My name is Pat aged, 30 and my married woman, Marie and I had been married for a piffling over 10 age, having met, fallen in dear, and married betimes, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 years old, she was still in exceptionally upright Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, almost as tailored and attractive as when I had first met her, not skinny but not fat ; a size 10 with 34C bust. She has longish silky brunette hair that descended just past her shoulders. However as very much as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to dress out and act Sir Thomas More sexily, she always seemed to prefer to garment somewhat conservatively, a petty too conservatively for my discernment. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for well-to-do but pretty bikini way, rather than sexy panties or flip-flop. Even if we went on holiday to Espana, she would opt for a sensible swimwear or bikini and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite about of the char around us on the beach baring their breasts for all to enjoy.

Although our sex life had been quite active at 20, over the close few years it had dwindled away and had become much less frequent and more predictable. I'd sometimes tried to liven up our sex life and try to tempt her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her best to deflect anything outside of a bare piece of ass once or twice a month providing that I recognized the decent consequence, usually a few days before her full point. Don't ask me why, but the shortage of anything resembling a decent sex-life had taught me to observant and pay care to the nuances and small indications that sex might be available to me if I played my card right. endeavour to conjure her at other times were usually rejected, with one of her regular alibi. Sex when it did take place was mostly in a passive missionary position. Even a reversal job was something she felt extremely uncomfortable about and so I never pressed her for that and anal was totally out of the question. In my various efforts to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her interested in sharing a porn videos to animate up the relationship a bit, but her sake or willingness to watch those was either met with disdain or were short-lived. There was one television, however, where the unfolding chronicle was of a wife who ended up having a abbreviated showdown with a stranger. I remember this because it stood out in my mind at that time as she got much wetter than normal. Although not directly mentioning how arouse it had made her, I tried to push the bound on the rare affair that we had sex and quest after the estimation of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as"pure fiction"and zilch that would ever be considered in real life.

She had always been a fairly wanton crosstie and sometimes would arouse during the night, but more recently had even started to take away a sleeping pill having been to the medico about her catch some Z's job. Personally, I was never sure whether this was just to aid her exculpation or whether she really had a job, but they certainly seemed to strike hard her out cold and once asleep, cypher much would really wake her. I must squeal that once I could be sure that she was asleep, I would use this time to masturbate and excuse the repressed tension, mostly choosing to fantasize about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

Thinking back to my years in university, around the time when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a savorless with a guy named Paul. I was studying computing machine scientific discipline and Paul had pursuing a joint degree in psychological science and Biochemistry, which, at that fourth dimension, I thought was pretty unearthly. Now Paul the Apostle was a great guy, a assuage bear of a man ; genuine, extremely fresh, with not bad sense of wit. We quickly became the best of friends. Unfortunately, somewhere along the lines his gene puddle had let him down and he had ended up sharing more than a passing resemblance to Uncle fester from the Robert Adam kinsperson, due in part to his bulky size and a experimental condition known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either eyebrows or lash. He seemed to learn a weird pleasure in frequently donning a foresightful brown coat and adopting a creepy facial face, making mass stare as he did his outflank to convince them that he was indeed the very Uncle fester. Sadly, these unfortunate characteristics meant that he never really managed to retain a"real"girlfriend. Sure, he had quite a little of female acquaintance, but most seemed unwilling to look past his outer coming into court and go the extra step to suit classed as his lady friend. However, knowing him so well and the veridical person, he became a close acquaintance to both me and Marie.

After graduation, Paul and I had gone our separate ways ; I had become a programmer and Paul got a placement doing something that he described as"a research society ”. He never was too specific about that nature of his work apart from labeling it as"diverse kind of research ”.

For the first span of years after Paul and I graduated, Paul would ride over every few months or so and we'd all go out together for a few drinks and a repast. Marie had kind of adopted him in her own way, accepting him as a harmless but close friend, who she genuinely seemed to care about. She felt sorry for him and had even tried to tempt some of her female person friends to look past his outer façade of creepiness and go out with him. Sadly, but predictably, these valiant efforts to hook him up with person rarely survived past Sir Thomas More than a semi-awkward first appointment.

Sometimes, on rare occasions I would notice Saul of Tarsus checking Marie out, giving her a glancing looking that lingered just a little too long, as his middle took in the visibility and particularly her shapely breasts, especially if for some reason or early, Marie's nipples ( unknown to her ) had started to become vaguely noticeable through her bra, but to his cite, he never overstepped the boundary and to be honest I never minded him looking ; I always figured there was no scathe in him looking and it kind of amused me. It was obvious to me that in some agency he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving memories of university life behind and returning again to the current time, it had been more than a few years since we'd concluding seen Paul. Over meter we'd basically gone our separate ways, having established our several vocation in different city. However, out of the low one night we got a headphone claim. Marie answered and appeared happy to inform me that it was a call from Paul. He was calling to say that he would be traveling to our town over the weekend for a work-related visit on Monday and suggested we go for a drink and a meal together like old times. Without hesitation we eagerly accepted, and both looked forward to catching up with him and freely offered our unornamented room instead of him having to appease at a hotel.

When Friday finally arrived, we were preparing to go out, Marie returned to the bedroom having taken a exhibitor and washing her hair in a fairly knit stitch White River t-shirt bra and pantie with a pink lacy front panel and trim. She never seemed to be well-heeled being completely naked in figurehead of me anymore, but that was lifetime and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a pair of gloomy stay-up stockings that had the elasticated tops and would stay up themselves without any variant of brace. Being still winterish, she slipped her head and arms through a white ribbed turtle-neck jumper, pulling it down as it clung to her dead body, before stepping into a royal dispirited mid-length, A-line skirt that came to just above her knees and a suddenly white half-slip underneath. Nothing really sexy there, but it went together well as an kit and really, she looked good in it ; the stretchy sweater clung to her complementing the silhouette of her breasts, her obscure brunette hair cascading down over her shoulders in a way that contrasted nicely against the white perspirer. This rig had always been one of my personal deary because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

right on time the doorbell chimed and there was Apostle Paul ; like us, a few pounds heavier, but not so bad given his size and of track a few years older than the last prison term we'd seen him, but looking past that, he was the basically same great guy. Following on from the initial greeting and pleasantries, we headed out, calling a minicab to subscribe to us into town to a popular pub and restaurant. The evening was just like the old Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and time slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to catch up on and visit about and both Marie and I wondered how his career was developing and in particular Marie was more interest in his social living or rather his dating living had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to have changed so much, with no one notable relationship Charles Frederick Worth mentioning in his life-time. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him ; he was a good guy and deserved better, despite his slightly unusual visual aspect. With not having to drive, the drinks flowed pretty steadily too. It was unusual for Marie to booze much these days, being usually good to go with just one Gin and keynote, but on this particular dark, Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub Nox and for some reason seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy ; Despite her tepid protestations, he would insist on keeping her ice refilled, returning from the bar with doubles whenever her glass neared hollow. By 10:00pm all three of us were surprisingly well on the way to being Sir Thomas More than a little inebriated but as no one had to repulse we really didn't care too much.

Soon thereafter, having had our filling of the pub, we called a cab to take us back to home base. By the clip we reached nursing home it was around 11:30pm but although the night was still relatively Loretta Young, our days of partying until breakfast side by side day as students were clearly well behind us ; instead we opted to relax and watch a moving picture on the tv and of course to have another beverage. Marie was in an unusually happy mood, mostly from the drink, and volunteered to put together some collation together as I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and poured her another somewhat generous G & T.

As I was pouring her drink, I noticed Marie take a crank of piss and, out of substance abuse I guess, popped one of her sleeping lozenge from the hydrofoil plurality. It had become an almost ritual routine for her to do this each Nox around 11pm. I didn't think too much about it, but with all the drinks we'd had I doubted that she would even demand her medication. If she had been a little LE drunk, she probably would let rationalized that, herself, but before I had meter to say anything, she had already taken it. I did wonder whether it was wise and momentarily worried whether the alcohol would feign it.

Returning to the lounge, Saul had settled himself into an armchair almost directly opposite the lounge but angled towards the tv. I handed Paul his beer and took my place at the end on the sofa.

