My figure is Pat aged, 30 and my wife, Marie and I had been married for a little over 10 years, having met, fallen in erotic love, and married early on, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 class old, she was still in exceptionally unspoiled shape, almost as trim 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 often as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to dress and behave to a greater extent sexily, she always seemed to prefer to curry somewhat conservatively, a little too conservatively for my perceptiveness. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for prosperous but jolly bikini expressive style, rather than sexy panties or thongs. Even if we went on holiday to Spain, she would opt for a sensible swimsuit or bikini and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite most of the charwoman around us on the beach baring their breasts for all to enjoy.

Although our sex living had been quite active agent at 20, over the conclusion few years it had dwindled away and had become much less sponsor and more predictable. I'd sometimes tried to liven up our sex animation and try to charm her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her salutary to invalidate anything outside of a simple fuck once or twice a month providing that I recognized the right on here and now, usually a few mean solar day before her menses. Don't ask me why, but the shortage of anything resembling a properly sex-life had taught me to observant and pay attention to the subtlety and humble indications that sex might be available to me if I played my card game right. attempt to arouse her at other sentence were usually rejected, with one of her steady excuses. Sex when it did happen was mostly in a passive missionary position. Even a blow 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 exploit to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her occupy in sharing a porn video to liven up the relationship a bit, but her interest or willingness to determine those was either met with disdain or were transient. There was one picture, however, where the unfolding floor was of a married woman who ended up having a brief encounter with a stranger. I remember this because it stood out in my idea at that metre as she got much wetter than normal. Although not directly mentioning how aroused it had made her, I tried to advertize the boundaries on the rare occasions that we had sex and prosecute the idea of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as"pure fiction"and nothing that would ever be considered in genuine life.

She had always been a fairly light sleeping car and sometimes would fire up during the nighttime, but more recently had even started to take a sleeping oral contraceptive pill having been to the Doctor of the Church about her sleep problem. Personally, I was never for certain whether this was just to aid her excuse or whether she really had a problem, but they certainly seemed to criticize her out cold and once at rest, cypher much would really wake her. I must fink that once I could be sure that she was asleep, I would use this meter to jerk off and relieve the pent-up latent hostility, mostly choosing to fantasize about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

Thinking back to my days in university, around the time when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a categorical with a guy named Paul. I was studying computer science and Apostle Paul had pursuing a joint degree in Psychology and Biochemistry, which, at that time, I thought was pretty unearthly. Now Paul was a great guy, a gentle bear of a man ; genuine, extremely smart, with slap-up sense of sense of humor. We quickly became the best of friends. Unfortunately, somewhere along the lines his gene pool had let him down and he had ended up sharing more than a passing resemblance to Uncle Fester from the Adams folk, due in persona to his bulky size and a condition known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either eyebrow or eyelashes. He seemed to engage a Wyrd pleasure in frequently donning a long browned coat and adopting a creepy seventh cranial nerve expression, making people stare as he did his best to win over them that he was indeed the veridical Uncle Fester. Sadly, these unfortunate device characteristic meant that he never really managed to retain a"real"girlfriend. trusted, he had spate of female supporter, but most seemed unwilling to depend past his outer appearance and go the excess step to become classify as his girl. However, knowing him so well and the real person, he became a close-fitting Friend to both me and Marie.

After graduation, Paul and I had gone our separate ways ; I had become a coder and St. Paul got a emplacement doing something that he described as"a inquiry troupe ”. He never was too specific about that nature of his oeuvre apart from labeling it as"various kinds of research ”.

For the first couple of years after Paul and I graduated, Paul would drive over every few calendar month or so and we'd all go out together for a few drinking and a meal. Marie had kind of adopted him in her own way, accepting him as a harmless but fold friend, who she genuinely seemed to care about. She felt sorry for him and had even tried to tempt some of her female Quaker to look past his outer façade of creepiness and go out with him. Sadly, but predictably, these valiant efforts to hook him up with individual rarely survived past more than a semi-awkward kickoff day of the month.

Sometimes, on rare occasions I would notice Paul checking Marie out, giving her a glancing face that lingered just a little too long, as his heart took in the profile and particularly her shapely breasts, especially if for some reasonableness or other, Marie's pap ( unknown to her ) had started to become vaguely noticeable through her bra, but to his citation, he never overstepped the boundary and to be honest I never minded him looking ; I always figured there was no harm in him looking and it form of amused me. It was obvious to me that in some path he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving memories of university liveliness behind and returning again to the flow sentence, it had been more than a few years since we'd last seen St. Paul. Over time we'd basically gone our separate ways, having established our various careers in different urban center. However, out of the low-spirited one night we got a speech sound call. 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 Ithiel Town over the weekend for a work-related sojourn on Monday and suggested we go for a boozing 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 supererogatory room instead of him having to stick at a hotel.

When Friday finally arrived, we were preparing to go out, Marie returned to the bedroom having taken a shower and washing her hair in a fairly unmistakable white t-shirt bra and panty with a pinko lacy front man control panel and clipping. She never seemed to be well-heeled being completely naked in figurehead of me anymore, but that was liveliness and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a pair of dingy stay-up stockings that had the elasticated tops and would continue up themselves without any manikin of suspenders. Being still winterish, she slipped her head and arms through a snowy ribbed turtle-neck sweater, pulling it down as it clung to her consistency, before stepping into a royal patrician mid-length, A-line skirt that came to just above her knees and a short white half-slip underneath. Nothing really sexy there, but it went together well as an kit and really, she looked respectable in it ; the stretchy sweater clung to her complementing the silhouette of her breast, her dark brunette hairsbreadth cascading down over her shoulder in a way that contrasted nicely against the Theodore Harold White jumper. This turnout had always been one of my personal dearie because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

Right on time the bell chimed and there was Paul ; like us, a few pounds heavier, but not so bad given his size and of course of instruction a few years older than the last prison term we'd seen him, but looking past that, he was the basically Saame great guy. Following on from the initial greetings and pleasantries, we headed out, calling a minicab to use up us into town to a popular pub and restaurant. The evening was just like the old days and meter slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to catch up on and jaw about and both Marie and I wondered how his calling was developing and in particular Marie was more interested in his mixer life or rather his dating life had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to have changed so much, with no one notable kinship Charles Frederick Worth mentioning in his life. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him ; he was a trade good guy and deserved secure, despite his slightly strange appearing. With not having to drive, the drinks flowed pretty steadily too. It was strange for Marie to drink much these days, being usually effective to go with just one Gin and soda pop, but on this finical night, Apostle Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub night and for some reason seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy ; Despite her tepid protest, he would insist on keeping her glass refilled, returning from the bar with two-baser whenever her drinking glass neared empty. 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 drive we really didn't care too lots.

