My name is Pat aged, 30 and my married woman, Marie and I had been married for a fiddling over 10 years, having met, fallen in lovemaking, and married early, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 old age old, she was still in exceptionally full shape, almost as prune and attractive as when I had first met her, not skinny but not fat ; a sizing 10 with 34C bust. She has longish silky brunette hairsbreadth that descended just past her shoulder joint. However as a great deal as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to dress and behave more sexily, she always seemed to favor to dress somewhat conservatively, a petty too conservatively for my taste. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for comfortable but pretty bikini style, rather than sexy step-in or G-string. Even if we went on holiday to Spain, she would opt for a sensitive swimming costume or bikini and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite well-nigh of the women around us on the beach baring their breasts for all to enjoy.

Although our sex life had been quite active at 20, over the last few long time it had dwindled away and had become much less shop and more predictable. I'd sometimes tried to enliven up our sex life and try to lure her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her best to avoid anything outside of a elementary ass once or twice a calendar month providing that I recognized the right instant, usually a few days before her period. Don't ask me why, but the shortfall of anything resembling a decent sex-life had taught me to observant and pay attention to the refinement and small indicant that sex might be uncommitted to me if I played my lineup right. Endeavors to arouse her at former metre were usually rejected, with one of her regular excuses. Sex when it did happen was mostly in a inactive missionary position. Even a blow job was something she felt extremely uncomfortable about and so I never pressed her for that and anal was totally out of the question. In my various elbow grease to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her interested in sharing a porn video recording to liven up the relationship a bit, but her interest or willingness to watch those was either met with patronage or were short-lived. There was one video recording, however, where the unfolding story was of a wife who ended up having a brief face-off with a alien. I remember this because it stood out in my mind at that meter as she got much plastered than normal. Although not directly mentioning how aroused it had made her, I tried to push the boundaries on the rarefied occasions that we had sex and quest for the estimate of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as"pure fabrication"and nothing that would ever be considered in real life.

She had always been a fairly light source sleeper goby and sometimes would wake during the night, but more recently had even started to aim a quiescency pill having been to the doctor about her sleep job. Personally, I was never sure whether this was just to aid her excuses or whether she really had a job, but they certainly seemed to knock her out frigidity and once numb, nothing much would really wake up her. I must squeal that once I could be trusted that she was asleep, I would use this time to masturbate and relieve the pent-up tautness, mostly choosing to fantasize about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

thinking back to my geezerhood in university, around the fourth dimension when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a insipid with a guy named Paul. I was studying figurer science and Paul had pursuing a joint point in psychological science and Biochemistry, which, at that time, I thought was pretty weird. Now Paul was a great guy, a lenify bear of a man ; genuine, extremely wise, with capital sense of humor. We quickly became the best of Friend. Unfortunately, somewhere along the lines his factor pocket billiards had let him down and he had ended up sharing to a greater extent than a going resemblance to Uncle Fester from the Adams Family, due in voice to his bulky sizing and a condition known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either eyebrow or eyelashes. He seemed to take a weird pleasure in frequently donning a long brown coat and adopting a creepy facial expression, making people stare as he did his upright to convince them that he was indeed the real Uncle Fester. Sadly, these unfortunate characteristics meant that he never really managed to retain a"existent"girlfriend. Sure, he had plenty of female Friend, but most seemed unwilling to front past his outer appearing and go the extra step to become separate as his girlfriend. However, knowing him so well and the real person, he became a close Quaker to both me and Marie.

After graduation, Alice Paul and I had gone our separate slipway ; I had become a programmer and Apostle Paul got a positioning doing something that he described as"a research company ”. He never was too particular about that nature of his piece of work apart from labeling it as"several variety of research ”.

For the offset distich 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 beverage and a meal. Marie had kind of adopted him in her own way, accepting him as a harmless but close friend, who she genuinely seemed to like about. She felt sorry for him and had even tried to tempt some of her female friends to count past his outer façade of creepiness and go out with him. Sadly, but predictably, these valorous endeavour to thieve him up with mortal rarely survived past more than a semi-awkward first date.

Sometimes, on rarefied occasions I would notice Paul checking Marie out, giving her a glancing look that lingered just a little too long, as his middle took in the profile and particularly her shapely breasts, especially if for some reasonableness or other, Marie's nipples ( unknown region to her ) had started to become vaguely noticeable through her bra, but to his credit, he never overstepped the limit and to be honest I never minded him looking ; I always figured there was no harm in him looking and it form of amused me. It was obvious to me that in some mode he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving memory of university spirit behind and returning again to the electric current time, it had been more than a few age since we'd conclusion seen Paul. Over time we'd basically gone our separate ways, having established our several calling in different cities. However, out of the blue one night we got a sound call. Marie answered and appeared well-chosen to inform me that it was a vociferation from Apostle Paul. He was calling to say that he would be traveling to our townsfolk over the weekend for a work-related visit on Monday and suggested we go for a deglutition and a meal together like old times. Without disinclination we eagerly accepted, and both looked forward to catching up with him and freely offered our spare room instead of him having to detain at a hotel.

When Friday finally arrived, we were preparing to go out, Marie returned to the bedroom having taken a exhibitioner and washing her haircloth in a fairly plain Patrick White t-shirt bra and scanty with a pink lacy front venire and trim. She never seemed to be well-to-do being completely naked in front of me anymore, but that was biography and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a couplet of dark stay-up stockings that had the elasticated height and would outride up themselves without any form of suspender. Being still winterish, she slipped her point and coat of arms through a white ridicule turtle-neck sweater, pulling it down as it clung to her torso, before stepping into a royal puritanical mid-length, A-line chick that came to just above her articulatio genus and a short white half-slip underneath. zippo really sexy there, but it went together well as an outfit and really, she looked good in it ; the stretchy sweater clung to her complementing the silhouette of her breasts, her disconsolate brunette hair's-breadth cascading down over her articulatio humeri in a way that contrasted nicely against the E. B. White perspirer. This outfit had always been one of my personal favorites because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

Right on metre the doorbell chimed and there was Paul ; like us, a few pounds heavier, but not so bad given his size and of path a few years sometime than the final time we'd seen him, but looking past that, he was the basically Saami great guy. Following on from the initial greetings and pleasantries, we headed out, calling a minicab to take us into Town to a democratic pub and restaurant. The evening was just like the old sidereal day and clip slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to catch up on and claver about and both Marie and I wondered how his calling was developing and in specific Marie was more worry in his mixer sprightliness or rather his dating life had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to have changed so often, with no one notable family relationship deserving mentioning in his life. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him ; he was a goodness guy and deserved near, despite his slightly strange coming into court. With not having to push back, the drinks flowed pretty steadily too. It was unusual for Marie to drink much these Day, being usually skillful to go with just one Gin and Tonic, but on this special night, Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub night and for some reason seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy ; Despite her halfhearted protestations, he would importune on keeping her chalk refilled, returning from the bar with two-base hit whenever her glass neared evacuate. By 10:00pm all three of us were surprisingly well on the way to being Sir Thomas More than a little inebriated but as no one had to drive we really didn't care too much.

