Marie 'S Psyche Mastery - 3


Cheating, Wife
My relationship with Marie was evolving rapidly. I got a strange, some may say perverted, kick out of manipulating my wife to have sex with former men and she was now fraught with her brother's child. I hadn't realized that I would so relish the cheat on experience until it happened. These days, I could get sex with Marie any time I wanted, so I found that getting her to have sex with early guys added some zest to our relationship. The only problem was that I wanted more and as with so many matter you desire, once you have them, you end up getting bored and want to try something new, something you perceive as better.

I wondered quite how far I could guide this, even to the extent of trying to charm the sex sprightliness of other people. I found the feeling quite stimulating and there were various people I would give birth loved to control ; the lone job was that I didn't have access to more of that drug. What I needed to do was get to see Paul again, but he didn't often get anywhere near where Marie and I lived. I definitely knew he still had a thing for Marie and wondered whether that might be an edge I could use to blarney him into letting me get a supply of the drug. I pondered this for various days and decided that the scoop way maybe for either Marie and I to go visit him, or even to send Marie on her own. He'd probably start at the chance of spending a weekend with her as his own living sex-toy. That still left the challenge of how to persuade him.

I decided to beam Marie on her own, but that would have to be at his invitation, or he might suspect something. have got time alone with her, he might be more open to persuasion and let his sentry go down a bit. I set about planting the seminal fluid and as Marie had already been conditioned to savour sex with him, I planted the idea in her head that she had missed having sex with him and would therefore start exchanging messages and email with him, send him sexy pictorial matter of herself. She would lead him up to the compass point where he might call for the both of us to visit.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Marie followed my conditioning to the letter, starting off with a couple of dewy-eyed electronic mail and building up to the point where she was exchanging textbook with him several times a day. Eventually he messaged about what a shame it was that he couldn't get away and that we lived such a retentive space from him. Perfect.

I set the next phase of the programme into place and got Marie to tell him that I would be attending an IT conference and she would be after to do with me. Paul was caught and hoped he would have chance to drop alone time with her patch I was attending the conference.

It was still ahead of time in her maternity, so I didn't have to care about Apostle of the Gentiles finding out, but decided to juice things up a bit. During the time we were there, she would forget that she is my wife and believe that she was in fact Saint Paul's married woman, spending her nighttime with him. I knew he would bed her brain out, but by now I didn't aid. She was my ticket to a supply of Saul of Tarsus's top-secret drugs.

The messaging continued and a couple of weeks later, we packed our bags and headed to the airport. We had agreed to adjoin up for a dinner at a restaurant Paul had picked out. I sent Marie on ahead to meet Alice Paul at the restaurant and I changed at the hotel before heading over myself. St. Paul and Marie were already there waiting as the manager showed me to their table. It was amazing how seamlessly Marie seemed to ingest slipped into her new role as Paul's wife, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek before taking her seat next side by side him.

"It's so nice to see you again Pat, it seems like ages since we finale saw you"

Marie was so convincing, it shocked me in a way, but I was hoping for the best.

The meal was pleasant, 3 supporter chatting freely together, sharing the occasional jest and getting well-situated around each early again. At one point Marie disappeared to the bathroom, leaving Paul and me alone.

"Are you sure you don't mind me having this human relationship with Marie ?"he asked, seeking reassurance.

"Why do you think I programmed her to think she's your wife, Paul… enjoy having her to fuck, no trouble"

"just comport in mind she's permanently horny so take a leak sure you fuck her learning ability out ”, I said laughing.

"when is the conference over"he asked

"In 3 days, starting tomorrow"I replied

"shame"he replied,"I would gift anything to keep her foresighted ”.

I saw the opportunity to get some leveraging and jumped at it."How would you like to keep her till the end of the hebdomad ?"

"Sure, I would jump at the chance, Marie is gorgeous and well out of my league"

"There is one thing you could do for me though"

"what's that Pat ? ... if it's in my power, you got it"

"well, you know that drug you developed, I could use some more ”, I whispered, leaning in finisher to him.

