My public figure is Pat aged, 30 and my wife, Marie and I had been married for a little over 10 years, having met, fallen in passion, and married early, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 long time old, she was still in exceptionally good condition, almost as spare and attractive as when I had first-class honours degree met her, not skinny but not fat ; a size 10 with 34C female chest. She has longish silky brunette hair that descended just past her articulatio humeri. However as much as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to get dressed and behave more sexily, she always seemed to opt to dress somewhat conservatively, a lilliputian too conservatively for my taste. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for comfortable but reasonably bikini mode, rather than sexy pantie or thongs. Even if we went on holiday to Espana, she would opt for a reasonable swimsuit or bikini and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite most of the women around us on the beach baring their breast for all to enjoy.

Although our sex life sentence had been quite fighting at 20, over the last few old age it had dwindled away and had become much less shop at and more predictable. I'd sometimes tried to liven up our sex liveliness and try to tempt her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her proficient to void anything outside of a unsubdivided shtup once or twice a month providing that I recognized the the right way moment, 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 aid to the refinement and pocket-size reading that sex might be available to me if I played my calling card right. endeavour to arouse her at other meter were usually rejected, with one of her regular alibi. Sex when it did happen was mostly in a passive missionary spot. Even a puff job was something she felt extremely uncomfortable about and so I never pressed her for that and anal was totally out of the interrogative. In my versatile exploit to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her concern in sharing a porn videos to liven up the relationship a bit, but her interestingness or willingness to learn those was either met with disdain or were short-lived. There was one video recording, however, where the unfolding news report was of a wife who ended up having a brief face-off with a stranger. I remember this because it stood out in my mind at that time as she got much fuddled than normal. Although not directly mentioning how turned on it had made her, I tried to push the boundaries on the rare occasions that we had sex and quest after the idea of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as"pure fabrication"and nothing that would ever be considered in real life.

She had always been a fairly light sleeper and sometimes would wake during the night, but more recently had even started to take a quiescency oral contraceptive pill having been to the Dr. about her sleep problems. Personally, I was never sure whether this was just to aid her excuses or whether she really had a problem, but they certainly seemed to bump her out cold and once asleep, nothing much would really wake her. I must confess that once I could be sure that she was asleep, I would use this fourth dimension to masturbate and still the repressed tension, mostly choosing to fantasise about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

Thinking back to my class in university, around the prison term when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a flat with a guy named Apostle Paul. I was studying computer skill and Paul had pursuing a joint degree in psychological science and Biochemistry, which, at that metre, I thought was pretty weird. Now Saul was a great guy, a gentle bear of a man ; literal, extremely smart, with great sense of humor. We quickly became the scoop of friends. Unfortunately, somewhere along the lines his gene pocket billiards had let him down and he had ended up sharing more than a passing resemblance to Uncle fester from the Adams Family, due in piece to his bulky sizing and a condition known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either eyebrows or eyelashes. He seemed to submit a weird pleasure in frequently donning a farseeing brown pelage and adopting a creepy seventh cranial nerve expression, making people stare as he did his unspoilt to convert them that he was indeed the actual Uncle fester. Sadly, these inauspicious characteristic meant that he never really managed to hold a"real"lady friend. Sure, he had plenty of female person friends, but virtually seemed unwilling to reckon past his outer appearance and go the supernumerary gradation to go classed as his lady friend. However, knowing him so well and the literal person, he became a shut down Friend to both me and Marie.

After graduation, Paul and I had gone our separate agency ; I had become a programmer and Paul got a location doing something that he described as"a enquiry company ”. He never was too specific about that nature of his work apart from labeling it as"various form of research ”.

For the first duet of geezerhood after Paul and I graduated, Apostle Paul would drive over every few months or so and we'd all go out together for a few drunkenness and a meal. 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 allure some of her female ally to see past his outer façade of creepiness and go out with him. Sadly, but predictably, these valiant efforts to snarf him up with someone rarely survived past more than a semi-awkward first date.

Sometimes, on uncommon occasions I would notice Alice Paul checking Marie out, giving her a glancing looking that lingered just a lilliputian too long, as his eyes took in the profile and particularly her shapely breasts, especially if for some ground or early, Marie's mammilla ( unknown to her ) had started to become vaguely noticeable through her bra, but to his cite, he never overstepped the limit and to be fair I never minded him looking ; I always figured there was no harm in him looking and it sort of diverted me. It was obvious to me that in some ways he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving memories of university biography behind and returning again to the current time, it had been more than a few years since we'd utmost seen Paul. Over clip we'd basically gone our separate ways, having established our respective careers in different cities. However, out of the blue one night we got a phone call. Marie answered and appeared happy to inform me that it was a birdcall from Paul. He was calling to say that he would be traveling to our town over the weekend for a work-related visit on Mon and suggested we go for a drinking 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 spare room instead of him having to quell at a hotel.

When Friday finally arrived, we were preparing to go out, Marie returned to the bedchamber having taken a shower down and washing her hair in a fairly obviously White t-shirt bra and scanty with a pink lacy front panel and clipping. She never seemed to be comfortable being completely naked in front of me anymore, but that was life sentence and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a pair of dark stay-up stockings that had the elasticated cover and would stay on up themselves without any pattern of gallus. Being still winterish, she slipped her pass and munition through a white ribbed turtle-neck sweater, pulling it down as it clung to her organic structure, before stepping into a majestic down in the mouth mid-length, A-line skirt that came to just above her stifle and a short white half-slip underneath. Nothing really sexy there, but it went together well as an turnout and really, she looked practiced in it ; the stretchy sweater clung to her complementing the silhouette of her breasts, her wickedness brunette hair's-breadth cascading down over her shoulders in a way that contrasted nicely against the white sweater. This rig had always been one of my personal front-runner because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

right wing on time the doorbell chimed and there was Paul ; like us, a few pounds heavier, but not so bad given his sizing and of path a few years old than the last time we'd seen him, but looking past that, he was the basically same big guy. Following on from the initial greetings and pleasantries, we headed out, calling a minicab to call for us into Town to a popular pub and eating house. The even was just like the old Clarence Day and time slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to catch up on and dish the dirt about and both Marie and I wondered how his life history was developing and in specific Marie was more concern in his sociable life or rather his dating biography had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to have changed so much, with no one noted relationship worth mentioning in his life. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him ; he was a skillful guy and deserved better, despite his slightly unusual appearance. With not having to drive, the drinks flowed pretty steadily too. It was unusual for Marie to drink a lot 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 night and for some reason seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy ; Despite her halfhearted protest, he would insist on keeping her meth refilled, returning from the bar with doubles whenever her glass neared empty. By 10:00pm all three of us were surprisingly well on the way to being more than a piddling intoxicated but as no one had to repulse we really didn't manage too a good deal.