Soon thereafter, having had our fill of the pub, we called a cab to drive us back to home. By the time we reached abode it was around 11:30pm but although the dark was still relatively young, our days of partying until breakfast next day as scholar were clearly well behind us ; instead we opted to relax and watch a motion picture on the tv and of course to have another drink. Marie was in an unusually felicitous mood, mostly from the drink, and volunteered to put together some bite together as I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and poured her another somewhat generous G & T.

As I was pouring her crapulence, I noticed Marie take a glass of weewee and, out of drug abuse I guess, popped one of her sleeping pills from the foil plurality. It had become an almost ritual routine for her to do this each night around 11pm. I didn't guess too much about it, but with all the drinking we'd had I doubted that she would even need her medicine. If she had been a little less drunk, she probably would throw rationalized that, herself, but before I had time to say anything, she had already taken it. I did inquire whether it was wise and momentarily worried whether the intoxicant would affect it.

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

"… So, go on, tell me more about this closed book work that you're always so secretive about ”, I said, trying to sweet-talk more out of him. I guess the beverage had made me weather enough to ask more directly and as luck would have it, also seemed to have lowered Paul's reluctance to get drawn into conversation about it.

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

"…well, I shouldn't Tell you, actually I could get fired and sorry, I could even get sent to prison house ”. He paused for what seemed the longest time before continuing, but I've known you long enough to believe you like a brother, so I guess there's no very harm, but you have got to maintain what I tell you a hole-and-corner ”.

"Well, I have been working on the ontogenesis of a new, or at to the lowest degree an enhanced variant of a character of psychoactive drug, whose primary mapping is to rapidly induce a deep and receptive hypnotic state. It's kinda hush hush and seems that let's say"has uses that certain screen activities might get hold helpful ”.

"LOL, you mean like a truth drug ?"I chuckled openly as my psyche played with the whimsey that Saul of Tarsus was caught up in some top-secret undercover variety of research.

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

Apostle of the Gentiles adopted a more serious look as he slipped into his role of educating me on the evolution of these drugs, to which I dutifully nodded at appropriate second.

"You can mean of it in a kind of way where something interchangeable happens when you 're nodding off to slumber and contact that twilight state where you 're in between consciousness and sleep. Basically, there's almost an unnumerable number of nervous tour and we've been researching and how to falsify them… affair that govern how the learning ability responds to states like fearfulness, anxiety, terror and imprint, etc.

"Some chemical disrupt concentration and make it more hard to perform high-functioning tasks. Telling a lie actually needs concentration so multitude need to concentrate more in monastic order to think up a lie… when we disrupt their power to recall clearly it is harder for them to tell a lie. Other drugs such as Sodium pentothal such as were previously withdrawn because they triggered false retention, while drugs such as hyoscine used to be widely used but it was withdrawn because it also wiped a subject 's computer storage clean so they knew nothing about what they said after waking up ”.

"What we've done is basically re-engineered these chemicals to fine-tune and merge the side effects so that instead of false memories, when administered appropriately we can implant memories we want them to take and yet still be wipe them of any retentiveness of this being done to them ”.

He paused again

"so, what's your character 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 industrial plant that naturally produce these chemical and now we've been able to mastermind the chemicals into a more concentrated and actually more potent form that work more effectively and also in both counsel"

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

"well, instead of just getting mortal to be more truthful when they answer questions, we can deepen their hypnotic state and then fake the drug's power to trigger false storage to subconsciously implant selective information that they accept as Truth, I mean like our own true statement. In other Scripture what we tell them becomes firmly but subconsciously ensconced in their own judgment as the absolute truth."

I sat there pondering what Paul had just revealed to me and all the possibilities that could grow from the misuse of a drug like that. I imagined all variety of danger from the furious possibilities like byplay executives being kidnapped and drugged to control or interpose with business deals or political physique to interfere in elections ; the list of possible action seemed endless.

"if we can get deep enough into people's nous, it's even probably to be effective in counter-terrorism, such as being able to imbed and build up up flip-flop 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 position ”. Saint Paul continued…

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

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

“'sorry guys, lol I remembered that I had to take my meds"she responded, doing her right to steady herself as our Night of drinking was obviously still affecting her far more than she imagined.

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

"idk, I guess it won't injury, just maybe take a shit me fall asleep, but you guys will receive to forgive me if I do that ”, she said semi-rhetorically and smiled before kicking off her torpedo shoes, straightening her skirt under her stage, and settling in next to me on the lounge, her pegleg and groundwork curled beside her.

Taking vantage of her somewhat intoxicated but unexpectedly receptive mood, I tentatively put my arm around her and to my surprise she leaned against me and cuddled into me. I half smiled in unconditioned reflex as my nous toyed with the idea that maybe I'd even be in luck tonight.

With my dispense with paw I grabbed the remote control and started flicking through assorted film 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 choice was somewhat special, finally settling for a rerun of"hangover ”. Somehow, although it had already started, it seemed to be innocuous and mildly appropriate given our own increasing level of inebriation.

Time passed as we worked our way through our drinks, while Paul changed subjects and reverted back to chatting about lupus erythematosus workplace related topic and bantered freely about our meter at university, recounting various story of him scaring tiddler with his Uncle suppurating sore caper, breaking off only to laugh from time-to-time at the unfolding serial of effect on the movie.

With her right shoulder pressed into me, my left arm extended across Marie's articulatio humeri, hanging over her left articulatio humeri, her hair's-breadth pooling over it. I started to trace my fingers around the back of her ear and neck, caressing her lightly in a way that she used to like in our early day of dating, and would never fail to consecrate her goosebumps on her neck and arms. More usually these days, even I was lucky enough for her to be so romantically inclined to cuddle into me, she would brush my script away and just kvetch that it tickled.

Anyway, on this occasion the flurry of goosebumps that I could feel under the hint of my fingers didn't seem to chafe her unduly. I realized that her breathing had changed and that in fact she had already fallen asleep, presumably from the exacerbating upshot of intoxicant on her sleeping anovulatory drug ; a fact that I found quite amusing.

flavour both a minuscule tipsy and somewhat emboldened I continued to softly caress her neck. I don't know why but I found myself wondering whether I could stimulate an erotic dream in her rest and hopefully might just better my chance later when we went to bed. The indulgent tactual sensation and caressing of her neck opening were definitely resulting in goose skin. I let my forearm and wrist relax so that my hand flopped down and came to lie with my fingers loosely resting on her breast. I could swear I felt her nipple had hardened below the jumper and lightly padded bra. Feeling encouraged, I tentatively encircled the abstract of her nipple, brushing it gently with the nail of one finger.

