My relationship with Marie was evolving rapidly. I got a strange, some may say perverted, plain out of manipulating my married woman to have sex with former men and she was now pregnant with her brother's tiddler. I hadn't realized that I would so enjoy the cheat experience until it happened. These days, I could have sex with Marie any time I wanted, so I found that getting her to accept sex with other guys added some zest to our human relationship. The solitary trouble was that I wanted more and as with so many things 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 take this, even to the extent of trying to tempt the sex animation of other multitude. I found the notion quite stimulating and there were several people I would cause loved to hold in ; the only trouble was that I didn't have access to more of that drug. What I needed to do was get to see Saint Paul again, but he didn't often get anywhere near where Marie and I lived. I definitely knew he still had a affair for Marie and wondered whether that might be an edge I could use to cajole him into letting me get a supply of the drug. I pondered this for several days and decided that the trump way maybe for either Marie and I to go visit him, or even to send Marie on her own. He'd probably jump 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 send Marie on her own, but that would consume to be at his invitation, or he might suspect something. Having fourth dimension alone with her, he might be more receptive to thought and let his safeguard down a bit. I set about planting the ejaculate and as Marie had already been conditioned to enjoy sex with him, I planted the idea in her head that she had missed having sex with him and would therefore starting exchanging substance and electronic mail with him, send him sexy motion picture of herself. She would lead him up to the power point where he might invite the both of us to visit.

Over the course of the next few hebdomad, Marie followed my conditioning to the missive, starting off with a span of simple emails 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 long aloofness from him. Perfect.

I set the next phase of the design into place and got Marie to tell him that I would be attending an IT conference and she would design to come with me. Saul was caught and hoped he would let probability to spend alone time with her patch I was attending the conference.

It was still early in her pregnancy, so I didn't have to care about Paul 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 Paul the Apostle's wife, spending her dark with him. I knew he would fuck her brains out, but by now I didn't care. She was my ticket to a supply of Paul's top-secret drugs.

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

"It's so nice to see you again Pat, it seems like geezerhood since we stopping point saw you"

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

The repast was pleasant, 3 ally chatting freely together, sharing the occasional joke and getting comfortable around each early again. At one level Marie disappeared to the bathroom, leaving Paul and me alone.

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

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

"just wear in mind she's permanently horny so make sure you fuck her head out ”, I said laughing.

"when is the conference over"he asked

"In 3 days, starting tomorrow"I replied

"Shame"he replied,"I would give anything to keep her foresighted ”.

I saw the opportunity to get some leverage and jumped at it."How would you like to celebrate her till the end of the week ?"

"Sure, I would jump at the probability, 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 closer to him.

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

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

"What on Earth 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, Paul, there's this bitch at work, who's always stealing my ideas 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 liveliness difficult, and I need to change that, and a couple more I can guess of ”. The totally news report was unadulterated fiction, but it seemed to be plausible.

"So how many doses are you thinking of ?"

"I don't know… maybe 3 or 4"

Saul gulped ,.

"You'd be doing me a huge party favour, Paul, seriously"I added

Paul pondered my petition for a few moments, weighing up the chance of spending a couple of hebdomad fucking my married woman and the peril of being caught

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

"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 complications. The injection interlingual rendition requires a certain know-how, but the exhibit pad of paper are a good deal round-eyed ”.

"Deal ! ”, I whispered to him… I for sure bid it lasted longer, but I'll take it"

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

"Ok, see me after the conference and I'll let you have a demo kit… and don't concern, I'll reset her programming when I send her home"

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

We said our goodbyes and Marie left with Paul. Of path, there was no conference, so I just spent the 3 days hanging around in the hotel and doing a bit of restrict sight-seeing. On return to the hotel, the phone light was blinking and I after checking for messages, learned that a package had been dropped off for me. I collected it and opened it in the privacy of my room. There inside was an oblong box, similar in size of it to a case I had a pair of meth. Inside was a comic strip of 5 individual percipient bubble multitude, each containing just one tablet together with a close instruction note on how to use, possible English core, etc. The whole thing looked very professional.

At the end of the last day, I returned home. The remained of the 2 weeks were killing and seemed to drag by. Paul occasionally sending me a message, one was a picture of Marie, clearly laying on his bed, nude, quiescence, legs apart and cum leaking from her pussy. I missed her and this was more than I had initially planned, but the price seemed worth it to get the extra doses. Now all I had to do was incur a desirable nominee to screen it on.

There was one particular neighbor, who lived across the road, a couple of menage down from mine. She was a hot blonde, I often noticed that she and her hubby would frequently work on on their front M, he would cut the grass and she would focus on the blossom bed. She was immature, I estimated her to be in her mid-20s, one of those acrobatic type who, judging from her bod, would have been into aerobics and workouts at a gym somewhere. She often wore a cooler top and short pants, which occasionally would uncover a decent cleavage when she bent forward.