Soon thereafter, having had our fill of the pub, we called a cab to learn us back to home. By the time we reached abode it was around 11:30pm but although the night was still relatively young, our mean solar day of partying until breakfast future day as students were clearly well behind us ; instead we opted to relax and look on a motion picture on the tv and of course to deliver another boozing. Marie was in an unusually happy mood, mostly from the drink, and volunteered to put together some snack together as I grabbed a duad of beers from the fridge and poured her another somewhat generous G & T.

As I was pouring her deglutition, I noticed Marie get a glass of water and, out of use I guess, popped one of her sleeping oral contraceptive from the foil multitude. It had become an almost ritual number for her to do this each night around 11pm. I didn't think too a lot about it, but with all the drinks we'd had I doubted that she would even ask her medication. If she had been a little less wino, she probably would consume rationalized that, herself, but before I had time to say anything, she had already taken it. I did wonder whether it was wise and momentarily worried whether the alcoholic beverage would affect it.

Returning to the lounge, Paul had settled himself into an armchair almost directly opposite the sofa but angled towards the tv. I handed Paul his beer and took my stead 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 drinkable had made me brave out enough to ask more directly and as luck would let it, also seemed to have lowered Saul of Tarsus's hesitation to get drawn into conversation about it.

He hesitated for a few moments, debating in his mind whether to spread out up about his work to me.

"…well, I shouldn't William Tell you, actually I could get fired and speculative, I could even get sent to prison house ”. He paused for what seemed the farsighted time before continuing, but I've known you long enough to trust you like a crony, so I guess there's no genuine trauma, but you have got to keep what I tell you a secret ”.

"fountainhead, I have been working on the development of a new, or at least an enhanced version of a character of psychotropic drug, whose primary function is to rapidly induce a deep and receptive hypnotic state. It's kinda hush stillness and seems that let's say"has uses that sure cover activities might find helpful ”.

"LOL, you mean like a truth drug ?"I chuckled openly as my mind played with the impression that Paul was caught up in some top-secret hugger-mugger kind of research.

"Actually…"he continued"… hallucinogenic plants have been used in tribal cultures for days to stimulate enchantment like Department of State in ritual - that's not really hypnosis, but so-called shamans have been using them for long time even as far back as the romans ”.

Paul adopted a more serious expression as he slipped into his role of educating me on the phylogeny of these drugs, to which I dutifully nodded at appropriate moments.

"You can reckon of it in a sort of way where something standardized happens when you 're nodding off to sleep and give that fall state where you 're in between cognizance and quietus. Basically, there's almost an unnumbered routine of neural racing circuit and we've been researching and how to manipulate them… things that govern how the nous responds to states like veneration, anxiety, terror and clinical depression, etc.

"Some chemical disrupt absorption and fix it more difficult to perform high-functioning tasks. Telling a lie actually needs concentration so People need to concentrate more in order to intend up a lie… when we disrupt their ability to think clearly it is harder for them to state a lie. Other drugs such as atomic number 11 Pentothal such as were previously withdrawn because they triggered false memories, while drugs such as hyoscine used to be widely used but it was withdrawn because it also wiped a subject 's retentiveness 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 calibrate and combine the face effects so that instead of false storage, when administered appropriately we can engraft 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 function 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 chemicals and now we've been able to engineer the chemicals into a more concentrate and actually more potent physique that work more effectively and also in both directions"

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

"well, instead of just getting someone to be more truthful when they answer questions, we can deepen their hypnotic state and then manipulate the drug's ability to trigger untrue memories to subconsciously imbed information that they accept as Truth, I mean like our own truths. In other dustup 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 possibilities that could arise from the misuse of a drug like that. I imagined all form of peril from the wild possibilities like business enterprise executive director being kidnapped and drugged to manipulate or interpose with business deals or political figure of speech to interfere in elections ; the lean of possibilities seemed endless.

"if we can get deep enough into citizenry's minds, it's even likely to be effective in counter-terrorism, such as being able to embed and progress up alternating facts and political orientation, which the recipient of the drug will accept as truths, with the opening of turning even the most indurate terrorists against their own face ”. Apostle of the Gentiles continued…

At that second both our attentions turned, and our conversation was interrupted as Marie returned from the kitchen, carrying a tray of collation she'd done her unspoiled to put together.

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

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

"do you remember that's wise hun, given that we've been drinking"? She knew she wasn't supposed to take pre***********ion sleeping pad of paper with alcohol.

"idk, I guess it won't hurt, just maybe wee me fall asleep, but you guys will receive to forgive me if I do that ”, she said semi-rhetorically and smiled before kicking off her wedge horseshoe, straightening her annulus under her branch, and settling in next to me on the sofa, her stage and feet curled beside her.

taking advantage of her somewhat drunk but unexpectedly centripetal mood, I tentatively put my arm around her and to my surprisal she leaned against me and cuddled into me. I half smiled in reflex as my mind toyed with the idea that maybe I'd even be in destiny tonight.

With my scanty manus I grabbed the remote and started flicking through versatile movie channels on the tv, pausing momentarily on each to see what was playing, we agreed that as usual they weren't overly stimulating and the choice was somewhat limited, finally settling for a rerun of"hangover ”. Somehow, although it had already started, it seemed to be innocuous and mildly appropriate given our own increasing level of inebriation.

time passed as we worked our way through our drinks, while Paul changed subjects and reverted back to chatting about less oeuvre related topics and bantered freely about our metre at university, recounting versatile story of him scaring children with his Uncle fester antics, breaking off only to laugh from time-to-time at the unfolding series of effect on the movie.

With her right shoulder pressed into me, my left arm extended across Marie's shoulders, hanging over her left shoulder, her haircloth pooling over it. I started to trace my fingers around the back of her ear and neck, caressing her lightly in a way that she used to like in our ahead of time days of dating, and would never fail to give her goosebumps on her neck and blazon. More usually these mean solar day, even I was golden enough for her to be so romantically dispose to nestle into me, she would brush my helping hand away and just complain that it tickled.

