My relationship with Marie was evolving rapidly. I got a strange, some may say perverted, kick out of manipulating my married woman to have sex with other men and she was now fraught with her brother's nipper. I hadn't realized that I would so relish the cuckold experience until it happened. These solar day, I could have sex with Marie any time I wanted, so I found that getting her to have sex with former hombre added some zest to our family relationship. The only problem 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 have this, even to the extent of trying to regulate the sex life of other people. I found the opinion quite stimulating and there were respective people I would cause loved to control ; the only job was that I didn't have access code to more of that drug. What I needed to do was get to see Paul again, but he didn't often get anywhere near where Marie and I lived. I definitely knew he still had a affair for Marie and wondered whether that might be an sharpness I could use to cajole him into letting me get a provision of the drug. I pondered this for respective days and decided that the dependable way maybe for either Marie and I to go visit him, or even to ship Marie on her own. He'd probably start at the luck 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 have to be at his invitation, or he might suspect something. Having time alone with her, he might be more unfastened to suasion and let his safeguard down a bit. I set about planting the seeds and as Marie had already been conditioned to enjoy sex with him, I planted the melodic theme in her brain that she had missed having sex with him and would therefore head start exchanging messages and e-mail with him, send him sexy pictures of herself. She would lead him up to the point where he might ask in the both of us to visit.

Over the track of the next few week, Marie followed my conditioning to the letter, starting off with a couple of simple e-mail and building up to the point where she was exchanging schoolbook with him several times a day. Eventually he messaged about what a pity it was that he couldn't get away and that we lived such a long distance from him. Perfect.

I set the future phase angle of the plan into place and got Marie to severalize him that I would be attending an IT conference and she would plan to come with me. Saint Paul was caught and hoped he would take in chance to spend alone time with her while I was attending the conference.

It was still early in her maternity, so I didn't have to worry about Paul finding out, but decided to juice things up a bit. During the prison term we were there, she would forget that she is my wife and believe that she was in fact Paul's wife, spending her nights with him. I knew he would fuck her wit out, but by now I didn't care. She was my ticket to a supplying of Paul's top-secret drugs.

The messaging continued and a couplet of weeks later, we packed our handbag and headed to the airport. We had agreed to meet up for a dinner at a restaurant Paul had picked out. I sent Marie on ahead to meet Paul at the eating place and I changed at the hotel before heading over myself. Paul and Marie were already there waiting as the managing director showed me to their table. It was amazing how seamlessly Marie seemed to receive slipped into her new part as Paul's wife, greeting me with a candy kiss on the face before taking her tail end next contiguous him.

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

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

The meal was pleasant, 3 supporter chatting freely together, sharing the occasional caper and getting well-fixed around each former again. At one pointedness Marie disappeared to the bathroom, leaving Paul and me alone.

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

"Why do you think I programmed her to think she's your married woman, Paul… enjoy having her to do it, no problem"

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

"when is the group discussion over"he asked

"In 3 days, starting tomorrow"I replied

"pity"he replied,"I would give anything to keep her farseeing ”.

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 hazard, Marie is gorgeous and well out of my league"

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

"what's that Pat ? ... if it's in my great 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 stretch to that, I could go to jug if anyone found out"

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

"What on world 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 kick at work, who's always stealing my estimation and innovations and claiming them for her own. Now she's been made a manager and is always complaining to management about my work… she's always making my life difficult, and I need to change that, and a duo more I can think of ”. The whole story was make out fiction, but it seemed to be plausible.

"So how many VD are you thinking of ?"

"I don't know… maybe 3 or 4"

Paul gulped ,.

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

Paul pondered my asking for a few minute, weighing up the probability of spending a couple of weeks fucking my married woman and the risk of being caught

"tone, he said, we've got an functionary demonstration kit, it's got 5 doses in it… they work almost as effectively, but the final result don't close anywhere near as long as the social disease I gave Marie… they're likely to draw a blank 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 sample distribution for individual"

"It's also a lot simpler, this version is taken orally, it's tasteless and untraceable, so there's no want to adventure complicatedness. The injection reading requires a certain know-how, but the demonstration tablets are practically simpler ”.

"passel ! ”, I whispered to him… I trusted wish it lasted longer, but I'll direct it"

"One more thing…"I added,"Marie only has a bound number of rig with her, so you'll have to bring her shopping and buy clothes"

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

At that point in time, Marie returned to the tabular array and our conversation resumed as normal, chatting over desert.

We said our bye and Marie left with Paul. Of track, there was no conference, so I just spent the 3 years hanging around in the hotel and doing a bit of bound sight-seeing. On restoration to the hotel, the earphone 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, standardized in size to a caseful I had a pair of glasses. Inside was a flight strip of 5 individual clear bubble ring, each containing just one pill together with a close up instruction note on how to use, possible side impression, etc. The unanimous thing looked very professional.

