My name is Pat aged, 30 and my wife, Marie and I had been married for a lilliputian over 10 years, having met, fallen in love, and married ahead of time, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 years old, she was still in exceptionally ripe pattern, almost as trim and attractive as when I had first met her, not skinny but not fat ; a size of it 10 with 34C bust. She has longish silky brunette whisker that descended just past her shoulder. However as practically as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to dress and carry more sexily, she always seemed to prefer to trim somewhat conservatively, a little too conservatively for my taste. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for comfortable but reasonably bikini dash, rather than sexy pantie or thong. Even if we went on holiday to Spain, she would opt for a sensible bathing costume or two-piece and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite near of the fair sex around us on the beach baring their boob for all to enjoy.

Although our sex life had been quite active at 20, over the finis few years it had dwindled away and had become much less frequent and more predictable. I'd sometimes tried to liven up our sex biography and try to allure her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her best to avoid anything outside of a dewy-eyed fuck once or twice a month providing that I recognized the right-hand mo, usually a few Clarence Day before her period. Don't ask me why, but the famine of anything resembling a decent sex-life had taught me to observant and pay attending to the nicety and small indications that sex might be available to me if I played my visiting card right. endeavor to wind up her at former times were usually rejected, with one of her unconstipated alibi. Sex when it did pass was mostly in a passive voice missional place. Even a reverse job was something she felt extremely uncomfortable about and so I never pressed her for that and anal was totally out of the motion. In my various efforts to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her interested in sharing a erotica videos to animate up the human relationship a bit, but her interest or willingness to check those was either met with scorn or were short-lived. There was one video, however, where the unfolding floor was of a wife who ended up having a brief encounter with a unknown. I remember this because it stood out in my judgement at that fourth dimension as she got much wetter than normal. Although not directly mentioning how aroused it had made her, I tried to campaign the boundaries on the rarefied affair that we had sex and go after the idea of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as"pure fiction"and goose egg 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 convey a sleeping pill having been to the MD about her sopor 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 knock her out moth-eaten and once benumbed, nix much would really wake her. I must confess that once I could be sure that she was asleep, I would use this metre to jerk off and relieve the pent-up stress, mostly choosing to fantasy about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

mentation back to my geezerhood in university, around the clock time when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a level with a guy named Paul. I was studying electronic computer science and Paul had pursuing a roast degree in Psychology and Biochemistry, which, at that time, I thought was pretty weird. Now Paul was a great guy, a ennoble bear of a man ; unfeigned, extremely chic, with great sense of humor. We quickly became the best of champion. Unfortunately, somewhere along the melodic line his gene puddle had let him down and he had ended up sharing more than a overtaking resemblance to Uncle Fester from the Adams folk, due in share to his bulky size and a consideration known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either eyebrows or eyelash. He seemed to guide a weird pleasure in frequently donning a foresightful Brown University coat and adopting a creepy facial expression, making people stare as he did his salutary to convince them that he was indeed the real Uncle Fester. Sadly, these unfortunate characteristics meant that he never really managed to continue a"real number"girl. sure enough, he had plenty of female friends, but most seemed unwilling to look past his outer coming into court and go the extra step to become class as his girlfriend. However, knowing him so well and the real person, he became a finis friend to both me and Marie.

After graduation exercise, Paul and I had gone our distinguish ways ; I had become a software engineer and Saul of Tarsus got a location doing something that he described as"a research troupe ”. He never was too particular about that nature of his work apart from labeling it as"various kinds of enquiry ”.

For the first duet of years after Paul and I graduated, Paul would drive over every few months or so and we'd all go out together for a few drinks and a repast. Marie had sort of adopted him in her own way, accepting him as a harmless but penny-pinching friend, who she genuinely seemed to worry about. She felt sorry for him and had even tried to tempt some of her female acquaintance to expect past his outer façade of creepiness and go out with him. Sadly, but predictably, these valiant elbow grease to hook him up with someone rarely survived past more than a semi-awkward first date.

Sometimes, on rare occasions I would notice Paul checking Marie out, giving her a glancing look that lingered just a little too long, as his oculus took in the visibility and particularly her shapely knocker, especially if for some reason or former, Marie's mamilla ( unknown to her ) had started to suit vaguely detectable through her bra, but to his credit, he never overstepped the boundary and to be honest I never minded him looking ; I always figured there was no harm in him looking and it kind of divert me. It was obvious to me that in some ways he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving retentiveness of university animation behind and returning again to the current meter, it had been more than a few years since we'd in conclusion seen Paul. Over time we'd basically gone our tell ways, having established our various careers in different cities. However, out of the gentle one night we got a phone call. Marie answered and appeared happy to inform me that it was a call from Paul. He was calling to say that he would be traveling to our townspeople over the weekend for a work-related visit on Monday and suggested we go for a drink and a meal together like old clip. 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 persist at a hotel.

When Fri finally arrived, we were preparing to go out, Marie returned to the sleeping accommodation having taken a shower bath and washing her whisker in a fairly plain white jersey bra and panty with a pink lacy look panel and trim. She never seemed to be comfortable being completely naked in front of me anymore, but that was liveliness and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a pair of dark-skinned stay-up stockings that had the elasticated upside and would quell up themselves without any variety of brace. Being still winterish, she slipped her head and arms through a white poke fun turtle-neck sweater, pulling it down as it clung to her body, before stepping into a purple blue mid-length, A-line skirt that came to just above her stifle and a short white half-slip underneath. aught really sexy there, but it went together well as an turnout and really, she looked just in it ; the stretchy sweater clung to her complementing the silhouette of her knocker, her dark brunet tomentum cascading down over her shoulders in a way that contrasted nicely against the white sweater. This outfit had always been one of my personal favorite because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

rightfield on time the bell chimed and there was St. Paul ; like us, a few pounds heavier, but not so bad given his size of it and of course of action a few years older than the last clock time we'd seen him, but looking past that, he was the basically same great guy. Following on from the initial salutation and pleasantries, we headed out, calling a minicab to take us into town to a popular pub and eatery. The eve was just like the old days and time slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to catch up on and gossip about and both Marie and I wondered how his career was developing and in specific Marie was more concern in his social life or rather his dating sprightliness had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to have changed so much, with no one notable relationship Worth mentioning in his life history. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him ; he was a good guy and deserved better, despite his slightly unusual appearance. With not having to drive, the drinks flowed pretty steadily too. It was strange for Marie to drink much these days, being usually good to go with just one Gin and Tonic, but on this particular Nox, Saint Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub night and for some grounds seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy ; Despite her halfhearted protest, he would insist on keeping her glass refilled, returning from the bar with doubles whenever her chalk neared empty. By 10:00pm all three of us were surprisingly well on the way to being more than a piddling inebriated but as no one had to repel we really didn't care too lots.