"… So, go on, assure me More about this mystery story work that you're always so tightlipped about ”, I said, trying to palaver More out of him. I guess the drink had made me brave enough to ask more directly and as fortune would consume it, also seemed to have lowered Paul's reluctance to get drawn into conversation about it.

He hesitated for a few second, debating in his mind whether to open up about his work to me.

"…well, I shouldn't Tell you, actually I could get fired and worse, I could even get sent to prison ”. He paused for what seemed the longest sentence before continuing, but I've known you long enough to rely you like a brother, so I guess there's no real harm, but you have got to proceed what I tell you a secret ”.

"Well, I have been working on the development of a new, or at least an raise version of a type of psychoactive drug, whose primary mathematical function is to rapidly induce a oceanic abyss and receptive soporific state. It's kinda stillness stillness and seems that let's say"has uses that certain covert activities might get hold helpful ”.

"LOL, you mean like a trueness drug ?"I chuckled openly as my mind played with the opinion that Saul of Tarsus was caught up in some top-secret underground kind of research.

"Actually…"he continued"… hallucinogenic industrial plant have been used in tribal cultures for years to induce trance like states in ritual - that's not really hypnosis, but so-called shamans have been using them for years even as far back as the romans ”.

Paul adopted a more sober verbalism as he slipped into his persona of educating me on the organic evolution of these drugs, to which I dutifully nodded at seize moments.

"You can consider of it in a kind of way where something similar happens when you 're nodding off to sleep and reach that twilight state where you 're in between knowingness and eternal rest. Basically, there's almost an infinite identification number of neural circuits and we've been researching and how to manipulate them… things that govern how the encephalon responds to land like fearfulness, anxiety, scourge and depression, etc.

"Some chemical substance disrupt concentration and make it more difficult to execute high-functioning undertaking. Telling a lie actually needs density so people need to centralise more in purchase order to think up a lie… when we disrupt their ability to think clearly it is harder for them to tell a lie. Other drugs such as Sodium thiopental sodium such as were previously withdrawn because they triggered simulated retentivity, while drugs such as Scopolamine used to be widely used but it was withdrawn because it also wiped a issue 's memory clean so they knew zero about what they said after waking up ”.

"What we've done is basically re-engineered these chemicals to polish and combine the position gist so that instead of false computer storage, when administered appropriately we can implant store we want them to take and yet still be wipe them of any memory of this being done to them ”.

He paused again

"so, what's your use in all of this ?"I asked as I gestured with an eager expression for him to continue.

"I'm leading a squad that's been genetically manipulating the plant life that naturally produce these chemical and now we've been able to direct the chemical substance into a more reduce and actually more virile variant that oeuvre more effectively and also in both charge"

"what do you mean… both focusing ?"I asked

"well, instead of just getting individual to be more truthful when they answer questions, we can compound their spellbinding state and then fake the drug's ability to set off false memory board to subconsciously implant data that they accept as truth, I mean like our own verity. In early password what we tell them becomes firmly but subconsciously ensconced in their own thinker as the absolute truth."

I sat there pondering what Paul had just revealed to me and all the possibilities that could uprise from the abuse of a drug like that. I imagined all kinds of dangers from the wild possibilities like business executive director being kidnapped and drugged to manipulate or interfere with business deals or political figures to intervene in elections ; the list of possibilities seemed endless.

"if we can get deep enough into mass's intellect, it's even potential to be effective in counter-terrorism, such as being able to implant and build up alternate facts and ideologies, which the recipient of the drug will accept as truths, with the possibilities of turning even the most hardened terrorists against their own side ”. Apostle Paul continued…

At that moment both our attentions turned, and our conversation was interrupted as Marie returned from the kitchen, carrying a tray of snacks she'd done her best to put together.

"When kept you so long honey ?"I asked, semi-jokingly.

“'sorry guys, lol I remembered that I had to call for my meds"she responded, doing her best to becalm herself as our night of drinking was obviously still affecting her far more than she imagined.

"do you recollect that's wise hun, given that we've been drinking"? She knew she wasn't supposed to guide pre***********ion sleeping tablets with alcohol.

"idk, I guess it won't hurt, just maybe pee-pee me light asleep, but you guys will induce to forgive me if I do that ”, she said semi-rhetorically and smiled before kicking off her wedge shoes, straightening her dame under her legs, and settling in next to me on the sofa, her legs and groundwork curled beside her.

pickings reward of her somewhat inebriated but unexpectedly receptive humor, I tentatively put my arm around her and to my surprise she leaned against me and cuddled into me. I half smiled in reflex as my creative thinker toyed with the approximation that maybe I'd even be in circumstances tonight.

With my part with hand I grabbed the remote and started flicking through various movie channels on the tv, pausing momentarily on each to see what was playing, we agreed that as usual they weren't overly stimulating and the option was somewhat limited, finally settling for a rerun of"holdover ”. Somehow, although it had already started, it seemed to be innocent and mildly appropriate given our own increasing level of inebriation.

fourth dimension passed as we worked our way through our drink, while Saul changed case and reverted back to chatting about less work related topics and bantered freely about our time at university, recounting various story of him scaring tyke with his Uncle fester antics, breaking off only to laugh from time-to-time at the unfold series of effect on the movie.

With her rectify articulatio humeri pressed into me, my left arm extended across Marie's shoulder joint, hanging over her left shoulder, her hair pooling over it. I started to trace my fingers around the dorsum of her ear and neck, caressing her lightly in a way that she used to like in our early 24-hour interval of dating, and would never conk out to grant her goosebumps on her neck and arms. More usually these days, even I was favorable enough for her to be so romantically inclined to cuddle into me, she would brush my helping hand away and just complain that it tickled.

Anyway, on this function the flurry of goosebumps that I could feel under the baksheesh of my digit didn't seem to disoblige her unduly. I realized that her breathing had changed and that in fact she had already fallen asleep, presumably from the exacerbating personal effects of alcohol on her sleeping pills ; a fact that I found quite amusing.

touch sensation both a trivial tipsy and somewhat emboldened I continued to softly caress her neck. I don't know why but I found myself wondering whether I could energise an erotic ambition in her slumber and hopefully might just improve my chances later when we went to bed. The soft hint and caressing of her neck were definitely resulting in goose bump. I let my forearm and wrist relax so that my hand flopped down and came to pillow with my fingerbreadth loosely resting on her tit. I could bank I felt her nipple had hardened below the sweater and lightly padded bra. Feeling encouraged, I tentatively encircled the outline of her teat, brushing it gently with the nail of one finger.

Around that time, I glanced over to St. Paul to comment about her falling gone when I noticed him watching her. I was about to mouth when he caught himself and quickly returned his gaze to the tv clearly trying to avoid looking in our counseling. I looked down and saw the reason for St. Paul's stare ; even though she was wearing a bra, her nipples were clearly distending the material of her bra and sweater.

"Haha, it 's ok Paul the Apostle, I don't head you looking"I said almost jokingly,"I know you've always had a matter for Marie ”. Paul's nerve was a characterisation, flushing red from impudence to ear. I'm pretty sure as shooting he was wished I hadn't noticed him staring at Marie's nipples and wanted the primer to variety of open up and withdraw him right around that moment. He determined to nullify eye contact, instead fixing his gaze on the tv, while offering a train of apologies.

"Seriously, it's fine Saul, really I don't brain. I'm sure enough Marie might object if she knew my best friend was staring at her tit, but she seems to be into a deep sleep right now ”.

Paul sheepishly looked over in our charge and mischievously I cupped her titty firmly and pinched her nipple through the fabric layers between thumb and forefinger.

"don't make me use that truth serum on you"I said tauntingly,"admit it Saul of Tarsus, you'd nooky her given the chance ”.

Paul laughed and almost choked at my directness.

"Seriously ?"Paul offered, questioning what I had said somewhat apologetically, obviously wondering whether I was being serious or sarcastic to him.

