EXTRACT FOR
The Hypno-Forced Wives Collection
(Sylvia Redmond)

"Trish" Max said as he removed the blanket completely from her nearly naked body, "I am going to need to remove your panties for the examination."



Her eyes were closed and I watched as she nodded her head in response to his words. Max moved his hands to her hips and hooked his fingers into the waist band of her panties. His black fingers struck a sharp contrast against her lily white skin as he started tugging the panties down her body. Even in her dazed state she reflexively raised her ass off the bed in order for him to remove the garment from her body.



"Excellent, thank you Trish" Max said.



Her pussy was beautiful - trimmed short and neat, like a furry little landing strip above her crown jewel. My cock instantly grew in size at the sight of her delicious little snatch and for a moment I was intensely jealous of my longest standing friend.



Max was unencumbered with such emotion, and moved directly towards her legs as the three of us watched. With no words whatsoever he propped her legs up on the bed so that her knees were bent and her feet were flat on the bed. He then parted her legs open at least eighteen inches wide. The result was dramatic and opened her pussy up like a flower, directly in the view of three sets of anxious eyes.



"That's good Trish" Max said in his trademark deep baritone voice. "I am just going to have a look now. Please continue to keep your eyes closed and breathe deeply, ok?"



"Ok" she whispered again.



Max put a hand on either side of her pussy and applied a little gentle pressure, which opened her pussy up even further to our view. The dainty lips of her sex were now plainly visible and parted from each other slightly, hinting at the opening they were hiding just below. I watched as Max moistened one of his index fingers with his lips, before lowering it to trace along the open folds of her sex. He dragged it back and forth slowly, probing her gently, while her hips started to move gently.



"Very good Trish ??" please breathe deeply" he said again.



As he spoke he increased the pressure of his finger, and we watched as it disappeared between her newly moistened pussy lips. Her pussy consumed his finger to the first knuckle, as a tiny gasp escaped her lips. The sight of his black finger buried in her hot pussy was almost more than I could bare, but I knew I couldn't tear myself away. And the thought of what was still to come made my cock ache harder than it had ever ached in my life.



"That's good Trish" Max said again, soothing the complacent wife. "Just another minute."



He fanned out the fingers of his other hand which spread the lips of her pussy open even more. The sight of her legs spread wide with his black finger inside of her was almost too much, but he started pushing it further. He kept the fingers of his free hand spreading her open, tracing their way around the edges of her moist sex, before burying his index finger all of the way inside of her.



The gasp that came this time was louder, and accompanied a much more visible shaking of her hips. That index finger of his was big, and might as well have been a little cock as he wiggled it inside of her. There were moist squishing sounds coming from between her legs now, clearly indicating that this semi-conscious wife's body was responding to everything that Max was doing. And I watched as he gave his finger one last twist before pulling it from her wet fuckbox.



"Excellent. I'm going to need you to roll over onto your stomach now Trish."