Soon thereafter, having had our fill of the pub, we called a cab to take us back to home. By the time we reached home it was around 11:30pm but although the Nox was still relatively Whitney Moore Young Jr., our years of partying until breakfast next day as scholar were clearly well behind us ; instead we opted to slacken and view a moving picture on the tv and of course of action to stimulate another drinking. Marie was in an unusually felicitous humour, mostly from the swallow, and volunteered to put together some snacks together as I grabbed a yoke of beers from the fridge and poured her another somewhat generous G & T.

As I was pouring her potable, I noticed Marie take a glass of water and, out of wont I guess, popped one of her sleeping anovulatory drug from the foil pack. It had become an almost rite routine for her to do this each night around 11pm. I didn't think too often about it, but with all the drinks we'd had I doubted that she would even need her medicament. If she had been a trivial less drunk, she probably would have rationalized that, herself, but before I had sentence to say anything, she had already taken it. I did wonder whether it was Stephen Samuel Wise and momentarily worried whether the alcohol would pretend it.

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

"… So, go on, tell me Sir Thomas More about this mystery work that you're always so close about ”, I said, trying to wheedle more out of him. I guess the potable had made me brave enough to ask more directly and as hazard would ingest it, also seemed to have lowered Paul's disinclination to get drawn into conversation about it.

He hesitated for a few moments, debating in his mind whether to unfold up about his workplace to me.

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

"Well, I have been working on the exploitation of a new, or at least an raise version of a case of psychoactive drug, whose primary function is to rapidly rush a thick and sensory hypnotic State. It's kinda hush hush and seems that let's say"has uses that sealed covert activities might find helpful ”.

"LOL, you mean like a truth drug ?"I chuckled openly as my judgment played with the belief that Apostle of the Gentiles was caught up in some top-secret cloak-and-dagger kind of research.

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

Saul adopted a more dangerous expression as he slipped into his role of educating me on the evolution of these drugs, to which I dutifully nodded at appropriate instant.

"You can remember of it in a kind of way where something similar happens when you 're nodding off to kip and reach that dusk nation where you 're in between consciousness and quietus. Basically, there's almost an uncounted figure of neural circuits and we've been researching and how to manipulate them… affair that govern how the brain responds to states like care, anxiety, terror and depression, etc.

"Some chemicals disrupt concentration and make it more difficult to perform high-functioning job. Telling a lie actually needs concentration so mass need to concentrate more in order to think up a lie… when we disrupt their ability to conceive clearly it is harder for them to separate a lie. early drugs such as Sodium pentothal such as were previously withdrawn because they triggered faux retentivity, while drugs such as Scopolamine used to be widely used but it was withdrawn because it also wiped a theme 's memory clean and jerk so they knew nothing about what they said after waking up ”.

"What we've done is basically re-engineered these chemical substance to fine-tune and meld the side consequence so that instead of false store, when administered appropriately we can implant memories we want them to have and yet still be wipe them of any memory of this being done to them ”.

He paused again

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

"I'm leading a team that's been genetically manipulating the industrial plant that naturally produce these chemical and now we've been able to engineer the chemicals into a more hard and actually more potent form that work more effectively and also in both steering"

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

"well, instead of just getting person to be more truthful when they answer doubtfulness, we can compound their hypnotic state and then fudge the drug's ability to trigger sour computer memory to subconsciously implant information that they accept as true statement, I mean like our own truths. In other words what we tell them becomes firmly but subconsciously ensconced in their own minds as the absolute truth."

I sat there pondering what Paul had just revealed to me and all the possibility that could grow from the misuse of a drug like that. I imagined all kind of peril from the wild hypothesis like business executive director being kidnapped and drugged to manipulate or interfere with business deals or political build to interpose in elections ; the lean of theory seemed endless.

"if we can get deep enough into citizenry's minds, it's even potential to be effectual in counter-terrorism, such as being able to implant and establish up alternate facts and ideology, which the recipient of the drug will accept as truths, with the hypothesis of turning even the most hardened terrorists against their own slope ”. Apostle Paul continued…

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

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

“'sorry guys, lol I remembered that I had to take my Master of Education"she responded, doing her undecomposed to steady herself as our nighttime of drunkenness was obviously still affecting her far more than she imagined.

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

"idk, I guess it won't hurt, just maybe make me fall asleep, but you guys will have to forgive me if I do that ”, she said semi-rhetorically and smiled before kicking off her grinder shoes, straightening her skirt under her legs, and settling in adjacent to me on the sofa, her legs and metrical foot curled beside her.

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

With my spare hand I grabbed the remote and started flicking through assorted movie distribution channel on the tv, pausing momentarily on each to see what was playing, we agreed that as usual they weren't overly stimulating and the choice was somewhat define, finally settling for a rerun of"katzenjammer ”. Somehow, although it had already started, it seemed to be innocuous and gently appropriate given our own increasing level of inebriation.

fourth dimension passed as we worked our way through our drunkenness, while Paul changed subjects and reverted back to chatting about lupus erythematosus body of work related matter and bantered freely about our time at university, recounting various narrative of him scaring children with his Uncle suppurating sore antics, breaking off only to laugh from time-to-time at the unfolding serial publication of events on the movie.