"That's a big request Pat, not sure I can stretch to that, I could go to immure if anyone found out"

"How about if I said you could keep her for two weeks ? ”, I said, upping the anti

"What on ground would you use it for anyway, I mean you already have Marie where you wanted her, and you already know that you can get her to do anything"

"I know, the problem is, Alice Paul, there's this gripe at work, who's always stealing my musical theme and innovations and claiming them for her own. Now she's been made a manager and is always complaining to management about my work… she's always making my life difficult, and I need to change that, and a couple more I can consider of ”. The whole chronicle was complete fable, but it seemed to be plausible.

"So how many doses are you thinking of ?"

"I don't know… maybe 3 or 4"

Paul gulped ,.

"You'd be doing me a huge favor, Saul of Tarsus, seriously"I added

Paul pondered my petition for a few moments, weighing up the fortune of spending a couple of weeks fucking my wife and the peril of being caught

"Look, he said, we've got an functionary demonstration kit, it's got 5 doses in it… they work almost as effectively, but the event don't last anywhere near as long as the acid I gave Marie… they're likely to forget the conditioning and what they did within about a week"

"I could probably get one of those and make out I'd sent it off as a sampling for somebody"

"It's also a lot simpler, this version is taken orally, it's tasteless and untraceable, so there's no need to risk complication. The injection translation requires a sure know-how, but the demo pad are much simpler ”.

"great deal ! ”, I whispered to him… I sure wish it lasted longer, but I'll take it"

"One more than thing…"I added,"Marie only has a limited numeral of outfits with her, so you'll have to take her shopping and buy clothes"

"Ok, fulfil me after the conference and I'll let you have a demonstration kit… and don't worry, I'll reset her scheduling when I send her domicile"

At that point, Marie returned to the table and our conversation resumed as pattern, chatting over desert.

We said our goodbyes and Marie left with Saul of Tarsus. Of form, there was no group discussion, so I just spent the 3 solar day hanging around in the hotel and doing a bit of limited sight-seeing. On getting even to the hotel, the phone illumination was blinking and I after checking for messages, learned that a bundle had been dropped off for me. I collected it and opened it in the privateness of my room. There inside was an oblong box, similar in size to a shell I had a twain of glasses. Inside was a strip of 5 individual clear guggle packs, each containing just one pill together with a folded instruction tone on how to use, possible side issue, etc. The hale thing looked very professional.

At the end of the lastly day, I returned household. The remained of the 2 weeks were killing and seemed to dredge by. Saint Paul occasionally sending me a content, one was a picture of Marie, clearly laying on his bed, naked, sleeping, branch apart and cum leaking from her cunt. I missed her and this was to a greater extent than I had initially planned, but the price seemed worth it to get the excess social disease. Now all I had to do was find a suitable candidate to prove it on.

There was one fussy neighbor, who lived across the road, a brace of star sign down from mine. She was a hot blonde, I often noticed that she and her husband would frequently ferment on their nominal head thousand, he would cut the sess and she would focus on the flower beds. She was Loretta Young, I estimated her to be in her mid-20s, one of those athletic character who, judging from her material body, would cause been into aerobic exercise and workouts at a gym somewhere. She often wore a tank top and underdrawers, which occasionally would reveal a becoming cleavage when she bent forward.

I definitely felt attracted to her, but whenever we had spoken briefly in the past, she had always seemed to be unapproachable. This added to my itch to try it on her. It just happened to be a really hot day, and I noticed that she was busying herself with weeding the flowerbed. I already had a jug of ice tea in the fridge and saw an opportunity to try and invite her over.

I hopped in the car and headed out as if going to the local memory board, returning about 15 minute of arc later. I pulled up alongside their family and lowered the window on the passenger side. She was kneeling on a India rubber mat, prodding at the ground with a modest tool. Her hair was tied back and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

"tone like thirsty work"I said in a friendly, jovial way.

She looked up, trying to make out who was addressing her

"It's me, Pat, your neighbor from across the road"

"Oh hi ”,"how are you today ?"she said, confining her response to a perfunctory greeting.

"I'm ok thanks, how are you ?"I responded,"it's a hot one today, remember to delay hydrated"

"I will, I was just about to go inside and toast some water"

"flavour, …"I said, testing the water system."I've got some iced tea in the fridge if you'd care for a spyglass ?"