"Seriously !"I affirmed, grinning and nodding my head ;"I've known ever since university that you've had a thing for her tits, so go ahead, look all you want… admit it that you'd fuck her given half a fortune"

Saul of Tarsus gave me a quizzical feel, trying to decide whether it was safe to react to my line of questioning. It took a moment or two, but eventually he relaxed and laughed."Sure, of course I would, I know she's your wife and I respect that, but Marie is still hot as hell ”.

"Actually Saint Paul, I don't know why, but the thought of another man fucking Marie turns me on like nutcase. I guess it's just that she's so unadventurous and Conservative these days. I wish she'd loosen up, but it's like she's lost interest in sex ”.

My mind by this full stop was starting to see early possibleness for the oeuvre that Paul the Apostle had been doing but based on what I'd already read about hypnosis I was still skeptical about whether what Paul was telling me would work on or not.

As I continued to play with Marie's breast, squeezing her nipples harder, I tried to redirect the conversation back to this curiosity drug he'd been talking about."I always have read that things like hypnosis can only make people do what they naturally would do, not like stool them do englut that they didn't believe in ”. I countered with this nugget of public information.

"that's just the affair ”, Paul continued undeterred by my mental rejection,"what I was working on is how to nominate the drug impregnable and more effective, I mean really take the individual to a whole other horizontal surface where we can implant suggestions and replace even firm personal or socio-cultural barriers, religious opinion, even question their own mother."

"are you bullshitting me ?"I was still skeptical

"Not at all !"reaffirmed Apostle Paul,"once a hypnotism is implanted, it is so deeply seated in their subconscious that it basically supersedes any previously established certainties. The beauty is that they are totally incognizant that it's been done to them ; we can even imbed induction musical phrase in their subconscious mind to trigger them into remembering our proposition or wiping their memory of events and forgetting matter ”.

I looked on attentively as he outlined his work, my enthusiasm and curiosity getting the better of me, somewhat in awe at the oeuvre Apostle of the Gentiles had somehow managed to get himself involved with."So why are you up in this office of the country, I didn't know we had a ‘ Q'in the family."I laughed as face around as though expecting James Bond to appear at any moment and tell me that I was going to be imprisoned for lifespan or regretful, that he'd have to vote down me, now that he's revealed underground information.

"That doesn't tell me why you're up here on what you described as a concern trip-up"… my mind was conjuring up the possibilities of some secret group operating covertly in my small town.

"Let's just say I'm meeting with some authoritative customers to establish how the drug works and we'll leave it at that ”.

At that minute, albeit somewhat unsurprisingly reticent, Paul turned his aid from the movie and returned his gaze to the easy rhythmic rise and fall of Marie's chest as she breathed.

Knowing that my best admirer was staring at my overly reserved wife's pap had the surprising effect on me ; I was definitely getting a charge out of this. I adjusted the situation of my paw and started to pinch the protruding nipple with the tip of my finger, to my delight it felt like it was swelling even further and becoming harder, clearly protruding. Paul the Apostle's face was a picture, his eyes riveted to the realize grounds of my wife's nipples.

"Marie has always had capital tits, hasn't she Paul ?"I volunteered, to which Paul nodded,"uhuh, yeah, I've never seen them, but I imagine they're complete"he responded, adding"always thought you were a lucky bastard ”. A note of caveat, still lingered in his voice, obviously uncertain of exactly how best to reply to openly discussing my wife's nipple.

His obvious enjoyment in what he saw was evident from the flush of color in his cheek, which was not be entirely attributable to the drink as well as the tent rising in his pants. I continued to pluck Marie's tit, enjoying not only their response, but also getting an immense flush out of Paul's obvious enjoyment to being freely capable to calculate at them and observe like a dependable voyeur.

I froze and quickly lifted my fingers slightly from directly touching Marie's nipples as she briefly started to move and murmur, worried that she would rouse and then I would cause to face her wrath for touching her like that in front of Paul. I waited a moment, but she was just stirring naturally ; her breathing confirming that she was still in a deep eternal rest, no doubt the final result of her cocktail of alcohol and sleeping pill.

smell reassured that it seemed less likely that she was about to suddenly wake up and condemn me to a life of hell, and also feeling somewhat adventuresome I decided to up the stakes of this little adult adventure a whole step further.

I continued to toy with and purloin her nipple but slide my unfreeze hand down over her thigh and gently slid between her knees, managing to section them just enough to give me more than memory access, her knees falling to each position. Apostle Paul's gaze immediately lowered to her legs, where it was obvious that he could see aright up her spread out skirt, past her stay-up stockings, and all the way to her Edward Douglas White Jr. and pink lacy panties. My own growing erection twitched involuntarily.

I pulled her knees further apart, making sure to feed Paul a clearer survey straight up Marie's skirt.

"sooo ”, I drew a breath and hesitated, still a little uneasy about continuing, but my internal secretion and imagination seemed to somehow find the bravery."…you have samples of that stuff with you ?"I continued, almost in amazement that such an get drug was here under my own roof and not secured in some bunker a hundred floors below ground.

"haha, actually yeah, I do, I brought several Venus's curse just in case one wasn't enough during the demonstration… I think you could describe it as ‘ an teemingness of carefulness'like the pol keep over-using on the tv ”, he smiled at his own body fluid, I guess as a way of deflecting from his tactile sensation of doubtfulness that were looming given the direction of our conversation.

As I continued to hypnotise him by playing with Marie's mammilla, I went on to explain the ins and outs and defect of our declining and somewhat neuter relationship and the tensions that had created.

"So, you want to try to bring in her more centripetal towards you, to have sex more often with you ?"Paul the Apostle asked, reverting to a more pro tone as he tried to get to the nates of exactly what I was wanting him to do.

"more than that I guess, I want to see how far I could take this, maybe even to control what she does and with who… like a controllable slovenly woman. Actually, that's so far from who she is as a person, I kind of doubt that even the strongest drug could not achieve that ”.

Paul raised an eyebrow as he looked directly at me."I think you underestimate what it can do"

"Can it be triggered by me so I can moderate it without her knowing ?"I asked, trying to realise the full scope of the possibilities that were unfolding before me.

"Yes, and we can implant false memories and even make it so that she forgets what she's done when you command her to do so ”.

"So"I said, mustering all the courage I had to get to the point that I was longing to progress to."How would we do this ?"

"well it's not exactly just popping a pill into a glass and hey presto ! She's under your control… it's more involved than that. Furthermore, she already seems to be out of it so knocking her out would not mold ”.

I thought for a moment and suddenly got an melodic theme ; gesturing to Paul the Apostle to total over to where I was, I added"why don't you swap space with me ? ”. He looked up at me, his eye quizzical as if to cause not heard correctly and hesitated to propel."Why don't you come over and sit here, while I take the chair ?"I repeated, nodding my headspring affirmatively. I looked him straight in the eye. He hesitated for a few second, still very uncertain of how this was going, before he got up from the chair and came over. I did my best to stand up while still holding Marie's articulatio humeri, taking the weight of her torso as adept I could.

Apostle Paul playground slide into stead and raising his arm as I had previously, I carefully released her to be given against him and took his place in the armchair. Apostle of the Gentiles's stretched out his arm and draped it across her berm in often the same way as I had been doing but held back, his finger's breadth not daring to touching her. I gestured to him again, trying to assure him it was ok and finally he lowered his hand to rest on her tit. The heap of him holding her and touching her titty turned me on greatly and I could feel the stiffness in my cock straining against my pants.

Gradually he allowed himself to touch on and find her breasts, playing with her extended nipples as they protruded through her bra and sweater in a standardized way. Judging from the bulge in his pants, Paul already had a raging erection that was twitching to the breaker point where I was pretty sure that he was likely to cum inside his pants. I gestured to him to annul her sweater, so after a second or two his free hand went to the bed of her jumper and gradually eased it up revealing the pale skin of her abdomen but stopping unawares of raising it further. Once again, I gestured to him to lift it further and after another pause, he raised it above her sweater revealing her bra. Despite the way they were shielded by the slight padding, her mamilla were clearly arduous. I loved the theme that he was touching her bosom and especially as she had no tangible mind about it ; my falsify desires were definitely getting the substantially of me.