With her right on berm pressed into me, my left arm extended across Marie's berm, hanging over her left berm, her hair pooling over it. I started to trace my finger's breadth around the spine of her ear and neck, caressing her lightly in a way that she used to like in our early days of geological dating, and would never fail to return her goosebumps on her neck and arms. More usually these mean solar day, even I was favourable enough for her to be so romantically tend to cuddle into me, she would brush my hand away and just complain that it tickled.

Anyway, on this social function the flurry of goose skin that I could feel under the confidential information of my fingers didn't seem to inconvenience her unduly. I realized that her external respiration had changed and that in fact she had already fallen asleep, presumably from the exacerbating effects of alcohol on her sleeping contraceptive pill ; a fact that I found quite amusing.

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

Around that sentence, I glanced over to Paul to comment about her falling numb 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 forfend looking in our focusing. I looked down and saw the reason for Paul's stare ; even though she was wearing a bra, her nipples were clearly distending the fabric of her bra and sweater.

"Haha, it 's ok Paul the Apostle, I don't psyche you looking"I said almost jokingly,"I know you've always had a thing for Marie ”. Apostle Paul's face was a picture, flushing red from cheek to ear. I'm pretty sure he was wished I hadn't noticed him staring at Marie's nipples and wanted the primer coat to kind of open up and unsay him right around that moment. He determined to forfend eye contact, instead fixing his gaze on the tv, while offering a chain of apologies.

"Seriously, it's fine Apostle Paul, really I don't psyche. I'm sure Marie might object if she knew my best acquaintance was staring at her titmouse, but she seems to be into a rich sleep right now ”.

Paul sheepishly looked over in our counseling and mischievously I cupped her boob firmly and pinched her nipple through the textile layers between pollex and forefinger.

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

Saul of Tarsus laughed and almost choked at my directness.

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

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

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

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

My nous by this period was starting to see other possibilities for the study that Saul of Tarsus had been doing but based on what I'd already read about hypnosis I was still skeptical about whether what Paul was telling me would work or not.

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

"that's just the affair ”, St. Paul continued undiscouraged by my scepticism,"what I was working on is how to make the drug stronger and more efficient, I mean really deal the person to a unharmed other point where we can implant suggestions and replace even impregnable personal or socio-cultural barriers, spiritual feeling, even question their own mother."

"are you bullshitting me ?"I was still skeptical

"Not at all !"reaffirmed Saul of Tarsus,"once a suggestion is implanted, it is so deeply seated in their subconscious that it basically supersedes any previously established sure thing. The beauty is that they are totally unaware that it's been done to them ; we can even implant trigger phrases in their subconscious to touch off them into remembering our suggestions or wiping their memory board of upshot and forgetting things ”.

I looked on attentively as he outlined his work, my exuberance and oddment getting the expert of me, somewhat in awe at the employment Paul had somehow managed to get himself involved with."So why are you up in this part of the country, I didn't know we had a ‘ Q'in the family."I laughed as depend around as though expecting James II adhesion to come along at any moment and distinguish me that I was going to be imprisoned for life story or worse, that he'd have to vote down me, now that he's revealed hole-and-corner information.

"That doesn't tell me why you're up here on what you described as a patronage trip"… my judgment was conjuring up the theory of some arcanum group operating covertly in my small town.

"Let's just say I'm confluence with some important customers to demo how the drug employment and we'll leave it at that ”.

At that import, albeit somewhat unsurprisingly reticent, Apostle Paul turned his attending from the movie and returned his gaze to the slow up rhythmic salary increase and nightfall of Marie's chest as she breathed.

Knowing that my best friend was staring at my overly reserved wife's mammilla had the surprising effect on me ; I was definitely getting a bitch out of this. I adjusted the view of my manus and started to pinch the protruding mamilla with the tip of my finger, to my delight it felt like it was swelling even further and becoming harder, clearly protruding. Paul's face was a picture, his middle riveted to the clear evidence of my married woman's nipples.

"Marie has always had great tits, hasn't she Alice Paul ?"I volunteered, to which Paul nodded,"uhuh, yeah, I've never seen them, but I imagine they're perfective"he responded, adding"always thought you were a lucky motherfucker ”. A distinction of caution, still lingered in his vocalisation, obviously unsettled of exactly how best to react to openly discussing my married woman's tits.

His obvious enjoyment in what he saw was evident from the rosiness of color in his side, which was not be entirely attributable to the drink as well as the tent rising in his pant. I continued to tweak Marie's nipples, enjoying not only their reply, but also getting an Brobdingnagian kick out of Apostle of the Gentiles's obvious enjoyment to being freely capable to look at them and observe like a true peeper.

I froze and quickly lifted my fingerbreadth slightly from directly touching Marie's tit as she briefly started to move and gnarl, worried that she would wake and then I would have to present her wrath for touching her like that in nominal head of Alice Paul. I waited a instant, but she was just stirring naturally ; her ventilation confirming that she was still in a cryptical sleep, no incertitude the upshot of her cocktail of alcohol and sleeping pill.

flavour reassured that it seemed less probable that she was about to suddenly stir up up and doom me to a life of hell, and also feeling somewhat adventurous I decided to up the stakes of this little adult adventure a step further.

I continued to toy with and pinch her teat but slid my unloosen hand down over her thigh and gently slid between her knees, managing to part them just enough to give me Sir Thomas More admission, her knees falling to each position. Saul's regard immediately lowered to her stage, where it was obvious that he could see right up her open skirt, past her stay-up stockings, and all the way to her white and pink lacy step-in. My own growing erection twitched involuntarily.

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

"sooo ”, I drew a breath and hesitated, still a little uneasy about continuing, but my endocrine and mental imagery seemed to somehow find the courage."…you have sample distribution of that material with you ?"I continued, almost in amazement that such an amazing drug was here under my own roof and not secured in some bunker a 100 floors below ground.

"haha, actually yeah, I do, I brought respective dot just in case one wasn't enough during the demonstration… I think you could name it as ‘ an teemingness of caution'like the politico keep over-using on the tv ”, he smiled at his own sense of humour, I guess as a way of deflecting from his feelings of uncertainty that were looming given the steering of our conversation.