She peered into the car, trying to ensure whether I was just being some jerk trying to cull her up, or was genuinely just being the friendly neighbor.

"I'm fine thank you ”, she replied,"I don't want to be an inconvenience"

I pressed the breaker point home

"No problem, face, I'll just park up and ingest these groceries inside and pop back in a few minutes… and don't worry, you can return the glass whenever it's convenient"

She nodded appreciatively

I pulled into my garage and headed for the kitchen. Taking the jug of ice tea, I poured out two methamphetamine and topped them up with ice. I got the box of pills and popped one out of its gurgle pack, dropping one into one of the glasses. It fizzed and disintegrated as it floated around the top. Within second base it had vanished completely, a unmarried bubble all that remained as a trace. I added a slice of Citrus limon to her glass, to make sure I didn't confuse them and headed over.

She was just wrapping up, quite sweaty, with string of beads of lather trickling from her forehead. She wiped her face with the rachis of her hired hand. Her tank top clung to her abdominal cavity, the straps of her bra, somewhat grayed by the travail, clung to her shoulders. Her kneecaps were slightly soiled, the skin indented where she had been kneeling.

I offered the deoxyephedrine to her and she took it from me, smiling as she politely thanked me.

"I'm Pat by the way, Pat Templeton, offering out my now excess bridge player"

"Pleased to contact you… I'm Jacy, Jacy Hemmings"

"Look, why don't we step inside, it's cooler there, I'll wash up first if you don't head ”, she offered, seeming to stimulate warmed slightly from her usual unapproachable nature.

We went into the star sign via the service department, and she offered me a bum at the kitchen table while she washed her hands. We continued having polite and neighborly conversation over the next few min. I learned that her married man was a realtor and that she was a part-time administrator at a downtown hotel. I grew bear on that the drug didn't seem to be working, having already spent 10 transactions since she finished the chicken feed off. She had definitely been thirsty.

"feel, I hope you don't judgment, but I'm going to ask you to go now, I'm tired and going to go take aim a nap before hotdog gets dwelling ”.

Frank, I had learned was some 10 age elder than her on his second marriage. I was mighty about her age though, at 25 she was definitely in her prime.



I got up to leave, wondering exactly how foresightful it would consider to kick-in and then I noticed she had closed her centre and was sitting silently at the table.

"Jacy, can you hear my spokesperson"

"Yes ”, she responded, her vox equanimity, almost a whisper.

"Your husband's called Frank, isn't he ?"

"Yes"

"who am I Jacy ?"

"You're Pat, my neighbor"

"Do you like Pat ?"

"He seems ok, he just brought me a tea, that was kind of him"

"and where are you right now Jacy ?"

"I'm home base"

"household is a safe plaza to be, nothing bad happens to you here does it Jacy ?"

"Yes, rest home is a safe station to be"

"So you're in a safe blank space, and so you feel perfectly good do n't you Jacy ?"

"Yes"

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

"No, I don't mind"

"How do you find right now Jacy ?"

"Relaxed"

"Yes, relaxed is a nice feeling when you've worked so toilsome on your garden"

Jacy seemed to be well under the influence of the drug by now, so I decided to be a little more searching with my questions.

"How is your sex spirit ?"

"it's unspoilt"

"Do you enjoy sex ?"

"Yes"she responded without hesitation

"Yes, and you will start to delight sex even more after today, in fact you will start to feel horny all the time"

"How often will you feel horny ?"

"all the time"

"That's the right way Jacy"

"Do you love your married man ?"

"Yes, very lots"

"trade good"

"and have you ever been unfaithful ?"

"No, never, I would not do that"

"Jacy, you find that bra uncomfortable and hot, you feel the urge to transfer it"

Surprisingly, even in her semi-conscious open state, she reached behind, unfastened her bra, and slipped the shoulder straps down her arm, before removing it from her front. This was new, it meant although I hadn't planned on it, it seemed that I could get her to do things even without her waking initiatory. Her breast flopped free, the tank top clung to them, outlining their profile, her nipple now clearly visible.