Anyway, on this occasion the flurry of goose pimple that I could finger under the peak of my fingers didn't seem to rag her unduly. I realized that her ventilation had changed and that in fact she had already fallen asleep, presumably from the exacerbating effects of intoxicant on her sleeping pills ; a fact that I found quite amusing.

Feeling 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 erotic dream in her sleep and hopefully might just improve my fortune later when we went to bed. The soft touches and caressing of her neck were definitely resulting in goosebumps. I let my forearm and wrist relax so that my hand flopped down and came to rest with my finger's breadth loosely resting on her chest. I could swear I felt her nipple had hardened below the sweater and lightly padded bra. Feeling encouraged, I tentatively encircled the outline of her nipple, brushing it gently with the nail of one finger.

Around that clock time, I glanced over to Paul to remark about her falling gone when I noticed him watching her. I was about to verbalize when he caught himself and quickly returned his regard to the tv clearly trying to debar looking in our direction. I looked down and saw the reason for Paul the Apostle's stare ; even though she was wearing a bra, her nipple were clearly distending the fabric of her bra and jumper.

"Haha, it 's ok Paul, I don't nous you looking"I said almost jokingly,"I know you've always had a matter for Marie ”. Paul's face was a delineation, flushing red from cheek to ear. I'm pretty sure enough he was wished I hadn't noticed him staring at Marie's nipples and wanted the ground to variety of open up and swallow him right around that moment. He determined to annul eye striking, instead fixing his gaze on the tv, while offering a string of apologies.

"Seriously, it's mulct Paul, really I don't mind. I'm sure Marie might object if she knew my best acquaintance was staring at her tits, but she seems to be into a oceanic abyss sleep right now ”.

Paul sheepishly looked over in our direction and mischievously I cupped her breast firmly and pinched her nipple through the framework layers between thumb 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 ”.

Paul laughed and almost choked at my directness.

"Seriously ?"Paul the Apostle offered, questioning what I had said somewhat apologetically, obviously wondering whether I was being serious or sarcastic to him.

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

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

"Actually Paul, I don't know why, but the idea of another man fucking Marie turns me on like looney. I guess it's just that she's so unadventurous and materialistic these Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I wish she'd loosen up, but it's like she's lost interest in sex ”.

My mind by this point was starting to see other possibilities for the body of work that Paul had been doing but based on what I'd already interpret about hypnosis I was still skeptical about whether what Paul the Apostle was telling me would work out or not.

As I continued to play with Marie's titty, squeezing her nipple harder, I tried to redirect the conversation back to this wonder drug he'd been talking about."I always have read that things like hypnosis can only draw mass do what they naturally would do, not like form them do thrust that they didn't believe in ”. I countered with this nugget of populace information.

"that's just the affair ”, Paul continued undeterred by my scepticism,"what I was working on is how to take a crap the drug stronger and more effective, I mean really involve the individual to a whole other level where we can implant prompting and replace even warm personal or socio-cultural barriers, religious feeling, even question their own mother."

"are you bullshitting me ?"I was still skeptical

"Not at all !"reaffirmed Paul,"once a hypnotism is implanted, it is so deeply seated in their subconscious that it basically supersedes any previously established sure thing. The mantrap is that they are totally unaware that it's been done to them ; we can even implant initiation idiomatic expression in their subconscious to touch off them into remembering our suggestions or wiping their memory of issue and forgetting things ”.

I looked on attentively as he outlined his work, my ebullience and curiosity getting the better of me, somewhat in awe at the employment Alice Paul had somehow managed to get himself involved with."So why are you up in this function of the area, I didn't know we had a ‘ Q'in the family."I laughed as front around as though expecting James hamper to appear at any present moment and tell me that I was going to be imprisoned for life or sorry, that he'd have to belt down me, now that he's revealed secret information.

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

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

At that second, albeit somewhat unsurprisingly reticent, Apostle Paul turned his attention from the motion picture and returned his regard to the slow down rhythmic rise and surrender of Marie's chest as she breathed.

Knowing that my best friend was staring at my overly reserved wife's titmouse had the storm core on me ; I was definitely getting a kick out of this. I adjusted the position of my hand and started to pinch the protruding nipple 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 characterization, his eyes riveted to the clear grounds of my wife's nipples.

"Marie has always had not bad tits, hasn't she Saint Paul ?"I volunteered, to which Apostle of the Gentiles nodded,"uhuh, yeah, I've never seen them, but I imagine they're perfect"he responded, adding"always thought you were a lucky motherfucker ”. A tone of caution, still lingered in his voice, obviously changeable of exactly how honorable to react to openly discussing my married woman's nipple.

His obvious delectation in what he saw was evident from the boot of colouring material in his face, which was not be entirely attributable to the drink as well as the tent rising in his pants. I continued to pull off Marie's nipples, enjoying not only their reception, but also getting an immense bitch out of St. Paul's obvious enjoyment to being freely able to look at them and watch over like a true voyeur.

I froze and quickly lifted my finger slightly from directly touching Marie's nipples as she briefly started to move and murmur, worried that she would wake and then I would have to face her wrath for touching her like that in front of Apostle of the Gentiles. I waited a moment, but she was just stirring naturally ; her breathing confirming that she was still in a deep sleep, no doubt the resultant role of her cocktail of alcohol and sleeping pill.

Feeling reassured that it seemed less probable that she was about to suddenly wake up and condemn me to a life of perdition, and also feeling somewhat adventurous I decided to up the stakes of this little grownup adventure a step further.

I continued to toy with and pinch her mammilla but slide my free hand down over her thigh and gently slid between her knees, managing to theatrical role them just enough to give me Thomas More access, her knees falling to each side. Apostle of the Gentiles's regard immediately lowered to her legs, where it was obvious that he could see right on up her open dame, past her stay-up stockings, and all the way to her Edward D. White and pink lacy panties. My own growing erection twitched involuntarily.

I pulled her knees encourage apart, making sure to pay Paul a clearer view straight up Marie's skirt.

"sooo ”, I drew a hint and hesitated, still a little anxious about continuing, but my hormones and imagination seemed to somehow find the courage."…you have sample of that stuff with you ?"I continued, almost in astonishment that such an amaze drug was here under my own roof and not secured in some bunker a hundred flooring below ground.

"haha, actually yeah, I do, I brought several doses just in casing one wasn't plenty during the demonstration… I think you could describe it as ‘ an abundance of caveat'like the politicians keep over-using on the tv ”, he smiled at his own humor, I guess as a way of deflecting from his feelings of uncertainty that were looming given the direction of our conversation.

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

"So, you want to try to get to her more receptive towards you, to have sex more often with you ?"Alice Paul asked, reverting to a more master tone as he tried to get to the bottom of exactly what I was wanting him to do.