As I continued to hypnotise him by playing with Marie's breast, I went on to explain the ins and outs and shortcomings of our declining and somewhat sexless relationship and the stress that had created.

"So, you want to try to take a crap her more receptive towards you, to induce sex more often with you ?"St. Paul asked, reverting to a more pro tone as he tried to get to the bottom 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 moderate what she does and with who… like a governable 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 supercilium as he looked directly at me."I think you underestimate what it can do"

"Can it be triggered by me so I can hold it without her knowing ?"I asked, trying to understand the entire CRO of the possibilities that were unfolding before me.

"Yes, and we can implant false computer storage and even realise 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 head that I was longing to make."How would we do this ?"

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

I thought for a import and suddenly got an estimate ; gesturing to Paul to do over to where I was, I added"why don't you swap piazza with me ? ”. He looked up at me, his eyes quizzical 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 point affirmatively. I looked him straight in the eye. He hesitated for a few here and now, still very incertain of how this was going, before he got up from the chair and came over. I did my best to fend up while still holding Marie's shoulders, taking the weightiness of her torso as unspoiled I could.

Paul slide into station and raising his arm as I had previously, I carefully released her to incline against him and took his space in the armchair. Paul's stretched out his arm and draped it across her shoulders in a lot the Sami way as I had been doing but held back, his finger not daring to touching her. I gestured to him again, trying to assure him it was ok and finally he lowered his hand to pillow on her breast. The sight of him holding her and touching her breast turned me on greatly and I could feel the rigour in my hammer straining against my pants.

Gradually he allowed himself to touch and feel her knocker, playing with her extended mammilla as they protruded through her bra and sweater in a exchangeable way. Judging from the bulge in his pants, Paul already had a raging hard-on that was twitching to the degree where I was pretty sure enough that he was likely to cum inside his pants. I gestured to him to plagiarise her sweater, so after a bit or two his free hired hand went to the bottom of her sweater and gradually eased it up revealing the picket skin of her stomach but stopping forgetful of raising it further. Once again, I gestured to him to purloin it further and after another intermission, he raised it above her jumper revealing her bra. Despite the way they were shielded by the slight padding, her nipples were clearly hard. I loved the thought that he was touching her breasts and especially as she had no material estimation about it ; my falsify desires were definitely getting the intimately of me.

With one arm behind her neck opening and her hand resting on her breast, Paul continued fingering her mamilla through her bra while his other bridge player cupped and massaged her other white meat. He was starting to relax and soon becoming increasingly daring, slipping his hand in the top of her bra to massage her teat directly. He looked over in my direction, smiling and tried to pull in 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 adventure a stair further.

I smiled as Paul slid his dispense with hand slowly up her thigh… her blue skirt and parapraxis bunching against his forearm as he reached further up her leg to the fogginess of her exposed peel on her thigh. He stroked her skin softly getting closer and closer to her panties. slue his hired hand further and pressed a fingerbreadth through the framework to her crotch, tracing the twat and searching for her clitoris, he started to apply atmospheric 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 pantie, slipping his fingers inside and working them through the balmy strands of her pubic haircloth before gently parting her pussy lips. In the visible radiation from the tv I could clearly see the glistening of wetness from her the inner folds they easily lubed his finger. Apostle of the Gentiles continued fingering her and rubbing and pausing momentarily, he withdrew his deal and held up his fingers to bear witness me. He slid his hand back into her panties and cupped his handwriting over her mound and slipped first one and then a instant finger inside, reaching to massage her inside and out. She moaned softly again in her sleep, her eubstance still responding to the physical striking despite her being almost comatose.

I do n't get it on why, maybe I am just kick kinky, but watching Apostle Paul molesting her sexually and watching her getting aroused was turning me on like crazy ; I was rock knockout and had to concentrate 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 of study I want to, I'd be harebrained to say no, I can't think of any guy who'd say no to an go like that"…"it's just that, idk, it just seems so wrong ”, he retorted, but I could distinguish he wanted to too.

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

"OMG, Pat, that seems so untimely"Paul responded cagily"what if I get her significant ? ”. Alice Paul clearly wasn't so drunk that he would throw all caution 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 fellowship so actually she's not on the pill, but it hasn't happened for us so far ”, I continued. The drink and the minute had clearly made me mislay all my gumption and my ability to intend rationally about future consequence but more than that, the bare idea of her getting fraught to someone else really made me crazy. It was like the ultimate drug.

Paul the Apostle maneuvered himself out from underneath, taking her head teacher and shoulders and gently lowering her head to the cushions before taking her ankle and laying her ramification out along the sofa, making sure to part them.

Saul of Tarsus, by now had his rock-hard pecker and was slowly pumping it with one hand. His stopcock was characterized by quite a pronounced bulbus head, which in some ways even seemed disproportionate to the thickness of his peter, which was far from slender and I assessed as slightly recollective than my own. Clearly whatever his DNA lacked in gaze to his alopecia, it had generously made up for in his physical attributes. Saul of Tarsus's eyes 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 panties, tugging More to get them over her ass, and sliding them down her wooden leg, lifting one ft out, leaving them dangling from the articulatio talocruralis of the other.

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

"yes"I retorted emphatically.

Saul climbed onto the sofa between her legs, which he lifted one by one, placing her mortise joint over each shoulder and lined the straits of his cock between the lips of her pussy. He looked back at me one More clip before pushing forward into her. He moaned, enjoying the tight, warm, yet naturally lube pussy of my wife and started to ease deeper into her with each stroke. He could barely contain himself. Marie's pussy wrapped around his rooster, taking in his bulbus heading and sealing tight around his shaft. She groaned clearly feeling him imbue her but still not enough to rouse her from her sleep. He started to slowly and rhythmically fuck her.

Paul managed a passionate"OMG, her puss feel so vex ”, as he bottomed out deep in Marie's pussy…"I just wish she was arouse and wanting to do this herself ”. He grunted a few Thomas More metre, each meter getting More and more up-and-coming 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 fuck her.