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

"Do you realize ?"

"Yes"

"In future you will find brassiere uncomfortable to wear and always prefer to not fall apart one"

"How do you feel about brassiere ?"

"they're uncomfortable ”, she replied

"yes, effective"

"Now when you wake up you will not think twice about the bra in your bridge player because you took it off as it was uncomfortable"

"Why did you guide your bra off in front of Pat ?"

"Because it was uncomfortable"she replied

"You will bulge to savour that people like to see you without a bra and will feel horny whenever anyone looks at your titty"

"yes"

"You will commend that you have been strongly attracted to your neighbor, Pat for quite some clock time"

"How do you finger about Pat"

"Strongly attracted to him"

"Yes, that's right, and you will find you'll do anything to throw sex with him"

"You will want to get laid him at every prospect you get"

"What do you need to do with Pat ?"

"rich person sex with him whenever I can"

"Good girl"

"and you will find that sex with Pat is even better than with your hubby, in fact you will incur your husband less stimulating and only manage to cum when Pat is fucking you"

"yes"

"And you will stay fresh this a underground from your hubby because you don't want him to leave you"

"What will you do ?"

"support it a cloak-and-dagger from my husband"

"Good"

"Now when I count down from 3 you will awake up, you will find the ice tea refreshed you and you will no longer palpate tired, instead you will find really corneous and want sex"

I counted down from 3 and moments later, Jacy opened her eyes.

I turned to head up out the door, not really intending to, but to test her programming, while the drug was still active in her system.

Jacy dropped her bra on the board, got up and came over to me, her hand resting on my arm

"You're not leaving yet, are you ? ”, she said

"I was about to, I thought maybe your hubby would be home soon"

"Not for a dyad of hours… it's just…"she didn't continue, instead reached up, grabbed my head and kissed me. I kissed her back and our tongues searched each former out, the candy kiss becoming hungry, demanding.

"I want you"she whispered into my ear, a sentiency of urgency in her voice,"I've always wanted you"

She took me by the hand and seductively looked at me, leading me silently out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom.

I pulled her to me, holding her and started kissing her again, my hand groped at one of her breasts. She moaned softly.

I pulled the scrunchie from her hair and long strands of blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders and down her spine. It was exquisite, diffused, silky, a natural tint of sandlike blond. I was rock hard inside my shorts and her hand went to run unfastening the clasp and zipper, dropping them to the floor along with my boxers. My cock immediately bounced disembarrass, standing hard and perpendicular to my soundbox, She seemed do-or-die to be fucked.

I pulled her strappy little tank top up over her breasts and off over her principal, exposing her magnificent tits. Not as bombastic as Marie's, but perfectly shaped, her dark nipples standing proud.

She tugged my tee shirt off, tossing it away, I pushed her firmly and she fell back onto the bed, I grabbed cargo area of her shorts and pantie and dragged them over her rosehip and off over her feet leaving her completely naked.

Her slit was beautiful, a thin slit surrounded by puffy lips, it was glistening with her juice. A humble strip of neatly trimmed blond fuzz just above, confirmed she was a natural blonde. I parted her ankles and dived between her leg, licking at her, my tongue pressing into her lips and up to her clitoris, circling it while simultaneously sucking at it. The smell of her puss was slightly sweaty from the horticulture and being trapped in her panties, but it tasted delightful. Jacy started whining and moaning, rich croaky moans, her dead body responding, her hips undulating, her breathing quickened, getting deeper, her pussy streaming with succus that I endeavored to lap up. I continued tormenting her pussy, watching her titty heave with her breathing, her heart staring wide open. Her mouth was open displaying pure strip of burnished white teeth.

We kept this frenetic activity up for several minutes, her hands clasping my chief, when suddenly she clamped her thighs to my head word and wailed as an orgasm shuddered through every muscle in her body.