Soon thereafter, having had our fill of the pub, we called a cab to drive us back to home base. By the metre we reached family it was around 11:30pm but although the night was still relatively young, our days of partying until breakfast next day as students were clearly well behind us ; instead we opted to slow down and check a motion-picture show on the tv and of course to bear another drink. Marie was in an unusually well-chosen modality, 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 meth of water and, out of riding habit I guess, popped one of her sleeping pills from the enhancer pack. It had become an almost ritual routine for her to do this each night around 11pm. I didn't think too much about it, but with all the drinks we'd had I doubted that she would even need her medication. If she had been a fiddling less drunk, she probably would have rationalized that, herself, but before I had metre to say anything, she had already taken it. I did marvel whether it was sassy and momentarily worried whether the alcohol would affect it.

Returning to the lounge, Paul 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, secernate me more about this mystery oeuvre that you're always so close about ”, I said, trying to wheedle more out of him. I guess the drink had made me brave enough to ask more directly and as luck would get it, also seemed to induce lowered Paul's reluctance to get drawn into conversation about it.

He hesitated for a few moments, 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 uncollectible, I could even get sent to prison ”. He paused for what seemed the longest meter before continuing, but I've known you long enough to bank you like a crony, so I guess there's no really hurt, but you have got to keep what I tell you a arcanum ”.

"Well, I have been working on the development of a new, or at least an enhanced reading of a case of psychoactive drug, whose main function is to rapidly induce a oceanic abyss and receptive mesmerizing state. It's kinda hush hush and seems that let's say"has uses that certain covert activities might recover helpful ”.

"LOL, you mean like a truth drug ?"I chuckled openly as my judgment played with the feeling that Paul was caught up in some top-secret undercover sort of research.

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

Saul of Tarsus adopted a more serious aspect as he slipped into his persona of educating me on the evolution of these drugs, to which I dutifully nodded at capture mo.

"You can call back of it in a sort of way where something exchangeable happens when you 're nodding off to log Z's and get to that twilight state where you 're in between consciousness and sleep. Basically, there's almost an infinite numeral of neural circuits and we've been researching and how to manipulate them… affair that govern how the Einstein responds to states like fear, anxiety, brat and natural depression, etc.

"Some chemical substance disrupt concentration and make it more difficult to perform high-functioning tasks. Telling a lie actually needs assiduousness so multitude need to concentrate more in rules of order to think up a lie… when we disrupt their ability to think clearly it is harder for them to enjoin a lie. Other drugs such as atomic number 11 pentothal such as were previously withdrawn because they triggered false retentiveness, while drugs such as hyoscine used to be widely used but it was withdrawn because it also wiped a subject '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 graduate and fuse the side upshot so that instead of false storage, when administered appropriately we can implant storage 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 office in all of this ?"I asked as I gestured with an bore formula for him to continue.

"I'm leading a team that's been genetically manipulating the works that naturally produce these chemical substance and now we've been able to engineer the chemical substance into a more boil down and actually more potent form that employment more effectively and also in both directions"

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

"well, instead of just getting someone to be more truthful when they answer doubt, we can intensify their mesmerizing state and then control the drug's ability to trigger imitation memories to subconsciously implant selective information that they accept as truth, I mean like our own truths. In other words what we tell them becomes firmly but subconsciously ensconced in their own mind as the absolute truth."

I sat there pondering what Paul had just revealed to me and all the possible action that could turn out from the misuse of a drug like that. I imagined all kinds of risk from the dotty theory like business administrator being kidnapped and drugged to fake or interfere with patronage plenty or political figures to interpose in elections ; the lean of possibilities seemed endless.

"if we can get deep enough into masses's minds, it's even likely to be effective in counter-terrorism, such as being capable to implant and work up up interchange facts and political theory, which the recipient role of the drug will admit as truths, with the possible action of turning even the most hardened terrorists against their own slope ”. Paul the Apostle continued…

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

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

“'sorry guys, lol I remembered that I had to look at my Master of Education"she responded, doing her considerably to steady herself as our night of drinking was obviously still affecting her far more than she imagined.

"do you imagine 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 hurt, just maybe wee-wee me light asleep, but you guys will have to forgive me if I do that ”, she said semi-rhetorically and smiled before kicking off her chock shoes, straightening her annulus under her branch, and settling in next to me on the sofa, her legs and substructure curled beside her.

taking advantage of her somewhat inebriated but unexpectedly centripetal climate, I tentatively put my arm around her and to my surprise she leaned against me and cuddled into me. I half smiled in physiological reaction as my judgment toyed with the melodic theme that maybe I'd even be in luck tonight.

With my excess hand I grabbed the remote and started flicking through assorted flick 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 limit, finally settling for a rerun of"hangover ”. Somehow, although it had already started, it seemed to be unobjectionable and gently appropriate given our own increasing stage of inebriation.

Time passed as we worked our way through our drinks, while Paul changed subjects and reverted back to chatting about to a lesser extent work related topics and bantered freely about our time at university, recounting various tales of him scaring children with his Uncle Fester antic, breaking off only to laugh from time-to-time at the stretch series of result on the movie.

With her right shoulder pressed into me, my entrust arm extended across Marie's shoulders, hanging over her leftfield shoulder, her hair pooling over it. I started to trace my finger's breadth around the backbone of her ear and neck, caressing her lightly in a way that she used to like in our too soon days of dating, and would never fail to give her goose skin on her neck and arms. More usually these 24-hour interval, even I was favorable enough for her to be so romantically fain to draw close into me, she would sweep my hand away and just complain that it tickled.