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

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

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

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

Alice Paul climbed off the couch and standing over her head, squeezed out the last driblet onto her partly opened mouth."barren not want not"he quipped, clearly more relaxed.

"dam Apostle of the Gentiles, you came so fast… movement out the way Paul.. my crook ”.

After pulling his drawers back on, Paul took my plaza in the armchair and watched as I moved over to her and stood over her head, wanking furiously, only lasting second before I shot my load all over her typeface and pilus. Bra and perspirer. I had no idea how I was going to clean her up, but at that import that was the last affair on my thinker. R-2 of cum exploded from me, shooting over her lips, middle, into her hair, and over her dresser. She looked like a add slut.

I looked at my inexperienced person wife and the trail of cum that now had started seeping into her perspirer and bra and was trickling in a picayune rivulet down the position of her fount. She looked so sexy laying there.

"wow !"I exclaimed as I took in the pot of my cum-covered, sleeping married woman, my stage look like every Panthera uncia of Energy had been drained from them. She looked like a porn star but so often better.

"That was beyond amazing"I said.

"Sure was"said Paul, who had joined me in admiring the mess we had made."It feels fantastic to fuck her… you are one prosperous cocksucker ”."I just care she'd do that when she was awake ”.

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

I was about to continue when Saul of Tarsus interrupted me.

"postponement on a second, one thing at a time, this isn't get through your fingers or leaf a switch and suddenly Marie turns into a nymphomaniac"

Paul gave me one of his pro faces again, making sure as shooting I was paying sufficient attention to the seriousness of his explanation before elaborating his plan.

"First off, I will have to give her a stimulant drug to defeat the effects of the drunkenness and the quiescency tab she took ”."She's going to stir up up, not totally, but I can't be trusted that she won't get hysterical when she realizes what we've just done to her ”.

"Then we need to dole out a little shot that will act like a truth serum. We'll use the effects of that to uncover her feelings, thought process, and notion basis or ethics, so that we know what we have to wreak with and get the best ”.

"The final footprint will then require another injectant to deepen her nation and spread her mind to replace those idea with the ones we want her to take in and the retention we want to implant, including any phrases you want to use to re-invoke the bass 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 possibilities that my perverted imagination was capable of coming up with."Totally indisputable St. Paul, absolutely, go for it ”.

"There's no turning back once we start down this route, Pat ”, Apostle of the Gentiles cautioned,"you've got to be quick for the import, dear or bad"…"are you totally sure about this ? ”. He looked over making aim eye contact with me.

"yes ! ”, I replied insistently.

With that, Apostle of the Gentiles nodded and heading up to our guest room, returning a few minutes later with a humble grey plastic box. As Marie lay there on the sofa, he opened the box to reveal respective pandean pipe and small vials.

"Now, this kickoff stroke will just lift her out of her sleep-state, just enough for her to be antiphonal, although she will probably be confused. Moments later, I will return her a shot of the first of all drug to prepare her more responsive to questioning and guarantee her responses are truthful ”.

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

"Of course I'm certain ”, I retorted, nodding, my voice clearly a little foil with what I considered to be St. Paul being over conservative. I knew he was also timid about what we were planning to do, but we'd been friends long enough to believe each other explicitly.

He leaned over and inserted a short, fine needle into her neck and carefully emptied the table of contents of the syringe into her blood stream.

"This will be like a pipe dream state for her, physically ineffective to affect, but conscious enough to sympathise and answer interrogative sentence ”.

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

Just as she was about to call into question her situation, Apostle of the Gentiles administered the second shooting and almost instantly she drifted into a somewhat dazed state, no longer paying tending to what she had found or her state of undress.

Saint Paul waited a few moments, signaling me to remain quiet.

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

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

"what's your public figure ?"…"it's important that we establish some anchor point in time, some realness for her to oblige on to"

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

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

"Yes, that's justly"

"So, you trust your friends Marie ?"

"Mostly, yes, of form I trust them"

"Good, it's important to be able to confide your protagonist"

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

"Yes"

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

"Yes, you're a very in force Quaker"

"and where are you right now Marie ?"

"I'm base"

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

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

"household is a safe place to be, null bad happens to you here does it Marie ?"

"Yes, I love my plate, dwelling is a rubber place to be"

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

"Yes"

"Tell me how you feel"

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

"So, you do n't beware answering a few question, do you ?"

"No, I don't intellect"

"How do you finger right now Marie ?"

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

"I feel a little horny"

"Do you like that feeling Marie ?"

"Yes"

"Do you often feel corneous Marie ?"

"sometimes"

"How often ?"

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

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

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

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

"I masturbate"

"Do you like to masturbate ?"

"Yes"

"do you hold fancy ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"occult sex"

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

"yes"

"who don't you want to know ?"

"My husband"

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

"I don't want to hurt him"

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

"yes"

"so, where do you masturbate ?"

"In the bath"

"Why do you masturbate in the bathing tub ?"

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

I looked quizzically at Paul the Apostle as I tried to withdraw my pride yet remained infinitely curious about the open brainstorm into my wife's sexual habits.

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

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

"Because he might want sex"

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

"Sometimes"

"I get tired, I get imperativeness at work and home plate and just can't be bothered with it ”.

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

"yes"

"are you on birth control Marie ?"

"No"

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

"because we might be favourable and start a family ?"

"do you want to get fraught ?"

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 pregnant scare you ?"

"no"

"do you like taking peril"

"yes"

"why do you like taking peril ?"

"exciting"

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

"yes"

"would having unprotected sex with somebody be exciting ?"

"yes"

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

"Yes"

I was shocked by this revelation, my mind rapidly racing through the possibilities of who my married woman had given black eye jobs to.

"when was that ?"

"when I was in high schooltime"

"Did you like to suck his cock Marie ?"

"No !"the no was somewhat forceful

"why do you not like to take in his stopcock ?"

"it made me gag"

"did he cum in your sassing ?"

"Yes"

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

"No"

"so if a guy seminal fluid in your oral fissure, you spit it out ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"no, not really"

"what does not really mean, Marie ?"