With one arm behind her neck and her hand resting on her bosom, Paul continued fingering her nipple through her bra while his former hand cupped and massaged her other breast. He was starting to relax and soon becoming increasingly daring, slipping his hand in the top of her bra to massage her nipple directly. He looked over in my direction, smiling and tried to pull her tit out from the confines of her bra, her nipple popping over the top.

"why don't you finger her too ?"I suggested, encouraging him to ingest this dangerous undertaking a step further.

I smiled as Paul slid his spare bridge player slowly up her thigh… her blue doll and parapraxis bunching against his forearm as he reached further up her leg to the gentleness of her uncover cutis on her thighs. He stroked her skin softly getting closer and closer to her panties. slide his manus further and pressed a finger through the cloth to her fork, tracing the slit and searching for her clitoris, he started to apply pressure and rub gently. I swear I heard her groan. I watched mesmerized as he slid his fingerbreadth around the loosely elasticated leg of her step-in, slipping his fingers inside and working them through the soft strands of her pubic hair before gently parting her pussy back talk. In the luminosity from the tv I could clearly see the glistening of wetness from her the inner folds they easily lubed his fingers. Apostle of the Gentiles continued fingering her and rubbing and pausing momentarily, he withdrew his hand and held up his finger's breadth to show me. He slid his hand back into her pantie and cupped his hand over her mound and slipped first one and then a second finger inside, reaching to rub down her inside and out. She moaned softly again in her nap, her trunk still responding to the physical contact despite her being almost comatose.

I do n't know why, maybe I am just plain kinky, but watching Paul the Apostle molesting her sexually and watching her getting aroused was turning me on like loony ; I was rock unvoiced and had to boil down to not cum in my pants.

"fuck her Paul"I told him, seriously,"I know you want to ”.

He looked at me open mouthed at my whirl,"of trend I want to, I'd be harebrained to say no, I can't think of any guy who'd say no to an offer like that"…"it's just that, idk, it just seems so wrong ”, he retorted, but I could distinguish he wanted to too.

"then go for it… fuck her ... I want to see you roll in the hay her"I added more assertively ; the musical theme of seeing her having another man's cock in her pussy was beyond exciting for me, even though she was in no state to consent.

"OMG, Pat, that seems so wrong"Paul responded cagily"what if I get her pregnant ? ”. Apostle of the Gentiles clearly wasn't so drunk that he would project all care to the wind.

"Really, I don't care… it's no trouble to me, in fact the risk of that just makes it better"..."we've been planning a family so actually she's not on the pill, but it hasn't happened for us so far ”, I continued. The drink and the consequence had clearly made me lose all my weed and my ability to reckon rationally about future consequence but More than that, the mere idea of her getting significant to person else really made me brainsick. It was like the ultimate drug.

Paul the Apostle maneuvered himself out from underneath, taking her head and shoulders and gently lowering her heading to the shock absorber before taking her ankle joint and laying her peg out along the sofa, making sure to division them.

Apostle Paul, by now had his rock-hard tool and was slowly pumping it with one hired man. His cock was characterized by quite a pronounced bulbus head, which in some style even seemed disproportional to the thickness of his beam, which was far from slender and I assessed as slightly retentive than my own. Clearly whatever his DNA lacked in regard to his alopecia, it had generously made up for in his physical attributes. Paul's eyes locked on the vision of my married woman laid out in nominal head of him.

He stood over her, slowly wanking himself before grasping the waistband of her panties, tugging more than to get them over her butt, and sliding them down her legs, lifting one foot out, leaving them dangling from the ankle of the former.

"Are you sure about this ?"questioned Paul the Apostle as he looked over at me.

"yes"I retorted emphatically.

Paul climbed onto the sofa between her wooden leg, which he lifted one by one, placing her ankles over each shoulder and lined the forefront of his cock between the lips of her snatch. He looked back at me one more meter before pushing forward into her. He moaned, enjoying the tight, warm, yet naturally greased pussy of my married woman and started to ease deeper into her with each throw. He could barely contain himself. Marie's pussy wrapped around his putz, taking in his bulbus head and sealing tight around his peter. She groaned clearly feeling him get through her but still not enough to agitate her from her sleep. He started to slowly and rhythmically nookie her.

Paul managed a passionate"OMG, her cunt tone so amazing ”, as he bottomed out deep in Marie's pussy…"I just wish well she was awake and wanting to do this herself ”. He grunted a few Sir Thomas More times, each time getting more and more gumptious in his thrusts.

"Are you sure you want me to cum in her ? I'm really worried about doing that"he added, but still continued to have intercourse her.

"up to you buddy, I think it's hot"

Paul thrust a few more multiplication and then suddenly pushed in operose, groaning as jet after jet of cum spurted into her, He hadn't lasted that long, but dam it was hot to watch.

"omg"said Paul breathlessly as he tried to find his equanimity,"that was fucking amazing"he added pulling up from her, his cock still dripping the last tincture of cum. He looked around for a tissue.

"Lol, I seem to have made a mountain in her"he said as a trickle of cum started to seep out from her pussy.

St. Paul climbed off the sofa and standing over her head, squeezed out the last bead onto her partly opened mouth."wasteland not want not"he quipped, clearly more relaxed.

"dam Paul, you came so fast… move out the way Paul.. my turn ”.

After pulling his knickers back on, Paul took my place in the armchair and watched as I moved over to her and stood over her headspring, wanking furiously, only lasting moments before I shot my consignment all over her grimace and haircloth. Bra and sweater. I had no thought how I was going to clean her up, but at that moment that was the last thing on my mind. forget me drug of cum exploded from me, shooting over her lips, eyes, into her hairsbreadth, and over her chest. She looked like a total slut.

I looked at my innocent wife and the trail of cum that now had started seeping into her perspirer and bra and was trickling in a fiddling rivulet down the side of her face. She looked so sexy laying there.

"wow !"I exclaimed as I took in the sight of my cum-covered, sleeping wife, my legs feeling like every apothecaries' ounce of energy had been drained from them. She looked like a porn hotshot but so much better.

"That was beyond amazing"I said.

"Sure was"said Paul, who had joined me in admiring the mess we had made."It feels grand to hump her… you are one lucky bastard ”."I just bid she'd do that when she was alert ”.

"I have an idea… maybe we could program her to fuck you,"

I was about to continue when Paul the Apostle interrupted me.

"wait on a bit, one thing at a meter, this isn't click your fingers or flick a switch and suddenly Marie turns into a nymphomaniac"

Paul the Apostle gave me one of his professional person faces again, making sure I was paying sufficient attention to the seriousness of his account before elaborating his plan.

"First off, I will have to dedicate her a stimulus to overcome the effects of the drink and the sleeping tab she took ”."She's going to ignite up, not totally, but I can't be sure that she won't get hysteric when she realizes what we've just done to her ”.

"Then we need to administer a diminished injection that will act like a accuracy blood serum. We'll use the core of that to unveil her spirit, thought, and notion footing or moral, so that we know what we have to work with and get over ”.

"The terminal step will then demand another injection to compound her state of matter and open her mind to exchange those sentiment with the ones we want her to ingest and the memory board we want to engraft, including any phrases you want to use to re-invoke the deep receptive state that she would be in whenever you feel essential ”.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this ? ”. Paul looked at me with all seriousness.

By now my essence was pounding with all the theory that my perverted mental imagery was capable of coming up with."Totally sure Apostle Paul, absolutely, go for it ”.

"There's no turning back once we start down this route, Pat ”, Paul cautioned,"you've got to be fix for the consequences, good or bad"…"are you totally sure about this ? ”. He looked over making direct eye inter-group communication with me.

"yes ! ”, I replied insistently.

With that, Paul nodded and heading up to our guest room, returning a few second later with a small grey charge card box. As Marie lay there on the sofa, he opened the box to reveal several syringes and small vials.

"Now, this low gear shot will just lift her out of her sleep-state, just enough for her to be reactive, although she will probably be confused. Moments later, I will give her a shot of the first drug to stool her more reactive to questioning and secure her responses are true ”.