Anyway, on this occasion the bustle of goose bump that I could sense under the lead of my fingers didn't seem to bother her unduly. I realized that her breathing had changed and that in fact she had already fallen asleep, presumably from the exacerbating effects of alcohol on her sleeping anovulant ; a fact that I found quite amusing.

spirit both a little tipsy and somewhat emboldened I continued to softly caress her neck opening. I don't know why but I found myself wondering whether I could energise an titillating dream in her rest and hopefully might just improve my chances later when we went to bed. The soft signature and hugging of her neck were definitely resulting in goose skin. I let my forearm and wrist relax so that my hand flopped down and came to rest with my fingers loosely resting on her breast. I could swear I felt her teat had hardened below the sweater and lightly padded bra. Feeling encouraged, I tentatively encircled the outline of her nipple, brushing it gently with the nail of one finger.

Around that time, I glanced over to Apostle Paul to annotate about her falling asleep when I noticed him watching her. I was about to speak when he caught himself and quickly returned his regard to the tv clearly trying to avoid looking in our way. I looked down and saw the ground for Paul's stare ; even though she was wearing a bra, her nipple were clearly distending the fabric of her bra and sweater.

"Haha, it 's ok Alice Paul, I don't thinker you looking"I said almost jokingly,"I know you've always had a thing for Marie ”. Paul's face was a depiction, flushing red from nerve to ear. I'm pretty sure he was wished I hadn't noticed him staring at Marie's pap and wanted the ground to kind of open up and swallow him right around that moment. He determined to avoid eye contact, instead fixing his regard on the tv, while offering a string of apologies.

"Seriously, it's amercement Paul, really I don't intellect. 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 sleep right now ”.

Paul sheepishly looked over in our counsel and mischievously I cupped her breast firmly and pinched her pap through the framework stratum between thumb and forefinger.

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

Paul laughed and almost choked at my directness.

"Seriously ?"Saint 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 caput ;"I've known ever since university that you've had a thing for her knocker, so go ahead, face all you want… admit it that you'd piece of tail her given half a chance"

Paul the Apostle gave me a mocking look, trying to decide whether it was safe to respond to my contrast 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 perdition ”.

"Actually 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 group in sex ”.

My intellect by this point was starting to see former opening for the work that Paul 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 play or not.

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

"that's just the affair ”, Saul of Tarsus continued undeterred by my agnosticism,"what I was working on is how to make the drug warm and more effective, I mean really film the person to a whole other level where we can implant suggestions and replace even strong personal or socio-cultural barrier, religious impression, even question their own mother."

"are you bullshitting me ?"I was still sceptical

"Not at all !"reaffirmed Paul,"once a suggestion 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 implant induction phrases in their subconscious to trigger them into remembering our hypnotism or wiping their memory of case and forgetting things ”.

I looked on attentively as he outlined his oeuvre, my exuberance and curiosity getting the better of me, somewhat in awe at the employment Apostle Paul had somehow managed to get himself involved with."So why are you up in this piece of the country, I didn't know we had a ‘ Q'in the family."I laughed as appear around as though expecting Henry James bond to appear at any mo and recount me that I was going to be imprisoned for animation or spoilt, that he'd have to obliterate me, now that he's revealed secret information.

"That doesn't state me why you're up here on what you described as a business organization trip"… my psyche was conjuring up the possibility of some secret grouping operating covertly in my small town.

"Let's just say I'm coming together with some important client to present how the drug whole kit and we'll leave it at that ”.

At that moment, albeit somewhat unsurprisingly reticent, Paul turned his tending from the moving picture and returned his gaze to the decelerate rhythmic rise and free fall of Marie's chest as she breathed.

Knowing that my best champion was staring at my overly reserved married woman's tits had the surprising effect on me ; I was definitely getting a kick out of this. I adjusted the position of my hired hand and started to pinch the protruding teat with the tip of my finger, to my pleasure it felt like it was swelling even further and becoming harder, clearly protruding. St. Paul's face was a ikon, his center riveted to the authorise evidence of my wife's nipples.

"Marie has always had bang-up tits, hasn't she Alice Paul ?"I volunteered, to which Paul nodded,"uhuh, yeah, I've never seen them, but I imagine they're sodding"he responded, adding"always thought you were a lucky asshole ”. A distinction of forethought, still lingered in his interpreter, obviously uncertain of exactly how best to react to openly discussing my wife's teat.

His obvious delectation in what he saw was evident from the flush of coloring material in his face, which was not be entirely attributable to the beverage as well as the collapsible shelter rising in his pant. I continued to fine-tune Marie's nipples, enjoying not only their response, but also getting an vast kick out of Alice Paul's obvious enjoyment to being freely able to front at them and honour like a true Peeping Tom.

I froze and quickly lifted my fingers slightly from directly touching Marie's mamilla as she briefly started to be active and croak, worried that she would wake and then I would possess to present her ire for touching her like that in presence of St. Paul. I waited a moment, but she was just stirring naturally ; her breathing confirming that she was still in a deep slumber, no question the result of her cocktail of alcohol and sleeping pill.

Feeling reassured that it seemed less potential that she was about to suddenly wake up up and condemn me to a life of infernal region, and also feeling somewhat adventurous I decided to up the post of this footling adult escapade a pace further.

I continued to toy with and pinch her pap but slid my free mitt down over her thigh and gently slid between her human knee, managing to part them just enough to give me more accession, her knees falling to each slope. Saint Paul's regard immediately lowered to her legs, where it was obvious that he could see right up her out-of-doors annulus, past her stay-up stockings, and all the way to her Elwyn Brooks White and pink lacy panties. My own growing erection twitched involuntarily.

I pulled her knees further apart, making certainly to give Paul the Apostle a clearer view straight up Marie's skirt.

"sooo ”, I drew a breath and hesitated, still a little unquiet about continuing, but my hormones and mental imagery seemed to somehow find the courage."…you have samples of that stuff with you ?"I continued, almost in astonishment that such an awe-inspiring drug was here under my own roof and not secured in some bunker a c level below ground.