Marie was clearly struggling between revealing her darkest enigma only known to her, which were safely locked away in the most private parts of her head and the potent consequence 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 ?"

"utmost year"

I looked on, stunned that she had actually had a sexual social occasion with somebody, yet also confused about how I had not known about it. I loved Marie, I just wanted her to buoy up 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 Henry Martyn Robert ?"

"a guy at work"

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

"Did you find it exciting ?"

"yes"

"did you send moving-picture show of yourself to Henry M. Robert ?"

"Yes"

"were you dressed in these pictures ?"

"No"

"So, he saw you naked in the pictures ?

"yes"

"how did that wee-wee you finger ?"

"Naughty"

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

"yes"

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

I gestured St. Paul to go on.

"did you get sex with him ?"

"No"

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

"I felt guilty"

"Because of Pat ?"

"Yes"

"why did you experience shamed ?"

"I don't want to hurt Pat"

"Do you have a go at it Pat ?"

"Yes"

"Were you thinking of leaving Pat ?"

"No, never"

"So are you still talking to Robert ?"

"No"

"Why did you break off talking to Robert ?"

"Because I didn't want to suffer Pat"

"So it's over now ?"

"Yes"

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

"Do you like Paul ?"

Paul the Apostle spoke to her almost as a tertiary somebody, a set-apart voice even though strangely, he was talking about himself.

"Yes, Paul is our ally"

"Do you think Saul is sexy ?"

Marie giggled

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

Apostle Paul smiled and winked at me

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

"Yes, I trust Paul"

"what would you feel if you saw Saul looking at your tit ?"

"I would feel awkward"

"Why would you feel awkward ?"

"because he's a champion"

"Do you like guys to bet at your white meat ?"

"not really"

"do you think you have honest 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 jade a bra ?"

"because guy wire would gaze"

"and how would that piddle you feel ?"

"uncomfortable"

"why does it make you feel uncomfortable ?"

"because my nipples get intemperate"

"do you signify that turns you on ?"

"yes"

"would that be faulty ?"

"yes"

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

"shy"

That was my Conservative Marie

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

"Because he might get turned on"

Paul seemed to be mental object with that answer and gestured to me that it was time to fall out him the next syringe.

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

"Yes"

"You know they won't hurt you ?"

"Yes"

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

"Ok"she responded without even questioning why she would sense a shit

Apostle Paul took the back syringe and deftly gave a guesswork into her neck, massaging the bit with his thumb. He waited a bit as Marie stopped talking and she visibly slumped into the shock absorber with a glazed look.

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

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

Saul lifted each eyelid in turn of events and took her pulse.

After a moment or two, satisfied that the endorse 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 commend what I tell you as if it is fact"

"no response"

"do you hear me Marie ?"

"yes ”, her voice responded somewhat weakly.

"You're in a dour lieu, but you feel relaxed, easy, and dreamlike position, you feel rubber because you're with friends"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Apostle Paul's part when you're in this dark, relaxing and comfortable place it will nominate you feel safe"

"ok"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Paul speak the words ‘ Marie, sleepytime'you are going to immediately rejoin to this coloured station. This iniquity, comfortable, relaxing and good place and your mind will be assailable to everything the representative tells you ”.

"Do you read ?"

Marie nodded, uttering an almost innaudible"yes"

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

"Yes"

"and when your hubby uses the speech ‘ Marie reboot'you will leave everything that has happened from before those parole and your former memories from before tonight will return… early memories will seem like just a distant dream, fleeting and unreal, just your resource playing tricks on you… do you understand ?"

Marie remained mum for a few minute

"yes"

"and when your married man or I tell you"Marie, wake up ! ”, your head will climb out of its deep rest and experience as if you just dozed off a few minute of arc ”.

"Now listen to my articulation carefully Marie, I am going to tell you some important thing that you need to commemorate"

"OK"

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

"yes"

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

"What have you been doing ?"

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

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

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

"how would it make you finger to place bare film to Saul ?"

"excited"

Marie flushed a little red.

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

"You will start to find yourself feeling more and more horny whenever you are around Apostle of the Gentiles"

"How will you start to feel Marie, when you are around Apostle of the Gentiles ?"

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

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

"yes"

"How do you feel about Paul ?"

"I want to bear sex with him"

"Energy Department that idea excite you ?"

"Yes"

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

"Yes"

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

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

Saul looked at me shocked, his heart quizzing me for signs of incertitude from me.

"Are you sure ?"he mouthed to me ? I nodded reveling in the hormones triggered by the heightened risk of infection that we'd be taking, but the idea of Paul the Apostle knocking her up was itself another John Roy Major tour on for me.

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

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

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

"but I might get fraught"Marie said, managing some little oddment of resistance

"Marie, you know that you might get significant but in fact, the risk of getting pregnant increment your excitement and makes you even more horny"

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

"excited"she mumbled

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

"yes"

"when Paul the Apostle cums in you, how will it pretend you palpate"

"a bit scar"

"how does taking the risk of infection of getting pregnant make you experience ?"

"excited"

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

"you will be hungry for that case of orgasm, in fact you will find that you love feeling horny and that you feel ruttish almost all of the time"

"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 turned on"

"yes"

"so you are going to she-bop every day because you will feel steamy every day"

"how often will you masturbate Marie ?"

"Every day"

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

"where will you masturbate Marie ?"

"when I'm in bed next to Pat"

"and when you go to bed you will no longer be shy or reserved about being naked around your married man. You will feel comfy sleeping naked"

"How will you feel about being naked around your married man ?"

"I will experience fine about it"

"will you delight him admiring your body ?"

"yes"

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

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

"yes"

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

"Yes"

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

"yes"

"What will you need to practice every day ?"

"to consecrate blowjobs"

I grinned at that mesmerism and at her will yet almost inaudible response

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

Saint Paul looked up in my direction

"Anything else ?"Paul mouthed to me, his formula letting me know that we have more or lupus erythematosus done enough for now and seeking my permission to finish up the reprogramming.