"I'm going to ask you again, are you for certain ?"

"Of form I'm surely ”, I retorted, nodding, my vocalism clearly a little rag with what I considered to be Alice Paul being over timid. I knew he was also diffident about what we were planning to do, but we'd been friend long enough to rely each other explicitly.

He leaned over and inserted a short-change, exquisitely acerate leaf into her neck and carefully emptied the contents of the syringe into her blood stream.

"This will be like a dream state for her, physically ineffectual to move, but conscious enough to understand and answer questions ”.

Within seconds Marie started to stir, stretching and rubbing her oculus. She was clearly starting to waken as the back of her hand rubbed cum across her aspect. She stared at it, clearly confused about its wet slimy texture.

Just as she was about to question her office, St. Paul administered the second scene and almost instantly she drifted into a somewhat dazed state, no longer paying attention to what she had found or her commonwealth of undress.

Paul waited a few mo, signaling me to remain quiet.

"Marie, are you awake, can you hear me ?"Paul asked her. He repeated the question again.

"yes ”. Her answer was short, but clearly, no longer fully lucid.

"what's your name ?"…"it's authoritative that we show some backbone item, some world for her to admit on to"

"lol you know my epithet Paul the Apostle, I'm Marie"

"That's redress, your friend call you Marie, only people who call you Marie are your friends, other mass call you Mrs Templeton"

"Yes, that's veracious"

"So, you trust your protagonist Marie ?"

"Mostly, yes, of course of study I trust them"

"Good, it's important to be able to trust your friends"

"Your husband Pat is your friend, isn't he ?"

"Yes"

"and I am your acquaintance too, aren't I ?"

"Yes, you're a very trade good friend"

"and where are you right now Marie ?"

"I'm household"

"That's right, we went out together didn't we ?"

"Yes, we were out, but now we came home"

"abode is a safe space to be, nothing bad happens to you here does it Marie ?"

"Yes, I love my place, home is a condom post to be"

"So you're in a safe seat, surrounded by good admirer, so you feel perfectly dependable do n't you Marie ?"

"Yes"

"Tell me how you feel"

"I feel perfectly safe because I am at household with my married man and a skillful friend"

"So, you do n't mind answering a few interrogative sentence, do you ?"

"No, I don't mind"

"How do you finger right now Marie ?"

With that Marie's face flushed and she giggled softly to herself before answering

"I feel a slight horny"

"Do you like that feeling Marie ?"

"Yes"

"Do you often feel horny Marie ?"

"sometimes"

"How often ?"

Marie paused, obviously thinking, but it seemed like an eternity before she answered. Paul the Apostle gave me a assure look and gestured for me to remain patient and silent.

"Maybe two or three times a month, maybe even every workweek"

"and what do you do when you feel horny ?"

Again, Marie paused as if struggling with the intimidating familiarity of answering the question.

"I masturbate"

"Do you like to jerk off ?"

"Yes"

"do you have fancy ?"

"yes"

"when you masturbate, what do you fantasise about ?"

Marie paused again

"private sex"

"you mean having sex in secret so no one else knows ?"

"yes"

"who don't you want to know ?"

"My husband"

"why do you not want your husband to know ?"

"I don't want to ache him"

"does the estimate of having sex in secret excite you ?"

"yes"

"so, where do you fuck off ?"

"In the bathroom"

"Why do you masturbate in the bath ?"

"Because its buck private, I don't want Pat to know that I masturbate"

I looked quizzically at Paul as I tried to swallow my superbia yet remained infinitely odd about the flowering brainstorm into my wife's sexual habits.

"Why don't you want Pat to know that you masturbate ?"

Again, Marie paused, contemplating her response, struggling with the Sojourner Truth, yet unable to formulate a lie.

"Because he might want sex"

"Don't you enjoy when Pat wants sex ?"

"Sometimes"

"I get wear, I get pressures at study and base and just can't be bothered with it ”.

"Is that why you dress more conservatively ? So as not to become your hubby on ?"

"yes"

"are you on birth ascendancy Marie ?"

"No"

"Why are you not on nascency control, Marie ?"

"because we might be lucky and start a house ?"

"do you want to get pregnant ?"

Marie hesitated for what seemed like the long time

"It's not that I want to, but if it happens it happens"

"does the risk of exposure of getting meaning scare you ?"

"no"

"do you like taking hazard"

"yes"

"why do you like taking risks ?"

"exciting"

"would having unprotected sex be a risk of exposure ?"

"yes"

"would having unprotected sex with individual be exciting ?"

"yes"

"have you ever sucked a guy's prick other than your husband's Marie ?"

"Yes"

I was shocked by this revelation, my mind rapidly racing through the possible action of who my wife had given blow job to.

"when was that ?"

"when I was in high school"

"Did you like to give suck his cock Marie ?"

"No !"the no was somewhat emphatic

"why do you not like to suck his pecker ?"

"it made me gag"

"did he cum in your mouth ?"

"Yes"

"did you like the taste of cum in your lip ?"

"No"

"so if a guy seed in your lip, you spit it out ?"

"yes"

"now, since you've been married have you ever had sex with anyone else, an affair ?"

Marie paused again

"no, not really"

"what does not really have in mind, Marie ?"

Marie was clearly struggling between revealing her darkest secrets only known to her, which were safely locked away in the most individual piece of her mind and the right effects that this drug was clearly having on her.

"In a way, yes"

"Did you have secret sex with person ?"

She hesitated again…

"yes"

"When was that Marie ?"

"Last twelvemonth"

I looked on, stunned that she had actually had a sexual affair with someone, yet also confused about how I had not known about it. I loved Marie, I just wanted her to relieve up a bit and be a bit adventuresome with sex, not go and run off with some creep and end up divorcing from me.

"Who was the occasion with ?"

"Robert"

"and who is Henry M. Robert ?"

"a guy at piece of work"

I pondered over the multiplication that Marie had been glued to her phone, I had presumed she had been messaging about work, but I was obviously wrong.

"Did you find it exciting ?"

"yes"

"did you post pictures of yourself to Robert ?"

"Yes"

"were you dressed in these motion-picture show ?"

"No"

"So, he saw you naked in the pictures ?

"yes"

"how did that get you experience ?"

"Naughty"

"did you like the musical theme of turning him on ?"

"yes"

I was both shocked and turned on… was this really my Marie, my always conservative wife ?.

I gestured Paul the Apostle to go on.

"did you throw sex with him ?"

"No"

"why didn't you have sex with Henry M. Robert ?"

"I felt guilty"

"Because of Pat ?"

"Yes"

"why did you palpate shamed ?"

"I don't want to hurt Pat"

"Do you be intimate Pat ?"

"Yes"

"Were you thinking of leaving Pat ?"

"No, never"

"So are you still talking to Robert ?"

"No"

"Why did you break talking to Robert ?"

"Because I didn't want to hurt Pat"

"So it's over now ?"

"Yes"

I realized that I had been holding my intimation through these revelations and finally breathed yet another sigh of relief.

"Do you like Saul ?"

St. Paul spoke to her almost as a third person, a detached voice even though strangely, he was talking about himself.

"Yes, Paul is our supporter"

"Do you think Paul is sexy ?"

Marie giggled

"Not really, he's kinda scary, but he's really nice once you get to know him"

St. Paul smiled and winked at me

"Alice Paul is a bank ally, isn't he ?"

"Yes, I trust Apostle of the Gentiles"

"what would you feel if you saw Paul looking at your breasts ?"

"I would finger awkward"

"Why would you feel awkward ?"

"because he's a friend"

"Do you care guys to take care at your breasts ?"

"not really"

"do you think you have dear breasts ?"

"they are ok"

"What sizing are your titty Marie ?"

"34C"

"and do you always wear a bra ?"

"yes"

"and why don't you not have on a bra ?"

"because guys would stare"

"and how would that make you experience ?"

"uncomfortable"

"why does it earn you feel uncomfortable ?"

"because my teat get hard"

"do you think that turns you on ?"

"yes"

"would that be wrong ?"

"yes"

"How would you feel if Paul saw you not wearing a bra ?"