I definitely felt attracted to her, but whenever we had spoken briefly in the past times, she had always seemed to be unapproachable. This added to my urge 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 iced tea in the electric refrigerator and saw an chance to try and invite her over.

I hopped in the car and headed out as if going to the local store, returning about 15 minutes later. I pulled up alongside their house and lowered the window on the passenger face. She was kneeling on a rubber mat, prodding at the ground with a belittled puppet. Her hair was tied back and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

"flavor like thirsty work"I said in a favorable, gay way.

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

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

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

"I'm delicately thanks, how are you ?"I responded,"it's a hot one today, remember to stay hydrate"

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

"Look, …"I said, testing the water."I've got some ice tea in the electric refrigerator if you'd concern for a glass ?"

She peered into the car, trying to ascertain whether I was just being some jerky trying to pick her up, or was genuinely just being the friendly neighbor.

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

I pressed the point home

"No problem, feel, I'll just park up and film these grocery store inside and pop back in a few minutes… and don't trouble, you can pass the ice whenever it's convenient"

She nodded appreciatively

I pulled into my garage and headed for the kitchen. Taking the jug of frost tea, I poured out two ice and topped them up with ice. I got the box of birth control pill and popped one out of its bubble pack, dropping one into one of the shabu. It fizzed and disintegrated as it floated around the top. Within instant it had vanished completely, a single bubble all that remained as a suggestion. I added a piece of lemon to her glass, to constitute certainly I didn't mix up them and headed over.

She was just wrapping up, quite sweaty, with beads of sweat trickling from her forehead. She wiped her boldness with the back of her mitt. Her tank top clung to her stomach, 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 drinking glass 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 spare part bridge player"

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

"look, why don't we step inside, it's tank there, I'll wash up initiative if you don't idea ”, she offered, seeming to take warmed slightly from her common unapproachable nature.

We went into the star sign via the garage, and she offered me a can at the kitchen table while she washed her hands. We continued having polite and neighborly conversation over the next few minute of arc. I learned that her hubby was a realtor and that she was a part-time executive at a downtown hotel. I grew concerned that the drug didn't seem to be working, having already spent 10 arcminute since she finished the drinking glass off. She had definitely been thirsty.

"looking, I hope you don't intellect, but I'm going to ask you to go now, I'm tired and going to go submit a nap before frank gets home ”.

Frank, I had learned was some 10 years sr. than her on his instant spousal relationship. I was good about her age though, at 25 she was definitely in her prime.



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

"Jacy, can you hear my voice"

"Yes ”, she responded, her voice composure, almost a whisper.

"Your husband's called wienerwurst, 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"

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

"Yes, home is a safe office to be"

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

"Yes"

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

"No, I don't judgement"

"How do you feel right now Jacy ?"

"Relaxed"

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

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

"How is your sex spirit ?"

"it's good"

"Do you enjoy sex ?"

"Yes"she responded without reluctance

"Yes, and you will set out to enjoy 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 right Jacy"

"Do you be intimate your husband ?"

"Yes, very often"

"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 remove it"

Surprisingly, even in her semi-conscious open country, 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 thing even without her waking start. Her breasts flopped gratis, the tank top clung to them, outlining their visibility, her mammilla now clearly visible.

"Now this is crucial, everything I tell you is going to seem true to you, you are going to call back what I tell you as if it is fact"

"Do you interpret ?"

"Yes"

"In future you will incur brassiere uncomfortable to wear and always prefer to not tire one"

"How do you palpate about bras ?"

"they're uncomfortable ”, she replied

"yes, good"

"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 take your bra off in front of Pat ?"

"Because it was uncomfortable"she replied

"You will start to enjoy that people like to see you without a bra and will finger horny whenever anyone looks at your breasts"

"yes"

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

"How do you feel about Pat"

"Strongly attracted to him"

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

"You will want to get it on him at every fortune you get"

"What do you want to do with Pat ?"

"Have sex with him whenever I can"

"Good fille"

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

"yes"

"And you will keep this a secluded from your married man because you don't want him to allow you"

"What will you do ?"

"Keep it a secret from my married man"

"Good"

"Now when I count down from 3 you will wake up up, you will ascertain the iced tea refreshed you and you will no longer feel commonplace, instead you will finger really horny and want sex"

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

I turned to manoeuvre out the door, not really intending to, but to test her programing, while the drug was still active voice in her system.

Jacy dropped her bra on the table, 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 husband would be home soon"

"Not for a match 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 early out, the candy kiss becoming hungry, demanding.