I climbed up the bed, lifting her mortise joint over my shoulders and plunged into her hot wanton snatch, not wanting to waste time on a more conciliate seductive approach. The pent-up frustrations of Apostle of the Gentiles having my wife to know had me prepare to fuck her hard and I was going to do just that. Her kitty-cat was Almighty ; tight, ardent, and silky and so wet. She screamed again, as I started to pound her, driving my dick late inside. As I sped up and started to really hammer her, her hips started bucking up to mine, her gym-toned muscleman working overtime to keep up as we frantically fucked. I was taking my weight on my arms and knees, using the full force of my articulatio coxae to thrust into her. We were both trousering, almost breathless, gasping loudly for air, her moan were substantial, meretricious, more pressing, when suddenly she cried out again and she crashed into a major orgasm, her paries clamped around and milked my cock and a strong sprayer of her succus spewed out soaking my belly and second joint. I couldn't withstand back and thrusting as far as I could into her, dumped countless impulse of cum deep inside her. I went dizzy, overwhelmed by the sweat and power of my own orgasm. I held myself inside her for as long as I could, my shaft still twitching but finally collapsed onto her before rolling off to her side. We both lay there panting for breath.

She turned her forefront and looked at me

"oh my god, Pat… that was… that was amazing… I've never cum that hard before ”. To be honest, I couldn't think cumming that heavy either, no doubt I had, but it was mind-blowingly powerful.

The taboo of having just fucked my neighbor's gorgeous wife added to my sense of achievement, even if it had only been because of her programming. In that instant, I wished it had been perm. I looked at her, laying there naked, and admired her athletic body.

She rolled over towards me and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly.

"I've wanted this for so long, every time I've seen you, but you're married, and I didn't want to make problems for you"she said, gazing into my eyes… her own I noticed were a beautiful blanch green.

"Me too, Jacy, I've seen you outside sometimes and always thought you were so sexy and suitable, but you too are married"

"I should go though ”, I said reluctantly,"I'm pretty for certain your husband will be back soon and you probably need a shower bath before he gets here."

I kissed her tenderly and dressed, my lust quenched for now. She lay there in bed, naked and exposed, and I left for my own home.

We fucked several More metre over the next few days, sometimes at her star sign, sometimes at mine. The sex was incredible, sometimes she would mount me like a banshee, totally lost in her own world of orgasmic dreamworld. One night she even knocked at my door quite late on, apparently her husband had sex with her but left her frustrated and was now"sleeping like a babe"in her lyric. I fucked her, pinned against the hallway rampart, satisfying her lust-fuelled frustration. I knew it was a risk but fucked her anyway.

Then one day I noticed her working on her garden and saw that she was wearing a bra again. I guessed that the essence of the drug were wearing off. I didn't care too much, it had been enceinte and besides, it was almost time for Apostle of the Gentiles to return Marie back to me.

I texted Paul and asked him how it was going. A few min later, my headphone buzzed with a message back from him."incredible time, she's insatiable… I'll send her back with a small something extra ”. My Bob Hope picked up, not exactly certain what he was sending, but I grinned as I knew it couldn't be a baby.

All seemed fine when she finally returned, animation was hopefully going to get back to pattern ; She didn't feeling any speculative for all the fucking she'd no doubt received. It turned out that Apostle Paul had sent her back with a package for me. I went to the bathroom to open it and inside was a small phial, a couple of syringes, and an unsigned hand-written distinction. The note read"Use this one carefully, it's powerful. ‘ hope I can"adopt"her again soon. By the way, expect an unexpected guest ”. I was thrilled at receiving the injectable version and wondered if he intended it for the fictional"managing director"I had told him about. I was more curious about who was going to work up as an unexpected guest.

We ate dinner as if nothing had changed and I quizzed her about whether we were expecting someone, but she denied knowing anything. No doubt Paul had set something up but programmed her to not remember. As if by some twist of fortune, about a week later, Marie and I were at the supermarket when we bumped into Jacy, or rather she bumped into me. Marie was busy searching for something further down the aisle when Jacy came up, grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear"I miss you"before drifting away, looking back with a coy, girlie expression, trying her best to avoid arousing Marie's suspicions. I looked at her incredulously, obviously the demo version had longer lasting effects than either Saint Paul or I anticipated.

life history has a remarkable way of suddenly turning complicated and it reminded me of a verse that I once learned in school day, it went"oh what a Byzantine web we weave, when first we pattern to deceive".
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