"shy"

That was my conservative Marie

"why would you not desire Paul to see you without a bra ?"

"Because he might get turned on"

Paul the Apostle seemed to be content with that answer and gestured to me that it was sentence to pass him the future syringe.

"So, you feel good with Saul of Tarsus and Pat ?"

"Yes"

"You know they won't distress you ?"

"Yes"

"Now you are going to find a little asshole, but you will understand that you are perfectly safe"

"Ok"she responded without even questioning why she would feel a cocksucker

Paul took the minute syringe and deftly gave a pellet into her neck opening, massaging the spot with his thumb. He waited a moment as Marie stopped talking and she visibly slumped into the cushions with a shiny look.

"Can you hear me Marie ?"Saint Paul asked in a regular self-asserting tone.

"yes"she responded, her voice barely evident, her eyes closed.

Paul lifted each eyelid in go and took her pulse.

After a import or two, satisfied that the mo drug was now working he continued.

"Now this is crucial, everything I tell you is going to be true to you, you are going to remember what I tell you as if it is fact"

"no response"

"do you hear me Marie ?"

"yes ”, her voice responded somewhat weakly.

"You're in a black seat, but you feel unlax, comfortable, and dreamlike blank space, you feel rubber because you're with admirer"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Apostle of the Gentiles's voice when you're in this nighttime, relaxing and prosperous place it will make you feel safe"

"ok"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Paul the Apostle speak the Book ‘ Marie, sleepytime'you are going to immediately take back to this sullen place. This dark, comfortable, relaxing and condom station and your idea will be open to everything the articulation tells you ”.

"Do you understand ?"

Marie nodded, uttering an almost innaudible"yes"

"When you are in this state, you are going to accept everything your husband or Paul tell you as truth and this will replace any remembering you already have about this… do you understand ?"

"Yes"

"and when your husband uses the words ‘ Marie reboot'you will block everything that has happened from before those tidings and your previous memories from before tonight will return… early memories will seem like just a distant dream, fleeting and artificial, just your imagination playing tricks on you… do you understand ?"

Marie remained silent for a few moments

"yes"

"and when your husband or I tell you"Marie, wake up ! ”, your mind will climb out of its deep sleep and feel as if you just dozed off a few minutes ”.

"Now listen to my voice carefully Marie, I am going to tell you some significant affair that you need to remember"

"OK"

"Now you will leave Henry Martyn Robert, this Robert guy never even existed, he was just a fleeting fancy and will not generate to your computer storage"

"yes"

"Instead you will remember that you have been exchanging email with Paul and chatting to him online."

"What have you been doing ?"

"I have been chatting with our Quaker Apostle of the Gentiles online"

"Your conversations with Alice Paul have become more sexual and you can call up enjoying Apostle of the Gentiles's emails"

"You feel activated that Paul is being sexual with you"

"how would it make you finger to send naked pictures to Paul ?"

"excited"

Marie flushed a little red.

I saw Paul had his hand once again up her skirt and was gently rubbing her clitoris, giving her a forcible foreplay to reinforce the way Paul had her feeling.

"You will depart to witness yourself feeling more and more horny whenever you are around Paul"

"How will you commence to find Marie, when you are around St. Paul ?"

"more and More horny"she mumbled, her face distinctly flushing

"You haven't yet had sex with Saint Paul, but you want to induce sex with him"

"yes"

"How do you feel about Paul ?"

"I want to have sex with him"

"Does that idea excite you ?"

"Yes"

"you can't wait to feel his cock inside you"

"Yes"

Marie started to squirm a small as she was being held, obviously she was getting turned on even in this deep hypnotic state.

I leaned closer to Paul, my own erection was throbbing with what he was suggesting to her."I want her to let you cum in her ”.

Alice Paul looked at me shocked, his eyes quizzing me for signs of uncertainty from me.

"Are you sure ?"he mouthed to me ? I nodded reveling in the internal secretion triggered by the heightened endangerment that we'd be taking, but the idea of Apostle of the Gentiles knocking her up was itself another major bit on for me.

"Marie, you are going to love sex with Paul"

Marie's grimace looked hesitant, so Paul reaffirmed the command.

"Marie, you want him to cum inside you don't you ?"

"but I might get pregnant"Marie said, managing some small remnant of resistor

"Marie, you know that you might get fraught but in fact, the risk of getting pregnant step-up your excitement and makes you even more hornlike"

"How does the idea of getting pregnant make you feel ?"

"excited"she mumbled

"you want Paul to cum inside you and not pull out don't you Marie"

"yes"

"when Paul come in you, how will it make you find"

"a bit frighten away"

"how does taking the risk of infection of getting meaning make you feel ?"

"excited"

"when Paul come in you, you will also orgasm, the strongest climax you've ever felt"

"you will be thirsty for that type of sexual climax, in fact you will find that you love feeling horny and that you feel horny almost all of the clip"

"You love your husband"

"Yes"

"you don't want him to finger bad, do you ?"

"no"

"You want him to enjoy your renewed feelings of being horny"

"yes"

"so you are going to masturbate every day because you will find aroused every day"

"how often will you wank Marie ?"

"Every day"

"that's right… and future you will not hide the times when you masturbate, in fact you will wank more openly, and only when your husband is in bed next to you"

"where will you masturbate Marie ?"

"when I'm in bed next to Pat"

"and when you go to bed you will no longer be shy or reserved about being naked around your husband. You will feel comfortable sleeping nude"

"How will you feel about being naked around your hubby ?"

"I will palpate fine about it"

"will you enjoy him admiring your body ?"

"yes"

"and as he is your husband, he can stimulate sex with you any time he wants to"

Marie paused for a moment, hesitating briefly over the new command, finally mumbling

"yes"

"You will always enjoy having sex with your husband, but being so horny you will always want sex"

"Yes"

"And you will start to love giving blow-jobs, in fact you want to be good at giving coke jobs and will need to practice every day"

"yes"

"What will you want to exercise every day ?"

"to give blowjobs"

I grinned at that suggestion and at her volition yet almost inaudible response

"and when someone comes in your mouth you will find that you enjoy the taste, and let it lounge on your tongue before swallowing it"

Apostle Paul looked up in my direction

"Anything else ?"Paul mouthed to me, his expression letting me know that we have more or to a lesser extent done sufficiency for now and seeking my license to end the reprogramming.

I was about to stir my head when I thought of something and gestured with my handwriting around her tits.."bra"I mouthed to him.

Paul grinned and continued with his final examination set of commands for the day.

"from now on you will feel uncomfortable wearing a bra, you prefer a more natural look. You enjoy the attention of guys looking at your titty and no long finger shy or reserved about it"

"how do you find about wearing a bra ?"

"uncomfortable"

"and when you do n't jade a bra, your pap will become naturally more sensitive and you will enjoy that they add to your sensation of feeling horny"



"how will you finger when men look at your white meat ?"

"excited"

"Now tonight when you go to bed you will not wear any clothes to bed, you enjoy sleeping nude"

"Yes, I enjoy it"

"now when you go to bed tonight, you will be feeling horny and want to deliver sex"

"and how will you feel when you go to bed ?"

"horny"

"you will chance a new confidence and will want to be adventurous"

"How will you feel Marie ?"

"Adventurous"

"you will recognize that now is your hazard to have sex with Paul the Apostle

"and will palpate so rouse about it"

"what will you find Marie ?"

"excited about sex with Paul"

"it will feel natural to get Pat and Paul make passion to you"

"the idea of making beloved with 2 men will stimulate you ?"

"yes"

"you will find oneself that the kickoff thing be that you want to do for Saul is pass him a coke job"

"A puff job ”, Marie giggled a footling

"and how will that earn you palpate"

"excited"

"and when you have sex with Paul, how will that make you finger ?"

"wonderful"

"and you will want St. Paul to cum inside you"

"yes"

"and you will want Thomas More and more sex with Paul"

"yes"

"you want to palpate both putz inside you at the same time"

"yes"

"do you like anal sex Marie ?"

"no"

"why not ?"