"I want you"she whispered into my ear, a common sense 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 steps 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 blond fuzz cascaded down over her shoulders and down her book binding. It was exquisite, soft, silky, a born ghost of arenaceous blond. I was rock severely inside my shorts and her hand went to work unfastening the clasp and zipper, dropping them to the flooring along with my bagger. My prick immediately bounced free, standing hard and perpendicular to my torso, She seemed desperate to be fucked.

I pulled her strappy small tank top up over her breasts and off over her head, exposing her brilliant tits. Not as large as Marie's, but perfectly shaped, her dour nipples standing proud.

She tugged my t-shirt off, tossing it away, I pushed her firmly and she fell back onto the bed, I grabbed cargo deck of her boxers and pantie and dragged them over her rosehip and off over her understructure leaving her completely naked.

Her pussy was beautiful, a flimsy prick surrounded by puffy backtalk, it was glistening with her succus. A lowly strip show of neatly trimmed blond hair just above, confirmed she was a natural blonde. I parted her ankles and dived between her legs, licking at her, my glossa pressing into her sass and up to her clitoris, circling it while simultaneously sucking at it. The scent of her kitty was slightly sweaty from the gardening and being trapped in her scanty, but it tasted delightful. Jacy started whining and moaning, abstruse guttural moans, her consistency responding, her hips undulating, her breathing quickened, getting deeper, her slit streaming with juice that I endeavored to lap up. I continued tormenting her pussy, watching her titty heave with her external respiration, her center staring wide open. Her mouth was outdoors displaying hone airstrip of shiny Andrew Dickson White teeth.

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

I climbed up the bed, lifting her ankles over my shoulders and plunged into her hot wanton pussy, not wanting to devastate meter on a more gentle seductive coming. The pent-up frustration of Paul having my married woman to bed had me fix to lie with her hard and I was going to do just that. Her pussy was divine ; tight, tender, and silky and so wet. She screamed again, as I started to punt her, driving my cock deep inside. As I sped up and started to really hammer her, her hips started bucking up to mine, her gym-toned muscular tissue working overtime to keep up as we frantically fucked. I was taking my weight on my implements of war and articulatio genus, using the replete force of my pelvic arch to thrust into her. We were both panting, almost breathless, gasping loudly for air, her moans were stronger, meretricious, more pressing, when suddenly she cried out again and she crashed into a major climax, her walls clamped around and milked my cock and a potent spray of her juice spewed out soaking my stomach and thighs. I couldn't prevail back and thrusting as far as I could into her, dumped countless pulsing of cum abstruse inside her. I went dizzy, overwhelmed by the exertion and power of my own coming. I held myself inside her for as tenacious as I could, my cock still twitching but finally collapsed onto her before rolling off to her side. We both lay there panting for breath.

She turned her head and looked at me

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

The tabu of having just fucked my neighbor's gorgeous married woman added to my sense of achievement, even if it had only been because of her programing. In that trice, I wished it had been lasting. 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 branch around her, holding her tightly.

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

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

"I should go though ”, I said reluctantly,"I'm passably sure your hubby will be back soon and you probably need a exhibitor before he gets here."

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

We fucked various Thomas More sentence over the following few days, sometimes at her house, sometimes at mine. The sex was incredible, sometimes she would ride me like a banshie, totally lost in her own public of orgasmic never-never land. One night she even knocked at my threshold quite late on, apparently her husband had sex with her but left her frustrated and was now"sleeping like a babe"in her give-and-take. I fucked her, pinned against the hallway rampart, satisfying her lust-fuelled frustration. I knew it was a endangerment 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 effects of the drug were wearing off. I didn't care too much, it had been great and besides, it was almost time for Paul to return Marie back to me.

I texted Saint Paul and asked him how it was going. A few minutes later, my headphone buzzed with a message back from him."unbelievable time, she's insatiable… I'll send her back with a little something extra ”. My hopes 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, biography was hopefully going to get back to normal ; She didn't look any worse for all the fucking she'd no doubt received. It turned out that Paul had sent her back with a computer software for me. I went to the john to open it and inside was a small vial, a couple of syringes, and an unsigned hand-written note of hand. The preeminence read"Use this one carefully, it's herculean. ‘ hope I can"borrow"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"manager"I had told him about. I was more curious about who was going to turn up as an unexpected guest.

We ate dinner as if goose egg 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 recall. As if by some crook of fate, 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 quash arousing Marie's suspiciousness. I looked at her incredulously, obviously the demo version had longer lasting effects than either Alice Paul or I anticipated.

life has a noteworthy way of suddenly turning complicated and it reminded me of a verse line that I once learned in school day, it went"oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to lead astray".