"to a greater extent than that I guess, I want to see how far I could take this, maybe even to manipulate what she does and with who… like a controllable slut. Actually, that's so far from who she is as a person, I kind of doubt that even the hard drug could not reach 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 ensure it without her knowing ?"I asked, trying to read the full phase of the moon compass of the possibilities that were unfolding before me.

"Yes, and we can engraft false memories and even get to it so that she forgets what she's done when you command her to do so ”.

"So"I said, mustering all the courage I had to get to the point that I was longing to puddle."How would we do this ?"

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

I thought for a moment and suddenly got an idea ; gesturing to Paul to come over to where I was, I added"why don't you swap places with me ? ”. He looked up at me, his eyes quizzical as if to have not heard correctly and hesitated to move."Why don't you come over and sit here, while I take the chairman ?"I repeated, nodding my head affirmatively. I looked him straight in the eye. He hesitated for a few moments, still very unsealed of how this was going, before he got up from the chair and came over. I did my unspoilt to stand up up while still holding Marie's berm, taking the weight unit of her torso as substantially I could.

St. Paul chute into place and raising his arm as I had previously, I carefully released her to angle against him and took his blank space in the armchair. Saul of Tarsus's stretched out his arm and draped it across her shoulders in lots the Saami way as I had been doing but held back, his fingers not daring to touching her. I gestured to him again, trying to assure him it was ok and finally he lowered his mitt to rest on her knocker. The peck of him holding her and touching her breast turned me on greatly and I could experience the stiffness in my prick straining against my pants.

Gradually he allowed himself to impact and find her boob, playing with her extended nipples as they protruded through her bra and sweater in a similar way. Judging from the hump in his pants, Paul already had a raging erection that was twitching to the tip where I was pretty sure that he was likely to cum inside his trouser. I gestured to him to annul her sweater, so after a moment or two his free hand went to the butt of her jumper and gradually eased it up revealing the wan pelt of her abdomen but stopping short of raising it further. Once again, I gestured to him to lift it further and after another pause, he raised it above her sweater revealing her bra. Despite the way they were shielded by the slight padding, her nipple were clearly tough. I loved the idea that he was touching her breasts and especially as she had no real idea about it ; my warped desires were definitely getting the estimable of me.

With one arm behind her neck and her paw resting on her bosom, Paul the Apostle continued fingering her nipple through her bra while his other hired hand cupped and massaged her other white meat. He was starting to unlax and soon becoming increasingly daring, slipping his hand in the top of her bra to massage her nipple directly. He looked over in my direction, smiling and tried to pull her tit out from the confines of her bra, her nipple pop over the top.

"why don't you finger her too ?"I suggested, encouraging him to occupy this adventure a step further.

I smiled as Paul slid his spare hand slowly up her thigh… her blue annulus and slip bunching against his forearm as he reached further up her leg to the softness of her bring out cutis on her second joint. He stroked her skin softly getting closer and closer to her panties. slew his deal further and pressed a digit through the textile to her genital organ, tracing the snatch and searching for her clitoris, he started to utilise imperativeness and rub gently. I swear I heard her moan. I watched mesmerized as he slid his finger around the loosely elasticated leg of her pantie, slipping his fingers inside and working them through the flaccid string of her pubic hair before gently parting her pussy rim. In the light from the tv I could clearly see the glistening of wetness from her the inner sheepfold they easily lubed his fingerbreadth. Saul of Tarsus continued fingering her and rubbing and pausing momentarily, he withdrew his hand and held up his fingers to show me. He slid his hand back into her panty and cupped his hand over her knoll and slipped first one and then a minute finger inside, reaching to rub down her inside and out. She moaned softly again in her sopor, her body still responding to the strong-arm contact despite her being almost comatose.

I do n't sleep with why, maybe I am just plain kinky, but watching St. Paul molesting her sexually and watching her getting aroused was turning me on like crazy ; I was rock hard 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 fling,"of trend I want to, I'd be insane to say no, I can't think of any guy who'd say no to an crack like that"…"it's just that, idk, it just seems so wrong ”, he retorted, but I could state he wanted to too.

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

"OMG, Pat, that seems so wrong"Paul responded cagily"what if I get her significant ? ”. Paul clearly wasn't so drunk that he would drop all care to the wind.

"Really, I don't care… it's no trouble to me, in fact the risk of that just makes it near"..."we've been planning a family so actually she's not on the pill, but it hasn't happened for us so far ”, I continued. The swallow and the moment had clearly made me lose all my sess and my power to think rationally about time to come consequence but to a greater extent than that, the mere idea of her getting pregnant to someone else really made me crazy. It was like the ultimate drug.

Paul maneuvered himself out from underneath, taking her head and articulatio humeri and gently lowering her head to the cushions before taking her articulatio talocruralis and laying her legs out along the lounge, making indisputable to parting them.

Alice Paul, by now had his rock-hard stopcock and was slowly pumping it with one hired hand. His pecker was characterized by quite a pronounced bulbus head, which in some ways even seemed disproportionate to the thickness of his diaphysis, which was far from slender and I assessed as slightly farseeing than my own. Clearly whatever his DNA lacked in regard to his alopecia, it had generously made up for in his physical dimension. Paul the Apostle's eyes locked on the imaginativeness of my married woman laid out in front of him.

He stood over her, slowly wanking himself before grasping the waistband of her scanty, tugging more to get them over her laughingstock, and sliding them down her legs, lifting one foot out, leaving them dangling from the mortise joint of the other.

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

"yes"I retorted emphatically.

Paul climbed onto the sofa between her legs, which he lifted one by one, placing her articulatio talocruralis over each shoulder joint and lined the head of his shaft between the lips of her pussy. He looked back at me one to a greater extent time before pushing forward into her. He moaned, enjoying the tight, warm, yet naturally lubricated pussy of my wife and started to ease deeper into her with each CVA. He could barely stop himself. Marie's pussy wrapped around his cock, taking in his bulbus head and sealing slopped around his jibe. She groaned clearly feeling him bottom her but still not enough to rouse her from her sleep. He started to slowly and rhythmically fuck her.

Saint Paul managed a passionate"OMG, her pussy feels so puzzle ”, as he bottomed out bass in Marie's pussy…"I just wish she was come alive and wanting to do this herself ”. He grunted a few Sir Thomas More times, each time getting more and more energetic in his thrusts.

"Are you sure you want me to cum in her ? I'm really worried about doing that"he added, but still continued to screw her.

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

Paul jab a few Thomas More multiplication and then suddenly pushed in hard, groaning as jet after jet of cum spurted into her, He hadn't lasted that long, but dam it was hot to watch.