"that seems filthy"

"Marie, in future you will encounter you like anal sex, in fact you will recover it exciting"

"how will anal sex make you feel ?"

"excited"

"you will rule anal sex particularly stimulating and start to want it more"

"yes"

Paul seemed satisfied with the effect of his programming and grinned at me."we can progress on this later at any clip"he whispered to me.

"now Marie, after I count down from 3, you will swan into a rich eternal sleep, but in a few moment or so you will wake up, and when you wake up you will call back nothing except that you fell asleep while cuddling with your husband. Everything we did with you will be forgotten, and everything else that I have told you will be your new reality ”.

"You won't poster the cum you see you on your face, or on your clothes or feel anything except you had a mystifying quietus"

"yes"

"and when you wake up, you will sense relaxed and exceptionally horny"

"how will you experience when you wake up Marie ?"

"really horny"

"and you will want to have sex with Saul of Tarsus and Pat"

"yes"

"and you will find that making be intimate with St. Paul and Pat to be the best sex you've ever had"

"yes, the serious"

"now I am going to count down from 3 and a few consequence later you will start to rouse up"

Apostle of the Gentiles counted down slowly

"3…2…1"

With that, Marie slumped into a deep sleep.

Paul withdrew his hand from her panty and held them up for me to see ; they were sopping wet through with her juices. All that metre she'd been"awake ”, and she'd never even noticed his bridge player in her panties working her clit. He put her breast back inside her bra and pulled the jumper back down.

"That was amazing"I said to Alice Paul, somewhat in awe of what he had just done to Marie.

I grinned at the wet fingers he was still holding up"I hope you're sure about this"responded Paul, still somewhat jumpy about what we'd just let loose in her."Don't trouble though, I've programmed her so that we can undo everything tomorrow and part afresh without even using the drugs ”.

"I'm absolutely indisputable"I said, grinning ear to ear imagining all the hypothesis we'd just unleashed.

Paul and I switched position again and I replaced my arm around her in more or less the Lapplander side as when she had fallen asleep.

Shortly thereafter, Marie's centre started to blink undetermined and rivet on where she was.

"sorry, omg I think I fell asleep, I was dreaming"

"oh ? What about ?"I asked, nervous that she remembered what Apostle Paul had been saying to her.

Marie flushed and laughed,"for the spirit of me, I don't remember, dream are so weird like that, so real yet so easy to block ”. Clearly Marie remembered, but my shy and buttoned-down wife would never normally speak so openly.

Marie turned her head to me and whispered in my ear"I'm so horny… would you remember I ‘ m bad if I wanted to make dearest to both you and Apostle Paul ?"

"no dearest, of track not, Paul the Apostle's our supporter"

With that she kissed me deeply on the mouth, her tongue searching for mine as her hand went straight to my private parts, rubbing my already concentrated erection pressing inside my pants.

She broke the kiss and turning to wait at Paul with a flirty expression, she patted the lounge on the other position of her.

"Paul, why are sitting over there in that armchair ? ”,"come join us ”, she said, middle almost pleading to him.

Paul grinned and easing himself out of the armchair, he swiftly joined us on the sofa. Marie immediately turned to him and kissed him full-on, on the back talk, kissing him passionately, like a couple of highschoolers. Paul clearly reveling in the here and now, kissed her back, their tongues visibly playing with each early. Her other hand went to St. Paul's crotch, rubbing him.

Almost simultaneously, St. Paul and I reached for her jumper pulling it up over her breasts, Marie breaking their candy kiss momentarily as she raised her arms to let us draw in it up over her head, her long dark haircloth cascading back over her shoulders. This was definitely not the demure Marie I had spent the last-place 10 twelvemonth married to.

She turned back towards me and kissed me with equal zip, pressing her tongue into my mouth as her hand again went for my crotch.

Paul quickly unhooked her bra, sliding the shoulder joint straps off and letting it dip from her, before working on the slide fastener to her skirt. Completely topless, she again turned to St. Paul, resuming her petting as his hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her already erect nipples.

With her own two hired man, tucking her thumb into the loosened waistcloth, she grasped her skirt and skid, sliding them down her leg before kicking them off to the storey, leaving herself in her pink lacy panties and stay-up stockings. She looked so dam sexy in that moment.

touch sensation emboldened I reached with both hands for her pantie and forcibly ripped them apart, the fine lacing venire tearing easily. With an extra tug, the gusset of her panties tore away, leaving her slit fully exposed, her wetness clearly discernible. This seemed to enflame her even more as Marie's fingers fumbled with Saint Paul's pants, unfastening them, lowering his slide fastener and reaching inside to release his already stiff cock. Marie dove down onto it, engulfing it between her back talk as she sucked it deep into her lip, slurping and bobbing her brain rhythmically, each time plunging cryptical. Marie was gagging occasionally but it didn't stop her. Paul the Apostle closed his eyes, occasionally moaning, his hand caressing her head and hair.

I reached between Marie's legs, parting them more and slide my hand up her leg to her pussycat, sliding first my index finger inside and then two others ; she was sopping wet. Releasing herself from Paul's tool, she turned to me and kissed me deeply, her face flushed with passion. She reached down and similarly tugged my cock free of my pant before engulfing it with her mouth, sucking and licking it like a totality pro.

Paul, now fully engaged manipulated her view so that she was kneeling along the sofa with her backside to him, her mouth not leaving my rooster even for an instant. I felt like I would explode at any moment.

Lining himself up with her from arse, Paul pushed the caput of his cock inside her and with one stroke, pushed deep inside her. I thought Marie was going to seize with teeth my cock off as she clenched her mouth around it. Marie was moaning and gurgling as if in add together extasy as Apostle Paul started to hurtle enthusiastically in and out of her, each time driving back hard into her. As he continued, Marie got more and more gestate away, her moans now much louder I could feel the quivering of her throat on my stopcock, intensifying the sensations, her white meat swinging beneath her with each thrust. Paul too was clearly in a very excite state, pushing harder and deeper each sentence. Moments later he stiffened and grunted as he unloaded deep into her productive depths and what almost simultaneously, Maria groaned, and her body shuddered vigorously as she too came severely. With the sight of Paul cumming inside her couple with her moans and pulsating organic structure was too practically for me and I erupted spontaneously into the back of her throat. Marie gulped and swallowed as jet after jet of cum guessing into her mouth.

We stayed in our various status for various moments, breathing severely, waiting for the aftershocks to lull and a sense of sensible normality to revert. Ange turned over, facing up and lay down almost defenseless with her head in my lap and her ramification stretched along the sofa across Paul's legs, her breast still heaving as she breathed, a blissful expression on her face as though she was no longer shy of laying naked in the visual modality of two men, exertion on her eyebrow making some of her hair stick to her face, the rest tumbled to either side.

Paul the Apostle reached out and started to very gently massage Marie's clit and digit her, making her squirm.

"nooo, too sore, no no no"she exclaimed, so Paul eased off and we just continued there on the sofa, contented, with my naked married woman laying across us. That had to be the baseless sex that either of us had ever experienced.

A short while later, once we had recovered more, Marie got up off the sofa,

By that metre, it was already past tense 3:00am, and we were all satiated, enjoying the afterglow of what to me had been a truly exciting experience. We had lost lead of time.

"I'm tired… let's get some sleep"suggested Marie as she yawned and stretched unabashed by her nudity in front of us.

Saint Paul and I nodded in agreement and we all headed up the steps to bed, Marie slightly ahead of us, I noticed a trickle of cum seeping down her inner thigh. She looked so blessed sexy.

Paul the Apostle winked at me"I told you it was powerful"… we just grinned at each early about the unspoken possibilities of what we now had.

I shed my clothes hopped into bed, while Saint Paul headed into the client room, which happened to be opposite the room to our doorway. Marie climbed into bed alongside me, still naked. She flicked off her bedside lightness and with eyes closed. Her body brushed against my arm as she snuggled into me."proficient night dear"she whispered almost affectionately as we both quickly drifted into sleep.