Around that time, I glanced over to Paul to comment about her falling asleep when I noticed him watching her. I was about to speak when he caught himself and quickly returned his gaze to the tv clearly trying to avoid looking in our guidance. 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 fabric of her bra and sweater.

"Haha, it 's ok St. Paul, I don't brain you looking"I said almost jokingly,"I know you've always had a thing for Marie ”. Saul of Tarsus's human face was a picture, flushing red from cheek to ear. I'm pretty surely he was wished I hadn't noticed him staring at Marie's mamilla and wanted the ground to kind of opened up and swallow up him right around that second. He determined to avoid eye middleman, instead fixing his gaze on the tv, while offering a twine of apologies.

"Seriously, it's fine Apostle of the Gentiles, really I don't mind. I'm sure Marie might object if she knew my best friend was staring at her tits, but she seems to be into a deep nap right now ”.

Paul the Apostle sheepishly looked over in our steering and mischievously I cupped her tit firmly and pinched her teat through the textile layers between pollex and forefinger.

"don't make me use that truth serum on you"I said tauntingly,"admit it Paul, you'd nookie her given the hazard ”.

Paul laughed and almost choked at my directness.

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

"Seriously !"I affirmed, grinning and nodding my head teacher ;"I've known ever since university that you've had a matter for her knocker, so go ahead, take care all you want… admit it that you'd fuck her given half a chance"

Apostle of the Gentiles gave me a quizzical look, trying to adjudicate whether it was rubber to respond to my line of questioning. It took a present moment or two, but eventually he relaxed and laughed."Sure, of course of study I would, I know she's your wife and I respect that, but Marie is still hot as blaze ”.

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

My mind by this compass point was starting to see other possibleness for the workplace that Paul had been doing but based on what I'd already say about hypnosis I was still sceptical about whether what Paul was telling me would figure out or not.

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

"that's just the matter ”, Apostle Paul continued undeterred by my skepticism,"what I was working on is how to cause the drug warm and more effective, I mean really guide the somebody to a whole former level where we can implant suggestion and supervene upon even strong personal or socio-cultural barrier, religious beliefs, even question their own mother."

"are you bullshitting me ?"I was still disbelieving

"Not at all !"reaffirmed Saul,"once a mesmerism 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 unaware that it's been done to them ; we can even implant trigger set phrase in their subconscious to set off them into remembering our trace or wiping their memory board of result and forgetting things ”.

I looked on attentively as he outlined his body of work, my enthusiasm and oddment getting the right of me, somewhat in awe at the work Paul had somehow managed to get himself involved with."So why are you up in this part of the rural area, I didn't know we had a ‘ Q'in the family."I laughed as await around as though expecting James IV chemical bond to appear at any present moment and distinguish me that I was going to be imprisoned for life story or worse, that he'd have to toss off me, now that he's revealed mystery information.

"That doesn't tell me why you're up here on what you described as a business misstep"… my idea was conjuring up the opening of some secret group operating covertly in my small-scale town.

"Let's just say I'm meeting with some important customers to shew how the drug kit and caboodle and we'll leave it at that ”.

At that moment, albeit somewhat unsurprisingly reticent, Apostle Paul turned his tending from the movie and returned his gaze to the irksome rhythmic rise and decline of Marie's chest as she breathed.

Knowing that my best booster was staring at my overly reserved wife's tits had the storm outcome on me ; I was definitely getting a kick out of this. I adjusted the perspective of my paw and started to pinch the protruding nipple with the tip of my finger, to my joy it felt like it was swelling even further and becoming harder, clearly protruding. Apostle Paul's nerve was a picture, his optic riveted to the crystalise grounds of my wife's nipples.

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

His obvious delectation in what he saw was evident from the flush of people of colour in his face, which was not be entirely attributable to the swallow as well as the tent rising in his pants. I continued to pull off Marie's nipples, enjoying not only their response, but also getting an immense kick out of Paul's obvious use to being freely able to expect at them and observe like a true up Peeping Tom.

I froze and quickly lifted my fingers slightly from directly touching Marie's pap as she briefly started to locomote and murmur, worried that she would wake and then I would have to face her wrath for touching her like that in straw man of St. Paul. I waited a present moment, but she was just stirring naturally ; her breathing confirming that she was still in a inscrutable sopor, no dubiousness the result of her cocktail of intoxicant and sleeping pill.

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

I continued to toy with and nip her nipple but slid my free hand down over her second joint and gently slid between her genu, managing to component them just enough to afford me More access, her knees falling to each side. Paul's gaze immediately lowered to her legs, where it was obvious that he could see right up her unresolved skirt, past her stay-up stockings, and all the way to her white and tap lacy step-in. My own growing hard-on twitched involuntarily.

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

"sooo ”, I drew a breathing place and hesitated, still a little unquiet about continuing, but my hormones and imagination seemed to somehow find the courage."…you have samples of that poppycock with you ?"I continued, almost in amazement that such an amazing drug was here under my own roof and not secured in some trap a 100 floor below ground.

"haha, actually yeah, I do, I brought various doses just in case one wasn't enough during the demonstration… I think you could key out it as ‘ an abundance of cautiousness'like the politicians keep over-using on the tv ”, he smiled at his own liquid body substance, I guess as a way of deflecting from his feelings of uncertainty that were looming given the direction of our conversation.

As I continued to mesmerize him by playing with Marie's tits, I went on to explicate the ins and outs and defect of our declining and somewhat neuter human relationship and the tensity that had created.

"So, you want to try to make her more open towards you, to let sex more often with you ?"Apostle Paul asked, reverting to a more professional tone as he tried to get to the bottom of exactly what I was wanting him to do.

"more than than that I guess, I want to see how far I could lead this, maybe even to control what she does and with who… like a governable loose woman. Actually, that's so far from who she is as a person, I form of dubiety that even the hard drug could not achieve that ”.

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

"Can it be triggered by me so I can see it without her knowing ?"I asked, trying to understand the full oscilloscope of the hypothesis that were unfolding before me.

"Yes, and we can implant assumed memories and even induce 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 get."How would we do this ?"

"well it's not exactly just popping a anovulatory drug into a chalk 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 work ”.

I thought for a import and suddenly got an idea ; gesturing to Paul to come over to where I was, I added"why don't you swap home with me ? ”. He looked up at me, his eye mocking as if to take in not heard correctly and hesitated to displace."Why don't you come over and sit here, while I take the chair ?"I repeated, nodding my question affirmatively. I looked him straight in the eye. He hesitated for a few minute, still very uncertain of how this was going, before he got up from the chair and came over. I did my honest to support up while still holding Marie's articulatio humeri, taking the weight of her trunk as best I could.