"omg"said Apostle of the Gentiles breathlessly as he tried to regain his calmness,"that was fucking amazing"he added pulling up from her, his cock still dripping the last vestiges of cum. He looked around for a tissue.

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

Paul climbed off the lounge and standing over her head, squeezed out the last drop cloth onto her partly opened mouthpiece."Waste not want not"he quipped, clearly more relaxed.

"dam Alice Paul, you came so fast… relocation out the way Paul.. my twist ”.

After pulling his trouser back on, Paul took my plaza in the armchair and watched as I moved over to her and stood over her mind, wanking furiously, only lasting instant before I shot my load all over her face and hair. Bra and jumper. I had no idea how I was going to make clean her up, but at that moment that was the live on thing on my mind. Mexican valium of cum exploded from me, shooting over her lip, centre, into her whisker, and over her breast. She looked like a tally slut.

I looked at my guiltless wife and the trail of cum that now had started seeping into her jumper and bra and was trickling in a little run down the side of her fount. She looked so aphrodisiac laying there.

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

"That was beyond amazing"I said.

"Sure was"said Paul, who had joined me in admiring the messiness we had made."It feels marvellous to get laid her… you are one lucky mother fucker ”."I just wish she'd do that when she was awake ”.

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

I was about to go on when Paul the Apostle interrupted me.

"cargo hold on a second, one thing at a time, this isn't click your fingers or flick a electrical 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 earnestness of his explanation before elaborating his plan.

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

"Then we need to deal a little injectant that will act like a truth serum. We'll use the issue of that to uncover her spirit, thoughts, and belief foundation or morals, so that we know what we have to ferment with and get over ”.

"The concluding step will then require another injection to intensify her land and open her nous to supercede those intellection with the ones we want her to have and the retentiveness we want to embed, including any set phrase you want to use to re-invoke the inscrutable receptive country 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 hypothesis that my twist imagination was capable of coming up with."Totally sure Paul, absolutely, go for it ”.

"There's no turning back once we start down this route, Pat ”, Paul cautioned,"you've got to be ready for the consequences, unspoilt or bad"…"are you totally sure about this ? ”. He looked over making direct eye physical contact with me.

"yes ! ”, I replied insistently.

With that, Saul nodded and heading up to our guest elbow room, returning a few minute later with a small grey charge plate box. As Marie lay there on the couch, he opened the box to reveal several syrinx and pocket-size vials.

"Now, this first shaft will just lift her out of her sleep-state, just enough for her to be responsive, although she will probably be confused. consequence later, I will contribute her a scene of the first drug to make her more antiphonal to questioning and ensure her responses are truthful ”.

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

"Of course I'm sure ”, I retorted, nodding, my voice clearly a little bilk with what I considered to be Alice Paul being over cautious. I knew he was also shy about what we were planning to do, but we'd been Quaker long enough to desire each other explicitly.

He leaned over and inserted a little, fine phonograph needle into her neck and carefully emptied the contents of the syringe into her line of descent stream.

"This will be like a ambition United States Department of State for her, physically unable to move, but conscious enough to interpret and do questions ”.

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

Just as she was about to interrogate her situation, Paul administered the indorse shot and almost instantly she drifted into a somewhat dazed country, no longer paying aid to what she had found or her state of undress.

St. Paul waited a few consequence, signaling me to remain quiet.

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

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

"what's your epithet ?"…"it's important that we establish some backbone peak, some realness for her to carry on to"

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

"That's good, your friends call you Marie, only people who call you Marie are your friends, former hoi polloi call you Mrs Templeton"

"Yes, that's correct"

"So, you trust your acquaintance Marie ?"

"Mostly, yes, of course I trust them"

"Good, it's important to be able to hope your acquaintance"

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

"Yes"

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

"Yes, you're a very good booster"

"and where are you right now Marie ?"

"I'm home"

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

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

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

"Yes, I love my home, home is a safe property to be"

"So you're in a dependable place, surrounded by good 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 goodness friend"

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

"No, I don't mind"

"How do you feel right now Marie ?"

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

"I feel a little horny"

"Do you like that feeling Marie ?"

"Yes"

"Do you often feel hornlike Marie ?"

"sometimes"

"How often ?"

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

"Maybe two or three fourth dimension 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 intimacy of answering the question.

"I masturbate"

"Do you like to wank ?"

"Yes"

"do you consume fantasies ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"undercover sex"

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

"yes"

"who don't you want to recognize ?"

"My husband"

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

"I don't want to wound him"

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

"yes"

"so, where do you jack off ?"

"In the bath"

"Why do you wank in the bath ?"

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

I looked quizzically at Paul as I tried to swallow my pridefulness yet remained infinitely rummy about the extend insights into my married woman's intimate habits.

"Why don't you want Pat to get it on that you masturbate ?"

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

"Because he might want sex"

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

"Sometimes"

"I get tired, I get pressures at piece of work and home and just can't be bothered with it ”.

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

"yes"

"are you on birthing mastery Marie ?"

"No"

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

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

"do you want to get significant ?"

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 risk"

"yes"

"why do you like taking endangerment ?"

"exciting"

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

"yes"

"would having unprotected sex with someone be exciting ?"

"yes"

"have you ever sucked a guy's prick other than your married man's Marie ?"

"Yes"

I was shocked by this disclosure, my mind rapidly racing through the possibleness of who my married woman had given blow jobs to.

"when was that ?"

"when I was in high schooltime"

"Did you like to suck his cock Marie ?"

"No !"the no was somewhat exclamatory

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

"it made me gag"

"did he cum in your mouth ?"

"Yes"

"did you like the taste of cum in your sass ?"

"No"

"so if a guy cums in your rima oris, 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 secrets only known to her, which were safely locked away in the most secret parts of her brain and the powerful effects that this drug was clearly having on her.

"In a way, yes"

"Did you have secret sex with mortal ?"

She hesitated again…

"yes"

"When was that Marie ?"

"stopping point year"

I looked on, stunned that she had actually had a sexual social function with mortal, yet also confused about how I had not known about it. I loved Marie, I just wanted her to lighten up a bit and be a bit adventurous with sex, not go and run off with some weirdo and end up divorcing from me.

"Who was the affair with ?"

"Robert"

"and who is Robert ?"

"a guy at work"

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

"Did you find it exciting ?"

"yes"

"did you ship pictures of yourself to Robert ?"

"Yes"

"were you dressed in these pictures ?"

"No"

"So, he saw you naked in the pictures ?

"yes"

"how did that make you feel ?"

"Naughty"

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

"yes"

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

I gestured St. Paul to go on.

"did you have sex with him ?"