"haha, actually yeah, I do, I brought several doses just in case one wasn't plenty during the demonstration… I think you could describe it as ‘ an copiousness of precaution'like the politician keep over-using on the tv ”, he smiled at his own liquid body substance, I guess as a way of deflecting from his opinion 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 excuse the ins and outs and defect of our declining and somewhat neuter relationship and the tenseness that had created.

"So, you want to try to make her more receptive towards you, to have sex more often with you ?"Saul of Tarsus asked, reverting to a more professional spirit as he tried to get to the freighter 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 adulteress. Actually, that's so far from who she is as a person, I variety 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 control it without her knowing ?"I asked, trying to realize the full reach of the possibility that were unfolding before me.

"Yes, and we can implant sour 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 make."How would we do this ?"

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

I thought for a moment and suddenly got an approximation ; gesturing to Paul to make out over to where I was, I added"why don't you swap places with me ? ”. He looked up at me, his eyes mocking as if to have not heard correctly and hesitated to motivate."Why don't you come over and sit here, while I take the chair ?"I repeated, nodding my headland affirmatively. I looked him straight in the eye. He hesitated for a few moments, still very unsettled of how this was going, before he got up from the hot seat and came over. I did my best to stand up while still holding Marie's shoulders, taking the weightiness of her torso as considerably I could.

Paul the Apostle chute into seat and raising his arm as I had previously, I carefully released her to be given against him and took his place in the armchair. Paul's stretched out his arm and draped it across her shoulders in practically the Sami way as I had been doing but held back, his fingers not daring to touching her. I gestured to him again, trying to reassure him it was ok and finally he lowered his hand to stay on her knocker. The sight of him holding her and touching her tit turned me on greatly and I could feel the stiffness in my turncock straining against my pants.

Gradually he allowed himself to have-to doe with and find her breasts, playing with her extended nipples as they protruded through her bra and sweater in a similar way. Judging from the bulge in his bloomers, Paul already had a raging erection that was twitching to the decimal point where I was pretty for sure that he was likely to cum inside his pants. I gestured to him to revoke her perspirer, so after a moment or two his free helping 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 abstract 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 nipples were clearly hard. I loved the idea that he was touching her white meat and especially as she had no real idea about it ; my warped desires were definitely getting the better of me.

With one arm behind her neck opening and her bridge player resting on her breast, Saul of Tarsus continued fingering her nipple through her bra while his other hand cupped and massaged her early chest. He was starting to loosen and soon becoming increasingly daring, slipping his hired man in the top of her bra to rub down her tit 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 take this risky venture a step further.

I smiled as Saint Paul slid his spare hand slowly up her thigh… her blue angel skirt and chemise bunching against his forearm as he reached further up her leg to the fogginess of her discover skin on her thighs. He stroked her cutis softly getting closer and closer to her panty. Slid his hand further and pressed a finger through the material to her genitalia, tracing the incision and searching for her clit, 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 scanty, slipping his fingers inside and working them through the soft filament of her pubic hair before gently parting her purulent lips. In the ignitor from the tv I could clearly see the glistening of wetness from her the inner folds they easily lubed his fingers. St. Paul continued fingering her and friction and pausing momentarily, he withdrew his bridge player and held up his finger's breadth to show me. He slid his paw back into her panties and cupped his paw over her cumulation and slipped first one and then a second finger inside, reaching to rub down her inside and out. She moaned softly again in her sleep, her consistency still responding to the forcible contact despite her being almost comatose.

I do n't get laid why, maybe I am just evident kinky, but watching Apostle Paul molesting her sexually and watching her getting aroused was turning me on like weirdo ; I was rock hard and had to focus 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 offer,"of course 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 wrongly ”, he retorted, but I could tell he wanted to too.

"then go for it… fuck her ... I want to see you fuck her"I added more assertively ; the estimate of seeing her having another man's rooster 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 ? ”. Paul clearly wasn't so drunk that he would throw all forethought to the wind.

"Really, I don't care… it's no problem 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 moment had clearly made me miss all my senses and my power to cogitate rationally about succeeding outcome but more than that, the mere idea of her getting pregnant to someone else really made me crazy. It was like the ultimate drug.

Saul of Tarsus maneuvered himself out from underneath, taking her head word and shoulder and gently lowering her head to the shock before taking her ankles and laying her legs out along the sofa, making sure to part them.

Paul, by now had his rock-hard peter and was slowly pumping it with one hand. His cock was characterized by quite a marked bulbus head teacher, which in some ways even seemed disproportional to the thickness of his shaft, which was far from slender and I assessed as slightly longer than my own. Clearly whatever his DNA lacked in paying attention to his alopecia, it had generously made up for in his forcible attributes. Paul's center locked on the vision of my wife laid out in front of him.

He stood over her, slowly wanking himself before grasping the waistband of her panty, tugging more to get them over her butt, and sliding them down her ramification, lifting one foot out, leaving them dangling from the ankle joint of the other.

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

"yes"I retorted emphatically.

Paul the Apostle climbed onto the sofa between her wooden leg, which he lifted one by one, placing her mortise joint over each shoulder and lined the head of his cock between the sassing of her pussy. He looked back at me one more clock time before pushing forward into her. He moaned, enjoying the tight, warm, yet naturally lubricated kitty-cat of my married woman and started to relieve deeper into her with each CVA. He could barely check himself. Marie's pussy wrapped around his pecker, taking in his bulbus head and sealing close around his shaft. She groaned clearly feeling him penetrate her but still not enough to waken her from her sleep. He started to slowly and rhythmically have it off her.

St. Paul managed a passionate"OMG, her pussy flavor so perplex ”, as he bottomed out deep in Marie's pussy…"I just wish she was waken and wanting to do this herself ”. He grunted a few more meter, each time getting More 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 have it off her.

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

Paul thrust a few more metre and then suddenly pushed in hard, 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 Apostle Paul breathlessly as he tried to regain his composure,"that was fucking baffle"he added pulling up from her, his cock still dripping the last vestiges of cum. He looked around for a tissue.

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

Apostle Paul climbed off the sofa and standing over her brain, squeezed out the last cliff onto her partly opened sassing."Waste not want not"he quipped, clearly more relaxed.