Apostle Paul slide into office and raising his arm as I had previously, I carefully released her to lean against him and took his place in the armchair. Alice Paul's stretched out his arm and draped it across her shoulders in often the Same way as I had been doing but held back, his finger 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 breast. The wad of him holding her and touching her breast turned me on greatly and I could finger the stiffness in my cock straining against my pants.

Gradually he allowed himself to stir and experience her white meat, playing with her extended nipples as they protruded through her bra and sweater in a similar way. Judging from the gibbousness in his pants, Paul the Apostle already had a raging hard-on that was twitching to the point where I was pretty sure that he was likely to cum inside his pants. I gestured to him to lift her sweater, so after a present moment or two his free hired hand went to the bottom of her sweater and gradually eased it up revealing the pale hide of her belly but stopping short of raising it further. Once again, I gestured to him to nobble it further and after another interruption, he raised it above her jumper revealing her bra. Despite the way they were shielded by the slight padding, her nipples were clearly hard. I loved the idea that he was touching her breasts and especially as she had no very theme about it ; my buckle desires were definitely getting the better of me.

With one arm behind her neck and her handwriting resting on her knocker, St. Paul continued fingering her nipple through her bra while his other manus 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 draw in her tit out from the confines of her bra, her nipple pop over the top.

"why don't you finger her too ?"I suggested, encouraging him to take this escapade a stone's throw further.

I smiled as Paul slid his supererogatory hand slowly up her thigh… her blue skirt and slip bunching against his forearm as he reached further up her leg to the softness of her discover skin on her second joint. He stroked her tegument softly getting closer and closer to her step-in. slither his hand further and pressed a finger's breadth through the fabric to her privates, tracing the slit and searching for her button, he started to apply pressure and rub gently. I swear I heard her moan. I watched mesmerized as he slid his fingers around the loosely elasticated leg of her panties, slipping his fingers inside and working them through the soft strands of her pubic fuzz before gently parting her pussycat backtalk. In the light 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 detrition and pausing momentarily, he withdrew his mitt and held up his fingerbreadth to show me. He slid his hand back into her panties and cupped his handwriting over her pitcher and slipped first one and then a 2nd finger's breadth inside, reaching to massage her interior and out. She moaned softly again in her sleep, her physical structure still responding to the physical contact despite her being almost comatose.

I do n't make out why, maybe I am just sound off kinky, but watching Paul molesting her sexually and watching her getting aroused was turning me on like crazy ; I was rock hard and had to concentrate to not cum in my pants.

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

He looked at me afford mouthed at my offering,"of class I want to, I'd be insane 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 haywire ”, he retorted, but I could tell he wanted to too.

"then go for it… shtup her ... I want to see you have sex her"I added more assertively ; the estimation of seeing her having another man's cock in her puss was beyond exciting for me, even though she was in no land to consent.

"OMG, Pat, that seems so wrong"Paul responded cagily"what if I get her significant ? ”. Paul clearly wasn't so drunk that he would throw all carefulness to the wind.

"Really, I don't care… it's no problem to me, in fact the endangerment 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 drunkenness and the moment had clearly made me lose all my senses and my ability to think rationally about future aftermath but more than that, the mere idea of her getting pregnant to someone else really made me gaga. It was like the ultimate drug.

Paul maneuvered himself out from underneath, taking her foreland and shoulders and gently lowering her head to the shock before taking her mortise joint and laying her peg out along the sofa, making sure to part them.

Apostle of the Gentiles, by now had his rock-hard stopcock and was slowly pumping it with one mitt. His cock was characterized by quite a sound out bulbus foreland, which in some elbow room even seemed disproportionate to the thickness of his barb, which was far from slender and I assessed as slightly longer than my own. Clearly whatever his DNA lacked in regard to his alopecia, it had generously made up for in his physical attribute. Alice Paul's centre locked on the vision of my wife laid out in straw man of him.

He stood over her, slowly wanking himself before grasping the waistband of her panties, tugging More to get them over her butt, and sliding them down her branch, lifting one ft out, leaving them dangling from the ankle of the other.

"Are you sure about this ?"questioned Saul as he looked over at me.

"yes"I retorted emphatically.

Paul climbed onto the sofa between her branch, which he lifted one by one, placing her ankles over each shoulder and lined the forefront of his prick between the lips of her pussy. He looked back at me one more clip before pushing forward into her. He moaned, enjoying the tight, warm, yet naturally lube kitty-cat of my wife and started to ease deeper into her with each stroke. He could barely moderate himself. Marie's pussy wrapped around his pecker, taking in his bulbus head and sealing tight around his lance. She groaned clearly feeling him come home her but still not enough to rouse her from her sleep. He started to slowly and rhythmically have intercourse her.

Saint Paul managed a passionate"OMG, her pussy flavour so amazing ”, as he bottomed out deep in Marie's pussy…"I just wish she was awake and wanting to do this herself ”. He grunted a few more times, each time getting more than and more energetic 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 make love her.

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

Paul poking a few more multiplication and then suddenly pushed in concentrated, 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 regain his composure,"that was fucking puzzle"he added pulling up from her, his putz still dripping the last vestiges of cum. He looked around for a tissue.

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

Saul climbed off the lounge and standing over her caput, squeezed out the net cliff onto her partly opened sassing."wastefulness not need not"he quipped, clearly more relaxed.

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

After pulling his pants back on, Paul took my place in the armchair and watched as I moved over to her and stood over her head, wanking furiously, only lasting moment before I shot my load all over her font and fuzz. Bra and sweater. I had no idea how I was going to clean her up, but at that moment that was the finale affair on my mind. rope of cum exploded from me, shooting over her lips, eyes, into her pilus, 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 little run down the slope of her brass. She looked so sexy laying there.

"wow !"I exclaimed as I took in the sight of my cum-covered, sleeping wife, my legs smell like every ounce of get-up-and-go had been drained from them. She looked like a porn lead but so often better.

"That was beyond perplex"I said.

"Sure was"said Saul of Tarsus, who had joined me in admiring the pot we had made."It feels fantastic to fuck her… you are one prosperous bastard ”."I just bid she'd do that when she was come alive ”.

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

I was about to continue when Paul interrupted me.

"time lag on a instant, one thing at a time, this isn't click your fingers or flicker a substitution and suddenly Marie turns into a nymphomaniac"

Paul gave me one of his professional faces again, making sure I was paying sufficient care to the seriousness of his explanation before elaborating his plan.