"No"

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

"I felt shamed"

"Because of Pat ?"

"Yes"

"why did you feel guilty ?"

"I don't want to injure Pat"

"Do you love Pat ?"

"Yes"

"Were you thinking of leaving Pat ?"

"No, never"

"So are you still talking to Robert ?"

"No"

"Why did you stop talking to Robert ?"

"Because I didn't want to spite Pat"

"So it's over now ?"

"Yes"

I realized that I had been holding my breathing space through these Apocalypse and finally breathed yet another suspiration of relief.

"Do you like Paul ?"

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

"Yes, Apostle Paul is our Quaker"

"Do you think Paul is sexy ?"

Marie giggled

"Not really, he's kinda shivery, but he's really overnice once you get to love him"

St. Paul smiled and winked at me

"Apostle of the Gentiles is a trusted friend, isn't he ?"

"Yes, I trust Alice Paul"

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

"I would feel awkward"

"Why would you feel awkward ?"

"because he's a friend"

"Do you like hombre to look at your tit ?"

"not really"

"do you think you have good chest ?"

"they are ok"

"What size are your breasts Marie ?"

"34C"

"and do you always wear a bra ?"

"yes"

"and why don't you not assume a bra ?"

"because guy cable would stare"

"and how would that cause you experience ?"

"uncomfortable"

"why does it make you finger uncomfortable ?"

"because my nipples get surd"

"do you mean that turns you on ?"

"yes"

"would that be wrong ?"

"yes"

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

"shy"

That was my conservative Marie

"why would you not require St. Paul to see you without a bra ?"

"Because he might get turned on"

Paul the Apostle seemed to be content with that answer and gestured to me that it was clock time to pass him the next syringe.

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

"Yes"

"You know they won't injury you ?"

"Yes"

"Now you are going to find a piddling prick, but you will understand that you are perfectly safety"

"Ok"she responded without even questioning why she would feel a prick

Paul took the second syringe and deftly gave a shot into her neck, massaging the billet with his ovolo. He waited a mo as Marie stopped talking and she visibly slumped into the cushions with a sugarcoat look.

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

"yes"she responded, her phonation barely discernible, her eye closed.

Paul lifted each eyelid in turn and took her pulse.

After a bit or two, satisfied that the minute drug was now working he continued.

"Now this is crucial, everything I tell you is going to be truthful to you, you are going to remember what I tell you as if it is fact"

"no response"

"do you find out me Marie ?"

"yes ”, her representative responded somewhat weakly.

"You're in a sorry place, but you feel slack up, well-off, and dreamlike place, you feel safe because you're with Friend"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Apostle Paul's vox when you're in this shadow, relaxing and easy place it will lay down you find safe"

"ok"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Paul the Apostle speak the give-and-take ‘ Marie, sleepytime'you are going to immediately return to this dark place. This night, comfortable, relaxing and safe place and your brain will be open to everything the part tells you ”.

"Do you understand ?"

Marie nodded, uttering an almost innaudible"yes"

"When you are in this state, you are going to swallow everything your hubby or Paul the Apostle tell you as truth and this will exchange any memories you already have about this… do you translate ?"

"Yes"

"and when your husband uses the Word of God ‘ Marie reboot'you will blank out everything that has happened from before those words and your previous memories from before tonight will return… former memories will seem like just a upstage dream, fleeting and unreal, just your imagination playing tricks on you… do you see ?"

Marie remained still for a few import

"yes"

"and when your husband or I tell you"Marie, wake up ! ”, your idea will climb out of its inscrutable sleep and feel as if you just dozed off a few moment ”.

"Now listen to my vocalisation carefully Marie, I am going to tell you some crucial things that you need to recall"

"OK"

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

"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 Paul the Apostle have become more sexual and you can remember enjoying Saul of Tarsus's emails"

"You feel unrestrained that Apostle of the Gentiles is being sexual with you"

"how would it get you experience to send naked motion-picture show to Paul ?"

"excited"

Marie flushed a footling red.

I saw Apostle of the Gentiles had his hand once again up her wench and was gently rubbing her clitoris, giving her a strong-arm stimulation to reward the way Paul the Apostle had her feeling.

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

"How will you jump to experience Marie, when you are around Paul ?"

"more and more horny"she mumbled, her expression distinctly flushing

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

"yes"

"How do you finger about Paul ?"

"I want to hold sex with him"

"Energy that idea excite you ?"

"Yes"

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

"Yes"

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

I leaned closer to Saul, my own hard-on was throbbing with what he was suggesting to her."I want her to let you cum in her ”.

Apostle Paul looked at me shocked, his eye quizzing me for mark of uncertainness from me.

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

"Marie, you are going to enjoy sex with Apostle of the Gentiles"

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

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

"but I might get meaning"Marie said, managing some pocket-size remainder of ohmic resistance

"Marie, you know that you might get pregnant but in fact, the risk of getting meaning step-up your excitation and makes you even more horny"

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

"excited"she mumbled

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

"yes"

"when Paul cum in you, how will it make you finger"

"a bit scared"

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

"excited"

"when St. Paul cum in you, you will also orgasm, the unattackable climax you've ever felt"

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

"You love your husband"

"Yes"

"you don't want him to experience bad, do you ?"

"no"

"You want him to love your renewed belief of being horny"

"yes"

"so you are going to masturbate every day because you will feel steamy every day"

"how often will you jerk off Marie ?"

"Every day"

"that's right… and future tense you will not hide the times when you masturbate, in fact you will she-bop more openly, and only when your husband is in bed next to you"

"where will you wank 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 husband. You will feel comfortable sleeping au naturel"

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

"I will feel fine about it"

"will you relish him admiring your organic structure ?"

"yes"

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

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

"yes"

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

"Yes"

"And you will protrude to savour giving blow-jobs, in fact you want to be good at giving blow task and will need to recitation every day"

"yes"

"What will you need to practice session every day ?"

"to give blowjob"

I grinned at that suggestion and at her willing yet almost inaudible response

"and when person comes in your mouth you will find that you enjoy the preference, and let it hang around on your tongue before swallowing it"

Saul of Tarsus looked up in my direction

"Anything else ?"Apostle Paul mouthed to me, his expression letting me know that we have more or lupus erythematosus done sufficiency for now and seeking my license to finish the reprogramming.

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

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

"from now on you will experience uncomfortable wearing a bra, you prefer a more innate impression. You enjoy the attention of guys looking at your breasts and no long find shy or reserved about it"

"how do you feel about wearing a bra ?"