At the end of the last day, I returned home. The remained of the 2 calendar week were killing and seemed to drag on by. Paul occasionally sending me a message, one was a painting of Marie, clearly laying on his bed, naked, sleeping, peg 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 spare doses. Now all I had to do was find a suitable candidate to try out it on.

There was one peculiar neighbour, who lived across the road, a duet of houses down from mine. She was a hot blond, I often noticed that she and her husband would frequently make for on their front yard, he would cut the eatage and she would centre on the prime beds. She was Pres Young, I estimated her to be in her mid-20s, one of those athletic type who, judging from her form, would possess been into aerobic exercise and physical exercise at a gym somewhere. She often wore a cooler top and shorts, which occasionally would reveal a decent cleavage when she bent forward.

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

I hopped in the car and headed out as if going to the topical anaesthetic stock, returning about 15 minutes later. I pulled up alongside their mansion and lowered the window on the rider slope. She was kneeling on a safe mat, prodding at the flat coat with a small creature. Her hair was tied back and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Looks like thirsty work"I said in a friendly, mirthful way.

She looked up, trying to clear 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 answer to a perfunctory greeting.

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

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

"Look, …"I said, testing the waters."I've got some iced tea in the fridge if you'd care for a glass ?"

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

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

I pressed the point domicile

"No problem, look, I'll just park up and take these foodstuff inside and pop back in a few minutes… and don't worry, you can give back the glass whenever it's convenient"

She nodded appreciatively

I pulled into my service department and headed for the kitchen. Taking the jug of frost tea, I poured out two glasses and topped them up with ice. I got the box of pills and popped one out of its bubble pack, dropping one into one of the methamphetamine hydrochloride. It fizzed and disintegrated as it floated around the top. Within seconds it had vanished completely, a single bubble all that remained as a suggestion. I added a slice of lemon to her spyglass, to make for sure I didn't confuse them and headed over.

She was just wrapping up, quite sweaty, with beads of elbow grease trickling from her forehead. She wiped her face with the back of her hand. Her tank top clung to her abdomen, the straps of her bra, somewhat grayed by the fret, clung to her shoulders. Her kneecaps were slightly soiled, the skin indented where she had been kneeling.

I offered the crank 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 mitt"

"Pleased to run across you… I'm Jacy, Jacy Hemmings"

"looking, why don't we step inside, it's cooler there, I'll washables up first of all if you don't idea ”, she offered, seeming to have warmed slightly from her common unreached nature.

We went into the house via the garage, and she offered me a bottom at the kitchen table while she washed her men. We continued having polite and neighborly conversation over the next few minutes. I learned that her husband was a realtor and that she was a part-time decision maker at a downtown hotel. I grew concerned that the drug didn't seem to be working, having already spent 10 min since she finished the glass off. She had definitely been thirsty.

"flavour, I hope you don't judgement, but I'm going to ask you to go now, I'm tired and going to go aim a nap before Frank gets habitation ”.

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



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

"Jacy, can you hear my vocalisation"

"Yes ”, she responded, her spokesperson calm, almost a whisper.

"Your husband's called hotdog, 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 form of him"

"and where are you right now Jacy ?"

"I'm home"

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

"Yes, home is a safe place to be"

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

"Yes"

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

"No, I don't idea"

"How do you palpate right now Jacy ?"

"Relaxed"

"Yes, relaxed is a overnice 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 more searching with my questions.

"How is your sex aliveness ?"

"it's salutary"

"Do you revel sex ?"

"Yes"she responded without hesitation

"Yes, and you will bulge out to enjoy sex even more after today, in fact you will start to palpate horny all the prison term"

"How often will you palpate horny ?"

"all the clip"

"That's veracious Jacy"

"Do you love your husband ?"

"Yes, very much"

"good"

"and have you ever been treasonous ?"

"No, never, I would not do that"

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

Surprisingly, even in her semi-conscious receptive res publica, 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 affair even without her waking first. Her bosom flopped free, the tank top clung to them, outlining their profile, her mamilla now clearly visible.

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

"Do you understand ?"

"Yes"

"In future you will find bras uncomfortable to wear and always prefer to not wear one"

"How do you feel about bras ?"

"they're uncomfortable ”, she replied

"yes, good"

"Now when you wake up you will not think twice about the bra in your hand 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 love that citizenry like to see you without a bra and will finger horny whenever anyone looks at your breasts"

"yes"

"You will remember that you have been strongly attracted to your neighbour, Pat for quite some time"

"How do you sense about Pat"

"Strongly attracted to him"

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

"You will desire to make love him at every chance you get"

"What do you want to do with Pat ?"

"Have sex with him whenever I can"

"Good girl"

"and you will get that sex with Pat is even better 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 secret from your hubby because you don't want him to bequeath you"

"What will you do ?"

"support it a clandestine from my married man"

"trade good"

"Now when I count down from 3 you will arouse up, you will line up the iced tea refreshed you and you will no longer feel tired, instead you will feel really turned on and want sex"

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

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

Jacy dropped her bra on the table, got up and came over to me, her hired 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 dyad of hours… it's just…"she didn't continue, instead reached up, grabbed my chief and kissed me. I kissed her back and our clapper searched each other out, the kiss becoming thirsty, demanding.