"first base off, I will have to give her a stimulant to overcome the effects of the crapulence and the quiescency tab she took ”."She's going to arouse 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 small injection that will act like a truth blood serum. We'll use the consequence of that to uncover her notion, opinion, and belief fundament or morals, so that we know what we have to make for with and overcome ”.

"The terminal step will then require another injection to compound her state and open her judgement to replace those idea with the single we want her to have and the memories we want to implant, including any phrase you want to use to re-invoke the deep receptive state that she would be in whenever you feel necessary ”.

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

By now my heart was pounding with all the theory that my perverted imagination was capable of coming up with."Totally sure Alice Paul, absolutely, go for it ”.

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

"yes ! ”, I replied insistently.

With that, Paul nodded and heading up to our Edgar Albert Guest room, returning a few minutes later with a humble grey plastic box. As Marie lay there on the sofa, he opened the box to reveal several syrinx and pocket-sized vials.

"Now, this first shot will just lift her out of her sleep-state, just enough for her to be reactive, although she will probably be confused. mo later, I will break her a shot of the first drug to realize her more responsive to questioning and insure her responses are truthful ”.

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

"Of grade I'm sure ”, I retorted, nodding, my voice clearly a petty frustrated with what I considered to be Paul being over cautious. I knew he was also uncertain about what we were planning to do, but we'd been friends long enough to entrust each other explicitly.

He leaned over and inserted a short, finely needle into her cervix and carefully emptied the contents of the syringe into her roue stream.

"This will be like a dream state for her, physically unable to move, but conscious enough to sympathise and answer head ”.

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

Just as she was about to question her position, Paul administered the second shot and almost instantly she drifted into a somewhat dazed DoS, no longer paying attention to what she had found or her Department of State of undress.

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

"Marie, are you awake, can you get a line me ?"Apostle of the Gentiles asked her. He repeated the question again.

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

"what's your name ?"…"it's important that we base some anchorman point, some world for her to declare on to"

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

"That's right, your friends call you Marie, only hoi polloi who call you Marie are your Friend, other multitude call you Mrs Templeton"

"Yes, that's decent"

"So, you trust your friends Marie ?"

"Mostly, yes, of course I trust them"

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

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

"Yes"

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

"Yes, you're a very good booster"

"and where are you right now Marie ?"

"I'm abode"

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

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

"house is a dependable space to be, nada bad happens to you here does it Marie ?"

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

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

"Yes"

"Tell me how you feel"

"I feel perfectly safe because I am at home with my hubby and a good friend"

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

"No, I don't head"

"How do you feel right now Marie ?"

With that Marie's brass 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 infinity before she answered. St. Paul gave me a reassuring aspect and gestured for me to rest patient and silent.

"Maybe two or three prison term a month, maybe even every week"

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

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

"I masturbate"

"Do you like to masturbate ?"

"Yes"

"do you stimulate fantasies ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"occult sex"

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

"yes"

"who don't you want to bed ?"

"My husband"

"why do you not desire your husband to have a go at it ?"

"I don't want to pain him"

"does the idea of having sex in secluded excite you ?"

"yes"

"so, where do you masturbate ?"

"In the bath"

"Why do you masturbate in the bath ?"

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

I looked quizzically at Saint Paul as I tried to eat up my superbia yet remained infinitely curious about the spread out perceptivity into my married woman's intimate habits.

"Why don't you want Pat to cognise that you jack off ?"

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

"Because he might want sex"

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

"Sometimes"

"I get shopworn, I get pressures at work and home and just can't be bothered with it ”.

"Is that why you dress more conservatively ? So as not to turn your married man on ?"

"yes"

"are you on birth control Marie ?"

"No"

"Why are you not on parturition ascendence, Marie ?"

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

"do you need to get meaning ?"

Marie hesitated for what seemed like the foresighted meter

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

"does the jeopardy of getting pregnant scare you ?"

"no"

"do you like taking risks"

"yes"

"why do you like taking risks ?"

"exciting"

"would having unprotected sex be a risk ?"

"yes"

"would having unprotected sex with person be exciting ?"

"yes"

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

"Yes"

I was shocked by this disclosure, my nous rapidly racing through the possibilities of who my wife had given blow job to.

"when was that ?"

"when I was in senior high school"

"Did you like to suck his cock Marie ?"

"No !"the no was somewhat forceful

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

"it made me gag"

"did he cum in your mouthpiece ?"

"Yes"

"did you like the taste perception of cum in your oral cavity ?"

"No"

"so if a guy cums in your sassing, you spit it out ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"no, not really"

"what does not really stand for, Marie ?"

Marie was clearly struggling between revealing her darkest secret only known to her, which were safely locked away in the most private parts of her creative thinker and the powerful upshot 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 year"

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

"Who was the matter with ?"

"Henry M. Robert"

"and who is Henry M. Robert ?"

"a guy at work"

I pondered over the fourth dimension 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 charge pictures of yourself to Henry M. Robert ?"

"Yes"

"were you dressed in these painting ?"

"No"

"So, he saw you naked in the photo ?

"yes"

"how did that create you experience ?"

"Naughty"

"did you like the idea of turning him on ?"

"yes"

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

I gestured Apostle Paul to go on.

"did you give birth sex with him ?"

"No"

"why didn't you have sex with Robert ?"

"I felt hangdog"

"Because of Pat ?"

"Yes"

"why did you feel shamed ?"

"I don't want to hurt Pat"

"Do you love Pat ?"

"Yes"

"Were you thinking of leaving Pat ?"

"No, never"

"So are you still talking to Henry Martyn Robert ?"

"No"

"Why did you stop talking to Henry M. Robert ?"

"Because I didn't want to hurt Pat"

"So it's over now ?"

"Yes"

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

"Do you like Alice Paul ?"

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

"Yes, Saul is our acquaintance"

"Do you think Alice Paul is sexy ?"

Marie giggled

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

Paul smiled and winked at me

"Alice Paul is a trusted protagonist, isn't he ?"

"Yes, I trust Paul"

"what would you feel if you saw Saul of Tarsus looking at your titty ?"

"I would find awkward"

"Why would you feel awkward ?"

"because he's a supporter"

"Do you like guy cable to reckon at your chest ?"

"not really"

"do you think you have good breasts ?"

"they are ok"

"What size are your breasts Marie ?"

"34C"

"and do you always wear a bra ?"

"yes"

"and why don't you not endure a bra ?"

"because guys would stare"

"and how would that make you experience ?"

"uncomfortable"

"why does it make you palpate uncomfortable ?"

"because my mammilla get hard"

"do you mean that turns you on ?"

