickly. She blinked and nodded.

“Sounds great.”

Raul would’ve made breakfast for his wife every morning even without messing around with domestic hypnosis. He whipped the eggs together and brewed the coffee with practiced ease, an artist at home and the plate his canvas. He poured out the steamed milk into the two cups of Colombian coffee from his family’s villa back in Bogotá.

The couple was finishing up and Raul had downed the last few drops of coffee from his mug.

“Enjoy your breakfast, babycakes?” he asked.

“Lika always, big daddy,” Diane winked back at him.

“Good. There’s nothing better than a good cup of coffee in the morning, hmm? It really helps cut through that early morning brain fog.”

Diane stopped moving, her arm drifting down to the table as her eyes lost their focus. She blinked and let her mouth drop open slightly.

“B-brain…fog…?”

“Yeah,” Raul said, hiding his grin. “Y’know, that feeling you get when your brain is all foggy and slow…thick and syrupy…like you have so much brain fog that you can hardly form your own thoughts? Just so much foggy fog in that slow, sticky brain…”

“Slow…sticky…” Diane repeated, her eyes lost in a thousand-yard stare.

“Yes…so vapid and stupid…making your brain so foggy, too foggy to think for yourself.”

“Vapid…stupid…” A ditzy smile formed on Diane’s face. “Too stupid to think for myself…”

“Yes, so stupid and ditzy when you have so much foggy brain fog…”

Raul sat back, admiring his wife who was now swaying blankly at the table. When he got up and took his wife by the hands, she rose to her feet, following him unquestioningly.

“Let’s go sit on the couch,” he whispered to her.

“uh…okay…” Diane responded. She wasn’t exactly in deep trance. Her brain was just too muddled and sticky to resist. She drifted over to the couch and sat down next to her husband as he gave her a soothing shoulder rub.

“Now, Diane,” Raul murmured into her ear. “Tell me more about who’s coming over for dinner tonight.”

“Mmm…uh…I…uhm….I thought it was gonna be…a surprise,” Diane mumbled, struggling to get the words out.

“No, you didn’t want to surprise me,” Raul asserted. “You’re just having too much brain fog right now…but you can tell me…even if you have too much brain fog to remember why you shouldn’t.”

Diane felt her trigger zap away more of her thoughts as her body slumped under the stupefying effects of Raul’s voice.

“It’s…uhhhh…a….ssssecret…”

“You know you can always tell your husband anything…just let the words slip out, and don’t worry about your brain fog,” coaxed Raul.

Yeah…she could tell her husband anything…it was so hard to argue with him…

“I…I went to see the new neighbors yesterday…” she said.

Raul smiled and guided her hand to his stiffening cock. She began to squeeze and fondle him through his boxers.

“Go on.”

Diane sighed in pleasure as the words tumbled out of her mouth.

“I…I left you wanking by yourself. I just wanted to freshen up and then come back and give you a good roll in the hay. But then I saw this cute couple moving in across the street. They seemed nice and super hot, too, so I thought I’d go over and introduce myself.”

“Really?” Raul interrupted her. “You just wanted to be the friendly, hospitable neighbor out of the goodness of your heart?”

Diane giggled to herself, her hand rhythmically stroking over her husband’s erection.

“I…I thought they would make some fun play partners…” she said, blushing a little. Raul nodded to himself even as he grimaced. Of course, that’s where his wife was going with this.

“I made up a small care package with some of the fruit and body lotion and went across the street to say hi,” continued Diane. “They’re a cute couple. They just moved in together after university. He’s got a tech job downtown and she’s a yoga instructor.”

“Names please,” Raul prompted her. Diane squinted her eyes, as if she was trying to peer through a thick shroud draped over her mind.

“Tom…and Kiera…”

Raul nodded, letting his hardon escape his pants for Diane to stroke.

“Continue. How did you convince them to come over for dinner?”

“I…I went over to them wearing my blue dress, the flowy one with the super low neckline.”

Raul rolled his eyes. Of course she did.

“I introduced myself to them. I did everything you coached me on, about how to make a good first impression. I looked each of them in the eye while I was talking. I made sure to give them both quick peeks at my cleavage and smiled at Tom when I caught him staring. When Keira got annoyed I complimented her on her choice of jewlery. I made sure to look into her eyes when I was talking and used her name at least three times.”