"dam Paul the Apostle, you came so fast… motion out the way Paul.. my turning ”.

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 instant before I shot my shipment all over her face and hair. Bra and sweater. I had no idea how I was going to houseclean her up, but at that import that was the lastly thing on my judgement. R-2 of cum exploded from me, shooting over her lips, heart, into her hair's-breadth, and over her dresser. She looked like a sum slut.

I looked at my innocuous wife and the trail of cum that now had started seeping into her sweater and bra and was trickling in a little rivulet down the slope of her face. She looked so sexy laying there.

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

"That was beyond amazing"I said.

"Sure was"said Paul, who had joined me in admiring the muckle we had made."It feels fantastic to do it her… you are one favourable bastard ”."I just like she'd do that when she was waken ”.

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

I was about to uphold when Paul interrupted me.

"clench on a mo, one thing at a time, this isn't snap your digit or thumb a switch and suddenly Marie turns into a nymphomaniac"

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

"First off, I will have to give her a stimulant to overcome the effects of the deglutition and the sleeping pill she took ”."She's going to wake up, not totally, but I can't be certain that she won't get hysteric when she realizes what we've just done to her ”.

"Then we need to administer a humble injection that will act like a Truth blood serum. We'll use the personal effects of that to uncover her notion, thoughts, and belief basis or morals, so that we know what we have to forge with and overcome ”.

"The final exam footstep will then require another injectant to compound her state and open her idea to supplant those thoughts with the ones we want her to have and the memories we want to plant, including any set 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 possibility that my reprobate imagination was able of coming up with."Totally sure Paul, absolutely, go for it ”.

"There's no turning back once we start down this road, Pat ”, Paul cautioned,"you've got to be ready for the consequences, estimable or bad"…"are you totally 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 guest room, returning a few proceedings later with a low Second Earl Grey plastic box. As Marie lay there on the sofa, he opened the box to discover several syringes and small vials.

"Now, this 1st shot will just lift her out of her sleep-state, just enough for her to be responsive, although she will probably be confused. Moments later, I will feed her a gibe of the start drug to take in her more responsive to questioning and see to it her responses are truthful ”.

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

"Of course I'm sure ”, I retorted, nodding, my vocalisation clearly a little frustrate with what I considered to be Paul being over cautious. I knew he was also timid about what we were planning to do, but we'd been friends long enough to bank each other explicitly.

He leaned over and inserted a shortly, all right needle 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 unable to travel, but witting enough to understand and answer motion ”.

Within seconds Marie started to stir, stretching and rubbing her centre. 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 interview her situation, Saul administered the second shot and almost instantly she drifted into a somewhat dazed state, no longer paying attention to what she had found or her DoS of undress.

Paul waited a few here and now, signaling me to remain quiet.

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

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

"what's your public figure ?"…"it's important that we establish some anchorman point, some reality for her to carry on to"

"lol you know my name Paul, I'm Marie"

"That's right, your friends call you Marie, only citizenry who call you Marie are your friends, early people call you Mrs Templeton"

"Yes, that's right"

"So, you trust your friends Marie ?"

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

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

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

"Yes"

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

"Yes, you're a very good friend"

"and where are you right now Marie ?"

"I'm home"

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

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

"Home is a safety place to be, nothing bad happens to you here does it Marie ?"

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

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

"Yes"

"William Tell me how you feel"

"I feel perfectly condom because I am at home with my husband and a good admirer"

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

"No, I don't mind"

"How do you feel right now Marie ?"

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

"I feel a lilliputian horny"

"Do you like that feeling Marie ?"

"Yes"

"Do you often feel steamy Marie ?"

"sometimes"

"How often ?"

Marie paused, obviously thinking, but it seemed like an timelessness before she answered. Paul gave me a reassure looking at and gestured for me to persist patient role and silent.

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

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

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

"I masturbate"

"Do you like to masturbate ?"

"Yes"

"do you have fantasies ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"unavowed sex"

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

"yes"

"who don't you want to screw ?"

"My hubby"

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

"I don't want to spite him"

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

"yes"

"so, where do you jack off ?"

"In the bath"

"Why do you masturbate in the bath ?"

"Because its 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 curious about the stretch insights into my wife's sexual habits.

"Why don't you want Pat to lie with that you jerk off ?"

Again, Marie paused, contemplating her answer, struggling with the true statement, yet unable to formulate a lie.

"Because he might need sex"

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

"Sometimes"

"I get tired, I get air pressure at body of work and nursing home and just can't be bothered with it ”.

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

"yes"

"are you on giving birth control Marie ?"

"No"

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

"because we might be golden and jump a house ?"

"do you want to get pregnant ?"

Marie hesitated for what seemed like the longest time

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

"does the risk of getting meaning 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 someone be exciting ?"

"yes"

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

"Yes"

I was shocked by this revelation, my mind rapidly racing through the possibilities of who my wife had given setback business to.

"when was that ?"

"when I was in high schooling"

"Did you like to lactate his prick Marie ?"

"No !"the no was somewhat emphatic

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

"it made me gag"

"did he cum in your mouth ?"

"Yes"

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

"No"

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

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"no, not really"

"what does not really intend, Marie ?"

Marie was clearly struggling between revealing her darkest secrets only known to her, which were safely locked away in the most common soldier parts of her mind and the powerful burden that this drug was clearly having on her.

"In a way, yes"

"Did you have secret sex with someone ?"

She hesitated again…

"yes"

"When was that Marie ?"

"Last class"

I looked on, stunned that she had actually had a sexual function with soul, 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 creep and end up divorcing from me.

"Who was the affair with ?"

"Robert"

"and who is Robert ?"

"a guy at work"

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

"Did you find it exciting ?"

"yes"

"did you send word-painting of yourself to Robert ?"

"Yes"

"were you dressed in these pictures ?"

"No"

"So, he saw you naked in the pictures ?

"yes"

"how did that make you feel ?"

"Naughty"

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

"yes"

I was both traumatise and turned on… was this really my Marie, my always Conservative married woman ?.

I gestured Paul to go on.

"did you have sex with him ?"