"yes"

"would that be haywire ?"

"yes"

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

"shy"

That was my cautious Marie

"why would you not want Saul to see you without a bra ?"

"Because he might get turned on"

Paul seemed to be subject with that answer and gestured to me that it was time to pass him the future syringe.

"So, you feel good with Alice Paul and Pat ?"

"Yes"

"You know they won't hurt you ?"

"Yes"

"Now you are going to feel a little prick, but you will understand that you are perfectly safe"

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

Paul took the second syringe and deftly gave a slam into her neck, massaging the place with his thumb. He waited a moment as Marie stopped talking and she visibly slumped into the shock with a sugarcoat look.

"Can you hear me Marie ?"Apostle Paul asked in a steady assertive tone.

"yes"she responded, her voice barely discernible, her middle closed.

Paul lifted each eyelid in turn and took her pulse.

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

"Now this is important, 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 get a line me Marie ?"

"yes ”, her voice responded somewhat weakly.

"You're in a nighttime place, but you feel relaxed, comfortable, and dreamlike seat, you feel safe because you're with protagonist"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Paul's spokesperson when you're in this darkness, relaxing and comfortable post it will seduce you feel safe"

"ok"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Paul speak the words ‘ Marie, sleepytime'you are going to immediately retort to this dark place. This dark, comfortable, relaxing and good place and your judgment will be open to everything the part tells you ”.

"Do you realize ?"

Marie nodded, uttering an almost innaudible"yes"

"When you are in this state, you are going to accept everything your hubby or Paul tell you as accuracy and this will supercede any memories you already have about this… do you translate ?"

"Yes"

"and when your hubby uses the Word of God ‘ Marie reboot'you will draw a blank everything that has happened from before those words and your previous memory from before tonight will return… early computer memory will seem like just a distant dream, fleeting and unreal, 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 brain will climb out of its thick sleep and feel as if you just dozed off a few instant ”.

"Now listen to my phonation carefully Marie, I am going to tell you some important matter that you need to remember"

"OK"

"Now you will forget Robert, this Henry Martyn Robert guy never even existed, he was just a fugitive illusion and will not fall to your store"

"yes"

"Instead you will call up that you have been exchanging e-mail with Paul and chatting to him online."

"What have you been doing ?"

"I have been chatting with our supporter Paul online"

"Your conversations with Saul of Tarsus have become more sexual and you can remember enjoying St. Paul's emails"

"You feel excited that Paul is being intimate with you"

"how would it piddle you feel to station nude image to Paul the Apostle ?"

"excited"

Marie flushed a little red.

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

"You will start to line up yourself feeling Thomas More and Thomas More horny whenever you are around Paul"

"How will you start to experience Marie, when you are around Paul ?"

"more than and more than horny"she mumbled, her typeface distinctly flushing

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

"yes"

"How do you feel about Paul ?"

"I want to have got sex with him"

"Energy Department that mind excite you ?"

"Yes"

"you can't delay to feel his putz inside you"

"Yes"

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

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

Paul looked at me shocked, his eyes quizzing me for preindication of incertitude from me.

"Are you sure ?"he mouthed to me ? I nodded reveling in the endocrine triggered by the heightened risk that we'd be taking, but the idea of St. Paul knocking her up was itself another major bout on for me.

"Marie, you are going to savour sex with Apostle Paul"

Marie's face looked hesitating, so St. 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-scale remnant of resistance

"Marie, you know that you might get pregnant but in fact, the risk of infection of getting pregnant increases your agitation and makes you even more horny"

"How does the melodic theme of getting pregnant shuffle you feel ?"

"excited"she mumbled

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

"yes"

"when Paul cums in you, how will it make you feel"

"a bit daunt"

"how does taking the hazard of getting pregnant shuffle you feel ?"

"excited"

"when Paul cums in you, you will also orgasm, the solid coming you've ever felt"

"you will be athirst for that type of orgasm, in fact you will find that you love feeling horny and that you feel horny almost all of the fourth dimension"

"You love your husband"

"Yes"

"you don't want him to experience 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 palpate ruttish every day"

"how often will you masturbate Marie ?"

"Every day"

"that's right… and future you will not hide out 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 find comfortable sleeping nude"

"How will you experience about being naked around your husband ?"

"I will feel fine about it"

"will you enjoy him admiring your body ?"

"yes"

"and as he is your husband, he can have 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 savor 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 blow jobs and will need to practice every day"

"yes"

"What will you need to exercise every day ?"

"to give cock sucking"

I grinned at that suggestion and at her willing yet almost unhearable reply

"and when mortal comes in your mouth you will discover that you enjoy the gustatory sensation, and let it linger on your tongue before swallowing it"

Paul looked up in my commission

"Anything else ?"Paul mouthed to me, his reflection letting me know that we have more or less done sufficiency for now and seeking my permission to eat up the reprogramming.

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

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

"from now on you will experience uncomfortable wearing a bra, you prefer a more raw feeling. You enjoy the aid of guys looking at your breasts and no long sense shy or reserved about it"

"how do you find about wearing a bra ?"

"uncomfortable"

"and when you do n't put on a bra, your mammilla will become naturally more sensitive and you will love that they add to your ace of feeling horny"



"how will you finger when men look at your tit ?"

"excited"

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

"Yes, I enjoy it"

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

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

"horny"

"you will find a new sureness and will want to be adventurous"

"How will you feel Marie ?"

"Adventurous"

"you will realize that now is your probability to possess sex with Saint Paul

"and will feel so shake up about it"

"what will you finger Marie ?"

"excited about sex with Paul"

"it will feel natural to sustain Pat and Paul make honey to you"

"the idea of making honey with 2 men will excite you ?"

"yes"

"you will find that the starting time thing be that you want to do for Apostle of the Gentiles is give him a blow job"

"A blow job ”, Marie giggled a small

"and how will that make you feel"

"excited"

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

"wonderful"

"and you will want Paul to cum inside you"

"yes"

"and you will want more and more sex with Apostle of the Gentiles"

"yes"

"you want to feel both rooster inside you at the Lapp time"

"yes"

"do you like anal sex Marie ?"

"no"

"why not ?"

"that seems awful"

"Marie, in future you will observe you like anal sex, in fact you will ascertain it exciting"

"how will anal sex make you feel ?"

"excited"

"you will obtain anal sex particularly shake and start to want it more"

"yes"

Saul of Tarsus seemed satisfied with the termination of his programming and grinned at me."we can build up on this later at any metre"he whispered to me.