Raul nodded, remembering that little life hack he had taught her back when he was only her hypnotherapist.

“Eventually, she complimented me on my skin, and I used that as an excuse to hold her hand and rub a small drop of body lotion on her wrist, explaining how the moisturizing action would do wonders for her complexion. I rubbed small circles on her wrist and gently swayed my body back and forth, like you do when you want people to agree with you…”

Raul raised his eyebrows, and not just because of the drop of precum bubbling from his cock. He had never explicitly taught that technique to Diane. She must have picked it up from watching some of his sessions.

“I kept repeating how soft her skin was, how her eyes set off her blouse while I traced gentle circles on her wrist and swayed left and right…back and forth…

“Soon, Kiera was swaying with me, her eyes just a little lost and unfocused. Tom was watching my chest with his mouth opened a little. That’s when I thought to invite them to dinner tonight. I told them they’d love to come to dinner and get to know each other. I told them it’s important to meet new neighbors. I told them they’d remember to come over for dinner the next day, so excited to meet the new neighbors…”

“Hold on!” Raul said, reluctantly backing away from his building climax. “You used hypnosis on people you just met? Without any explanation or talk of consent? Didn’t I train you better than that?”

“I…I didn’t use hypnosis!” Diane objected, her brain struggling through the thick soup of lassitude. “I…just helped them become more…receptive to my ideas. You do that all the time when you want to manipulate a new client, or when you want to get me in the mood without hypnotizing me…”

Raul blinked. He supposed she had a point. She hadn’t done any explicit mind fuckery with this new couple, just poured on a generous helping of seduction to get them off balance and laced in a few suggestions. He guessed he should be proud.

“Okay, and did they agree?” Raul asked, confident he already knew the answer.

“Uh-huh! They nodded along and said they could stop by. I gave them each a hug and let my fingers brush down over the back, just a little, like it could have been an accident. I think Tom got a bit excited, but I definitely felt Keira loosen up and sink into me when I tried it on her. I think they are going to be very responsive to play with.”

“Again, you’re assuming that this couple is willing to play. We don’t know that yet,” said Raul.

“Well, that’s what dinner is for,” Diane answered. “We can talk to them a little, try to convince them…and then really try to convince them.”

“You’re asking me to delve into some pretty serious breach of ethics there, babe,” he groaned as Diane ringed the top of his cock. “We’ll have to make a good impression if we want them to agree, and I mean agree on their own. Mmm! Squeeze my balls a little, please.”

Diane nodded vacantly as she fondled Raul’s sack.

“So, this young, innocent couple is coming over for dinner tonight then?” Raul surmised. “Well, you’re going to have a hard time getting things ready with all that fog in your brain.”

“Yeeeaaahhh…” Diane slurred, her hand mechanically stroking up and down Raul’s cock.

“Well, that won’t do. We should clear up that patch of brain fog for you. Do you know what’s even better to wake you up than café?”

Diane turned and gazed stupidly at him, her thoughts blown out of her head with the slightest breeze.

“Giving your hubby a nice blowjob, considering you left him out to dry yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah! That makes so much sense!!” Diane said, struck by the revelation.

She bent down at the hip and guided Raul’s hard member to her lips, sucking and running her tongue up and down his length. Raul leaned back, letting himself float in a bubbling sea of pleasure stirred by Diane’s swirling tongue and able fingers. He grunted as he felt the churning in his balls and shot a spurt of hot, white jizz down Diane’s throat.

Diane slurped down his spunk like it was the richest cream, smacking her lips, savoring the flavor. She slowly blinked and let the intelligence seep back into her head, Raul salty cum clearing away the fog that had wrapped around her mind. She shook her head and then turned to glare at her husband who only looked back at her with a smug grin.

“Why, you little shit!” she said, smacking him with one of the couch pillows.

“What? It’s not my fault you can’t keep a secret when have morning brain f—”

“No! Shut up! Or I’m going to slip you a suggestion to think you’re Bad Bunny at dinner!” Diane yelled, jumping up from the couch in a panic.

Raul shrugged and held up his hands, resigned before getting up and cleaning off in the shower.