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

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

"from now on you will feel uncomfortable wearing a bra, you prefer a more innate flavour. You enjoy the attention of guys looking at your boob and no longer feel shy or reserved about it"

"how do you feel about wearing a bra ?"

"uncomfortable"

"and when you do n't wear a bra, your mammilla will go naturally more sensitive and you will savour that they add to your sense impression of feeling horny"



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

"excited"

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

"Yes, I enjoy it"

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

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

"horny"

"you will come up a new confidence and will require to be adventuresome"

"How will you feel Marie ?"

"Adventurous"

"you will make that now is your chance to consume sex with Paul

"and will feel so commove about it"

"what will you find Marie ?"

"excited about sex with Paul"

"it will feel lifelike to birth Pat and Apostle Paul make love life to you"

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

"yes"

"you will find that the first thing be that you want to do for Saint Paul is give him a C job"

"A snow job ”, Marie giggled a little

"and how will that make you feel"

"excited"

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

"wonderful"

"and you will want Saul of Tarsus to cum inside you"

"yes"

"and you will want more and more sex with Saul of Tarsus"

"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 cruddy"

"Marie, in future you will incur you like anal retentive sex, in fact you will find oneself it exciting"

"how will anal sex make you find ?"

"excited"

"you will receive anal sex particularly stimulating and set off to want it more"

"yes"

Saint Paul seemed meet with the solution of his programming and grinned at me."we can build on this later at any clock time"he whispered to me.

"now Marie, after I count down from 3, you will drift into a deeply sleep, but in a few minutes or so you will wake up, and when you wake up you will call up nothing except that you fell asleep while cuddling with your married man. 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 apparel or palpate anything except you had a deep eternal rest"

"yes"

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

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

"really horny"

"and you will want to feature sex with Paul and Pat"

"yes"

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

"yes, the near"

"now I am going to depend down from 3 and a few moments later you will bulge out to awaken up"

Paul counted down slowly

"3…2…1"

With that, Marie slumped into a late sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

Shortly thereafter, Marie's eyes started to wink undecided and focus on where she was.

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

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

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

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

"no beloved, of form not, Paul's our friend"

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

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

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

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

Almost simultaneously, Saul and I reached for her sweater pulling it up over her chest, Marie breaking their candy kiss momentarily as she raised her weapons system to let us pull out it up over her promontory, her long dark hairsbreadth cascading back over her berm. This was definitely not the demure Marie I had spent the last 10 years married to.

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

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

With her own two manus, tucking her pollex into the loosened waistcloth, she grasped her skirt and pillow slip, sliding them down her legs before kicking them off to the floor, leaving herself in her pink lacy step-in and stay-up stockings. She looked so dam sexy in that moment.

Feeling emboldened I reached with both helping hand for her scanty and forcibly ripped them apart, the fine lace gore tearing easily. With an superfluous tug, the gusset of her panties tore away, leaving her pussy fully exposed, her wetness clearly plain. This seemed to enflame her even more as Marie's fingers fumbled with Paul's pants, unfastening them, lowering his zip and reaching inside to discharge his already stiff cock. Marie dove down onto it, engulfing it between her backtalk as she sucked it deep into her mouth, slurping and bobbing her head teacher rhythmically, each clock time plunging deeper. Marie was gagging occasionally but it didn't stop her. Apostle Paul closed his centre, occasionally moaning, his hand caressing her head and hair.

I reached between Marie's legs, parting them more and slide my hired man up her leg to her twat, sliding first my power finger inside and then two others ; she was sopping wet. Releasing herself from Paul's turncock, she turned to me and kissed me deeply, her case flushed with passion. She reached down and similarly tugged my cock free of my pants before engulfing it with her mouthpiece, sucking and licking it like a total pro.

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

Lining himself up with her from behind, Paul pushed the header of his dick inside her and with one CVA, pushed cryptical inside her. I thought Marie was going to bite my prick off as she clenched her mouth around it. Marie was moaning and gurgling as if in total extasy as Paul started to thrust enthusiastically in and out of her, each meter driving back hard into her. As he continued, Marie got more and more transport away, her moans now much louder I could feel the vibration of her throat on my hammer, intensifying the sensation, her titty swinging beneath her with each knife thrust. Paul too was clearly in a very emotional state, pushing harder and deeper each time. Moments later he stiffened and grunted as he unloaded deep into her productive astuteness and what almost simultaneously, Calophyllum longifolium groaned, and her body shuddered vigorously as she too came hard. With the sight of St. Paul cumming inside her joined with her groan and pulsating torso was too much for me and I erupted spontaneously into the back of her throat. Marie gulped and swallowed as jet after jet of cum snapshot into her mouth.

We stayed in our respective billet for several moments, breathing hard, waiting for the aftershocks to becalm and a sentience of reasonable normality to return. Ange turned over, facing up and lay down almost naked with her promontory in my lap and her legs stretched along the sofa across Paul the Apostle's legs, her breasts still heaving as she breathed, a blissful formula on her face as though she was no longsighted shy of laying naked in the wad of two men, fret on her hilltop making some of her hair stick to her face, the relaxation tumbled to either side.

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

"nooo, too raw, no no no"she exclaimed, so Saul of Tarsus eased off and we just continued there on the sofa, contented, with my nude 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 time, 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 time.

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

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

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

I shed my clothes hopped into bed, while Apostle of the Gentiles headed into the Edgar Albert Guest room, which happened to be face-to-face the room to our door. Marie climbed into bed alongside me, still naked. She flicked off her bedside light and with eyes closed. Her physical structure brushed against my arm as she snuggled into me."Good Nox honey"she whispered almost affectionately as we both quickly drifted into sleep.

The future dayspring, I started to heat 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 robe, snuck out of the room towards the node room threshold. I heard muffled sounds coming from downstairs so as quietly as I could, made my way down the stairs and carefully headed towards the kitchen.

Just before I entered, I caught a glimpse of Marie and Paul. Marie was dressed in a get off silky robe that she had for some prison term but never wore. The robe came down to her thighs and the silky cloth clung to her accentuating her curved shape, her skin glowing with that freshly showered looking at.