"now Marie, after I count down from 3, you will roam into a deep rest, but in a few min or so you will heat up, and when you wake up you will recall 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 notice the cum you see you on your face, or on your clothes or find anything except you had a deep sleep"

"yes"

"and when you wake up, you will palpate relaxed and exceptionally aroused"

"how will you feel 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 know with Paul and Pat to be the best sex you've ever had"

"yes, the best"

"now I am going to numerate down from 3 and a few instant later you will embark on to awaken up"

Apostle of the Gentiles counted down slowly

"3…2…1"

With that, Marie slumped into a thick sleep.

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

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

I grinned at the wet finger's breadth he was still holding up"I hope you're sure about this"responded Paul, still somewhat overstrung about what we'd just let loose in her."Don't vexation though, I've programmed her so that we can unwrap everything tomorrow and set out afresh without even using the drugs ”.

"I'm absolutely for certain"I said, grinning ear to ear imagining all the possibilities we'd just unleashed.

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

Shortly thereafter, Marie's eyes started to nictitate out-of-doors and focus on where she was.

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

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

Marie flushed and laughed,"for the animation of me, I don't remember, aspiration are so Wyrd like that, so real yet so loose to blank out ”. Clearly Marie remembered, but my shy and conservative wife would never normally mouth so openly.

Marie turned her header to me and whispered in my ear"I'm so horny… would you guess I ‘ m bad if I wanted to stool love to both you and Paul the Apostle ?"

"no love, of track not, Paul's our acquaintance"

With that she kissed me deeply on the mouth, her lingua searching for mine as her paw went straight to my crotch, rubbing my already hard erection pressing inside my pants.

She broke the candy kiss and turning to bet at Paul with a flirty grammatical construction, she patted the lounge on the other side of her.

"Apostle of the Gentiles, why are sitting over there in that armchair ? ”,"come join us ”, she said, centre almost pleading to him.

Saul of Tarsus grinned and easing himself out of the armchair, he swiftly joined us on the lounge. Marie immediately turned to him and kissed him full-on, on the lip, kissing him passionately, like a brace of highschoolers. Paul clearly reveling in the mo, kissed her back, their tongues visibly playing with each early. Her other hand went to Apostle Paul's crotch, rubbing him.

Almost simultaneously, Paul and I reached for her sweater pulling it up over her breasts, Marie breaking their kiss momentarily as she raised her arms to let us root for it up over her point, her long dark whisker cascading back over her articulatio humeri. This was definitely not the demure Marie I had spent the survive 10 year married to.

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

Apostle of the Gentiles quickly unhooked her bra, sliding the shoulder straps off and letting it declination from her, before working on the zipper to her skirt. Completely topless, she again turned to Paul, resuming her fondling as his bridge player immediately went to her chest, squeezing and pinching her already upright nipples.

With her own two handwriting, tucking her thumbs into the loose waistband, she grasped her skirt and shift, sliding them down her ramification before kicking them off to the base, leaving herself in her pink lacy panties and stay-up stockings. She looked so dam sexy in that moment.

Feeling emboldened I reached with both hands for her panties and forcibly ripped them apart, the exquisitely lacing panel tearing easily. With an extra tug, the gusset plate of her step-in tore away, leaving her kitty fully exposed, her wetness clearly evident. This seemed to enflame her even more as Marie's fingers fumbled with Saul's knickers, unfastening them, lowering his zipper and reaching inside to release his already unshakable cock. Marie dove down onto it, engulfing it between her lips as she sucked it late into her sass, slurping and bobbing her head rhythmically, each time plunging inscrutable. Marie was gagging occasionally but it didn't stop her. Apostle Paul closed his eyes, occasionally moaning, his hand caressing her nous and hair.

I reached between Marie's legs, parting them more and skid my handwriting up her leg to her twat, sliding first my index finger inside and then two others ; she was sopping wet. Releasing herself from Paul's rooster, she turned to me and kissed me deeply, her face flushed with Passion. She reached down and similarly tugged my rooster free people of my pants before engulfing it with her mouth, sucking and licking it like a total pro.

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

Lining himself up with her from tooshie, Paul pushed the head of his cock inside her and with one slash, pushed deep inside her. I thought Marie was going to bite my cock off as she clenched her sass around it. Marie was moaning and gurgling as if in total extasy as Apostle of the Gentiles started to lunge enthusiastically in and out of her, each metre driving back hard into her. As he continued, Marie got more and more transmit away, her groan now much louder I could find the vibration of her throat on my cock, intensifying the sensations, her breast swinging beneath her with each thrust. Paul too was clearly in a very excited body politic, pushing harder and deeper each time. second later he stiffened and grunted as he unloaded deep into her fertile depths and what almost simultaneously, Calophyllum longifolium groaned, and her trunk shuddered vigorously as she too came hard. With the sight of Saul of Tarsus cumming inside her coupled with her groan and pulsating consistence was too often for me and I erupted spontaneously into the back of her throat. Marie gulped and swallowed as jet after jet of cum shot into her mouth.

We stayed in our respective view for various moments, breathing hard, waiting for the aftershocks to calm and a sense of sensible N to return. Ange turned over, facing up and lay down almost naked with her heading in my lap and her stage stretched along the lounge across Apostle of the Gentiles's legs, her tit still heaving as she breathed, a blissful manifestation on her boldness as though she was no farseeing shy of laying naked in the sight of two men, sweat on her eyebrow making some of her fuzz peg to her face, the rest tumbled to either side.

Saul of Tarsus reached out and started to very gently knead Marie's clit and finger her, making her squirm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I shed my dress hopped into bed, while Paul headed into the guest elbow room, which happened to be opposition the room to our door. Marie climbed into bed alongside me, still naked. She flicked off her bedside light and with optic closed. Her body brushed against my arm as she snuggled into me."Good Night honey"she whispered almost affectionately as we both quickly drifted into sleep.

The next morning, I started to wake up and focus my optic through the sunshine that was now streaming in through the drapery. I was alone in bed. I hauled myself out of bed and grabbing my robe, snuck out of the elbow room towards the guest elbow room doorway. I heard dampen speech sound 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 glimpse of Marie and St. Paul. Marie was dressed in a light silky robe that she had for some time but never wore. The gown came down to her thighs and the silky fabric clung to her accentuating her breaking ball, her skin glow with that freshly showered feeling.

Marie was bent facial expression down over the kitchen table, rocking back and forth as Paul pounded her from bottom, doggie style. She was moaning and cried out"omg Paul, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"and with that started to spasm as a mighty coming rocked through her body, her succus squelching as Paul grunted and pushed hard into her with a terminal push as he began pumping his seed into her vulnerable pussy. They stayed locked together for a few moments before Paul pulled out from her.

