Bare breasts and oil, lilting words and the white noise of a cracking fire, a long held curiosity and a manipulative neighbor; that was all it took for Olivia to abandon the sanctity of her marriage vows. Not on her own part. No, Maria seemed to have no interest in the middle aged stick with a runner's body and zero style. No, Olivia was convinced by the neighbor she was finding increasingly beautiful by moment, to happily let her husband play around. To ignore the father of her children slipping away to Maria's bedroom whenever either of them felt the urge. To diligently provide food and drink, to remake the bed after Maria and her partner turned her marriage bed into a sweat and cum soaked mess.
Olivia nodded along to each of the new scenarios Maria explained to her. The soft swaying of her enormous chest combining with the irresistible shimmering shine of the oil to keep Olivia transfixed. Classic hypnotic object induction, using something, or rather somethings, that Olivia had never been good at ignoring. And would never be good at ignoring again, as Maria was explaining. As she went on, she deepens the mother of three's curiosity, turning it into first a crush than a desperate obsession, stoked her latent bisexuality into a roaring, breast-obsessed, lesbianism. By the time she eventually rose from trance, the chance to occasionally see this wonderful, perfect chest was going to be more than enough reason to let her husband run free...