"No"

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

"I felt guilty"

"Because of Pat ?"

"Yes"

"why did you find hangdog ?"

"I don't want to hurt Pat"

"Do you have it off Pat ?"

"Yes"

"Were you thinking of leaving Pat ?"

"No, never"

"So are you still talking to Robert ?"

"No"

"Why did you hold back 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 breath through these revelation and finally breathed yet another suspiration of relief.

"Do you like Paul ?"

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

"Yes, Paul is our friend"

"Do you think Paul the Apostle is sexy ?"

Marie giggled

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

St. Paul smiled and winked at me

"Paul is a trust friend, isn't he ?"

"Yes, I trust Paul"

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

"I would feel awkward"

"Why would you feel awkward ?"

"because he's a supporter"

"Do you like cat to calculate at your titty ?"

"not really"

"do you think you have beneficial 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 wear a bra ?"

"because guys would gaze"

"and how would that make you feel ?"

"uncomfortable"

"why does it pee you palpate uncomfortable ?"

"because my nipples get operose"

"do you have in mind that turns you on ?"

"yes"

"would that be wrong ?"

"yes"

"How would you feel if Apostle of the Gentiles saw you not wearing a bra ?"

"shy"

That was my conservative Marie

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

"Because he might get turned on"

Paul seemed to be capacity with that answer and gestured to me that it was sentence to reach him the next syringe.

"So, you feel safe with Saint Paul and Pat ?"

"Yes"

"You know they won't hurt you ?"

"Yes"

"Now you are going to feel a little dickhead, but you will understand that you are perfectly rubber"

"Ok"she responded without even questioning why she would find a shaft

Apostle Paul took the second syringe and deftly gave a guess into her neck, massaging the spot with his pollex. He waited a bit as Marie stopped talking and she visibly slumped into the cushion with a glass over look.

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

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

Paul lifted each eyelid in round and took her pulse.

After a here and now or two, satisfied that the second 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 reception"

"do you find out me Marie ?"

"yes ”, her spokesperson responded somewhat weakly.

"You're in a benighted place, but you feel slacken, comfortable, and dreamlike piazza, you feel prophylactic because you're with friends"

"Whenever you hear Pat or St. Paul's phonation when you're in this dark, relaxing and well-situated blank space it will wee you experience safe"

"ok"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Paul speak the words ‘ Marie, sleepytime'you are going to immediately generate to this dark place. This wickedness, well-fixed, relaxing and condom property and your mind will be open to everything the voice tells you ”.

"Do you understand ?"

Marie nodded, uttering an almost innaudible"yes"

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

"Yes"

"and when your husband uses the run-in ‘ Marie reboot'you will forget everything that has happened from before those words and your previous retention from before tonight will return… former memory will seem like just a distant dream, fleeting and unreal, just your imagination playing tricks on you… do you understand ?"

Marie remained soundless for a few moment

"yes"

"and when your married man 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 important thing that you need to commend"

"OK"

"Now you will forget Robert, this Robert guy never even existed, he was just a momentary phantasy and will not return to your store"

"yes"

"Instead you will remember 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 ally Saul of Tarsus online"

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

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

"how would it make you palpate to transmit naked pictures to Apostle of the Gentiles ?"

"excited"

Marie flushed a small red.

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

"You will start to incur yourself feeling more and More horny whenever you are around Paul"

"How will you embark on to feel Marie, when you are around Paul ?"

"Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More horny"she mumbled, her font distinctly flushing

"You haven't yet had sex with Saul of Tarsus, but you want to have sex with him"

"yes"

"How do you palpate about Paul ?"

"I want to have sex with him"

"Department of Energy that idea excite you ?"

"Yes"

"you can't hold to find his cock inside you"

"Yes"

Marie started to worm a little as she was being held, obviously she was getting turned on even in this rich spellbinding state.

I leaned skinny to 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 planetary house of uncertainty from me.

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

"Marie, you are going to enjoy sex with Saint Paul"

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

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

"but I might get meaning"Marie said, managing some minor leftover of impedance

"Marie, you know that you might get pregnant but in fact, the endangerment of getting pregnant gain your hullabaloo and makes you even more horny"

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

"excited"she mumbled

"you want Saul of Tarsus to cum inside you and not get out out don't you Marie"

"yes"

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

"a bit scared"

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

"excited"

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

"you will be athirst for that character of climax, in fact you will get that you love feeling horny and that you feel turned on almost all of the sentence"

"You love your husband"

"Yes"

"you don't want him to feel 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 feel ruttish every day"

"how often will you masturbate Marie ?"

"Every day"

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

"where will you jack off 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 married man. You will palpate comfortable sleeping nude"

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

"I will feel ok about it"

"will you relish him admiring your soundbox ?"

"yes"

"and as he is your husband, he can hold 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 require sex"

"Yes"

"And you will start to bask giving blow-jobs, in fact you want to be good at giving reversal caper and will want to pattern every day"

"yes"

"What will you want to pattern every day ?"

"to grant blowjob"

I grinned at that suggestion and at her will yet almost inaudible reaction

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

Apostle Paul looked up in my focus

"Anything else ?"Paul mouthed to me, his expression letting me know that we have more or LE done enough for now and seeking my license to stop the reprogramming.

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

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

"from now on you will feel uncomfortable wearing a bra, you prefer a more natural feeling. You enjoy the aid of hombre looking at your breasts and no foresighted feel shy or reserved about it"

"how do you feel about wearing a bra ?"

"uncomfortable"

"and when you do n't tire out a bra, your teat will become naturally more raw and you will delight that they add to your sensation of feeling horny"



"how will you feel when men look at your knocker ?"

"excited"

"Now tonight when you go to bed you will not wear any wearing apparel to bed, you enjoy sleeping au naturel"

"Yes, I enjoy it"

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

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

"horny"

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

"How will you feel Marie ?"

"Adventurous"

"you will agnise that now is your opportunity to have sex with Paul

"and will feel so excited about it"

"what will you finger Marie ?"

"excited about sex with Saint Paul"

"it will feel born to have Pat and Apostle of the Gentiles make dear to you"

"the idea of making love life with 2 men will shake up you ?"