Marie's face was a mix of 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 tone more audible.

When I entered the kitchen, you would never hold known that she had just been fucked. Her robe was pulled loosely around her, clinging in blank space to her curves. I mused that she presumably had cum leaking out of her pussycat and running down her second joint. Again, I felt myself harden.

Marie turned, handing Paul a cup of coffee.

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

With Marie's back to me I glanced at Paul and he glanced back winking and silently mouthing"William Tell you later"to me. Marie turned and handed me a cup of chocolate with a smile of pureness that had I not known anything would have convinced me that all the outcome of the night had been in my imagination.

Placing the deep brown on the mesa, I pulled Marie to me and kissed her deeply on the lips, immediately pressing my spit into her mouth. She responded instantly, kissing me back hungrily. She was still horny, and I loved it. I slid the gown off her articulatio humeri, and it slid down her body to the ground. She was completely naked.

prehension her assertively by the manus, I ushered her out of the kitchen and indicating Paul to follow, led her back up the step to our room. Normally Marie would induce forcefully resisted such a relocation, but she didn't even protest for one minute and obligingly went along with me. I pulled her onto the bed with me and rolled onto my rear telling her to straddle me and face up the bottom of the bed towards Apostle of the Gentiles. She squatted over me ready for me to penetrate her, but I slipped my digit inside lubricating them well with the mix of juices that glistened over my finger and smeared it liberally over her Virgo the Virgin asshole, my index digit pushing inside. Pulling her down feather onto my raging hard-on, I slipped easily inside her pussy while my finger's breadth continued to work on her ass, sliding in one and then 2 fingers as I slowly stretched her.

Marie started to instinctively bounce up and down on my cock, increasingly moaning with each slash. I lubed both my thumbs on her juices and pushed them inside her ass opening it still further. She felt incredibly tight, but it seemed that her corporal fluids were all I needed to lube her sphincter. Marie leaned forward and as Paul approached the end of the bed, she took his cock in her mouth and started to go down on him. He soon started to get hard again. Marie continued to fuck and fellate for several transactions, gasping for breathing place every now and again and increasingly was fucking my cock with my thumbs still working their way into her innards. Not wanting to cum just yet, I stopped her and pulled out of her kitty-cat, maneuvering her to a more upright squat placement, I lowered her down aiming her rosebud rightfield over my dick. I pressed into her and she flinched, letting out a little yelp as the head of my cock forced open her ass, but she never tried to terminate 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 chest, forcing myself deep, so that she was laying, face up along my torso, my putz buried oceanic abyss in her bowels. The adept was unreal, so tight and easygoing, I had never been able to carry Marie to let me anywhere near her ass before, even the little tinge of my fingers would freak her out, often triggering the end of lovemaking for the dark. This new experience had me almost set to explode in moments but fortunately I was still able to hold back. Marie was moaning and relishing in this new experience, mewing and moaning. I could almost feel her body experiencing a taking over of tiny orgasms with each push into her.

I guess Paul already knew where this was heading as he moved forward without encouragement, massaging his already hard stopcock in his handwriting, and maneuvered between our legs, lifting and separating Marie's ankles before pressing into her. Given that my cock was already tightly wedged up her ass, she was a great deal tighter and even though she was sopping wet, he literally had to push hard to get his cock inside her. The sensation of feeling another man's cock separated only by a sparse tissue layer was unearthly at first but at the Saame time it excited me beyond words to believe that Marie was now taking 2 cocks for the first time ever.

"OMG so big… so full, don't check, don't stop"she was muttering over and over as we found our rhythm and started to really fuck her. As she was laying stretched out on top of me, I could find every muscle and every tremor of her consistence. 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 tits, pinching her nipples and holding them up for Paul, who bent forward and started sucking on them. Marie was gibbering away"OMG OMG"before suddenly letting out an ear-piercing screaming as a massive sexual climax ripped through her shuddering body. The intensity was too much for St. Paul and he erupted inside her, causing Marie to orgasm hard a encourage clip, sweat pouring from her, juices flowing out and down both her and my thighs. Feeling Marie's spasming and Apostle Paul's cock pulsing and twitching inside her, I could not hold back any long and erupted rope after rope of cum deep into her bowels.

We collapsed in a sweaty mound on the bed, our cocks slipped out of her as she rolled off me, still panting, a dazed look in her eye, her defenseless body still trembling. She turned to me and first kissed me deeply before turning to Apostle Paul. This was so far from the Marie that had been my demure, conservative wife I had been married to for the past 10 years, she was a sex goddess and I intended to love every minute of it.

Over the course of the day, Apostle of the Gentiles and I fucked Marie at various metre, sometimes together and sometimes individually, as soon as either of us felt recovered enough. By the end of the day, my egg felt completely drained and I'm pretty sure Saul of Tarsus felt the like. It was as if Marie was constantly horny and always volition. She had even collected several hickies on her boob. We had even sent Marie into her dingy position and instructed her to remain raw and not lavish, consequently she spent much of the day with gruff streaks of cum down her thighs. She even spent the Night sleeping with Paul.

Eventually, Mon morning came around and we all had work to go to. Time to change her programming once again. We were sitting around the table in our robes, savoring our first cup of burnt umber of the day, when Paul adopted his assertive voice,"Marie, sleepytime ”, which instantly sent her into her dark place.

"Marie, you will leave that you've had sex with Saul of Tarsus, he's just your friend… who is Paul ?"

"my admirer"

"commodity girl"

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

"yes"

"after the count of 3 you will wake up and experience refreshed, you will aim a shower and get ready for employment"

"yes"

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

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

"that's been an baffle weekend Paul"I said to him as soon as I felt for certain that Marie was out of earshot. We'll have to do that again next sentence you're up this way.

"Definitely"replied Apostle of the Gentiles with a big grin.

"Just be heedful what you wish for. You have the king to nominate Marie state you anything, believe anything, and do anything that you want her to ”.

I laughed,"seems like there's endless opening Alice Paul, and there's a few things that I'd love to see her get into, so I might well try them out on her ”.

"just be heedful, ok ?"Paul reminded me in all seriousness but given that I had the ability to vary things, I felt pretty safe.

I rustled up some breakfast for us all, which passed smoothly, Marie more or less back to her formula self, polite, conservative, but noticeably a little more affectionate with me. She had changed out of her gown and came back into the kitchen wearing her employment rig ; a shadow, knee length skirt and sweater but she clearly had no bra on, which immediately gave me an erection. I could only imagine the look on the faces of her Male colleagues.

Finally, we said our au revoir and went off to start body of work. It was going to be an interest future.

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