"uncomfortable"

"and when you do n't assume a bra, your nipple will become naturally more sensitive and you will delight that they add to your sensation of feeling horny"



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

"excited"

"Now tonight when you go to bed you will not hold out any clothes to bed, you enjoy sleeping nude"

"Yes, I enjoy it"

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

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

"horny"

"you will find a new confidence and will require to be adventuresome"

"How will you finger Marie ?"

"Adventurous"

"you will realize that now is your prospect to have sex with Alice Paul

"and will feel so excited about it"

"what will you feel Marie ?"

"excited about sex with Paul"

"it will experience cancel to accept Pat and Paul make love to you"

"the melodic theme of making love with 2 men will shake you ?"

"yes"

"you will rule that the first thing be that you want to do for Paul is give him a nose candy job"

"A nose candy job ”, Marie giggled a minuscule

"and how will that make you find"

"excited"

"and when you have sex with Paul the Apostle, how will that nominate you feel ?"

"wonderful"

"and you will want St. Paul to cum inside you"

"yes"

"and you will want Thomas More and more sex with Apostle Paul"

"yes"

"you want to sense both rooster inside you at the Sami time"

"yes"

"do you like anal sex Marie ?"

"no"

"why not ?"

"that seems filthy"

"Marie, in future tense you will witness you like anal sex, in fact you will find it exciting"

"how will anal sex make you sense ?"

"excited"

"you will come up anal sex particularly stimulating and start to require it more"

"yes"

Paul seemed satisfied with the upshot of his programming and grinned at me."we can progress on this later at any time"he whispered to me.

"now Marie, after I count down from 3, you will drift into a mysterious sleep, but in a few minutes or so you will wake up, and when you wake up you will retrieve nothing except that you fell asleep while cuddling with your husband. Everything we did with you will be forgotten, and everything else that I have told you will be your new world ”.

"You won't notice the cum you see you on your face, or on your clothes or feel anything except you had a rich nap"

"yes"

"and when you wake up, you will feel unstrain and exceptionally aroused"

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

"really horny"

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

"yes"

"and you will chance that making jazz with Saul of Tarsus and Pat to be the best sex you've ever had"

"yes, the best"

"now I am going to count down from 3 and a few import later you will start up to arouse up"

Paul counted down slowly

"3…2…1"

With that, Marie slumped into a cryptical sleep.

Saul withdrew his manus from her panties and held them up for me to see ; they were sopping wet through with her juices. All that time she'd been"awake ”, and she'd never even noticed his deal in her scanty working her clit. He put her knocker back inside her bra and pulled the sweater back down.

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

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

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

St. Paul and I switched places again and I replaced my arm around her in more or less the same locating as when she had fallen asleep.

Shortly thereafter, Marie's centre started to flash unfold 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 life of me, I don't remember, dreams are so weird like that, so real yet so easy 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 call back I ‘ m bad if I wanted to make love to both you and Paul the Apostle ?"

"no honey, of course not, Paul's our champion"

With that she kissed me deeply on the oral cavity, her tongue searching for mine as her hand went straight to my private parts, rubbing my already backbreaking erection pressing inside my pants.

She broke the kiss and turning to look at Paul with a flirty verbal expression, she patted the sofa on the other side of her.

"Paul, why are sitting over there in that armchair ? ”,"come join us ”, she said, oculus 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 lips, kissing him passionately, like a couple of highschoolers. Paul clearly reveling in the moment, kissed her back, their natural language visibly playing with each other. Her other helping hand went to Paul's crotch, rubbing him.

Almost simultaneously, Paul and I reached for her sweater pulling it up over her tit, Marie breaking their kiss momentarily as she raised her limb to let us displume it up over her capitulum, her farsighted dark-skinned hair cascading back over her shoulder joint. This was definitely not the demure Marie I had spent the hold out 10 years married to.

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

Saul of Tarsus quickly unhooked her bra, sliding the shoulder joint 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 fondling as his hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her already put up nipples.

With her own two hands, tucking her thumb into the undo waistband, she grasped her dame and slip, sliding them down her leg before kicking them off to the base, leaving herself in her pink lacy pantie and stay-up stockings. She looked so dam sexy in that moment.

tactual sensation emboldened I reached with both hands for her scanty and forcibly ripped them apart, the OK lacing panel tearing easily. With an extra tug, the inset of her panties tore away, leaving her twat fully exposed, her wetness clearly observable. This seemed to enflame her even more as Marie's fingers fumbled with Paul's pants, unfastening them, lowering his slide fastener and reaching inside to release his already stiff cock. Marie dove down onto it, engulfing it between her lips as she sucked it mystifying into her mouth, slurping and bobbing her head rhythmically, each fourth dimension plunging deeper. Marie was gagging occasionally but it didn't stop her. Saint Paul closed his centre, occasionally moaning, his hand caressing her headspring and hair.

I reached between Marie's legs, parting them more and slid my hand up her leg to her twat, sliding first my index 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 look flushed with mania. She reached down and similarly tugged my cock free people of my knickers before engulfing it with her oral cavity, sucking and licking it like a total pro.

Alice Paul, now fully engaged manipulated her position so that she was kneeling along the lounge with her prat to him, her mouth not leaving my putz even for an instant. I felt like I would explode at any moment.

Lining himself up with her from buns, Paul pushed the pass of his cock inside her and with one stroke, pushed trench inside her. I thought Marie was going to bite my cock off as she clenched her lip around it. Marie was moaning and gurgling as if in number 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 hold away, her moan now much louder I could feel the vibration of her throat on my stopcock, intensifying the sensations, her knocker swinging beneath her with each thrust. Paul too was clearly in a very excited DoS, pushing harder and deeper each clock time. Moments later he stiffened and grunted as he unloaded deep into her fertile depths and what almost simultaneously, Maria groaned, and her torso shuddered vigorously as she too came difficult. With the wad of Paul cumming inside her coupled with her moans and pulsating body was too much for me and I erupted spontaneously into the dorsum of her pharynx. Marie gulped and swallowed as jet after jet of cum snap into her mouth.

We stayed in our various emplacement for several instant, breathing operose, waiting for the aftershocks to calm and a good sense of fair normality to recall. Ange turned over, facing up and lay down almost naked with her question in my lap and her peg stretched along the sofa across St. Paul's legs, her breasts still heaving as she breathed, a blissful expression on her typeface as though she was no longer shy of laying naked in the peck of two men, sweat on her brow making some of her hair's-breadth stick to her face, the rest tumbled to either side.

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

"nooo, too sensitive, no no no"she exclaimed, so Saul of Tarsus eased off and we just continued there on the couch, contented, with my naked wife laying across us. That had to be the wildest sex that either of us had ever experienced.

A short while later, once we had recovered more, Marie got up off the lounge,

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 commove experience. We had lost path of prison term.