"yes"

"you will find that the inaugural thing be that you want to do for Saul is give him a gust job"

"A blow job ”, Marie giggled a footling

"and how will that fix you experience"

"excited"

"and when you have sex with Paul, how will that cause you feel ?"

"rattling"

"and you will desire Paul to cum inside you"

"yes"

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

"yes"

"you want to feel both cocks inside you at the same time"

"yes"

"do you like anal sex Marie ?"

"no"

"why not ?"

"that seems nasty"

"Marie, in future you will come up you like anal sex, in fact you will find it exciting"

"how will anal sex make you palpate ?"

"excited"

"you will find anal sex particularly stimulating and start to need it more"

"yes"

Paul seemed satisfied with the resolution of his programing and grinned at me."we can build on this later at any prison term"he whispered to me.

"now Marie, after I count down from 3, you will swan into a deep sleep, but in a few minutes or so you will waken up, and when you wake up you will remember 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 wearing apparel or feel anything except you had a deep sleep"

"yes"

"and when you wake up, you will finger unbend and exceptionally horny"

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

"really horny"

"and you will require to hold sex with Paul and Pat"

"yes"

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

"yes, the best"

"now I am going to look down from 3 and a few moments later you will start to waken up"

Paul counted down slowly

"3…2…1"

With that, Marie slumped into a deep sleep.

Alice Paul withdrew his manus 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 clit. He put her boob back inside her bra and pulled the perspirer 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 fingers he was still holding up"I hope you're sure about this"responded Saul of Tarsus, still somewhat nervy about what we'd just loose in her."Don't vexation though, I've programmed her so that we can loosen everything tomorrow and startle afresh without even using the drugs ”.

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

Saul of Tarsus and I switched billet again and I replaced my arm around her in more or less the same situation as when she had fallen asleep.

Shortly thereafter, Marie's optic started to blink away open and sharpen on where she was.

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

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

Marie flushed and laughed,"for the biography of me, I don't remember, dreams are so weird like that, so real yet so comfortable to forget ”. Clearly Marie remembered, but my shy and conservative wife would never normally speak so openly.

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

"no dear, of course not, Saint Paul's our booster"

With that she kissed me deeply on the mouth, her tongue searching for mine as her hand went straight to my genitals, rubbing my already punishing erecting pressing inside my pants.

She broke the kiss and turning to look at Apostle Paul with a flirty reflexion, she patted the sofa on the other slope of her.

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

Saul of Tarsus 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 lips, kissing him passionately, like a duet of highschoolers. St. Paul clearly reveling in the consequence, kissed her back, their spit visibly playing with each other. Her former hand went to Saul's genitalia, 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 pull it up over her head, her long saturnine hair cascading back over her articulatio humeri. This was definitely not the demure Marie I had spent the close 10 years married to.

She turned back towards me and kissed me with equal muscularity, pressing her glossa into my mouth as her paw again went for my crotch.

Paul quickly unhooked her bra, sliding the shoulder straps off and letting it crepuscle from her, before working on the zipper to her dame. Completely bare-breasted, she again turned to Paul the Apostle, resuming her kissing as his hands immediately went to her tit, squeezing and pinching her already erect nipples.

With her own two mitt, tucking her thumb into the relax cincture, she grasped her skirt and slip, sliding them down her legs before kicking them off to the floor, leaving herself in her pinko lacy panties and stay-up stockings. She looked so dam sexy in that moment.

Feeling emboldened I reached with both manpower for her panties and forcibly ripped them apart, the fine lace panel tearing easily. With an extra tug, the gusset plate of her panty tore away, leaving her kitty-cat fully exposed, her wetness clearly observable. This seemed to enflame her even more as Marie's fingerbreadth fumbled with Paul's drawers, unfastening them, lowering his zip fastener and reaching inside to issue his already crocked cock. Marie dove down onto it, engulfing it between her lips as she sucked it deep into her mouth, slurping and bobbing her capitulum rhythmically, each time plunging deeper. Marie was gagging occasionally but it didn't stop her. Paul closed his eyes, occasionally moaning, his manus caressing her headway and hair.

I reached between Marie's legs, parting them more and slew my paw up her leg to her pussy, sliding inaugural my index number finger inside and then two others ; she was sopping wet. Releasing herself from Paul's cock, she turned to me and kissed me deeply, her aspect flushed with passion. She reached down and similarly tugged my cock free of my gasp before engulfing it with her mouth, sucking and licking it like a tot up pro.

Paul the Apostle, now fully engaged manipulated her lieu so that she was kneeling along the sofa with her arse to him, her mouth not leaving my peter even for an moment. I felt like I would detonate at any moment.

Lining himself up with her from seat, Paul pushed the head of his cock inside her and with one stroke, pushed deep inside her. I thought Marie was going to bite my putz off as she clenched her backtalk around it. Marie was moaning and gurgling as if in total extasy as 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 carried away, her moans now much louder I could feel the shaking of her throat on my cock, intensifying the sensations, her breasts swinging beneath her with each thrust. Paul too was clearly in a very excited State, pushing harder and deeper each time. moment later he stiffened and grunted as he unloaded deep into her fertile astuteness and what almost simultaneously, mare groaned, and her soundbox shuddered vigorously as she too came arduous. With the sight of Paul cumming inside her coupled with her groan and pulsating body was too a lot for me and I erupted spontaneously into the vertebral column of her pharynx. Marie gulped and swallowed as jet after jet of cum shot into her mouth.

We stayed in our respective locating for several moments, breathing intemperately, waiting for the aftershocks to calm and a gumption of reasonable normality to return. Ange turned over, facing up and lay down almost raw with her caput in my lap and her stage stretched along the lounge across Paul's pegleg, her breasts still heaving as she breathed, a blissful formula on her grimace as though she was no longer shy of laying naked in the sight of two men, sweat on her eyebrow making some of her hair stick to her face, the rest tumbled to either side.

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

"nooo, too spiritualist, no no no"she exclaimed, so Paul eased off and we just continued there on the lounge, contented, with my naked wife 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 sofa,

By that clip, 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 track of metre.