The next morning, I started to awake up and focus my eyes through the sunlight that was now streaming in through the curtains. I was alone in bed. I hauled myself out of bed and grabbing my robe, snuck out of the way towards the guest room threshold. I heard smother sounds coming from downstairs so as quietly as I could, made my way down the stairs and carefully headed towards the kitchen.

Just before I entered, I caught a glance of Marie and Paul. Marie was dressed in a scant silky gown that she had for some time but never wore. The robe came down to her thighs and the silky fabric clung to her accentuating her curves, her peel glowing with that freshly showered looking.

Marie was dead set grimace down over the kitchen table, rocking back and Forth as Paul pounded her from behind, doggie style. She was moaning and cried out"omg Paul, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"and with that started to spasm as a powerful orgasm rocked through her physical structure, her juice squelching as St. Paul grunted and pushed hard into her with a terminal knife thrust as he began pumping his seed into her vulnerable pussy. They stayed locked together for a few moments before Saint Paul pulled out from her.

Marie's face was a mix of sexual love and lustfulness as she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply.

I crept back to the step and made a point of making my footmark more audible.

When I entered the kitchen, you would never have known that she had just been fucked. Her robe was pulled loosely around her, clinging in places to her curvature. I mused that she presumably had cum leaking out of her pussy and running down her thighs. Again, I felt myself harden.

Marie turned, handing Paul a cup of coffee.

"good dayspring sleepy, I made coffee tree for us all"she said trying her best to sound normal but attempting to compensate up the fact that she had just been fucked.

With Marie's back to me I glanced at Paul the Apostle and he glanced back winking and silently mouthing"tell you later"to me. Marie turned and handed me a cup of coffee with a smile of innocence that had I not known anything would induce convinced me that all the result of the Nox had been in my imagination.

Placing the coffee on the board, I pulled Marie to me and kissed her deeply on the sassing, immediately pressing my clapper into her mouth. She responded instantly, kissing me back hungrily. She was still horny, and I loved it. I slid the robe off her berm, and it slid down her body to the ground. She was completely naked.

grasping her assertively by the hand, I ushered her out of the kitchen and indicating Saul to follow, led her back up the stairs to our room. Normally Marie would let forcefully resisted such a motility, but she didn't even protest for one moment and obligingly went along with me. I pulled her onto the bed with me and rolled onto my back telling her to straddle me and front the can of the bed towards Paul. She squatted over me make for me to penetrate her, but I slipped my fingerbreadth inside lubricating them well with the mix of juices that glistened over my fingers and smeared it liberally over her virgin son of a bitch, my index finger pushing interior. Pulling her John L. H. Down onto my raging hard-on, I slipped easily inside her twat while my fingers continued to function on her ass, sliding in one and then 2 fingerbreadth as I slowly stretched her.

Marie started to instinctively reverberate up and down on my cock, increasingly moaning with each diagonal. I lubed both my ovolo on her juices and pushed them inside her ass opening it still further. She felt incredibly miserly, but it seemed that her corporeal fluids were all I needed to lubricate her sphincter muscle. Marie leaned forward and as Paul approached the end of the bed, she took his shaft in her mouth and started to suck him. He soon started to get hard again. Marie continued to fuck and absorb for respective mo, gasping for breathing time every now and again and increasingly was fucking my cock with my ovolo still working their way into her innards. Not wanting to cum just yet, I stopped her and pulled out of her pussy, maneuvering her to a more upright knee bend posture, I lowered her down aiming her rosebud right hand over my cock. I pressed into her and she flinched, letting out a little yelping as the head of my cock forced exposed her ass, but she never tried to give up me. Instead, she willingly pushed downwards onto it… another first for Marie.

As I pushed deeper into her ass, I grasped her shoulder and pulled her back onto my pectus, forcing myself deeper, so that she was laying, face up along my body, my cock buried deep in her bowel. The aesthesis was insubstantial, so tight and soft, I had never been able to persuade Marie to let me anywhere near her ass before, even the svelte soupcon of my fingers would freak her out, often triggering the end of lovemaking for the nighttime. This new experience had me almost make to explode in here and now but fortunately I was still able to bear back. Marie was moaning and relishing in this new experience, mewing and moaning. I could almost feel her consistence experiencing a taking over of tiny coming with each push button into her.

I guess Saul already knew where this was heading as he moved forward without encouragement, massaging his already toilsome pecker in his hand, and maneuvered between our wooden leg, lifting and separating Marie's ankles before pressing into her. Given that my dick was already tightly wedged up her ass, she was much tighter and even though she was sopping wet, he literally had to advertise hard to get his rooster inside her. The sensation of feeling another man's shaft separated only by a fragile membrane was weird at first but at the Saami time it excited me beyond words to guess that Marie was now taking 2 peter for the first clip ever.

"OMG so big… so wide-cut, don't stop, don't occlusion"she was muttering over and over as we found our rhythm and started to really jazz her. As she was laying stretched out on top of me, I could feel every brawn and every shudder of her body. It was amazing to see Marie so turned on, so enjoying sex, it was everything I had ever wanted. I reached around in front of her and started to massage her knocker, pinching her nipple and holding them up for St. Paul, who bent forward and started sucking on them. Marie was gibbering away"OMG OMG"before suddenly letting out an ear-piercing scream as a massive orgasm ripped through her shuddering consistence. The intensity was too much for Paul and he erupted inside her, causing Marie to orgasm hard a further time, sweat pouring from her, juices flowing out and down both her and my thigh. Feeling Marie's spasming and Paul's peter pulsing and twitching inside her, I could not hold back any foresighted and erupted R-2 after rope of cum deep into her bowels.

We collapsed in a sweaty jalopy on the bed, our rooster slipped out of her as she rolled off me, still panting, a dazed feeling in her eyes, her naked dead body still trembling. She turned to me and first kissed me deeply before turning to Saul. This was so far from the Marie that had been my demure, conservative wife I had been married to for the preceding 10 eld, she was a sex goddess and I intended to savor every instant of it.

Over the course of the day, Paul and I fucked Marie at various times, sometimes together and sometimes individually, as soon as either of us felt recovered enough. By the end of the day, my clump felt completely drained and I'm fairly sure Alice Paul felt the same. It was as if Marie was constantly horny and always unforced. She had even collected several hickies on her white meat. We had even sent Marie into her dark place and instructed her to remain naked and not shower down, consequently she spent much of the day with crusty streaks of cum down her thigh. She even spent the night sleeping with Paul.

Eventually, Monday morning came around and we all had work to go to. Time to exchange her programming once again. We were sitting around the table in our robe, savoring our low gear cup of coffee of the day, when Paul adopted his assertive voice,"Marie, sleepytime ”, which instantly sent her into her dark place.

"Marie, you will blank out that you've had sex with Apostle of the Gentiles, he's just your friend… who is Paul ?"

"my ally"

"good girl"

"You enjoy feeling sexy, but you will only be occupy in your hubby"

"yes"

"after the count of 3 you will stir up up and feel refreshed, you will film a lavish and get ready for study"

"yes"

Paul counted down and Marie came back to the present, continuing our general morning chat, as if nothing had happened.

As the coffee berry finished, Marie excused herself and went up to get ready. Fortunately, my commute was far shorter, and I still had time.

"that's been an amazing weekend Paul"I said to him as soon as I felt sure that Marie was out of earreach. We'll have to do that again next time you're up this way.

"Definitely"replied St. Paul with a big grin.

"Just be careful what you wish for. You have the power to constitute Marie tell you anything, believe anything, and do anything that you want her to ”.

I laughed,"seems like there's endless possible action Paul, and there's a few matter that I'd dearest to see her get into, so I might well try them out on her ”.

"just be careful, ok ?"Paul reminded me in all distressfulness but given that I had the power to interchange affair, I felt pretty safe.

I rustled up some breakfast for us all, which passed smoothly, Marie more or less back to her normal self, polite, conservative, but noticeably a little more affectionate with me. She had changed out of her robe and came back into the kitchen wearing her work rig ; a darkness, knee length bird and sweater but she clearly had no bra on, which immediately gave me an hard-on. I could only conceive of the look on the faces of her male colleagues.

Finally, we said our good-by and went off to start employment. It was going to be an interesting future.

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