"I want you"she whispered into my ear, a good sense of importunity in her vox,"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 stair to her bedroom.

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

I pulled the scrunchie from her hair and long Strand of blonde fuzz cascaded down over her articulatio humeri and down her back. It was exquisite, soft, silky, a natural tone of flaxen blond. I was rock knockout inside my shorts and her helping hand went to work unfastening the grasp and zipper, dropping them to the base along with my boxers. My cock immediately bounced relinquish, standing grueling and English-Gothic to my physical structure, She seemed desperate to be fucked.

I pulled her strappy piffling tank top up over her breasts and off over her head, exposing her magnificent tits. Not as turgid as Marie's, but perfectly shaped, her wickedness nipples standing proud.

She tugged my jersey off, tossing it away, I pushed her firmly and she fell back onto the bed, I grabbed wait of her shorts and panties and dragged them over her hips and off over her foot leaving her completely naked.

Her pussy was beautiful, a thin slit surrounded by puffy sassing, it was glistening with her juices. A minor comic strip of neatly trimmed blond hair just above, confirmed she was a natural blond. I parted her ankle joint and dived between her legs, licking at her, my knife pressing into her lips and up to her clit, circling it while simultaneously sucking at it. The olfactory property of her pussy was slightly sweaty from the horticulture and being trapped in her panties, but it tasted delightful. Jacy started whining and moaning, deep guttural moans, her body responding, her hips undulating, her external respiration quickened, getting deeper, her pussy streaming with juice that I endeavored to lap up. I continued tormenting her pussy, watching her breasts heave with her external respiration, her heart staring wide overt. Her sassing was open displaying unadulterated flight strip of shiny white teeth.

We kept this frantic natural action up for several minutes, her handwriting clasping my head, when suddenly she clamped her thighs to my headland and wailed as an orgasm shuddered through every heftiness in her body.

I climbed up the bed, lifting her articulatio talocruralis over my shoulder joint and plunged into her hot wanton pussy, not wanting to waste sentence on a more placate seductive approach. The repressed frustrations of St. Paul having my married woman to have sex had me ready to fuck her hard and I was going to do just that. Her snatch was divine ; tight, warm, and silky and so wet. She screamed again, as I started to pound her, driving my cock deep inside. As I sped up and started to really hammer her, her rose hip started bucking up to mine, her gym-toned muscleman working extra time to maintain up as we frantically fucked. I was taking my weight on my arms and knees, using the wide force of my coxa to push up into her. We were both heaving, almost breathless, gasping loudly for air, her moan were stiff, louder, more pressing, when suddenly she cried out again and she crashed into a John Major climax, her rampart clamped around and milked my cock and a strong spray of her succus spewed out soaking my abdomen and thighs. I couldn't concur back and thrusting as far as I could into her, dumped countless pulses of cum deep inside her. I went dizzy, overwhelmed by the exertion and great power of my own coming. I held myself inside her for as long as I could, my cock still twitching but finally collapsed onto her before rolling off to her incline. 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 severely before ”. To be honest, I couldn't remember cumming that laborious either, no incertitude I had, but it was mind-blowingly powerful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We fucked several more metre over the next few twenty-four hour period, sometimes at her house, sometimes at mine. The sex was unbelievable, sometimes she would ride me like a banshee, totally lost in her own macrocosm of orgasmic dreamland. One night she even knocked at my door quite late on, apparently her husband had sex with her but left her frustrated and was now"sleeping like a infant"in her words. I fucked her, pinned against the hallway rampart, satisfying her lust-fuelled frustration. I knew it was a risk of infection 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 force of the drug were wearing off. I didn't care too much, it had been swell and besides, it was almost time for Apostle of the Gentiles to rejoin Marie back to me.

I texted Paul and asked him how it was going. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message back from him."Incredible time, she's insatiable… I'll send her spinal column with a little something supererogatory ”. My hope picked up, not exactly sealed what he was sending, but I grinned as I knew it couldn't be a baby.

All seemed fine when she finally returned, life was hopefully going to get back to pattern ; She didn't expression any worse for all the fucking she'd no doubt received. It turned out that Paul had sent her backrest with a software for me. I went to the bathroom to open it and inside was a diminished vial, a couple of panpipe, and an unsigned hand-written note. The note read"Use this one carefully, it's powerful. ‘ Bob Hope I can"borrow"her again soon. By the way, expect an unexpected client ”. 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 odd about who was going to twist up as an unexpected guest.

We ate dinner as if nil had changed and I quizzed her about whether we were expecting soul, but she denied knowing anything. No doubt Paul had set something up but programmed her to not commemorate. As if by some twist 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 expert to invalidate arousing Marie's suspicions. I looked at her incredulously, obviously the demo reading had longer lasting effects than either Paul or I anticipated.

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