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

Apostle Paul and I nodded in agreement and we all headed up the stairs to bed, Marie slightly ahead of us, I noticed a trickle of cum seeping down her interior second joint. She looked so blessed sexy.

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

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

The adjacent morning, I started to arouse up and focus my eyes through the sunlight that was now streaming in through the drapery. I was alone in bed. I hauled myself out of bed and grabbing my gown, snuck out of the room towards the guest room door. I heard dampen sounds coming from downstairs so as quietly as I could, made my way down the stair and carefully headed towards the kitchen.

Just before I entered, I caught a glimpse of Marie and Paul. Marie was dressed in a Inner Light silky robe that she had for some sentence but never wore. The gown came down to her thigh and the silky cloth clung to her accentuating her curves, her skin glowing with that freshly showered look.

Marie was dead set face down over the kitchen mesa, rocking back and Forth River as Paul pounded her from behind, barker style. She was moaning and cried out"omg Saint Paul, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"and with that started to spasm as a hefty coming rocked through her body, her succus squelching as Paul grunted and pushed hard into her with a final knife thrust as he began pumping his source into her vulnerable pussy. They stayed locked together for a few moments before Apostle Paul pulled out from her.

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

I crept back to the stairs and made a dot of making my steps more audible.

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

Marie turned, handing St. Paul a cup of coffee.

"good sunrise sleepy, I made coffee for us all"she said trying her best to sound formula but attempting to treat 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 coffee with a smile of ingenuousness that had I not known anything would have convinced me that all the effect 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 sass, immediately pressing my tongue into her sassing. 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 script, I ushered her out of the kitchen and indicating Paul to abide by, led her back up the step to our room. Normally Marie would take in forcefully resisted such a move, 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 face the merchantman of the bed towards Saul of Tarsus. She squatted over me ready for me to get across her, but I slipped my fingers inside lubricating them well with the mix of juices that glistened over my fingers and smeared it liberally over her virgin dickhead, my index digit pushing inside. Pulling her down onto my raging erection, I slipped easily inside her kitty while my fingers 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 stroke. I lubed both my thumbs on her juices and pushed them inside her ass opening move it still further. She felt incredibly pissed, but it seemed that her bodily fluids were all I needed to lube her sphincter. Marie leaned forward and as Paul the Apostle approached the end of the bed, she took his cock in her mouth and started to wet-nurse him. He soon started to get hard again. Marie continued to fuck and suck for respective minutes, gasping for breathing space every now and again and increasingly was fucking my cock with my thumb still working their way into her viscera. Not wanting to cum just yet, I stopped her and pulled out of her pussy, maneuvering her to a more upright squatting place, I lowered her down aiming her rosebud rightfield over my peter. I pressed into her and she flinched, letting out a little yelp as the oral sex of my tool forced open her ass, but she never tried to finish me. Instead, she willingly pushed downwards onto it… another starting time for Marie.

As I pushed deeper into her ass, I grasped her shoulder and pulled her back onto my chest, forcing myself abstruse, so that she was laying, face up along my torso, my cock buried deep in her bowels. The sensation was unsubstantial, so tight and cushy, I had never been able to sway Marie to let me anywhere near her ass before, even the tenuous touch of my finger's breadth would freak her out, often triggering the end of lovemaking for the nighttime. This new experience had me almost ready to explode in present moment but fortunately I was still able-bodied to hold back. Marie was moaning and relishing in this new experience, mewing and moaning. I could almost feel her body experiencing a succession of diminutive climax with each thrust into her.

I guess Paul already knew where this was heading as he moved forward without boost, massaging his already arduous cock in his hand, and maneuvered between our peg, lifting and separating Marie's articulatio talocruralis before pressing into her. Given that my pecker was already tightly wedged up her ass, she was much stiff and even though she was sopping wet, he literally had to push hard to get his rooster inside her. The aesthesis of feeling another man's cock separated only by a slim tissue layer was weird at inaugural but at the same sentence it excited me beyond words to remember that Marie was now taking 2 cocks for the first time ever.

"OMG so big… so full, don't stop, don't stop"she was muttering over and over as we found our rhythm method of birth control and started to really fuck her. As she was laying stretched out on top of me, I could feel every muscle and every tremor of her consistency. It was amazing to see Marie so turned on, so enjoying sex, it was everything I had ever wanted. I reached around in movement of her and started to knead her tits, pinching her nipples 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 dead body. The intensity was too much for Paul and he erupted inside her, causing Marie to orgasm hard a far time, sweat pouring from her, juices flowing out and down both her and my thighs. Feeling Marie's spasming and Paul's stopcock pulsation and twitching inside her, I could not hold back any longer and erupted rope after roofy of cum inscrutable into her bowels.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, our putz slipped out of her as she rolled off me, still panting, a stunned looking in her eyes, her naked physical structure still trembling. She turned to me and first kissed me deeply before turning to Paul. This was so far from the Marie that had been my demure, conservative wife I had been married to for the past times 10 class, she was a sex goddess and I intended to enjoy every moment of it.

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

Eventually, Monday morning came around and we all had workplace to go to. clip to change her computer programming once again. We were sitting around the table in our gown, savoring our first cup of chocolate of the day, when Saul of Tarsus adopted his assertive vocalization,"Marie, sleepytime ”, which instantly sent her into her dark place.

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

"my friend"

"good fille"

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

"yes"

"after the count of 3 you will arouse up and experience refreshed, you will take a shower and get ready for study"

"yes"

Paul counted down and Marie came back to the salute, continuing our general forenoon chat, as if nada had happened.

As the deep brown 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 beat weekend Paul"I said to him as soon as I felt sure that Marie was out of earshot. We'll have to do that again future time you're up this way.

"Definitely"replied Paul with a big grin.

"Just be heedful what you wish for. You have the baron to make Marie tell you anything, believe anything, and do anything that you want her to ”.

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

"just be careful, ok ?"Paul reminded me in all seriousness but given that I had the ability to change things, 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 outfit ; a shadow, knee distance wench and sweater but she clearly had no bra on, which immediately gave me an hard-on. I could only imagine the look on the faces of her male colleagues.

Finally, we said our good day and went off to start work. It was going to be an interest future.

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