"I'm tired… let's get some log Z's"suggested Marie as she yawned and stretched unembarrassed by her nakedness 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 trickle of cum seeping down her inner thigh. She looked so damned sexy.

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

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

The next morning, I started to wake up and focus my eyes through the sunlight that was now streaming in through the curtains. I was alone in bed. I hauled myself out of bed and grabbing my gown, snuck out of the way towards the guest room door. I heard stifle phone 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 light silky robe that she had for some time but never wore. The robe came down to her thighs and the silky fabric clung to her accentuating her bend, her hide radiance with that freshly showered looking at.

Marie was bent face down over the kitchen board, rocking back and forth as Paul pounded her from fundament, pooch style. She was moaning and cried out"omg Paul, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"and with that started to spasm as a powerful coming rocked through her torso, her juices squelching as Paul grunted and pushed hard into her with a final thrust as he began pumping his seed into her vulnerable pussy. They stayed locked together for a few minute before Paul pulled out from her.

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

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

When I entered the kitchen, you would never deliver known that she had just been fucked. Her gown 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 thighs. Again, I felt myself harden.

Marie turned, handing Paul a cup of coffee.

"commodity break of day sleepy, I made burnt umber for us all"she said trying her intimately to voice normal but attempting to cover up the fact that she had just been fucked.

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

Placing the coffee tree on the table, I pulled Marie to me and kissed her deeply on the sass, immediately pressing my spit into her mouth. She responded instantly, kissing me back hungrily. She was still horny, and I loved it. I slid the gown off her berm, and it slid down her trunk to the ground. She was completely naked.

Grasping her assertively by the hand, I ushered her out of the kitchen and indicating Paul to pursue, led her back up the stairs to our way. Normally Marie would have forcefully resisted such a motion, but she didn't even protest for one import 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 buns of the bed towards Paul the Apostle. She squatted over me quick for me to penetrate her, but I slipped my fingers inside lubricating them well with the mix of juice that glistened over my digit and smeared it liberally over her virginal motherfucker, my index digit pushing inside. Pulling her down onto my raging hard-on, I slipped easily inside her twat while my digit continued to mold on her ass, sliding in one and then 2 finger as I slowly stretched her.

Marie started to instinctively bounce up and down on my dick, increasingly moaning with each stroke. I lubed both my thumbs on her juices and pushed them inside her ass opening it still further. She felt incredibly cockeyed, but it seemed that her bodily fluids were all I needed to lubricate her sphincter muscle. Marie leaned forward and as Saint Paul approached the end of the bed, she took his cock in her mouth and started to suck him. He soon started to get hard again. Marie continued to fuck and suck for several instant, gasping for intimation every now and again and increasingly was fucking my cock with my thumb still working their way into her innards. Not wanting to cum just yet, I stopped her and pulled out of her kitty, maneuvering her to a More upright squatting position, I lowered her down aiming her rosebud rightfield over my cock. I pressed into her and she flinched, letting out a little 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 thorax, forcing myself deeper, so that she was laying, face up along my torso, my putz buried deep in her gut. The sensation was unreal, so tight and soft, I had never been able-bodied to persuade Marie to let me anywhere near her ass before, even the slightest touch of my finger would freak out her out, often triggering the end of lovemaking for the Night. This new experience had me almost ready to explode in moments but fortunately I was still able-bodied to concord back. Marie was moaning and relishing in this new experience, mewing and moaning. I could almost feel her body experiencing a succession of midget orgasms with each thrust into her.

I guess Alice Paul already knew where this was heading as he moved forward without encouragement, massaging his already hard peter in his paw, and maneuvered between our legs, lifting and separating Marie's ankles before pressing into her. Given that my stopcock was already tightly wedged up her ass, she was lots tighter and even though she was sopping wet, he literally had to push hard to get his stopcock inside her. The sensation of feeling another man's hammer separated only by a thin membrane was weird at inaugural but at the Saame time it excited me beyond words to conceive that Marie was now taking 2 stopcock for the first time ever.

"OMG so big… so replete, don't arrest, don't stop"she was muttering over and over as we found our calendar method of birth control and started to really have it off her. As she was laying stretched out on top of me, I could experience every muscle and every tremor of her body. It was amazing to see Marie so turned on, so enjoying sex, it was everything I had ever wanted. I reached around in figurehead of her and started to massage her titty, pinching her teat and holding them up for Saint Paul, who bent forward and started sucking on them. Marie was gibbering away"OMG OMG"before suddenly letting out an ear-piercing thigh-slapper as a monolithic orgasm ripped through her shuddering body. The intensity level was too a great deal for Alice Paul and he erupted inside her, causing Marie to orgasm hard a encourage clock time, sudor pouring from her, succus flowing out and down both her and my second joint. Feeling Marie's spasming and Paul's shaft pulse and twitching inside her, I could not withstand back any thirster and erupted rope after R-2 of cum trench into her bowels.

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

Over the course of the day, Saint Paul and I fucked Marie at assorted times, sometimes together and sometimes individually, as soon as either of us felt recovered enough. By the end of the day, my musket ball felt completely drained and I'm middling sure Paul felt the Lapp. It was as if Marie was constantly steamy and always volition. She had even collected several hickies on her chest. We had even sent Marie into her sinister space and instructed her to remain raw and not shower, consequently she spent much of the day with crusty streaks of cum down her second joint. She even spent the night sleeping with Paul.

Eventually, Mon morning came around and we all had piece of work to go to. clock time to deepen her programming once again. We were sitting around the table in our robe, savoring our 1st cup of coffee of the day, when Paul adopted his self-asserting voice,"Marie, sleepytime ”, which instantly sent her into her dark place.

"Marie, you will forget that you've had sex with Paul the Apostle, he's just your friend… who is St. Paul ?"

"my friend"

"good girl"

"You enjoy feeling sexy, but you will only be matter to in your hubby"

"yes"

"after the enumeration of 3 you will come alive up and find refreshed, you will take a shower and get ready for work"

"yes"

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

As the coffee 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 vex weekend Paul"I said to him as soon as I felt for certain that Marie was out of earshot. We'll have to do that again adjacent time you're up this way.

"Definitely"replied Paul with a big grin.

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

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

"just be heedful, ok ?"Saul of Tarsus reminded me in all seriousness but given that I had the power to switch 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, civilised, Conservative, but noticeably a little more affectionate with me. She had changed out of her robe and came back into the kitchen wearing her work turnout ; a iniquity, knee duration doll and perspirer but she clearly had no bra on, which immediately gave me an hard-on. I could only imagine the looking on the faces of her Male colleagues.

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

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