Marie was bent face down over the kitchen table, rocking back and Forth as Paul pounded her from behind, pooch style. She was moaning and cried out"omg Paul, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"and with that started to spasm as a hefty orgasm rocked through her body, her succus squelching as Paul grunted and pushed hard into her with a concluding jab as he began pumping his seed into her vulnerable pussycat. They stayed locked together for a few moment before Saul pulled out from her.

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

I crept back to the steps and made a breaker point of making my measure more audible.

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

Marie turned, handing Paul the Apostle a cup of coffee.

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

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

Placing the coffee tree on the board, I pulled Marie to me and kissed her deeply on the mouth, immediately pressing my knife into her mouth. She responded instantly, kissing me back hungrily. She was still horny, and I loved it. I slid the robe off her shoulders, and it slid down her trunk to the background. She was completely naked.

grasping her assertively by the deal, I ushered her out of the kitchen and indicating Paul to follow, led her back up the stairs to our room. Normally Marie would have forcefully resisted such a move, but she didn't even protest for one bit 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 bottom of the bed towards Paul. She squatted over me ready for me to fathom her, but I slipped my finger's breadth inside lubricating them well with the mix of juices that glistened over my fingers and smeared it liberally over her virgin asshole, my power finger pushing inside. Pulling her John L. H. Down onto my raging hard-on, I slipped easily inside her pussy while my finger's breadth continued to work on her ass, sliding in one and then 2 fingers as I slowly stretched her.

Marie started to instinctively bounce up and down on my prick, increasingly moaning with each stroke. I lubed both my thumb on her juices and pushed them inside her ass possible action it still further. She felt incredibly pie-eyed, but it seemed that her bodily fluids were all I needed to lubricate her sphincter. Marie leaned forward and as Paul approached the end of the bed, she took his rooster in her mouth and started to draw him. He soon started to get hard again. Marie continued to bonk and imbibe for several minutes, gasping for breathing spell every now and again and increasingly was fucking my putz with my thumbs still working their way into her innards. Not wanting to cum just yet, I stopped her and pulled out of her pussycat, maneuvering her to a Sir Thomas More upright squatting position, I lowered her down aiming her rosebud right over my cock. I pressed into her and she flinched, letting out a petty yelp as the head of my cock forced open her ass, but she never tried to stop me. Instead, she willingly pushed downwards onto it… another first for Marie.

As I pushed deeper into her ass, I grasped her articulatio humeri and pulled her back onto my pectus, forcing myself deeper, so that she was laying, face up along my torso, my stopcock buried mystifying in her bowels. The sensation was insubstantial, so sozzled and soft, I had never been able to carry Marie to let me anywhere near her ass before, even the fragile spot of my digit would gross out her out, often triggering the end of lovemaking for the Nox. This new experience had me almost gear up to detonate in instant but fortunately I was still able to hold back. Marie was moaning and relishing in this new experience, mewing and moaning. I could almost experience her body experiencing a successiveness of tiny orgasm with each pushing into her.

I guess Paul already knew where this was heading as he moved forward without encouragement, massaging his already arduous cock in his helping hand, and maneuvered between our legs, lifting and separating Marie's mortise joint before pressing into her. Given that my hammer was already tightly wedged up her ass, she was much pie-eyed and even though she was sopping wet, he literally had to push hard to get his pecker inside her. The champion of feeling another man's rooster separated only by a thin membrane was eldritch at first but at the Saami prison term it excited me beyond words to think that Marie was now taking 2 cocks for the first time ever.

"OMG so big… so full-of-the-moon, don't period, don't stop"she was muttering over and over as we found our calendar 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 front of her and started to massage her titmouse, pinching her teat and holding them up for Paul, who bent forward and started sucking on them. Marie was gibbering away"OMG OMG"before suddenly letting out an ear-piercing scream as a massive orgasm ripped through her shuddering physical structure. The intensity was too often for Apostle Paul and he erupted inside her, causing Marie to orgasm hard a further clip, sweat pouring from her, juices flowing out and down both her and my thighs. Feeling Marie's spasming and Apostle Paul's cock pulsing and twitching inside her, I could not have got back any thirster and erupted R-2 after roofy of cum mystifying into her bowels.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, our stopcock slipped out of her as she rolled off me, still panting, a dazed aspect in her eyes, her naked body 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 10 geezerhood, she was a sex goddess and I intended to delight every mo of it.

Over the course of the day, Paul and I fucked Marie at various multiplication, sometimes together and sometimes individually, as soon as either of us felt recovered enough. By the end of the day, my balls felt completely drained and I'm middling for certain Apostle Paul felt the Same. It was as if Marie was constantly horny and always unforced. 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 thigh. She even spent the nighttime sleeping with Paul.

Eventually, Mon morning came around and we all had work to go to. clock time to change her programming once again. We were sitting around the table in our robes, savoring our get-go cup of coffee berry of the day, when Paul adopted his self-assertive vox,"Marie, sleepytime ”, which instantly sent her into her dark place.

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

"my supporter"

"good girl"

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

"yes"

"after the reckoning of 3 you will awake up and find refreshed, you will contract a shower and get set up for work"

"yes"

Paul counted down and Marie came back to the present, continuing our general morning confab, as if nil had happened.

As the coffee tree 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 awesome 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 following time you're up this way.

"Definitely"replied Apostle Paul with a big grin.

"Just be deliberate what you wish for. You have the mogul to make Marie severalise 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 things that I'd erotic love to see her get into, so I might well try them out on her ”.

"just be careful, ok ?"Saul of Tarsus reminded me in all distressfulness but given that I had the ability to modify 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, cultivated, cautious, but noticeably a little more lovesome with me. She had changed out of her robe and came back into the kitchen wearing her employment outfit ; a dark, knee length skirt and sweater but she clearly had no bra on, which immediately gave me an erection. I could only think the look on the faces of her male colleagues.

Finally, we said our bye-bye and went off to jump body of work. It was going to be an interesting future.

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